#unless I can find some time in my busy as schedule to find a job (that I'll probs only have Saturday free for xd) and get one myself

[confiaenanaa]

Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it

Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.

You decide what happens next.

PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.

Hugs and bye (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

my assistant - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...

A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!

-Marsh!

-What?!

-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!

Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years. 

Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team. 

The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell? 

Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance. 

Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him. 

However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset. 

The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know. 

She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened. 

She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall. 

Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished. 

He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that? 

She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul. 

-Shit!

-What? What’s wrong?

-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.

Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black. 

Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend. 

The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.

-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long. 

-Anemia?

Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.

-Hey, Marsh. 

-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.

Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.

-And you didn’t do anything about it?

-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?

-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?

-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed. 

-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep! 

-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.

-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.

-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me. 

Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.

-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-

-Get out.

-What?

-Get out, Marsh. Leave.

And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.  

He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.

-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now. 

Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit. 

-What the hell do you want Marsh?

-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.

Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal. 

Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed. 

He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.

[thebubblesareevil]

Strap in Folks it’s time to learn some shit!

As HR manager at my job I have to look at A LOT of applications because we are primarily a seasonal job. We have busy seasons and slow seasons.

IM SO DONE WITH PEOPLE NOT KNOWING HOW TO ADVERTISE THEIRSELF!!!

Allow me to clarify.

If you take a break between jobs or couldn’t find a job

-did you do baby sitting?

-yard work for family members?

You didn’t have a gap!

Make a note of work history as landscaping or childcare!

Gaps in your employment never look good unless you also state you were in school!

If your previous job sucked and you only stayed there for about a week

- you never worked there

Don’t put on there that you only worked a week or lie about how long you worked there!

-I am absolutely allowed to call previous jobs and not only confirm you worked there and ask how long

-first assumption will always be that you were fired (sucks but it’s true). I don’t have any backstory so I won’t assume the job was at fault.

Resumes!

-Your resume should NEVER be tailored to the job you are applying for.

-this is supposed to be a basic outline of what you have done and what you can do

- I hate the autogenerated resumes from indeed because I have to go down a giant list that tells me you know how to use Microsoft 20 times in a different font.

- if you use indeed please submit an actual resume.

ASK SOMEONE TO READ OVER YOUR RESUME BEFORE SUBMITTING IT!!!!!

It never looks good if you misspell cashier or drink…repeatedly.

-keep it short! Unless you are going into a technical field that needs to know a full list of you certifications and the programs you can use, you want to keep it to 1 page. I need a summary, not a life story

SCHOOL IS NOT WORK EXPERIENCE! Do not put on there that you have 4yrs xp as a student!!!

Speaking of life stories

-do not leverage your kids for a job. If you tell me you have kids and it affects your availability that’s one thing. If you tell me you really need this job because you have kids, now you are using your kids to get a job and that’s not kosher.

Availability!

Do not lie about your availability!!!!

We ask for that for a reason! If you tell me you have open availability and you get hired, I will schedule you based on that availability. If you then tell me you are only available between the hours of 4pm-9pm….you aren’t getting scheduled and will be terminated.

-cannot and will not cater to your availability and schedule everyone else to accommodate your availability. That’s not fair to me or for coworkers.

Interviews!!!

-talk for the love of god, talk! If it’s a group interview, we want to see how involved you are. If it’s one on one, I want to learn about you!

-dress for success! even the most casual of jobs do not want you to show up in a tank top and shorts. You are here for a job not for a party 😭

Okay I think that’s all I need to rant about. There may be more when we hire again and the torture begins again.

[fastboatsmojito]

hi! can i request a scott smut where you're on the phone for a work call or something and scott decides it's the perfect time to have some fun, freakiness level is up to you 🤭 thank you!!

ohhh my god WHY OF COURSE!!!! thank u anon, this is beautiful

pay attention — Scott Miller x reader <3

notes; Scott miller how I missed you </3 trying to catch up on all my drafts finally i promise

cw; smut btc, afab!gn reader, pnv — no condom mention are u new here, a splash of choking, somnophilia mentioned if u squint, scott being scott, basically porn no plot, enjoy <3

it wasn’t your fault he had to leave so much. traveling was just a part of the job, no matter your objections. he was good at it, and though he wouldn’t admit it he enjoyed it.

coming home late meant you were usually asleep, or sleepily waiting on him and passing out the minute he drags you off to bed. mornings were the only time you really got together most weekdays and you were not letting them go to waste.

fortunately that’s how you ended up arching your back off the bed with your nightgown scrunched up around your waist, scotts fingers gripping you over the silk like they began and ended there.

you let him know weeks ago that he should wake you up before he left for work, for a little stress relief if nothing else. and he had, smoothing his hands up the silk covering your skin while you sighed, eyes still closed.

it was early, your alarm had yet to blare out but sunlight was beginning to drift through the curtains, you weren’t expecting anything to disrupt the quiet only adjourned by the dreamy sighs leaving your lips and the lewd squelch following each of his thrusts over you.

unfortunately, someone had called out of work that morning and your exasperated boss was calling you to come in early, disturbing your peace only for a moment while you reached over to see who it was.

“shit, I have to take this.” of course you should’ve known that wasn’t enough to stop Scott, giving him a questioning glance when he told you to answer it, having no clear intention on stopping unless you asked him to.

his heart was in the right place — or rather his dick, set on giving both of you the release you’d been whining about through texts about missing him the night before.

“what? scott-“ the third ring of your phone had come and gone, as had scotts patience for the grading sound.

“answer it. and pay attention, unless you want your boss to know what you’re too busy to come in for.” though his darkened, sleep-ridden voice had you clenching around him, you’d really rather not have to make eye contact with your boss after that.

you answered and put the phone to your ear, biting your lip after what you hoped came off as a sleepy ‘hello’. your boss’ voice was hard enough to listen to when you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, now it just sounded like nonsense.

when he seemed to be finished speaking you had to apologize and ask him to repeat it, making up an excuse about it being ‘so early’ while you had no problem letting scott know how good he was making you feel moments before.

he wanted you to come in a few hours before you were scheduled, which just so happened to be in about thirty minutes. surely he was out of his mind, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that. instead opting to roll your eyes and clamp a hand around your mouth during a particularly deep thrust.

“what’d he want?” scott asked, bringing you back out of the space in your head reserved just for him. your boss cleared his throat on the phone, likely getting antsy at your lack of clear response.

“sorry” one of Scotts hands was finding its way to your throat, “I would, but I’m actually busy all morning.” and his hand was squeezing just enough to make your head fuzzy — to remind you he was listening.

your boss seemed pissed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to indulge in his sighs of displeasure when you were trying so hard to muffle sounds of your own. you recommended he call someone else and hastily hung up the phone, free to moan and sigh and beg your boyfriend for whatever he’d give you.

[alexandraisyes]

What would happen if you were a writer for TSAMS?

I mean we'll never know unless we try, however-

God the temptation to make jokes about shipping ajfsdkg;ljfasd;l

In all seriousness I'm good at finding and fixing plot holes and writing consistent storylines. I've been writing solo for years, and recently I've been co-writing fics for this fandom. And stars I'll say it now, obviously I wouldn't drag fan ships into the canon lore, that would be stupid considering most of them just wouldn't work with canon.

If I had the chance to write for TSAMS I would definitely try to influence the way certain things (specifically things like mental disorders) are portrayed, because I understand being part of the audience and the frustration of only seeing part of the story and missing an entire important perspective. I personally find so much enjoyment in that because I get to tear everything apart, dissect it, and put it back together so the fandom can understand what the story is portraying, but the fact that someone is required to tear it apart to get what should have been an obvious message most of the time is an issue, in my opinion.

A consistent problem I've noticed with TSAMS is that it's overly omnipotent on some things while being too closed about others. This is a narrative problem that stems from not having enough time to figure out the best approach for new situations they want to incorporate. This is because the writers/VAs are so bogged down by personal projects, stream schedules, their servers, life, etc that they just don't have time to figure these things out. Especially when the company is pushing for more content/lore episodes and they're just a team of four. Four very very busy individuals that have to write AND voice act the entire cast of characters. I feel like having someone who is just a writer would help with a lot of the inconsistency and unresolved plot holes.

There's a lot of strong potential for things that would stem back as far as two years that would be so interesting to see incorporated, but they just don't have the time to work through those and it's easier to keep jumping on new boats and abandoning the ones they have to sink because of unresolved tears in the plot letting more inconsistencies trickle in like so much water. So I would absolutely work to correct those and clean up the holes and resolve unanswered questions.

I'd also push for more consistent characterization, or rather better worded, deeper characterization. Not that they don't have good characterization now, overall I think they do a decent job, but there are just some things that I wish they'd touch on more. Likes, dislikes, disorders, complications, relationships, etc. What really makes up these characters; I'd probably end up with a complicated character web for the main cast at the very least to help with consistent storytelling. I do this with my own AUs to keep characters consistent, including quirks (For example Solar Flare always refers to people by their full name in my writing). It would also be interesting to dig deeper into what makes the characters them. Their personalities, beliefs, interests, morality/standards (for those without morals), and what they did and didn't find traumatic (as well as what level of trauma).

God even just the thought of how I could potentially fix the dumpster fire (/affectionate /positive) of TSAMS and co is a little exciting because there's just so much potential lying around untampered with that I would happily dig my grubby little claws into.

[mrworldwideshoulders]

all the wrong places || reader x myg

After getting separated from your friends during a night out, you get stuck with a hefty bill – one that you can’t pay. So when a handsome, emotionless stranger covers your tab in a random act of kindness, you’re determined to track him down and pay him back. inspired by 24K Magic by Bruno Mars.

‣ Pairing: reader x yoongi (dual pov; feat. JK and Jimin) ‣ WC: 6.1k ‣ Genre: slight angst, fluff, strangers to lovers ‣ Warnings: alcohol consumption, reader and jimin joke about her being an alcoholic 🤪 (psa fr tho, please drink responsibly), credit card debt, yoongi (gently) manhandles the reader, bouncer!jungkook and his tattoos, jeon jungkook being freaking annoying, unrealistic scenarios that could only happen in a fic (is it fate, or is it just fanfiction?), reader in her dumb bitch era (said lovingly) ‣ a/n: same yoongi from my fics bang bang and give me novacaine; different y/n tho. i’d def recommend checking those two out first (though for this one i don’t think you really have to unless you’d like more backstory). i like this fic a lot and i think it’s cute so i hope you enjoy it too! as always, bannered and beta’d by the amazing april aka @onmypillow-onmytable​, plus credit for the general idea of this story! 😘 thx! ly – robyn ‣ P.S. I do not own BTS, their likenesses, or the music of Bruno Mars, they just inspire me.

part of the 24k magic collection (masterlist)

This might actually be the worst night of your life. Or at the very least, one of the most embarrassing ones. 

Your friends, who were supposed to be splitting the bar tab with you, have all but evaporated into thin air, and you’re so far gone you can’t even remember when you saw them last. And it’s starting to dawn on you, as your credit card declines for the third time, that you may have overdone it – in more ways than one. Declining once, that’s normal. Two times, that’s just bad luck. Three times declined, however, that’s just embarrassing. If there were ever a time you wished you were more proactive about budgeting and keeping your credit card paid off, it would be now. It’s not the end of the world, of course. You just won’t get your credit card back tonight, and you’ll have to come all the way back over here to retrieve it at some point – after you go home and recover enough of your senses to pay off some of the balance on your card. But going without your credit card for any length of time makes you anxious for some reason, and having to come back over here just for that doesn’t particularly fit into your already busy schedule. 

“Are you sure you don’t have another card?” The bartender that’s trying to close out your tab looks at you pointedly as you’re rummaging through your bag. You can feel the weight of his judgmental gaze all over you.

“No, but, listen,” you ramble, face hot with a mixture of shame and too much alcohol. “I wasn’t supposed to be the one paying for everything. My friends, they stuck me with the bill, and I really need—”

“Sounds like you don’t have very good friends.” He stares you down unsympathetically. “Either cough up or get out.”

“Can’t you just…give me my card back?” you manage helplessly. You feel tears of frustration starting to form behind your eyes. “I’ll come back and pay you tomorrow. I’m good for it. Really. I just have to—” Rearrange my entire bank account, pay off my credit card, reevaluate my whole life, and promise to stick to a budget from here on out, no matter how much Jimin and Nayeon want to go out drinking. Yeah. That’ll last about a week.  

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” grumbles a low, irritated voice from behind you. You turn to find a man dressed completely in black, with dark eyes and an expressionless face shrouded under a heavy curtain of black hair. He hands the bartender a sleek black card. “Here. Will you leave her alone now? Go back to pretending to do your job or something.” Your eyes widen. Who is this guy? And what is he doing? 

The bartender eyes you sullenly and hands you back your card. You turn to the man to thank him, but he’s already walking away, being swallowed up by the crowd. “Hey!” you call. “Wait up!” You push clumsily after him, jostling people left and right as you try to catch up with him. He’s at the front door before you’re finally able to tap him on the shoulder. 

“Now what?” he snaps.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you say breathlessly, taken aback by his brusque reply. “For what you did back there. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate it. I was about to cry because of that guy, and then you just appeared out of nowhere to save the day. You must be my guardian angel or something.” 

He lets out a bitter chuckle. “Trust me, I’m no angel.”

Your cheeks seem to flush all over again and you almost forget the other reason you chased after him in the first place. “Oh! Money! I can repay you.”

His face doesn’t change. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.” 

“But…it’s money.” Your face falls in disbelief. “Of course it’s a big deal. And I don’t like owing people anything. Especially money.” 

“Well, I’m not big on people feeling like they owe me anything either.” He shrugs. “So consider it forgotten. And stop following me.” He pushes through the front doors and out onto the street. 

You start after him again, but you stumble on your way out the door, falling almost directly into the bouncer’s well-muscled arms, one of which is adorned in a full sleeve of tattoos that recedes under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. “Careful,” he says, steadying you on your feet. 

“Um – thank you,” you manage. “That guy I was following. Did you see where he went?”

“Down there.” He points you toward the taxi stand. “He’s not bothering you, is he?”

“No, it’s just – I need to talk to him, but he keeps running away from me.” You march wobbily toward the man from before. “Hey! You!”

He sighs resignedly and turns around. “Do you make a habit of following random men out of nightclubs?”

“Only when they do me favors and won’t let me pay them back.” You plant yourself in front of him, arms crossed. 

“Look, I told you not to worry about it.” He scowls. “Do you really want to do something for me? Go home, pay your credit card bill, and forget you ever met me. You’ll only hurt yourself if you don’t.” 

“Suppose I don’t want to.” You gaze defiantly into his eyes. “Is that a threat?” 

“No. It’s a warning. I’d listen if I were you.” A taxi pulls up, and he grabs you by the arm, firmly, but loose enough that you could break away if you needed to, and pushes you inside. “Go home.” The door slams, leaving him standing there on the sidewalk. 

“Well?” says the driver impatiently. “Where to?”

You stammer out your address, still too stunned to think about anything else. Who was that guy? And what was that about a warning? He doesn’t seem like a bad person – why else would he have paid a stranger’s bar tab? 

Forget you ever met me. You’ll get hurt if you don’t. 

Why did he say that? You don’t know why, and you’re still far too drunk to figure it out tonight, but one thing is for certain. 

You’re going to track him down. And you’re going to pay him back.

Jungkook whistles as Yoongi heads back toward him. “That was a close one.” 

“Too close,” mutters Yoongi. “She could have blown the whole thing.” 

“What did you do, anyway? Weren’t you supposed to be blending in?” 

Yoongi shrugs. “The bartender was harassing her about her tab and her card wouldn’t go through, so I paid it for her. She wanted to repay me.” He thinks back to the look on your face, like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. A strange, unfamiliar surge of protectiveness in his chest, one that he hadn’t felt since he’d recruited Jungkook all those years ago. ”I told her she didn’t have to, but.”

“Aww.” Jungkook slaps Yoongi good-naturedly on the shoulder. “See, hyung? You’re a good guy after all.” 

“Hah,” he scoffs under his breath. “No. I’ve just gotten soft, that’s all. I’ll probably regret it in a day or two. No good deed goes unpunished and all that.”

“You say ‘soft’ like it’s a bad thing.” 

“Maybe not, maybe so.” Yoongi sighs, running a hand through his hair. “We should get back to work. We’ll stick around here until closing, then debrief in the morning.” 

“All right.” Jungkook nods, resuming his post near the front doors, despite the sidewalk in front of the club now empty at one o’clock, an hour before closing. “I’ll be here.” 

Yoongi heads back inside, his head still filled with thoughts of you, that defiant expression on your face when you’d asked him what would happen if you refused to forget him. Anyone else would have just accepted this good deed and carried on as if nothing had even happened, or worse, they would have screamed at him, told him he was overstepping and a creep, to fuck off and leave them alone. Why hadn’t you screamed at him? He’d even grabbed you, a stranger – and a woman – by the arm to push you into the cab. Yoongi knew for sure he’d overstepped there. You just didn’t do that when you were a man, not in this day and age – especially not when you were a man with a past like his. Even someone as supposedly stupid as he was knew that much. Why, he wondered, were you so intent on repaying him? Had no one ever done anything nice for you before? Purely for the hell of it, never expecting anything in return? The two of you must have something in common, then. No one had ever done anything like this for him – with the exception of Hoseok – but that was different. Hoseok was his friend, for one thing, and didn't understand the concept of taking no for an answer. At least Yoongi knew to just say thank you and get on with his life, instead of trying to push it. A chuckle rises in the back of his throat before he can stop it, and he swallows it down almost as quickly as it came, shoving aside the thoughts of you along with it. 

He tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he forges back into the depths of the club. There was something about you, something that made you want to insist upon repaying a random man that had just done you a favor, something innocent, idealistic, even, that made him want to protect you. Something that made him want to know you, even if it was only as friends, to explore your thoughts, to live inside your head for just a day, to find out just what, exactly, was going on in there. But he would never allow himself to get close enough to discover what that was – or risk you doing the same. Someone like him and someone like you – that could be dangerous. 

Especially someone like you. 

As it’s beginning to turn out, tracking down your angel in black – that’s what you’ve been calling him – is far easier said than done. Somehow you’d stumbled up to your apartment after the cab dropped you off, and from there you’d somehow managed to let yourself inside and fall face-first into your bed, where you’d slept soundly until late the next morning, awakening with a pounding head and a foggy recollection of the man from last night, convinced the whole thing had to have been a dream and that your credit card, at this very moment, was probably stashed behind the counter of that bar. Or so you thought, because it’s definitely there when you go to check your wallet. That man, the angel in black – he was definitely real – and that means his warning was real too. The only problem is…you don’t have his name, and the only thing you can remember was that he was dark-haired and wearing all black – which could be literally any man in Seoul. Now it’s Wednesday, a week later, and you’re staring at your screen, open to a browser window that’s now littered with the failed remnants of your search, and rest your chin on your hand with a sigh. Ugh, what was I even thinking? How am I going to find some guy on the internet when I don’t even know his name and I can barely remember what he looks like? Talk about a needle in a haystack. You’re supposed to be working, as in, doing your actual job, but you haven’t been able to focus all week, and you've been off your game since that night. 

“What are you so laser-focused on over here?” comes Jimin’s lightly chiding voice from over your shoulder. His sudden appearance makes you jump and knock your hand into your half empty mug, causing a small wave of tepid coffee to slosh onto your desk. 

“Damn it, Jimin, you scared me!” You hurriedly reach for the wad of napkins you keep in the top drawer of your desk. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. You know I startle easily.”

“Sorry.” Jimin grins mischievously and leans in to take a closer look at your screen. “Y/n, are you seriously still looking for your mystery man? It’s been a week. You know, if he wanted you to find him he would have at least told you his name. Or slipped you his number. He was probably just being nice. People do that sometimes. Like on those hidden camera shows where little kids will ask you to help them cross the street or tie their shoes. Just accept it and move on already. He’s clearly not that worried about it. You said he had a black card, right? That kind of money is probably nothing to him.”

You finish mopping up the coffee and heave another sigh, sitting back in your chair. “I know It’s stupid. And I’m definitely wasting my time. But he saved my ass in a really big way. I can’t just move on like nothing happened. There has to be some way for me to pay him back. And besides…” You debate whether you should tell Jimin what he told you before he shoved you into a taxi. “He told me to just forget I ever met him, that I’d get hurt if I didn’t. I know it’s a bad idea to keep looking at this point, but you can’t just say something like that and expect me to forget about it. It only makes me want to find him even more.”

"That’s a weird thing for anyone to say," says Jimin, leaning against your desk, "but I suppose that's your choice, even if I do think you’re only setting yourself up for disappointment." 

"Thank you for the vote of support." You run your hands backwards through your hair and hum thoughtfully. "I guess I could always not pay my credit card bill and hope that it summons him out of the abyss to save my ass again." 

"Then he'll think you're trying to scam him instead of repaying him.” Jimin pats your shoulder. "Cheer up, y/n. Maybe you'll find him. Maybe you won't. But we've got a meeting about the new skincare line in about…" He checks his watch. "...two minutes? And they'll kill us if we're both late so maybe put a pin in that for now?" 

Of course, your actual job, the main reason you're able to have a credit card in the first place. "Shit, you're right. I completely forgot about that." You stand and gather your meeting materials into your arms. "What would I do without you, Park Jimin?"

"Mm, probably lose your job?" He straightens up and smirks. 

"Mean." You slap him lightly on the arm. "I wouldn't even be looking for this guy if you and Nayeon hadn't ditched and left me with your billion dollar bar tab." 

Jimin chuckles. "Okay, true, but need I remind you that you were responsible for most of it anyway?" He makes a tutting noise as you're walking down the hall. "Honestly, it's unnatural how much alcohol you can put away.”

"Please," you scoff, pushing open the door to the conference room. "I just have a high tolerance. It takes practice. You’ll get there one day."

“God, I hope not.” Jimin looks horrified at the prospect. “No offense.”

The meeting drags on, well into the afternoon, and your mind continues to wander in the direction of your angel in black, no matter how hard you try to pay attention to the subject at hand. Normally you’d be rapt with attention – skincare is your area of expertise, after all, and it’s been your dream to work at a cosmetics company ever since high school – but for the life of you, you just can’t seem to shake him from your memory and focus on your work. 

Wait. The bouncer. He was standing there the whole time you were arguing with the guy. That sleeve of tattoos was pretty distinctive-looking; you’d definitely remember it if you saw it again. It would be way easier to find him than the guy in black. And he works there. He’s more likely to be there than the other guy. Maybe he remembers something you don’t. 

As soon as the meeting ends, you hurry back to your desk, intent on getting all of today’s work finished by the time it hits six o’clock so you won’t have to work late, and spend the rest of the afternoon in a state of hyperfocus, only noticing that time has passed when you see that most of your coworkers are getting ready to leave. “Jimin.” You sidle up to him as he’s shrugging into his coat. “What are you doing tonight?” 

“Probably just going to head home and—” He stops and narrows his eyes. “You’re up to something, aren’t you? Is this still about that guy?” 

“I was thinking we could go back to that club,” you say earnestly. “There was this bouncer outside, and – well, I don’t really remember what he looked like either, but I’d know him if I saw him. I’m sure of it. I want to ask him if he remembers anything from last week. Maybe he knows something about this guy.”

“Y/n, it's Wednesday." Jimin says. “That place is going to be dead. I doubt anyone will be there, let alone your mystery man.” 

You make your best pouting expression. “You’ll come with me, right? For moral support?” 

“Fine.” Jimin sighs. “If it'll get you to stop fixating on this guy, I'm all for it. But you're buying me dinner.” 

You throw your arms around him. "Jimin-ssi, have I ever told you you're my favorite person in the whole wide world?"

"On multiple occasions.” He smirks. “This is the first time you've ever been sober, though." 

“Wow. See if I ever buy you dinner again.”

The club, as Jimin predicted, was nearly empty, with only a few clumps of people dancing here and there, a handful of people at the bar, and a completely different, tattoo-less bouncer working the front door, who seemed to think the man with the tattoos was a temp. 

“There’s nobody like that working here!” he bellowed back to you, over the thumping music. “Your guy’s probably a temp!”

“No, I’m positive!” you shouted. “It was here. I tripped going out the door and he caught me. I’d know him if I saw him. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!” he said. “Would you mind stepping away from the door? People are trying to come inside.” You didn’t hang around much longer after that, figuring that if neither the bouncer nor your mystery man were there now they probably wouldn’t be there later either.  

“Well, that was a bust,” comments Jimin, once you’re back in a cab on the way home. 

You blow out a frustrated breath. “Yeah. Sorry to drag you all the way over here for nothing.” 

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he says. “That’s what friends are for, right? At least I got dinner out of it.” 

“Ha, ha, ha.” You roll your eyes. “I knew I should have just waited ‘til the weekend. I was just so excited to test my theory that I jumped the gun a little.”

Jimin frowns. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on making another special trip back over here to look for this guy.” 

“Well…I was.” You turn to look at him, taken aback. “Why shouldn’t I?” 

“Y/n…” Jimin sighs. “I'm your best friend and I love you, but…don’t you think you’re going too far with this? You don’t think maybe it’s time to move on? I mean, what if this guy really is dangerous, like he said? What if you get hurt?”

You scoff a little. “Would a dangerous person really come right out and say they’re dangerous?”

“Yes. That’s absolutely what a dangerous person would say. Please let this go, y/n. I’m begging you. For your own good. The universe will forgive you this one time for not paying that guy back.” 

"I know, but…" I won't. You sigh. "One more time, Jimin. I have to try one more time before I can tell myself I did everything I could."

"Okay. One more time." Jimin's face softens. "But I'm going to hold you to that. No more midweek club nights, internet searches, whatever. You have to let this go because it’s weird that you’re still hung up on this."

"I promise. One more time, and then no more. If I don't find him this time, I'm done."

"Good. Be careful, okay?"

"When am I not careful?" Your best friend raises an eyebrow and squints at you with the most skeptical of sideways glances, probably armed and ready with at least a dozen examples of how you’ve most decidedly not been careful in the past few years you’ve known each other. "That was rhetorical, Jimin. Drop the judgy look, please."

“What judgy look?” he demands. “This is just my face.” 

“Uh-huh. Sure.” 

If Wednesday night’s visit was bad, then Saturday’s is even worse. It’s crowded, almost as crowded as it was the very first night the man in black saved your ass, with barely any good vantage points to park yourself and people-watch in hopes of catching a glance of your mystery man. You should have taken the other bouncer’s inability – or reluctance – to tell you anything about his tattooed coworker the other night as a warning – because it’s obvious that no one else is going to tell you anything about him either, for one reason or another. You’ve asked bartenders, waitresses, anyone who looks like they work there, and all that’s gotten you is in trouble with management. 

“We’re not allowed to give out that kind of information about our employees.” The manager’s eyes narrow. “Stop nosing around before you get yourself banned. Permanently.” With one final scowl he stalks off.

I guess that’s it, then, you think. You let out a sigh as you sit back down at the bar. God, what was I thinking? I never had any chance of finding this guy, not in a million years. Jimin was right. Why did I drag this out so long? It's time for me to move on. As soon as I finish this drink, I’ll walk out of this club and I’ll never think about him again. I’ll go home, and I’ll catch up on all that work I’m behind on because of him. No, I’ll get ahead. Yeah. That’ll show them. Part of you wants to feel relieved, but the realization only makes you feel dejected. Damn. I really wanted to meet him. You get to your feet, and collect your things, taking one last glance around the room. 

That’s when you see him. 

Your angel in black, drinking whiskey in the corner. Same black suit, same heavy bangs, same blank expression. Right as you’re about to leave and never look back, you just happen to see him? It’s too coincidental to be anything other than fate.  

You draw a deep breath, steel your nerves, and march up to his table. “And to think I was just going to walk right past you and out of this place forever. It's almost like the universe wanted us to meet again." You pull out the chair across from him and sit down. “You know, I never did catch your name.”

“That’s because I never dropped it,” he says dryly. “What are you doing here again? Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business?” 

“What, can’t a girl drink where she likes anymore?” You lean in. “Who says I’m here to mind your business? I’m busy minding my own. Which, as it turns out, happens to involve you – and making sure you get something in return for covering my ass that night. Thank you, by the way. You barely let me get it out last time.” 

He scoffs, sitting back. “I told you to forget about it. I didn’t spot you because I expected you to pay me back.” 

“Why did you do it, then?” You cock your head to one side. “There must have been some reason you felt like rescuing a damsel in distress. Nobody does anything without a reason.” 

The question seems to catch him off-guard for a moment, before he quickly regains his composure. “Why does it matter?” He stares down into his glass. “You don’t know anything about me. I could be dangerous for all you know. Like I've been trying to tell you this whole time.” Dangerous. There’s that word again.

“Well, you can’t be all that bad, or you wouldn’t have helped me out. And besides,” you muse, “if you were going to do anything to me you probably would have done it already.” 

“Suppose that’s true.” One side of his mouth twitches, almost imperceptibly. 

“Then again, maybe it is like you said. Maybe you aren’t a good person. But I don’t think that necessarily makes you a bad person. And I don’t think you would have done anything to me, even if you did have the chance. Which you did, the other night.”

A hard laugh escapes from his lips. "Clearly you haven't been listening to anything I've been saying. Because you definitely wouldn't be saying that if you really knew me.” 

You purse your lips thoughtfully. “Well, you know, I have this theory. Everyone has a color, right? Some people you can just tell whether they’re one way or another, black, white, whatever. But you…well, I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

“Hah. I’ve heard that one before.” The man avoids looking at you and stares down at the table, features set in an unreadable expression. “So, what color am I, then?” 

“Mm.” You grin. “First impression? Silver.” 

“Silver, huh?” He smirks. “Why silver?” 

“On the surface you’re a very gray person. Kind of an enigma. You’re not black and you’re not white, you’re somewhere in between, which makes you gray. But on closer inspection, anyone can see there’s something different about you that sparkles a little bit. Something that shines.” His face doesn’t move. “It’s just a theory, anyway,” you say hastily. “I’d have to get to know you a little better before I could really say for sure.” 

“What makes you think that’s going to happen?” An eyebrow quirks just slightly.

“Hm. You seem like the type who would have gotten up and left already if you weren’t at least a little bit interested in me, even if you came off as rude. And you’re still here, so you must be somewhat intrigued, right?” 

“That’s a compelling theory – but you're wrong. I might be an asshole but I'm not that kind of asshole.” He leans back, an arm draped over the back of the booth. “Anyways, before I answer your question, let me ask you one of my own: why are you so hellbent on paying me back to the point where you thought you had to track me down?” 

“You know, I’m not sure myself.” You rest your chin in your palm. “It just feels like the thing to do, that’s all. Most of the time strangers tend to either ignore me or glare at me when this kind of thing happens. You probably think I’m a mess. I know I do. I also know from experience that I can only ever count on my friends to have my back, so imagine my surprise when you, a random stranger, had my back the other night. You did something only my friends ever do for me.” You shrug nonchalantly. “And I always repay my friends.” 

“All right,” he says after a moment. “I won’t say I’m not at least a little impressed that you even found me. And now that you have…I’m guessing you’re not going to leave me alone until I give you what you want.” The whiskey swirls in his glass, resting in one long, slender hand. “Which is?”

“Dinner,” you say, boldly, without hesitating. “Or drinks, at least. I know I probably can’t afford what you’re used to. Obviously, considering the other night…but let me treat you sometime. Just to say thank you. Honestly, I’m a great date. Really. Or I should be." You sigh. "I've been on a lot, so I've had plenty of practice. But I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I even paid off my credit card. Just for you.”

He releases a resigned sigh and sets his glass down. “Okay. Say I agree, even though you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into and I definitely shouldn’t indulge you any further than I already have. Will you stop following me around if I do?”

“That depends. Are you going to ghost me as soon as it’s over?” 

“Now that,” he says, “depends on whether or not you’re as good of a date as you say you are.” 

“Oh, I’m positively delightful. Excellent conversationalist. Top-notch table manners. I won’t even stick you with the check this time. Best night of your life, guaranteed. Or top-ten, at least.” 

He pauses, looking like he might regret what he’s about to say. “Fine. We can have dinner. On one condition.” 

“Oh? What’s that?”

“You really have to stop following me around.” His expression turns dark. “It’s not a good idea for you to get involved with me. You could get hurt.”

“This again?” You sigh. “Let’s just see how dinner goes, and then I’ll decide if you’re worth any more of my time.” 

“You’ll decide, huh?” He eyes you. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t know your name yet,” you correct him, “and that’s only because you haven’t told me what it is.” 

“Yoongi,” he says finally, after a moment of hesitation. A tinge of amusement plays across his features. “Min Yoongi.” 

“Yoongi,” you repeat. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Yoongi. I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You extend a hand across the table. 

“Y/n,” he says, giving your hand a firm shake. It’s cool and dry, and you spot the barest remains of a scar on his palm as he pulls his hand away. “Only time will tell whether I’m going to be able to say the same for you.”

“Mm.” You shrug. “I think you’ll be surprised.”

“Like I said.” Yoongi gets to his feet, taking his glass with him. “Anyway. I have some business to take care of. Can you get out of here on your own, or are you going to be needing my help again?”

“I’ll be fine, but – wait, I didn’t give you my number. How are we going to get in touch?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He looks down at you and smirks, the unmistakable hint of a sparkle somewhere in those soft, dark eyes. “You seem to think we’re fated, so I’m sure we’ll run into each other again if we’re really meant to. We’ve exchanged names now.” Yoongi raises his glass slightly. “You can find out a lot about a person from just a name.” 

“Hey, wait a—” Yoongi is gone before you can finish your sentence, swallowed up by the dense crowds of the club. “He still didn’t answer my question,” you mutter. 

But despite all that – you have a hopeful feeling about the whole situation. 

"Yoongi," you repeat. "Who are you, Min Yoongi?"

The silence in Yoongi’s office the next morning is nearly palpable, the air between him and Jungkook filled with the sounds of clicking keys as they’re finishing up their paperwork on the case at the club. Even without looking he can sense the younger man eyeing him over the top of his laptop screen. Yoongi heaves a resigned sigh. “Spit it out, Jungkook. I can practically hear the gears grinding inside that giant head of yours.” 

Jungkook stops typing and leans forward, grinning in a suspiciously sunny manner. “I was just noticing how good of a mood you’re in today, boss,” he says. “Better than you’ve been in months.” 

"Bullshit I am." Yoongi’s eyes don’t move. “You're imagining things." 

“You are too!” Jungkook insists. “I told you good morning on my way in and you didn’t even tell me to stop bothering you and get to work.” He squints at Yoongi. “You said it back to me. And you weren’t even being sarcastic about it.”

“So I said good morning to you. Once. Big deal. I’ve been known to be cordial every once in a while, haven’t I?” 

“But you’re never cordial with me,” insists Jungkook. “You're cordial with clients. And people who are gonna give you money. Normally it’s all grunts and scowling when you talk to me. Something good happened last night, didn’t it? I saw you chatting with that girl, the one you paid the bar tab for last week. She managed to track you down, huh?” He’s not going to let this go easily. He’s like a dog with a chew toy whenever he finds an interesting enough tidbit to hang onto. 

Yoongi suppresses a sigh and presses his fingers to the sides of his temples. “Yeah, and? What are you getting at?”

“Oh, nothing.” He plasters an innocent-looking expression on his face. “She went through all of that trouble to track you down when most people would have just let it go. She must like you. Seems like you like her too.” 

Yoongi snorts. “Y/n? Flighty, irresponsible, doesn’t even know her own limits, so impulsive that the first thing she thinks of when a man does something nice for her is to follow him out into the street y/n? No way in hell.”

“And you, a guy who’s so cautious, practical, and down to earth that he never does anything without thinking about it for weeks?” notes Jungkook. “All I’m hearing is that you’d be perfect for each other. Opposites attract, you know?”

“The worst thing she could do would be to get involved with me,” Yoongi scoffs. “Trust me. It’s not happening.” He rolls a pen back and forth in his hand. “It’s not like that, anyway. She said she’d leave me alone if I let her do this. She doesn’t like me, she just feels like she owes me. That’s all. I’m just humoring her so she’ll leave me alone.”

“Uh-huh.” Jungkook smirks. “You do like her, don’t you?” 

“I didn’t say that,” grumbles Yoongi. “Why don’t you mind your own business for once?” 

“In case you’ve forgotten, hyung,” says Jungkook, still grinning, “you left me in charge of minding your business for the past six months. You know, while you were off the grid camping in the middle of nowhere?” 

“Yeah, and I’m starting to regret it,” he mutters. “Humor me and let it go. It’s too early for this shit.” 

“All right, fine.” Jungkook turns his eyes back to his screen, but it doesn’t last for long. “So when are you going to see her again?” 

“We didn’t set a firm—” Yoongi’s eyes narrow, pinning Jungkook with a searing glare. “Hey. I’ll fire you if you don’t watch yourself.” 

“Ah, go ahead and fire me, then,” Jungkook says cheerfully. “I’d like to see how well you manage without me covering your ass.”

Yoongi flings the pen in his hand across the table, aiming for Jungkook’s head, who easily dodges it. “Aish, you’ve gotten cocky since I left. I managed just fine on my own before you got here, thank you. You were the one who came bitching to me about how much you needed me to come back, weren’t you? This case that you just couldn't handle by yourself, even though you've probably handled about a dozen of the exact same type of cases all by yourself?”

“Come on!” snorts Jungkook. “We both know you were ready to come back. I just needed to make you feel good about yourself so you’d actually get off your ass and do it. You should be thanking me, hyung.”  

“Thanking you?” demands Yoongi. “What the hell should I be thanking you for?”

“I think you know.” Jungkook’s eyebrows dance suggestively, eyes twinkling. “Y/n – she’s pretty, isn't she?”

“That’s it. You’re getting demoted.”

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook falls silent suddenly before he speaks again. “I missed you, boss. Good to have you back.” 

“Ah, shut up,” Yoongi snaps. “And get back to work. These reports aren’t going to write themselves, you know.” 

Jungkook turns his attention back to his computer screen again, eyeing Yoongi’s scowl with a knowing smirk. Yeah. He totally likes her. 

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[mittenslikescats]

and that tapes doing a damn good job at holding it togther lol 

I originally had a bigger drawing in the works but it got deleted after my laptop crashed (the pain) so I went for something quicker

[partikari]

Well howdy there, friend! We are pleased to announce this year’s Partikari Week, an open participation fandom event running from October 6th to October 12th. Here are the prompts!

10/6 - dawn / dusk 10/7 - hat / scars 10/8 - role swap / octopuff 10/9 - holiday / marriage 10/10 - job change / gods 10/11 - traveling / cooking 10/12 - au / family

The rules are pretty simple!

The main pairing should be Partitio/Hikari. You can add background pairings if you want, but Partikari should be the focus.

NSFW is allowed. Please use the appropriate tags especially for potentially triggering content. This goes for any entry.

Use the hashtag #partikariweek24 so the mods can find your work!

Confused about what all this is? Click on the cut below to read our FAQ!

WTF is a Partikari? It's a bird. It's the romantic relationship (or “ship”) between the characters Partitio Yellowil and Hikari Ku from the game Octopath Traveler 2! The ship is also known as Hikartio, which is a brand of cereal. But I'm pretty sure it's a bird.

What is Partikari Week? It's a weeklong event celebrating the Partikari ship! Each day from October 6th, 2024 until October 12, 2024 will be associated with a set of two prompts. Participants are encouraged to publish Partikari-centered fan works based on those prompts during that time frame. 

How can I participate? By creating fanfiction, fan art, cosplay pictures, or anything else (alternative media such as craftwork, fan songs, etc), based on one or more of the provided prompts! If you are unable to produce anything because you don’t have the time, the inspiration, or for any other reason, you can share social media posts containing content for Partikari Week! 

Where can I post my submissions? Twitter or Tumblr. Of course, you can publish fanfiction on AO3, FanFiction.net, or wattpad as long as you post a link to it on Twitter and/or Tumblr. Remember to use the tag #partikariweek24 when posting on social media sites so the mods can find your submissions.

When can I post my submissions?  Typically, on the associated day of your work’s prompt. For example, if the prompts for October 8 are allergy / tea, and you have a work based on “tea”, you would post it on October 8. However, if you can’t finish it on time or have other scheduling issues, you can always post it later (or even earlier if you’re going to be busy for the rest of the week).

What are prompts? Prompts are single words you can use as the inspiration for an entry. For example, if the prompt is “rain”, you can make something about Partitio and Hikari being caught in the rain! You can use as many or as little prompts as you like—e.g. if a day's prompts are rain / dust, you could have Partitio and Hikari dusting on a rainy day (achoo)! Or you can just make something about dusting. Whatever your imagination comes up with!

Do I have to participate every day and/or make something for every prompt? Heavens, no! It's fine if you submit only one thing for the whole week or more things than there are days and prompts! It boils down to what you can do and have time for. Make sure to prioritize yourself and your own comfort!

I don't ship them romantically but I like their friendship. Can I submit platonic content? Unless it leads to romance, no. Partikari Week focuses on their romantic relationship, so purely platonic content would not be in the spirit of the week. 

Can I include other ships? Yes, as long as Partikari is the main/focus. Please use either the relationship or additional tags on AO3 if you are including or alluding to another ship, as some readers may want to avoid content of those ships.

Can I include other ships involving Partitio or Hikari? If it is a past relationship and does not take up much space in the submission, yes. Otherwise, Partitio and Hikari should only be involved with each other in your submission. Please note this also includes polycules/OT3s, admittedly a gray area since Partikari is involved and you can certainly make OT3 content that does focus on them primarily, but since the OT3 is its own ship it’s probably for the best to leave that for something else.

Can I include Shadow Hikari/“Hikari” in my entry? Sure. The angry guy can come. I guess. 

Who are the people behind the curtain? captwaddledoo (she/her) runs the Tumblr partikari account. Her username is the same on Tumblr, Twitter, Bluesky, and AO3. She has a cat named Bernie and might like the color green, sunflowers, and coffee. We can’t say for certain.

Bad0mens (she/they) runs the Partikari Twitter account! They go by bad0mens/badomens444 on Tumblr and AO3 respectively and by mystrscatisland on Twitter. Notable features include: a caffeine addiction, being tormented by visions, and cursed hands.

[turtlesandfrogs]

So, here's the problem: the longer I work in gardening and landscaping, the more I care about the ecological impacts of native plants, and the less I care about aesthetics. Which is a problem, when most clients' primary concern is that their yard looks nice. Which, fair, I just don't care as much about it as they do and I feel like I could be making a bigger impact than I currently am.

So I'm thinking of quitting this job and going one of two entirely different directions, and for some reason it's rather hard to choose.

Option A is starting my own native plant nursery, which would focus on small (4 inch and gallon pot sized) native plants, with a focus on plants that are most important for native pollinators (especially those that are endangered or threatened where I am). There's some competition, but mostly at selling-to-landscapers level and not retail, and I'd want to focus on retail sales.

Option B is to get a job with the state doing some kind of ecological restoration work. The problem with that is my bachelor's degree is over a decade old and I don't actually have the kind of experience to put on my resume that would likely convince them that I can do the work (unless a combination of teaching and being self-employed as a gardener that helps people incorporate native plants and removes invasive species counts, which maybe?). So I'd probably have to take a lower level job and one that's further away to get in, and then work my way up.

Option A has the upsides of: completely setting my own schedule, getting to work with plants most of the time, getting to work with my partner, flexibility to decide I want to start teaching classes again or something. It has the down sides of having to do taxes multiple times per year, and not being guaranteed to work, and either needing to take out a business loan to get started or work at a day job to fund starting it up. Also if it fails I'll have to get another job without have professional references again, which yikes.

Option B has the upside of once you're in state work, it's way easier to get other state jobs so if I burn out of one job, I can hop to another relatively easily, will almost certainly make more money, comes with health insurance and retirement savings, and is likely the more stable option. On the down side, it would mean working 40 hours a week without getting to pick my schedule and it would be harder to take time off than it is now, I'll have to work my way up to a comfortable salary, and there's a lot less autonomy than when self employed. But I'll also have professional references out the wazoo, so finding new jobs should be easier?

One of the things that concerns me is I have ADHD and up until teaching, the longest I ever stayed in one job was almost 2 years. I taught for 4 years, then was self-employed as a gardener for 4 years, and now I've worked for this landscaping company for just over a year (and am grumpy about a) not making much money and b) aesthetics and only providing services to people who can afford us, rather than say, improving the environment for everyone). So I'm actually kinda afraid that if I started the native plant nursery, I would get sick of it after less than 5 years and be starting from scratch again. Whereas with a state job, I can pop over to a new job fairly easily. On the other hand, maybe I'm just doubting myself too much because all of those other jobs were actually really bad matches for me.

Anyway, my brain is going in circles over this. I mean, really, part of me thinks I should stay at this job even though it doesn't pay much compared to what I could make elsewhere (I have learned a lot though, which can be transfered to other jobs) just because it's so low stress compared to any other job I've had in the last decade & because the people are great and the work isn't bad. It just galls me that occasionally clients have ideas that I strongly disagree with, like cutting down a very nice magnolia tree because "it's too big" and I just have to do it because I'm an employee now. Ugh.

[haddonfieldwhore]

florida!!! - aleksander barkov

aleksander barkov x reader

summary: while in florida on vacation you reconnect with someone from your past

warnings: a mixture of aleksander and sasha used throughout, angst, nsfw implied, small age gap (not specific), not edited (it’s 3am)

word count: 4.1k (oops)

“i’ve got some regrets, i’ll bury them in florida”

the smell of coconut wafted through your nose as you applied sunscreen for the third time that day, your skin not yet used to the heat of fort lauderdale. you were visiting for 2 weeks, a much needed vacation from your life back home, and you already felt relaxed after only two days here.

some of your friends were supposed to join you on the trip, but eventually cancelled, either not having the money or not being able to get the time off from work.

though it would have been more fun with them here, you didn’t mind travelling alone, having studied abroad in college and enjoyed every second of it.

well, mostly - you thought to yourself. despite only being here once before as a child, florida was bringing up some memories in your mind that had been long dormant. it wasn’t the state itself that was to blame though; it was something else. someone, to be more specific.

your phone rang in the back pocket of your shorts, and you swiped answer on the call.

“hey jessie,” you answered with a smile.

“hey! how’s florida?” your best friend asked.

“i wish you were here with me, but it’s still pretty amazing,” you admitted.

“i know, i wish i was there too,” she sighed. “next time, i promise - even if i have to quit my job so i can get the time,” she laughed.

“how will you pay for the trip then genius?”

“leave that to me.”

“alright,” you surrendered with a chuckle.

“see any hot guys yet?” she asked, of course that’s what she wanted to know.

“a few, not that i’m really looking,” you admitted. while there had been a few good looking men you had spotted while you were here, there was one specifically that was occupying your mind for the last few days; and you were trying to drown out any thoughts of him.

“did you decide if you’re going to a game or not?” jessie asked as if she had read your mind.

“maybe - the arena is right near my hotel, but i just don’t know if i’ll find the time,” you brushed it off.

“babe, you’re there for 2 weeks, i think you can find time if you want to.”

“you’re right,” you sighed deeply, flopping onto the soft duvet spread across the bed.

“i always am.”

“i’m gonna ignore that,” you smiled. “it’s not like i would see him anyway,” you thought out loud.

“unless you did.”

“that’s not helpful,” you replied with a roll of your eyes.

“i’m sorry!” jessie apologized. “and don’t roll your eyes at me, i can hear it in your voice,” she teased, and you both laughed.

during the 2 years that you had studied abroad in finland, you had wound up entangled with the one and only aleksander barkov; who in the years since then had blossomed in the national hockey league and become the captain of the florida panthers.

things were good for the most part, despite both of your busy schedules you made it work, and all too quickly found yourself falling for the handsome and humble man. he was a few years older than you, kind, handsome, and a perfect gentleman. there were ups and downs, and he was away from home a lot, but you made it work, keeping things casual and not exactly exclusive; not that you even entertained anyone else when he was gone. unfortunately, like most college relationships, things fell apart when you ended your studies there. you tried for a few months after you finished your courses, but despite your feelings for him, there wasn’t enough to keep you in finland without school to occupy you when he was gone so much of the time.

you thought back to the day that you told him you were leaving; the hurt in his eyes broke your heart, but you both knew the day was coming. you were on borrowed time and you both realized it long before either of you gained the courage to admit it.

“i don’t want you to go, but it’s selfish of me to ask you to stay,” he said sadly, and you buried your head in his chest, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around your body.

“we knew it wasn’t forever right?”

“yeah, we knew,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

a part of you wished it could have been.

“are you listening to me?” jessie’s voice snapped you out of it, and you ran a hand over your face in frustration.

“yeah, sorry,” you shook your head, trying to think about anything else.

“you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“it’s hard not to - knowing how close we are right now,” you sighed in defeat. you had found it hard to stop yourself from wondering how he was doing, besides thriving on a successful hockey team.

“you miss him.” the way she worded it, it wasn’t a question, you realized.

“our lives are so different and it’s been years since i’ve seen him, jess.” the last time you had seen sasha was when he dropped you off at the airport, the kiss goodbye was almost enough to make you stay. you had texted him when you landed back home, and you’d kept in touch for a few weeks, calling eachother here and there but the distance drove a wedge between you. soon enough life got busy and it was easier to lose contact.

“you didn’t answer the question,” she pointed out.

“i don’t even know if he’s the same person he was back then - i’m certainly not. and he’s a hotshot nhl captian now.”

“of course people change, but this is sasha were talking about. do you really think he’d be that different than he was when you knew him?” she asked. you had told her so much about him, it was like she knew him even though they’d never met. and it was true; the sasha you knew would never let the fame get to him.

“i don’t know him anymore.”

“if you say so. i got to get back to work, my break is over. i’ll call you in a few days?”

“sounds good,” you replied. “love you jess.”

“love you too. keep me updated.”

before you could protest she hung up, and you tossed your phone onto the pillow next to you.

you stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, before grabbing your phone again, opening it to contacts without realizing what you were doing until your finger hovered over the name ‘sasha’.

you hesitated for a moment before closing the app, and googling florida panthers tickets instead.

•

three days later you found yourself sat in one of the crimson seats of amerant bank arena, waiting for the game to begin. you casually followed the nhl, not watching every game, but for obvious reasons, you had a soft spot for the south florida team; it helped that they were fun to watch and had become a force to be reckoned with these last few seasons.

as interested as you were in the game, you found it hard to focus on anything but the memories of aleksander that had continued to float around in your mind for the duration of your vacation. you had woken up this morning with an ache between your legs as you dreamt of the last night you had spent tangled with sasha beneath the sheets of his bed. you could still remember the way his hands felt tracing every inch of your body; not even a cold shower could erase it.

you’d considered not going to the game despite having bought a ticket, but wanted to experience a panthers game while you were here, unsure of when you would get the chance to see them play at home again.

the panthers won, and you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the crowd lingering, but you found you thumb hovering over sasha’s contact in you phone again as you sat next to the pool back at the hotel later that night.

you decided against a phone call, typing out a text message before you could talk yourself out of it.

hey - it’s y/n from college. congrats on the win tonight! :)

a simple ‘hey’ didn’t seem like enough - you weren’t even sure if he had the same number after all these years, or if he remembered you at all. the doubt started to set in the second you hit send, the possibility that you hadn’t left as much of an impact on him as he had with you setting in fast.

what if he didn’t remember you at all?

you decided to call jessie to distract your mind, and you were thankful that it didn’t take her long to pick up.

“hey! i was just about to call you!”

“great minds think alike,” you laughed, her voice putting you at ease a little already.

“what’s up?” she asked.

“just sitting by the pool,” you replied. you hadn’t told her you’d decided to go to the game, and you hadn’t decided if you were going to tell her about the text you’d sent or not yet.

“ugh i’m jealous. i’m considering ditching work and flying out there to join you at this point. you’re still there for another week or so hey?” she asked.

“yeah, 9 more days actually. it would be nice to have you here, jess.”

“is everything okay?” she asked, always able to tell when something was bothering you.

“yeah, i think i just got too much sun today, my head hurts.” you weren’t entirely lying, but you just hoped she didn’t check the weather and see that it had been cloudy in fort lauderdale that day.

“bet you never had that problem in finland, hey?” you knew she was teasing, the climate in finland in fact being drastically drearier than florida, but you were hoping to not think about that for at least a few minutes.

“yeah, definitely not.”

despite the cold, you loved everything about finland. it took some getting used to the dark and cold, but each time aleksander showed you around different places around the country, you knew you would find it harder to leave.

for more reasons than just the scenery.

the day he showed you around his home town of tampere finland was the day you realized that you were falling in love with him.

you walked hand in hand down crowded streets, sasha pointing out different things from his childhood, like where he grew up playing hockey, his favourite restaurants, everything.

you looked up at him in wonder as the glow of the street lights illuminated his face, a light pink tinge across his cheeks and nose from the cold. fluffy white snowflakes fell softly around you, gathering atop the beanie that covered his head and across his broad shoulders.

it was only a few months since you had met, but it felt like you had known him for years. you never imagined a day would come where it would feel like you were strangers, even knowing that your time in finland was temporary.

“you don’t have to leave,” he had said, only a month left in your final semester abroad.

you laid bare next to him, his bedsheets the only thing covering your body as you fiddled absentmindedly with his hands, tracing calluses with your fingertips.

“once the semester is over i won’t have a place to stay, i can’t stay at the dorm.” you had gotten a job at a coffee shop that made you enough money to afford food and necessities, but you couldn’t afford an apartment with that salary, and hadn’t intended to get a job in your chosen field here. the plan was always to go home after your schooling was done.

“you could stay here, with me.”

it wasn’t an absurd idea; you spent a lot of nights at aleksanders house anyway when he wasn’t on the road. but in reality, he wasn’t home that often, and you would feel weird living in his house without him.

“you mean it?” you asked, your heart aching at the thought that even if he said yes, you knew your answer was no. part of him knew it too.

a notification went off on your phone, and you snapped out of your daydream, realizing that you’d once again become lost in memories of what once was.

you pulled your phone away from your ear, jessie’s voice getting quieter as she went on about something that happened at work today. you knew you were being a bad friend, and made a mental note to make it up to her later.

you saw that you had a text message and your breath caught in your throat as you tapped on it.

hey ☺️ it’s been a long time. you watched the game?

you stared at the message, suprised he’d responded so fast, if at all.

“i’m sorry, i gotta go, my phones about to die, i’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” jessie said, and you said a quick goodbye before you both hung up, leaving you alone to deal with your thoughts.

what had you intended when you texted sasha? you weren’t sure even you knew, but typed out a reply anyway; deciding you would figure it out as you went.

i was there actually - i’m in florida for a few days.

you impatiently waited as the three dots appeared to indicate that he was typing.

oh wow. thank you for coming to the game.

you smiled.

i wouldn’t miss it.

it took a few minutes after he read the message for him to reply this time, and you worried you’d said something wrong. deciding you didn’t want to sit by the pool anymore, you wrapped your towel around yourself, fighting of the evening chill that had begun to tickle your skin.

you’d made it up to your hotel room by the time your phone went off again, though it was a text this time; it was ringing. you assumed it was jessie, but froze when you saw sasha’s name light up the screen instead.

should i answer it? you thought.

a thousand reasons why you should or shouldn’t ran through your mind, but you ultimately swiped accept and closed the door behind you as you stepped in to your suite.

“hi,” you answered nervously. all these years later and he still had this much of an effect on you.

“hi,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice. “it really is you.”

“did you think it might not be?” you laughed slightly, and on the other end of the call, aleksander realized how much he’d missed the sound.

“i don’t know, maybe,” he admitted. “it’s good to hear from you.”

your heart skipped a beat.

“how have you been?” you asked, pacing around the room. despite how easily sasha used to be able to put you at ease, you couldn’t stay still.

“i’m good,” he replied, and you had forgotten that he was a man of few words at times. “what about you? what brings you to florida?”

you couldn’t exactly tell him that you had been good save for the fact that he was all you’d thought about for the last few days.

“good,” you decided was your answer. “why did you call instead of texting?” you asked. it had been years since you last spoke, but you felt like you were back in college, calling him while he was on the road to hear about his latest game.

“oh… i just wanted to hear your voice i guess,” he admitted, a blush forming across his face that he was glad you couldn’t see.

sasha sat in his car outside the restaurant where he and some of his teammates had been out to celebrate their victory when you texted, and he had excused himself to make a phone call, quietly sneaking out to his car.

of course he’d thought about you in the years since you left finland, always considering you to be the one that got away, despite the fact that you both knew from the beginning that you’d be leaving.

he hadn’t expected you to text him out of the blue that you were in florida, and it made him anxious to know that you were so close, especially knowing that you had been at the game earlier that day.

a happy anxious.

“yeah, it’s nice to hear your voice too.”

“are you coming to the game later this week?” he asked. you hadn’t planned on it, but the way he asked made you hope it meant that he wanted you to say yes.

“i might be, i’ll have to see about getting a ticket,” you replied, giving an open ended answer.

“if you need a ticket i can send you one,” he said, before quickly adding. “if you want.”

“do you want me there?” you asked, hoping you weren’t being too bold to assume that could be what he meant.

“of course i do.”

•

you spent the next few days feeling like you were floating on air, like you would wake up any moment and this would all be a dream.

you had been texting aleksander almost constantly, and he called you every night, catching up on the years you had missed, though it felt like no time had passed.

you were suprised when he had asked you to meet him after the game tomorrow, which he had in fact gotten you a ticket for. you tried to offer to pay for it, but he refused. you knew he could easily get them for free as the captain, but still felt wrong taking it.

you were getting ready to head to the arena, when your phone rang.

“are you ever actually working when you’re at your job?” you laughed as you accepted the call from jessie.

“i’m on my break for your information,” she argued playfully.

“fair enough. how are things back home?”

“boring without you of course,” she laughed.

“obviously,” you teased.

“did you decide if you’re going to the game tonight?” she asked, and you half wondered if she had cameras watching you.

“i am actually getting ready to go right now, stalker.”

“good - i’m sure you’ll have a great time,” she replied. “and who knows, maybe you’ll run into a certain finnish captian while you’re there…”

“i doubt it,” you lied. you still hadn’t told her that you’d already gone to a game, or that you’d been talking with sasha non stop for the last three days.

“you never know. cupid works in mysterious ways.”

“jess…”

“i know im just teasing.”

you talked for a few more minutes before you had to leave to go the arena, still thinking about what she had said.

if only she knew, you laughed to yourself.

•

you waited in your rental car after the game for aleksander to text you where to meet him, giving him time to shower and talk with the team after yet another panthers win.

he had let them know that he wouldn’t be joining them to celebrate tonight, but hadn’t told them why, deciding to keep your existence a secret for now as neither of you were sure exactly that this was.

you phone went off and you checked to see that he had sent you his location, still at the arena but he must have parked on the other side where fans couldn’t usually go.

you drove over until you saw him standing outside the players entrance, and your heart rate sped up.

talking on the phone was one thing, but seeing him in person was different.

you hoped you looked okay as you parked and got out, walking up to him with a smile.

“hey,” he smiled, and you couldn’t resist the urge to embrace him in a hug, which he thankfully returned.

sasha felt a pang in his heart as he held you tight to his chest, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. he missed this; sure he had moved on with his life in the time you had spent apart, but there was a part of him that always wondered what it would have been like to have you there by his side the whole time.

“did you get taller?” you laughed, and he smiled, blushing softly like he always did anytime you complimented him.

“maybe,” he shrugged as he felt your arms release their grip on him. as you stepped back, he took in your appearance. you had grown up slightly since he’d watched you board a plane and leave him behind, but the years had been good to you.

“congrats on the win by the way,” you said, suprised at how the nerves had melted away. so far, he was still the same sasha, and you’d always found it easy to talk to him.

“thank you,” he said shyly, humble as ever.

“where did you wanna go?” you asked.

“do you want to get coffee?”

“sure,” you smiled. “lead the way, captain.”

•

you and sasha spent nearly three hours in the small coffee shop, catching up on anything you’d missed telling eachother over the phone, and repeating somethings you already had. neither of you minded, and when the barista let you guys know that they’d be closing up soon, you found yourself wishing you had more time.

just like in finland.

there was no one else in the coffee shop since it was late at night by now, and the soft music was quickly making you tired despite the caffeine in your system.

“i should take you home,” he offered, and then as if he read your mind, added. “i can pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to your car if you want.”

“sure - thank you,” he helped you put on your light jacket you had worn despite the florida heat, and you hesitated before slipping your hand into his as he walked beside you to his car, fingers interlocking.

once you were back at your hotel, you hesitated before getting out of the car.

“do you want to come up with me?” too scared to see his reaction, you looked down at your lap as you waited for his answer, but the sound of the engine shutting off made you lift you gaze and meet his eyes.

“i’d like that.”

•

you woke up to the feeling of sasha’s fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder, and cuddled closer into his chest as the sunlight crept in through a crack in the curtains.

“good morning,” he whispered.

“good morning,” you repeated, feeling the warmth of his arms wrapping around you, your legs tangled with his beneath the covers.

“i missed this,” he admitted, and you hummed in response.

“me too.”

he was silent for a moment, as if he was mustering up the courage to ask you his next question.

“do you ever wonder what things would be like if you had stayed in finland?”

you looked up at him, your eyes meeting.

“yeah, a lot actually,” you admitted. “sometimes i regret leaving.”

“you had to go,” he said, but you could tell that it had hurt him when you left. maybe as much as it had hurt you.

“it was one of the hardest things i ever did. leaving you.”

“we found eachother again though,” he replied, always finding a way to look at things in a positive light. reality set in as you realized the harsh truth.

“i’m only in florida for a few more days sasha,” you confessed, and you felt guilty. surely he knew that you had to leave again, but it still felt like you were doing something wrong.

“i know,” he assured you. “no one stays anywhere forever.” you knew he hadn’t meant it with any hostility.

“do you like it here in florida?” you asked, trying to shift the subject off of you leaving. “it’s so different from home.”

“it’s very different, but it’s nice.” he agreed, and while he knew when you called finland home you meant his, but there was a time when you called it home as well, even if you were just a guest there.

“yeah, it’s really nice,” you agreed.

“will you visit again?” he asked the question you had been dreading.

“i don’t know when i’ll be able to,” you said honestly. “but i’ll try, sasha.”

he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“we play in your hometown next month,” he remembered aloud, and you smiled, knowing you would see him again sooner than you imagined.

“i’ll have to get a ticket,” you smiled at him.

“i think i can help with that.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[drurrito]

Welcome Aboard

A/N: Cranked out my first fic for Carol. All mistakes are mine.

Pairings: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst and alcohol use

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Carol never has visitors.

When the boarding request pops up on her communications system, she almost blows it to bits, it's a sound she hasn't heard in years. It takes her a few seconds to finally press the button to speak to whoever is waiting on the other side.

"Who's there?" she finally asks.

"Captain Marvel?" a voice responds, "I'm agent y/n, I'm here from S.A.B.E.R. Our comms are down indefinitely, so Fury sent me over to do a briefing."

Carol looks over at Goose, who's stretched out across the navigation station, unbothered by the news of an unexpected guest. Carol tries to emulate the same attitude, striding over to the door to greet you like she's done this plenty of times. She used to at some point, that has to count for something, right?

She loses her bravado as soon as she finds you standing in the entryway.

"Captain Marvel, it's a pleasure to meet you," you stick your hand out and Carol takes it after a beat too long. You don't take offense, Fury gave you the rundown on how long Carol has been isolated. It only took a few minutes to conclude that being a multi-galactic hero is a lonely job.

Carol doesn't stand around for too long, she hurries into the ship after inviting you in.

"Excuse the mess, been a while since someone's been aboard," she apologizes, tossing a single loose shirt into a hamper in the corner and tidying a pillow that was definitely knocked over by Goose.

"It's no problem, are you ready to start the briefing?"

"Sure, you want a drink or anything? Besides water, I think there's a few bottles of brew from Aladna hiding in the back of the fridge," Carol is already halfway to the kitchen, oblivious to the quizzical look on your face.

"I'm okay, Captain, honest," you flash her a friendly smile, and she feels the air escape her lungs. Her shoulders descend from her ears as she walks over to the chair across from you. You're too busy pulling up the agenda to notice.

Carol gingerly takes a seat, her hands rubbing vigorously against her thighs. She might be the first person to grate their hands on denim jeans at this rate. You're still looking for the agenda when Carol springs up from her seat, "are you sure you're not hungry? I'm so sorry, I should have offered before-"

"Captain?"

"Yes?" Her eyebrows were about to launch into orbit, she was already a few paces away from the kitchen, scraping the farthest corners of her mind for that recipe she learned from a family she helped a few galaxies ago.

"I'm okay, really."

"Right," she hurries over to the chair again and lets her body unceremoniously drop into it, vowing to herself she'll never get up from this spot unless she absolutely needs to. She looks up to see you waiting patiently for her go-ahead. Despite traveling to the furthest edges of the universe, she's never seen anything like the color of your eyes.

She collects herself quickly before saying, "let's get started."

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The briefing was mostly successful. Turns out your agenda was outdated, the correct one must have been wiped out from the surge that knocked out the comms. You had to ad-lib everything that was left out and corrected anything that was no longer relevant. Carol watched you intently the whole time, like the fate of the universe depended on scheduled ship maintenances and admin tasks.

"There's still one thing, it was from a meeting last week," you stand, pacing back and forth trying to jog your memory.

"I'm sure it's in there somewhere, maybe we can take a look with these?" Carol is holding two memory dive devices. You've never had to use them before, but you know everything there is to know about how they work.

"Good idea Captain."

"You can call me Carol, agent, it's alright," she hands you one of the devices.

"Thank you," you just nod and take the device, Carol pretends the way your fingers brushed against hers for a fleeting second didn't just make her spine tingle. She lets you take her bed while she sits in the tattered recliner she's been meaning to get rid of.

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It all happens so fast.

One second you're watching the memory of you sitting in a briefing room with Fury and your colleagues, the next, you're watching Carol's memory of Maria telling her to take Goose.

"The cancer came back."

You can only watch a few more blurs of Carol's memory before you jolt upright. Your body is so tense, all you can do is let out a shuddering breath and a few tears.

"Y/n?" Carol is already by your side, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

Her voice is distant, like she's calling to you from the other end of the galaxy in the deepest cave. You're still trying to get your bearings, that was far too much pain packed into what was only seconds with the mind dive.

"Can you look at me? Please?"

She sounds much closer now, you turn to look at her and suddenly remember where you are. Your breath is still unsteady as you wipe the half-dried tears on your cheeks, embarrassed over being reduced to tears.

"That...those were your memories," you finally speak, Carol sighs in relief. Her hands have been hovering between your shoulders and face this whole time, unsure if touching you was the best idea.

"Yeah, they were," she straightens up, taking the device from your hands and tossing both aside.

"I've been trying to remember everything...before, well, everything," Carol starts again, looking at anything but you, "I'm so sorry, if I knew that was going to happen I wouldn't have-"

She's cut off by the feeling of your arms pulling her against you. She almost forgot how much she loves hugs, almost.

Carol returns the favor and wraps her arms around you. You both stay like that for a while. Loss is one of the first lessons a hero learns, but it doesn't mean they're impervious to its effects, especially with how often it happens. Carol is trying to convey how sorry she is with every circle she rubs into your back. You only part when it seems like the dust has finally settled.

"I think I'll take that beer now," you say after heavy sigh. Carol gives you a sympathetic smile before heading to the fridge.

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Carol explains everything that you saw.

She also tells you stories about her life before this one, and her adventures from roaming the galaxies. You did a poor job of trying to stifle your giggling when she mentioned being married to Aladna's prince to resolve a "legal issue." That earned you some side eye and an eventual smirk.

Carol swears she's mostly made peace with everything that happened, but you both know it weighs heavy on her from time to time.

Especially during long stretches of solitude like this one.

Goose saunters over to you and spills over your feet belly-up with a lazy "meow," a prime position for scratches.

"Goose is probably stoked to get scritches from someone other than me," Carol quips into the mouth of her beer.

"I could do this all day," you say without a second thought and Carol's smile reaches her eyes.

"Carol, I want my agent back," Fury chimes in over comms.

"I'll think about it," Carol says coolly as she takes a swig from her beer, you stand up out of habit from hearing Fury's voice.

"He's right, I should probably go, there's going to be million things to do now that comms are back up."

"Of course, let me walk you out," Carol sets her bottle down and leads you to the doorway. Seems like you only walked through there a few minutes ago. Time is playing tricks on you, it seems.

"Stay safe out there," Carol says.

"You too, Carol," you trade smiles, committing hers to memory by the time she pulls you in for a hug.

"Thank you," she whispers, hugging you tighter for a few seconds before finally letting you go.

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"So?" Fury is the first to greet you when you arrive at the station.

"Pretending comms is down just to give her human interaction is kind of evil...yet genius," you shake your head with a smile.

"I know she gets lonely out there, she'll never admit it. This is the least I can do," he shrugs before turning on his heel. He walks a few steps before turning to you again.

"Same time next month, agent y/n?"

"Of course sir."

He gives you a curt nod with a knowing smirk before finally leaving.

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 11

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Pensacola, Fl

Jey & Shantell’s

Jey’s POV

“No, I ain’t doing it, I was promised two months off to be wit my family, and I want all my time,” I said standing my ground.

“Jey, just hear me out,” Paul said as Shantell walked into my office with our son. “Uh, I can come back;” she whispered reading the room as Paul stood up looking at Joshua. “He is beautiful Shantell,” Paul said touching his little feet as he yawned.

"Thanks, Paul,” she said smiling as it made me smile. Shantell was a natural mother, and I adored watching her with Joshua. I’m kind of scared she may decide she doesn’t want to go back on the road with me.

“Shantell, we forgot your scheduled leave falls around the time of WrestleMania. Jey would miss his match with Jimmy unless he comes back early,” Paul said as Shantell frowned at him in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to get him back on the road now, we’ve barely been home a month,” Shantell said as Paul let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, you ain’t gotta bring Shantell into this. I already told you no,” I said slightly angry because I knew he was going to try to get Shantell on his side.

“If Jey, said no that’s my answer as well,” Shantell said winking at me as my heart swelled. No questions asked she immediately supported my decision.  “I hope ya’ll got some ideas to continue the storyline then because I’m outta ideas,” Paul said throwing his hands up in the air as Shantell laughed.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if we put our heads together,” she said walking over, gently placing Joshua in my arms. "I gotta work baby,” she whispered against my lips, stealing a kiss before turning around to leave.

“Have a good show baby,” I said as she gave Paul a hug and left the room.

“I’ll leave ya’ll be, just enjoy this time with the baby and each other,” Paul said as I stood up to shake his hand.

“Thanks for understanding,” I said as he softly kissed Joshua’s tiny head, putting his hand on my shoulder. “No problem, family always comes first, I understand it and appreciate it,” he said walking out of my office.

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Shantell’s POV

I knew Jey was torn between his job and being a dad. I needed to talk to him to see where his head was at. I know for me I can say that running Smackdown from home was easier for me. I could do my job without the constant comings and goings. Then on the other hand I would miss Jey like crazy, so I knew my decision was to go back on the road.

“Jey, did you put Joshua in his room?” I asked walking into our bedroom after my shower.. “Shhh, I got him,” he whispered lifting up the comforter as I see him curled up on his chest, asleep without a care in the world. “Ok, my heart is going to burst,” I said putting my hand over my heart. “Come on over here, we been waiting on you,” he said patting the spot beside him, smirking at me.

I didn’t need to be told twice as I climbed into bed and snuggled in his arms. “See you gon’ spoil me, and I’m not going to want to go back to the busy lifestyle of our job,” I whispered as he laughed. “So, what else had Paul talked about before I came in,” I asked caressing his arm.

“He was talking about the match with Jimmy. I told him straight up we didn’t mean for it to be now. Our dream is to face each other in the main event at WrestleMania when we decide to hang the boots up, “he said hesitating trying to find the right words to say.

“You want to be each other’s last opponent,” I said completely understanding what he was trying to say.  “See you get me, and this mess they trying to put together is just a cash grab. So, no I’m taking my time off with you and the baby. We figure the shit out when we get back to work,” Jey said running his hands over his face.

“Ok, I know when you do that you’re stressed, so what else did he say?” I asked as he looked at me worried and anxious.

“I won’t be able to take extensive time off for another year. That pushes our wedding back because it was so much, I wanted to do,” he said nervously.

“Sir, we could go to the courthouse tomorrow, and get this thang poppin’,” I said honestly as he gave me a small smile.  “I wanted to take you to Hawaii, and have a ceremony with our family,” he said as I cut him off with a kiss.  “I just want to marry you,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned pulling me closer.

“Jey, don’t worry about it, a year gives us time to plan. I promise everything is going to be beautiful when we do get murdered…I mean married,” I joked trying to get him to relax as he smirked at my antics.

“So, a year from now, we’re getting married in the flower circle surrounded by our families, right?” he asked holding out his pinky finger as I laughed, locking my pinky with his. “Yes, I promise, I’ll be the one in the veil down front,” I whispered as he kissed me.

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One Year Later

WrestleMania 41

Shantell’s POV

“Let’s go Fatu!” I yelled as Joshua lifted his little hands in the air mimicking me cheering for his dad as he laid his head on my shoulder. The bloodline feud was finally coming full circle as it was culminating in a fatal four way. Jey vs Roman Vs Jimmy Vs. Solo.

 “Come on Jurdy!” Trin screamed beside me as we both laughed.  They were putting on a hell of a show and we couldn’t be prouder.

“What did we miss, I hated to leave but the baby is sitting on my bladder,” Tangela said rubbing her small baby bump as Sofia helped her sit down. “You having fun watching daddy Cameron?” Sofia asked as he smiled jumping into her arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed coming to stand beside me at the barrier with him.  “I think they're in the final act,” I said turning back to the action.

“Let’s go Sefa!” Sofia yelled as Solo in spite of himself smiled at her lightly, hiding his face from the camera.

Joe’s POV

“Let’s take it home ya’ll,” Jey muttered as I nodded. All of us got up staring around looking at each other, and the crowd as they chanted, "This is awesome!"

“Yes, it is! Ya’ll tearin' it up!” I heard Tangela yell as I shot her a quick wink before we all broke off brawling. “It’s your time bro,” I muttered to Solo as he was trying to control his emotions.

“Ya’ll sure bout this,” he whispered as I went down from his Samoan spike. Jey and Jimmy took turns hitting me with their signature splash as I lay there unmoving.  “One of ya’ll cover his ass!” Trin yelled as Solo attacked Jey and Jimmy. Throwing them out of the ring,he quickly covering me.

I could hear the chaos and excitement as the crowd counted in unison “1,2,3!” and it was over. “I love you, Bro,” Solo whispered as I felt my emotions getting the best of me. “I love you too, make us proud,” I responded rolling slowly out of the ring.

I wanted him to enjoy his moment. “Your winner and New Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, Solo Sikoa!” Samantha’s voice rang out through the arena as I crawled off to the side to watch him celebrate his moment.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes!!! Go Solo!” I yelled as Jey walked over and gently kissed me. “I love you,” he whispered taking Joshua from me as he laid his head on his shoulder. “I love you more,” I said as Jimmy came over and took Cameron, placing him on the edge of the ring as he took off running to his dad.

“Oh my gosh, ya’ll get a picture Sofia,” cried as Joe climbed back in and they posed with the kids in the ring. “Aye, we wanna thank ya’ll for really rockin’ with us on this Bloodline story. It was a lot of twists and turns we took ya’ll on, “Jimmy said into the microphone as the crowd cheered.

 “Thank you to our family, we love all ya’ll. We will never forget this night ever,” Jey said as I wiped my tears as they all embraced in the ring.  “This is our bloodline!” Solo screamed holding Joshua and Cameron in his arms with the undisputed championship around his waist.

“Yep, I’m a bucket of water now,” Trin said crying as Tangela stood up coming closer. “Girl, I been there,” she said laughing through her tears. “Oh, hell no, here comes the camera,” Sofia said trying to wipe her tears. “Girl, it’s over, we on the big screen lookin' a hot crying mess,” I laughed pointing up at the screen.  We took a few more pictures of them in the ring before heading backstage.

“So are you ready Shantell?” Trin asked as I placed my hand on my heart. “I’m nervous, but I can’t wait,” I said honestly. We were flying out to Hawaii to finally get married. Paul had given us the private Jet for the trip.

The gorilla erupted in applause as they appeared backstage. Sofia took off running to Solo as he caught her in his arms. “I’m so proud of you baby,” she cried as he embraced her tight crying himself.

Little Joshua was almost asleep on Jey’s chest. “I really love you,” I told him, just feeling so proud of him as he kissed me. “I love you too, let’s go get married,” he whispered against my lips as I laughed. “Yea, let’s go,” I said caressing his face as lil Joshua reached for me. “You little cockblocker,” Jey laughed as I slapped his chest. “No, my baby ain't,” I said laughing as he put his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Well, what do you call that?” Jey asked with humor in his voice pointing at him fighting to keep his little eyes closed.  “He’s tired, it’s been a long day,” I said rocking him in my arms as Jey caressed his little cheek. “I’m kidding baby, Goodnight, buddy. Daddy loves you,” he whispered kissing his cheek.

“I’ll let ya’ll gather up your things, I’m going to put him to bed,” I said giving him one last kiss before walking away. “Alright, Mrs. Fatu,” I heard him mutter to himself as I smiled. Yea, within the next 48 hours I was about to become Mrs. Fatu.

WWE Private Jet

Jey’s POV

“Mom, Pops, and Tanya are already there waiting on us trying to make sure the wedding decorations are right,” I said talking to Trin as she smiled at me.

“So did ma make your lei out of maile leaves,” she asked as it was my turn to smile. “Yea, she did, and its beautiful. She sent me a picture of it, and she’s going to do a flower crown for Shantell to wear at the reception,” I said looking around at my family.

Man, this tight family circle was the true definition of ride-or-die right here. I’m nervous as hell, but I know I’m ready to make Shantell my wife. I was ready when I proposed, as far as I was concerned she’s been my wife. I just hope it’s everything she dreamed it would be and more.

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Rehearsal Dinner

Solo’s POV

So, I want to make a toast to my new daughter and my son,” Pops said raising his glass as we toasted Jey and Shantell.

“So, are we still on for Shantell’s Hulu Practice tonight, “Trin whispered as I nodded trying not to draw attention to us as Jey was focused on pops and Shantell out on the dance floor.

“Yeah, Shantell has been practicing a lot but is overthinking it,” I whispered looking at Jey. He is going to be so surprised. I know he felt at times he was forcing our culture on her, but she was very interested in learning about it.  I smiled seeing Shantell and Pops heading back to our table.

“Joshua, your wife is a little tired. I think you should walk her back to her room,” pops said as Shantell quickly winked at Trin and I. “Man we really doin’ this not seeing the bride before the wedding,” Jey mumbled.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes, we are, and you gon’ do it with a smile,” Sandra said as I laughed giving Joshua a kiss. “We got the baby, you both get some rest tonight,” my mom said as I hugged her in thanks.  “Let’s go wifey,” Jey interrupted giving a cheeky smile before steering me away.

“No funny business, and I mean it,” Sandra said as we laughed walking out the door happy, but also dreading being apart even if it’s only for a day. It was almost like we were walking in slow motion trying to stall before we would have to say goodnight.

I texted Solo and Sandra to meet me in about an hour to go over the Hulu dance one more time. I wanted to do the dancer for Jey because it is a symbol of love and respect for our marriage in their culture.

Jey’s POV

It was good to have some alone time, as short as it was. Shantell stood beside me seeming to be in deep thought about something.

“You ain’t having second thoughts, are you?” I asked nervously as she laughed. “Nah, you ain’t gonna get rid of me that easy,” she whispered wrapping her arms around my waist as we walked to her room.

“You know I ain’t walked you to your room since before Money in the Bank almost two years ago,” I whispered as I shivered at the memory myself. “Yes, I remember that night, Heyman catching us outside my door,” she blushed as I pushed her up against her door kissing her breathless.

Shantell’s POV

“Baby, we can’t," I moaned against his lips desperately trying to pull him closer. “See this is what happens when you deny me for two weeks, we are both horny as shit,” he growled moving his kisses to my neck as I involuntarily leaned back against the door.

“I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be special, “I gasped as he began sucking my neck.

 “Mmm, it’s always special wit you,” he moaned as I gently kissed him before pulling away to open my door. “Go inside before I take you right now up against this door,” he said kissing the back of my neck gently before backing away putting a little space between us.

 “I love you too, and I can’t wait to marry you,” I whispered quickly stealing a kiss, shutting the door before he could respond. I knew if I heard his response, my resolve would crumble and he would be in here for the night.  Wow tomorrow I would finally become Mrs. Fatu..

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Wedding Day

 Shantell’s POV

“I haven’t seen him all day and I’m nervous,” I moaned as Trin fixed my veil, pulling it back over my head. "Girl, take some deep breaths, ee got you," Trin said smiling at me. “Shantell, you look beautiful, Jey is going to flip when he sees you,” Sofia said fixing her dress.

“Are ya’ll ready?” my mom came in looking at me in tears “Oh, my baby Is about to be somebody’s wife,” she cried as I tried to stop my tears.

“Mama, you makin’ her cry,” Tangela said as my makeup artist Gina moved aside so my mom could come beside me.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” she whispered hugging me as I let the tears flow not caring. “I love you, Mama,” I whispered hugging her tight. “He better take care of ya’ll or I’ll kill him,” she said lightening the moment "Mama, he will and we will take care of him," I assured her pulling away, wiping her tears.

“Mama, we were doing alright until she saw you,” Gina Joked as my mom smiled at her moving aside so she could touch up my makeup. “I’m sorry, this my baby, I can’t help it," my mom said sniffling as I pouted. “Ok, are we ready for the first touch,” Trin asked picking up the back of my dress as my mom blindfolded me, leading me across the hall to see Jey.

“Mama, this ain’t fair! I can’t see her, I wanna see her,” Jey whined as my mom placed me against his back as he reached for my hand.

Jey’s POV

I could feel her against my back, but I couldn’t see her. This is torture right here. “I need you to put this in your pocket,” Shantell said handing me a red small silk bag. Not thinking, I placed it in my pocket trying to control my emotions as I saw the outline of her veil. My mind was done for, I knew she was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to see her. I closed my eyes tight trying to not sneak a peak at her.

“Did you open it babe?" she whispered as I kissed her hand. "No, I didn’t baby," I answered honestly. “You gotta open it!” She exclaimed as I smiled. “They said I had to keep my eyes closed,” I said as the photographer interrupted us “You can open your eyes, just don’t turn around to look at each other,” she said lightly laughing at us snapping away.

What had she done, all I had done was write a damn letter. I reluctantly let her hand go to open the silk bag, my body shook with emotion as I saw a heart shaped pendant with a picture of my uncle Ecky with my brothers and me inside it.

“Wow, thank you so much baby,” I whispered taking her hand gently placing kisses all over it as a few of my tears fell onto her hand. “This way he’s here with you today, and every day,” she said taking a deep breath as her voice broke. I nodded overwhelmed by her and the things she does for me trying to control my tears.

Shantell’s POV

“Alright! let’s get married,” I sighed as he leaned further against me. “Hell, yea let’s do this,” he whispered as I could faintly hear Ed Sheran and Beyonce cover of Perfect playing as Trin winked at me pointing to her phone letting me know she was playing the song as I grinned brightly at her.

 My girl always comes in clutch for me.  “Mannn, your suit feels so good,” I whined as he laughed.  “Geez, what is this?” I questioned as my mom laughed along with him as I rubbed his arm. “I had to look good for you,” he said as I took a deep breath.

“You smell so good too!” I Exclaimed resting my head against his back. “What I smell like baby?” he asked cheekily as I sniffed again and whispered, “Sex on legs,” as he laughed out loud still holding onto my hand. “Ya’ll ready to get married?” my mom asked as we both nodded.

“Alright, we gotta take her, you’ll meet her in the flower circle," Sandra said reaching over to wipe Jey’s tears as he gently released my hand. Trin and my mom ushered me out of his room before he could see me.

“Girl, he looked good,” Trin said taking my picture as we were heading down to the beach with the photographer.

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Shantell’s POV

“Cameron and Joshua are dressed, and heading down with pops,” Trin said smiling at the picture he had just sent her. “Oh my goodness look at them,” I squealed at them in their little suits.  “Here, I almost forgot to give you this, it’s from Jey,” Trin said handing me the letter as I went to sit down. I was almost scared to open it as I took a deep breath and began reading.

Shantell,

Today is a special day, it’s the day we become one. I hope I never disappoint or hurt you. On this day I promise to be the best man I can for you and our son. Through the darkest of times, we made it baby, and I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Fatu.

  Being trusted with your heart is a special gift; I vow to be your strength and with you through sickness and in health. I promise to be there through the good and bad. Place your heart in my hands today, and I vow to never break it. I know your father is proud of you and is smiling down on us today. So, let’s get married, what do you say? I’ll be the one in the fly suit waiting in the flower circle with our family.

I love you,

Joshua-

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“Shantell what did he say?” Sofia asked smiling at me as I looked up from the letter wiping my tears. “Girl that’s private, let my brother be romantic,” Trin said calling in Gina to put her final touches my face.

“The guys are down there waiting, let’s get you married!” Tangela exclaimed hugging me before going to open the door for us.

“Let’s do it,” I smiled as Trin placed my veil over my face as we began our walk down to beach.

Jey’s Pov

“Don’t let me see her until she’s about to start walking down the aisle,” I said nudging Jimmy as he smiled at me. “I got you, bro,” he said rubbing my shoulder as “Stop This World” by Ne’yo began playing.

 I put Joshua down in front of me, holding his hand as he smiled up at me leaning on my leg.

Okay, I woke up in heaven today

She kissed me I floated away, away

Never felt anything so great

Alright, Now I brace myself for the fights

Something must go wrong cause is way too right

I'm light as a feather tonight, Yeah, Yeah

I saw my mother and father coming down the aisle arm and arm. It warmed my heart, I felt my eyes burning trying to stop my tears as they walked down the aisle.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

“Look at my wife man,” Joe whispered smiling bright at Tangela as she slowly walked down the aisle followed by Sofia. I swear Solo’s smile was so bright he could light up a room looking at wife as she walked down the aisle. “That’s my wife,” he said out loud as she blushed continuing her way down to us.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Stop this world from spinning

Trin finally came from around the corner all smiles but wiping her tears, I looked over at my brother as he wiped his own tears looking at his wife, as she took her place next to Sofia.

“The wide is tomin’, my tee tee tomin’! The wide is tomin!’ Cameron's little voice screamed as he held up his sign, gently trotting down the aisle to Solo as we all laughed. Hey, he couldn’t pronounce bride, or coming, but we knew what my lil dude was trying to say. “You did so good buddy,” Solo praised as Cameron clapped at his father’s words.

“Close your eyes, bro,” Jimmy whispered as I quickly obeyed him taking a deep breath as I heard a gasp from him and Solo beside me. I knew she was beautiful as hell, and I couldn’t stop my tears. I hadn’t seen her yet, and I was losing it.

“Open yo eyes, bro, and look at your wife. She’s beautiful man,” he whispered rubbing my shoulder as I opened my eyes. I felt myself stop breathing as I saw her standing there with her mom.

And I see, Heaven when she looks at me

In her smile is the most amazing dream

And in her eyes I fall asleep

“Whoo! You is beautiful, girl!” I shouted overwhelmed seeing her in her beautiful gown.  Her veil covered her face, but I could see her beauty as she smiled brightly at me as she and her mom began walking towards me.

And I hope, hope that she can see through the smoke

Of my imperfections into my soul

And my heart where she has control

(She has control)

 “We made it…Baby, you are so beautiful,” I said using my hand to wipe my tears as I saw her getting closer to me. “Mama,” Joshua said pointing at Shantell as I picked him up. “I know it bud, ain’t mama beautiful,” I said as he smiled at me, then Shantell.

“Go get her young man,” the priest said as I walked to Shantell and her mother. “Thank you, ma,” I whispered hugging Shantell’s mother as she held me tight. “Take care of my baby Joshua,” she whispered before letting me go and giving me Shantell’s hand. “You know I will with my life.” I assured her.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

I faintly heard Shantell sniffling as I slowly lifted her veil, she put her fingers under her eyes trying to stop her tears. “ I love you so much, and you are so beautiful,” I whispered, taking her in before kissing her on the cheek. “You look very handsome,” she said smiling at me through her tears as Joshua leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“You're handsome too,” she said slightly tickling him as he smiled at her. Taking her hand, we walked to the flower circle as our family surrounded us in a circle.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Shantell’s POV

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate and witness the marriage of Shantell and Joshua. In planning this beautiful occasion, they emphasized to me that this wedding isn’t only about their connection but to celebrate the reconnection of their families as well as new beginnings,” he said as Josh smiled at his mom and mine.

“This circle we have formed here today represents an everlasting bond like Shantell and Joshua’s love. It can’t be broken, not by time, distance, or death.  Shantell and Joshua opted to do their own vows and wanted to speak from their hearts. "Joshua take this ring and place it upon her finger,” the priest said as Josh he gave our son to Jimmy before grabbing the ring to place it on my finger.

“Shantell, with this ring I promise to always make our family's love and happiness my number one priority. I will dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. It will always be you and me baby. You are my forever person—my life, today and always.” Josh said his voice slightly breaking as he caressed my hand before I smiled at him wiping my tears.

Jey’s POV

“Now, Shantell place this ring upon Joshua’s finger,” the priest said passing her my wedding band.

“Joshua, with this ring, I promise to be your lover, companion and friend.  Your partner in parenthood, your ally in the conflict even if I disagree. I’ll always be your #1 fan and your toughest opponent,” Shantell said as light laughter could be heard around us.

“Most importantly, I will be your person. Always know that there is nothing we can’t overcome as long as we have each other and our family. I am ready to face anything with you by my side.  I promise to protect your heart and love you with everything in me until death do us part,” she smiled, reaching up wiping my tears as I kissed her hand.

“Can I please kiss her now?”, I asked just wanting to feel her in my arms. “Yes, you may kiss your bride,” the priest said as I gently swept Shantell up in my arms in a passionate kiss as our family and friends celebrated. “I love you so much,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips. “I love you more,” she whispered back, hugging me as I kissed her shoulder.

“May I present Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Fatu,” the priest announced as I held Shantell tight in my arms. “We did it, baby,” she whispered as I held her tighter. “We sure did,” I said as Jimmy leaned over, passing Joshua back to me as he reached for Shantell smiling. “Hey, mama missed you,” she whispered holding him close as we posed for the photographer.

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Jimmy’s POV

“Where did Shantell go?” Jey asked, getting antsy as mom had rushed her away to change clothes about 30 minutes ago.

“Sit here, and be patient Jey,” I said pushing him down in his seat. He always has to be in control, I hope that is something Shantell can break him of. I see his body still as Shantell came out and began dancing, doing her interpretation of the Hulu dance.

The flower crown mom had made brought out the colors in her new dress. She looked even more beautiful than before. I smiled as Trin came over and hugged me.

“Shantell is doing great,” she said as I nodded in agreement. “Your dance on our wedding day will always be my favorite though,” I whispered kissing her on the cheek.

“Aww, Jurdy stop making me cry,” she said wiping her fresh new batch of tears. “Girl, you been a bucket of water all day,” I said hugging her as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I’m just so happy,” she whispered as I held her tight. “I’m happy too Trin, really happy,” I assured her as we turned back to watch Shantell finish her dance.

Shantell’s POV

“You betta dance Mrs. Fatu,” Jey said as I smiled at him as I continued to dance for him. As I spun around my eyes met Sandra’s as she winked at me, nodding her head. Her approval motivated me, as I turned back around to finish the dance.

Hearing the applause when I finished made me feel accomplished, I had a hard time learning the dance, so this was a personal triumph for me. I saw my husband wiping his tears as he stood up walking towards me.

 “You did that baby, it was beautiful,” Jey said taking me in his arm as I looked around for Solo. “What’s wrong?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “I was trying to find Solo, I wanted to thank him for helping me,” I said honestly.

“Baby, Sofia, and Solo went upstairs if you get what I’m saying,” he said raising his eyebrow at me as I laughed, seeing Joe come over with Joshua. “We bout to take my lil nephew to bed, so get love Mama and Daddy,” he said smiling as I attacked his little cheeks with kisses.

“Good night, baby see you in the morning,” I whispered as Jey kissed the top of his head. “Night lil man, be good for Uncle Joe and Auntie Tangela,” he said as Joshua put his head on Joe’s shoulder.

“Ok, ya’ll have fun and we’ll see ya’ll tomorrow,” Joe said as I pouted watching them walk away. “Aww, mama cut the string, Uncle Joe got him,” my mom said hugging me as I sighed against her. “I know mama, it just gets hard to let him go. Thanks again for everything today,” I said honestly as she rubbed my back.

 “I always got your back, everything was beautiful,” she whispered holding me tighter. “Well, what about your new son, I need love Jey,” said smirking at us as she waved him over laughing as he joined our hug.

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Solo and Sofia’s Hotel Room

Sofia’s Pov

“We missed the dance,” I breathed, lightly biting Solo’s neck. “Shantell will understand,” he moaned thrusting harder as I braced myself on the counter as he fucked me. “Fuck, I’m right there baby, don’t stop,” I moaned as I felt his hand tighten in my hair as he attacked my neck with kisses as he thrusted deeper.

“You know I love that barbaric shit,” I moaned, as he snatched me off the counter gripping my upper thighs, thrusting me up and down hard on his dick. “Yes! Make me scream!” I exclaimed as he sped up his thrusts.

“You gon’ give me another baby?" he asked growling in his throat as each stroke became more powerful and intense. “I’ll give you anything you want baby,” I whined as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck! That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” he whispered against my mouth never breaking his thrusts. “I want you to cum with me,” I moaned as we collapsed to the floor, my legs and pussy squeezing tighter around him as he trusted inside me with wild abandon.

Solo's POV

“Mmhmm, that pussy squeezing the fuck outta my dick,” I moaned in concentration as she bridged up slightly off the floor as I went deeper.

“Yes! That’s it!” Sofia exclaimed, struggling to meet my thrusts as I took her. “I love you,” she cried against my lips. “I love you too,” I groaned exploding inside of her, triggering her own orgasm as she came hard on my dick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Damn look at you,” I groaned looking down at Sofia riding her powerful orgasm, biting my lip in appreciation.  We stayed unmoving for a few minutes trying to get ourselves together. “Uh, we made a mess,” she said blushing as I kissed her.

 “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it, and you,” I moaned, kissing her before collapsing beside her, pulling her closer.

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Jey & Shantell's Honeymoon suite

Shantell’s POV

The build-up of not being with each other for two weeks was torture and we both wanted the night to be special as we stood in the middle of our suite trying to control their urges to just tear into each other.

My dress and undergarments fell quickly at my feet due to his masterful hands. Jey began touching my naked body as I took his shirt off, wanting, and pulling him closer as we finally kissed. The dimly lit room set the stage for a powerful dance that was about to ensue.

“Did you think when we first met, we would be here right now,” he asked honestly carrying me to the bed laying me down gently.

“No, I didn’t but I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I said as Jey began kissing my shoulder, gently exploring my body with his kisses and caresses. I ran my fingers through his hair arching my back, giving him better access to my neck.

“Shit, I want to do so much to you,” Jey moaned. Gasping against him, he took one of my nipples in his mouth gently sucking and biting the sensitive nub before moving to the other, giving it the same attention. Jey used his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to the top of my pelvis teasing me endlessly.

“Josh! Don’t tease me," I whined as he smirked at me. I struggled to breathe as I felt his breath against my inner thigh.

“I ain’t teasing you, I’m pleasing my wife. Can I do that?" he asked as his sexy deep voice made me shiver with anticipation.

Jey’s POV

“Yes! Please me,” Shantell moaned as I needed no further encouragement, I tasted her, gripping her hips as she moved against my mouth. “Mmhm, you taste so fuckin’ good,” I moaned lapping up her juices as I felt her fingers tangle in my hair. I continued my assault on her senses making love to her pussy with my mouth.

 “I’m so close Josh,” Shantell moaned grinding her hips faster against my mouth as I welcomed her taking control. “Mmm, look at me baby,” I encouraged watching, and feeling her pleasure overtake her body. “Look at me Shantell,” I demanded as her eyes found mine. “Cum for me beautiful,” I whispered as I held her in place, fucking her with my tongue as she came.  

Pushing herself into a sitting position, she took my face in her hands, pulling me on top of her, kissing me with all the power within her.

Her kisses invited the animal in me to explode as I grabbed her hands, pushing her back on the bed, entering her without hesitation. “Baby!” She screamed against my mouth as I had to stop for a second to gather myself “Shit, Daddy felt all that,” I groaned in pleasure, feeling her tighten around me, I could feel her next orgasm approaching fast.

“You ready to cum for me again baby?” I whispered now thrusting, setting my own pace. I lowered my head, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing her inside and out as she clawed at my back.

“Josh, wait I don’t want to cum yet,” she cried as I smirked against her chest before attacking her other breast with my mouth.

“Oh, yes you are, and it’s gon’ be better than the first,” I said as I felt her tightening even more around my dick. “Shantell! Fuck yea, squeeze daddy,” I encouraged. “Josh, go deeper and faster,” Shantell moaned in my ear, snaking her tongue out along my earlobe gently nibbling on my ear. Shantell’s POV

“Ah, fuck you know what that shit does to me. I love that it,” Jey confessed grunting placing one of my legs on his shoulder as he tilted his body to the side continuing to sink deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust.

“Oh! You fucker! I screamed as he groaned. “Yea, I know every spot, that gets that pussy wet as fuck,” he whispered thrusting harder. I began clawing at his stomach, lightly trying to push him away, as he grabbed my hands pinning them to the bed overpowering me.

 “Baby, I ain’t ready,” I cried wanting to prolong our pleasure as long as possible. “Shit, don’t run, you said deeper,” he whispered thrusting deeper inside me as I writhed in pleasure beneath him.

“So, I’m goin' even deeper baby, take all this dick,” he moaned truly working me over. His words, and how he is dicking me down right now has me speechless.

 “Are you gon’ take all this dick daddy givin’ you Shantell?” He questioned, panting never breaking his thrusts. “Yes, Daddy Ima’ take it all,” I cried as he took my mouth in a desperate kiss letting my arms go as I wrapped them around his neck pulling him closer.

“Just hang on and let go, baby. I got you, I promise,” he moaned out as my back arched against him. I felt the room spin, gently grazing my nails up his back, as I felt him shiver against me going deeper. Oh, don't stop, I groaned against his mouth.

“Shit, Shantell,” he groaned as he sped up his thrusts. I began to cry at the feeling of knowing this intimate memory would always stay with me, our first time as husband and wife.

Jey’s POV

“Don’t cry baby,” I whispered, wiping her tears as I kissed her gently. Her cries soon stopped and were then replaced with whimpers of need and pleasure. I knew she was close, and so was I. I placed one of my hands above her on the headboard, snapping my hips faster and harder into my wife. Fuck, I loved the sound of that, my wife.

“Shantell, you feel so good,” I boasted against her ear as her moans were making my dick even harder.  “I love you, Josh,” she moaned as I felt the room getting smaller and smaller as we both went over the edge together.  

Our loud pants were defining as I collapsed against her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair trying to calm ourselves.

“So how do you feel Mrs. Fatu?” I asked gently caressing her face truly just taking in her beauty in this moment. “I’m happier than you’ll ever know,” she whispered closing her eyes as I held her tighter.

“I promise, we gon’ always be happy baby, and I’ll never hurt you,” I whispered gently kissing her neck, pulling her closer as she dozed off.

Today was a new beginning, and I couldn’t wait for the journey with my amazing wife. Yea, it’s only up from here, it has to be I thought watching my wife sleep.

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oh my GOD dilf tweels……. especially dilf Floyd… i would do the unholiest of things to that man :3c

Things so unholy that he is about to get another child in nine months. orz

Dilf Floyd is physically attractive, but I also think his enthusiasm as a father is really attractive. He’s so eager to take his kids places and give them a happy childhood, oftentimes getting assistance from Jade or Azul if he’s really busy with work and can’t find the time to spend with them. But Floyd always makes sure his kids come first unless it’s a very important work obligation. He’ll carry them on his shoulders, he’ll spoil them rotten, he’ll doodle or paint alongside them and he’s always so proud of every artwork they make, displaying them on the fridge or tacking them to a board dedicated to showing off their artworks. He loves his children so much, so when he meets you and sees how good you are with the kids, how you fit so nicely into the family without even realizing it, how even his kids are drawn to you and your kindness… He’s in the deepest of a love he never thought he could experience again, so naturally he can’t let you go.

Dilf Jade is also so attractive. Still so smooth and silver-tongued, but he’s softer with his children. He’s never deceptive with them, unless it’s about things they’re still too young to know or comprehend. He also loves his children so, so much and he’s prone to spoiling them as well, just not as often or impulsively as Floyd. He doesn’t want to enable bad behaviors like greed, but then he sees how brightly they smile and how they hug him so tightly and tell him they love him and he does away with the idea to spoil them some more. He’ll enforce good behaviors later; for now he just wants to see them happy. :D

Despite being a single father, Jade has his life together. It’s a little difficult to find enough time between work and his home life, but he does the best he can. Usually he’ll have Floyd or Azul (the ones he trusts most) come and watch the children if he can’t find time to come home and visit for an hour or two. He’d rather not spend so much time at work, but it’s a well-paying job and it supports him financially. Therefore, he has no choice. I imagine he might hire a babysitter (you) when Azul and Floyd are unable to watch his kids, most likely due to busy schedules or other obligations (like Floyd having kids of his own). And it takes some time for Jade to settle into this routine of coming home to find you preparing snacks for the kids or humming them to sleep for nap time, and he soon realizes how nice this is. How this is what’s been missing in his life. How it’s always been a puzzle not yet pictured. It’s only temporary, of course, as he pays you and sends you on your way, where he’ll have to wait until the next time he needs you. But that doesn’t stop him from fantasizing about how perfect it would be if you became part of the family.

[bebx]

Hey there! I hope you are doing well. I don't mean to bother you again as you are gonna figure out I am the same person who asked about your unexpectedly but hopefully temporary drifting away from ST sub fandom hehe. So I decided to do my homework and see if you probably left some clues or hints regarding your hiatus from it before but unfortunately I couldn't find any unless my dumb@$$ missed it despite thorough research as if I was looking for easter eggs in a deeply layered show like ST. My search report :- It had been going well on your side even when there was a drought in HC contents but slowly it lost the 'momentum' which I feel you played a key role in wonderfully building up yourself, ironically right at the moment of D-day which honestly feels like if reality had tv drama like loopholes lol.

So all I have now is what you last said to me that you are busy with stuffs and other things like hyperfixation on a character from Harrow series { although I haven't watched it yet but based on your enthusiasm which mostly resonates with my own interest, I have added it in my watchlist :) Cuz Bingo I can't tell you how happy I was when I found you with the same sentiments as mine after watching Damsel! } plus point is you did mention how he is certainly still in your heart and you are planning to make more posts and fanfic about him in future. So I decided to wait, months passed with more tempting Henry Creel info pouring while I still kept up with *patiently waiting for my favorite Tumblr user's ST fandom era to resurface as well as coexist with her new obsession of Harrow series*, so that one hyperfixation won't have to be sacrificed for another still worthy subject of hyperfixation :) Hence it has been quite an introspective and empathetic time but now I am like "okay at least lemme just ask her how she has been and what exactly is the status", to stifle my other apprehensive thoughts forming with the passing time as well as disappearing silver lining( as there is no sign of either Henry or JCB these days at all lol apart from Jamie Bower World Domination post) out of overthinking.

I always felt your contribution to this fandom has been immensely valuable and even though others may or may not have been enough reminding you that as I can see I am probably the only anonymous seeker regarding digging this matter up, I miss you and your blogs about it. I have mostly been a lurker kind so I never interactively participated in any discussion or thread but I have always inwardly appreciated people with a good taste of art. So even if anonymously, this is a great deal to me, sharing my wish embedded in vulnerability. *nervously chuckles* Idk if this is a stretch but given how what Jamie manually allows to be displayed on his tagged section had most of your posts, tells me that he must have subconsciously felt your absence lately too. The fact that this is true tho, makes it a reasonable theory.

So now after hopefully doing a great job at explaining the deep context behind my "ask away" here are the main deal of questions xD;-

How are you, once again? (I don't want to pressurize you into rejoining it earlier than you planned according to your life and schedules uk. Besides I don't wanna interrupt your balancing of multifandom fascination.)

Is there any particular reason behind this seemingly complete "switch off mode" which you can share? ( because my Spidey senses keep feeling it's more than what it is, could be false alarm tho) Could it be potentially because Stranger Things is so addictive, it is not possible to keep a track of its updates while continuing with hyper fixating on other fandoms?

If the aforementioned fear is unfounded, then here are my other theories and questions, have you stumbled upon the TFS spoilers of any kind?

If no, are you planning to watch it LIVE soon or later? (as the canon play is gonna stick around for a long time) is this why have you been avoiding discussions as they would involve major spoiling of the experience?

Or are you planning of watching it whenever it streams on Netflix as technically it just has to one day?

Have you been weakly following any ST S5 leaks? ( as we finally got a very *greatest leak of all time* kind of leak not even exactly 24 hours ago lol) [to tell you the truth- this is exactly what triggered me to get some clarifications from you, as despite knowing that I would open your page only to be greeted by Harrow, deep down I felt maybe you would say something about it because it directly involves JCB and it's quite making waves already.]

Did you check out the VR Game released this February?

Or are you taking a complete long break for a while because once S5 release date inches closer, there is no going back from its fever for another 2-3 years anyways? haha ( ngl this is my most optimistic theory I am clinging onto)

(optional question xD) Am I seriously the only one approaching you by bringing this old buried fascination or others have felt the same way too and they express their perplexity in your inbox instead?

(anyways I will be very grateful if you respond to my plethora of mystified emotions even though I think it would secretly answer to many other lurkers like me who found a sense of kindred spirit through you but are too busy abiding by their lurking policy)

hi, I’ve been looking at this for…. a while, because… oh my 😅 I understand that it’s been so long since my Stranger Things era, and I know some of my followers follow me for my Henry / ST content. I just didn’t know my silly ST posts actually have this much impact that they stay in people’s memories even after it’s been a long time. so this ask actually brings back so many memories. and I really appreciate that you’re still sticking around. really. I had to take a moment to just sit here and stare at this ask in my inbox and go “whoa” — but it’s a good kind of whoa. I am touched that you still remember, because gosh how long has it been since my ST days!

to answer your questions, I am fine and I am doing well. thank you. I didn’t mean to “abandon” my interest. and I AM still interested in the show. I still love Henry, even though I don’t really talk about him on here anymore. it’s funny because a part of me is kind of sad that I don’t talk about him on here anymore? to tell you the truth, anon, I don’t exactly know why? I mean… sure, my blog currently focuses on something else, but I never really stop loving Henry as a character. this sounds extremely cliche, but it’s the truth. I still love him and I still think about him and those time I spent writing fics about him.

I don’t know if there’s any particular reason behind this, according to you, seemingly complete "switch off mode" on my blog. but there’s no conspiracy theory or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about? I just kind of focus my attention on something else, for the moment, but again, I still do love Henry. just because I don’t talk about him here like I used to does not mean I love him any less. rest assured. he’s still in my heart.

I haven’t stumbled upon any real TFS spoilers, but that’s probably because I don’t follow many blogs that talk about it so it rarely reaches my dashboard anyway.

and I don’t live near the place where the play takes place, so unfortunately I don’t see myself traveling there to watch it live, as life has been a little busy for me here to take that kind of vacations. but I would have loved to. if the time were right. I do look forward to streaming it when or if it becomes available on Netflix though.

I haven’t been following ST leaks much, I can’t see “weekly” because I kind of just look at them if they reach my dashboard here or my twitter’s/X’s timeline. but I don’t actively go search for it nor do I avoid it for fear of any potential spoilers either. but I did just see the leaks you talked about, and I’m actually very excited. it actually reminded me of my fic “Salvation” — I’m not sure if you’ve read it, but yeah. gosh I am genuinely very excited.

though I haven’t checked out the VR Game. I mean… I don’t really play video games so that might explain why.

and no. I’m not “taking a long break” because I think there is no going back from its fever for another 2-3 years after season 5 is released. I don’t even know why I’m “taking a break” except that my mind has just been focusing on something else, currently.

also, yes, some people have asked, and I haven’t had the chance to answer them (I’ve been meaning to, though), so this might be the answer they were looking for as well? there’s no “real reason” behind my lack of activity when it comes to ST fandom, except that I’ve been focusing my attention on something else lately, but that doesn’t mean I love the show — or especially Henry — any less. I still am a fan of the show and of Henry. and I still love Jamie with all my heart, obviously. I still keep up with him and his music and I am so incredibly proud of him as an artist and a person.

I am super excited to see Henry again when season 5 drops. I don’t know when or if my hyperfixation will come back, so I wouldn’t wish to make any promises. but what I can say for sure is that, even though it’s not exactly a hyperfixation, I still love Henry just the same. I hope I will start making lots of posts and writing fics about him again one day.

last but not least, I will always love and support Jamie in everything he does. and he will forever be my source of happiness that keeps me going when things are difficult.

I also want to thank you for reaching out. it means so very much to me. if there is any further matter you wish to talk or discuss with me about, you are very welcome to drop by my inbox anytime.

(and yes, I still love talking about Stranger Things and Henry here. anybody is more than welcome to drop by my inbox to talk to me about Henry — who knows, it might re-spark that hyperfixation within me…)

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Rules and other stuff

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Request only ONE singles wrestler or tag team or trios team per ask. You can send in as many asks as you want, but if you send in a list of wrestlers, I'm going to only choose one from your list and encourage you to resubmit the rest.

Understand that having a smash or pass poll for a given wrestler does not mean that I, the operator of this blog, condone their actions or personally find them smashable.

Don't be mean. Don't threaten other users for not voting the way you want.

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Currently 2 polls per day, so don't fret if your requested wrestler doesn't appear immediately. New requests are currently scheduled for around a month out. As for non-request asks, I answer them when I have time.

There is a weekly roundup post on Sundays discussing the polls that closed in the previous week.

Questions I am anticipating or have received...

Can I request a wrestler from [x] promotion? Sure, if they are human adults, and I can find some proof that they have been in the wrestling business at some point and can find a photo of them.

Can I request a tag team or a trio? Sure, even if they're related. Anyone who is not turned on by incest is encouraged to vote "pass" for such teams.

Can I request a specific era for a wrestler? e.g. D-Generation X Billy Gunn instead of current Billy Gunn Sure. I am a relatively new wrestling fan, though, so it helps me enormously if you send in a photo to go along with this kind of request. I know Tumblr doesn't let you send photos with anonymous asks, so if you don't want your name associated with poll, just mention that when you send in the photo, and I'll copy it into a fresh post to keep your identity private.

Can I submit someone public-facing in a wrestling company who is not a wrestler? e.g. referees, announcers, etc. Sure!

You had a poll on a wrestler who did something problematic. Vote "pass" and move on...unless you want to smash despite their heinous deeds. My job here is to find out who's smashable, and frankly there are people in this world who think Ted Bundy is the epitome of smashability. Let people want who they want. It's all fantasy anyway, much like pro wrestling itself.

Don't you think fantasizing about famous people is wrong? No.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

I Believe (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF) - Part V: Confession

Part IV - Part VI (TBA)

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WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, NSFW, MDNI

Attempted GN!Reader, no direct mention on genitals, if I made a mistake anywhere please let me know! Unprotected sex, body worship, slightly dom!Terzo, slight angst but not really, mostly fluff.

You perched yourself in the window seat of Terzo's office, sunlight warming your skin as it streamed through the window. You couldn't stop yourself from watching him as he situated the suit he was wearing in the mirror. He turned his head slightly, a small smile finding its way to his lips when he caught you watching him. "I can never figure out how to tie these things." He groaned as he undoes his tie for the third time to start over. You stood, taking the tie out of his hands once you reached him. You effortlessly began to manipulate the fabric, leaving him with a neat knot and a straight tie.

"You know, it's kind of my job to help you." Terzo chuckles, thanking you. It had been a couple months since you had first become Terzo's assistant, the two of you closer than you ever had thought possible in that span of time. You had tried your best to suppress your feelings for Terzo. But, that ended up being a very unsuccessful endeavor.

"Are you planning on participating in the fundraiser today cara mia?" His voice snapped you from your thoughts.

"I might be, maybe I'll turn up in your line, who knows." You joke, the two of you sharing a small laugh.

"What a shame that would be." He winks. He sighs, finger running down his calendar as he checks what he had in his schedule one last time. "Is there any way you could go to this business dinner for me?"

"I mean, I think I could pull off a pretty good impression of you. But, I also think Nihil will be upset if I show up in your place again." You smirk as he rolls his eyes.

"I guess I will be seeing you tomorrow morning, unless you follow through on ending up in my line." You exchanged your goodbye's, you wanted to finish up organizing some paperwork in his office before you headed down to the fundraiser. You also didn't want to be one of the first people in line out of fear that would earn you even more scrutiny from Secondo. You took your time finishing your work, humming along with the crackling music from the record player as you moved along. Satisfied with your work you made your way down to the great hall where the kissing booth would be set up. You practically skipped the whole way through the Abbey, pausing when you were met with the sight of one of the lines being all the way out the door already. You approached Ifrit who was one of the Ghouls that had been stationed on crowd control. He greeted you with a small nod.

"Is everything okay?" He notices your downcast expression as you eyed the line. You swallowed thickly, hoping your assumption was wrong. Some of the most beautiful Siblings in the Abbey were in that line, how were you supposed to compete with that?

"Someone's popular." You tried to joke with him, but it was already too late. A mixture of jealousy and dejection bubbling in your chest. You came all this way, you were going to support the Abbey in one way or another. "Do you know how long Primo's line is?"

"Um, not too long." He seems shocked by your question. "He's mostly just sitting and chatting with whoever comes up to his table-"

"Fantastic." You shove the folded bills into his hand and push through the door. You were hoping you would look up there and see that he was miserable. As awful as it sounds you wanted him to be bored, to look like he'd rather be anywhere else, but he didn't. He was fully invested in the Sibling he had in front of them. Face covered in lipstick marks, drunk off so much attention directed at him. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying your hardest to keep your emotions in check. You walked up to Primo, you caught Terzo look in your direction out of the corner of your eye.

"Il mio bambino, what a pleasant surprise." Primo beans at you, it was really hard to be upset with this cute old man sitting in front of you.

"Hi Papa." He took your hands, giving you a quick peck on the lips. You sat and chatted with him for a little while before some other Siblings found their way to his line. He thanked you for the company, giving you another kiss on the cheek before you went on your way. You stood to leave, meeting Terzo's gaze in the process. In an instant all of those feelings from earlier were back. You tried to force a smile in his direction, years already starting to well up in your eyes. You hurried from the room, not wanting anyone to see you breakdown. You ran to Primo's garden, it was the only place you could think of despite the frigid weather outside. You wrapped your arms around yourself, kicking a rock up the empty path ahead of you, hands occasionally raking across your cheeks to remove any tears that had landed on them. 

"(Y/N?)" You turned to find Omega standing a bit behind you on the path, you saw his body tense as he realized you were crying. "Please come inside, it's freezing out here." You nodded, solemnly walking over to join him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him to shield you from the cold. The two of you walked in silence, neither of you really knowing what to say. He walked you back to Terzo's quarters. You were about to just head back to your dorm when his hand found its way to your shoulder. "He wants to talk to you." He says softly.

"What if I don't want to talk?" You ask, unable to meet his gaze. Both of you knew that wasn't true. Besides, keeping all of this in would just put a strain on your work. Without another word Omega opened the door, letting you inside.

"He tried to follow you, I want you to know that." Omega says over his shoulder before he leaves you to try and calm down before Terzo got there. You jumped as he burst through the door, shoulders relaxing as a relieved breath left his body. You turned your attention to the floor, embarrassed about the fact you were crying over him. The opposing side of the couch sunk under his weight, you fidgeted with your fingers as silence overwhelmed the room. Neither of you knew how to breach this conversation.

"I'm sorry-"

"Cara mia, you have nothing to apologize for." You couldn't even get your full statement out, Terzo wasn't going to let you feel bad for being emotional. "I just wish you would've talked to me, I don't want to see you upset."

"What was I supposed to say Terzo? That I've fallen hopelessly in love with you? That seeing you with all of those other Siblings made me sick to my stomach? The fact that everyday I start to love you even more knowing that you're never going to reciprocate those feelings?" Terzo held his tongue, looking for the right way to respond. "Terzo you're never going to want me, I'm never anyone's first choice."

"That's really what you think, huh?" You could see from the expression on his face that those words hurt him. The silence was crushing you to the point you couldn't take it anymore.

"I think I'm just going to go." You stood, hurrying for the door but Terzo wasn't far behind you. You managed to get the door open a crack before his arm whizzed past your face, slamming it closed once again with a resounding bang.

"Do you know how difficult it's been to keep my hands off you, cara mia?" You stood frozen in your spot. Terzo's low, gravelly voice in your ear paralyzed you. His free hand found it's way to your waist, his fingers gripping hard at your flesh as he turned you around to face him. "Dolcezza, there hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about bending you over my desk and showing you how I truly feel about you." His hand trailed up your body, before grabbing your jaw. "Hundreds of times I've fantasized about you. Those wide, innocent eyes expressing just how good your Papa makes you feel." He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, your gaze refusing to leave his. You heard the sound of the door locking before Terzo fully enveloped you. His lips found yours in an instant, your body thudding against the smooth wooden surface. You melted into him, hands running up his torso, eager to feel every inch of him. Terzo was already shrugging out of his jacket, the clothing tossed somewhere in the room after he was finally free of it. One of his arms snaked around your waist, the other tangling in your hair as he poured every pent up emotion from the past couple months into kissing you. You tugged off his tie, hurriedly undoing the buttons on his shirt. You just wanted to feel him; his warm skin under your fingertips, his body molding to yours in a way you knew only he would accomplish. Your kiss broke for just a moment to allow you to catch your breath, Terzo's eyes searching your face for any sign of apprehension. "You are always my first choice, amore." He says softly, wanting you to know this wasn't just another sexual encounter to him. Your fingers slid into his hair, pulling him back in to kiss you once again. He let out a low groan, hands moving to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him. The two of you stumbled to his bedroom, a trail of discarded clothing marking your path. Your head was spinning from Terzo being all over you. His hands and lips explored every inch of your body, whispering sweet praises as he took in the sight of you.

"Terzo." You whined his name as he began to assault your neck. Kisses and bites that you were positive were going to leave deep purple marks. You felt him smirk against your skin, your ragged breathing and needy cries only intensifying his need to claim you as his own. He laid you back on the bed, the soft satin sheets cool against your skin. He began to leave kisses and small love bites over your entire body, sweet words tumbling effortlessly from his lips over everything you considered to be an imperfection. Soft kisses trailed across your stomach and over your thighs, kissing back up your body before landing on your lips once again. Every kiss from Terzo was intoxicating, you couldn't get enough of the feeling of his lips on yours.

"You are absolutely radiant, amore."  You let out a small gasp as you felt him tease at your entrance. He slowly slid himself inside you, your walls stretching perfectly around his length. Terzo let out a long groan as he entered you, pure euphoria etched on his features.

"You look so pretty like this cara mia." He smiles, caressing the side of your face. The two of you sat like that for a moment to allow you the chance to adjust to Terzo's size. You squirmed and whined beneath him, his hips gradually began their rhythmic pace. Every time you felt him snap back inside you had your vision blurring in pure ecstasy.  You struggled to hold back your moans, Terzo's intense gaze only making heat pool faster in your core. His thumb pressed against your lips, you hesitantly parted your lips. You sucked his thumb into your mouth, letting your tongue languidly trace over it. "So good for me cara mia." His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as he sped up his pace. You cried out for him, nails clawing down his back as your orgasm crashed through you. Your body went limp underneath his as you came down from your high, he still continued at a much more relaxed pace. You shivered at the feeling of him stretching you open. You pulled his lips back down to yours, muffling your moans as he picked up his pace once more. Your body jolted, already being overstimulated. Your mind went blank, the feeling of him thrusting inside you too much for you to handle. The sensation of him finishing inside of you sent you over the edge once more, Terzo collapsing on top of you. Both of your heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Your body's tangled together as your skin stuck to his. He gave you one more quick kiss on the lips before he rolled off you, hand immediately reaching out to hold yours as he lay by your side. You let your head lull to the side to listen to him, you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a small laugh. "What's so funny?" He asks with a smirk.

"You know you could've just told me you liked me." You squeeze his hand, a gesture he quickly returns.

"Where's the fun in that?" He retorts. You rolled over, cuddling into his side. You ran your hand over every curve and angle of his body, through the soft curls on his chest, and up to the side of his face. The remaining papal paint on his face melted beneath your fingers.

"We should get cleaned up." Terzo smiles at you before helping you out of bed. He drew the two of you a warm bath. You gently cleaned the paint off his face, he took extra care in washing your bruised skin.

"I'm sorry I got carried away." You rest a hand on top of his.

"It's okay, if I'm being honest I like how they look." You finished cleaning up, Terzo wrapping you in a plush towel as you exited the bath and returned to bed. He held you close to him, both of you enjoying the peaceful silence. You still had one thought on your mind, you decided there wouldn't be a better chance to ask him about it. "Omega said you tried to follow me."

"I did." He trailed off for a moment, fingers trailing up and down your spine. "I wanted to make sure you were okay, but they wouldn't let me leave. I didn't want to leave you feeling like that." His thumb strikes over your cheek, dual colored eyes looking lovingly over your features. "Stay here with me tonight." A smile spread across your lips as you leaned in to kiss him.

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