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Lost In Translation | Pedro Pascal

(summary) a drunk confession makes things weird between you and Pedro

(warnings) an age gap (oh the horror)

(pairings) Pedro Pascal x reader

(genre/ tropes) angst, lemon-y fluff, miscommunication, mutual pining, friends to lovers

(word count) 7.7k

(also) Pedro’s point of view (of sorts) is in Italics

(also) minors, scram (I’m kidding. Kinda. I was reading these types of things when I was twelve. I’m not the one to advise anything. Just, please, don’t interact. Better for my conscience and your digital footprint.)

(also) damn – I’m actually doing something here now... a step up from my usual one-post-per-six-months activity...

HAPPY READING!

Things around you blurred, people’s faces were distorted and music was giving you a headache. You lost count how many drinks you had about an hour ago and now you were regretting having any.

Your friends – who were more work acquaintances than friends – had ditched you, you had no car that you wouldn’t be able to operate in this condition anyway and not enough money to call a cab. All you had were a very revealing dress with a deep cut up your right thigh and a phone with around twenty percent charge left.

You stepped outside. Evening air did some but still not enough good for you to feel confident enough to walk those two and a half kilometers to your apartment building. Especially not in these knee-high boots. You would probably end up murdered. Or murdering yourself by accidentally stepping in front of a car. Either way, in a ditch.

You checked over you contacts for anyone who would pick up a phone and pick you up at the club at this ungodly hour. Since you had moved, most of your contacts were pretty much useless for this type of shit.

You pulled out your wallet. There were several business cards that you had gotten since you had started to work as a PR manager for The Last Of Us production team. Your eyes scanned over some of the names. Nico Parker. You weren’t sure she even got her license yet. Bella Ramsey. You knew for a fact she didn’t have a car.

Pedro Pascal.

Shit.

Well, from a purely objective stance, he was the best choice. He could pick you up and he didn’t give creepy vibes so technically you should be fine.

The problem was – he probably didn’t even know who you were. You had been on, like, two lunches with him with purely professional intentions. There had been more people from both the cast and the PR team and, even though you had spoken to him one-on-one multiple times, he had these types of conversations every day.

Worst he could do was say no.

To be fair, he could theoretically also cuss you out.

Or look at an unknown number and not even pick up.

Before you let your mind talk itself out of it, your fingers typed in his number and called.

It was quite chilly, now that you were out in dark alley with only your stripper dress on. It was pretty but god was it doing a shit job at keeping you warm.

The phone was calling and after the very first ring, you started to doubt yourself.

Maybe it would be less embarrassing if you just called your boss? Sure, she would know you indulged in an occasional living of your life but she was a woman and maybe would be more sympathetic than most of the men you worked with...

Two-

- Y/N? – unprepared for Pedro to actually pick up, you startled.

Your brain was foggy from all the alcohol and your body was still trying to decipher the sudden temperature drop so it took you several seconds to even put words together.

- Hey, are you alright? – it was actually him.

He really picked up at a quarter to midnight.

How did he know who was calling?

- Hey, Pedro, - up until this point you had used the formal “Mr. Pascal” just like everybody in your team but now it would feel weird. – So I have a bit of a... situation?

What was the term for getting drunk and placing all your trust in people that you had met two weeks ago?

- Are you alright? – he sounded worried. – Where are you?

Not wanting to appear nervous yourself, you tried to put on a smile, hoping it would make your voice sound lighter and careless.

- I’m at the... – you looked over your shoulder at the sign in front of the club, - Sensual Vibes, - you cringed at the name.

He definitely thinks you’re at a strip club.

- It’s a bar downtown. And I’m kinda drunk and I don’t really have any money, and my asshole friends left, and I’m also kinda col-

- Do you need me to pick you up? – he didn’t sound mad.

If anything – he sounded almost careful. As if he didn’t want to push any boundaries by insisting.

You were silent for a second.

Why was it so hard for you to ask for help when it was clear you desperately needed it?

Fucking pride.

You can cringe in shame tomorrow when you haven’t been murdered trying to walk home drunk...

- Yeah, - you said quietly before adding, - but it’s totally fine if you can’t. I’m sure two kilometers of walking will be fine if I can get off these stripper shoes-

- I’ll be there in twenty, - he said in a voice that left no arguments. – Go back inside. I’ll come in and get you.

- Who was that? – Oscar asked, stuffing the leftover pizza back into the box.

- Y/N, - Pedro put away his phone and went to get his car keys.

- Y/N? Who the fuc-

His hand stopped halfway to close the lid.

- Oh shit, - Oscar laughed, turning towards his friend. – Is that the girl from the PR team? It’s that Y/N?

Pedro didn’t answer and went to get his jacket. Oscar, in true friend fashion, followed him into the hallway, while teasing:

- Is that the same girl who still calls you Mr. Pascal even though you corrected her, like, thousand times?

Pedro just rolled his eyes.

This wasn’t exactly new. Oscar had never really met you – at least, in person – though there was abundance of information regarding you given by his friend every time Pedro had a drop of alcohol in his system.

- You know, if you weren’t so famous, I’d think she actually didn’t even know your first name by how much she uses the surname... – Oscar went back to pick up the leftover pizza, before turning back and looking at his friend suspiciously. – Are you sure she meant to call you? I mean, if she called you by your name, the call might have been meant for another Pedro. All I’m saying is-

Pedro threw him a dark look and turned to leave. Could that be true? You never really called him by his name and he was almost one hundred percent sure you didn’t even have his number...

- Lock up before you leave, - Pedro murmured before opening the door.

You were drunk and alone so, either way, you’ll have to make peace with it.

Once Pedro had ended the call, all you could do was blankly stare at the screen. To be fair, you were very intoxicated so... could you had hallucinated this whole conversation?

Either way – waiting inside was probably the best choice here...

You dropped down on a sofa in the foyer. You felt a headache coming on.

God, this is gonna be embarrassing...

After fifteen minutes of waiting and contemplating about leaving on your own, a hand lightly touched your shoulder, making you startle yet again. You had been way too focused on a painting on the wall to notice anybody approaching.

- Pedro? – your eyebrows shot up as if you were surprised that the person who you had called had actually shown up.

- Were you waiting for someone else? – there was a note in his voice you couldn’t quite decipher and your foggy mind refused to cooperate.

- N-no, - you stammered out. – I just wasn’t sure you would actually show up...

Now was his turn to look surprised. He opened his mouth to say something but, when you lightly swayed on your feet, he quickly put an arm around your shoulders to steady you.

When he lightly pressed his palm on the skin between your shoulder blades, a small shiver ran through your body, making you look up at him. He had probably seen or feel you shiver and had interpreted that as you being cold which was technically true. He pulled off his jacket that looked way too big for you.

You were by no means model-thin but the jacket was oversized on him so it looked like it would end up around your knees.

You shook your head.

- I’m not taking your jacket after you drove all this w-

- Don’t argue, - was all he said before lifting your arm, pulling the sleeve over it and then repeating the same on the other side. – And it’s still longer than that pretty thing you call a dress, - his eyes ran over your half-naked body.

Not in a leering way. But he did gulp when his eyes touched on the slit across your thigh.

Great, there’s no getting this out of memory, he chastised himself for enjoying and savoring you while you were very clearly drunk.

Shit, he’s probably uncomfortable, was all you could think about.

His car was pleasantly warm. You managed to climb in on your own but when it came to the seatbelt, you fingers still lacked focus and were stiff. After two unsuccessful attempts at connecting the two parts, Pedro gently peeled your fingers from the belt, reached over and buckled you in himself.

Before he could step back, you placed your hand on his bicep to stop him. The touch itself was innocent enough but you felt your skin lightly tingling as if you had touched a wire with low charge.

Pedro’s eyes followed you to where your skin had touched his. All he could do was stare at your fingers around his arm.

- Shit, sorry, - you decided he was probably uncomfortable and withdrew your hand, - sorry, I didn’t mean-

- It’s fine-

- I just wanted to say thank you, - your gaze held his. – I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.

There was something intoxicating in doing favors for you. He would’ve driven to pick up any of the women he knew if they were drunk and alone but your trust in him made him a bit delirious.

He wanted you to call him if you ever needed to get home drunk but he also wanted to drive you to a meaningless appointment and pick you up after work.

- It’s fine, - he swallowed before stepping back. – You’re welcome.

He could hear Oscar’s teasing voice in his head, telling him how absurdly romantic it was for him to simp after a girl who probably read his number off a business card when hers had been cataloged in his phone since day one. He probably could recall it from memory at this point.

Pedro closed the door on your side and walked around to get into the driver’s seat. He tried to take in some of the chilling evening air before getting in.

- ... and my friend said just go up to him and ask him out, - he heard you say once he got in, - but every time I looked at his pretty face I chicked out... – you hiccuped, - chic... chickened out! And then-

Your words were slurred and half-coherent.

Pedro started the car, pulled out of the parking lot and then threw a glance at you.

- Who were you trying to ask out?

- I wasn’t trying... And he wouldn’t come anyway...

Alcohol had made you braver and in a stupid attempt to rip your own band-aid off, you turned towards Pedro and whispered in an almost broken voice:

- Would you go on a date with me?

You needed his answer. Tomorrow was gonna be shameful but you could, at least, write this off as a drunken mistake. You had finally done it, you had finally gathered all your courage and taken a step-

But it was the way you had said it. With the accent on the word ‘you’. All Pedro heard was your confession about liking another man and how busy he was, and now you looked at him with glossy eyes and it made him wonder if this stupid man you were talking about had said something to make you insecure. You had just confessed about your crush and needed confirmation that other men – smarter men – would still date you.

But knowing that you trusted him enough to take you home drunk, he knew he couldn’t just confess about wanting you for himself. That was a dick move used by every false male friend around the world.

- I... – you watched his throat work, as he was putting words together, then he ripped his gaze away from where you sat in his car, in his jacket, for the first time ever giving him your undivided attention. – I think you’re amazing and any man would be lu-

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. His figure got distorted through the rapidly increasing moisture.

You are amazing.

Any man would be lucky to date you.

Not me though.

Last one wasn’t said out loud but, in your defense, it was usually never spelled out when a person was rejecting someone.

This was a rejection speech.

He was giving you a rejection speech!

You lifted your hand to silence him. He immediately did and you looked out through the window on your side.

- Please, don’t, - your voice broke at the end. – I respect you way too much and don’t want to start saying things I don’t mean while drunk.

It was said and done.

You had asked and he had rejected you. Work’s gonna be a bitch but PR, thankfully, was a team effort so you could probably take meetings with another member of the cast and make one of your colleague meet with Pedro. Eventually, your stupid little feelings would stop hurting and you would move on.

Eventually.

Until then you probably should avoid Pedro every chance you got.

It was said and done.

Even drunk, you had realized his incurable crush on you and in a very “I’m well-versed in public relations” manner had put an end to his confession. What was it that you had said? I respect you way too much...

Respect you way too much to outright say “no”.

You had a crush on a man you worked with. Probably someone your age. Probably someone who’s life wasn’t constantly dissected on every media platform.

You were a real pretty girl so even if you never gathered the courage to take the first step, that man you talked about would probably do it for you. He would be stupid not to.

Which meant that at some point you would be seen on set, laughing and kissing some other man who probably had no idea for how long you had lusted after him. And Pedro knew that if your crush forgot what he’s got, he would be way too tempted to teach him a lesson or two about not throwing away life’s biggest treasures.

Maybe even way too tempted to put the fear of god into that man. To threaten to never dare to break your pretty little heart.

But you had good taste in most things. And the man you were talking about asking out was probably good. More than good. He probably was respectful in public and would make you scream his name in private. Buy you a nice dress and later rip it off your body. Pick you up to take you places and then wait patiently for you to come back to him.

You deserved the best. And you were probably way too good for that boy you liked. Granted, Pedro thought you were way too good for basically everyone, including himself, but he also wasn’t one of those men that would pass on an amazing woman all because “she’s too good for him”.

Nah. He knew he would greedily accept your love and lust if only you offered. He might have thought you were too good for him but he also knew there were many things he could provide for you. He was successful, had money, a stable job, he was mature and wouldn’t play any games. Besides, he was damn near sure he loved you and even with you reciprocating just half of that love and affection, it still would be perfect.

- What’s your add-

Once he looked over to where you were watching him just a minute ago, Pedro found you fast asleep with your head pressed against the window. His jacket, way too big for you, had fallen down your shoulder, revealing that distractingly little napkin you bravely called a dress.

Shit.

This was definitely not good.

If he had to bring you back to his home, he knew he would see ghosts of you every time he stepped inside his own house. And that would be bad. Right now you were already everywhere at work, he couldn’t afford to let you make yourself at home in his private space too. Damage would take months to undo.

He contemplated waking you up but even then there would be no guarantee that you would even remember where you lived in this condition.

Pedro started driving towards his own home slower than necessary, hoping you would wake up at some point and give him your address.

All he could hope for was that Oscar had already left because, otherwise, Pedro would never hear the end of this...

Shitshitshit.

Your head was hurting even before you opened your eyes. That was never a good thing. Once you did, you were met with a semi-dark room that was vaguely lit by a small lamp left on on the nightstand.

Where the fuck where you?

This looked way too homey to be a hotel and way too impersonal to be someone’s bedroom. You lifted the thick blanket that was draped over you to check out if you weren’t missing any clothes. Or some more important things, like body parts.

Your eyebrows shot up in confusion when you were met with the same light blue dress you had worn at the club with just more wrinkles in it now. All you were missing where the boots that you saw placed by the bed.

You checked the small alarm clock on the nightstand.

5:06 AM.

It was early.

On a day off, you probably wouldn’t have woken up this early but your body had most likely dealt with the alcohol in your system and had woken up naturally once you had sobered up.

Then you noticed the small note placed next to the clock.

I’m not sure how much you remember but I picked you up from a club. You didn’t give me an address before passing out, so I brought you home with me. You’re in my guest bedroom. I’m in the one down the hall. I got you some aspirin and water. And some clothes.

Pedro.

There was something else written on the paper but it was scribbled out. You lifted the note and placed it before the small lamp, letting the light shine through.

Cute dress.

You smiled, however that smile lasted for exactly one second before you remembered the conversation in the car. You had asked Pedro on a date. He had given you the “there’s more fish in the sea” speech.

God.

You had excused your bravery with “you can live today and be embarrassed tomorrow” but now, when tomorrow was finally here, you weren’t sure it was actually worth it.

Thank god you didn’t work closely with Pedro because this would be ten times more awkward if you were an actress.

You quickly changed into the clothes Pedro had left for you. It was a white t-shirt with something spelled in a foreign language you didn’t understand. The shirt reached down to your knees and covered more than your dress had. You could technically leave in just the t-shirt but your sudden sobriety would probably result in you freezing to death so you decided to wear sweatpants as well. You rolled up the ends of the pants that were too long, threw a glance in the mirror and decided that you looked presentable enough.

Once you left the guest room with the dress still in your hand, you tried to find out if Pedro had already woken up. It seemed unlikely. It was very early.

And that seemed to be the truth, as none of the lights were on in neither the kitchen nor the living room. Or in the hallway.

Thank god the key was still in the door and you didn’t have to wake him up to unlock the door. You carefully tiptoed through the hallway and sneaked out through the front door, leaving nothing but a vague scent of your perfume and a note on the living room table.

Thank you. Truly. You have no idea how grateful I am. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever need anything.

That’s exactly how Pedro found your note three hours later when he woke up. Note had no name. Apparently, you didn’t assume he rescued women every night and didn’t think he would mix you up with someone else.

As if he ever could.

He was quite grateful to have missed you, in case you remembered how he had come onto you in the car. He didn’t want a pitying glance and you saying sorry, as if you had anything to be sorry about.

Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever need anything.

Pedro let out a bitter laugh. That’s what you sign at the bottom of a work email, in hopes the recipient never truly reaches out for anything. You just felt like you owed him.

three weeks later

Pedro felt somebody brush a makeup brush over his temple to add some last touches before the filming started. People were running around, adding and taking down some props. Camera crew were doing some last check-ups. And in what Pedro thought was a torturosly ironic touch to an already important scene that caused some nerves to resurface, you were there.

In fairness, you weren’t here on your own and by your own wish. Some people of the PR and social media management teams were here, hoping to take some photos of behind the scenes for marketing.

And they were all pretty irrelevant because his eyes didn’t leave you for one second.

Pedro, Bella and some of the others were placed good ten meters from where you were standing by the door of the room that seemed to shrink every second. You were either unaware of his intense gaze or simply ignored it.

Pedro didn’t know which one would piss him off more.

There weren’t many things that didn’t irritate him these days. Oscar had started to call it Y/N withdrawal. As if he was an addict. A junkie who’s been cut off from his favorite drug of choice.

At first, Pedro was understanding. You probably felt weird you had clocked him liking you and wanted space. Fine. He would be an asshole not to give you space. Then he called you but the call always went to voicemail. On week two he had the first PR dinner since ‘the incident’ and when you didn’t show and had sent one of your assistants in your place, it only soured Pedro’s mood. The assistant had lied about you not feeling well but when you were still nowhere to be seen on the next meeting – and the next – he knew it was an excuse.

You were making excuses.

Week three took the crown when at one of the advertisement meetings that was mandatory for all cast and production team members, you had apparently ‘had a doctor’s appointment’.

Now he was pissed at the whole world and especially himself for fucking this up. You were a smart girl and he should’ve expected you to put two and two together that night. And, in addition, he was just a tiny bit pissed at you for not giving him a chance to apologize.

When you excused yourself and went into the kitchen, Pedro quickly stood up.

- Sorry, - he murmured to the makeup artist. – I’ll be right back.

Filming was set to start in ten minutes.

That was all he needed to say the things that needed to be said.

You were facing the open fridge when Pedro walked in. You read something that was written on the side of what looked like a protein shake.

You looked good. There were no signs of tiredness in your eyes. No sluggish movements. No yawning.

That was good, Pedro tried to tell himself.

Would it hurt for you to be a little affected that he was absent from your life for three whole weeks?

Then his eyes caught a thin bracelet around your wrist. It was shiny and had a minimalistic heart charm on it.

Pedro recalled Oscar once mentioning getting something similar to his wife because “the only time women wear heart jewelry is if it’s gifted by a man who’s interested”.

It was quite a big assumption that the bracelet was, one, a gift, two, from a man, and three, that it was the same moron you wanted to date. And yet it only fueled Pedro’s irrational jealousy and anger.

He let go of the door and it fell shut with a loud bang.

You jumped.

- It’s really unprofessional, you know, - Pedro accused. – This behavior of yours lately.

It only took a second for you to go from a startled look to a glare. You put the drink back in the fridge and shut the door. Loudly.

How matching.

- Excuse you? – you pushed back.

- I get that you’re avoiding me and that’s fine but you also have a job to do, - he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. – You’ve missed several PR meetings and allowed your underage intern to replace you.

You chuckled under your breath and looked away.

So that’s what this was about...

- So you feel a bit neglected because an intern – highly skilled, might I add, - was attending a few of the meetings? Is he not good enough for you?

Pedro looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.

- I don’t care if he’s as useless as a toddler – don’t change the subject!

You blew away a strand of your hair that had fallen in front of your face.

God you looked hot angry.

When you tried to side-step him and leave, Pedro followed your movements until his back hit the door, leaving you without an escape. He leaned against it, wrapped his right palm around his left wrist and looked down at you.

- You’re avoiding me, - he was glaring at you.

You glared back.

- No shit.

Pedro had expected more resistance. Or more excuses. He definitely expected you to look at him with a confused stare and say ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. Now that you had done none of that, it felt a bit weird to “confront” you because you had had every right to avoid him.

- I’m just making sure you don’t get a write-up for skipping work, - even though the words were genuine, the tone was rude and you recoiled.

You looked up at him as if he’d slapped you.

- Are you threatening to snitch on me for skipping few meetings?

His eyes widened.

Shit.

- That’s not wh-

- Fuck you.

Now he looked like you had slapped him.

This was going downhill and fast. He had never accused anybody of bad work ethics and you had never cursed at someone for essentially doing nothing wrong, really.

You had spent three weeks, trying to soothe your ego. But rejection still stung. And, for the first time in your life, your personal feelings had affected your professional life. There was no excuse for that.

So you exhaled, counted to ten, got to five and decided to push your emotions down. You didn’t actually believe that Pedro would ever attempt anything to harm your career but he was still a big star and, would somebody come across this very unprofessional conversation, your future job opportunities might be in jeopardy.

- Listen, I’m sorry, okay? – you said, then quickly added. – For missing those meetings.

You didn’t want to voice that you were also apologizing for taking rejection badly.

Even though, you were.

- Won’t happen again.

His eyes softened.

- I’m sorry too, okay? – he lifted his hand to place it on your shoulder or upper arm but decided against it in the last second and let it fall back against his side.

You laughed. Genuinely.

- What are you sorry for?

- For what I said in the car, - he explained.

Your eyes returned to the startled expression that they were in when he first came in. You had wanted to avoid that night but he had brought it up voluntarily. He could see your prey-like expression and shook his head:

- I didn’t mean... – he got quiet for a second. – That would be a lie. I did mean it. But I think I could’ve worded it better. Maybe. Or explained it to you when you were sober...

I didn’t mean... That would be a lie. I did mean it.

His words, even though soft and placating, still grazed your heart like a knife.

You could respect him for not leading you on.

Leading someone on was still worse than letting somebody down gently.

Be a big girl and accept defeat like a champ, you motivated yourself.

- That’s fine. It didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t mean anything.

You had realized he liked you, damn near loved you, and it didn’t mean anything.

His love meant nothing.

Pedro swallowed and nodded. When you gestured towards the door that he was still blocking, he stepped aside, letting you leave.

- Did you feel harassed by me? – he asked before you left.

You laughed. But when you realized he was dead-ass serious, your smile fell.

- What?

- In my car. That night. Did you feel harassed by me?

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Even though it was absurd for him to ask this, you felt warmth engulf your heart.

He’s making sure you didn’t feel unsafe with him...

God.

He’s gonna make a great partner to someone someday...

- God no, - you grinned, trying to put him at ease.

- You sure? – he asked.

- Of course, - you gave him a bittersweet smile. – How could I have felt harassed? Nothing happened.

Nothing happened, as in, I asked you out and you turned me down, simple as that.

Nothing happened, as in, you figured I liked you and that realization meant nothing, I still mean nothing to you.

When week four rolled in, things had went back to normal. The weird kind of normal. The professional kind of normal. You were present in all PR meetings you needed to attend, Pedro went out of his way to treat you like a friend.

He had started bringing these weird mini cupcakes from around where he was living. Every meeting, he would show up and give them out to all, usually five or six, attending persons. He would never skip you, giving you exactly the same amount of pleasantries, sweets and eye contact as to every other person from the cast and PR teams. It was as if he had timed your interactions to make sure you felt identical to everybody else here.

You translated his actions as he’s making sure to drive home the point of “I treat everybody like this, don’t make this weird, you’re not special in that sense”.

He translated his actions as making sure you saw that even after you rejected him, he still wouldn’t be passive-aggressive towards you and wouldn’t exclude you from anything.

“Don’t make things weird” had become a motto for both of you, at this point. This was exactly why Pedro had advised Oscar to also invite you to the party he was throwing in honor of ending the shooting of one of Oscar’s movies. Even though Pedro knew you would show up all dolled up and, most likely, with a plus one, as suggested the invitation.

And “don’t make things weird” was exactly why you had accepted, even though the last time you had attended a formal function, it had ended with you at a club and with no ride or money.

You had showed up in a black sleeveless dress that reached your knees. Pedro had had exactly one drink and he was using the hell out of it as an excuse why he couldn’t – and wouldn’t – take his eyes off you. The dress was simple and maybe exactly because of that your own beauty shone through more than usual when there was nothing to distract people from it.

Then you turned towards the small home bar and his eyes slid over your frame, landing on the dress’ very deep slit. This time it was on the behind of your dress’ skirt.

You and the fucking slits. Making every piece of clothing look like it was designed specifically for you...

- Thank god moods are not contagious because this would be the saddest happy event ever, - Oscar’s hand landed on his friend’s shoulder, as he followed Pedro’s gaze down to where you were standing.

Pedro unintentionally moved to block you from his friend’s eyes which came as a surprise to both. It was very clear that Oscar had no negative or positive intentions regarding you so it was even more weird when Pedro felt small pang of jealousy when he saw the bottle of wine you had gifted Oscar for hosting the party.

Oscar raised his eyebrows, amused.

As if asking, really?

You, on the other hand, were doing everything to avoid Pedro that evening. He looked good. He looked so handsome even though he was one of the very few men here who had chosen to wear a sweater instead of a suit or a dress shirt. You definitely needed a distraction and given how it had ended with drinking last time you got drunk, you avoided alcohol like it was the plague, only drinking virgin cocktails.

The biggest problem with avoiding someone is that that person is living in your head rent free, in order for you to be where they are not. Which meant that before you avoid them in a room, you have to check specifically for them. The biggest support for you in this was the fact that Pedro seemed to avoid you as well, so it was quite easy to keep your distance.

- Is there a guest I’m not aware of? – Oscar humored lightly. – Or are you stalked by someone?

Only the ghost of your best friend.

You smiled, shook your head and asked a few questions about the movie to whose ending this function was dedicated to. After some time he excused himself and said to go look for his wife but before he left, Oscar casually threw out:

- I’m sorry things are weird between you and Pedro right now, - he seemed apologetic.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

Pedro had clearly told him about what had happened.

It was already embarrassing enough for you to realize that Pedro had been sober that night and remembered every word your drunk self had confessed. And, to add insult to injury, the rejection still kinda stung. But he had clearly told everything to another man. And that one made you even more upset because you knew Oscar by reputation only but that reputation was quite good. So he probably felt sympathy for your little groupie act by asking out someone clearly out of your league.

You averted your eyes. How many other people knew?

- Look, he’s a grown ass man, he’ll be fine, - Oscar put his hand on your shoulder in a pacifying manner. – It’s just that this was his longest crush ever so it will take more time than usual...

Because you actively tried to block out his voice, the words didn’t register at first. And, once they did, they still didn’t make much sense.

- But it will-

- What did you just say?

Your tone was harsh and it made Oscar do a double-take.

- I... I’m not trying to pressure you into anything by what I said about being his longest crush, if that’s what you meant. I promise.

Your eyes searched his face for any signs of amusement or humor... or confusion. When you didn’t find any, you put down your drink and turned your full attention towards him.

- What did he tell you happened that night?

Oscar looked at you like you were a child asking to explain the alphabet.

- I’m not sure I should-

- He clearly told you something! – you raised your voice – not loud enough to be heard by everyone but enough to make some of the closest people turn heads.

Oscar nodded:

- All he told me was you figured out he liked you. And you don’t like him back, - Oscar used the tone he probably used with his kids. – And that’s fine. You have every r-

- What kind of fairy tale did he fed you? – your first thought was that Pedro had lied to his friend.

But why would he ever do that? What could he possibly get out of telling people you were the one who rejected him? Letting someone down wasn’t a crime and it didn’t make you a bad person.

- He rejected me! I straight up asked him out and he gave me the whole speech about there being men who would be oh so lucky to date me. And then he kept on friend-zoning me for a month just for funsies. Making sure I knew my place was with all the other people who worked for him!

When you turned to leave – and maybe give that free alcohol a shot or two – Oscar unceremoniously grabbed your upper arm and turned you back.

- That can’t be true, Y/N! You were the one drunk! Are you sure you remember everything okay?

You rolled your eyes, trying to pull your arm away.

- I was drunk, not stupid! I know rejection when I receive one!

Oscar’s grasp wasn’t hurting you or anything but it probably looked like you were fighting from afar, at this point.

- Look, Y/N, calm down, - he lowered his voice so other people wouldn’t hear a thing. – All he told me was that you had confessed liking someone you worked with, and-

- And who do you think that someone from work is, genius?

You could almost hear gears turning in Oscar’s head.

- So... When he said that you had asked if... When you were wondering if he would date you, it wasn’t because...

You waited.

- ... it wasn’t because you were insecure about nobody being interested in you?

- Why would I give a shit if other people were interested in me?

It was a good thing you were sober because it was taking a good amount of time to understand this even sober. Your eyes widened when you finally put the pieces together.

The way Pedro looked almost crushed when you had interrupted him to silence him in the car.

Please don’t. I respect you way too much and don’t want to start saying things I don’t mean while drunk.

Could he had mistaken it for rejection?

You silencing him out of respect so you didn’t have to tell him you didn’t want to date him? Did he thought that you were thinking his ego couldn’t handle being rejected by someone who was not rich or famous?

Shit.

You tried to find his pink sweater somewhere in the crowd. He couldn’t have gone home already, could he? You had relatively little knowledge of the layout of Oscar’s house so your best shot was to run into Pedro somewhere.

Your wish manifested a bit too literally, when you roughly rounded a corner and ran straight into someone.

Pedro’s fingers wrapped around your upper arm in the same manner Oscar’s hand had just mere seconds ago. Just to drive home the point of your attraction to him, a small shot of electricity shot through your arm whereas nothing even similar had happened when his friend had touched your arm.

- Careful, - he steadied you and then removed his hand.

When you looked up, you noticed that he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

You thought you had gotten over this awkwardness...

Guess not.

With music still sounding throughout the house, you looked around, grabbed the front of his sweater and pushed him into one of the many guest bedrooms here. Once you closed and locked the door, you turned towards Pedro who was looking a bit thrown out of the boat.

For one moment, nobody said anything. Then you pushed down the dress that had ridden up your thighs while you were frantically looking for him throughout the house, and stepped closer to him.

The height difference was always a turn on for you but right now it did nothing but annoy.

- Sit down, - you commanded.

He took a step back and sat down on the bed.

When he looked up at you, you realized that you probably shouldn’t have asked him to do that. Your foggy brain finally decided to give you back few of the memories missing from that night month ago.

When he had gently lowered you onto the bed and you had finally woken up just in time to see him drop down on his knees to take off your boots. Out of concern, he had looked up at you with a very similar expression as he was having right now. With his lids lowered, eyes dark and pupils dilated.

When his brows furrowed in confusion, unaware of your flashbacks, you snapped out of it.

- Why does Oscar think I rejected you in your car that night? – you demanded before you lost your courage.

Pedro looked away.

You had had a long day at work today and still most of your energy had went into dodging Pedro at every corner, trying to not even look at him, while simultaneously keeping an eye on him at all times to not accidentally get close. Your patience had worn out long before you got here.

You unceremoniously grabbed his chin and turned his head back towards you.

- Look, I’m sorry I told him, - Pedro raised his eyes to meet yours. – I needed to tell someone and you were avoiding me and refused to even look at me!

You shook your head and tried to step back before he grabbed your hand in both of his.

- I’m sorry.

- What are you even sorry for? – you ripped your hand from his. – For lying?

When all he did was stare up at your in confusion, you took a step back to keep some distance.

- Do you get pity points or something for act-

Pedro stood up and you lost any advantage you had due to height. When he advanced towards you and you still stepped back, he caught your wrist, refusing to let you leave.

- Stop running from me! – he demanded. – Talk to me!

Fine.

- Fine, - you still tugged on your arm and he still didn’t let go so at some point you had to give up on it and leave your hand in his grasp.

- Tell me why you were avoiding me for a month, - he used a painfully soft tone as if afraid you would run at the very first sign of confrontation.

You were silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to sound like a mature adult.

- I guess... – you sighed and decided to just get over it. – I was hurt that you weren’t interested in me when I asked you out that night after you picked me up. I was butt hurt and it wasn’t fair to you because you have ever-

You didn’t get to finish when he closed the small distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. You would’ve pulled back by surprise if not for Pedro’s hand cupping the back of you neck.

Your heart seemed to simultaneously skip a beat and stop altogether. After the initial shock, you slid your hand into Pedro’s hair and lightly pulled him back by it.

Amusement danced in his eyes with a light shake of his head.

- To think we could’ve done this weeks ago, - he laughed.

You felt a bit giddy inside, still not really comprehending every piece of this misunderstanding but, in your defense, it probably had been quite hard to catch any love signals that night when you were wasted.

- You want me to ask you out again? – you proposed.

- Nah, - he shook his head. - I’ll do the honors, - he cleared his throat. – You’re going on a date with me.

You cocked your head.

- Are you asking or telling?

- I assumed you were a sure thing, drunk words being sober thoughts and all that...

This felt a bit too good to be true but you weren’t going to question it. Once you both left the guest room, with Pedro’s hand still wrapped around yours, and turned the corner to return to the party, you found Oscar leaning against the wall in the hallway with a drink in his hand and an amused look in his eyes.

- No freaky business under my roof, - he gave his friend with a stern look. – That’s like the only rule I have.

Only when his eyes found your intervened hands, he chuckled under his breath.

- Love must be hard when you’re both idiots, huh?

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal #imagine #oscar isaac

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Temothy seems like the type to get his coworkers fired by framing them if they were to say even a single bad thing about y/n.

Same if he thinks an employee is flirting with y/n.

He'll memorize y/n's specific schedule down to the when they even take a first sip of their coffee (or whatever beverage they like) while knowing even the exact temperature his darling seems to like the drink, but will never remember his coworkers' names for the life of him.

Temothy the Bull/Assistant wouldn’t really need to resort to framing them, after all he could just make them willingly resign at the drop of the hat. To save you from having to pay them that severance fee. Since digital footprints are real, with just a couple Facebook scrolls, and stalking their pages on Instagram, TikTok, Reddit, or Twitter. And boom he’s got a loaded casestudy ready to blow their chances of having a peaceful life goodbye.

And being your assistant of course he’s gonna remember every single name of your employees written documents. Alongside every detestable mug plastered right next to their calling card. He may be clumsy at times but he’s far from negligent about his duties in serving his darling to the fullest of his capabilities.

Just in case he’d ever need to keep the pests in check. With a few phone calls and a voice modifier he’ll leave death threats. Taking his sweet time in making them become paranoid and anxious. If he ever found them talking shit about his lovely boss or even worse flirt with them.

As if they ever had the privilege of being graced with your attention that was meant only for him. And Being the bull he is, The assistant won’t hesitate on following through via impaling them with his horns as if they were in a bull riding event.

All in all Temothy’s almost like a loan shark, he’ll somewhat remain silent in exchange for some fruitful favors from the pitiful suckers. So in reality Your assistant has a collection of disposable pawns to aide him on securing his boss’s love.

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sentiententityx · 8 months

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Timekeeper design! >:)))

His name is Charlie

Some info:

His film reel keeps record of everything that happens in the past and present continuously growing in length. He can look back at everything Stanley and the Narrator have previously done. He’s got different film reels for different timelines/realities because time branches out in so many different ways. He keeps all of his reels in a pocket dimension. This can make him a bit disorganized and not remember which timeline he’s in or which Stanley and Narrator he’s interacting with. He knows which Stanley and Narrator are his based on their digital footprint but when he accidentally follows a different timeline it takes him a bit to realize something is off and actually check where he is in time. He’s definitely gone a bit crazy after being in a black void for so long. His only pastime keeping track of time. He really just wants to cause some chaos for his Stanley and Narrator since he’s been forced to watch them for the rest of time. However he can’t interact with them. He can only be a passive observer watching through reflections.

He definitely needs to find a way to change that…

#the stanley parable #tsp fandom #stanley parable #tspud #tsp fanart #tsp timekeeper #timekeeper design #the stanley parable timekeeper #timekeeper fanart #look at my boy #he’s so bill cypher and alastor coded #he’s a crazy little gremlin #you better watch out because he’s watching you 👁️ 👁️#tsp 432

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DANI HII. Not a request - just wanted to tell you how much i adore your writing. 'To all i think is safe' has a very special place in my heart. Ive also reread 'sweet delights' an ungodly amount of times (like a bedtime story). Anyways, have a good break! Ill be screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth when youre back <33

Awww, thank you so much Anon!! I always love getting submissions like this, it really does warm my heart ❤

'To All I Think Is Safe' was honestly a really hard one to write since I was actively in a disassociation episode while writing it, so I'm glad it's found a special place in your heart! Glad you also enjoy 'Sweet Delights' the way I intend for all my fics lmao. Honestly, I can't even tell you how many Mike fics I have saved as my bedtime stories, most recently 'Sex Dreams' by @yanderestarangel has been the constant one in my rotation because I am- BEGGING for ftm! reader x Mike shit rn. I'm. Desperate. I'm on the cusp of writing some myself because I- lisTEEEEEEEEEEN-

Honestly, I can't wait to be off break. I love publishing for you guys, your responses are my favorite part of this whole process. But I'm keeping myself on it so that I don't burn myself out and can make sure I've got some quality shit for y'all once I do start writing again. (I'm itching to write smut. It's that time again where I'm climbing the walls for smut, thus why I broke break to write 'Pretty.' Ferally need a whimpering mess beneath me rn. I could say shit that would have y'all questioning if I'm gonna ever get employed due to digital footprint, but I won't right now lmao)

I hope you have a good time with my past work! While I'm on break, make sure to check out some of my moots such as @janitorhutcherson, @freak-accident419 and @joshfutturman because they have amazing content too that makes my mouth water and my [REDACTED] [REDACTED] until his [REDACTED] in the [REDACTED] [REDACTED] with the cows in the [REDACTED] [REDACTED] o'er my [REDAAAAAAAACTEDDDDD] home. Plus, they're very special to meeeeeee

Also, LET'S DO A Q&A FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!

I've just hit that mark and I love getting these questions anyways, (I'm aware im tagged in a couple ask posts anyways, promise I'll respond soon. I suck [REDACTED]) so if yall have any questions or anything, let's just have a gay Ole time in the inbox

Love y'all!! Stay safe <33 talk soon <333

#josh hutcherson #peeta mellark #josh hutcherson fanfic #jhutch #mike schmidt #ask #jhutch1992

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Run Boy Run | Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader | PART 1

Preface: Separated and cut off from the BAU, it’s only a matter of time to see who gets to him first: you or his team. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like to lose. Especially when it involves someone like Spencer Reid.

Idc about digital footprints I will flip and fold this man like an omelet, pound him like cake, whip him like cream, eat him like I’m tryna reach the bottom of the Nutella jar with my tongue--THE ENTIRE 9 YARDS, THE WHOLE KITCHEN, BATHROOM, BEDROOM, ATTIC, ROOF, DRIVEWAY, NEIGHBORHOOD, EVERYTHING

Disclaimer: This fic implies a forced relationship between Spencer and the Reader, plus psychological and physical coercion. THE READER IS LITERALLY A BATSHIT CRAZY CRIMINAL. I DO NOT CONDONE ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE ACTS IRL. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTS OF THIS KIND IRL. THIS IS ALL FICTION. DON’T BE WEIRD.

This also isn’t proofread so yk

Warning(s): Mentions of kidnapping, mild violence, weapons

“It took me several months to rig this entire building like this, you know?” Your voice echoes from a hidden intercom wired through the entire office building. There isn’t a single room where your voice isn’t audible.

Spencer stays tucked away in a corner office on the fifth floor. The exits had been blocked--doors welded shut during his time unconscious. He has his gun with him, but he’s yet to pull it out. He knows why you let him keep it. This is a game to you. A challenge. A sadistic game of cat and mouse.

“I know you know this building. You and your BAU friends scoured it thoroughly a few weeks back. You know all exits, emergency exits, vent systems, shortcuts, and stairwells. So do I.”

Spencer flinches when he hears the faint ding of the elevator coming to the same floor.

“I chose you for a reason, Spencer Reid. Your profiling skills are amazing. So is your ability to be a pathetic, whiny man. And I like that.”

Spencer slowly scoots to the ajar door to peek outside into the hallway.

“So, how about a game, Mr. Reid? I’ll go back up to the twenty-seventh floor and I’ll give you a two-minute head start. If you can avoid me for seven minutes, I’ll leave your phone by the first-floor entrance. If you fail to avoid me or fail to get to the first-floor exit within that timeframe. . . well, you’ll just have to find that out.”

Spencer’s body clams up. The cold slap of adrenaline shooting through his body.

“If you agree, slam the door of the room you’re currently in in the next seven seconds. If you don’t agree. . . then I’ll come to you, and you won’t have a chance to fight for your freedom.”

Reid’s eyes slide to the door right next to him. With a shaky hand he grabs it, but hesitates, letting out a quiet whimper before slamming the door as hard as he can. The sound echoes through the empty building.

“Good boy.”

A few seconds pass before he can hear the faint ding of the elevator again.

“In thirty seconds, run. And keep running.”

You sit yourself behind a desk, placing your radio to the left of you. Turning on the several monitors mounting the wall, you quickly flip through the cameras. Your eyes catch no movement on any floor or in any room. So he’s playing the waiting game in the cameras’ blind spots. It’ll take me a lot longer than seven minutes to check every floor and individual room. You briefly look at your watch. Forty-three seconds have already passed. I’m sure he’s counting as well.

“What to do, what to do. . .” You flip through the cameras one more time before pushing back from the desk and grabbing the radio. You walk over to the elevator and lean around the corner to press the buttons in a random order. Floor seven, floor six, floor eight. You walk away from the elevator as it closes its door, and head over to the emergency stairwell to follow it. You practically jump down the steps to keep in pace with the elevator. When you reach floor seven’s door, you stand in the entryway and wait. From the other side of the floor, you can hear the ding. If you can, so can Reid if he’s on the same floor. You stay silent and listen. He’s not here. You turn and make your way down to the sixth floor. Assuming Reid isn’t a triathlete, the connecting floors both above and below the seventh floor are the only realistic places he can get to in thirty seconds.

He won’t risk using the elevator, nor the stairs. He’s probably timing when he hears the elevator. Or he decided to book it.

You bring the radio up to your face. “Three minutes have passed. Did you know that? Are you keeping track? You’re a wonderful chase. Or hider, if you realize there’s no getting out of this.”

You decide to skip going to the floors the elevator is and head straight to the first floor. “Are you having fun? I do hope you’re not pushing yourself that hard. That fragile body of yours can only take so much.”

When you arrive at the door that leads out to the first-floor lobby, your eyes turn to the door handle. The powdery substance you left on it has a noticeable smeared handprint. The door’s unlocked--in fact, there’s an absence of a lock--but it was blocked from the other side. It was virtually impossible to pry open by someone like Spencer.

You grin and bring the radio up to your mouth. “I see you snuck by me to the first floor, Mr. Reid. You truly are amazing. Which means you knew I would’ve left the elevator unattended. I can’t block the elevator. You’re on it right now, aren’t you? Cute.”

Spencer’s heart is pounding in his chest. The force of it threatens to throw him off balance when he moves. He keeps himself pressed against the back of the elevator, uncaring of the metal railing digging his spine. He wrings his hands like his life depends on his, and only lets them go when the elevator dings. He places his hand on his hip where his gun holster swings. He holds his breath when the door slowly slides open, mentally preparing himself to see you standing right in front of him. He stays still when the open lobby greets him, no sign of you. He nervously takes a step out of the elevator and looks around. When he sees the cost is clear, he makes a break for the exit, which remains unblocked.

He skids to a stop when he can hear the echoing sound of a handgun being cocked. He wants to turn around but is afraid to.

“Mr. Reid,” he hears you greet from behind him. “So close yet so far. Turn around. I want to see you.”

He turns around after a few seconds, raising his hands slowly.

Your heart thrums in excitement when you see his eyes--wide and fearful. You don’t get too close to him, but close enough to make him uncomfortable. “You failed to avoid me before you got to the exit.”

“You weren’t in the room when I came here.”

Silently, you raise your hand and point to an open vent on the ceiling. His eyes follow your finger, and he swallows, now aware you had your eyes on him as soon as the elevator door opened.

“Did you like my powder trick?” You ask. “You have to admit, it was very intuitive.”

“What do you want from me?” Reid asks. “I don’t have anything of use. I’m a profiler, but that’s rarely useful outside of the BAU. I can’t cook, I’m meticulously neat, but I’ve been told it’s overwhelming--”

“Good thing those aren’t things that I want.”

He goes quiet, mouth shutting.

“I don’t care about all of that,” you say softly. “But I did choose you for a reason.”

“. . . what would that be?”

You run forward and he jerks reflexively, holding his hands in front of him in case you try to strike a blow. You shoot off the gun towards the floor and the sound in the confined building was enough to get him to move his arms to shield his face. You slide to your hip and decisively scissor throw him to the ground.

He lets out a loud grunt from the impact and you stand up, pointing the gun directly to his chest. “Please--please, don’t shoot--just--what do you want?”

Spencer looks up at you with glossy, pleading eyes. His jaw trembles in held-back fear.

You slowly begin to smile, your heart pounding in your chest at the scene of Spencer Reid underneath you; at your mercy. “I can tell you what I want. But you won’t like it.”

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 36 - Part-time Hires

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It had been a long, long morning. Amy had you over at 4:30am, meaning you had to get up at 3:30am - an hour and a half earlier the usual - in order to help Emma get ready for her first day of work. Poor girl had already been put on an early-start without having learnt the ropes yet.

So, you'd been running around Amy's house for the last hour before you set off for the store, helping Emma get ready and hyping her up for the first day on the job. 'One down, 50 years to go,' you'd teased, ignoring the way her eyes had rolled and she'd tried to stifle a laugh.

You were thankful you were of an age where teenagers thought you were the peak of coolness - not old enough to really be an 'adult' yet old enough to do what felt like everything, legally - it really helped ease the affects of teenage angst Emma seemed to be lashing out with. It was never anything major, and never hurt anyone's feelings, but you could tell something was up; and you were sure her parents divorce wasn't helping either.

"So without further ado, it's my great pleasure to welcome our newest part-time employee, Emma Dubanowski." The early start had been worth it. Emma's hair was neatly done and even she had admitted she looked, and felt, better then she had thought she would for her first day on the job.

Glenn's slideshow was an odd surprise addition to the day however, 'welcome Emma' printed in bold, green letters on the Tv screen. "That's very nice of you and also very unnecessary. Oh, there's more."

"14 years ago, our Cloud 9 family got a little bigger." It had begun. A slideshow of Emma's life so far began to play on the screen, Glenn narratingover it with the story of how Emma went from a baby to being a member of staff.

"Mom!"

"I don't know how he got those pictures." Amy was aghast, confused as to where Glenn had got any of the intimate and long ago photos of Emma.

"Oh, I keep a copy of all the photos employees get developed here."

"Oh, God. It's somehow gotten worse." You slumped into your seat, cringing at idea of the sights Glenn had seen just from keeping a copy of each photo developed.

"That's horrifying." Jonah muttered beside you, avoiding your eyes as you turned your head sharply to face him, sudden realisation crossing your features as you remembered some of the things Jonah had mentioned getting developed in the store.

"Stop." You gasped, a hand hitting his shoulder as you tried to contain your laughter. "I told you we should've got them developed at Michaels."

"You don't have any of my photos, because I don't pose for them." Dina asserted, a charming smile gracing her lips as she bragged about her digital footprint - or lack thereof. "You know, if I ever got kidnapped, the police would have quite a time finding a current photo to put on the news."

"Anyway, over the years, we've watched Amy's daughter Emma grow. Who could forget the time that she lost a tooth right here in the store and Elias ate it 'cause he thought it was a Chiclet?"

"Glenn, you're drifting." Jonah murmured, forcing Glenn to conclude his impromptu life story and get back into the morning announcements.

"Oh. Okay, well, we'll finish that later. Anyway, Emma, we are so happy that you're here, and we hope you have a great first day!" Glenn dismissed the break room with a wave of his hand, the slideshow clicking off as everyone got up to start their respective shifts.

Half the break room had already cleared out when glenn finished checking over his list of announcements, settling on one scrawled in pen last minute at the bottom of the page. "Oh, also, starting today is Kelly Watson."

"Hi, everyone. I'm really excited to be here." Unfortunately, Kelly's introduction fell on deaf ears, the break room now empty aside from a few stragglers who, even then, weren't listening.

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You'd somehow convinced Amy to let Emma tag along with you - and consequently Jonah - for at least the first half of her shift, adamant that it wasn't fair for her to be thrown that far in the deep end. Amy disagreed.

However, this had so far resulted in tense small talk between Emma and Jonah as you actually got on with your work, refusing to play the older sibling role you usually would. Emma was quite dismissive of all attempts to converse he made, eyes wandering anywhere but Jonah's face as she idly put things onto the shelf; leading her to notice the coverall-clad warehouse manager before you had.

"Marcus!" Emma had left Jonah's side before you could even register who she'd called out to, her arms wrapped tightly around his waste before you could stop her. And if it hadn't been for the shout of his name from Emma's mouth, the endearing term he returned to her would've forcefully captured your attention.

"There's my girl!"

Marcus tentatively let his arm wrap around her shoulders, half-assedly hugging her back. His eyes were slow to meet yours, slowly working their way up your figure and then to your face, a small smile gracing his lips as he realised you weren't looking away.

My girl. You and Marcus had agreed to be friends, so therefore there was no reason to make things awkward. Sooner or later the butterflies would fade away and then you'd be able to look at him without wishing he was yours - today was not that day though.

"I missed you!" Emma pulled away from the brunette with a toothy smile, chin pressed to his chest as she looked up at him. "Why don't you come over with y/n anymore?"

Marcus was rendered speechless; not only at the fact he had no clue how to explain to the innocent Emma what had happened, but at the fact you'd clearly not shared the news of your seeming break up.

Maybe, there was still hope for the two of you yet.

"We've just been busy, Em." You answered for him, stepping closer to the girl and placing a hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her away from Marcus. "Even I've not been able to make the dinners weekly, you know that."

Ignoring the burning feeling in your fingertips as your hand grazed Marcus's arm, you turned Emma to fully face you. "We'll figure something okay though, okay?" At a quick nod from Emma you pushed her back in the direction of the shelf, urging her to get to work before Amy caught her slacking and took her away from you.

"So..."

"Sorry about that... Marcus." Even you saying his name was enough to get his heart practically jumping out of his chest; and he dreaded to think of the day you understood just how much of an effect you had on him.

"It's no problem y/n, really."

"So, about what happened-"

"I have to go." Marcus left without another word, not able to hear you over the beating on his own heart loud in his ears, the same heart that felt like it would jump out of his chest if he looked at you too long: thought about all the things you made him feel too long.

With a tight lipped frown, you walked back towards Emma and Jonah, ignoring the pang of hurt in your chest as you turned your back to him, avoiding Jonah's intense gaze that silently warned you he'd be brining this up later.

"So ninth grade. Fidget spinners, huh?"

Another lousy attempt at small talk from Jonah, although this time, thankfully, it was intercepted by the appearance of a less-then-pleased Amy. "Hey. Don't distract Jonah."

Emma groaned and rolled her eyes before turning to face her mother, a scowl already crossing her face. "I wasn't."

Jonah lent against the spinning display of stuffed animals, a proud smile on his face as he corrected Amy's accusation. He slung his other arm around you, giving you the hug you well needed after your brief confrontation with Marcus. "We were just gabbing."

"Go collect the clothes from the dressing rooms, then fold them, hang them, put them on the racks, and I'll come show you how to scrub down the bathrooms." Amy really wasn't cracking on her 'just like everyone else' policy, huh.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Lose the attitude. Go." Emma walked away with a loud sigh, oblivious to how Amy was mocking her attitude the moment she turned her back.

Jonah frowned, his face scrunched in confusion as to why Amy was treating Emma so harshly - as though you hadn't been doing your most to act like you would with every other employee. "Wow. Pretty tough on her. I feel like I barely did anything my first day."

"Yeah, we all felt that way."

"I literally watched Garrett hand you the 'look like you're doing something' box. I walked with you while you pretended to do stuff." You laughed at the brunette, thinking back to his first day that felt like year ago and yesterday at the same time. So much had happened since then.

"She just has such an attitude since the divorce." Amy confirmed, explaining why she was treating Emma the way she was. "That's why I'm making her work here. I'm hoping she gets some discipline."

Jonah removed his arm from around you as he gestured at Amy, brow creased in thought. "And you're not worried that if you're too hard on her, Adam gets to be the good guy?"

"What? No."

Jonah tucked both his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet as uncertainty filled his being. "It's just that when my parents separated, they both wanted to be the favourite. I came home one day and my Dad had gotten me a ten-disc box set of Churchill speeches." A soft smile curled on his face as he thought back on what he deemed a fond memory.

"My mom dated this guy called Neil once - I think I met him a total of three times - bought me this fat stack of Pokémon cards to open and even got me flowers on Valentine's Day. I liked him more then I ever liked my mom." You concurred, backing Jonah's point despite Amy's confused look.

"Point is." Jonah continued, arm returning around you as he attempted to explain to Amy the divide that comes with having divorced parents. "I'm still closer with him than I am with my Mom. Although that might be because he doesn't send me long, pointless texts about book club."

"Yeah, see, Latino parents are different. We don't really need our kids to like us." Amy let out a whistle sigh, facing dropping to convey all seriousness as she stared at Jonah. "We just break their spirit so the world doesn't."

"Huh. And why why do you pierce your babies' ears so earl..."

Amy cut jonah off before he could even begin - and rightly so - turning and following after Emma. "I am not on a panel. This is not "ask a Latina.""

"Got it. I'll just find out on Reddit." Jonah mumbled to himself, turning back to the shelf that had been half-restocked, Emma's section barley done and yours almost complete. With a long, drawn out and unusually uncomfortable pause, jonah turned to you, lips pursed as he let out a low whistle, breaking the silence. "Are we going to talk about what happened between you and Marcus earlier?"

"Not if I can help it." You replied, turning around to work on a different portion of the shelf now that you were one man down and trying to compensate for the lack of Emma's presence - not that she was doing much to begin with.

"Why?" Jonah whined, throwing his head back with a sigh as you continued to ignore him. "It's clear he still likes you."

"Believe me, he made it very clear to me he wanted to just be friends." Jonah scoffed at your words, having seen the display just minutes ago and noticing the way Marcus had looked at you. Not that he would ever say it out loud, but he knows that look - he knows how it looks to look at you with that look - and how it feels. If Marcus didn't still have feelings for you, then Jonah's name wasn't Jonah.

"Yeah, well, trust me on this one, peach. He likes you!"

"As much as I'd like to believe you J, I won't until Marcus tells me himself - and what he has told me, is we should be friends." Before Jonah could fight against your claim even more, you offered him the crease of your elbow, adjusting your posture and asking, with your best old Englishman impression, "Coffee?"

Jonah let it slide, linking his arm in yours. "Thought you'd never ask."

The display could be finished some other time, you thought.

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"Hey, can I talk to you for a second? It's kinda personal."

Garrett had already hunted you down within the store, and had then switched your search to Jonah, his unusually quiet demeanour beginning to scare you. It wasn't like Garrett to act so... nervous or worried, and it was really beginning to stress you out.

"Yeah, sure, sure."

"Okay, well, first of all, you need to calm down." Jonah seemed far too excited for the two-on-one seemingly need-to-know basis chat, especially when considering the tense look that riddled Garretts face and creased his forehead.

"I'm calm. Calm. Just, you know, my roomie's coming to me for a little heart-to-heart." A warm, pleased smile curled onto Jonah's lips and, what you thought was a blush, filled the apples of his checks as he dismissed his excitement for the intimate conversation. "It's, uh, it's a good day. It's a really, it's a really good day."

"How come you never had this reaction when I wanted to open up to you?" You were more teasing in your words but a deeper blush filled Jonah's cheeks at the question.

"You always open up to me, peach. It's something I treasure about our friendship. But this? This is new." With a pinch to your arm, Jonah turned back to Garrett with an intense gaze, excited to hear whatever he had to say - even if it was the smallest of secrets.

"Basically, Dina and I decided together to break up. And now she's going around, she's telling everybody that she dumped me..." Your face contorted at the statement, confused as to why this was seemingly such a big deal to Garrett. Despite your feelings he cared more deeply about Dina then he said, he had been pretty adamant they were together just for the sex.

"Oh."

Garrett let out a loud sigh, hand running across his face as he came to terms with everything that had happened so far today. "Which is not true. It was mutual."

"Okay."

"Can you stop active listening?" Garrett snapped at Jonah, the brunette clamping his mouth shut and bringing a hand to his chin as he replaced his more vocal attempt at listening with a physical one.

"Just continue, Gare."

"And I feel like I want to let everyone know, but Dina's in a rough place, and I don't want it to look like I'm kicking her when she's down."

Before you could interject with - what you believed - was some sound advice, Jonah exemplified him active listening with some active recall. "Got it, okay, so unh. Let's unpack this. Uh, it sounds to me like you're looking for a way to let everybody know what happened with you and Dina without it reflecting poorly on you."

"That's exactly what I just said."

Jonah stood deep in thought, Garretts eyes rolling at the concerned look that graced the brunettes features. "Okay. That's a toughie. That is a tough, tough, toughie."

"What I think Jonah means, Gare, is that there's no way you won't look like the bad guy in this situation." You interjected, sparing Garrett and yourself the trauma of listening to Jonah's commentary of a thought process. "Besides, why do you care so much? How can you guys break up if you were never actually together?"

Garrett seemed to have had enough buttons pushed with your final question, pointing out the main issue with this whole 'break up' in the first place - that Garrett cared for Dina and the relationship they agreed upon in a more then friends with benefits way. "Okay, this isn't gonna work."

"Wait, no, no, no, no! I can do better. Let me, give me a do-over. Come back." Jonah scrambled to find a reason that would get Garrett to let him try again, determined to not lose this new level of closeness now that Garrett had opened up to him. "I'll pretend like this didn't happen."

"It's okay, J." You promised, squeezing his shoulder gently and turning him to face you, pulling him along with you as you went towards the chip aisle. "We'll get him next time, besides, I've got a plan."

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"All right. I, uh I messed up before. I'm sorry. I, I was listening, but I wasn't really hearing. So here's what we're gonna do." Jonah and you had concocted a plan to get Garrett to feel better that consisted largely of food and relaxation: Garrett's third favourite thing after you and video games. "Tonight, gonna pop open a couple brewskis, we're gonna get ourselves a nice pie pizza pie, not pecan or whatever and we are gonna watch ourselves a little movie called "Bad Boys 2" and get you through this breakup thing roomie-style."

"Roomie and y/n style." You corrected, pointing between yourself, Jonah and Garrett and the 6 pack on the customer service counter with way too much enthusiasm for Garrett right now.

"All right. That's enough." Garrett picked up the microphone, buzzing the intercom to life for a store wide announcement that you had a suspicious feelings as going to detail his version of events. "Attention, Cloud 9 employees! I am fine. Dina did not break up with me, and actually, if you want to get real about it, it was my idea. I was trying to be a nice guy."

"Garrett." You warned, even using your friends full name for a change. He was taking things too far by making an announcement on the subject, and you were sure that whatever he was to say next would only make things worse.

"I got this." He reassured, pressing the speak button on the microphone once more. "So if you want to feel bad for somebody, feel bad for Dina, 'cause she's the one seeing the shrink."

You and Jonah both gasped at the knowledge Garrett just revealed - unintentional or not, it was a low blow, and he should've just stopped while he was ahead; maybe even just have let Dina have the last word.

Garrett's face paled, aghast as he tried to talk himself out of the grave he'd just dug himself. "That was something I shouldn't have said. Sorry about that. Please pretend you didn't hear that. Have a good day."

Jonah let out a low whistle, grabbing the six pack off the counter top with the intention of returning it to where he'd got it from. "I'm gonna just put these back."

Pulling away from your beloved spot at the customer service desk, you joined Jonah, leaving Garrett to figure out he needed to apologise to Dina himself, though he seemed readily aware of that. "Yeah and it's like, totally time for me to clock out. Maybe you should do the same, Gare. Maybe take some flowers with you too - I don't know."

Garrett didn't blame the two of you for leaving after the shit show of an announcement, hanging his head in shame and thought as he figured out how he could fix things with Dina now he'd fucked up big time. "Goodnight, guys." Though Garrett didn't think either of you heard him, he said to anyway, leaving the desk in search of Dina who he owed the biggest apology to.

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The whole walk to the break room was filled with thoughts as to why on earth Garrett would say what he said, the thought so overwhelming that you didn't notice Marcus's presence in the break room until you closed your closed your locker door and found him standing on the other side, leaning against the cold metal.

"You didn't tell Emma we broke up?"

Marcus's forehead was wrinkled with confusion, arms crossed across his chest which only made them look bigger, more muscular, then usual. After staring at him for a beat too long, you looked back to your handful of things, turning and dumping them all on the nearest table and sorting through them.

"Must have slipped my mind." You muttered, hastily shoving things in your bag, knowing full well why you hadn't mentioned it to Emma. Through out the whole store rebuild, you'd been able to make excuses about Marcus's absence in your life, holding out on the thought you'd talk in person and fix things - and while that hadn't happened it was months too late to explain it to Emma now. "What does it matter?"

"Y/n..." Despite the soft look on his face, Marcus's tone of voice had a certain edge to it that worried you. Suddenly, he couldn't hold your gaze, and begin to fidget where he stood. "We're not together anymore, that's why it matters. Poor kids going to get confused."

"I don't know, Marcus." Dropping whatever you had been trying to shove into your bag, you let out a sigh, hands gripping the table as your head dropped. "Maybe because I thought things would be different."

Marcus's entire demeanour changed at that, moving away from the lockers he had leaned against to move closer to you. Apprehensive in his movements, Marcus reached out for you, sure this was the sign he'd been looking for that things could be salvaged between the two of you, however, his hand dropped as you turned to face him, not wanting to take things too far or out of context. It was better this way, he assured himself.

"Maybe they still can be."

It was all you'd wanted to hear, that things could be fixed, and that the two of you could go back to how things used to be - nights spent cuddled up in your apartment, eating take out with a movie on in the background, far too lost in the other to really focus on the film - but then you thought back to your last conversation in the break room, and those good times in your apartment seemed too far away to reach. "Well, from what I recall, you made it pretty clear you wanted to be friends."

Marcus frowned, arms folding across his chest again as he stepped closer to you. "I don't recall you disagreeing." He'd said it as soft spoken as he could, though the words rubbed you wrong, something about them feeling insincere as feelings of insecurity bubbled within you. Things were too far gone to be fixed, you'd been sure of it and now this? This seemed unreal - and not in the good way.

"I don't recall you asking." You spat, picking up your bag and hauling it onto your shoulder, coat being held in your hands as turned away from him, leaving the break room with a big bubble of hurt in your chest. You'd heard exactly what you wanted from Marcus and yet, it didn't change anything for you; you didn't feel any better about what had happened or your relationship with Marcus. Why?

Marcus stood in shock in the break room, hands tucked into the pockets of his coveralls as he stared longingly at the door. The perfect opportunity had arisen for things to be worked out, and yet, they hadn't been. You'd both practically confessed to how you'd wished you'd still been together, and yet you weren't. Why?

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As you walked through the back of the store, coat half on and bag slung loosely over your shoulder, you noticed Glenn gleaming down at a seemingly afraid new hire. What was her name again? Kathy? Katie? Chloe?

"Yeah. Just, tomorrow, try and remember to clock in, 'cause that way, you'll get paid. But, you know, great dry run." Glenn patted her shoulder roughly, a tight lipped smile covering his face before walking away, ignoring they way she spluttered her way to an explanation. "Good night!"

"Kelly, is it?" The blonde slumped-in-defeat posture quickly straightened as she realised she wasn't the only person in the room, hands smoothing down the front of her outfit before she turned to face you. "You not clock in today?"

"Nobody told me." With a deep frown, she avoided your gaze, assuming you were here to dig into her just like Glenn had. "I didn't have to do it at my old job so-"

"Hey, it's no stress." You dismissed with a shake of your head, reaching your hand out to her which she carefully held, unsure at where you were going with this. "We'll go jimmy the machine for you, it's not too hard."

"What?" Kelly hadn't seen a glimmer of kindness in the St Louis store on her first day - which had been mostly spent confused and alone - now however, she was beginning to think she may like it here much more then she first thought.

"Yeah, I figured out how to do it a while back." You replied enthusiastically, holding the blondes hand tightly as you directed the pair of you towards the clock in machine. "I forget to clock in all the time - unless I see someone else doing it - doesn't mean I should be docked my hard earned pay, right?"

"Right." Kelly pulled out her clock in card at your request, placing it gently in the palm of your hand so that you could click her in and fix her earlier mistake. "I'm Kelly... but you already knew that."

"Y/n." You smiled back at the shorter girl, handing back the clock in card as the screen lit up green showing the success to your efforts. "Welcome to cloud 9, Kelly. I'm sure you'll come to love it here."

The blondes eyes didn't leave yours as a wide smile curved onto her lips for the first time today. "Yeah, I think I will."

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I have made a serious and continuous lapse in my judgement and😔😔😔😔 Jk

So..... 3 months was quite the unexpected hiatus

my boyfriend of two years broke up with me and then I had this rebound Christmas fling and then I had my mock exams and amongst other things it's been a pretty hectic few months. But I'm here!!!!! And hopefully back with some more passion for writing again and a semi-regular upload schedule.

With the new year I hope to bring some new beginnings - so....... going to try a bi-weekly Wednesday uploads for SOTS and hopefully bi-weekly Friday requests uploads 😩😩😩 let's see how well that goes lol (I've had a Jonah fix ready for 5 MONTHS just haven't edited it 😭😭)

Thank you for all of your support and patience with me!!! Love you guys <33 and, as always, have a lovely week!!!!

(We can all thank the completion of this part finally due to a Marcus edit I saw on TikTok 🙏🏼🙏🏼 I saw it and was like "that's my white boy!!!! I miss him!!!!)

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

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jameson and orla :)

how did they meet? it's not incorrect to say through their siblings dating, but they weren't technically introduced by zoë and monty. while maybe it was their being together that had made jameson follow zoë on instagram. it was fate, something bigger than all four of them that compelled him to check his instagram stories while he was waiting in a fortnite lobby, and get his first glimpse of her: a picture of orla and her sisters, at the beach, all tagged. she sat on the edge of their picnic blanket, sunkissed with curls peeking out from beneath her hat. he shut his xbox off after a minute or so of scrolling through her grid. it was simply time to lock in and slide into her dms posthaste. and he's got the game of a man who's too dumb to care if he sounds cringey. the rest was history <3

who is more affectionate in public? in private? probably jameson for both. i think he's kind of touchy and like will not be stopped just because they're in public versus private. within like reason (although i'm sure her parents would disagree. sure they've probably seen more than they'd care to one year after the sun went down at aaron's famous fourth of july party.

who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly? i think orla both. i think jameson claims loverboy status but like. i dont know i feel like his love is very of the moment if that makes sense. but orla's got a more romantic view of like the world at large. like she's got the heart for beautiful spring days and fresh fruit and im maybe too high to be doing this. it's okay.

who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day? not to immediately pull a Both but both.... i think they get excited about planning stuff like that together. like orla's researching restaurants they can try and get a seat at, jameson's all excited to take her roller skating or something corny like that. like i think they loveeee a good date night. and trust they're all well documented. these people have the most massive digital footprints.

who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? handholding specifically? probably orla. i think that feels sweetie and fun and her style. jameson's more inclined to like arms around the waist or shoulders.

who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? i don't think either of them would like particularly struggle with that kind of thing. but i do think jameson is one of those guys who gets wasted and feels the need to give a speech about the girl who changed everything. so do with that what you will.

who developed a crush on the other first? jameson he was simply down bad from square one. because he's been generally stupid and impish in the past, i think they were a pair that raised some brows at first, but she literally held all the power there babey.

who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? orla. jameson lacks the reading comprehension. but again i cannot stress enough she is adorable.

who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? orla again! mama's in tune with the universe. she's keeping an eye on what the stars have ordained. jameson will proudly claim he is aries, the bull.

who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other? jameson gets sick more often which works because orla is better at taking care of him. he's well intentioned but ultimately would need to be like. explicitly told what she needed in the way of care when i imagine she'd already have the perfect soup in mind from the first sniffle.

who believes in soulmates? they both do and i mean it. i think in their own ways they share a very similar philosophy and part of that is having always believed their was someone they were meant to be with, someone that makes them a better version of themself, someone they can share life with. like corny on purpose what they believe. and i think its beautiful that they found each other.

who cooks the dinner, and who washes the dishes? orla cooks ^^ jameson has never eaten this many vegetables before in his life. its overwhelming sometimes. he will wash the dishes tho.

who does the majority of the driving? jameson simply insists that is his job. and she's his darling passenger princess.

whose family do they celebrate more holidays with? orla's. the hanna's have a massive gravitational pull. but for real, i think like the reids are decently close but definitely not as tight knit as the hannas and their web of family friends who all want to celebrate together. i think for a number of holidays, they're happy to invite his parents to join them as well, but i think they've staked the claim on hosting.

do they have any personal holiday traditions together? they're matching christmas pajamas people and they're gonna stay in those pajamas for as long as physically possible whenever they're celebrating. its that, cookies from the hanna family baking sesh, and cartoon christmas movies all day.

if they get married, what was the wedding vibe? summer wedding. ceremony maybe even on the beach. i think she wore some gorgeous drapey gown and he probably didnt wear a jacket or maybe even a tie. twinkle lights at the reception energy. i dont think they really stressed on it much. like i think they were mostly just excited to be doing it and having a party with all the people they loved so the details didn't matter as much.

how did they decide what to name their child(ren)? i think jonas and emmeline were both proposals from orla. i think jonas pretty closely aligns with jameson's sesnsibilities, but he is the culprit behind calling her emmy.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Jesse Palermo, who is also known as Sunni, a 26 year old son of Sol. He is a S.W.A.T officer with the MPPD and an engineer with the MPFD.

FC NAME/GROUP: seo changbin of stray kids CHARACTER NAME: jesse ‘sunni’ palermo AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: august 11, 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH: sicily, italy OCCUPATION: swat officer at MPPD. engineer at MPFD. HEIGHT: 167 cm WEIGHT: 69 kg DEFINING FEATURES: two arm sleeves. a few bullet wound and knife scars. his hair is a natural vibrant blonde, but he dyes it because he doesn’t like it.

PERSONALITY: jesse is a hot mess in every sense with a slightly unhinged charm, kindness, and wit that you either hate or love. a free spirit, ambitious, stubborn, and a heart the size of maui, he’s not the type to do handshakes, he hugs. his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter can make for some fun conversations, at the expense of wondering if all of him is there. make no mistake, despite the fact his brain cells seem suspended in the sky, he’s surprisingly intuitive.

on the flip side of the coin, jesse has a mysterious quality to him. though he treats others warmly and is always open to lend an ear, he keeps details about himself under lock and key and rarely opens up to people. he’s always on his guard, slightly paranoid, and for good reason. when called for, he can get serious at the flip of a switch. tread with caution, because behind that sunny smile is a whole lot of ‘tude.

HISTORY: at first he was sujin jang, an orphan adopted by an auspicious italian family known as the palermos. he settled on the beautiful coasts of italy with starling ease not as sujin jang, but jesse palermo. the palermo family was of great wealth and respect in the province, well known to come from a long line of notorious mafiosos. despite his grandparents disdain for his presence, always boistering about “maintaining a pure lineage”, jesse’s parents always defended him. he was genuinely loved, and in turn loved just as strongly. and when his younger brother was born not long after his adoption, jesse thought his family couldn’t be more perfect.

as the son of a mafioso, and a runt at that, jesse was often first to be get kidnapped, dangled over his parents’ head like string for a measly lump of change. it was trend that lessened as he got older–stronger–but even then he was always found and brought home. he had been taught young that family never left each other behind, and jesse engraved the principle into his very soul ; a value that would return with an alarming discovery.

by his teenage years, jesse had already realized his demigod status. stronger than most, faster, a hot temper ( literally ) when not checked. he was taught to control his strength by his mother and how to control his emotions by his father. even with his abilities, jesse never entertained the thought of becoming the next head to the palermo line. that seat had been polished for luca since his birth. but his mother had always imagined them side by side, carrying the family’s values, and so jesse was trained in mind and body until the title consigliere hovered over his head and his skin brandished with the efforts of his work. all was well until one night luca, the very heir to the throne, vanished from his bedroom.

the search was on.

despite his parent’s wishes, jesse left home, tracing any leads he could find to his brother’s whereabouts. the palermo family had as many enemies as it did allies, there was no telling what happened. but jesse never rested in his search, no matter how hot or cold the trail. it lead him to stealth raids, to icy coasts and blistering ones and cities that never slept.

one warm trail lead him into art thievery with an unlikely hacker and a borderline-sociopath, an adventure that he hoped would grow hotter given their expertise. a digital footprint, a deal gone wrong, anything to find luca. it was through them, jesse discovered mount phoenix. his hopes soared.

though his differences were always apparent, jesse never once thought to find out why. but mount phoenix was full of powerful people—powerful gods. an opportunist through and through, jesse took to the island after the team’s apparent ( temporary ) break up, taking cover as a dutiful civil worker, still searching for his missing brother.

PANTHEON: norse CHILD OF: sol POWERS: possess enhanced physical strength, with an extra boost on sunny days, and an immunity to heat. their body temperature is naturally elevated, so they radiate heat. (more details on his blog. ) STRENGTHS: quick reflexes, martial arts & firearms, reading people WEAKNESSES: self-sacrificial tendencies, perfectionist, his emotion & temperature correlate directly

#kpop rp #krp #stray kids #seo changbin #stray kids changbin #mp; welcome

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lizseyi · 3 months

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Hospitality Industry Trend Predictions For 2024 - Stay Relevant, Stay Popular! -Flavour Blaster

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Health and Safety Measures: The COVID-19 pandemic has underscored the importance of health and safety in the hospitality sector. Enhanced cleaning protocols, contactless services, and health monitoring technologies are likely to remain focal points. Allowing guests the option to pay contactlessly via a QR code on their tables and giving the ability to order via a digital menu can reduce the amount of contact servers are required to have with guests. Not only will this improve the health and safety measures of your venue, it can also enable your staff to be more productive as they can allocate their attention elsewhere.

Personalised Experiences: Guests are increasingly seeking personalised and unique experiences. Hospitality establishments are expected to leverage data analytics and AI to tailor services, making each guest feel special. This could mean incorporating a Ripples Machine to print the names of your guests or their chosen images into their drinks, or allowing them to choose their own aroma garnish to customise their experience. Did you know we are an official distributor of the Ripples Machine? Drop our team an email to find out more!

Workation Packages: With the rise of remote work, venues need to look at spaces that cater to individuals combining work and leisure. This includes comfortable workspaces, and offering high-speed internet.

Wellness and Health-focused Offerings: The emphasis on health and wellness is extending to the hospitality sector. Hotels and resorts are incorporating wellness amenities such as fitness programs, spa services, and healthy dining options.

Inclusive and Diverse Experiences: There's an increasing recognition of the importance of diversity and inclusion. Hospitality businesses are likely to focus on creating inclusive environments and offering diverse cultural experiences, including catering for multiple dietary requirements. Nobody wants to be left out or forced to just sip water and pick at a side salad, so ensuring you have gluten free, vegan and nut free options on your menu will help increase your target audience. Having an easy to read menu (or better yet, separate vegetarian/vegan and gluten free menu) will massively help to increase your inclusivity towards guests with dietary requirements, as it is easy to forget about the picky eaters of a group. With 68% of the world being lactose intolerant, and 22% of the world being vegetarian, you can see how having a lacklustre menu can easily lose you custom! Luckily for you, all of our aromas are 100% natural, vegan and kosher so you can add them to your menu without worrying!

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partolasikim · 5 months

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Understand the history of the publishing of Denny Ja essay poetry: tracing the colonial footprints until now

The history of the publishing of essay poetry in Indonesia has gone through various interesting and challenging phases. One of the publishers who succeeded in understanding the dynamics of this change was Denny JA. In this article, we will explore the colonial footprint until now, to understand the journey of publishing the Denny JA essay poetry. In the colonial era, the publishing of essay poetry in Indonesia was still limited and tended to be monopolized by Dutch publishers. The essay poetry essay published at that time told many colonial stories and European views towards Indonesia. This makes it difficult for local literature to develop and be recognized. However, over time and the struggle for Indonesian independence, the publication of essay poetry began to see significant changes. One important figure who also played a role in this change was Denny JA. With the spirit of nationalism and his love for Indonesian literature, Denny Ja began the journey of publishing essay poetry that pay attention to the diversity of cultural and identity of Indonesia. Initially, Denny Ja focused on the publication of nonfiction essay poetry that discussed political, social and economic issues that were relevant to Indonesia's current conditions. The essay poetry of this essay aims to provide a better understanding of the various problems faced by the community. In its development, Denny Ja began to publish essay poetry essays with more diverse themes, including Indonesian literature, history, and culture. Denny Ja holds the principle that the issuance of essay poetry is not only a matter of generating profit, but also an important means in strengthening cultural identity and promoting local works. The trail of the publishing journey of Denny Ja's essay poetry continues to develop along with the development of technology. The issuance of electronic essay poetry or e-books is one of the steps taken by Denny Ja to remain relevant in this digital era. E-Book provides broader accessibility for readers and allows works from local writers in Indonesia to be reached by readers in various parts of the world. In addition, Denny Ja is also active in holding various literacy activities and essay poetry festivals in various regions in Indonesia. With the aim of increasing the interest in reading and appreciating the works of Indonesian writer, Denny Ja tried to bring the community closer to the world of literature. In this digital era, Denny Ja also launched an online platform that allows the writer to publish their work independently. This provides an opportunity for writers who may find it difficult to get publishing opportunities elsewhere to keep working and reach wider readers. In recent decades, Denny Ja has become one of the leading essay poetry publishers in Indonesia. His success in understanding the needs of the essay poetry market and its efforts in promoting local works has proven that the publishing of essay poetry in Indonesia can develop well. Although the challenges and competition in the essay poetry publishing industry are increasingly complex, Denny Ja continues to innovate and adapt to the times. As a publisher that focuses on diversity and literature of Indonesia, Denny Ja continues to strive to maintain the quality and sustainability of the issuance of essay poetry in Indonesia.

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jherb10 · 8 months

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Justin was being smart and removed all digital footprints once he got to college. The only place where you can get a little glimpse of his teen years is his cousin’s insta. His ex did him so dirty by keeping those pics on her account after he started getting clout in 2019/20. She most definitely wanted people to know they were dating 5 years prior, the fact that she went public then went private again is sus. I know Justin was seething and gnashing his teeth when he saw those pics floating around like that lmao

She checked blogs as well. I’m glad that’s in the past and everyone’s moved on from it

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You Won't Believe What This Woman Did To Reject A Guy Who Liked Her, After Ghosting Him for 6 Years He Is The Interviewer For A Job Position She Applied To

This woman went through what most people would consider a nightmare situation: a job interview with an old flame whom she had ghosted.

You Won't Believe What This Woman Did To Reject A Guy Who Liked Her, After Ghosting Him for 6 Years He Is The Interviewer For A Job Position She Applied To "Okay, I'll update you all very soon, but I just got to my interview, and I have to run in very quickly."

You Won't Believe What This Woman Did To Reject A Guy Who Liked Her, After Ghosting Him for 6 Years He Is The Interviewer For A Job Position She Applied To "But it's funny you say that because when he called to schedule the interview and realized who I was, he was like, 'Oh, well, that's really awkward.'" Like, I'm not sure if we can get you hired at a different location, given the conflict of interest." And I’m like: “what? Like, you can’t even interview me because we, like, kissed once, like, six years ago on a date?” "Like, that's just so odd to me." You have an entire a** woman, and I have an entire a** man. Let's act like adults here. For example, I would love to have this job." And I basically bribed him into letting me interview at his place. So I'm here right now; I'm not sure if he's interviewing me or someone else, but we'll find out." "I apologize for keeping you guys waiting for so long. But, hey, you don't pay my bills, so I'm not worried." "Anyway, to jump right in, I believe he did offer me the job. He wants to schedule an orientation for me for next week. I'm hesitant because the location is 30 minutes from my house and the pay is half of what I expected. I think it's hilarious that people in my previous video said things like, 'digital footprint, like, delete this, take this down, like you're definitely not getting a job now.' Babes. It's a f**king bartender job. Do you honestly believe I give a s**t for $9 an hour plus tips? Be serious right now. It's not as if I work for f**king Elon Musk. They're not conducting extensive background checks on me.

"Once again, it's just a job in the service industry." So I'm not too concerned in that regard. What worries me is that this man is a Scorpio." "I just know he harbors grudges." I'm a Scorpio moon, so I understand how that works. That is somewhat concerning. And the fact that it's 30 minutes away, there's just a lot of cons and not enough pros for me to say, 'oh, like I accept,' um, so yeah, I'm thinking like this one, just maybe an L. And that's fine. There will be better jobs available. I also want to emphasize that he has been nothing but professional throughout this entire process. And I appreciate it greatly. Because I'm an extremely socially awkward person. I'm thinking about trying to work out a deal with him where he lets me work at the other location that's actually closer to my house. It simply makes more sense, and it can help both of us avoid the awkwardness of the situation on his end."

"Because, once again, I haven't been holding on to anything." "In fact, I had to go back and read our text messages on my laptop because I wasn't sure what happened." And, in the end, it was all because this man was obsessed with me, and he's a Scorpio, and he was very intense, and I just wasn't feeling it. And it is my right to select who I like and date. Could I have communicated better instead of ghosting? Absolutely. But, once again, I was 19, and I've changed a lot since then. I'm definitely going to have to work at the other location now, just thinking about how quickly this is going to get back to him. Wish me luck

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sloaneharlee · 1 year

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AllStars Digital: A revolution in real-time continuous pricing in Sports

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drinkwell05 · 1 year

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AllStars Digital: WATCH. TRADE. EARN

AllStars Digital Introduction

How AllStars Digital works!

Player Price Performance

Why You Should Use AllStars Coin

AllStars Digital Tokenomics

Token Name: $ASC

Total Supply: 900 Million

Initial Fully Diluted Valuation: $45 Million

Launch Date: 4th Quarter of Year 2022

AllStars Digital Roadmap

AllStars Digital Team Members

Conclusion

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whitleykeaton · 1 year

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AllStars Digital: A revolution in real-time continuous pricing in Sports

AllStars Digital Introduction

How AllStars Digital works!

Player Price Performance

Why You Should Use AllStars Coin

AllStars Digital Tokenomics

Token Name: $ASC

Total Supply: 900 Million

Initial Fully Diluted Valuation: $45 Million

Launch Date: 4th Quarter of Year 2022

AllStars Digital Roadmap

AllStars Digital Team Members

Conclusion

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