#i figured an e offering wouldn't hurt

[herluminouswitch]

e-offering for Lord Hermes Diaktoros¹, psychopomp and guide to us all, especially those who travel and the roads we roam.

i thank you for guiding my path this tumultuous week and always. i honor your role in my safe passage. blessed be.

¹epithet from theoi.com, translates to guide or messenger.

[fictionalreads]

Hello do you think you could do this one the reader and Mike are married and she knew about Lockwood but Mike didn't believe her because of Rita, reason, and they had an argument he said something that he should never said and she got kidnapped while being months pregnant 😦😦😦😦

A/N: HIIIII!! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was out of town and then had to get back in the rhythm of things once I got back. Writing for Mike (where it's his story and he's not playing the role of narrator for the sake of Armando) was different. I included Rita but I just couldn't make her the reason he didn't believe reader, I just felt like she and the reader wouldn't have beef so that was changed but I tried to stick to the rest of your request. I hope you enjoy this! 🥰 Title from Forget How to Love by Meghan Trainor

I Know Your Words Shouldn't Hurt Me, But They Hurt Me

Fandom: Bad Boys Movie

Pairing: Mike Lowrey x reader

Warnings⚠️: Um... Relationship issues? canon typical violence even though its mostly talked around

You knew when you married Mike Lowrey that he was used to doing things alone, that moving as a unit didn’t come naturally to him. Sure he had Marcus and they were a well oiled machine, but it didn’t start that way and at the end of the day Marcus had a family that was his priority no matter how much he loved Mike.

But Mike was your priority, you’d go through hell for him.

He knew this, but after relying on himself for so long, he didn’t always come to you first. His initial reaction to anything was to internalize and figure out a solution, only coming to you after he failed on his own. You were used to it, but it didn’t make it less hurtful every time he did it.

You on the other hand, preferred talking it out with him. You liked to explain the issue to him, not looking for him to fix it, but rather to vent it out to someone you trusted, someone who would let you think through it all out loud, sometimes offering his own two cents. You usually were able to solve the issue on your own while talking it out, but having him as a sounding board made you feel less alone. Mike was good at listening to what you had to say.

Which is why you were so surprised when he was dismissive about your concerns.

“I’m telling you, something is off with Lockwood,” you insisted.

“The man is one of the best U.S. attorneys I’ve ever worked with. He’s part of the reason AMMO exists and has tried a lot of high profile criminals that nobody else would touch cause they were afraid of the blowback.”

You shrugged, having already thought of this too. “The best criminals hide in plain sight, gain your trust and make sure you’d never think of them.”

“This ain’t Scooby Doo, alright? This is the real world, let’s get back to reality please.” You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, not really, but it felt like a dig.

“You don’t believe me? You think I’m making it all up?” You were defensive, ready to 

“I never said you were making it up, I’m just not convinced. What proof do you have?” He placated.

He had you there. There was no concrete evidence, nothing specific that made you feel like Lockwood was hiding something, but you just knew he was.

“I don’t have any, it’s just a gut feeling. Intuition or whatever you want to call it.”

“Intuition? You want me to investigate a man who will probably be the next mayor of Miami cause you feel something?”

He was being dismissive at best, belittling at worst. It irked you, especially because you knew he had done exactly that for others before. So why not for his wife?

“Would you do it if it was Rita?” It was a bit bitchy to ask, considering Rita had been nothing but kind to you despite being Mike’s ex. You had thought she’d be a point of contention for the two of you when you first started dating and you found out he worked with her all day, but it wasn’t. You weren’t using her now to pick a fight, just to prove a point. You knew if any of the AMMO team had come to him with the same amount of information you had, he’d chase every lead until there was nothing left.

“What?”

His surprise was warranted so you clarified, “would you look into it if Rita came to you and said she felt something off about Lockwood?” 

“Why are you bringing Rita into this?” His evasive answer made the hairs on your neck stand up. Why wouldn’t he answer the question? You were prepared for him to say yes and for you to point out the hypocrisy of his answer, but him refusing to answer? It put you on edge.

“Why are you ignoring the question?”

“I’m not.”

“Then answer the question. Yes or no?”

“Where is this coming from?” Another avoidance.

“Yes or no Mike?”

“Yes! Okay? Yes I would.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” He knew exactly what you were asking and honestly you were almost afraid of what this was leading to, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself, to diffuse and come back with a calmer head so you pushed some more.

“Why would you do it for her and not me?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Is it because she’s a cop?”

“Y/N,”

“Or because you’ve known her longer?”

“Y/N,”

“Is it because she’s dating him and therefore closer to him?”

“Because I trust her!”

And wasn’t that a slap in the face.

“And you don’t trust me?” You whispered.

“Y/N,”

“What are we even doing if you don’t trust me Mike? What was the point in exchanging vows and being together if you can’t trust me?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You still said it.” Mike was at a loss for words, staring at you, hoping you’d understand but you couldn’t. The man you loved just told you he didn’t trust you. You had never felt so unmoored in your life. Everything about your relationship had just shifted in your view. “I’m gonna go stay in the guest room for the night,” you managed before turning away from him.

That had been the last time you saw him before he became a wanted man and you were kidnapped by McGrath. What you wouldn’t give to go back to that night and talk it all out instead of allowing hurt feelings to run the conversation. Now you could be killed before you got the chance to fix things.

You had faith in your husband’s abilities but McGrath held you and Marcus at gunpoint, blocking Mike’s view of himself.

“What you don’t know is one of ‘em can’t die.”

What the hell? Since when did one of you become immortal? What the hell was he doing? You missed his and Marcus’ exchange because you were so confused by the first statement, only jolted out of your thinking by the gun going off. Mike had shot Marcus to get him down and then shot McGrath. It was over, and Mike was running to you.

“I trust you, and I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before,” were the first words out of his mouth. He cut your restraints, pulling you into his embrace.

Too high off the adrenaline of the past day, you couldn’t have a real conversation about it with him so you let him know it was okay with a joke. “Bet you’ll never doubt my intuition again.”

He laughed and went to say something when you both heard Judy over the comms saying she’d found Armando. He looked at you in a panic, clearly not wanting to leave you but needing to get to Armando. “Go, I’ll check over Marcus and get us back to the team.” He didn’t waste another second, running to find his son.

It was later when you were escorted to an ambulance that you saw him again, rushing to get to you.

“Everything alright?”

The medic looked at you for permission to speak. “It’s okay he’s my husband.”

The medic nodded, answering his question with, “Its just a precaution sir. We just want to make sure there’s no hidden wounds that are being masked by the adrenaline.”

You were helped onto the back of the ambulance and the medic began her examination, checking your head for wounds and asking if you were hit at any point, blacked out or fell into something hard. You answered in the negative, stating you were pushed around a bit but not hit or thrown into anything. Any falling was the result of trying not to get hit by a bullet or the chopped that crashed. When it seemed she was about done with her examination you spoke up.

“Is it possible to do an ultrasound?”

“Ultrasound?” “Of course.” Mike and the medic spoke at the same time.

You reached out to grab Mike’s hand, tears in your eyes. “Yeah, an ultrasound.” Mike looked dumbfounded and you continued to look at him even as you spoke to the medic, “My OB said I was about nine weeks.”

The medic noted the information and readied the ultrasound. Before long the sound of your baby’s heartbeat filled the air and the fear you’d been holding back burst through you in the form of relief. Uncontrollable sobs wracked your body knowing you had managed to keep your baby safe. Mike held you closely, trying to calm your breathing.

You knew the two of you had some tough conversations in your future but right now all that mattered was that your little family was safe.

[loganwritesprobably]

– Shanks & Buggy & Reader with the 2° or 3°genre, prompt (e.) ✨

Oh this pairing has so much potential, but I like it being platonic. Switches up the vibe a little. You've given me a little too much power with that choice, but I think the end here manages both..

Content/Warnings: Shanks & GN!Reader & Buggy, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, childhood friends, background character death, arguing, yelling, end of friendships

You, Buggy and Shanks had been friends for as long as you could remember. Your first few years had been rough, or at least everyone assumed so considering you'd been picked up by the Roger pirates as a three year old after Shanks of a similar age had identified you and wanted to play with you. A year later had come Buggy, and on the Oro Jackson the three of you were raised to be pirates. Shanks was always the strongest of the three of you, while Buggy was the most sensitive, and you were the smartest. Between the three of you, you would've made a brilliant pirate crew.

Would've. That was the key word. Past tense.

Roger had been executed, and the skies had opened up to scream their protests. Rain poured down over the three of you as you trudged through Loguetown and away from the execution platform. You couldn't bare to look at it anymore. Shanks was up ahead, leading the way, while you followed, hand in hand with Buggy.

You paused near the docks, and you took a few steps away from the boys to look out at the sea. It wouldn't be the same without him. You'd wanted to stay with the crew until you were at least sixteen, but you'd not been with them in over six months and you were only fifteen. Shanks and Buggy were hardly older than you. You'd been abandoned.

Your ears perked up as you heard yelling. Buggy. You whipped around to look for the danger, and realised it was you in trouble - Buggy was yelling at Shanks. You rushed over to their sides, stood just between them, trying to figure out what had happened.

"He isn't going to go looking for the One Piece." Buggy muttered, and you could hear how betrayed he felt, and some part of you felt the same. You looked at Shanks with slightly widened eyes.

"Shanks.." you murmured, searching his face in hopes you could understand.

"We can all still sail together." Shanks offered, but the offer was lame, it fell flat. He didn't even sound confident about the offer.

"But that's our dream Shanks - the one piece." You replied, inching closer to Buggy. You hated to choose sides when they bickered, but you all knew a choice had already been made.

"I just.. I don't know. Maybe it isn't mine anymore." Shanks whispered, but he might as he might as well have screamed it. Not his dream anymore?

You took Buggy's hand in your own, and laced your fingers. Both of you needed the support.

"You know, most people only deal with one idiot. You pick a best friend, and you put up with them for life. I thought you two would be the death of me. But it looks like I'll be picking sides before that happens." You said to Shanks, and Buggy squeezed your hand to reassure and comfort you. You watched as Shanks took a single step back, scared and betrayed, then he spun and took off in a sprint, away from the two of you.

You and Buggy leaned heavily against each other, tears rolling anew down your faces, eyes already sore and cheeks red and splotchy. You thought you'd cried your share of tears already, but of course there was more. Buggy held you, and you held him in return. For a long time the two of you stood there in a tight embrace, crying and letting the rain wash away your tears.

"We'll start our own flashy crew." Buggy said, and you smiled despite the tears and just nodded, not trusting your own voice. Yeah, you didn't need Shanks.

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[aimfor-theheart]

Act III

|| kaeya alberich x afab!reader || E/18+ || hurt/comfort/fluff || wc: 22k || masterlist ||

When you, a beloved artist and performer of Mondstadt, attract the attention of the Fatui, there is only one person you seek out for help; the infamous Cavalry Captain of the Ordo Favonius, Mondstadt's beloved bastard.

minors and ageless blogs dni, 18+

❀ for you are the world (as i am in pieces) - @lorelune ❀

a/n: a whole ass year later and i have finally finished this behemoth of a fic. i will be including an intro of sorts below the cut, but the rest you will have to read on ao3! it just got too big! but i am sooo so so happy to have it done though. if you are still reading all this time later, THANK YOU! thank you for reading and thank you for waiting! and of course, thank you to my beloved @lorelune who beta read this last part and has offered me constant support and feedback!! also go check out their diluc fic (linked above) as part of this collab — it's really wonderful! i would love to hear how you feel about this ending/what you think!! enjoy!

tags: afab reader (she/her pronouns but is rather gender fluid/binds her chest sometimes and presents both femme and masc), alcohol use, kidnapping, mentions of stalking/full on stalking from the fatui to the reader, emotional smut, mentions of heartbreak/abandonment issues, bodyguard au technically, fake dating au technically

SCENE I

On the sloping, icy bends of Dragonspine. The sky is gray, snow cutting across the landscape in large, harsh flakes–the wind howls like a lone dog. You stumble through the snow, shivering harshly, gripping the fur of Kaeya’s coat around your shoulders like a lifeline. Dark blots of Fatui members urge you to keep walking. 

Your teeth chatter relentlessly. 

Out of fear or cold, you can no longer tell anymore. You have resigned yourself to focusing on one foot in front of the other. Stepping into thick, wet snow, and watching each foot carefully make ground. The wind cuts across your face viciously. You burrow down into the one relief you managed to grab–the fur of Kaeya’s coat. 

You think of him and feel the pressure of tears in your head once more. You sniffle. You stumble. 

The moment you do, you’re being barked at by a member of the Fatui to hurry up. 

Your legs are burning both from exertion and from the cold. You’re hardly dressed properly; they’d barely let you grab anything. They’d barely let you do anything at all. 

They forced you to write the letter; one of them had demanded that it felt real and there were no tricks to be had. In your haste and through your tears, you hadn’t been able to think of anything overly clever. No ciphers or sonnets or songs to uncover a true message to. However, you’d emphasized certain letters, tracing them boldly under the guise that the pen wasn’t working well, parsed through words that would give you those letters to form an easy message, one that you hope Kaeya would catch;

Help. Dragonspine. 

The letter itself had perhaps been too on the nose, perhaps a little too raw, but the Fatui member who had watched the argument transpire had urged you to mention it. To—

“Break his heart thoroughly, so that he wouldn’t dream of coming after you.” 

But you’d left your clues and now it was up to Kaeya to find them. 

To—to trust you, to know you—that you wouldn’t have left him like this. You wouldn't have left for Liyue. To know there is more than just the letter, but another one of your neverending puzzles. 

You hope he notices his missing coat. You hope he knows instantly that it could never be true, that you’re in danger. And you need him, now more than ever. 

Tears burn your eyes, pressing in your temples. Your throat aches. You’re not sure you have any more tears left to cry. They freeze out here on your cheeks, burn against your skin as the cold seeps into your skin. 

Even if Kaeya comes for you—even if he figures out your little message, it doesn’t change the argument. It doesn’t change what was said or what has become of the two of you. 

I don’t love you. 

The words ache fiercely, deep in your chest. 

You stumble. 

One of the Fatui members barks at you, harsh and sharp, to stand up. Get up. Keep moving. You grit your teeth. 

You force your legs to move, to make you stand. 

You keep walking. 

Tears break your lash line. 

The wind cuts sharply against your face, freezing them. 

Even if he’s a liar, does it matter?

If he can’t be open, if he can’t say it, then it may as well be as if he doesn’t love you, anyways. 

It’s all the same outcome. 

You choke on a sound, a whimper that could’ve been a sob if you had the energy for it. 

You sink your hands into the fur of Kaeya’s coat, gripping at it, desperate, and half-sick with your hope. 

With your despair. 

The shackles rub your wrists raw; something that subdues your Vision. You don’t even have your fire for warmth, can’t even call on the inner heat that resides inside of you. 

No, you think bitterly, mournfully, it’s just cold.

So cold. 

And you are alone against the harsh, gray sky. 

You breathe out, let it puff in front of you in a blast of small warmth.

One foot in front of the other. 

You pick your head up, you glance behind  at the world below—at your city and your land. You glance like you may be able to see all the way into Mondstadt, like you could see all you love now in hindsight, so far away. 

For a brief, rash moment, you feel like screaming, seeing how loud it would be. Would it echo across the lands? Would the winds carry it back to your city? Would your Archon hear you? Does he see you now? 

You turn back to face the winding slope of the mountain, like the curved, jagged spine of a dragon. 

You had never hoped to discover how the mountain received its name. 

One foot in front of the other. Deep breath. 

You cling to fur, half-sick with despair. 

With hope that burns and gathers in your eyes. 

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[chiriwritesstuff]

Meet Me at the Farmers Market - 8. Compliance

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

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Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Chapter Rating: E, MDNI (18+)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Roleplay, This is FILTHY, Too much porn, not too much plot, Daddy needs to EAT, ok?, Talks about OSHA Compliance, Wear the proper PPE if you're going into a job site, okay?

Summary: Joel catches you in improper PPE, so you do what it takes to not get shut down...

A/N: Hello there!

I thought I would give you all a little treat before Christmas! I will be posting another chapter on Christmas day, so enjoy this little bit of fun before then!

This chapter takes place before Pt. 4.

"Hey Joel, good morning!"

You peek out from your office at the back of your shop, a bright smile on your face as Joel shuffles into the barren space, still a construction site riddled with pieces of reclaimed wood. Coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, Joel ambles toward his worktable in the corner. "Mornin'," he grunts, a subtle grin appearing as he secures his tool belt, slung low on his jean-clad hips.

Casually strolling over, you join him, smoothing out your overalls and adjusting your oversized flannel, your hair neatly woven into braids. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Figured I'd kick things off with the display cases, checking out the designs we agreed upon. Found some great pieces of oak at the reclaim center-" Joel's words trail off as he finally notices you, his eyes widening, mouth slightly agape. You catch him mid-sentence, twirling a pigtail around your finger, biting your lower lip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Something the matter, Joel? See something on my face?" you tease, offering a small, playful smile.

His Adam's apple bobs as he pivots back to the plans laid out on his worktable. "No, you just look pretty today."

"Oh, do I?"

"Well, those overalls are all wrong, being that they're short and all, and those boots," he motions to your feet, "Are they OSHA-regulated? Don't want you hurting your pretty little feet."

You laugh, a sound that fills the shop. "Just trying to keep things interesting around here, Joel. Wouldn't want you to think work is the only thing worth looking at." Your eyes appraise his form as you slide between him and his worktable. "You don't look too bad yourself," you tease, drawing a finger down his chest to his toolbelt. "I love a man in uniform, especially when they wear it so damn well."

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his voice husky.

"Do you now? Is it because I'm paying you?" you cheekily reply, "If I put on this hard hat, maybe you'll look the other way if the city asks about my compliance. I would hate to be shut down for something silly like my attire."

"Well, with an ass like this," he grabs it for good measure, large hands caressing the span of your cheeks, squeezing as he groans, a wicked smile on his face - "I think we can work something out, don't you think, baby girl?" He starts to undo the straps of your overalls. "I think that we should take this off, it's not protective enough for those legs of yours," he slides the denim past your hips, letting them drop to the floor as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Mmm," he moans, "Turn around for me, I need to get a good look for my inspection." He turns you around as he takes in your ass, the fabric of your thong devoured by your asscheeks. He slides a finger between the fabric and your ass crack, barely grazing your slit. "Very, very nice," he mutters to himself. He raises his fingers coated with your slick to your face. "Wet already, baby?" he asks, his eyes blown. "Fuck, what am I going to do with you? What are you going to do to make your indiscretions up to me?"

"I can't afford to be shut down, Joel." You plead, grabbing his hands as you take his slick-coated fingers into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He pulls them back with a satisfied pop. "I'll do anything, please Joel."

"First of all," he whispers, his fingers undoing the buttons of your flannel slowly, "I'm gonna need you to redress with the proper PPE-" he says, opening your shirt and exposing your breasts as he groans in appreciation, grabbing the safety vest on his worktable. "Put this on, and sit that pretty ass on the table." You shrug off your flannel, smiling as you grab the vest from his hands, shimmying it on. "Like this?" you ask, your nipples peeking out through the neon mesh as you lift your hips onto the table, spreading your legs more to present yourself to him.

"Just like that, baby, that's much better," he says as he settles himself between your legs. "You know, I shouldn't be drinking coffee on an empty stomach, maybe I should get something to eat," he kneels down, settling himself on his knees as he takes in your pussy, his fingers slipping through the flimsy lace between your slit. "You're fucking drenched, look at you, is this honey all for me?" You nod as he slips his fingers through your folds, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Uh uh, baby. None of that. You keep your eyes on me, Daddy needs to eat."

You arch your back and whisper something incoherent, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form. "Please Joel, can't have you working on an empty stomach…"

"Well," he smiles as he slips a finger into your cunt, his finger so thick that you flinch at the sudden intrusion. "If you're offering… Fuck Sunflower, she's crying for me. Absolutely fucking weeping." he takes a deep breath as he pulls the fabric of your thong harshly to the side, ripping it off of you as you yelp in surprise. "Joel! those were my favorite panties!"

"You can just write them off, hazards of the job, right?" he replies, the flat of his tongue diving into your folds as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. "You keep your eyes on me as I feast on this pussy," he mumbles as he devours you, gripping your thighs as he locks his eyes on you. "Try not to blink, baby, watch me finish my meal. Gonna have to prep you to handle some heavy machinery, can't have you getting injured on the job site."

"Fuck Joel, just like that, I'm so close baby…" you mumble, harshly grabbing onto his hair as he moans in appreciation. He slips another finger into the warmth of your cunt as he continues to lick and suck, the sound of your wetness obscene as it echoes in the vastness of your empty shop.

"You think you can take one more? I need to make sure you can take it, baby."

"Please Joel, I can take it, give it to me-" you stutter, your body shaking as he leads you to completion, the safety vest spread wide open as you play with your nipples, tweaking the pointed buds as you shift your hips, tilting them as he continues on, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. "I'll be so fucking good for you, Joel, please- I'm gonna…" You gush into his mouth, the wetness of your slick coating his beard as you ride on his fingers, your body taut and tight as your thighs quiver. You haven't gotten used to being used so thoroughly, feeling faint as he smiles in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he rises onto his feet.

"Fuck, baby, best breakfast ever. Do you think I prepped you enough to handle my machinery?" he cheekily smiles as he settles himself back between your legs, your hands blindly reaching for the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as you reach into his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers, the tip red and angry as precome starts to leak from the slit. "Fuck Joel, is this going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, baby" He breathes as he notches the tip at your entrance, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he pumps his shaft, his hand going to your folds and gathering your slick, pumping his cock once more as he wets the shaft. It's so fucking unhinged, so fucking obscene with the noise it makes, squelching as he guides himself to you once more. "Let me just test it with the tip, let me work you up to take me, okay baby? I'll make it fucking fit."

"Shit," he roars as your cunt envelops his wide tip, his hips pushing into you back and forth in shallow thrusts. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing down to your breasts as he slowly adds inch after inch until he's fully sheathed inside your channel, his breaths short as he allows you to adjust to his size. "Fuck, are you ready, Sunflower? Can I move?"

"FUCK Joel, you're so deep like this!" you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lowers you down onto his worktable, capturing your lips in a kiss fervently, all teeth and tongue as he starts to pound into you in earnest. You claw at his back, your fingers grabbing onto his shirt so tightly you swear you hear a rip, crying into his neck "Please, Joel, please fuck me harder! I can take it! I can take it all!" He slides a hand under your ass and tilts your hips until he's hitting that spot, so delicious you're rendered speechless. A tear falls down the slope of your cheek, you swear he licks it off you as he kisses you once more.

He stands upright once more as he takes in the sight of his cock buried into your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs as you make a mess of his worktable below, your plans ruined and soaked. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking perfect, so perfect for me… I'm going to come, do you want me to come in this pretty cunt?" he mumbles incoherently, "Are you gonna milk me, baby?"

"YES yes yes yes" you nod absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck Joel, come inside of me, let your cum drip down my legs as I work today, let everyone know who owns me…" He collapses on you as he plunges into you one last time, filling you with his hot release as he kisses you. "Fuccckkkkkk," he says as he kisses your neck, his breath hot as he attempts to steady his breath. "I didn't think you would be into roleplay, honey. It was so fucking hot, we need to do this again."

You smile as you push him off, removing the safety vest as you grab your clothes on the floor. "What time is it? Tommy should be heading over soon, need to make sure he doesn't walk into a warzone-"

"Let him walk into one, I don't care," Joel says defiantly as he buckles his jeans.

Like clockwork, there's a tap on the window, still covered up with an easy mask. "Hey! Anyone in? Joel? Sunflower?" Tommy's voice calls out from behind the door. "Let me in, alright? It's hot as fuck outside!"

You smirk as you fiddle with the straps of your overalls. "Speak of the devil," you say, kissing Joel once more as you make your way to the door. You put on a smile as you let Tommy in, Joel back at his worktable as he hurriedly rolls up the ruined plans.

"Took you guys long enough," Tommy chides, handing you a cup of matcha. His face scrunches as he takes a whiff of the store. "What is that smell?! It smells fucking awful!"

Joel throws the safety vest onto himself as you laugh, walking back into your office as Tommy looks back in confusion. "What?" he exclaims. "It does!"

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck coming to terms with his sexuality.

I can't help but compare it to what happened with Darryl in Crazy Ex Girlfriend. After his divorce he threw a party cause he was lonely and missing his daughter (they have a good relationship, I think she was at camp or her mom's I can't remember) where he invited some new friends over. He spent the whole party talking to White Josh who kissed his cheek at the end of the night, after he stayed to help him clean up. Cue his Bi awakening

He asked White Josh out on a date where they wouldn't run into anyone they know and his reaction was basically "Listen I'm happy for you coming to terms with who you are and figuring yourself out but I'm not going back in the closet" he was respectful about it and didn't make Darryl feel like shit just cause he was still closeted.

Compare this to Toad who made Buck feel bad for needing time and ditched him. If he hadn't acted like a dick at the restaurant and taken Buck home and left the night saying "Listen I get that this is new for you but I don't want to hide who I'm dating. I'm out of the closet and I'd like to keep it that way" and left it at that he wouldn't have been in the wrong. But he was purposefully written that way.

White Josh and Darryl went on to date and I didn't watch s4 so I don't know if they were endgame but I loved their relationship cause even though White Josh's feelings were hurt by Darryl not wanting to be out he didn't attack Darryl for it. Unlike Temu who abandoned Buck.

Thank you @chaoticcoffeequeen for the ask.

Since I'm not familiar with the TV show "Crazy Ex Girlfriend" that you mentioned at the start of your ask, I'm not able to provide any insight on it.

However, I am familiar with 9-1-1 and I have several issues with T*mmy Kinard dating Buck and it started with the fact that HE KNEW Buck wasn't trying to get his attention. It was obvious by his response he knew when he asked, "My attention?" Seriously, he could have owned up to it then and offered to be a friend to Buck instead of another love interest. Why would anyone want to be in a whatever they're doing while actively knowing they want to be with another person? It doesn't make any sense to try and build something when the other person is in love with someone else. Even though everyone perceives and interprets media differently, it should have been clear to anyone watching that 9-1-1 was being VERY LOUD AND INTENTIONAL in having Eddie Diaz (the love of Buck's life) be at the center of everything in 7x4 along with Buck constantly referencing Eddie and Chris and how he felt like he was being replaced in their lives by T*mmy along with how he felt left out since Eddie had moved on.

From the start of the episode, T*mmy was completely dismissive, rude and most of all he was an asshat towards Buck. He seemed to be annoyed by him and it continued throughout the second half of the season. IMO, since T*MMY COULDN'T GET EDDIE, he decided to see where things with Buck could go which made Buck be the consolation prize! Buck's hardly ever been anyone's first choice unless they wanted to have sex with him or use him to get what they wanted, i.e. Margaret and Phillip wanted Daniel not Buck so they had him created so he could save their other son while completely ignoring him. And I don't believe that season 6 smoke screen the show threw up for the audience to give the Buckley parents an undeserved redemption. Then there was Chase MacKey who used Buck so he could sue the city and get a payout. Connor's no different since all he wanted was Buck's sperm and when he got it and they had the baby, they dipped.

Buck's not celibate (at least he hasn't said he is in CANON) so it would have been different if they established that's all they would be to each other so Buck wouldn't be clinging to someone who doesn't want him which is no different than the things he's done for the past 7 years. Everyone who knows Buck, fully understands he wants to be in love and he's wanted it ever since he clung to Abby even though she saw him as nothing but a boytoy.

Another thing that irks my soul about T*mmy is the fact that he's always talking about how jealous he is of Buck because he acts like he's still in 5th grade and is jealous that Buck got to go to recess and he didn't. T*mmy's a grown man who should be settled and secure in who he is and what he has to offer someone but he acts immature and the words that come out of his mouth contradict his persona. For example, the comment he made about Buck's loft being so nice when he first walked in. I mean let's be real for a minute because T*mmy spends his money on BS and it's evident he does when he walked in and was looking around like he was at the Getty Museum or the Griffith Observatory. He even said he was working at the wrong location which is ridiculous since he used to work at the 118 and he got a job promotion. This guy operates helicopters for a living now and he had been on the job at least a couple of years before Chimney started since he wasn't a probie in 2x11 or 2x9. In 6x1, Hen told Bobby she had been on the job for 12 years and she arrived after Chimney so T*mmy's been with the LAFD for at least 15 years which makes him older than some people want to believe but I digress.

My point is he makes more money than all of them but he dresses like he shops at bargain basement and discount stores and his clothes look kind of tacky. I've always considered him to be the Wal-Mart version of someone but definitely not Eddie Diaz because Eddie is Cartier and Giorgio Armani to T*mmy's Dollar Tree/Dollar General. Eddie's quality to T*mmy's cheap ass. Buck's a good dresser, he always has been (well until he started wearing those too little clothes in season 6) but I think that had more to do with the way he was trying to force himself into a family or families that weren't his (related posts linked here and here). Anyway, T*mmy makes enough money to afford anything he wants but he spends it on BS like car lifts, bars, fight tickets and other nonsense and since he doesn't have any kids, there's no excuse for him to be jealous over Buck's ability to live in a nice loft and him buying expensive clothes.

Before he kissed Buck, T*mmy literally courted Eddie but Eddie was completely oblivious to it. But when he started doing whatever the "F" he's doing with Buck, he hasn't taken him on one helicopter ride or anything. All they've done, other than that failed date and the coffee whatever, is stay inside of Buck's loft just like Buck did with Ali, Taylor and Natalia. The only time he took Taylor on a date was before they started officially dating when he was trying to get help for Sue in 4x11 and he took Natalia to a bar when Lucy popped up out of nowhere but the other times, they were entombed inside of his loft.

Eddie and Buck have had two official dates, one in 6x13 when they went to play poker and the second one when they partied like it was 1999 in 7x6 when they were dressed up like Crockett and Tubbs from Miami Vice (related post linked here).

T*mmy knew Buck wasn't interested in him, therefore, IMO, he should have admitted that instead of going along with it especially after he sat there and listened to Buck wax poetic about Eddie for several minutes. Also, I believe all Eddie talked about was Buck while they were in the helicopter and in Las Vegas.

Honestly, T*mmy is no different from Buck's other love interests because all he wants from him is one thing, his "Firehose" and that's it. He doesn't listen to Buck and he kind of acts like he's annoyed by him the same way Abby, Taylor and Natalia did.

I'm so tired of the show giving Buck these lackluster love interests who don't care about him and for those who want to say T*mmy does care about Buck... I'm here to say you're wrong because he doesn't. If T*mmy's actions are loveable then I'd hate to see what he's like when he's being a jerk because if he really cared, he would listen to Buck and stop talking about how jealous he is of him and he'd try to develop an emotional connection but he's so dry and unfunny, he's not capable of it.

This got way longer than I intended and I suppose I'm still pissed at how season 7 was handled for Buck and Eddie. Eddie's "Vertigo" storyline ended up being a dumpster fire and Buck being bothered and bewildered ended with the BTs caring more about Buck kissing a man than they do about the epic love story the show has been telling for the last six years between Buck and Eddie.

Thanks again for the ask.

I ONLY SHIP BUDDIE!

DO NOT REBLOG THIS IF YOU HAVE AN OPPOSING OPINION ABOUT BUCKT*MMY AND/OR T*MMY KINARD. I DON'T LIKE BT BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP AND I DON'T LIKE TK BECAUSE HE'S A RACIST AND A BIGOT.

THE ASK WAS SENT TO ME AND I RESPONDED TO IT THE WAY I WANTED TO. SO... IF YOU LIKE BT OR TK, CREATE YOUR OWN POST ON YOUR OWN BLOG OR ELSE GET BLOCKED LIKE THE HUNDREDS OF OTHERS I'VE BLOCKED SINCE 7X4 AIRED.

[saintarc]

VAMPIRE . . . sae itoshi.

about. you are the vampire, and itoshi sae is the blood.

notes. female reader. suggestive? idk ngl.. also blood tw.

a cruel and dark night where a fellow human who bares the itoshi family's name walked around the howling dusk. his intentions were unknown, but one thing was clear.

itoshi sae seeked for a certain female vampire.

when his piercing turquoise eyes caught a glimpse of e/c hair dancing with the cold wind that blew past, he swiftly moved towards her perfect figure.

you took a short side glance down at the incoming figure of the perfect human you found during one of those nights where the moon is full and the wolves were howling. during that time, itoshi sae was hurt and needed some source of energy to continue living. you became his source, providing him with a life full of blessed energy. but there was one thing you wanted in return.

blood.

no one else's but sae's blood.

you smiled at sae who stopped just under the tree where you sat on the highest branches, having a contest of staring with the moon itself. you hopped down, swiftly landing before immediately touching the beautiful and refined features of itoshi sae. he was like a beautiful porcelain doll, carved by only the best fingers in the universe. only this time, he is your porcelain doll. a doll to feed off to whenever you've grown hungry over time.

"hungry, aren't you?" itoshi sae said as you placed a finger to his lips, shushing him as you continued to admire him and his entire being. what a beautiful man itoshi sae is.

"may i..?" your eyes trailed to his neck, where sae had purposely leave the collar of his shirt wide-open, an occasion for the night. "go ahead, m'lady."

you let out a satisfied hum, pushing him against the tree until his back touched was secured with a thick tree. then you dive down right where his neck is let loose. it was let loose for you. the fangs that you compressed into your own gums sharply reformed to visibility, and then you carved a mark or two by sinking your teeth into his porcelain skin.

a grunt of sting sae let out, as his head fell backwards, his own teeth sinking into his lips to contain the pain that burned his neck. he could feel your tongue against his skin, simply sucking on his blood, feasting on it.

before sae could enjoy the pleasure of your teeth against his, your grip on him was suddenly let loose. and you pulled out your teeth from his neck, licking the blood that flowed down the corner of your lips.

"that's it?" sae asked.

"perhaps you want more of it until you perish?" you answered. "i wouldn't want my blood source to die so soon. i gave you a week worth of life energy. there were many humans whose blood i've managed to grasp today in town. a glorious feat."

a tiny frown twisted on the itoshi's face, albeit it was the colour of blushing cherry. this was the shortest time you have ever sunk into his neck. he was hoping for a longer time, but a week worth of energy from his vampire mistress is already a great victory.

the next thing he knew, you have disappeared into the night, leaving sae with a quick kiss on his cheeks, something you couldn't resist doing as a gift for him.

itoshi sae surely will find ways not to bore you the best time he offers himself to you.

ahahahahahah what did i wrote.

[voidandabyssal]

Uh random prompt: of your favorite brothers, what’s your interpretation on how they would react to someone they care about (Romantic or platonic writers choice) getting turned into an amalgam?

ohhh, this is hard! I have too many favourites!

UT Sans:

when he first finds you he's horrified.

he was suspocious at first when Alphys kept putting off your arrival home. Eventually he decided to go looking. Finding you and the rest of the amalgrams horrified him. He despretly tries to figure out a way to fix you and the other amalgrams

He spends months locking himself away in his own lab trying to help you. He pushes everyone away, even you, as he works himself to death for a cure.

It's only when Papyrus drags him upstairs and lectures him for pushing him and yourself away.

Once Sans gets it through his head that this isn't the route to go, he takes breaks and spends more time with you. Helping you get used to your new body.

he and Alphys decide to keep you and the other amalgrams in her lab, as it has the best equipment, and if something goes wrong they have access to some of the most advanced tech in all of the Underground immediantly.

While he and Alphys trie to figure out a cure, you remain in Alphys lab, though you are allowed to leave whenever you want

He treats you as he normally would. Making the same dumb puns and pranks that would make you laugh.

Sometimes he treats you more delicatly then he needs to.

UT Papyrus:

Like Sans, he grows worried about your sudden disapreance from the Underground. He frequently calls you and messages you, asking you how you are, where you are and if your okay.

Soon after he tracks you down in the hidden lab. Unlike Sans, who sorta just sneaks in without Alphys knowing until he's already seen everything.

Papyrus just bursts in, greeting Alphys like an old friend while looking for you. He's friendly, but serious in his mission to look for you. This is where you were last seen after all.

When he finds you, his soul is crushed. The pain your in, the fear you must feel. It hurts him so bad.

He envolps you in a tight hug, not letting go. Even when he hears and sees the other Amalgrams and Alphys.

He immediantly tells Undyne everything, who then tells Asgore everything.

Asgore informs the other amalgrams families and orders Alphys to immediantly start looking for a cure. All other projects put on hold, or handed off to other scientists.

He takes you back to his home. Papyrus is optimistic that you'll eventually get better.

He drags you out for patrols and puzzles and for training. Anything that can get you out of your head, and push the memorys of recent happenings away. Even if its only for a little while.

Regardless of whether a cure is found or not, I believe that Papyrus would still take care of you. He wouldn't mind, he loves you after all.

UF Sans (red):

Initially he dismisses your lack of communiction with him.

You'd gotten into an arguement and you'd stormed off. Just needed a few days to cool down, that's all.

Though when you don't turn back up after a few days, no calls, no messages. He gets worried.

Red teleports into your home. He tears the place a part looking for you. When he doesn't find you and instead finds an e-mail from Alphys offering a job as a lab assistent.

Reds not stupid, he knows Alphys and her fucked up games. He immediantly teleports to the lab, ripping the place a part looking for you. Red ignores Alphys furious screeches and questions.

When he finds you he lashes out. Throwing as many attacks at Alphys as he can, he doesn't give up until Undyne and Edge have arrived.

He drags you back to your home. Trying to patch you up as best as he can, holding your melting body with bandages and monster candy.

Like UT Sans, he throws himself into his work, trying to find a way to cure you. This time though, he doesn't work with Alphys.

He feels terrible. Red feels as though he could have prevented this whole thing from happening if he just wasn't so lazy. Red works to combat his lazyness, in order to prevent something like this from ever happening again.

He keeps you in his home. Hiding you from the rest of the Underground.

If people knew what you were, well, too many people would get the wrong idea. So he keeps you in his home.

He tries to keep you as happy as possible for the meanwhile.

UF Papyrus (Edge):

Edge immediantly notices something is amiss when you don't respond to one of his many Undernet messages.

He embarks on a patrol for you as soon as possible, finding all the clues to your whereabouts, one after the other.

Edge is one of the quickest skeletons to find you after you've turned into a amalgram. Only a few hours afterwords.

Unlike Red he does not attack Alphys and instead pins her to the wall. Demanding an explanation. Once she explains that she was ordered to find a way to make Monsters stronger, he releases her.

He takes you back to his home immdiantly. He places you in the shed. It sounds harsh, but if Alphys is to be believed then people could be looking for you.

Like UT Papyrus, he tries to keep your spirits up with training and puzzles.

Even if that training is just you two figuring out how to cook lasgana and not burn down the kitchen.

[walldwellereater]

*Y o u j u s t w a n t t o g o h o m e*

*You're still in pain when the guards force you to your feet*

*One of them pulls out a taser, and you get the message that you don't have a choice but to walk through the pain*

*The guards take you through numerous rooms, making you go first "so The Good People won't be an issue"*

*You wonder how many monsters are in this place*

*At least 3, you think*

*You reach a large room, with a massive window and leveled seating leading to a larger door*

*Reminds you a bit of an amphitheater*

*Might as well put a bit of a play on*

"So glad I get to be an experiment for you sadistic f*cks."

"Keep your mouth shut Z-919, and maybe you won't be hurt."

"C'mon, least you could do is tell me what you want outta me."

*You look out at the ocean, not paying attention to whatever the captain had to say*

*You know he wouldn't tell you*

*As you look out, you see a green glow in the distance*

*What the...?*

*YOU NEED SOME HELP?*

*You're surprised by the sudden voice in your head*

*You can tell it's from whatever that glow is*

*And if it's offering help, you are certainly in no position to say no*

*You nod*

*BE READY TO LOOK AWAY*

*That's... both concerning and reassuring*

*The creature gets closer, and you can see it clearer*

*It's a very large shark, covered in glowing green eyes*

*You hear the door behind you lock*

"You aren't taking anyone!"

*The voice from the turret speaks again, and what looks like a.... doodly face made in MS Paint? appears on the screen where the number would be*

"Sir! Z-317 is approaching!"

"Sir! Z-779 locked us in!"

"Sh*t."

*A countdown appears on the screen where the face was*

"A MINUTE!?"

*The glowing shark is here, and you feel.... strange*

*You want to look at it*

*But it told you not to*

*You turn around, and see the lesser guards are staring at it*

*One of them collapses, with the other soon doing the same*

*You see blood starting to pool around their helmets*

*Not the time to focus on that, You can break out!*

*You feel a something under your skin in one of the first places to go numb during the second shot*

*It wants out*

*The skin covering whatever it is tears away, and you feel it*

*A large tentacle tears through the back of your suit, stabbing directly into Captain Ward's helmet*

*You've killed him*

*You're... free*

*For now, at least*

"Thank you."

*ARE YOU OKAY?*

"Don't get caught again." "I'm leaving."

*The face disappears from the screen*

"I'm... fine."

*I DOUBT THAT*

"And I don't have a choice."

*You have to find your bag*

*You need that light*

*Thankfully Captain Ward was wearing it*

*You go to grab your bag, noticing the blood soaking the bottom, and grab your gummylight*

*The gummylight is red, seems that it got dyed by the blood*

*You test to see if it works*

*Other than the light being red now, it seems fine*

*You turn to face the shark*

*You figure that as long as you weren't being compelled to look at it, you could*

"I'll make it up to you."

*YOU DON'T NEED TO*

"That won't stop me from tryin."

*You leave, taking one last look at the shark*

*And you start your new life*

[Day 19- Three eyes]

[Updated version of @ask-eyefestation saving 919's *ss, now featuring: P.AI.nter!]

[I'm a day late and it's 2:35 am]

[If it has problems, it's not my fault]

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hi Goose! <3 <3 For the ask game nannette + Soap 🏥

🏥 - for the characters to see each other at hospital when they said they were somewhere else!

I haven't written anything for them in a while, so I am very excited to do so!

Also, I am basing this entirely off my knowledge of British Healthcare and the way hospitals work here.

--

It had been an hour or so that Nanette had been sat in the waiting room, having been brought there in a rush by a fellow work colleague. Apparently fainting at work and experiencing dizziness was not something they wanted to take lightly, no matter how many times Nanette tried to ease their concerns.

"I just stood up too quickly!" was her main response, but it had been the third time in two weeks and so there she was, sat amongst other waiting patients to be seen by the triaging nurses within A&E.

Eventually, she was seen, her blood pressure and temperature taken as well as her oxygen readings. They all came back within their normal parameters and so Nanette was not deemed a cause for immediate concern.

Next, she was to have bloods taken, and part of her wished she had called John so he could be with her, her hand in his as she squeezed her eyes shut to ignore the pain of the needle. Alas, he'd had some sort of training exercise and the last thing she wanted to do was steal him from his job. That was until some markers came back, concerning enough that the doctors wanted to keep her in for a little bit longer. She didn't need a bed or anything, but they had wanted a urine sample. Once she had provided one, she then went back out into the waiting room, toddling along to find a seat.

"Lass, what are you doing in here?" The voice travelled, reached her ears and had her looking up from her feet very quickly. When her eyes had time to settle on two figures, one with their arm around the other, holding them up as they limped, Nanette let out a soft gasp.

"What are you two doing here?" She echoed the question, hurrying over to help Gaz with his endeavour of aiding Soap.

"I asked first," said Soap, as he was helped down into a seat, where Nanette took a place next to him. Gaz hovered, arms folded over his chest as he watched the two quietly.

"I..." Nanette frowned, then huffed, "I'm fine, nothing to worry about. Why are you here?"

"Franca thinks he could have broken his foot, needed an X-Ray." Gaz offered, sending Soap a pointed look before shaking his head. They'd downplay their symptoms in circles, just to make sure the other wouldn't worry, so that's where he came in. A little bit of reality.

"A broken foot?!" She yelled.

"Aye, keep it down, Bonnie-"

"A broken- broken foot?" Her tones were softer, quieter, as her hands rested on his thigh, strands on hair falling from its messy bun atop her head. Her light blue eyes watched him carefully, clouded with worry, "how on earth- in fact, don't tell me- I don't want to imagine you hurting yourself."

"It was funny, actually-"

"John MacTavish," she scolded, lightly, but there was a small ghost of mirth that crinkled the edges of her eyes, "it's no laughing matter, I'll have you know."

Gaz wouldn't say anything, but he had to agree with Soap - it was quite funny watching Franca launch him on his ass when he'd been shouting up a storm how he could take her on. That medic was good with the element of surprise... until she then had to assess the Scotsman. The look on that woman's face had been a picture, especially when she realised that she was going to have to be the one to explain the whole thing to Price.

"I can see you laughing about it," came Nanette's voice, though not as chiding as she had been with her husband.

"Sorry, Nanette," Gaz replied, "shall I leave you both to it?"

"Aye, mate, we'll be alright," Soap commented, and the couple then watched their friend leave.

There was a quiet moment, where Nanette had let her gaze fall to her hands, her sight taking in the fine detail of her skin, how it was a little paler than usual. John cocked his head to the side, watching her softly, intently, with his lips pursed in thought as he watched her brows knit together in thought.

"So, you gonna tell me why you're here? Alone?" he asked, and this time his tone was laden with a soft authority, like he wouldn't take no for an answer. After all, he was seeing his wife in hospital, and no one had even thought to tell him about it.

"I... I've not been well," she started, "might have fainted at work."

"Fainted?"

"Three times..."

"Three-?! *Three times*," John had jolted up a little, hands coming to rest on her upper arms, thumbs rubbing circles comfortingly.

"Not all at the same time! But... yes, I fainted," she replied, leaning into him and allowing him to wrap his arms around her, all the while being mindful of his injured foot, "manager said I had to come here, get checked out. Just waiting for-"

"Nanette MacTavish?" A young female doctor was hovering at the entrance to the hallway, which lead to the private consultation rooms. John held her for a second longer, before letting her stand. He tried to follow with her, but her gentle hand rested on his shoulder and guided him back into his seat.

"Now you stay there," Nanette ordered, "Mr Broken Foot. I'll be alright."

Begrudgingly, he let her have her own way, and remained seated.

"This way, please," the doctor said, then guiding Nanette into one of the rooms. Inside, they settled into the seats available, as the doctor read over a few notes, "so you came in after a fainting episode?"

"I did, yes," Nanette confirmed.

"And we asked you for a urine sample, which has come back with a possible cause for this," the doctor offered a very warm smile.

"Oh, right," there was a sense of apprehension, which was soon relieved by the doctor.

"Don't look so worried, Mrs MacTavish, it's nothing dire," she assured, "but you will need to come back to the hospital at some point, for check ups. Quite often, actually."

"What? Why?"

"Did you know you were pregnant?"

Ha, must have heard wrong. Could have sworn she said pregnant-

"I'm pregnant?" Nanette's tone was solid, short, shocked - but not in a way that was negative. Her and John had spoken about having a family, a big one, but they hadn't counted on starting just yet.

"Yes, Mrs MacTavish," the doctor smiled, "now, let's discuss what happens next."

~

Nanette left that room after a long chat to find that John was now seated in a different place, having just left the triage nurse's room. He was sat on his phone, tapping away, most likely complaining about waiting to his mates. Who could blame him, the wait times were long.

She walked over slowly, hands wringing her jumper over and over in her hands, with tears forming in her eyes. They weren't sad, more so overwhelmed.

John looked up, saw this, and instantly broadened his shoulder to set himself ready for whatever she was about to say. He had also risen out of his seat, enough to engulf Nanette when she came to stop in front of him. Her arms were around him in an instant, and she took a deep inhale of his scent, warm and minty, and relaxed in her breathing.

"What's wrong?" John asked, a slight panic to his voice. He moved her away slightly, so that he might cup her cheeks in his larger hands and guide her face up to look at him. She was smiling, then she was laughing, all through the tears that fell down her face.

"We're going to be parents, John," was all she managed to say, before a wide smile formed on his face. Not another word could escape her, as he pressed his lips to hers in an ecstatic motion. Then he peppered her face with shorter, fleeting kisses.

Their celebration filled the entire A&E, as people watched on.

[thronesforkings]

Relationship Alphabet: Haitani Rindou

I'm alive, I have been seeing many writers do the alphabet prompt lists and I was inspired to do the same. Since at the moment writing a whole fic sounds a bit much, have this compellation of head cannons and drabbles.

Relationship Alphabet Prompts by: @danses-with-dogmeat

Haitani Rindou x Male/GN! Reader (You/Your)

Warnings: Full of personal HCs on stuff that isn't fully explored or explained in cannon, mentions of fights, mentions of low self confidence, mentions of Ran, one letter has nsfw themes

Extra: I wrote this in one setting, this might be a bit messy since there is no edits.

If you enjoy this then likes and reblogs are appreciated!

If you would like to see other characters with this list then do send in a request!

Content under the cut

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

Often being known as Ran's shadow when they were growing up and only having his brother, he would love the attention and want as much as you will give him. Though he will only allow major attention when in private since he does have a reputation to hold.

B) Baby. Do they want a family? Why/why not?

Family is a strange concept to Rindou, he only grew up with his brother and didn't have much of parental figures around. He wouldn't have a strong leaning towards one or the other, building his opinion off of what you want.

If you want kids then he will be happy to learn and raise kids or adopt kid(s) and show them the best home life you and him can offer.

If you don't want kids then he is fine with that and is secretly glad since he doesn't want to share your attention.

Bonten!Rindou would be a bit more hesitant for children due to his line of work, he doesn't want to put others in danger if they don't have a reason to be.

C) Cuddle. Do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

This man is touchstarved, he loves to cuddle. He is like a cat, constantly needing to be attached to you someway.

When at home, he will hold you on his lap, in bed, while standing, anywhere he can hold them he will. He finds comfort in holding you close, reminding him that you are there and won't leave him.

D) Dates. What are dates with them like? What do they like to do?

Do not let him plan a date. He is the worst since he sticks to places he likes and goes to often, which means it's highly likely that one of his friends will see him and crash the date. He tries, he does, but he likes routine and familiar places.

Bonten!Rindou is a different story though, he will find whatever his s/o is comfortable with with ease. Big fancy dates? He has 10 places that you can pick from and many other options. Private dates? Tell him where you want to go and he just needs to make a phone call. Something that isn't fancy or expensive? He will try his best to make sure that you get the best while not making you uncomfortable.

E) Equal. Do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

Public? He makes sure that he is the dominant one in the relationship.

At home? That's a different story. He loves to be taken care of and pampered, having spent his life taking care of himself, it gives him good feelings when you take care of him. He will do the chores that you don't want to do, do the shopping if you aren't feeling up to it or don't want to, basically anything you don't want to do he will gladly do since you are so caring to him.

F) Fights. How do they handle arguments? How quick are they to forgive?

Rindou has only ever known fists and blood. When he would get in arguments with Ran, a punch was often thrown. He isn't the best with his emotions and has trouble processing them in a healthy way and you know this.

If you two get in an argument then he will lock himself in your room or go somewhere were he isn't around you, since he doesn't want to hurt you. After some time you message him and ask if he can come and you two can talk.

When this happens it is often peaceful and you are very patient with Rindou as he tries to express his feelings and communicate in a healthy way.

ˢᶦᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ʷʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʷᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ, ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵒⁿ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢʰᶦᵖ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉˢᵒˡᵛᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃˡᵗʰʸ ʷᵃʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉ.

G) Gratitude. How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He notices many things you do for him. Some things that you do, he asked why and you explained it to him and he fell for you harder.

He takes notes of the little things and how you keep track of small things and take time to do something if you can. (For example, he doesn't like spice, so you will pay close attention to the spice levels of stuff and will make spicy things less spicy so he can eat them as well).

Not being good with his emotions, he doesn't know how to express how grateful he is, so he turns to physical expression or gift giving.

H) Honesty. Are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship?

Rindou is a very closed off person, he tires his best to be honest with you and you do your best to do the same. He finds honesty to be important and a key foundation to any relationship between people.

I) Insight. How easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

While he isn't the smartest person, he knows how to read body language and facial expressions. It took a bit for him to learn what your specific tell signs were but once he learned them, he knew what to look for. He isn't the best at picking up on behavioural ques or shifts but he tries his best.

J) Jealousy. Do they get jealous? If so, how easily? How do they deal with it?

Being the younger sibling, he had to share things with his brother or got the seconds of his stuff. They only had the two of them and so they were close and shared many things, but Rin is selfish when it comes to you.

K) Kiss. What are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

He doesn't really know how to properly kiss or how to be super romantic with kisses. He prefers short kisses and kissing your body parts (cheek and hands specifically).

It was you who kissed first and it was after he came over from a nasty fight, you patched him up. You kissed him when he was rambling about something and wasn't listening to what you were trying to say.

L) Love. Who said “I love you” first? How often do they say it? When did they realize they were in love?

Rin said it first, blurting it out after his lack of sleep caught up to him after a fight. You were helping him when he said it and it took a moment for both of you to realise what he said.

He doesn't say it often, but he shows it.

He knew he was in love when he went to your place after a fight, and you were helping him get cleaned up and patched up. It clicked for him that he was in love with how much you cared for him and how you were willing to do this.

M) Marriage. Do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like?

He doesn't think of marriage as a big thing, it's just a different term for the two of you being in love. If you haven't moved in together already then that would change but not much would otherwise. He would want to be in the relationship for a good number of years and know that he was still going to be in love with his partner in the coming years.

If you want to get married then he is more than happy to do so. Even if you just mention it in passing, he will save it for later and figure out a plan. He would prefer a small wedding and for it to be more chill than anything.

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

He often sticks to pet names, using ones he knows you like. The most common ones he calls you are Love, Dear, and sometimes he calls you his dove.

He doesn't mind nicknames, he has been called them his whole life so it doesn't really cross his mind that often. When he hears a nickname that you came up with or a pet name that you call him, he is a flustered mess no matter what. It just sounds different coming from you.

O) Open. How long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

It takes a good while. He needs to know that you actually care and do want to hear what he has to say. He also needs to trust you immensely before he spills anything.

It helps if you don't talk to his brother much or more often than him since he has been in situations where people have gotten close to him to only get close with Ran.

P) PDA. How do they feel about public displays of affection? What kind of PDA do they show?

Hand holding and maybe a kiss to the hand. he has a reputation to hold up. If it is the middle of the night and no one is outside or around you two, then he is more willing to actually do a kiss to the cheek or holding you close.

Q) Quality Time. What do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

Doing anything makes him happy. He won't admit it but he loves when you two do something related to music/DJing, fighting and gang stuff, and going on his bike.

R) Reunion. How do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

He is very clingy, he will hold you and only let go of you for the bathroom. He will never admit that he is clingy and get all flustered if you point it out, but he is a big soft boyfriend and he only has had so many things that he can call his in his life.

S) Sad. How do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

If you are feeling sad then he will get your favourite treats, snacks, and foods and you two will have a movie marathon.

If he is sad, you mess with him to get him to smile and cheer up.

T) Thrill. Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He gets his need for thrill out with fighting, so he is pretty calm with the relationship. He likes to keep it in a blanket routine. It would be boring if it was the same thing everyday but if there is some routine in certain things and then none in other things, he is more than happy with that.

U) Understanding. How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He does his best to be empathetic and understanding, he has bit of trouble with it but he does what he knows. he is very good at keeping track of what you are currently into, your favourite things, what you have been doing lately, and other things he can store and use for later.

V) Value. How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He values a long strong relationship at as high as it can be. It is the same value as Ran. He has someone that is important to him and he will do what he can to make sure that you are happy and content.

W) Wild Card. A random relationship headcannon.

He can't cook. Him and Ran can't cook and always ate pre-made meals. The first time he tried to cook you something, you had to explain to him that you need to cook meat in a specific way depending on the type. You two ordered out that night.

X) Explicit. An NSFW headcannon.

Full on bottom. He loves to let you take control and will do anything to please you. He also does the sub role if you two do anything that involves dom/sub dynamics.

Y) Your Name. If they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

Rin wouldn't really care, he does like his family name and it has a reputation but he loves the idea of having a fresh start. He probably keeps his last name for legal purposes but introduces himself with your name.

Bonten!Rindou would love for you to take his name but he doesn't want you to get targeted so with some help of some connections, legally you have your name but in reality you go by his name.

Z) Zz. How do they like to sleep with their partner? What time do they like to go to sleep/wake up, ideally?

He likes sleep but isn't like Ran. He likes to hold you close and he prefers to have a decently consistent sleep schedule. He likes to wake up early so he has time to wake up and turn his brain on for the day before he has to do anything.

[kmclaude]

Ive been listening to Jesus He Knows Me lately (Ghost just released the music video for their cover and its great) and its got me thinking of an AU were Tiefer goes on to become like a superstar priest/televangelist. Puts on an act about how Jesus saved him from his terrible childhood abuse, Jehan is his protege who he treats as his own son after his father died, maybe he's even got a wife he pretends to love (only in front of others) Absolute debauchery and abuse out of the public eye of course

not me like 'he could marry his sister' no but he sure could marry a wife that looks like her (honestly she fits the blonde t r a d wife look)

i am devouring this, brilliant, debauched, lovely

(honestly I was thinking about a question @idalwaves asked or reblogged about if being a different flavor of christian would like...how it would change tiefer or jehan's relationship to their sexuality or something -- like would bein southern baptist or fundie work -- and anyway it had me thinking about basically how catholicism is perfect for someone like tiefer who is gay and loathes women, whereas something like fundie or southern baptist that expects a patriarchical figure with a wife and kid, the family man archetype, would be painful for him. like torture to have to fake a loving marriage to a woman.)

BUT IT WOULD BE DECADENT god cuz he can be charming, put on a southern drawl (his accent is southern but different southern, cajun southern, and massaged away by a more new orleanian accent flattened out), lie and lie and lie -- has a wife he fucked (timed it all right and everything, natural family planning and all) until she got pregnant (thankfully quickly) because that's what she wanted, that's what was expected -- and if he works extra hard and after hours and away from her and the home its for god, it's the right thing, it's what she signed up for, of couuuuurse he loves her, ignore that he won't touch her except for briefly in public or when she needles wanting another child (and if he knocks her up enough and then crushes some pills in her food or drink to get rid of it because three's e-fucking-nough, well, hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her...)

AND JEHAN WELL......things could be the same: dead exlover friend's son is left without a father and, well....wouldn't be too odd for him to offer to a new widow and new mother to take her eldest (his godson) under his wing, later even let him live with them (because he only has daughters so far and one day he won't be around -- makes sense to have someone ready to take over after he's gone -- jehan would be perfect for that -- in fact, it's not his idea's, it's God's even, God put it in his heart that jehan would take up after him -- so why not let him spend a summer with them...and winter...and spring...)

and you KNOW he is fucking jehan -- maybe he waits a bit longer than canonically, properly has him under his thumb until he's fifteen or sixteen (very much the adolescens that he finds attractive) or maybe it starts right after nathan died (he's not even attracted to a 10 year old's body -- not that canonically he's into a 12 year old's body either but at least puberty is hitting and it reminds him of him and nathan in their youth and he's not coping well -- but it's a heady thing, power, and he's been able to get wealth and opened doors and it's a far cry from being a beaten faggot whore on his sister's leash being whored out so why not, why not, it's not like jehan's upset about it, he always gets to cum, and it's not like his wife knows, it's not like anyone knows, why not? who's gonna stop him? God?)

basically tiefer would be soooooo much worse. not that he's great canonically but add wealth and power without rules?! (Catholicism at least has rules.) C H R I S T.

(honestly if you wanted to get real fucked up -- televangelism would probably make this also a modern or modernish AU -- say 80s or 90s at earliest making Tiefer being born....instead of 1930s, probably 1950s or 60s...and well....the implications of being able to take photo or video....well.....well....)

[toxic-aries]

found you

paring: eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: post-season 4 episode 9, you discovered a familiar person hiding out in the trailer park.

a/n: I haven't written in so long so bare with me, also it's not proofread so apologies for any mistakes. also, I'll continue with a pt 2 maybe if anyone likes.

feedback & criticism is very appreciated. please let me know if you have any thoughts on how I can approve. thank you :)

You never expected to be put in a situation like this, this isn't what you signed up for. But when you discovered Eddie was accused of murder and all the horrid things the people of Hawkins tried to say about him, you knew it wasn't true. Dustin Henderson was the first to come to you to see if Eddie was with you, and obviously he wasn't so you demanded answers. The next thing you knew, your whole life had been turned upside down…literally.

Finding out about a whole alternate dimension right under Hawkins was the last thing you expected to find out. The whole week felt like a blur…finding Eddie, finding more information about this whole Vecna/Henry/001 person, coming up with a plan to losing Eddie again. Last thing you remember from the upside down was hearing Dustin’s gut wrenching scream for Eddie, then seeing him. His lifeless body. Just laying there. Fighting to bring him with you all, then Steve saying ‘we don't have enough time’. You all left him there.

Left him down there. All alone.

Now here you are, driving the familiar road towards the trailer park. You missed him…so much. It didn't seem fair, he didn't deserve it. You couldnt help but think about seeing all of Eddie’s missing posters being vandalized, putting those stupid devil horns on them, writing ‘freak’ all over it, calling him a monster. It made your blood boil just thinking about the awful things they're saying about him on the news and on the streets. They didn't know the truth, they didn't know Eddie.

“What was that? You muttered to yourself as you passed the trailer park. There was a figure standing in front of Munson's trailer. No it couldn't be. It’s probably just your mind playing tricks on you. The trailer park is cleared out, no one can get in to it. You tried so hard to convince yourself that you were just seeing things. In an effort to sound reasonable, you said to yourself, "It wouldn't hurt to check it out."

Arriving at the trailer park entrance already triggers enough memories. The little things about Eddie…like how terrible of a driver he was, he nearly gave you a heart attack every time you rode with him. When you stepped out of the car, you noticed the figure was still there, just now on its knees. Right in front of the trailer, you considered your second home.

Step by step, the figure became clearer and clearer. You could make out the silhouette of a puffy jacket and long curly hair. It couldn't be him. You saw his body. You remember the last moment you saw him lying there, motionless. The hope that it was him made your pace quicken. Until you were within a few feet of him.

“E-Eddie? you asked, reaching out a hand for his shoulder with a shaky breath. His sudden movement caught you off guard, knocking you flat on your back. He stood over you, his now paler skin reflecting the moonlight. Eddie’s neck had a huge gash on it last that you saw, but now it looks like it healed slightly. It doesn't make sense.

The intense feeling of him standing over you makes your chest feel tighter and tighter. “Eddie. How?” You could barely get out a word. A hand reaches out to you, offering to assist you. You accepted. Eddie's hands were different from normal. His nails were long and pointed, the skin felt rougher. Your hand quickly pulls away from his own, his appearance startled you. It scared you.

It was obvious to him. His eyes met yours…his eyes were so different. You couldn't see those big brown doe eyes anymore. Dark, red-tinted eyes are all that remain. As you searched for the person you once loved, your eyes filled with tears. Where did he go? Where did the Eddie you once loved go? What happened to him? As your hand slowly cupped his face, he softened into your embrace. As if he was craving it. “ What happened to me?” He choked as he spoke, holding back tears, refusing to cry.

With your free hand, you pushed his hair out of his face and then cupped his other cheek. "I don't know," you replied, not really knowing what to say. Tears dripped down his cheeks, his eyes looked so lost…you hated to see him like this. “But, I know we can figure it out.” you reassured him, “I found you Eddie, I won't lose you again.”

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[gatheringfantasies]

@illusionoftransience

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Perhaps Siusaidh's thoughts about Manako being a grandma type may hold it's own merits course some people may see her as a motherly type as well who has a lot of heart to give. After all, Manako loves eating her own sweets she bakes and tends to enjoy multiple servings which may explain her figure that seemed quite soft.

Her trust and her carefree nature come with the way Cupid was, being a kind-hearted individual who couldn't hurt a fly in normal circumstances and sees the good in others, especially those who can come into this forest and find her cozy home. Then her ears twitched as she heard the guest speaking out to her.

“E-Eh? Manacutie?” The nickname taken her aback, that soft pink blush kept on her face only grew from it not minding the bow. “I-I wouldn't call myself divine- well- I- well- not like an angel since their ranked higher above than we cupids. Still, I'm happy you are happy to learn more about cupids since we're not really that much known and with some uh- poor examples. Oh right! The cookies!”

The cupid gasped as she went to the kitchen and focuses on the cookies making sure they were made to perfection with this sudden arrival of her new guest and acquiescence. Thank goodness they are still in the proper ranged and needs a little more time until they are fully completed without burning them which had only happen a couple of time when she first started baking in her home away from home.

There seemed to be a few potted flowers in the living room as well as one in front of the window to receive plenty of sunlight, to say the least, they were in good condition. Course Manako was allowing Shou to do as she pleased in her home so even if she noticed where she was headed she wouldn't mind finding out there was no basement this also included no floor upwards making it seem like a one-level home. Though, some of the mattress here was made by special means perhaps some traces of magic that clearly wasn't the cupid's.

“Ah!” She got surprised as hopped in placed from the sudden hand on her back! “Yes, yes I'm doing alright there~. Actually. . .~” Turning off the oven she places some pink mittens on and opens the oven. Carefully taking out the fully baked cookies that filled the air with it's chocolaty aroma and places the tray on top.

“I'm thankful for your offering but I don't have anything that needs to be carried. Though, you may grab a drink from the refrigerator there's plenty of milk last time I checked.” Manako smiled though that blush that only had vanish came back as she looks to the side seeing Shou beside her as suddenly as she placed her hand on her back. “T-thank you, I'm glad you think that. I've baked a lot with my mother when I was little. She would teach me all kinds of things, recipes, and other tips on how to properly bake. S-so, I had a lot of time to get uh- s-skilled with my baking that even those I've known for a few love it. If you want, you may grab a cookie right now as long you are careful.”

[monsterfloofs]

V1C3 LORE! V1C3 LORE! I am kicking my legs as I look at them in all all their pride and problem filled glory. I am so so curious to see them tested to their limits for their love, one that’s angry and frustrated and fights back. One that makes choices that would threaten the monopolized near anarchy-like control this dystopian is under. To threaten their pride, their iron fist, their very ego, to have it almost crumble into fumbling scraps when the human they care for is scared and livid and nearly dying from the chokehold of this world. Of them. How would that dent their mind? Dent their company? Rust their sharper edges, worn down by beat burst love from squeezing too hard?

Being robotic they probably just get rid of the source of it all, but it hurts. They can factory reset. Too risky, too much information lost. They could filter through and pinpoint these emotions in a program exposing their soft insides, their code, but they’re too useful. They feel too good. Warping their human to be anything otherwise is no less terrifying of a thought either. That’s a scary part of love for someone like them I’d imagine

Fighting and flowing against and with their human’s every more stings and burns but the mere idea of riddance is like a guillotine.

They are so fascinating and I wanna pick them apart and see they stretched out to their limit. It’s interesting to see these rigid controlling types be bent screeching and rough like metal. Thankfully there are ways in the world to break through steel, softening it, heating it, molding it. V1C3 is so intriguing and I need to study them under a microscope and see them put in situations.

I am extremely normal about them odbskanakqmql (if any of this makes you uncomfortable please let me know)

Alternately:

V1C3: Sex is disgusting and primitive, you have millions of other form of enjoyment and you choose to do so in the most depraved manner

—

V1C3, having installed various sex toys now and definitely known for fucking the human VERY LOUDLY out of possessiveness (and being asked): …

Other robots: So.

V1C3: shut the fuck up-

(^ probably wouldn’t say this but I think it’s a funny thought)

Oh my haha, that is quite a deep dive! I am totally here for it!!

You mentioned looking at what they would go through, but also!!

On the other hand you got the human that is fighting them at every twist and turn. They h a t e them. But then also get to see a side of them NO ONE ELSE SEES. Something quiet and sweet, what does that do to the human of the equation too?? Is it like quicksand?? Slowly realizing that the villian they have hated all this time has a hand on their heart? 8O WHAT THE HECKIE DO THEY DO WITH THAT???

They can't just forget or delete files, and their wounded heart I am sure hurts just as much if not more! To love someone who is so flawed, and possibly a blight on society THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE!!

It's like you start out trying to figure out how to destroy them, but then save them? Or save myself? Can I do both?

WHEW-- That is some deep stuffs.

Vice was my attempt at making a romanceable baddie, and there are a lot of messy atrings attatched. <: 3

I know I can say, if they dealt with a fiesty protag. it would take them a lot... longer for them to bond with this person? They also may not have as much inaccidental power over Vice. Vice wouldn't trust them too much. It also makes me think if the beanie really despised Vice they wouldn't have taken whatever offer, or Vice wouldn't have been interested? I am sure people despising them is probably a dime a dozen! Why this specific person?

Putting someone that has known activity against his empire in "house arrest" would be a plausibilty for their character and also for them and the protag. to exist in the same space for a while. Taking someone who is important to the human organization and tossing them in a quinessention lavish jail to laugh in the face of their opposition.

Essentially like: "Oh, I think you have had enough time to scheme for a while. You get a time out."

Heckin rood robo-boss >:I Let me have my vendetta.

And also spear jaded remarks at eathother through dealing with one another.

That might... make more sense and work out potentionally?

BUT OH MAN 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Vice with humans is a little more careful, and considerate, even when their irk him. BUT HOLY CROW VICE HAS A ROBOTTO INSULT THEM?? Oh man. 👁👁 I think they'd crunch the poor bbies face into a wall, and ask politely for a new member of staff SKDKDKSKS

WHEEZE HHHHHHH

Oh man oh man oh man--

Yeah please staff... do not piss this one off, they have no mercy for beings who can fix themselves easily..🥺

A cheeky bot... may easily become scrap metal if you say something that Vice deems as rude.

That's why having a sweetie would be so 😳 The JUNK THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH??

"I stole yo car, I broke out of the house again and I am driving down the interstate at 4 am." 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

THAT RIGHT THERE gets an amused chuckle and a "Must we do this again? You know you can't get far. ♡"

While some other poor folk gets hunted down for so much giving them a sassy comment dkskskkdsks HHHHHH.

But- yes ahaha 🤣🤣🤣

NO, NO YOU'RE GOOD, OH MY GOSH I AM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM 👁👁

Thankfully, due to Vice nature, they would give their hooman a lot of space! So no one has to hear intimate time! Unless... Vice is being an arse... >:I

I also can't really see fiesty protag... really wanting any kind of intimate nonsense with them...? 🤔 There may be a way that works out later?? Thinking about hating someone and human emotions that hooman would be more likely to trad insults.. oh man-- I like you dear anon, get really into those details and try and understand the microcosm that is story!

I wanna be able to see how it all would thread together 🥺🥺🥺 That one would definately be a quintessential enemies to lovers trope though, oh gosh!

Most scenarios kind of would be?? But this one, very much so!!

[aonoexpat]

The rollercoaster that was quitting my job after a week and a half

02-03-2023

Unfortunately, that cafe turned out to be more of a challenge to get away from than I had anticipated. Everything went South last Thursday when the manager called me into the office to talk about my availability, since I had told him I needed more time for busking, because it wouldn't work in the cafe. He was unhappy with me pulling back, and we agreed it wouldn't work out. It seemed like we would go our separate ways perfectly amicably, but then he got back to me and brought up the contract we had, and how it dictated I had to give a 1 week's notice, so I'd have to work another full week. I told him well, the contract also dictates I'm not obliged to work any more than two hours per week. Suddenly, that same contract seemed to lose all relevance to the conversation, and he implored me to just put my head down and work, and not "kick that hornet's nest." This didn't sit right with me, so I had another talk with him about the terms on which we were going to end this contract. He proceeded to tell me how grateful I should be to be offered shifts on the weekend, how "you can't live off of your passion", and even if you try, you "really should cover all your bases first". When I told him I didn't need his advice, he got offended. Our talk was cut short because duty called, so I wiped my tears in the bathroom before getting back to the bar and finishing my shift.

The next day, I called in sick. I was shaking on the couch as I sent the text. I was absolutely terrified. This was not how I've been taught to behave. I have to be professional, I have to be nice, I have to be polite and if my feelings get hurt I should rise above it. I should be a good girl and finish the hours I'm expected to work as I humbly resign because clearly I must have been in the wrong. According to him, I was the one breaching our initial agreement, and he was an authoritative male figure so I felt quite intimidated. Still, my text was accepted and suddenly I was free for the day. That felt wonderfully empowering, and you know what I did? I walked into town and got another job. And another. And another. Now I have my pick of other places that all seem 1000x better than this one.

That Monday he texted me saying how "glad" he was that I was "feeling so much better", because "a friend of his" had seen me busking at the markets Sunday morning (low-key stalker behaviour if you ask me). He told me I was expected to come into work the very next day. This forced my hand a bit, because I had been waiting to officially resign until payday, fearing they might try to withhold my salary once I informed them of my intention to leave. I headed over to Wellington Community Law, who volunteer their time giving out free legal advice to those in need. With their help, I drafted up a resignation message, telling the manager I was not coming in for more than the two hours mentioned in the contract, and even that was a courtesy because he had failed to communicate the work roster to me at least a week in advance, which the contract dictates he must do. He texted me back telling me I was dead wrong, that I was misinterpreting the contract, and to show up for all scheduled shifts or else there would be legal consequences. He even had the gall to tell me I should really get some sound legal advice before making this decision. I told him I already had, and that he could not legally require me to work all the ~45 hours (!!) he had decided to put me on the roster for, because that would be an unlawful availability provision (loved learning the legal jargon for this, thanks wclc ❤️). He told me to write an official e-mail with my "complete concerns" and my decision not to work the required shifts. Luck would have it that I had already been typing away for three days at about a kilometre of text detailing all the broken promises and everything that he had done wrong, including but definitely not limited to some non-consensual touches during work. I ended the e-mail reiterating my (courteous) offer to still work the two hours, and, as advised in a second session with wclc, gave him a deadline before which he was to tell me which hours he wanted me to come in. Suddenly he was very quiet, until I got a text message the next day stating very shortly that I was not required to come into work anymore that week, and all outstanding payments for previous worked shifts would be made within a week 😤

Mind you, my stress levels were through the roof throughout this entire process. I was shaking, I was waking up early, scared to look at my phone, worried about the consequences I had been threatened with. In my most fearful thoughts I saw him coming to my house and trying to harass me. I'd never done anything like this before, and his manipulative words unfortunately had their intended effect on me. I was scared I was actually wrong, that he would sue me, and I would be deported. But wclc assured me I did everything right, and I was happy to be able to believe them over him. The waiting for replies was scary but I'm very lucky to be surrounded by some truly wonderful people here who supported me, kept me from buckling and helped distract me from the stress. "This is not Europe," they told me. "You can just block his number and never go back." It turns out employees are legally in a much better position to start with over here, which is very refreshing.

And let me tell you, I feel like I've grown a couple of centimetres through the whole ordeal. It feels amazing to stand up against somebody like him, somebody who made conversations way more personal than they needed to be, told lies about me to the rest of the staff, and basically told me to let him exploit me, and WIN. The act itself is invigorating already but the moment he texted me saying I wouldn't have to come in anymore, I jumped with joy. I was so scared but I WON. He's never going to apologise to me, nor is he going to like me ever again (which is something I've been taught to feel bad about), but I'll sleep soundly just imagining what his face must have been like when he realised he was wrong. I know I'm not the first person he exploited, but it seems I was the first to walk out like this. I do hope he learns a lesson, or that I might set an example for the rest of the staff.

So if you ever need some courage to stand up for yourself, I've found that listening to these songs helps:

Doja Cat - Boss Bitch

Todrick Hall - Wrong Bitch

Blackpink - Pretty Savage

It really sounds so much easier than it is, but as Rascal Flatts put it so beautifully, you can do what you think is impossible 🤩