#i was trying to work on the Not Metal playlist options

[songofsaraneth]

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same.

Tagged by @rosieofcorona thank you!! and oooohhhh noooo i am about to be outed for putting my solavellan playlist attempt on repeat literally for like. 7 hours today uh oh. most of my other music lives in itunes so the spotify only captures my non-metal music, let's see:

Howl (Florence & The Machine)

Pathos (Ludovico Einaudi)

Wolf & I (Oh Land)

Wolf (The Ballroom Thieves)

Dancin' (ft Luvli)--Krono Remix (Aaron Smith, Krono, Luvli)

I Dreamt We Spoke Again (Death Cab For Cutie)

Meet Me In The Woods (Lord Huron)

Where the Dead Must Go (DAV soundtrack)

The Stranger (Lord Huron)

Half Light (Banners)

LMAO yeah exactly 2 of these were not due to todays category 3 Solavellan/Dragon Age event whoopsie. there was a third that managed to still squeak into the playlist but i didn't hit it. [cassandra voice]: pretend you don't know this about me

idr who has done this yet but tagging: @gryfowl @thehardkandy @tanglebrain @naxios10 @princefitzchivalryfarseer @brit-kaaz-sil @stealthflower @clouds-of-wings if you want!

[evie-sturns]

first date - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after a perfect first date with matt, the last thing you expected is for him to make such a big move after he drives you home, you definitely aren't complaining after though,

contains: fluff, an intense makeout session, shy!matt (to an extent) swearing.

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tonight had just been perfect,

i met matt at a party last week, and i couldn’t say no to his somewhat amusingly awkward self as he asked for my number.

he was just my type, his loose brown waves draped over his forehead, his earrings catching the light from the party and sparkling, and his shy demeanour.

he messaged me a day ago, asking if i wanted to go out for dinner with him, which i obviously agreed to.

10:21pm

i shivered in the cool air of the night, smiling up at matt as he ordered you both an ice-cream cone,

“you cold?” matt asks softly, i nod as i sink my top teeth into my bottom lip as a weak attempt to stop the chattering of my teeth.

“a little bit,” i laugh,

matt instantly takes off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders,

“why didn’t you bring a coat? it’s like the middle of december.” he scoffs, nudging my elbow slightly.

“shuuush, i didn’t know you’d take me out for icecream at like- midnight!” i throw my hands up defensively,

“righhttt.” he grins down at me.

-

the night was coming to a close as you jumped into the passenger seat of matt’s car, clutching an icecream cone in your hand as you fiddled with the seatbelt.

“you okay?” he asks, starting up the car.

“yeah- i’m still cold though.” i roll my eyes playfully, matt instantly reaches out and fiddles with the heating, cranking it up.

“wait what the fuck- since when did i have the option to have heated seats!” he exclaims, his jaw slack as he pushes the button.

“ew matt! my butts warm now.” i groan, instantly turning off the button.

matt laughs loudly as he pulls out of the parking lot, staring the drive home.

i look over at him a couple times, his ringed fingers gripping the steering wheel catching my eye.

i’m definitely staring now.

his hands were perfect, he was perfect. i genuinely did not catch one wrong thing about him from the date.

he was shy, but the right amount of shy, i could tell he was starting to get more comfortable around me, which i liked.

matt pulls onto the highway, the car roaring as he accelerates.

i continue to work at my icecream cone, trying to stop the massive staring problem i’ve picked up.

matt’s playlist plays through the car, his knee bobbing up and down as he listens to it.

“you live down here right?” matt asks, pulling off the highway into a small neighbourhood.

“you remembered!” i grin,

“of course i did.” he speaks back, his tone light hearted.

“i’m just down here.” i say, pointing to a street sign.

he pulls into the street, his car slowing down as he scans the row of houses.

he parks the car in front of my house. swallowing lightly as he turns off the car.

“thank you- so much for tonight matt.” i say, my tongue darting out to lick my lips,

“yeah- yeah no problem..” he whispers,

“we should do it again soon.” i speak, matt nods.

“i’ll text you, okay?” he says, a nervous smile on his face.

“okay- yeah.” i grin, a undeniable tension building in the car…

i grab my purse and reach for the door, but matt clears his throat.

i look over my shoulder at him, he looks nervous as shit.

he reaches up and cups my jaw, the cold metal of his rings pressing against my flushed cheek.

he leans over the centre console and presses a kiss to my lips.

he pulls away pretty quickly, knowing this is the first date and we shouldn’t do any more… right?

but for some reason, the feeling of his lips on mine linger.

i stare at his lips, not moving.

i need more.

i know i’m going to have to initiate something, knowing he’s to shy to make a lot of moves.

“can- can we do that again?” i speak, my voice hoarse as i break the silence.

he nods instantly, his hands clenching by his sides.

i lean back over the centre console, grabbing his chin as i press my lips to his again.

my face heats up instantly, pure ecstasy flooding through my body.

he deepens the kiss, his head tilting to the side as our noses brush.

goosebumps cover my arms as his tongue slides over my lip, practically begging for entry.

i don’t know what comes over me, but in a matter of seconds i’m climbing over the seats,

i sit down on matt’s lap, straddling him as i break the kiss.

he stares up at me, his eyes wide and full of need.

he grabs the back of my head, instantly reconnecting our lips.

“fuck..” he whimpers against my lips,

i feel a familiar heat growing between my thighs, my skirt riding up my legs as i practically devour him with my lips.

he just tastes so, so good.

his hands paw at my waist, grabbing the fabric of my thin shirt as he holds me.

i subconsciously rock my hips against his thigh.

he gasps against my lips as i grind against his clothed thigh.

“oh my god..” i whisper against his lips as i pathetically rub myself against his leg.

i feel myself getting too into it, not wanting to rush him on the first date.

i break the kiss, the windows now foggy.

he looks up at me with pure desperation.

god he looks hot.

his lips are smeared with my red lipstick, the pigment messily coating his chin. his eyes are narrow and hungry, and his hands are gripping my waist, tight.

i reach up and wipe his lips, trying to remove the lipstick stains.

“i’ll- i’ll uh- okay- um-“ matt stammers,

“i’ll- i’ll text you.” he croaks out, his hands sinking into my waist.

“okay- okay.” i breathe,

i quickly crawl back over the centre console and grab my purse.

i look back at matt over my shoulder, his lips are puffy and red.

his hair is dishevelled, and as my eyes travel down his body.

he is most definitely hard.

i grin at him before swinging open the car door,

“b-bye- bye!” he calls out shakily,

“bye matt-!” i smile as i step out onto the footpath, shutting the car door behind me.

i jog up to my house, my heels clicking on the driveway.

i swing open my front door and suck in a well needed deep breath.

i walk over to my couch, and before i even have the time to sit down my phone vibrates frantically in my pocket.

5 new messages from - Matt

my eyes scan over the messages, which read.

“come back to the car”

“i seriously need you right now this isn’t funny”

“please”

“i’m still parked outside please”

“i’ll literally do anything.”

and before i know it, i’m rushing for my front door and running down the driveway towards matt’s car.

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[on-the-clear-blue]

An idea I had about the Bat fam and what kind of music they would listen to

Alfred: prefers silence but on nights where he needs something in the background, surprisingly, Alfred is a fan of country music, preferint older artists but he is favorable to some newer stuff as long as it isn't stadium country.

Bruce: Old punk and metal, like the kind he heard at a punk bar he got in with shitty ids, in the late 80s high on acid with Harvey, this man thinks Nirvana was great but thought they didn't go hard enough.

Dick: as a child? Show tunes, if Disney put it out this man was humming it while kicking goons asses, later on in life? Dick has blossomed into musicals, but like, the kind your not thinking of, Dick belts out songs from Cats all the way to "Veronica open the please! Veronica open the door!" While banging on Tim bedroom door.

Barbara: Is a major fan of Lo-Fi, loves it since it is music but the lyrics don't distract her from doing her work, will play it in the library when it's slow

Jason: he grew up on the streets and that doesn't get a lot of options to listen to music...except in stores where they play the days top 100, he gets Vietnam flash back during Christmas time and he hears Mariah Carey, after his death and resurrection, he found rap and fell in love, loves all the lyricism and word play, has played Not Like Us on repeat for the last week even after the beef was done.

Cass: hard core death metal...and classical music. She does ballet dances to both. Nuf said.

Tim: as a child he was the kid who ripped fanaf songs off YouTube and played them as his ring tone, he still has those songs in rotation but has added folk punk and really obscure bands he finds with like 3 listeners...also is a fan of yacht core music...

Steph: Taylor Swift Girly, shares Dicks love of showtunes, huge BTS stan (while dating Tim she repeatedly "left" Tim for Jimin when ever they argued...Tim still has beef with him to this day)

Duke: Oldies, I can see him going through his parents old vinyls and tapes after they got jokerized to feel close to them and now he learnt all of Elvis's discography.

Damian; Anime songs. Cried the first time his listend to Blue Bird, listens to J-rock when he is painting, and even though he will try and hide it, he has a secret love for Bollywood music as well, probably was introduced to it while doing an early assassination with the League and kept with it as he left.

(Plus a few that I could think of)

Kate: she strictly listens to Alpha male work out music Playlists, heavy on the dubstep, can and will bench press your body weight to show you that no Chad SHE is the alpha here. (As well as Girl and red and Rio Romeo)

Bernard: listens to fan made game songs, meme songs (has all of the polish cow dance song memorized) chronically online taste, also has worked in kitchens so has a deep knowledge of rap and rock.

Roy: Dad music, loves a good jam sesh rocking out to KISS but because of Lian he now is immune to Baby shark being used as torture.

Jon: is a literal child. He is 12 and thinks that skibidi toliet is the best thing that has graced this world, he will tell Lex Luthor that he has Ohio Rizz, then do the griddy in the air and fly away.

[steddieunderdogfics]

for challenge monday 'fics with playlist' i'd like to rec three incredible fics

'Tooth and Nail' by ParadimeShifts

'Take the Money and Run' by thisapplepielife

and 'I wore his jacket for the longest time' by Legitcookie & sidekick_hero

Tooth and Nail by ParadimeShifts

Listen to the official playlist here!

@paradimeshifts7

Rating: Explicit

113,060 words, 7/7 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Band Fic, Mentions of Suicide and Suicidal Ideation, Drug Use, Background Drumcheer, Background Byler, Slow Burn, i can’t help it - it’s all I know, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, The comfort will come TRUST ME, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Musician Steve Harrington, I’ll have the Robin and Steve codependency special please, Smut, Rough Sex, Eddie/Gareth but it’s so fucked up and sad, Happy ending guaranteed I PROMISE, But they’re going to be awful to each other for a while, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Please read the tags my sweets — I’ll update them, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Face Slapping, Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Light BDSM, Dacryphilia, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Summary:

Eddie told himself that he was done, because he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak at that boy’s hands. But he really, really needs someone to open for them on tour. Steve Harrington had waltzed into his life, sucked him in like a siren and fucking eviscerated him with soft touches. And maybe it wasn’t his fault, but Eddie would never forgive him all the same. He’d nursed his Harrington hangover for years, and he’s not about to hand over his sobriety chip just because the guy's got a busted foot and a very apparent issue with alcohol. Not when it had taken work to get Steve out of his system the first time. Steve thinks of long summer evenings beating the heat in his pool, of the stick-and-poke tattoo he’s got on his ankle and chicken scratch handwriting on legal paper. He’s getting caught in the slipstream of his own shattered expectations, and it’s dangerous to cling when the branch is failing, but he thinks he can’t help it. He has a fist full of letters by the time he arrives in Los Angeles, but the Eddie Munson he knew is nowhere to be found. Left to make sense of this new version of the friend he once bared his soul to, Steve’s just trying not to fall off the fucking deep end again.

Take the Money and Run by thisapplepielife

Listen to the official playlist here!

@thisapplepielife

Rating: Explicit

143,931 words, 22/22 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Recreational Drug Use, Eddie Munson Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 04, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Cover Art, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Road Trips, Internalized Homophobia, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Switching, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, optional future epilogue with kids, can be read without the epilogue

Summary:

“Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-” “I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him. Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.” “Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously. Or: Road trip!

I wore his jacket for the longest time by Legitcookie and sidekick_hero

Listen to the official playlist here!

@legitcookie and @sidekick-hero

Rating: Explicit

58,311 words, 6/6 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Good Parent Joyce Byers, Starting Over, Pining, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Unsafe Sex, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Tattoos, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, thigh riding

Summary:

Steve has made some bad choices in the past, choices that have cost him his marriage, and even worse than that, Eddie. The man he didn't realize he was in love with until it was too late. Now Steve must pick up the pieces of his life and figure out how to become the man he wants to be. It's a story about love lost and love found, about the importance of friendship and family, and most of all, about second chances and how it's never too late to change.

@sidekick-hero also recommends this fic, adding: "I would love to rec a labor of love from Legitcockie and me, 'I wore your jacket for the longest time' with a wonderful playlist by yournowheregirl 💜"

Thanks for the recs!

These recs are a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics with playlists.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[pixeljade]

Dungeon Meshi characters and the music I think they'd listen to:

Laios - No real genre cohesion, but loves anything that he can imagine monsters to. He has extensive mental music videos of monsters doing cool things that he will set to songs which he plays on repeat. Probably has more movie and video game soundtracks than actual mainstream music.

Marcille - Florence and the Machine and Hozier are amongst her favorite artists, and she has a soft spot for ALL dramatic and romantic songs, especially with female vocalists. She guards her tastes very carefully, afraid of what others might think, but will gush to Falin about her interpretations of lyrics, and make her playlists all day long

Chilchuck - dad rock and certain folk punk tracks. He's been found in a puddle of tears listening to mountain goats songs about breakups, but he never mentions that when he lists his favorite artists because he wants you to THINK he's not fucked up over it. Will also listen to classic blues.

Senshi - A jazz lover if I ever saw one. He doesnt really listen to it except in the background while cooking or working, but he likes it because it reminds him of the improvisational side of cooking, and how it keeps him moving while he works.

Falin - I think Falin likes a lot of pop but has a particular soft spot for vocaloid, j-pop, k-pop and chiptune. She's just deeply autistic about the artists she likes, doesnt particularly "stan" anyone because she doesnt approach it like that, but she does try to get Marcille into it all (with mixed success)

Izutsumi - the meow mix jingle (breakcore remix) [10 hours]

Kabru - The widest range listener, because he'll gladly listen to and learn about any of the artists people around him listen to. He specifically keeps up with top 40 entirely so he can have an idea whats in the zeitgeist. If you ask him to put on something and he doesnt know your tastes he'll default to a "safe option" like chillhop beats to study/relax to

Thistle - This one I'm not super sure but Linkin Park for sure is a regular listen for him. Will cry-sing along with it. Probably also delves into other teenage angst music ranging from pop punk to emo. Would write his favorite lyrics in sharpie on his ragged converse

Shuro - All classical. He was raised to have extremely refined tastes and can play several instruments himself, but he doesnt have much interest in music really.

Namari - I dont know why but I feel like she'd have an eclectic mix of classic hip-hop artists like Missy Elliot, riot girl music, and old school heavy metal. Also probably has a soft spot for certain pop songs but refuses to admit it.

Mithrun - I want to say he'd be into Shoegaze but like, obviously does not seek out music, so he literally only listens to whatever those around him put on.

Fleki - Psych rock, psy-trance, trip-hop. Do i even have to explain

Lycion - All Hardcore. Loves the energy and will actively mosh.

Pattadol - An absolute Swiftie.

Cithis - The sort to listen to indie pop and then EVISCERATE you for your opinions on music online. Hates Swifties.

Otta - Loves mainstream hip-hop/pop music. I feel like she'd really love Doja Cat.

I think thats every main character. If you disagree with my thoughts dont be mean! We're all just trying to have fun here

[mysticballoonbouquet]

tips for ~discreet~ age regression 💖

hello friends! age regression/age dreaming can be a wonderful coping mechanism. sometimes it’s voluntary, and sometimes it’s not. but if you ever find yourself regressing or needing to regress to get away from a stressful situation but must be discreet about it for any reason, here are some tips ☺️

🦄 reusable water bottles. there are ones available that have sippy spouts, but if that’s too on-the-nose for your situation, there are lots of cute options! even just buying a standard metal reusable water bottle and putting waterproof stickers with your favorite characters (bluey, hello kitty, etc.) can help you feel small discreetly (and keep you hydrated, which is very important!).

🍼 small stuffie keychains. if you are unable to have or bring a stuffie with you, these are great for clipping on your bag/purse/backpack! they’re sold in lots of places (i got one at a craft store!) and their cuteness can help bring a smile to your face ☺️ since they’re keychains, i don’t think anyone would give it a second thought. and you can have a cute friend to bring on your adventures (or even just to class!)

🦄 make a folder for apps that make you feel small on your phone. I currently have a folder on my phone specifically for apps that make me feel tiny! since they’re kept in their own separate folder, you can really immerse yourself in your regression without worrying about distractions.

🍼 cute jewelry! jewelry can be worn by anyone of any gender! bracelets, necklaces, rings, etc., made of cute pastels, charms of your favorite character, or rainbows (or anything of any aesthetic that helps you feel small!) ! if someone asks why you’re wearing it, you can just say that you just thought it was a cute fashion statement! don’t be afraid to be yourself, friends ☺️

🦄 fidget toys (but fidget rings especially!) fidget toys are very commonplace now. but if you’re in a situation (school, for example) where you can’t bring in a toy, a fidget ring can work wonders! this one kinda ties back into the last point above, but fidget rings can be super soothing and super discreet since they look like standard jewelry!

🍼 make a playlist of songs that make you feel tiny! whether it be disney songs, fun instrumentals, or anything else you’d like, feel free to make a playlist of it and relax and feel small ☺️ you don’t have to share your playlist, you can make it private if you’d like! whatever helps you feel the most comfortable 💖

🦄 carry some of your favorite small snacks or candies (or even gum!) everybody needs to eat for energy and to stay healthy! i recommend, even to those who don’t regress, to carry a small snack with you if possible in case you get hungry! if you are unable to carry snacks, try your favorite gum flavor! as a bonus, if you are unable to have a paci, sucking on your favorite hard candies or lollipops can help too! (be sure to brush your teeth after eating candy though! cavities are never fun.)

🍼 cute toiletries! get some lotion of your favorite color or scent, for example! they also sell yummy smelling chapstick (I was at a cvs the other day and they had cotton candy chapstick!)!

the bottom line is to do whatever makes you happy! i personally love pink and pastel, but i know that’s not for everyone, and that’s okay! being a hidden age regressor can be hard, especially if it’s your main coping mechanism, but you are so incredibly strong, and you can get through anything life throws at you. i believe in you, and please continue to be your wonderful self!

[mayanneaa]

'golden cove' series - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

005. - just the heat || on wattpad.

PAIRING : jj maybank x fem!kook!oc

WARNING(S) : swearing, kinda not proofread, if you spot any errors please lmk

A/N : cove's a certified 2016 music lover

WC : 1.4k

golden cove masterlist. | jj's masterlist.

I try my best to hide the excitement at dinner. I don't know why, but the thought of doing something—anything—that isn't a stupid kook party and not going further than to the beach has me buzzing. For once, I actually feel needed.

My parents sit by the table, the usual silence between us three. We're eating the chicken I made with Dad when I finally speak up, "I think I'll go shopping tomorrow."

My dad barely looks up, just nodding before cutting another piece. "Do you need the car?" he asks.

"Yeah," I reply quickly. "I promise I'll refuel!"

He hums in response, and that's the end of the conversation. We sink back into the silence.

It's an everyday pattern in this house. My dad is a good person, he works hard for us to be able to get anything we want, but he just does not listen or care. I could tell him I was pregnant by some random internet guy, and he'd just hum and go back to his papers. It was... tiring.

It got worse when Mason left for his 'big trip' with his best friend, Lukas. As much as I hate to admit it, he was the only person in this house who could listen to me.

I'd barge into his room and talk about the stupidest little things while he played some games or waxed his surfboard. And he would listen every time.

Of course, I had my mom. With her shifts as a nurse, when she came home she usually wanted to rest, and I respected that. But the sting was still there.

So, now, I was left to myself most of the time. It truly was a blessing in disguise. Most of the people in my classes would kill for a situation like this - being free all the time, being able to do pretty much anything you'd want.

I sigh as I finish my plate and get up, "I'll be heading to bed," I say while loading the dishwasher. "Goodnight!"

After my shower, I slip straight under my sheets.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day. With all the driving, I need a good night's sleep—or at least enough to survive JJ. Although, with him in the passenger seat, crashing might not be the worst option.

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I am ready to go when I get down, and the car's waiting for me in the driveway. Anxiety bubbles up inside me. I'm not usually the one driving around the Outer Banks—my bike is enough for me. Besides, the world doesn't need more CO2 emissions, so I'm basically doing everyone a favor.

I just hope JJ got the memo. Sure, plenty of people stroll through the museum in regular clothes, but we're not just tourists today. We need to get access to the deeper parts and to do that, we have to look like we know what we're doing.

I check my bag for the fourth time. Everything's packed. When I get outside, the breeze wraps me around, a momentary relief before the wave of heat hits. Thank God Dad fixed the car's AC already. Handling JJ and sweating my ass off in a metal box for a total of six hours? No way.

The car starts slowly, warming up. In the meantime, I connect my phone to the radio and shuffle one of my playlists. I drive off the driveway accompanied by Halsey, lowly singing along. The engine roars, and now I'm fully on the road. With both of the front windows rolled down, my hair is dancing in the wind.

By the end of the song, I pull up to the Chateau.

JJ's already sitting on the stairs, kicking some rocks. His brows are knitted together, golden locks hidden under a hat. Somehow, he managed to pull an acceptable outfit. He doesn't notice me at first, so I make sure he hears a loud honk.

The boy jumps up, and I can't help but giggle. JJ rolls his eyes and gets up, dusting off his shorts. The honk must've alerted the rest of the Pogues because Kie appears from the inside. I wave at her, and her eyes are thin splits.

"Hi." She carefully greets me, as if she's scared I bite.

"Hey. Did John B. tell you...?" I lean out the window, my voice trailing off.

She nods in response, "We should be back before the sunset. I can, you know, explain more then."

I feel the tension fog up the string of friendship we had, but it's not broken - not yet. At least I hope so. Her lips form into a shy smile, and I answer with a bigger one. She nods and retreats back to the house, and I hear JJ, "Can I drive?"

"No? You'll probably drive us into some ditch."

He groans but walks up to the passenger side and pulls the door open. "I wouldn't," he mutters under his breath and climbs on the seat.

I roll my eyes and start the GPS. The road stretches ahead, bathed in the sharp golden sunlight. Tourons are already wandering towards the beach, dragging their oversized umbrellas and chairs.

Through the music, I catch the sound of JJ's sigh. I glance over to find him leaning back on the seat, staring out the window. He is... quiet. Too quiet.

I can feel it's just the silence before the storm. And, of course, I'm right.

After his fifth sigh—louder this time—I grit my teeth. The noise grates at me, like a broken record. By the time he lets out the next one, I shoot my head in his direction. "What?"

His brows dart up when his eyes meet mine. "Nothing."

"I can hear you sigh."

JJ rests his head on his hand, "I'm pretty sure that's called schizophrenia-"

We didn't even make it out the Outer Banks. I groan and make a sharp turn, sending him flying across his seat. When the car stops on the side of the road, he looks at me deer-eyed. "Are you mental?!"

I'm already jumping out of my seat and walking around to his door. "Get out."

"Gonna leave me here alone?"

If murder was legal, I know who'd be first on my list. A whine escapes my mouth. "I wish," He's parting his lips, ready to say something but I pull him out of the car, "You'll drive. If I would have to listen to you sigh like an angry kid for the entire trip..."

I see the blue eyes light up for a second. JJ quickly switches with me, now sitting behind the wheel and adjusting the seat. "Just don't crash. My dad got this car like, two weeks ago."

His shoulders are a bit more relaxed now, but he holds the wheel in a strong grip. A smirk appears on his lips, "Nothin' to worry about, princess."

I roll my eyes as he starts the engine again. This is gonna be a long ride.

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Two hours pass, and the sun is now high in the sky. We are only an hour away from Chesapeake. I feel the hot air even with the windows down. I notice JJ stirring in his seat, sweat creeping up on his neck. I fan my face with my hands before I say, "Let's try the AC."

JJ steals a quick glance at me, "Well, not stopping you."

I click one of the buttons, but nothing happens. I do it again, and again. Nothing. Just as I raise my hand for the fourth time, his fingers wrap around my wrist—warm and steady and not tight, just enough to stop me.

For a second, my brain freezes, like it's lagging. Then he lets go, fast, like touching me burned him. He leans back, his gaze returns to the road. "This way you'll only break it. Are all Kooks like that with basic car assets?"

I huff, "I don't even drive that much. Why would I get a whole ass car ready for a trip to the store that'll take me five minutes by my bike?"

He shakes his head, and when he speaks up again, his voice is laced with amusement, "Ever considered just trying a different one?"

I grimace at him and smash the other button. Just like magic, we both feel the breeze hit us. Despite that, my cheeks warm up, "Oh."

JJ's lips form a weird smirk—I can sense he's holding a laugh. "Don't-"

But with the shake of his shoulders, I know it's a little too late. "Real princess, huh?"

He grins like he's savoring my embarrassment and leans back. I turn to the window, focusing on the passing trees and the distant sight of the ocean, ignoring the way my cheeks warm again. It's just the heat. Definitely the heat.

[euphorianyx]

DADDY ISSUES [DAWN] -10-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut /Intriguing/Violent/Soapy/Fluff/ Angst |+18| Summary: Two hearts that still burned for each other... I was water, he was fire ; together, we turned into haze He wanted my light, I wanted his pain Even if we try to deny, our hearts knew their way Money, glory, power for life, us was all we needed in the end ⟪A/N: Please do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.⟫

⨳ DADDY ISSUES SUNSET -prequel- ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES DAWN other chapters ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES PLAYLIST ⨳

“What the heck is going on here?”

JungKook kept watching the car with furrowed eyebrows. His voice showed a bit of confusion, but his face was what got you. He was ice-cold, and you knew whatever going on would not be for good.

“JungKook”

You tried to get an explanation from him. His sort of deep yet velvety voice filled the air of the car.

“Did you see my father before you got here?”

Closing your eyes, a regretful sigh escaped from you.

“Yes ! I mean, I kind of talked back to him but… I… Uhh…”

Losing the way to your words, you began rambling. Much to your surprise, JungKook let out a crazy chuckle.

“Babydoll… You always find a way to amaze me.”

Gasping in utter shock, you could not help mocking his remark.

“I showed up with explosives, and what amazed you was me opposing your father?”

JungKook tilted his head once, like he was making a private joke. Any other human being spoke to him that way would beg to die within minutes. It was only and only you.

“My life… I will end what you started. Right now, something is going on, but I don't know what yet.”

After that remark, you were not able to form a single word. Jungkook has never called you 'my life' before. That was the softest you have heard of him so far. However, the rest of the sentence was vantablack.

The white car beside you sped up and cut through your way with a loud break. His eagle gaze never leaving the man, JungKook reached for the door whilst finishing his sentence.

“Stay in the car.”

Was what you heard before JungKook got out. For some reason, the man got out of the car as well and greeted JungKook. JungKook seemed far from patience. He arched his eyebrows while his eyes were busy tearing the man standing before him.

“Speak.”

Since he was not as tall as JungKook, the man tried his best to take the advantage by fixing his fresh clean suit.

“Mr. Park wants his daughter back. Apologies ahead, but Father Jeon does not want you to get involved any further.”

Watching their interaction closely, you knew… Knew one of the worst scenarios was about to unfold. A smirk spread across JungKook's face. The unhinged smirk you were quite familiar with… And his eyes light up.

“Call my father.”

Smiling, Jae Oh turned around and put his gun under JungKook's chin. Then he dialed the number of his father.

Upon seeing the shiny metal, the panic was evident in your eyes. You were scared of JungKook getting hurt again. However, he seemed as if he was getting ready to play an arcade game.

Father Jeon's deep voice met them through the speakers. JungKook spoke cheerfully.

“Father, I see you are getting old.”

His father's cold voice echoed.

“You are smart enough to know I have no option, son.”

JungKook's tone was almost mocking. Only if his father actually could read.

“Oh you don't father.”

Maybe he could understand how serious it ended.

“But I do.”

Then JungKook directed his words at the man sitting across father Jeon in suit and tie.

“Mr. Park, I guess the drink with my father was profitable.”

The replied with a dry voice, as he shifted on the comfy chair.

“Indeed it was.”

JungKook let out a bone chilling chuckle.

“I hope Jimin loved the chrysants through his goodbye. I did not plan them for Min Ae, but if I must; I will have fresh ones ready for you.”

Mr. Park had no idea what the situation was and thought he must step in to save his daughter. Hearing those words from JungKook was unsettling for him. Mr. Park cleared his throat while he was thinking of how to respond, JungKook cut the line. The phone loosely hung between JungKook's fingers. Right when Jae Oh's hand reached, JungKook let it fall on the ground. Jae Oh shook his head.

“Such a basic move for someone like you, Jeon.”

Then he pointed at the phone with his gun.

“Take it.”

JungKook's lips dropped into a serious pout. He crouched and grabbed a handful of dry foil from the roadside. Back on his feet, JungKook threw the foil at Jae Oh's eyes. Through his blink, JungKook already caught his wrist. Of course, Jae Oh was trained not to give up.

He raised his left leg to kick JungKook. However, the pain was not enough for JungKook to let go. It only bought a couple of seconds to Jae Oh, but it was not enough. JungKook did not go for the gun. He went straight for Jae Oh's chest. Cut out of breath, gun already fell from his hand. JungKook kicked it away, grabbed Jae Oh by his neck and continuously kicked him.

Jae Oh's left brow and lip were bleeding. His ribs were probably injured. With the last immense effort, Jae Oh lifted his head slightly, only for JungKook to grit his teeth and forcefully put his foot on his cheek. Jae Oh was unconscious after all the beating. JungKook grabbed him by his neck, dragged his body till the car. Lifted the heavy body up with both hands and threw Jae Oh in the trunk.

Watching everything, you just knew better to keep the silence. JungKook still had the warm blood on his hands.

“Whatever happens, you will be with me, right?”

JungKook tried to reassure himself. The way his voice softened in the end got through you. You knew something was coming, but you trusted JungKook.

“I will…”

Those words seemed simple yet heavier than any wow. You both knew you could not be apart. The only option left was to face everything together. He took your hand and never let go till the car reached the mansion. As JungKook pulled up by the door, Yugyeom and Johan came running toward you. You had no idea how he managed to put himself together, but Yugyeom was fresh and clean. JungKook asked with such a chilly tone that it kind of spooked you as well.

“Are they still here?”

Yugyeom gave JungKook a sharp nod.

JungKook directed his eyes at Johan, tilted his head to the side of the car.

“Luggage… I am planning a show.”

With no words, Johan made his way to the back of the car. He opened the trunk and dragged the unconscious man out. Seemed a bit surprised, Yugyeom informed JungKook.

“I will get Havoc and Ruffian ready, but…”

His eyes drifted to your side for a brief moment. JungKook kindly put his hands on each side of your arms.

“Babydoll, let's get you upstairs, so you can clean up and rest.”

You did not move.

“Havoc and Ruffian?”

JungKook closed his eyes and sighed.

“My German Shepherds. Now let's go.”

He held his hand out, and you took it kind of unwillingly.

“You have got dogs that I have never seen?!”

JungKook avoided your eyes as he rushed you inside the big mansion.

“Yes because they are wild. Only two people allowed near them.”

You did not need to ask who because you already figured the second person was Yugyeom. Curiosity outweighing your tiredness, you stopped before you stepped on the stairs.

“I want to see them.”

JungKook sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Doll, that will be a process, maybe later.”

You stood on your feet, not taking any step.

“Then tell me what you are going to do.”

JungKook had enough of your little antics. He narrowed his eyes, then you were swept off of your feet. To keep your balance, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you in his arms.

“Why?”

You asked; half smiley, half serious.

“You are being stubborn. We are going to the bedroom.”

JungKook arrived to the large door of the room you have not been in for a while. You shyly opened it, as JungKook did not lose any time to step inside. He slowly put you down, caused you to look up at him with curious eyes.

"I need to change."

Was his reasonable explanation since you both were still covered in dust and dirt. He disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the water running for a few minutes. Jungkook walked out, a towel wrapped around his groins, hanging dangerously low. Smiling at you, JungKook picked a sunray colored shirt and dry seagrass colored trousers. While he was buttoning his shirt, you walked up to help. JungKook's large hand cupped your face as he looked directly into your eyes.

“Now, be a good girl… Stay here, clean up and get ready for me.”

Pretending that you did not get him, you took a step to get close again.

“You told me to have some rest.”

JungKook wrapped his arm around your waist as he pressed your bodies together. Giving you a short yet fiery kiss, he whispered in your ear.

“Obviously you don't want to, so I will help you.”

Giving you a playful smirk, he walked out of the door. Within a minute, one of the maids showed up. She greeted you respectfully.

“How would you like your bath, Mrs. Jeon? I can prepare some daisies, melissa and lavender to help you relax. Would you rather some dried sweet basil and sea salt to give you some energy?”

The simple thought of warm water was enough for you to relax, but you still wanted to see what JungKook was planning.

“Basil and sea salt, please.”

Unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold, you let your body soak in the refreshing water.

Meanwhile, JungKook casually walked out of the door to greet the small crowd in the garden by the table.

“Father”

JungKook greeted the old man in fine suit with a devilish spark in his eyes. Then he directed his eyes to Mr. Park. JungKook looked down at the hand he held out, almost mockingly. Ignoring it, JungKook took his place as the entrees were already served.

His eyes laid on Min Ae, who was sitting across him. She cheekily smiled at JungKook as if nothing happened. As if this was an ordinary, peaceful family dinner. Mr. Park, had a bite of his paçanga pastry, then drifted his eyes back to JungKook.

“You know, your father and I have go way back.”

Still wearing his poker face, JungKook answered the old man with gray hair and fine suit.

“I know… Almost to the building of the company.”

The old man smiled back while his hoarse voice filled the air again.

“If it was not for that, tonight would be a lot worse.”

An arrogant smile bloomed on JungKook's lips.

“Oh, it will be a lot worse.”

All present at the table were astonished upon hearing that statement. Even the maids that were serving the supper. They quickened their work and left with no words. Mr. Park was the one that broke the eerie silence.

“I believe no one has such an intention.”

A chilling chuckle from JungKook echoed.

“Mr. Park… The history of our generation is a little different from yours.”

Mr. Park's face hardened as his voice drifted.

“I am aware…but my son already paid the price for that.”

JungKook nodded twice then raised his hand. After his little gesture; YugYeom and the low growl of the dogs made their entrance.

“That is why tonight is just a little warning.”

Yugyeom followed the stone path and arrived to the wooden arbor. JungKook slowly made his way to the same place and removed the cover of Jae Oh. The beaten man squinted his eyes after the bright light hit his eyes.

Upon seeing two dogs with their teeth showing, Jae Oh began begging JungKook for mercy. Although, those calls were in vain. JungKook crouched to reach Havoc and Ruffian. Obediently, dogs just got closer to him. JungKook petted them both a few times. Dogs never looked away from JungKook.

“Are you hungry?”

Havoc let out a small growl, making JungKook smile.

“Of course you are… Go, here is your dinner.”

Under the horrified gaze of the small crowd, Havoc and Ruffian ripped apart the man in front of them. The agonizing screams of Jae Oh went on for a few minutes. Then they died down while the dogs were busy with his remains.

Finally regaining some energy, you stepped out of the tub. Grabbing the towel waiting, you walked out of the bathroom. Since nothing changed in his room, you made your way to the familiar dressing room. Considering JungKook's choice of color, you opted for a knee-length peach-colored dress. Fixing your hair into a ponytail, you felt you looked a bit decent at least.

Making your way to the window, you realized Min Ae was there by the table. Then your eyes shifted to the arbor. You froze as you witnessed the last minute of two dogs' cruel feast. Hand on your mouth, you just backed away from the window. You could feel your stomach started to get sick. You took a deep breath, grabbed a glass of water from the mini bar on the corner. Furthermore, you could not let that scene get to you.

Walking downstairs, you tried your best to keep calm and collected. The shock was still evident in the eyes of everyone by the table. When JungKook saw you, his first instinct was to send the dogs away with Yugyeom. Then he put the cover back on the ground. Regardless of his efforts, you could see the blood on the green leaves around the arbor. JungKook met you through halfway to the table.

“Babydoll, I told you to wait in our room.”

His whisper carried the hints of worry and annoyance. Your stare challenged him, even if you did not intend to.

"You asked me if I would be with you, whatever happens. And I said yes, Jungkook."

His fingers gently held your chin.

“I meant it Y/N…”

Then his voice softened.

“I just did not want you to see that gruesome mess.”

Your fingers slowly reached and caressed his ear before you fixed his dark hair.

“I know… I promised, so I am here for it all.”

After the reassurance, JungKook gave you an accepting nod and a soft smile. He held your hand above his as you walked toward the table. The crowd was still under the effect of not so little show of Jungkook. Mr. Jeon almost fell back on his chair. He uncomfortably loosened his tie. Mr. Park stepped away from the table as he told Min Ae to follow him. Before they could make another move, JungKook called out.

“Leaving already? I think you should stay for the dessert.”

Knowing well they had no chance, Mr. Park gestured his daughter to sit back while he did so. Mr. Park realized JungKook was far worse than he thought of. Not crossing his line was the only thing they could do. JungKook lifted your hand a little higher to place a little kiss. After that, he pulled the chair for you to sit. Silence took over again while maids served apple pies to everyone.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Father.”

JungKook said while he cut the pie in front of him.

“Maybe you should try someone more professional.”

Father Jeon did not even try to say anything back. He just palmed his face out of stress. JungKook changed the cut pie with yours. Noticing Min Ae's eyes on him irked something in you.

“Mr. Park, I was hoping Min Ae to be our guest for a couple of days.”

©Jinny|Euphorianyx >>>

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Part 3!!! You can read the summary here in part 1 if you’ve missed it

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash for the silly girls only okay

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, sexual content, oral (m receiving), slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, third person POV Jake. Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU, brief talk about sexuality, hand jobs, edging

Word count: 8.8k

Danny hardly expected Jake to be up when he awoke, let alone smell him cooking up a breakfast downstairs.

He redressed into his dirty work uniform, feeling uncomfortable in the now wrinkled shirt and slacks but not really having another option. Hopefully Sam would still be asleep when he got home so he wouldn’t have to be seen sneaking back inside wearing the same clothes.

Trying not to think about what happened last night after he went to bed, Danny gathered up the borrowed clothes and towel, and eased his way down the stairs. The sound of metal utensils beating against mixing bowls and a bluesey playlist filling the entire first level of the apartment.

The end of the stairs deposited him in the living room. He could see the front door, could make a quick break, but as he smelled the food coming from the kitchen his stomach growled.

Along with the temptation of food, Danny didn’t want to just leave without thanking Jake once more for letting him crash. It also wouldn’t hurt to just check in on how he was feeling. See how he was handling the first morning waking up without Josh living here with him.

Still trying to remain undetected, he slipped into the kitchen, but instead of taking a left, he took a right into the joint laundry room and stuffed everything from his arms into the halfway full washer.

“Morning Danny-o” Jake called out to him in a chipper voice. Danny turned around slowly, flashing the best innocent smile he could muster.

Jake was leaned over a pot on the stove, and Danny moved forward so he could watch him pull out a pair of perfectly poached eggs, carefully placing them on the plates he’d set out.

“What are you doing up so early? And cooking what?” His eyes examined the countertops, taking in all the bits of ingredients Jake had pulled out to complete his meal. ���Eggs Benedict? You made the sauce?”

“You made the sauce?” Jake repeated him in a mocking tone, clapping his shoulder as he moved past him to grab the pepper grinder. “Of course I made it, who do you think I am?”

Jake was sporting a cocky smile, humming and tapping his foot along with the songs that came on as he assembled two perfect sandwiches. One for him and one for Danny.

Graciously taking the plate Jake offered him, he followed the chef through the kitchen and into the small dining area at the end. “You seem like you’re in a good mood?”

“Well I slept like a rock” Jake replied with a chuckle as they sat together. “Went to bed feeling real relaxed. Thanks for that” he sent Danny a wink, his smile still shining in his eyes, reflecting a twinkle from the morning sun shining through the large bay window the table was situated in front of.

Danny’s face flushed, stuffing his mouth with the food to hide his embarrassment but ending up making a huge mess with the runny egg. Jake laughed now, shaking his head and looking away so Danny could clean himself up without being watched.

“I meant to be the one thanking you” Danny spoke up when he swallowed his overzealous bite, not even able to relish in the taste yet because he was so flustered, and he didn’t know why. “So, umm, thanks for letting me stay here”.

“Mhmm” Jake hummed, looking at Danny’s plate, then him, then back down to his plate, trying to get Danny to take a hint and shut up so he could eat the breakfast he’d made for him.

Danny took the hint the wrong way though, thinking Jake meant he had more to thank him for. “Oh! And thank you for the food! You’re a really great cook Jake”.

“I know” Jake replied, trying to sound cool and confident, but developing a slight blush of his own. “Now eat it before it gets cold you big dork”.

After they’d both finished, Jake collected both the plates and brought them back into the kitchen. “Let me clean up a bit then we will get going”. He set the plates in the sink, Danny helping him collect the pot and other used items.

“You don’t have to take me home. I was going to order an Uber or something” it sounded weird, impersonal, when he said his plan out loud. Like he was just some random Jake had picked up. Then he found his mind wandering to the conversation they’d had last night. Jake had picked up some randoms before, he was experienced. Had he brought them here? When Josh still lived with him? Or had he agreed to go back to theirs?

“It’s no bother” Jake replied as he washed up the dishes and set them aside to dry, knowing Danny’s reservations were based off of his ridiculous ideas that he was somehow intruding. Even if he didn’t tell him directly, he was glad Danny had come over, even if it was just to escape Sam and his nightly escapades with Savanna. Danny had been around for a long time. Highschool, parties, birthdays, holidays, Danny and his family were always invited. He had started off as Sam’s friend, being closest to him in age, but eventually Josh and Jake had taken to Danny just as well.

“I’ve got to go up to the restaurant for a bit today. I can drop you off on the way, give Sammy a nice little wake up call”.

“Umm, yeah I’d appreciate a ride, but I wasn’t exactly going to tell Sam where I was. Thinking it will be better to keep him guessing than trying to get any ideas”. Danny was avoiding eye contact, trying to laugh off his obvious nerves. Jake was starting to grow weary of Danny being so nervous around him, he was never like that before. At first it was cute, Jake was definitely one to tease anyways, but the mention of not even being seen together around Sam sounded over the top.

Wasn’t Jake just as much Danny’s friend now as he was Sam’s? What was the big deal if they hung out alone together? Well, besides the new found burning desire to consume him, body and soul.

Danny on the other hand knew Sam too well. He knew even something as simple as staying the night and getting a ride home would bring on a flood of never ending questioning. Even with as close as he had gotten to the twins, he and Sam had a special connection that sometimes left Sam being possessive. Usually Danny didn’t mind, he liked being needed like that, but lately his situation had grown more complicated, and he didn’t want to find himself hurting either party’s feelings.

As he noticed Jake's good mood begin to slip, he thought perhaps he was being a little too cautious. He did care about Jake; he was easy to be around, gentle in all the ways that mattered, while also having an edge and an air of confidence that made Danny want to explore boundaries like he never had before. Jake was his guide in this endeavor and he trusted him even more than he did before last week.

“On second thought, maybe I should come up with something?” Jake peaked over his shoulder to see Danny leaned up against the counter behind him. “I mean if we’re going to be spending more time together, then we should have a good cover story”.

There was a heavy shift in the air that turned Jake's mood back around and got him riled up again. “Oh yeah? Spending more time together? Whatever for?”

Jake started to walk away, going to retrieve his keys so they could get on their way, but Danny managed to snatch him by the waist and pull him down onto him. With his back pressed against Danny’s front, Jake made a mediocre effort of trying to squirm away, but really he was only enjoying wiggling his ass, pushing back into him even further until Danny settled him with a firm grip on his hip.

“As I recall, you’re too busy to find other people to fuck. So yes, I do expect us to be spending some more time together. Unless you were just using that excuse to get me into your room?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He reached up and cupped the back of Danny’s neck, pulling him down to give him a swift peck before successfully breaking away when the shock of his action left Danny stunned.

Although he was in the mood to hang around and see where this took them, they really did need to get going if he wanted to get the inventory done before the restaurant started to get busy.

Danny trailed behind him, back out the kitchen and through the living room while Jake questioned if his impulsive little kiss was okay or not. Sure the teasing and flirting seemed to be coming rapid fire from both sides, but they hadn’t kissed outside of being intimate. He didn’t know what ground they stood on, what was acceptable and what was off limits.

By the time they made it out the door though he felt good about it. Not like it meant anything, but more like they were in a place to be able to platonically show affection at least while it was just the two of them.

Sam was still stone cold when he heard his door creak open. He remembered telling Savanna she could stay the night but then promptly passed out from the rounds they went.

He didn't, however, remember Danny coming home last night. Assuming it was just his best friend checking in, he didn’t move or notice the figure sneaking through his room.

“I swear if you are naked under these sheets Sammy I’m going to have to strangle you” the voice of none other than his overbearing older brother jokingly threatened him before he was attacked in his own bed.

“What the fuck Jake!” Sam yelled, opening his eyes to see the grown ass man hovering over him as Sam tried to twist onto his back underneath him so his arms could attempt to throw the shorter one off.

They fought with each other for a few minutes until Jake pulled his pillow out from under his head and used it to playfully smother him until Sam was tapping out. Sam slapped at Jake’s elbow in their agreed upon surrender after multiple childhood fights just like this had gotten too out of control and left the brothers actually fuming mad at each other.

When Jake removed the pillow he tossed his head to the side, gasping for air, a blurry image of Danny standing in the doorway with his arms crossed watching the whole thing with a stupid smile on his face.

“You just let him come in here and catch me off guard like that?!” He whined at his friend, not yet putting two and two together yet.

“Yep, I was enjoying watching you get put in your place. It was about time it happened actually” he chuckled, kicking one foot over the other casually.

“Yeah Sammy, you’ve been a little too cocky recently. So Daniel here asked me to come over and teach you a lesson” Jake joined in the conversation as he moved to stand up off the bed.

“What did I do to either of you?” Sam retrieved his blanket that Jake had ripped off his barely clothed body before jumping on him, and tossed it back over himself so he could attempt to go back to sleep.

“Alright kids, I’ve got to get going” Sam pretended to close his eyes, but cautiously peaked as Jake rounded his bed and made his way towards the door, just in case he tried anything again. Danny straightened up, removing his shoulder from the frame to let his brother pass. “See you around” Jake spoke just above a whisper, before squeezing his arm as he slipped by. The interaction wasn’t at all suspicious, but the look in Danny’s eye as he watched him leave was.

“Where were you last night?” Sam questioned before he could walk off.

“I crashed at Jake’s last night. He's teaching me a few things at the restaurant to help out Kimberly. Invited me over for a few beers, it got late and I ended up passing out on the couch”. Danny replied rather quickly, like he’d rehearsed what he’d say if asked where he was.

“Help out Kim?” Sam heard the front door open and close so he let his guard down, sitting up in the bed since he was wide awake now. “You tryin’ to impress her or something? If you like her I can just ask Savanna to put in a good word for you”. He cocked a smile. Danny was usually too bashful and modest to make his move on girls so Sam would sometimes step in and use his skills to break the ice for him. He was just a good wingman like that, always helping his friend get laid.

“Not everyone is trying to sleep with their boss, thanks though” Danny scoffed and turned to leave.

“Whatever man, Kim’s hot though I wouldn’t blame you!” Sam called after him.

Danny sighed, well at least Sam didn’t seem too concerned about the staying with Jake part, but now he would have to deal with being teased about Kim. He only hoped Sam wouldn’t try to meddle too much and just let it be.

Learning inventory was not Jake's favorite. Sure, he’d helped back at home, but the family restaurant was much smaller, with a more simple menu that hardly ever changed, so it was easier to stay on top of things. Here it was more complicated, more diverse and expensive products to account for and multiple different area managers involved in keeping everything in order and accounted for.

He hadn’t realized Savanna was going to be in early today too. She didn’t seem to be helping much though. Mostly just socializing with the other managers which was annoying to watch so Jake buried himself in the work and the long list of products to look for and count.

About two hours in and nearing the end of his list Jake noticed some discrepancies on multiple different items for the bar and dining room. Since those were not his areas of expertise he decided to check in with the respective managers, looking around for Kimberly to start with since she was much easier to deal with.

When he couldn’t find her he sighed in defeat, knowing he’d have to check in with Savanna instead. He attempted to approach her kindly at first, showing her the clipboard in his hand with the page covered in red marks noting the errors.

“Hey, can you take a look at these for me? I’ve counted what we have a few times and the physical isn’t matching what we have on record”. Jake flipped over a few pages to check and see who had closed the past few nights and saw it was Savanna. Well, at least he was trying to bring this directly to her attention now rather than turning the paperwork in and letting her get spoken to about it later. Maybe there was a reason for there to be a few things missing and they could resolve it right then and there.

“Oh, don’t worry, I'll take care of it” she barely glanced down at the papers, practically brushing him off.

Trying not to get irritated, Jake tried to bring it to her attention again, a little less subtle this time. “Is there a reason you’re not closing out the bar with the correct numbers? I didn’t see anything on the waste log for the past few nights either. Maybe Sam isn’t getting everything written down to be logged in?”

Savanna scoffed, propping her hands up on her hips as she paused the frivolous task she was doing to turn and snap at Jake. “I said I’ll take care of it. Why are you even doing the inventory? You’re not a manager”.

Jake bit the inside of his cheek. There were many things he wanted to reply to her with, most of which weren’t relevant to the current conversation, so he decided to continue to keep them to himself. Especially because he got the feeling she was lashing out at him mostly because she was a manager and he wasn’t, yet they trusted him to take care of these things.

“Also, I am Sam’s manager so I will handle him. Just because you’re his brother doesn’t mean you have any authority over him when he’s on my clock. Got it?” Jake's eyes darted around when she spoke, hoping there weren’t many others around listening in on their conversation since he tried to keep the fact that he and Sam were related under wraps.

He was fuming by this point. Feeling absolutely belittled and disrespected, but he knew starting something with her now wouldn’t be the wisest move.

“Sure, whatever you say” he seethed and left her to her own devices. If she continued making mistakes like this then it would surely catch up to her soon enough, and maybe then she would realize how she could have used his help to fix it instead of pushing him away.

Jake made his last few notes before heading into the office where he found the kitchen manager and the hospitality director discussing next week's specials.

“Speaking of, here’s your little protégé you have doing all your work for you”. Joe, the director, chortled trying to make it seem like they’d been talking about Jake. It was no secret that after working nearly two decades together the director and the kitchen manager were close friends.

Shortly after Jake started at the restaurant the kitchen manager had suddenly announced he planned on retiring which sent everyone into a bit of a tizzy speculating if the director would retire soon too, and who would take over.

Since then, neither had set a date, only now they tended to take the mentoring approach versus doing most of the work themselves, and Jake had been one of the few that the kitchen manager had somehow decided to take under his wing.

“Here’s the inventory spreadsheet” Jake handed the clipboard to his boss then started to back away towards the door hoping they wouldn’t decide to bring him into a long winded conversation.

“Excellent work as always Mr. Kiszka!” The director praised him as the kitchen manager glanced over the lists. Jake noticed his scanning eyes seemed to stop over the third page, the one he’d tried to discuss with Savanna. He must have noticed the variance documented, but he didn’t say anything in the moment.

“How is it you got such a good young man? It takes most of those blockheads in the kitchen years to start showing the level of discipline he does”.

Jake's manager shrugged his shoulders, setting the clipboard down on the corner of the directors desk and sat back in his chair again. He was always his friend's quiet counterpart, and Jake liked that about him.

“My family runs a small restaurant back at home. I’ve just been in the business for a long time” Jake chose to speak up.

He took a moment to look Jake over, his hair was down since he wasn’t in the kitchen today, in his pair of old torn up blue jeans with the patches over the knees and the t-shirt he’d thrown on. “Ah I see! That reminds me” he turned back to his friend, “he’s got too many hours of PTO left for it nearing the end of the year soon”.

The kitchen manager nodded in agreement and glanced in Jake's direction. He didn’t even have to say anything, Jake already got the message.

“Heard, I’ll let you know by the end of the week”.

His boss nodded and went back to discussing a menu change. Jake took that as his queue to back out the door and take his leave. On his way out he noticed Savanna had been watching the door to the office for him to appear. Her eyes locked with his for a moment while she tried to read off of him if he’d said anything to the director. He let her worry, sending her a smirk that made her face burn red. He’d probably hear it from Sam later about treating Savanna nicely, but right now he didn’t care.

Once Jake made it back home he looked over his calendar in his phone, weighing which week he should take off. He already had one week scheduled for their yearly family trip back home to Michigan, but even with that he still had enough time for a second.

He thought about what he might want to do with this time, thinking a week at home alone sounded heavenly and like hell all in one. Then an idea struck him. He swiped out of the calendar and pulled up a browser to search for flights to New York. There was a week coming up that was cheaper than all the others so he went ahead and bought some plane tickets then messaged his boss the dates.

The next day Jake tried to settle into his couch in the early evening after completing his todo list of day off chores. The kitchen was cleaner than the day he’d moved in, all his laundry was washed and put away. He even pulled the vacuum out, that having always been Josh’s job since Jake hated vacuuming, but now he had no choice but to do it himself.

He had kept himself busy for the majority of the day, enjoying the quiet paired with his selection of music, while also hating it at the same time.

You couldn’t be over-stimulated easily working in kitchens. It was close working quarters, constantly bumping into people, squeezing through bodies, talking over others, all while sweating from the heat radiating off the ovens, stoves, and heat lamps. That being said, Jake treasured his time off.

He lived in a quiet neighborhood, in a nice apartment complex where he got along with all his neighbors. It was the closest place to feeling like he was still back at home, living in the country instead of the big city, and there was always Josh, his family, his own twin there to comfort him.

Now he was alone in his apartment, and it felt like anything but home.

The apartment still looked the same. Same furniture, same smells, same quiet. Only it was half empty. No yoga mat rolled up at the door ready to be carried out early in the morning. No frazadas tossed over the back of the couch, their colorful patterns brightening up the space. No assortment of teas displayed in a rotating wire rack on the kitchen counter.

Josh’s door, which was usually always open and inviting, was now shut and hiding its emptiness within. Jake still imagined instead that it was filled with tapestries and mountains of clothes.

Josh called earlier on in the morning, right in the middle of Jake clearing out the fridge, but he paused to talk with him. He enjoyed hearing the excitement in his brother's voice when he recounted all he’d been able to work on.

“You’ve got to come to New York brother! You’ll hate Times Square, it’s full of tourists and pushy street performers, but West Village. Jake, the food scene in Manhattan is unparalleled”.

“You know just how to speak my language”. Jake chuckled.

He hadn’t told him yet that he’d already booked plane tickets, hoping to surprise him closer to the date.

Although Jake wanted to talk to his brother again, he knew from their conversation earlier that he would be busy. Still, he pulled out his phone and selected another contact. The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail.

Jake sighed, he didn’t usually randomly call people, but he was feeling lonely and needy. Scrolling up through his contact list that consisted mostly of coworkers and the occasional friend from school, he selected another name from the list and hit call.

This time it rang twice before the other end picked up with a surprised “Hello?”

“Hey, I tried calling Sam, he didn’t answer” Jake started, trying to make it sound like he’d only called to check on his younger brother.

“He’s at work” Danny replied softly, his voice filling Jake’s ear with a familiar easing warmth. “Did you need something? I can try to get a hold of him for you”.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I just talked to Josh this morning. I thought he’d like to hear he’s doing well”.

“That is good to hear” Danny replied. Of course, Jake didn’t stop to think that maybe Danny would enjoy an update on Josh just as much as Sam would have. Although Sam surely clued Danny in on everything without Jake having to speak to him, it was still nice to hear the enthusiasm from him directly.

“Sorry, did I bother you?”

“No, of course not. I was just finishing up some homework, about to figure out something for dinner”.

Having stayed so busy throughout the better half of the day, Jake hadn’t even realized until now that he hadn’t stopped to eat anything and that he was actually starving. “Now that you mention it, I’ve got a lot of veggies I need to use before they start going bad. I was thinking about making a pasta primavera”.

“Cooking on your day off? I was just going to grab some takeaway from around the block but that honestly sounds a lot better”. Danny let out a breathy laugh then fell silent.

Jake thought maybe Danny was waiting for an invitation. He certainly wasn’t going to invite himself again so soon. “Well, why don’t you just come over instead? The recipe will make more than I can eat myself anyways, and I’ll give you some to take back to Sam for when he gets off. I know he’s usually a ravenous dog looking for a meal after his shift”.

Danny waited a moment to respond, trying to not sound too eager about accepting. “Let me finish this up real quick and I’ll be there in about 30?”

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll see you then”. He hung up the phone, a pleased smile spreading across his face at the idea of some company. Finding his energy regained, he hopped off the couch and headed into the kitchen to start prepping the arrangement of random vegetables he had leftover from other dishes.

He synced his phone back up to the speaker in the living room and turned it up loud enough to hear it in the kitchen, but not too loud that it would disturb any of his neighbors and got to work.

Thirty minutes went by quickly and a notification pinged through the music, Danny was on his way.

The sauce was simmering on the stove, just waiting to be married with the pasta he had picked up at his favorite market in town last week. As he waited for Danny’s arrival, he stood on his tippy toes looking into the cupboard full of glasses to try and figure out what drinks to prepare for dinner.

Wine would go well with the dish, but Jake thought that felt a little too date-y. Next to the wine glasses were a few tumblrs which reminded him of a nice bottle of whiskey he’d found at Josh’s party and hidden away in his room.

Bringing the glasses out, he set them on the counter and left the kitchen to retrieve the stolen bottle. As soon as he found it and started back down the stairs, a subtle knock sounded from the front door.

“Hey, come on in, I was just about to finish the pasta. Stopped to get this first” Jake flashed Danny the bottle of whisky as he stepped to the side and let him enter his apartment.

“It smells really good in here” Danny smiled but waited for Jake to lead the way.

Jake smiled back at the compliment and found that his heart was thumping in his chest for no apparent reason. Maybe he’d make his drink a double to curb that unnecessary effect.

They ate dinner in the dining room just like they had breakfast the morning before. Danny talked for a little while about the class he had earlier in the day until he stopped to ask Jake how his day had gone.

“Pretty uneventful, just cleaned up a bit. Not going to lie, I didn’t realize how empty the apartment would feel without all of Josh’s stuff crowding up the place” Jake replied with a sigh concealed by a chuckle.

Danny looked around, not having noticed a real difference until Jake mentioned it. “Well, I guess that just means you need to add some more of your own decorative touches”.

Jake thought about it for a moment, he definitely had his own style and interests, but he’d never felt the need to extend his personal touch past the confines of his bedroom. “I don’t know. I don’t plan on staying here much longer, so getting more stuff would only make moving down the line more of a hassle”.

Danny seemed surprised by the response, setting his fork down and sitting up in the chair. “Moving? You plan on moving?” Of course this was news to him. It wasn’t like he and Jake had often talked about life goals together, but Jake didn’t expect him to seem so invested in the question.

“I mean I’m not staying at the restaurant forever. When I talked to Josh this morning he made it sound like he was having a really good time in New York. I'm planning on going to visit him soon and the idea of traveling sort of got stuck in my head. I think when Sam finally graduates I’m going to try and get a job cooking for a cruise line or something. Sure, cooking the same old meals over and over again will get monotonous, but getting to see all the ports and the open sea, that sounds like it would be pretty cool to do for a while”.

“I see…” Danny was quiet, unsure about how to respond to Jake's unexpected revelation. He knew how he should react, happy and excited for his friend, but some other opposite feeling was preventing him from that and he didn’t know why. Instead he just picked his fork back up and finished the last few bites of his pasta.

When Jake saw he was finished, he stood to collect the dishes and rinsed them off in the sink before turning his attention to the glasses he’d set out.

“Do you want some ice?” He looked over his shoulder to see Danny still sitting at the table, lost in thought.

Danny snapped out of his head, standing to meet Jake at the counter. “I’ll have it however you’re taking yours”.

“Room temp it is then” Jake replied, over pouring the glasses with a smirk. It wasn’t very gentleman-like or the way a good host served drinks, but he needed to feel a little tipsy and didn’t want to be drinking a huge glass alone. This could be payback for the shitty mixed drink Danny tried to give him that night in his room.

There it was, Jake was thinking about Danny in a way he shouldn’t again. He had done so well staying focused throughout dinner. Calmly listening to Danny talk and keeping his mind from wandering as he watched his dusty pink lips move and the way his fingers clasped together in front of his face while he momentarily stopped eating to tell a funny story. Jake couldn’t even remember what the story was about, but he’d laughed along with Danny anyways.

Jake's eyes darted around, the thumping feeling in his chest returning as he scrambled to figure out what to do now that they were done eating. They found the small LED clock above the stove, it was still an hour to closing and even longer until Sam would be off. “I was actually starting a movie when I called earlier. Would you want to stay and watch it with me?”

“Is it a scary movie?” Danny responded with his brows furrowed, taking a sip from the glass which caused his brows to raise instead. He took a look at the bottle, reading the label with a pleased nod.

Jake tried the whiskey too, and it was a really good bottle. He hoped it wasn’t one Sam had gotten from the restaurant, but nonetheless he was glad he was the one enjoying it, and with Danny. “No, it’s not, although I can find a scary movie to watch if that’s what you want”.

He turned around and left for the living room, Danny following behind him with a quick “no, no thank you”.

The TV had stayed on this whole time, Jake having forgotten to turn it off since he was excited to start dinner, so all he had to do was pick up the remote and press play. He’d only made it about fifteen minutes into the movie, but he still explained all that had happened to Danny as they settled next to each other on the couch, glasses in hand and enough space between the two of them for a whole other person.

They made it another good twenty or so minutes into the movie when Jake realized he’d already finished his glass. “Need a top off?” He asked, pointing towards Danny’s barely touched drink.

“No, I’m alright, still need to drive”.

Jake left to refill his, feeling a bit dejected by the reminder that Danny was probably leaving after the movie ended. He wondered how long the movie was, he couldn’t remember noticing when he selected it. Honestly, he couldn’t really focus on the movie at all. From what he did catch, it seemed like something he’d be really interested in, but he was a bit too distracted by his companion sitting just out of reach.

He returned before too long, but chose to take a seat just a little bit closer this time.

He couldn’t tell if Danny noticed the slight change in proximity, so he continued to stare at the screen, trying to take in the flashing images without much success.

“I’m sorry, I should have been more excited for you” Danny spoke, startling Jake who had no idea what he was talking about. “When you said you wanted to move and travel, I didn’t sound very excited, and I’m sorry. I’m happy for you Jake, really” Danny turned ever so slightly to face him, their knees barely brushing against each other.

“I guess hearing about your plans just made me realize I have no idea what I’m going to do after I graduate. Travel? That sounds perfect, but first Josh leaves, now you’re going to leave, what about Sam?” He trailed off, trying to find his train of thought and organize everything he had going on. He’d been thinking about this since they sat back down, so there was so much he was still trying to sort out.

“So, this is about Sam?” Jake was trying to follow Danny’s rambling, but he couldn’t help but be reminded that Sam was Danny’s love, not him.

“No, well a little in a way. It’s just we all stuck together when we moved to Nashville, I can’t imagine drifting apart in just a year from now. You guys have all meant so much to me, each in your own ways. You’re all brothers, so you will always stick together, but what about me? What am I supposed to do alone?”

That heartfelt admission struck a nerve with Jake. He’d spent all day feeling nothing but alone, so he sympathized with the fear laced in Danny’s voice.

He reached over and took Danny’s drink from his hand, setting both of their glasses down on the table in front of them before sitting back and letting his hand rest on Danny’s knee. “You’re family Danny and we love you. Just because you don’t know what you’re going to do after graduation doesn’t mean you have anything to be afraid of”. He gave his knee a squeeze and offered a gentle smile, “the possibilities are endless really. You can take some time off and travel, work odd jobs until you find out what calls to you. Stay with Sam, keep him out of trouble for me”.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay with him like that, Jake”. The conversation took a turn and the inner struggles Danny was dealing with came to light in what he felt was an intimately safe space. “Recently I’ve just felt so frustrated at him. At first I tried to figure out what had changed, if he’d said something or done something to piss me off, but then I realized he hadn’t done anything. Sam hasn’t changed at all, I have. I’m changing and I don’t know what to do about it”.

“What’s changing Danny?” He could tell that he was stressed about this, but he couldn’t help but press him further. Jake needed to know what was affecting him, and if he had anything to do with it.

Danny took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what was really on his mind. “I- I think I like guys. Not all guys, just a few, but I mean, in the same way I like some girls… if that makes sense?” he ran his palm down his face, sighing in frustration.

Jake stared him down, Danny’s eyes were as wide as saucers, horrified that he’d admitted that and Jake was speechless. Finally Jake erupted in laughter, he couldn’t help it, but Danny’s being so innocent and confused after all they had already done together left Jake hysterical.

“Whatever made you think that? Having sex with me or being in love with my brother?”

Danny rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder. Yes he realized that he’d already had sex with another guy, but one experience didn’t make you a full fledged gay did it? If so, how many times would?

“Sam and I have been really close for a very long time, you know that, and for the longest time it felt like enough. Just being there for him, being his best friend”.

“You’re right I do love him, I think I always will no matter what, but now I want more. I want to go on dates, cuddle without feeling like I’m hiding something, be all lovey-dovey”. He sighed again, already feeling defeated . “Do you think he will ever love me back?”

Jake was speechless once more. Looking at him he couldn’t see how anyone female or male could resist his god-like appeal. Danny was a catch, and he thought Sam sometimes took him for granted. He tried to choose his next words carefully, but before he could give him any sort of insight he needed to know something else.

He pulled his hand back and created some space between them again, sitting back into the armrest of the couch while still remaining turned towards him. “Danny, you don’t regret anything we’ve done do you?” He wouldn’t blame him if he did, Jake knew how messy this could get before his drunk self decided to say fuck it and literally fucked him anyways.

Danny’s expression changed from that of uncertainty to something more tender. “Regret? No, not at all. Do I feel guilty? Maybe a little”. Danny made a move this time, pulling one of his legs onto the couch until he was leaning on his knee and reaching over to brush his fingertips against Jake's cheekbone.

“Only because you’re just so tempting all the time. I can’t be around you anymore without thinking about touching you,” his hand sprawled out as it smoothed down Jake's jaw and neck, slipping underneath the stretched out collar of his cut up tshirt, “and kissing you”. He creeped further forward, until the tip of his nose was bumping against Jake’s and he let his voice fall into a soft volume just above a whisper.

Jake inhaled shakily, because he’d felt the same since the moment Danny walked through his front door. “I think Sam would be the biggest dumbass ever if he didn’t realize just how beautiful you are” he let his hand find purchase on Danny’s side, slipping it underneath the hem of his muscle shirt and dragging it along the burning skin, “and sexy”.

Danny shook his head, from side to side, some of his curly raven locks falling forward. Jake scooted his hips further down onto the couch until his groin came into contact with Danny’s knee between his legs. Letting Danny tower over him, he took his free hand and tucked the fallen strands behind his ear before pulling him down into a kiss.

“In the meantime, I’ll be here for you. I don’t want you to feel guilty about it though. I just want you to feel good”. Jake let his hand under Danny’s shirt circle around to his stomach, then grazed downwards until he was cupping him over his pants.

“Can I make you feel good Danny?”

He hummed, the touch not enough to elicit a moan from him, but the intention of it enough to grow the beginnings of an erection. The hand he had on Jake’s collar found its way back to his neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as he leaned forward again. “Only if I can make you feel good too”.

“That sounds like a deal” Jake replied quickly, not wasting a breath as he started to unbuckle Danny’s belt already while Danny connected their lips again.

The sun had gone down causing a darkness to set in the living room. The movie they’d given up on watching tonight was nearing its end in the background, casting a glow over their bodies as they hastily stripped down to just their underwear.

“Jake?” Danny called out to him after he somehow found their positions reversed and Jake sprawled out on top of him trailing kisses all over his now exposed torso, his smaller stature fitting perfectly against Danny’s longer frame. “Will you fuck me this time? I want to know how it feels”.

Jake pulled back with a wild look in his eyes, like the invitation was almost too good to pass up on, but he reeled himself back in knowing Danny wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Danny bit his bottom lip, a slight hesitation but ultimately nodding his head yes.

“I’ll be right back. Take these off while I’m gone” Jake grabbed the elastic of his boxers and pulled them until they came snapping back against Danny’s golden hip then darted upstairs.

Danny’s pulse was racing as he followed Jake's instruction and discarded his last bit of clothing into the pile on the floor. Only now he was feeling a bit embarrassed, lying completely in the nude waiting for him to return .

Jake was back quickly with his little bottle of lube in hand. He had to briefly stop though, to admire the man that was spread out for him like thanksgiving dinner finally set on the table after having starved all day while cooking.

“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” He commented aloud while his eyes focused on every square inch of smooth tanned skin from his chest down to the tip of his toes and to the also dusty pink tip of his dick.

Danny blushed, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around Jake's waist and pull him back down onto him.

Jake cupped Danny’s face in his hands, feeling the way his jaw went slack when his tongue came out to glide across Danny’s bottom lip, coaxing his mouth to let him in. He took his time kissing Danny, letting their tongues dance over each other trying to get him completely relaxed and sure before he started anything else.

Finally, when he felt like Danny had been reduced to a breathless puddle underneath him, he pulled back perching onto his knees. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to say you will tell me to stop if it gets to be too much for you”.

A hint of fear flashed across Danny’s face, but when he looked into Jake’s tender eyes he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Jake would take care of him, always.

“I will” he agreed, watching in anticipation as Jake retrieved the lube and squeezed a small amount to begin with onto his palm. It was a slight surprise though when instead of heading right for his backside, Jake gently picked up Danny’s erection and began spreading the lube in his hand up and down the entirety of his shaft.

“Focus on what this hand is doing unless I tell you otherwise” Jake instructed him in a soft yet firm tone. Danny was holding back a tiny moan, but answered him with another nod of his head as he watched Jake work him over.

As soon as Danny rest his head back and let himself start to feel the pleasure from the handjob, Jake paused to squeeze another bit of lube onto his fingers, only this time the opposite hand.

“You have to relax, remember?” Jake spoke through a half smile, making Danny remember their first time together when their positions were reversed. A warm slightly wet pad of a finger pressed against Danny’s entrance.

Danny had to focus on mentally preparing himself for the touch to keep himself from flinching. Although Jake applied some pressure, he didn’t enter him just yet, quickening the motion in the hand wrapped around the front.

“Do as I said, focus on this hand not the other” he reminded Danny, a little more sternly this time with a tightening of his grip and adding a twisting motion as his fist came down against the base.

Danny choked back a moan, wiggling his hips in the slightest to ask for more of whatever Jake was doing with that hand before realizing he probably shouldn’t be moving around too much.

Then Jake started to add the first finger, little by little until he was just about all the way inside. Holding it there, he waited for Danny’s body to get used to the feeling, all the while continuing to pump his hand up and down. Fast and hard, followed by a few loose and slow where he drug his thumb over the tip causing Danny to sigh and groan.

“Jaaake” Danny breathed out in a lower register than his usual speaking voice. He knew what that meant, Danny was feeling good, and it wouldn’t be long until that coil in his stomach would be tightening.

He positioned another finger, just getting it ready for when Danny was nearing the edge.

“Are you close already?” His tone wasn’t teasing, or cocky, only needing to know so he could control Danny’s high. “Tell me if you’re close”.

“I am-” Danny groaned, his back picking up off the cushions so he could try and rock his hips into the tight fist “I’m close-”.

Jake stopped his stroking, but Danny's hand mindlessly flew down in an attempt to replace it and continue getting himself off. Jake slapped it away, “No, not yet. You still have another finger to take”.

A whimper escaped Danny’s parted lips as his body shivered from the lack of release. He felt Danny’s entrance fluttering against his second finger, and took that as his queue to start easing it in along with the first.

Danny did flinch this time, but didn’t cry out in pain, so Jake just dialed it back a bit and went even slower. “How are you feeling?” He checked in once he had the second all the way in.

“Like you just denied me an orgasm” Danny laughed nearly hysterically, his hand Jake had slapped away reaching up and running through his tangling hair as he blinked up at the ceiling. Well he was laughing, could be a lot worse, so Jake took that as a win.

“Yeah, and I’m going to do it again” he resumed the hand job, the mixture of residual lube and precum keeping Danny well coated and his hand gliding.

Then together he worked his fingers inside of him, pulling them out only halfway and working them back in, trying to press them even deeper. He repeated that motion a couple of times, letting his hands work in a patterned motion coming down on him every time he pressed inside, until Danny was close again.

When he pulled away a second time, Danny’s lungs emptied in one breath with a slur of curses like he’d just been submerged in ice cold water. He’d been expecting the denial that time, but that didn’t help him endure it one bit.

As soon as his body calmed down again, it was back to stroking and fingering. A deadly combo that Jake was thoroughly enjoying edging Danny with.

“Jake, what about you?” Danny managed to choke out through moans. “The deal was I could make you feel good too”.

Jake let a chuckle slip, because even though Danny was still coherent enough to form sentences, he wasn’t fully comprehending everything that was happening all at once and how Danny squirming and whimpering and shivering underneath him had Jake absolutely reeling towards his own release.

“Look” he instructed, removing his hand on Danny’s swollen cock to give him a peak between their bodies. There was a dark wet spot on Jake’s boxers where his own weeping cock stayed hidden. If he gave himself even the slightest bit of attention right now he knew he’d be busting quickly right there all over his couch.

Instead, he focused on Danny and learning his body’s indicators, storing them away in his head for future use. Like the way his knees fell further apart when he wanted more pressure, and tried to squeeze together when he was near the breaking point.

Danny’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as he realized Jake was getting off by pleasuring him. His body went stiff again, knees shaking, but he held himself back on his own, starting to rather enjoy the feeling from the little game Jake was playing.

To reward him, Jake returned his hand almost too soon, giving him just a couple of loose strokes. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything other than not cumming until I say so, okay?” Danny was being so obedient for him he wondered if he was getting more turned on by it. Jake certainly was.

The time between stroking and pulling away was getting shorter, and Jake knew Danny would be nearing his limit soon. He decided this would be the last time, giving his all into his aching hands.

Tears were starting to form in the corner of Danny’s eyes and his body glistened with a sheen of sweat as it writhed in pleasure turned pain, but the pain only adding to the pleasure.

“You’ve been so good, cum for me now Danny”.

Danny’s eyes peaked open, having squeezed shut in concentration. Slightly dazed and confused, not trusting himself that he’d heard Jake right.

“Do you not want to?” Jake questioned, barely slowing down again in case Danny actually wanted him to stop and edge him once more.

“No! I want to! I wanna cum!” the words burst out of Danny just before his load did. He spilled out onto Jake's hand, some splattering across his stomach and chest.

Jake waited for it to stop and his breath to return before carefully sliding his fingers out. Danny groaned at the loss, having actually gotten fully used to them by that point.

Their eyes were locked on each other, Danny still in shock from the power of the orgasm he’d just had and so incredibly thankful to the man above him who gave it to him.

Lifting his hand, Jake inspected the mess that had been made, and before anything could be said to stop him, he licked it clean.

“That is not what I had in mind when you said you'd show me” Danny stared up at Jake with starry eyes and a blissed out expression.

“You liked it though” Jake hovered over his messy body and planted a firm kiss right on his lips.

“Now,” he leaned back again and grabbed the aching bulge in his boxers, “are you going to change your mind and stay? Or do I need to take care of this on my own?”

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[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-10-23

Testing the limits of my kitchen

Listening: I've been using my enormous playlist of Japanese Jazz Fusion as background music at home. This is Galactic Funk by Casiopeia.

Reading: There's a great PBS video on insect metamorphosis that debunks the whole Butterfly Soup thing and explains the much, much more bizarre truth: even before they enter a chrysalis, caterpillars have started to develop butterfly parts inside their bodies. Big chunky caterpillars contain a half-built butterfly. Inside the chrysalis they simultaneously dissolve the remainder of the caterpillar parts and finish the butterfly on the existing scaffolding.

There's a great paper referenced in that video which is this one, which is about findings from time-lapsed 3D CAT scans (which I guess makes it 4D) of caterpillars as they pupate.

There's actually quite a few interesting papers on following metamorphosis with modern imaging technology, including a big old thesis that I have only just started to dig into and that I do not understand.

Watching: Nothing.

Playing: I got a little obsessed with Bullets Per Minute, a rhythm FPS roguelike. Well, more of a tempo FPS roguelike, since you have to fire, reload, jump and dash on a very regular 88bpm 4/4 rock/metal soundtrack. Here, I've cut some clips together.

Hell of a lot of fun, I've been in the market for a really fast paced shooter. I tried to replay Titanfall 2, which is good. I also had a good time playing Warframe missions I was way too high level for, eventually I remembered watching the ZeroPunctuation on this and picked it up.

BPM feels great and is also a really fascinating old-fashioned indie roguelike. The game has almost no tutorials, you just get dropped into levels. Items have absolutely bare minimum descriptions and no hard numbers, the fan wiki is full of notes very clearly the result of trying to puzzle out exact damage numbers and percentile improvements from the player side of the game.

It is not hostile though! Very forgiving accessibility options if you aren't great with rhythm and good difficulty modes. I've done two full clears on normal difficulty and like with most roguelikes, that was a product of familiarity and getting the Good Items early in my run (thank you infinite ammo + revolver)

Making: Made a full spec Wedding Meal (vegetable biryani, dal, and soji) for Friends over the weekend. Easier than I expected! A lot of prep but not actually that time consuming, as long as like me you're good chopping one million vegetables.

Also finished hacking on monctl to have a command line interface. It allows fast USB control of a Gigabyte monitor. I have started poking at Display Data Channel to better generalize monitor control because I want to get a second monitor soon but this works great for now.

Tools and Equipment: If you have a dishwasher you should pretty much always use it to wash, even if it's only half full. Your dishwasher probably uses under 12 liters of water to do a full wash cycle, less on Eco modes. You are almost never going to beat it for economy or sterilization, so the only things you should wash by hand are things you either cannot put in the dishwasher (e.g. cast iron) or things you need washed right now.

[carladuquette]

Carla's and Lu's first New Year's Eve together

(from Close your eyes, count to ten)

Lu's dad dropped her off and Carla waved at him with a sweet smile as Lu got out of the car. They had counted on him not getting out to talk with her parents, and he didn't.

"He really bought it?" Carla wanted to be sure. Lu's grin was wide as she nodded. As far as Lu's dad was concerned, the two of them would spend New Year's Eve watching movies and painting their nails at Carla's. Why he wouldn't let his 13-year-old daughter go to a NYE party with her friends, Carla still didn't know. Her parents hadn't even blinked an eye when she'd asked whether she could spend the night at Guzman and Marina's. But Lu's bright smile had dropped almost immediately after Guzman had invited them on the last day of school before break.

"There's going to be boys there and their parents won't be home, I'm never going to be allowed to go," Lu had said, her nails digging into Carla's arm as she'd dragged her down the hall and into a bathroom stall. Carla had already decided to help - she'd only known Lu for six months, but they had decided that they would be best friends for the rest of their lives, and there was no way Carla would spend New Year's Eve without her - when Lu had looked at her with wide eyes.

"Carla, I can't not go. We have to figure something out." Of course she'd been desperate to go. Guzman had not just invited the two of them to the party, but also to the post-party sleepover, along with only Ander and Polo.

Carla wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what Lu's hopes for the night were. She didn't get what Lu saw in Guzman, but if that's what her best friend wanted, Carla was determined to help. They spent an hour going through the dress options Lu had brought in her overnight bag and finally decided on a black, sparkly dress so short Carla made Lu sit down in it to ensure she could do it without giving everyone a free show. Her own outfit, a satiny dark-green dress with a sweetheart neckline, had been waiting in her closet for weeks. Carla didn't know indecision. She'd seen it, tried it on and immediately loved it. Polo had started stuttering when she'd come out of the dressing room and asked whether he liked it, confirming that it was the right choice.

Now they were getting ready in Carla's bathroom. Lu's tongue was out as she was trying to curl her hair into perfect waves. When Justin Bieber's Sorry came on on the party playlist blasting from Carla's phone, both of them squealed. Lu put down the curling iron, took another swig from the champagne bottle Carla had swiped from her parents (who were off with Guzman and Marina's parents on a three-day trip to La Gomera) and came up bouncing behind her. Carla laughed, took her hands and twirled.

A few songs later, Carla was sitting on the counter with her eyes closed as Lu applied the metallic eyeliner they had both bought for tonight, Lu in silver and Carla in gold. There'd been a copper tone perfect for Marina's hair color but Carla had decided against getting it for her. Marina's current thing was animal cruelty and Carla didn't want another lecture like the one she'd gotten when she and Marina had gone on a - now pretty rare - shopping trip downtown and she had tried a hand cream that Marina had been appalled by. Researching Estee Lauder was too much work for a small gift like this.

"Ready!" Lu sounded proud and Carla could see why when she checked herself in the mirror.

"I love it," she told Lu. "You are so good at this! Thank god your dad bought that story. I wouldn't have had any fun without you tonight."

Lu stood on her tiptoes to hug her. "Me neither. But now it's going to be the best New Year's Eve ever!"

A few hours later, Lu's eyeliner was mostly gone from the water Carla had splashed on her face in a brief break from having to hold her hair back. They had been in here for at least 20 minutes and Carla was glad she'd had the wherewithal to drag Lu into Laura and Ventura's en-suite, so they didn't have to deal with everyone else wanting to use the main first floor bathroom.

Lu was still leaning over the toilet but hadn't thrown up in a few minutes. Carla rubbed her shoulder. "Better?" She nodded. After a brief hug, Carla let Lu settle on the floor and filled one of the porcelain toothbrush tumblers with water. One of the first things she had been impressed by when Lu had first walked into class after summer break was that she'd looked at least 15. But the girl now crouched in a glittery heap on the floor didn't look any older than the thirteen-and-a-half that she was.

"Guzman didn't see, did he?" Lu asked so quietly that Carla almost missed it. "That I nearly…"

"No," Carla said with utter confidence. "He was in the kitchen getting more chips. Don't worry."

What good would it do Lu to tell her the truth? That Guzman had walked in just as Lu had pressed her hand to her mouth, her face suddenly pale and Carla had noticed in a split-second that they'd only had a few moments before Lu would throw up all over the Nuniers' large dining table. They had made it to the bathroom just in time.

"Thank god." Lu let her head fall back against the wall behind her.

Carla made a non-committal noise. "If you didn't feel good, why didn't you stop?" She let a little grin creep into her voice. "This isn't your first time getting drunk, you should know better."

"I do!" Lu opened her eyes and Carla snorted when she saw the indignant look in them. The pissed off expression stayed on Lu's face for a few seconds longer, then she joined in with Carla's giggle.

The change came quickly, but Carla saw it even before Lu lurched forward again. She held her friend's hair as Lu emptied what looked like the last contents of her stomach into the toilet. After wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper, Lu made a pathetic little noise and leaned into Carla.

"I really wanted to win," she mumbled. Carla bit her tongue to not say how stupid she'd thought the whole game was from the very beginning. Someone had lined up two rows of tequila shots along the entire length of the dining table. Two people played on both sides. The players took turns downing the shots and the last one standing after the other three had bowed out won. Carla and Lu had both played once and were beaten by Juan, a junior who was on the swim team with Guzman.

When Carla had seen Lu glance at the show Guzman had made of congratulating Juan, hugging him and loudly proclaiming him to be "the man!", she'd known that Lu would want to go again. But before Lu, Ander, Marina and that blonde kid from debate were even halfway done, Guzman had lost interest in watching and wandered off. Lu had made it two-thirds down the table, and Marina and Felipe (Francisco?) had already stepped away, when she'd gotten sick. It figured, Carla thought, that Guzman had more or less ignored Lu the entire night, but was there to raise his eyebrows and smirk at them as she dragged her off to the bathroom.

"Do you want to go home?" she asked as she tugged a strand of hair behind Lu's ear.

"No!" Lu sounded scandalized. "We're doing the sleepover! Can we just sit for a little bit longer? I can't go back out there yet."

Carla agreed, but then she had a better idea. "I know the way to the roof, Marina showed me. How about I grab a Diet Coke and whatever is left of the pizza and we get some fresh air up there?"

"You know I can't have more pizza," Lu said flatly.

Carla latched onto the fact that the reply sounded mostly like a tired reflex. "But you've just thrown up for like half an hour. All the food you've had tonight is out of your body, so it totally doesn't count," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

Lu looked up at her like she wanted to be convinced, so Carla added: "Plus you need something to soak up the alcohol."

"Fine." Her voice sounded reluctant but the small smile on her face was grateful.

Carla moved quickly and managed to sneak into the kitchen and out with the pizza and diet coke without running into Polo, who at this point had to be looking for her. When she got back to the master suite, Lu had made it to the bedroom. Carla instructed her to grab the down comforter ("I don't want to freeze to death"), then dragged her out of the room, around the corner and up the stairs. There were about 15 seconds where Carla was convinced that Lu would fall from Marina's window, hit the ground and break her legs instead of making it onto the roof, and she regretted her decision bitterly.

But that was forgotten when they finally sat on the roof, the sounds from the party distant below them and the clear night sky stretching out above them. Lu's left arm and leg were pressed into her right so they could both fit into the comforter cocoon they had wrapped themselves in. Lu stuck out a hand and Carla gave her the last slice of cheese pizza.

"This is really cool." Lu sounded almost in awe and Carla felt giddiness bubble in her chest like champagne.

"The first time I was drunk was up here," she told Lu. "Marina and I decided we had to know what it was like so it wouldn't take us by surprise when other people were around."

"Smart," Lu managed through her laugh.

"I had brought a bottle of wine and she had swiped like four beers from Guzman. He'd caught her, but he couldn't exactly tell their parents that Marina had taken his beer." Now Carla had tears of laughter running down her cheeks, too.

She told Lu about how her and Marina had been convinced it wasn't working until Marina had tried to get up and almost fallen off the roof.

"Why don't you hang out as much anymore?" Lu asked her.

Carla shrugged. "I don't know. Marina has changed." They were quiet for a moment until Carla decided to change the subject.

"Hey, didn't you say Valerio might stop by after midnight if his friend's party sucked? It is," she checked her phone, "almost 1:30. Do you think he's still coming?"

"No," Lu said immediately.

Carla frowned. That was weird. "Ooook… Did something happen?"

"We…" Lu wouldn't look at her. She pulled the comforter closer around her, which ended up pulling Carla so close, she could hear her friend's quick breaths. "We had a fight." She finally looked up with a smile so obviously fake Carla was almost offended, and rolled her eyes. "Val thinks Guzman is kind of an idiot, I told him he was an idiot and then we were both yelling. So yeah, he's definitely not coming."

Carla was inclined to agree with Valerio at least half the time, but all she said was "I'm sorry." She knew how excited Lu had been about her half-brother spending his three-week winter break in Spain.

"Sometimes I wish I had a brother. Or a sister." Carla didn't know where the words had come from. She had never said them out loud before. Polo would take it as meaning that he wasn't enough to keep her happy and Marina would go off on a rant and offer her Guzman, Carla was pretty sure.

She could feel Lu look at her for a few seconds. "Yeah, I get that," she said softly then. "Being alone with your parents kinda sucks, right?"

"It's a lot sometimes," Carla said. She bit her lip. Why did her voice sound so weird? "They have all these expectations…"

Suddenly she felt Lu's arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder. "Well, I can't take the wineries off your hands," she said with a grin that Carla didn't have to twist her head to see to know it was there. "But you know, you still have me. You're basically like my sister."

Carla couldn't speak for a moment. Then she choked out a "You, too."

Lu pulled away. "Oh my god, are you crying?"

"No!" Carla slapped her arm. "My throat hurts because we've been sitting up here in the cold for forever. Are you ready to go back to the party now?"

"Sure, whatever." Lu dropped the comforter and got up. When Carla was standing, too, Lu enveloped her in a hug. Carla held on tight for a few seconds. Then they made their way back into Marina's room and downstairs to the party.

[thealtoduck]

Headcanons for Male Black Cat!Reader…

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: I have rewatched Scream Queens so sexual and rude vocabulary, theft, shoplifting, low key kleptomania…

Summary: Play whatever ”Baddie” playlist you have…

——

A good question would be why you, wanted to be the Black Cat. In all honesty you had no real reason to run around in tight black spandex.

Were you in need of the things you stole?… no.

You are the hottest guy at midtown high so are there better things you could be doing?… definetely.

You couldn’t really explain why you did what you did, it was just… fun.

Guess from an outside perspective one could say you were just easily bored… or possibly some kind of sociopath *shrugs in don’t care*

But if someone asked you’d probably go with the first option of being easily bored. Which to be fair you definetely were considering what your social life looked like, in the words of Beyoncé ”It’s fine, it’s boring but it’s… whatever”

All of your friends are these rich kids who are forced by their parents to go to a school of science and technology and all they ever do is party and drink and other more explicit stuff.

Your parents aren’t much better, your father is an upper middle class alcholic who takes a shot of vodka at every meal, and most likely wouldn’t notice if you smuggled in 5 guys into the house for an orgy. And your dear mother is a prison inmate.

The most fun thing you had in your life was your popular TikTok account which was basically just you doing a bunch of thirst traps and getting a bunch of followers and sponsors for it, which was only fun because you were getting payed to look hot next to the product of whatever crappy brand sponsored you, it’s basically the perfect scam because it’s perfectly legal to profit of other peoples thistyness.

But even that didn’t really make you feel that much. The only time you’ve ever felt truly alive was one time a year ago when you and your friend went shopping for clothes.

You had tried on a pair of cute sunglasses and forgot to put them back as you and your friend walked around the store. The tag had been put on badly so it fell of at some point, so no one noticed the glasses weren’t yours when you left. The security camera guy must’ve been sleeping.

When you realised you were wearing the sunglasses you knew you were supposed to feel guilty about accidentally shoplifting, but you didn’t. In your mind you only had the sunglasses because of other peoples incompitence so why would you return them.

But in some way it also made you feel satisfied as if you had outsmarted everyone who worked there.

So you tried shoplifting something else and then something else and then some more. You weren’t really suprised how easily stealing came to you after all your mother is in prison for cat burguling.

You kept going bigger and bigger with what you stole until you crafted your own persona the Black Cat. You used your technical skills to craft yourself an awesome make shift suit with different parts and equipment you stole.

You took your suit out for a test to a jewelry store during the night. You snuck in and out, you easily managed to get some rings and a diamond necklace.

As you were back on rooftop you felt satisfied with your suits performance when you heard a voice behind you. ”The jewelry store is still open? Those poor workers, victims of capitalism.” He said sarcastically.

You had totally forgotten that Spider-Man was around during the night. ”Oh please, it’s not like they are the ones who mine the gems and the metals or make the jewelry. They get the easy part” you said trying to distract him with conversation while you found an escape route.

”Oh yeah, that’s true, i hope these are not one of those stores that get gems and- Wait! Where are you going?!” He started but then realised you had made a run for it. He started chasing after you.

Spider-Man would soon realise that you were no easy catch as he chased you over several buildings. Not only were you fast but you were skilled acrobat who easily made your way over or under obstacles.

You realised you wouldn’t be able to outrun him. So it was time to show what happened when you mess with a Black Cat.

You jumped the gap to another building and as soon as you landed you dropped a bunch of small marbles you brought and you heard from the thud behind you that they worked.

However when you looked back he was still on your tail. You looked around and saw the perfect place to get rid of someone a construction site. You used your suits grappling hook to grapple over to the building that was under construction and landed in what you’d describe a maze of metal beams.

You found somewhere to hide and waited for Spider-Man so you could sneak up on him. You heard his voice from below you saying ”Come out kitty, kitty, kitty.” When his back was turned you jumped out with you leg extended for a kick.

But he doged out of the way right in the last second and said ”Almost got me”. So you started throwing hands… paws?… claws?… whatever! You started fighting him.

You managed to lure him towards one of the metal beams on the to-be-buildings edge. You shot your grappling hook to the beam above you and grabbed Spider-Man in what looked like a hug and jumped of the beam towards the ground and let go of Spider-Man. You then activated your grappling hook and was pulled up towards the building again as you watched Spider-Man fall.

You then swung away from you construction sight and onto another rooftop. ”I’m good” you said proudly but less then a second later you were tackled to the ground at the rooftops edge. You looked at your attacker and saw that Spider-Man had managed to catch himself from the fall. ”But i’m better” he said in a cocky tone as he pinned you down with your hands over your head.

”Damn, i like you on top of me” you said sensually probably making him go all red in the face under the mask. You noticed that his grip had loosened on your arms, it was easy to make him lose consentration. So you seized the moment and wrestled an arm lose and used it to grip his mask and pull it up over his mouth and push you lips to his.

To your suprise he didn’t pull back. While he was distracted you readied yourself and kicked him off you and threw him of the rooftop into the ally below, where he landed nicely in a dumpster.

You looked down into the ally and said loudly ”Well i gotta go, but just so you know i had a really good time and you’re a nice kisser Spider!”. You then ran off into the night leaving a quite defeated and smelly Spider-Man behind.

The next day…

Peter woke up the next day still feeling sore from his Spider-Man activities the day before. He opened TikTok on his phone and went to his for you page and saw his school crush Y/n Hardy doing some trendy oversexual dance shirtless in just shorts and some jewelry.

Aunt May walked into to his room and told him it was time for breakfast but then she noticed something. ”Peter, you gotta take a shower, you smell like you’ve been thrown in a dumpster” she said in a maternal tone.

[atinywhore]

chapter 1

ateez x reader

word count: 2873

warnings: violence, use of knife, swearing, a pathetic man but what man isn't pathetic am I right? , mentions of previous abuse, drugging?

an: this chapter one to my mafia series. this will turn into a yunho x reader over time but its gonna be a slow burn typa thing ;p. I have been dying to write this and get it posted and share with the world! please be kind, give lots of love and enjoy you dirty hoes:)

p.s: I'm getting this ins just in time for yunho's b-day! SO happy birthday to our puppy! I love him and dear god I hope none of them know about fan fiction and how crazy we all are lol

also lol I have playlist that I wrote this too... if you'd like to listen to it lmk and maybe I could drop the link..

tag list: @ch0isa99ie @mingigoo @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99 @mirror-juliet @spiderlilyfics

edited 01/12/24

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The sound of bone crunching and the metallic smell of blood flooded my senses, drawing me from my swirling thoughts. “Do you know how much you owe us old man?” The newly opened cut bleeds, the bright red liquid now running down his cheek and onto his ripped wife beater. Stuttering in fear at the man wielding the knife in front of him, trying to get his response out. “Huh? Can’t fucking speak now? How about I take out your tongue, then you really won’t be able to.” I see my brother grab the old man’s tongue and pull it from his mouth. “Enough W. We need him to be able to talk. For now.” He stops, just as the steel is about to cut off the muscle. Stepping closer to the disgrace of a man before me, his dirty brown eyes follow my movements, growing even wider with fear as I am now merch inches from him. 

“My brother tells me that you owe one of our casinos a rather large sum.” I gesture back to my other brother, Y,  who is casually leaning against the metal beam of some warehouse we are in. “He has also informed me that you have had plenty of notices and still have outright refused to pay what we are owed.” The man begins to sputter out apologies and excuses, pleading for his life. “If you can’t pay… then you have two options, old man.” His eyes,  now white with fear. “Option one, you die.” The man began to cry when the word “die” left my lips. Scoffing, I kick my boot out and it connects with his shin. The faint crunch of bones is almost like music to my ears. He screams out in curses and pleas for this torture to be over. “Option two, you pay upfront with an equal or better value of your existing debt.” 

30 minutes go by of nothing but continued sobs and empty promises, I am starting to get fed up with this man. “Okay since you don’t have anything of value to offer as payment, I guess  there’s only one option left..” I can see the material of the light gray sweatpants the man is wearing grow dark around his crotch and then being hit with the stench of piss. “No- no please! I’ll give you anything you want but please-PLEASE don’t kill me.” W comes back over to the man from where he was standing and crouches down until they are at eye level. “We have already determined that you have nothing we want, old man.” 

He frantically searched his mind for some way to keep him from his death sentence but he seemed to come up blank. Thoroughly annoyed now with this pitiful excuse of a man I looked towards W, clearly itching to get his hands dirty, I nod, giving him the signal to do what he does best. I watch him stalk towards his prey, his eyes black as the suit I’m wearing. Knowing what’s going to happen next, I make my leave, not wanting to stain my new suit. 

“Please, please you have to spare me! I can’t die! I have little ones to take care of!” W laughed. I heard the man scream out in pain as the knife tears apart the man’s skin. “We know everything about you.” Not turning around to face the scene behind me. “We know where you live and work. We know how much money you make every year and how much of it you blow at our casinos. We also happen to know that you have one daughter who is 20, so don’t bother trying to lie to us.” It’s almost as if I can hear the wheels turning in his head, the rusty cogs scraping against each other like it’s been years since he last thought something through. “Wait!” I almost debate not stopping and keeping going. But, curiosity takes over and I turn back to the bloody man before me. “Take her.” I go hot with anger. “You are even more pathetic than I thought you were.” I can feel Yeo's presence to my left, also curious at the man’s offer. “P-Pplease, she's young and good-looking. I’m sure she could fill any… needs you might have for her.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at this scum in front of me. “So what you're telling me old man, is that you would rather your child be used, in every possible way by my brothers and me instead of you paying for your debt?” I circle the man who has now gone pale, either from the loss of blood or from the situation he is now in. I stop next to W and he hands me the knife. The handle is now sticky with the dried blood, the cool gray steel is painted with spots of dark brownish-red blood. I take the tip of the blade and press the point to my middle finger, holding the weapon on display for the quivering man before me. 

~

The 8 of us are brothers by choice not by blood. We found each other at our worst, tackling our demons together, to become the most powerful men in all of Aurora. No one can hurt us anymore, as long as we have each other. 

One of my elder brothers and our leader, Hong Joon, is the fiercest of us all. He is the man who rules the other 7 of us, running the entire city of Aurora simultaneously. Our leader is the glue that holds us all together, making us a family. 

We keep our leader a mystery to the public, so in his stead, I have become the face of our company and the worst fear to anyone within the boundaries of our city. My name, Yunho, has replaced The Boogeyman. My name, never spoken. Like by just saying my name, might summon me. 

There is one other boss excluding Hongjoon and myself, Seonghwa. He is just as bat shit crazy as the rest of us but he keeps the most level of headed, taking into account the reality of our decisions. 

The direct responsibilities of our control are divided and handled by the rest of my brothers. Yeosang runs all the gambling, strip, and nightclubs. 

San is in charge of acquiring and handling the maintenance of the entirety of our real estate. 

Mingi runs interference between law enforcement, making sure there isn’t anything that could cause drastic repercussions to our rule. 

Wooyoung is the craziest. He finds and supplies us and all of our men with weapons of all different kinds. He has connections with everyone and next to me he is the most feared of us all, but we rarely let him off his leash, or else a lot of people could get hurt. 

Lastly, Jongho, the strongest of us all, controls every soldier under our payroll, ensuring their loyalty by any means necessary. He hires the best and trains the worst to beat the best. 

~

“I’m going to repeat myself once again.” I drag the knife across his collarbone and shoulder blades as I continue to circle him slowly. “You would rather your daughter suffer for your negligence than yourself?” I stop in front of him and look down at the man. A bright red line now dominated the man’s clavicle, no doubt rounding to his back. The man's face is now slack, trying to fight against the pain. My knife now stopped above his heart. I press the blade deeper into his muscle. His face contorts and he finally answers “Yes, I would rather you take her than I die! She is a useless daughter anyways.” He screams out as I press further into his skin, bloodstains his beater. I can feel the muscle separating from itself as the knife glides deeper into his chest. I rip the knife from the man's chest causing him to scream out. “Wooyoung take care of him but don’t kill him, for now.” Yeosang follows me out of one of our many warehouses, leaving Wooyoung to do this thing. 

~

Hongjoon is waiting for us in his office when we get back to the loft. We handle all of our business at a location separate from where we live. We try to keep the work away from home as much as we can, but sometimes it’s unavoidable, like the situation we were just called into. I was not supposed to be called out today, but Yeosang brought the man's immense debt to our attention and my appearance became necessary. 

“How’d it go Yunho?” Hongjoon said without looking up from the stack of papers in front of him. He looked so regal in this state. His royal blue suit without a single wrinkle or flaw. His jacket was unbuttoned showing the thin white button-down underneath, not a single thread out of place. He is the best of us and he always makes sure to look it, even if no one but us sees him. “Are we getting our money?” He looks up and leans back in his chair, leather groaning against his movement, and folds his hands in his lap. 

“What do you think?” I plop down into one of the chairs facing his desk. “The man was practically pissing himself when I made it clear how things work with us.” Yeosang sits down in the chair next to me, elbows resting on his knees as he blows out a long breath. “He told us to take his daughter as payment.” The heels of his hands press into his eyes. 

My brother Yeosang has always had a soft heart. He looked the girl up in the car ride back to the office. Y/n, 20 years old, an only child and now working multiple part-time jobs to support herself and her father. Her mother died when she was only 8 and according to the multitude of hospital reports, her mother was beaten and sexually assaulted often. He didn’t have the heart to look at the massive list of hospital reports for Y/n, no doubt matching her mothers. 

Hongjoon tries to hide his shock when Yeosang pulls out his phone with her life story. We see a lot of things, but not when it comes to this type of situation. We are in foreign territory here. “How I see it is that we have two options.” Hongjoon tears his eyes reluctantly away from the phone, no doubt admiring the photo provided of the girl. 

My stomach turned and my palms sweat when I first saw her picture. How could such a beautiful woman grow out of such horrendous circumstances? The pixels that made up this godly woman made every hair stand on my body and this tremendous urge came to pull her from the darkness and protect her. I shoved the phone back into Yeosang’s hands and moved away from those thoughts, I had to. I can’t go down that road again. “Our first option is to just kill the man and leave her to pay off her father's debt.” I can see Hongjoon’s eyebrow furl with hesitation, the break-in in his neutral expression. He too has been hooked by the girl. “Or we take the girl as his payment and make the man suffer for his cowardice.” Yeosang shakes his head in agreement with my second option and Hongjoon too agrees, now we just need the rest of the family to agree. 

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The night shift at the diner was the worst. I always get stuck with the graveyard shift because I’m the new hire. I haven’t had a single customer come in for almost two hours. I have already cleaned, stocked, and prepped everything for my relief to come in, but that won't be for another 3 hours. I won’t have much time before I need to get to the bar to pull a double. 

I’m sitting in one of the booths, rereading my favorite book when I notice headlights pulling into the parking lot. Marking my place, I get up and make my way over to the counter to grab my notepad. I can’t help but yawn as I stretch out my stiff muscles. The bell rings and the click of footsteps quickly fills the diner, drowning out the soft pop playing in the background. “Hello, welcome to Granny’s-” I can’t manage to finish my sentence as I turn around to see 4 expensive-looking men looking around the diner. All have their heads turned but the tallest, his eyes are locked on mine. 

The purple and blue fluorescents highlight his features from the fullness of his lips to the darkness lurking in his eyes. He fixes the gold cufflinks at the ends of his sleeves slowly and my attention is drawn to the full length of the man before me. His broad shoulders, lean torso, and legs are covered in a well-fitted black suit. His large hands move to the buttons of his jacket. The black pristine shirt underneath hangs from his frame. Not only does he scream beauty but the way he’s looking at me has my senses heightened and muscles tighten, ready to run at a moment's notice. Danger emanates from this mysterious man and a small part of me is intrigued by the fear. 

His companions moved about the diner, all equally put together and dangerous as the one still stood in front of me. “Um. If you’d like to take a seat I can get you started with something to drink.” I motion to the booth I had just been sitting at. “No need, we won't be here for long. We just came to collect something that belongs to us.” 

My mouth went dry as I realized I was now encircled by the men. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the kitchen, where the back door was. “What do you mean?” I stand frozen. “We came to take what's owed to us girl.” One of the men spoke from behind me, causing me to turn to face him. He was not as tall as the previous one I faced, but he looked to be the strongest out of the four of them. 

“I don’t understand what’s going on here. I don’t know any of you.” I spun slowly in a circle to face them all until I made eye contact with the tallest of them once again. He smirked and took a step toward me. I moved a step further away. We kept our steps up until I was flush with the counter, only feet away from my only attempt at escape. Fear crawled down my spine and sweat-dampened parts all over my body. My pulse quickened with each step he took closer to me. I should take the chance and run for safety, but my brain doesn’t send the signal. Something within the danger of the man pursuing me sedates me. 

“You don’t know us Y/n, but we know all about you.” The darkness of his gaze and the roughness of his voice strikes fear deep inside of me. “We won’t hurt you y/n, as long as you come with us without causing any problems.” The man to my right says, turning my attention to him for a split second. Something about his sharp features and warm eyes sends a wave of calm over me, but it disappears as I take in the man towering over me now. 

“You belong to us now Y/n.” I stare up at him as I shake, either out of fear or because of the proximity between us now. My hands grip the edge of the counter behind me, steading me as my head spins. “How? I mean… How could this have happened-” The realization hits me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes and my face flushed from anger. “The fucking bastard.” Coming out barely a whisper, I let my head hang as the emotions wash over me. All hitting me like a bus, pulling me back in time to when I was still stuck under his control. I thought I had managed to finally escape him, but I guess he wasn’t finished using me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” I push the man away from me but his hand grips my wrist, keeping it in place on his chest. 

“Yes, you will.” He uses my arm to pull me even closer to him. I’m now straining my neck back to look him in the eyes. My own widened with shock as I see his lips curl up into an intimidating smile. “Your father traded his daughter as payment for his debt to us and the one thing you need to know about us y/n is that we always collect our payments.” Before I can respond, a cloth comes from my left and the stench fills my nostrils and soon my lungs. My senses dull and my vision blurs. The last thing I feel before my world goes black is being held and the mumbling of voices.

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

I have a few study tips!

- Colour code! By this I mean get a bunch of pens in different colours, or highlighters, or both. Different pen or highlighter colour for different topic (syntax section is green & grammar review is red for example). Then whenever you take a test, use the same colours. I can't explain it but the association helps a lot with memory.

- If you're able, chew flavoured gum while you study and chew the same flavour when testing. Same idea as colours - the association helps with memory - but also helps you quietly stim.

- If your teacher(s) are flexible/willing, tell them you struggle to focus during tests (if you feel safe, mention you have a disability; in the USA at least, they're usually not allowed legally to ask questions if the accommodation is reasonable, & they're absolutely not allowed to force you to show them a diagnosis (they're not entitled to your medical records) - thank the ADA for this) and ask to listen to music (via headphones/earbuds). They may worry this means you'll listen to cheat-y materials, so if you're able to offer to let them see your playlist. If they let you have headphones in, then make a study playlist! This can be classical music, music in another language that you don't know, or music that you've already memorized the lyrics to. This means your brain won't have to or be able to process new lyrics, but it will give you consistent association with your chosen category (or even a mix of all three if desired). Arrange it in whatever order you want, then keep it in your desired order while you study and play it in that same order when you take the test. The familiar order will help you remember.

- Please please please let yourself use fidget “toys”/tools. Chewing gum, music, foot swings for your chair, wobbly chairs, quiet fidget spinners (metal is quieter than plastic), fidget cubes.... Fidgeting with ADHD helps your brain produce enough dopamine to maintain focus and helps regulate emotions so you won't get too overwhelmed and stressed. Find the ones that work for you in a classroom & in a study space, & use them. You're not stealing resources from anyone, even if you're undiagnosed. They're tools to help anyone who needs them and they're not a finite (limited) resource. Buy them, request them from your school (or university) if your school can provide them, enter free giveaways— just make sure to accommodate yourself first.

- Once you do get a diagnosis, medication does sincerely help some of us with ADHD & may be worth exploring. If you can't use meds, explore some natural options to make it a little easier (nicotine, weed if it's legal where you are, coffee (if it puts you to sleep too much, try adding creamer, half & half, milk, &/or sugar - the sweetness will help keep you awake/alert when the caffeine balances out your dopamine)) but be careful because people with ADHD are more likely to get addicted (dopamine seeking).

This isn't an exhaustive list but it'll give y'all (anon & anyone out there who hasn't asked yet) a place to start. 💜

~Nico (he/they)

Undiagnosed Adhd culture is beating up yourself for the being "lazy" because that's what society has led you to believe but you just have ADHD really

Side note* I need study tips for ADHD peeps bc I really can't do the pomodoro sht and other tips people give me TT

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[rozcdust]

Waste it on me

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 700ish and pretty pictures

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, sugar daddy/ sugar baby relationship, age gap (both are consenting adults), suggestive, breaking and entering, reader is a petty bitch, everyone is what the french call a fucking idiot

pt. 1 | previous | pt. 28 C | next | playlist| backstory | angst route

To say Taiju was thrilled when you shot him a text, requesting him to go shopping with you, would be an understatement.

He was absolutely delighted.

You rarely ever spent time with him lately, always busy and caught up in your own life, but he still appreciated those days you chose to spend with him, even if it is to irritate him as a reminder why he has to practice breathing exercises and go to anger management classes.

Or try to convince him Jesus was reincarnated in the form of Lenin with a 38 slideshow PowerPoint.

“Tai, over here, dumbass!” You yelled from a swing set in front of the mall, alerting him to your presence.

He would have scowled at your childish antics if he were younger, but he has long since grown used to your bullshit, so he merely walked over with his usual resting bitch face.

“Okay, so,” You started, hopping off the swing set, dusting yourself off, “I need your help.”

Taiju raised a sceptical eyebrow.

“So Valentine’s is coming up and-“

Taiju tuned you out, and made a quick mental note to pray for your already damned soul.

“And I really don’t know, so can you help?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Were you thinking about sky papi again?”

“Don’t call him that, I beg of you.”

“Keep begging and I’ll think about it.”

“I won’t pay your tuition anymore.”

“Now hold up-“

“What is she doing?” Senju muttered, her hair under a cap with sunglasses and a fake mustache covering her face as he stares at you from the store opposite the jewelry shop, hiding in between clothing racks.

“Cheating.” Sanzu muttered next to her, hiding his totally unnoticeable hair underneath a wig, hiding his face and scars with a surgical mask.

“You two are insane.” Kakucho mumbled, who has a bucket hat and unibrow forcefully drawn on his face.

The three of them were absolutely the most suspicious people in the damn store.

“I don’t like the way she is dragging that guy around.” Sanzu narrowed his eyes, peeking above the clothing rack to see better.

You dragged Taiju away, out of their sight, and Senju quickly put away the dress she pretended to look at, gesticulating at Sanzu they have to move***.

Sanzu nodded, and on cue, pulled Kakucho along.

Kakucho merely sighed.

He really didn’t think you were cheating, Takeomi and you weren’t even fucking dating, and Kakucho was damn well aware how disgustingly in love with Takeomi you were, he saw it every time he was forced to witness your overly affectionate actions towards the older man at meetings.

And the fact you called Kakucho a minimum of 3 times a week to just talk about ‘Takeomi this, Takeomi that’.

While his own love life was suffering.

Ugh.

“They’re entering a jewelry store.” Senju noted, quickly turning to Sanzu and Kakucho, “Let’s split up so we cover more ground. Sanzu, go in this store, I’ll go in this one, and Kakucho, sit on a bench and pretend to be on your phone.”

Kakucho would have said no, but something told him that was in fact, not a damn option.

The 9th circle of hell had nothing on his life.

“Do you think your partner would prefer a watch or a bracelet? Maybe a necklace? Or a ring? The jeweler suggested, showing you multiple pieces of way too shiny rocks and metal that probably cost half a year of your rent.

Luckily, you saved up quite a bit of money Takeomi gave you, and sold some things he bought you that you determined to be not your style, plus put aside the money Taiju paid you for your work with his restaurant, so you could afford it.

Probably.

Hopefully.

You helplessly looked up at Taiju, trying to ask him for advice, but he merely shrugged, shaking his head.

Useless, I tell you.

Useless.

You smile a tight-lipped smile at the jeweler.

“Sorry, may I take a second to ask my partner’s sister?”

The jeweler smiled politely.

“Naturally, ma’am.”

You needed the gift to be perfect.

After a couple of lengthy conversations with Mitsuya and Hakkai, you decided to finally grow some balls and ask Takeomi out, for real, for a real cutesy cheesy date.

What’s the worst that can happen?

🔖Taglist (closed):

@1818cigarettes @dilf-city @wakasa-wifey @rinsie @kisekihany @missarabellla @bajifairyy @cryszus @r-xochitl @emilywaters @m0rrax @levistiddies @bxnten @spookygeto @graythecoffeebean @yukihime-mikeys-girl @mukounisuru-gashadokuro @sunahyejin @crybabylisa @yamaguccitadashi @minoozi @trashmemebitch @frogtits1 @sup-zfam @whydohumansss @xashiui @bontens-whore @nqctre @kennyb0y @chaoticyuna @haitanihime @adeptiixiao @denkis-slut @wakasagurl @dontfollowmelol @yukimaniac @marrymemanjiro @icedsnowbow @somniari-94 @haikyuu-simps-assemble @gulfkfl @lumi-does-some-stuff @hana-patata @snowyseungs @sanzuswh0re @itsyournumber1whore @lem0nsquizy @nana-phobia @nina-and-the-mirror-realm (second taglist in the comments! please let me know if i forgot to tag you 💕)

[hellfiresky]

The "My Playlist Understands Me Better Than My Therapist" Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @orangez3st!

Okay, so this is going to be long because I have a playlist for literally everything. Blame my AuDHD and my complete inability to rawdog life for that.

Most of the time, the easiest way for me to get things done is to pretend I’m a fictional character - of course, within the Star Wars universe. These playlists help me take on those personas whilst doing some menial tasks. Also, I’m polyjamorous, so enjoy this clusterfuck of playlists!

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BOUNTY HUNTER (Commuting to work, also works when I'm working in the field) Welcome to Night City - Head Splitter This fanmade soundtrack for Cyberpunk 2077 makes you feel like you're on your way to a job with Boba Fett, a few klicks away from your target. It works even better if you’re on a train, watching the cityscape rush by as you plot your next move.

Pussy Whipped - Bikini Kill (Album) There’s nothing like tracking your target, or following Google Maps and dodging traffic, with riot grrrl classics playing in the background. Alien She makes me feel like a Twi’lek bounty hunter, decked in armour, besties with Aurra Sing and Deathstick, and probably in some complicated situations with Doctor Aphra.

I Got Friends - Warmduscher This track wakes you up and makes you feel untouchable, because you’re under the protection of the Hutt Cartel.

SLICER (Doing some boring office work) Musique - Daft Punk (Album) Daft Punk might be a predictable choice, but seriously, try it. Just imagine yourself cracking through Black Sun’s systems or idk teaming up with Doctor Aphra (yes, I’m obsessed with her).

Sounds from the Galactic Skylanes (Album) I’ve spent way too much time curating this playlist and hanging out at Pyloon’s Saloon every time I play Jedi: Survivor. This in-house music makes me feel like BD-1 is keeping me company.

Orff Infernalis - Fratura (Album) Because nothing like clacking your keyboard whilst blasting an antifascist black metal record.

CLONE TROOPER (At the gym, wall climbing, running, freediving) Jedi Temple March (Order 66 Theme) I play this on repeat whilst doing my inclined walk - currently at 12–15 incline. It’s tough, but just pretend you’re a trooper under Appo, marching on the Jedi Temple to execute the order. And no, you cannot hold the handrails on the treadmill or StairMaster because you’re holding your blaster! Does it feel heavy? Of course it does - you’re wearing armour. Keep pushing!

The Clones This track is my go-to for strength workouts, or swimming/freediving. Maybe if I push hard enough, Rex would be proud of me. Or maybe Kit Fisto would appreciate my freediving skills! I mean, I can dive in just a swimsuit, no scuba, just like him.

The Bad Batch Theme Perfect soundtrack for wall climbing and bouldering! Tell me it doesn’t feel like you’re part of the Batch pulling off some of their ridiculous stunts and adventures when you listen to this. 10/10 climbing music.

Paranoid - Black Sabbath (Album) There’s nothing like listening to War Pigs whilst you’re running. It makes you run faster because it feels like you’re on Umbara, with Umbarans chasing you down and Pong Krell (fuck that guy) barking orders, completely ignoring your wellbeing. You can’t stop! You can only run and keep shooting. Stopping isn’t an option! Don’t worry, though - treason is near.

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Fiction writing I’ve actually made several playlists for fiction writing! I mostly listen to Songs from the Underworld because my main fic is set there, and honestly, I’ll find any excuse to take the story to the Underworld in my other fics. If you’re interested, below are the playlists!

Seeing Red (Coruscant Underworld) 1313 Seeing Red (Tal's Theme)

Red Tides (Coruscant Guard shinies doing caf runs) Red Tides Written in Red (Being a war journalist in Clone Wars) Written in Red

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Well, that was a lot of fun to make! Consider yourself tagged if you see this. No pressure tag: @arliganzey, look like this game is right up your alley!

The "My Playlist Understands Me Better Than My Therapist" Tag Game

So of course I can’t find the post now, but as a writer, particularly a clone-centric star wars fan fiction writer, the concept of the music subgenre the internet calls “hornysad” made me laugh for about 3 business days.

Nobody asked, but in the spirit of having raging ✨seasonal deppresh✨ and a barnacle of creative block on my ass, here are three examples of music I listen to that either speak to my hornysad goblin, or ignite the hornysad goblin within me.

Sleep Token — particularly ‘Rain’ or ‘The Apparition’ or ‘The Summoning’ (I don’t feel like I need to explain this one + there’s also something about mysterious identity that we’ve agreed is hot— why else would “the helmet stays on” be a tag on AO3?)

The Cure — I mean come on…‘High’? ‘Just Like Heaven’? ‘Burn’? I thought of them first for this tbh.

RAYE — her sped up versions of ‘Flip a Switch’ & ‘Escapism’ are simultaneously big sexy and big sad.

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Opening the floor to all my fellow clone-loving goblins, particularly @jetii @dystopicjumpsuit @cloneflo99 @captn-trex @lonewolflupe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @ghostymarni @vodika-vibes @eobe — because I feel like if anyone is going to understand what I’m talking about, it’s you 😂😂

Everyone (18+ obvs) is welcome to join in because I’d love to get to know you feral clone goblins a little better ♥️ I also picked 3 bc this shit apparently makes up like, 87% of my Spotify account 🤷🏼‍♀️

Bonus: the other draft titles for this post because I’m proud of them and they also deserve an honorable mention:

Help, I've Fallen Into My Sad Girl Era Again and Can't Get Up: A Musical Tag Game

Seasonal Depression's Greatest Hits: The Hornysad Tag Collection