#Store 236

[store236pod]

Pssst. Hey, kid.

Ya like dark humor, found family, and customers getting their asses supernaturally handed to them?

Audition for our show.

[skyfullofpods]

Happy audio drama Sunday, friends! This week brought the return of @kingmakerpod from its mid-season break, a very interesting penultimate episode of @remnantspod's first season, and ghost hunting nonsense in @englewoodafterdark!

[indelible-colouring-markers]

Shoutout to @store236pod for making me think of Oliver's audition sides every time I fold a box at work now

[lavenderjewels]

saw a comment about how Gojo’s afterlife could’ve actually been a product of his imagination that was his acceptance of death—I never even considered it, although now it feels like an obvious option on the table. Haibara mentioning him butting into Nanami’s death is the only thing I can see going against that, but Gojo knows of their past that affected Nanami his entire life, so it doesn’t debunk it. When Jogo was dying, he spoke of reincarnation with Hanami and Dagon, and that too was vague in how real it was (at least for Hanami and Dagon being there), but was likely Jogo himself accepting his and their ends. A surprisingly similar end to Gojo’s. That interpretation does make everything 10 times sadder though.

[gloomygumi]

quirks - satoru gojo x gn!reader

summary: part two︱you like to think you’re aware of all of satoru’s quirks, but shoko thinks you may have missed a few.

contents: fluff, newly realised feelings, highschool!gojo, he's honestly not even actually there for a lot of it, shoko and geto are tho, honestly a little bit of whipped gojo, probably ooc but definitely self indulgent

word count: 1.2k

a/n: how are we coping since 236 guys ????? wrote this feeling like i’d been widowed so i guess this counts as my coping mechanism 😭 hope you enjoy anyway, constructive criticism and any ideas or opinions you have are always welcome !!

in your past year of knowing satoru gojo, you’d made a note of his multiple quirks.

you noticed how when the group of second years went out to eat together at the weekends, he would whine about how good everyone else’s food looks until everyone at the table took pity (or annoyance, in suguru’s case) and spooned some of their meal onto his plate.

you noticed how when he was in class, listening to yaga drone on about the different types of curses, he would never let all of the legs of his chair rest on the ground. he was constantly swinging back and forth. it’s a miracle that he’s never fallen back, you think.

you even noticed how he somehow kept a momento from every single hangout and mission, each of them stored in a little wooden box he kept on his bedside table back in the dorms. in the past, you’d seen him slide seemingly worthless ticket stubs and receipts into his pockets, and when the curiosity finally got the better of you and you asked what he did with them, you only received a cheeky grin and a wink from your friend.

so, when shoko finally told you some of her own observations of his behaviours and habits during your lunch break one day, it’s safe to say it shocked you.

“i think it’s pretty obvious that he likes you.” she speaks casually, as if her words hadn’t caused you to choke on your own food. she passes you her bottle of water and pats your back. “you couldn’t tell?”

after gulping down half of her water, and spluttering a few times, you finally found your voice, letting out a strangled “he’s my friend - he does not like me like that!”

the look shoko gives you is one of ridicule, but before she can say anything else, you quickly continue.

“how’d you even come to that conclusion anyway, you’re not usually much of a gossip. that’s suguru’s job." you attempt to joke, but you feel the strained smile drop from your face as the boy you mentioned approaches the table and plops down beside your friend.

speak of the devil...

you see shoko's eyes light up, but before you can even attempt to cut her off again, she turns to suguru. "geto! back me up here, isn't it so obvious that gojo likes (y/n)?"

"mhm." he hums, barely even acknowledging the fact that his confirmation has sent you spiraling for the second time. "he's not exactly subtle about it."

"you guys are being ridiculous."

now it's suguru's turn to look at you like you've suddenly grown two heads. "you really didn't know?"

shoko lets out a laugh at his genuine confusion, and reaches into her bag to pull out a cigarette. you quickly hand her a lighter you keep on hand just for moments like this and she quietly thanks you before continuing. "have you never noticed how he's always touching you in some way?"

"that's just how he is!" you defend. "he's always hanging off of suguru too!"

the pair in front of you share a look, before geto continues. "what about how he never lets you walk closest to the road?"

you stop for a second, trying to pinpoint an occasion - just one - where he had only to come up empty handed. in fact, the more you think about it, the more sense it makes. you replay your moments walking back to the dorms after class with satoru, with his arm always casually wrapped around your shoulder. you remember how he always looked comfortable and at peace. you even remember how he would gently bump you closer into the sidewalk if you were walking with someone else, sticking his tongue out at you and ruffling your hair if you voiced a complaint at his behaviour.

your mouth dries up as you try to come up with another excuse to brush off your friends' observations, but you start to question yourself.

maybe they're right...?

you shake you head, as if trying to clear your head of these thought. "he does that for everyone, you guys are just reading too much into it."

between drags of her cigarette, shoko chuckles. "he's never done it for me." geto leans forward from his seat across from you and gently flicks in between your eyebrows. your hand immediately clamps down on the spot, and you groan at him. "what was that for!?"

he ignores your dramatics. "why are you so sure that we're lying?"

his genuine question makes you stop to think. it wasn't that you didn't like gojo, in fact, you hadn't dedicated much time to thinking about him in that way at all. your friends being so insistent on the fact that he liked you made you slowly start to realise that maybe you did share some affections for the ill mannered boy.

you continue to mull over as many interactions and memories that you have shared with satoru, slowly connecting the dots in your head. he always was more gentle with you, never polite but always kind. he regularly brought you souvenirs back from missions that you weren't assigned to and he always insisted on sitting next to you on the train home, offering you the window seat every single time.

almost as if they can hear your inner monologue being to spiral, shoko pipes up once more. "he gave you a different ring tone so he'd know every time you call."

you feel your heart stop for a second, unsure as to why this in particular made you finally believe their words, but before you even have the opportunity to dismiss them again (now in an attempt to convince yourself more than them) you feel the seat beside you sink with additional weight and a familiar arm flung around your shoulder. you barely even register the smug smile shoko is flashing you from across the table as you focus on attempting to cool your face.

"i can't believe you guys started eating without me!" satoru whines, leaning even more heavily into your side. he makes quick work of plucking a large chunk of meat out of your bento, sending you a sly grin as you look up at him in dismay. "what were you guys talkin' about?"

suguru meets your eyes, raising his eyebrows as he meets your glare, urging him to shut his mouth. "oh nothing." he hums, before completely changing the subject.

the conversation from moments prior is still fresh in your mind, and you're now very aware of the soft glances gojo keeps sending your way. you suddenly feel a lot more awkward in his presence, and you barely notice how you're fidgeting with your hands under the table and not participating in the conversation anymore.

that is until you feel warm hands grip your own, effectively halting their movement. "you okay?" you can barely hear satoru over the blood pumping in your ears, and you're unaware of the laughs shoko and geto are trying desperately to hold back whilst watching the scene as you try to speak.

you start to wish your friends had kept their observations to themselves.

[aisquaredchoco]

Today you'll get three EA plants trans-plant-ed (pun intended) to different vases.

"Modern Orchid" in Cylindrical Vase

While this base game orchid is already pretty in my eyes, I just can't stand the bulky vase it came with. So I looked for a good cylindrical mesh ingame that would fit as its new vase. And bonus! The vase is also CAStable. One channel, priced §150. Found in Decor > Plants. Polycount: 352 (hLOD)/184 (mLOD).

Re-Potted Orchids Divine

I also find this store orchid vase pretty, only that it sits in the wrong vase imo. And I think the stardust bottle from ITF is the best candidate for its vase. Also with one channel, priced §75, found in Decor > Plants. Polycount: 406 (hLOD)/248 (mLOD).

Un-deluxed Fern Keeper

I was really curious how the fern inside the "Fern Keeper Deluxe" from the basegame looks like without the glass and found out that it could be better if it's in another pot. And I wasn't wrong when I saw the finished product. This one too has a single CAStable channel and is cheaply priced at §5, found in Decor > Plants. Polycount: 236 (hLOD)/45 (mLOD).

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[kingchroma]

day off.

࿇ summary. gun listens to you cry about your favorite character. ࿇ pairing. gun x reader

࿇ word count. 1.2k ࿇ warnings. mentions of jujutsu kaisen (gojo, geto). chapter 236. gun buys you gojo merch. a bit self-indulgent. ࿇ author's note. i'm still working on writing better for the lookism characters! again, sorry if it's still ooc. requests are open though, visit my ask box!

Gun has the type of patience that extends to a great limit.

His partnership with the eccentric weapons master has proven this instance quite many times—being able to withstand Goo’s relentless quips and jabs from the brims of his mouth was something to be proud of.

Him agreeing to become Crystal’s bodyguard from being a debt collector was another testament of his patience.

Him being able to turn people into weapons by training them diligently for a month was a sign of his unwavering patience and dedication—all to see if they were fit to be his replacement when he retires.

Him agreeing to become Charles Choi’s wings even when he was building his world from the ground up just to see if Elite himself would have a different outcome from what his own father had.

Gun has the patience of a saint if you think about it—and as a given, it extends to you.

He had a day off for once.

A day off where he puts his own leisure first this time—some peace and quiet where he’s not surrounded by gangs and measly thugs who keep failing at attempting to seek revenge or take his life. One where he’s not beside Goo who could possibly yap his ears off. One where he’s not inside the same room as Kouji and Crystal who had a tendency to pester him.

It was a day where he could freely indulge in his hobbies, may it be whittling wood and carving, or listen to some music—anything to pass the time until the sun sets and the night sky comes, where dawn breaks and another day starts, routine following.

You are always included in his routines, and Gun loves to spend time with you. Even if it’s just sitting in silence, you and him doing each other’s thing, he enjoys it. More so than usual because there are no disturbances.

But today, he wasn’t sure if it was going to be entirely relaxing.

Gun was right next to you on the bed as you thrust the phone right in front of his face, completely disrupting his peace as the device was just inches away from his nose. You were completely ignoring is personal space—practically begging for him to read you the newest raws of the manga you had been reading. His pupils glance at you, sees that your bottom lip was jutted out, pouting at him—the nerve—resembling a puppy as you began talking to him.

“Gun, my love,” you emphasize. “I don’t trust the leaker, you know that,” you say, an attempt of reminding him of your constant complaints about how the leaker never got the translations right. So, you had the idea of simply letting your boyfriend take the reins. After all, Gun was Japanese, he could easily tell you what was going on. “He makes a lot of mistakes and I hate it!”

He thinks he might’ve spoiled you a lot with how you were acting towards him, but God forbid he says no to you. He can’t—doesn’t even bother thinking about saying no to you in the first place.

Gun finally takes a look at the screen and sees that it was a panel of Gojo Satoru talking to Geto Suguru in an airport, odd— but yes, he knows the characters by heart because you love the manga, and he had supported you with this hobby of yours. He loves you and supports you, because when he came back from Japan, he had another luggage with him and it was full of Gojo Satoru merchandise (all that he could find in the streets and stores of Ikebukuro and Akihabara), as well as the entire manga volumes that Jujutsu Kaisen had.

With a sigh, he takes the phone from your hand, eyes scanning the panels as his thumb swipes on the screen to see the raw images—leaks, as you called them—easily understanding what was currently going on in the scene. “Is this a flashback?” he clarifies, turning to look at you, and when you nod, he already knows that it’s not going to end well.

From what he knew from yours and Goo’s godforsaken obsession with animangas—nothing ever good happens with flashbacks, and his thoughts come out true when he accidentally sees the newly uploaded raws on the feed. His expression, though stoic, knows that this wasn’t something you were going to expect. Gun doesn’t think he has to translate and speak out loud what he sees on the screen.

He wordlessly hands you your phone back, his large hand immediately latched on your back to rub it gently, making you confused. “What?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer because you see the panel.

Your silence speaks volumes, and he knows your heart breaks at the sight.

࿇࿇࿇

“But he was my favorite!” you cry in his arms, clutching onto his shirt as you cling onto him. “And he didn’t deserve to be off-screened like that!” you add, and Gun hums, listening to you.

It goes on and on and on into the night. He wipes your tears away, tells you that it’s okay even when it’s not. “I didn’t want him to die, love,” you say woefully, and Gun wonders what would be the best thing to say to you now because even if he wasn’t that much of a fan—weeb, whatever—he keeps your sentiments into mind.

“I know,” he says, voice low and deep. “But knowing you, you’ll always find a way to keep him alive in your memory,” he mumbles as you sniffle. “He was a well-loved character, there’s no way you’ll be able to forget him so easily.”

That calms you down somehow. And Gun thinks that it’s a little ridiculous that he’s comforting you over a two-dimensional character on his one day off, but his love for you was bigger than all of that ridiculousness combined. To some, it might be a little overdramatic, but to him, it was fine.

It was fine and humanizing in a way—reminding him that life doesn’t constantly revolve around fighting and violence, how the thrill of life doesn’t only come when there’s blood being shed. It reminds him that life gets built up by the littlest things like this, adds a touch of color to the crimson that he was only used to seeing.

His day offs, spent with you, are always such a grounding experience—one that he doesn’t ever want to replace because it’s you who reminds him that maybe even someone like him deserves to experience such mundanities in life. Even if you were crying in his arms over your favorite character.

“I know,” you answer. “Maybe I’ll just keep buying his merch,” you add, already leaning against him. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, just tell me if they’re available for pre-order,” he responds, already thinking about what plush you’re thinking of getting under his name.

“I thought you said the round plushies were too much?” you ask, though teasing him, already feeling better with his comfort. He only rolls his eyes at you. “You’re collecting them, aren't you?” he asks right back before poking your side. “We need to get you a better shelf.”

You only chuckle at his sentiment. You know he was concerned with your growing collection. “Okay, we can look for them together next time,” you say and he only nods.

“Tomorrow we can,” he says out of the blue as if he just finished deciding something. Well, extending his absence should be fine—in the guise that he had business to do that he explicitly cannot tell.

“I have another day off.”

[destruam]

Family House

The Sims 3

Lot type: Residential

All DLC + Store

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[thelearningcurvephotography]

Books and Bistros and Butchers No 3 Color Version. In a row of buildings constructed between 1889 and 1893, Nos 232 - 236 Queen St E in The Moss Park area of Toronto Canada are now home to a book store, a restaurant and a butchers. The row of buildings were designated a Heritage Property by The City of Toronto in 1973. Original photography using a Canon EOS RP body with a Sigma 24-105mm F4 DG OS HSM Art lens. Processed using Lightroom. https://linktr.ee/thelearningcurvephotography #toronto #streetsoftoronto #torontophotographer #originalphotography #photography #architecture #building #canada #canadian https://pixelfed.social/p/TLCPhotography/814486678125860521?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Day 4: Buying Gifts / @noblehouseofgay’s 25DaysofJegumas / WC: 236

Christmas was never Regulus’ strong suit. He never got to fully experience the joys of it as a child, and that carried over into adulthood. At least as a child he didn’t have to worry as much about buying gifts. It’s not like his mother and father expected that from him.

Now, as a twenty-five year old, he has to worry about gifts. That wouldn’t be such a problem if the people he was getting gifts for weren’t cryptic about it.

Like, James, for example. James gave him barely any ideas. All he told Regulus was to get him something that reminds him of James. That does not narrow it down. It could be a broom, an ABBA record, anything.

So Regulus brought James shopping with him. And that went better than expected. James actually pointed out things he liked. ABBA records, legos and board games all filled Regulus’ mind. So much so that Regulus wasn’t paying attention.

Regulus did not pay much mind when they went into a jewellery store. He didn’t notice James and the store clerk looking at each other as he got his ring size checked. Hell, when he was asked what rings he liked, he pointed them out without hesitation. He was far too focused on what to get his boyfriend to notice what James was planning.

James thought it was rather funny that his boyfriend was ring shopping without complaining.

[store236pod]

It's week two of casting, so it's time to spotlight our characters!

First, Aubrey, 236's lead cashier. She’s had 8 years to perfect her customer service voice and can use it to her advantage. She's the difficult customer whisperer, everyone's big sister, and keeper of all the secrets.

Three reasons you should audition for Aubrey: - Lesbian who’s best friends with a himbo. - Knows all the secrets. Has her own. - You’ve honed your customer service voice, now use it as a threat!

Audition for Aubrey here!

[fuck-customers]

Ok hi hello, how the FUCK are we supposed to reach the "goal" if we're literally not told what the fucking goal is? And wtf is this passive-aggressive bullshit?

So my work has one of those phone number scams where they make us bully customers into giving us their phone number to have in our computer system that does not benefit the customers in any way. No rewards. No discounts. Nothing.

SO I had assumed that the register system automatically kept track of how many signups we were getting and all that shit. Literally what's the point if it's not? I still don't know. All I know is last week, one of the managers said "we're going to start keeping track of signups again" and I was like you weren't doing that the whole time?? Why the fuck did I bother doing the stupid ass signups for all that time then?

ANYWAY

The point of today's story is this:

I go into the breakroom at work and there's a printout of all of us employees and our phone number percentages. (employee numbers only, at least we weren't 100% put on blast, but it wouldn't be that difficult to narrow down which number was whose) with the employees who were under a certain percentage highlighted with a passive-aggressive note written that these employees need to reach "the goal."

1. WHAT fucking goal? Nowhere on this stupid public shaming attempt does it have any indication what the goal is that were supposedly working towards. Are we trying to reach 50% signups? 60%? 70%? Fuck if I know.

2. Even if there WAS a numbered goal, there's no way for the cashiers to know if they're hitting the goal or not until the week's results have been printed out and posted, which it appears management intends on doing. It's not like the registers have a little percentage in the corner so we can keep track of our own progress. Literally only management has access. So we have to blindly hope that we're reaching this unspecified goal.

3. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever to post that information to shame us. None of us were informed that we were supposed to be working towards any goal at all.

And 4. Ok so let's say we reach this mystery goal....and? What? What is that going to do for us? Or we don't reach the goal? And? So what? Management has lied in the past about if our numbers go up, so will our hours and that was a fucking lie.

I cannot stress enough just how useless the phone number thing is. It is not a store credit card signup where customers have to get approved or anything like that. The customer gets absolutely nothing out of providing their personal information. If they want coupons or discounts or rewards, they have to download the store app onto their phone. We cannot access any rewards or discounts on the register. At first, managers tried to lie to customers to say that if they provided their phone number, they could do returns without a receipt.

Except...you can do a return without a receipt no matter what. It's the exact same process/policy for every single customer. Whether or not they provide their phone number, every single customer doing a return without a receipt will automatically get the lowest price for those items in the last 90 days back. Period. There's not even a way to pull up old transactions from a customer's phone number if they lost their receipt. It is 100% useless. I personally suspect there's something shady going on and the company is selling customer's personal information or tracking their spending habits for advertising or something sketchy.

So anyway, someone who definitely was not me wrote a note back telling them to tell us what the goal was or else we cannot reach it.

If you decide you want to fudge the numbers a bit here are some random numbers to use.

Buena Vista Water Sports 407-239-6939 Sky Venture 407-903-1150 Orange Blossom Balloons 407-239-7677 Kennedy Space Center 407-522-5911 Silver Springs 352-236-2121 Cypress Gardens 1-863-324-2111 Fun Spot 407-363-3867 Gator Land 1-800-393-jaws or 407-855-5496 Green Meadows Petting Farm 407-846-0770 Holy Land Experience 1-866-872-4659 or 407-872-2272 Orlando Science Center 407-514-2000 WonderWorks 407-351-8800 Ripley’s Believe it or Not 407-345-0501 Boggy Creek Airboats 407-344-9550 Orlando Museum of Art 407-896-4231 Central Florida Zoo 407-323-4450 Leu Gardens 407-246-2620 Old Town 407-383-6126 Daytona USA 1-386-947-6530 Wekiwa Springs State Park 407-884-2008 Richard Petty Driving Experience 1-800.BE.PETTY Jungleland Zoo 407-396-1012 US Astronaut Hall of Fame 1-321-269-6100 Magical Midway 407-370-5353 Citrus Tower 1-863-324-2111 Sky Coaster 407-397-2509 Scenic Boat Tour of Winter Park 407-644-4056 Orlando Helitours 407-397-0226 Star Flyer (located at magical midway) 407-383-6124 Dotties Orlando Comedy Theatre 407-226-3680 192 Flea Market 407-396-4555 Visitors Flea Market 407-396-0114 Maingate Flea Market 407-390-1015 Medieval Times Dinner Show 407-396-1518 or 1-888-WE JOUST Pirates Dinner Adventure 407-248-0590 or 1-800-866-2469 Sleuths Mystery Dinner Show 407-363-1985 or 1-800-393-1985 Capone’s Dinner Show 407-397-2378 or 1-800-220-8428 Arabian Nights 407-239-9223 Walt Disney World Resort 1-800-W-Disney or 407-824-2222 Hoop Dee Doo Review 407-WDW-DINE Wide World of Sports (407) 939-2040 Disney’s Polynesian Luau 407-WDW-DINE Sea World 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Discovery Cove 1-800-327-2424 or 407-351-3600 Universal Orlando Resort 407-363-8000

[beardedmrbean]

Chicago cops blocked city inspectors from entering a curious “Gift Room” filled with designer bags, Hugo Boss cufflinks, a personalized Mont Blanc pen and other ritzy goodies that were accepted by Mayor Brandon Johnson, according to a bombshell report.

The trove of pricey giveaways are part of an “unwritten arrangement” that dates back 35 years, in which mayors can just write down gifts they received in a logbook and store some of them on the fifth floor of City Hall instead of reporting them to the Board of Ethics, according to the Office of Inspector General.

But the new report issued Wednesday outlines the numerous times investigators were rebuffed from learning more about the 236 gifts given to Johnson “on behalf of the city” since he took office.

An investigator initially posed as a member of the public to request the gift log while visiting City Hall last year, but was turned down and forced to formally make a request.  

The covert official then filed the paperwork, but was ignored. Eventually, the mayor’s office handed over the information after the inspector general made the official request for all gifts given between Feb. 2022 when Lori Lightfoot was in office and March 20, 2024.

The log had incomplete information, but still listed hundreds of luxury presents, including the cuff links, Mont Blanc pen, bags and purses from Gucci, Kate Spade, and Givenchy and Carrucci burgundy shoes that are a men’s size 14

When OIG officials requested access to check out the room, they were met by Chicago cops who told them to wait in the elevator lobby, according to the report.

After wrangling between OIG and the mayor’s office, inspectors were told they would not get inside the room, the report states.

“Following that denial, OIG engaged in further conversations with the Department of Law (DOL) regarding access to the gift room,” the report states. “Ultimately, DOL – apparently representing the Mayor in opposition to OIG – communicated that OIG would not be granted access to the Gift Room.”

Other items appeared to be located in the mayor’s office, as well as other parts of City Hall, the report claims.

The mayor’s office told the inspector general in a memo last week ahead of the report being issued that officials could visit the gift room “through a properly scheduled appointment at the earliest practicable time.”

The mealy-mouth offer didn’t stop Inspector General Deborah Witzburg from slamming city leadership.

“When gifts are changing hands—perhaps literally—in a windowless room in City Hall, there is no opportunity for oversight and public scrutiny of the propriety of such gifts, the identities and intentions of the gift-givers, or what it means for gifts like whiskey, jewelry, handbags, and size 14 men’s shoes to be accepted “on behalf of the City,” the inspector general office wrote in its report.

[drnikolatesla]

"Unlimited Power."

"It was clear to me many years ago that a new and better source of power had to be discovered to meet the ever increasing demands of mankind. In a lecture delivered before the American Institute of Electrical Engineers at Columbia University May 20, 1891, I said: “We are whirling through endless space with inconceivable speed, all around us everything is spinning, everything is moving, everywhere is energy. There must be some way of availing ourselves of this energy more directly. Then, with the light obtained from the medium, with the power derived from it, with every form of energy obtained without effort, from the store forever inexhaustible, humanity will advance with giant strides.”

"I have thought and worked with this object in view unremittingly and am glad to say that I have sufficient theoretical and experimental evidence to fill me with hope, not to say confidence, that my efforts of years will be rewarded and that we shall have at our disposal a new source of power, superior even to the hydro-electric, which may be obtained by means of simple apparatus everywhere and in almost constant and unlimited amount.“

—Nikola Tesla

“Our Future Motive Power.” Everyday Science & Mechanics. December 1931. Pg. 230-236.

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

If I Stay

feat: michael kaiser x f!reader

summary: after unexpectedly running into michael, he sees the one thing you didn’t want anyone to ever see: your bruises.

cw: aged!up, abusive relationship (not michael & reader), angst, physical and emotional abuse (not michael & reader), trauma, smut (mdni), please do not read if this will trigger you (for your own safety and mental well being 🫶🏻)

a/n: i am so sorry for the wait with the second chapter! i was completely broken after jjk 236 leaks and it just stopped all creativity in my brain . but i’ve worked through it as best as i could!!!

The both of you stare at each other, neither one expecting to see the other in this part of town. He was a professional football player for Bastard München and you worked 2 barely above minimum wage jobs to support your family. Needless to say the difference between your income was more than enough that you wouldn’t see each other for the next hundreds of kilometers.

Michael’s expression shifted from shock to his usual confident and snarky smile as he relaxed, realizing it was you. You forgot how much you hated that expression.

“Long time no see, babe.” He said, causing you to cringe at the pet word.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a demanding tone. Did Alexis mention that you lived here and he wanted to annoy you?

Your brain brought up many different scenarios while you waited for his response. You could swear you could see the gears in his head working to come up with an excuse in order to hide his true intentions.

“I moved not too far from here today. I was just getting dinner.” He finally responded, holding up the convenience store food he was holding.

Glancing at the food, you realized how unlike him it was to eat something in this manner. He believed in eating healthy; no junk food, take out — nothing. And yet here he was buying convenience store food.

Noticing you eyeing the food, he chuckles.

“I don’t have food at home just yet and I’m too tired to shop for food after the move so I’m breaking a rule.” He said as if he could read your mind.

Looking back up at him, you raised a brow.

“Why did you move here? I thought you’d live near the higher end part of the city.” You said, waving your hand as you spoke.

Michael chuckled before answering. “Here I won’t run into paparazzi as often and I can just relax. Plus Ness said you lived nearby.”

You blinked as you stared at him. Why would your living nearby make any sense? Because he knew you? It’s not like the two of you were close. You were simply the little sister of Alexis.

“Since when did you not want to be in the spotlight?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

A finger pushed up against your forehead, giving your head a light push.

“Even I enjoy my quiet time, liebling. People change you know.” Michael said, the smile never leaving his face as he let his hand fall to his side.

Rubbing your forehead with your brows knit together, you exhaled through your nose.

“You never seemed like the type who could change.”

Michael chuckled once again before he ruffled your hair. “Everyone can change.”

You knew those words rang true more than anything after seeing how one man could change so much. Or was it a side that he hid from you all this time? Swiping his hand away, you tore your eyes away from him. As much as you didn’t want to go home, you needed to get back before your fiancée figured out you left.

What you didn’t realize was when you lifted your arm, your sleeve rolled down slightly to show a glimpse of the bruise on your wrist, which Michael did not miss.

Grabbing your hand, you looked at him with an alarmed reaction as you weren’t sure why he did that until you watched him roll down your sleeve to show the bruises that littered your arm. Your breath hitched when the expression on his face transformed from his usual nonchalance to pure, unadulterated rage.

Pulling your hand away, you covered your arm again and turned to leave. Michael’s hand reached back out and wrapped around you, pulling you into him.

“Who did this to you, liebling?” He asked, his voice reduced to a low growl and it made you shiver. You never knew he could be so angry. It was terrifying. You never want to be on the receiving end to such anger, which said more than enough of what your reality was.

Ignoring his question, you looked up at him, choosing to look into his anger-filled eyes.

“I need to go, Michael. I left my daughter at home and…and I need to get back to her.” You were hoping, praying that he’d just let you go.

Michael’s eyes immediately soften and he let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized before a smile blessed his face once more. “If she’s anything like Ness, she’ll be worried sick that her mama’s missing.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before making your hasty exit. You didn’t dare to look over your shoulder as you picked up the pace.

Michael watched as you left the store. Once you were gone from sight, he pulled out his phone and dialed the one person he knew would pick up every time.

“Ness? It’s me. Have you gone to see your sister yet?”

You woke up the next day, thankful that when you had come home the night before, your fiancée was still asleep. Even your daughter was sleeping still when you checked on her. Not risking seeing you dressed, you changed into your pajamas and went back to sleep.

As you were picking your daughter up from preschool, you felt your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your pocket, you grinned as soon as you saw the caller ID.

“Alexi!” You greeted. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“(Y/N), my cutest sister!” Alexis squealed, making you giggle. Ever since he graduated and was signed on full time with Bastard München, you didn’t see your brother as much as you’d like since he was busy with practice and games. Of course you went to every game you could and watched the games you couldn’t go to on your phone.

Regardless of how you feel about Michael, the two of them were great together. You don’t know what happened when members of Blue Lock joined their team, but it changed the both of them for the better when it came to their plays. Despite being over the age of 20, they were still signed with the team per their coach’s request, but that would only last for the next couple of seasons.

“The season’s over for the year so have a break! I decided to come home so that I could spend time with you and our mom and dad.” Alexis continued. “I just landed last night and want to get dinner with you. How does that sound?”

You thought about it and what you were expected to do tonight. If you went, your fiancée would not be happy as he expected dinner at a specific time, and you didn’t want him to be alone with your daughter because as much as he loves her, he’ll be sure to cook for the both of them but as soon as you come home, you’ll be expected to receive hell.

Your best bet would be to take a rain check so you can plan better.

“Sorry Alexi, I have plans tonight. How does next week sound? I should be available by then!” You responded.

Alexis groaned before responding. He was looking forward to seeing you but you wanted to get rid of the bruises on your neck at the very least.

“Ok. Next week though! Be sure to bring my adorable niece. I have gifts to give!”

Your heart felt so full. You never expected your brother to love his niece as much as he does. You’re not even sure why you doubted it since he loves you as much as he does.

You guessed the nerves came from the possibility of finding out who the father was. He still didn’t know you were back together with him, not after the breakup in high school.

“Of course! Emma misses you! She’s watched all of your games and proudly talks about her uncle.”

Alexis let out a squeal of awe and it made you laugh.

“Let me know what day works best for you and we’ll plan it, ok?” Alexis asked.

You nodded as if he could see you.

“You got it Alexi. Love you! I’ll be sure to tell Emma when I pick her up. I’m just about there now.”

“Love you! Tell her I love her bunches!” Alexis said before hanging up the phone.

You chuckled as you shook your head. He was always so silly when it came to you and Emma, so when you first saw him play, you were surprised to learn he could be so serious. You knew he could get angry for you, but he never showed you that side of him, you just heard about it from others.

As you get to your daughter’s preschool, the children had just finished class so you were greeted with your daughter bouncing her way to you before jumping into your arms. You hid the pain from the bruises from her, the other kids, their parents, and the teachers as you spun her around, giving her a tight hug before you kissed all over her face. Emma giggled and shrieked.

“I missed you, my baby!” You said in between kisses.

Emma wrapped her arms around your neck, still giggling and returning the kisses over your face.

“I missed you too mommy!” She responded before sliding down, indicating she wanted down.

You set your daughter down and hold her hand to make sure she stayed safe as you walked her home. Keeping her on the side away from the road, you watched as a car passed by then stop, which immediately put you on high alert. Gently tugging Emma behind you, you kept an eye on the car, waiting for the driver to either get out or leave.

The car reversed and stopped once again in front of you and your daughter before rolling down the window.

“Liebling!” A familiar voice calls, causing you to relax. At least it was someone you knew.

“Hi Michael.” You called out once his face came into view.

You felt your daughter peer around your legs to look at him. Outside of Alexis and your family, she’s never met anyone else. You weren’t allowed to spend time with friends, much less leave the house except to purchase groceries.

Glancing down, Michael’s eyes met your daughter’s, whose eyes shone when he made eye contact with her. She reminded him of you. Taking after you perfectly with your brown, curly hair ending with magenta at the ends, and your matching magenta eyes. Even her eye shape took after your own. The sight of seeing your carbon copy made Michael smile.

As much as he teased you, he knew you were the perfect woman for him. You challenged him by expressing how much you didn’t like him. Every glare you made his way just made him more interested in you. He wouldn’t call it a crush or love, no. He simply knew that you would keep him on his toes.

First, he has to convince you that he’s changed and get closer to you. Maybe your daughter could help him.

“Would you like a ride home? I couldn’t let two pretty ladies walk in this weather.”

You glanced up; it was a perfect, sunny day. Looking back at Michael, you shook your head.

“Nein, thank you Michael. We like to get our exercise.” You responded.

That was a lie. You didn’t want him to know where you lived. If your fiancée found out you knew another man outside your brother and father, you’d be punished.

Michael tilted his head to the side a bit, his smile never fading.

“Liebling.” He whined, dragging the word out. “Allow me to do this for you. You’re my best friend’s little sister after all.”

You opened your mouth to respond before your daughter jumped out from behind you completely and ran to the car, opening the back door.

“Emma!” You called out.

You watched as your precious daughter shrieks and giggles, crawling onto the backseat. You really need to teach her more about stranger danger.

Chuckling, Michael watched as your daughter had the time of her life before his eyes went to you once again.

“Looks like the Scätzchen wants to ride in the car. Let me drive you Liebling.”

Michael and his nicknames. Rolling your eyes, you walked to the back door to shut it after making sure your daughter was safely buckled in. You felt nervous since she wasn’t sitting in a booster seat, but you felt bad breaking her heart. Sitting in the passenger side, you ignored Michael, who had his arms crossed on the steering wheel, leaning against them while he watched you.

It amused him to see you ignoring him as if the two of you weren’t right next to each other.

You continued to stare ahead, waiting for Michael to begin driving so that you can give him the directions to your home. After a minute of two of sitting in silence, you found yourself getting impatient. Looking at him, you see that his eyes were stuck on you, studying you. It caused you to feel nervous for some reason. A smile formed on his lips as he continued to stare. For some reason, the action caused you to blush.

Turning your head away to hide said blush, you cleared your throat.

“I would like to get home soon, Michael.” You stated.

Chuckling, Michael sat up straight and began to drive, listening to the instructions on how to get you home. When you weren’t speaking up to give directions, the ride was silent, save for the humming your daughter was doing in the backseat.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, you watched as your daughter swayed from side to side, humming and staring out the window. The mere sight of it brought a warm smile on your face. You loved your daughter more than anything and when she did things like this, you felt that it melted your worries, insecurities, and dread.

Michael looked at you when he stopped at a red stop light and his eyes widened a bit. He had never seen you smile like that before and the mere sight caused his heart to skip a beat.

Taking his eyes away from you once the light turns green, he begins to think that maybe you weren’t just perfect for him.

Maybe he was perfect for you.

Once you arrived home, you unbuckle and go to open the door before a hand gently wrapped around your wrist, causing you to pause and look at Michael.

“Let me give you my number.” He said.

Rolling your eyes, you wondered why he wanted your contact information.

“It’s ok Michael, thank you for the ride. Emma and I-“

“Please, Liebling.” He interrupted. The worry was adamant in his expression. You remembered that he had seen the bruise that was on your wrist.

“Just in case. I’m a call away and I will drop everything to be here for you.” He continued.

Your brows upturned and you glanced in the backseat to see that your daughter was sleeping soundly. Looking down, you avoided looking at Michael.

“I-I’m fine. I’ll be ok.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have bruises on you.” Michael responded.

You felt fingers gently lift your chin to meet his gaze, expressing a sadness behind his eyes for you.

Maybe he really had changed.

“I…” You sighed, giving in to his request. “Ok. Just in case.”

Raising your hand to his lips, he kissed your knuckles before letting go. Holding out his hand, he waited for you to put your phone in it so that he could enter his number.

After he gave you his number, you took your daughter out of the backseat being careful to not wake her. You leaned down to look at Michael, offering him a slight smile.

“Thank you Michael. It really was kind of you to offer a ride.” You truly meant it. While the two of you were used to the walk, it was much faster to use a car.

Michael froze seeing you smile at him. Him. You never smiled his way and even if it was a small smile, it was still a smile.

He stayed to make sure you went inside the house without any problems, which you went inside.

Something inside began to stir in Michael. You changed once you had a child; he remembered your vindictive actions, your harsh words, the glare you always had. But now you had softer expressions, warmer eyes, and for the first time since he’s known you all these years, you now smiled.

Letting out a self deprecating laugh, Michael realized his plans may not go the way he expected.

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Reuniclus is my favorite psychic pokemon. I wanted to make a card based loosely around how i play mine in pokemon violet!

Lv 100

Psychic Tera

Bold nature

236 defense EVs

20 Sp. Atk EVs

252 Sp. Def EVs

Magic Guard ability

Life Orb hold Item

Acid armor

Calm mind

Recover

Stored power

Not accounting for RNG, stored power does 20 damage to start, adding 20 more for each stat boost on the pokemon using it. But since stored power is the same type as Reuniclus, it gets a 1.5 boost, with a 2x boost instead if you make it tera-psychic. So the starting damage is now 40, plus 40 more for each stat boost. But then add on life orb, giving it another 1.3x boost, and the damage ends up at about 50 starting damage, with another 50 more for each stat boost.

In total, 1 turn of acid armor and 1 turn of calm mind means that not only is Reuniclus gonna be able to tank some decent hits especially on the physical side, but it’s also now able to hit with a stored power attack that deals damage around the ballpark of 250! (I typically do 2 turns of calm mind, so it’s 350 if I’m lucky lol)

All this damage is also coming off a boosted Sp. Atk stat of 291 if your IVs in that stat is maxed, which on its own might not be impressive, but if you double it with a turn or two of calm mind, can be pretty terrifying

Some glaring weaknesses would be:

the oblivious ability, which ignores your stat boosts (but not the stored power damage from them, or the stab bonus)

Dark types. They give zero poops about psychic types under normal conditions

Reuniclus’ low speed. Anything able to kill it before it gets the boosts in won’t have much trouble with it.

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With the Card, i wanted to give it a way to more quickly gather psychic energies to be able to build on its stored power attack, and i thought that “mitochondria” as an ability was both appropriate, and also a little funny. After all, it IS the powerhouse of the cell.