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Spider & The Slayer | Peter Parker

PAIRING: peter parker x vampire slayer!oc TROPE/GENRE: meet cute; coffee shop au; fluff SUMMARY: Where Peter meets a girl who isn't who she seemed to be. WARNINGS: cursing, nwh spoilers i guess, vampires, i think that's it? it's pretty tame. WORD COUNT: 5.2k+

A/N: hello! here's a fic commissioned by @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much for trusting me with this. this was definitely something new for me bc i've never done oc's before. but anyways i hope you're satisfied with it! and i hope u guys enjoy it!

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It was fascinating how changing one small thing of a routine could have a profound impact on a person's life. You could leave the house a minute early and the series of events that would happen henceforth would be different than if you had left the house a minute late. Whether that was for better or for worse remained unknown.

As for Peter, it was him coming into the café later than when he usually did.

Later in the afternoon once he was finished with his morning errands was when he typically showed up, that way he could go straight into patrolling for the night after finishing a warm coffee or two. But since the night before was much more taxing compared to the others, he found himself sleeping past his multiple alarms.

It only became a domino effect after that.

He showed up late at his morning job, which caused him to clock out later than usual to appease his manager. As a result of that, rush hour caught him so getting to the train station took far longer than usual.

Peter knew of MJ's schedule at the café, so he knew he could still catch her on time, even if it would only result in seeing her for only a few minutes. What he didn't take into account was her getting off early and missing her entirely.

He only found out the second he got inside the café. Because instead of the familiar girl with a certain head of curls standing behind the counter, it was a big, bald, burly man who he knew was the owner of the place. Peter was so used to MJ taking his order that he ended up just staring at the man for a few seconds or more.

"Are you going to order or what?" the man gruffly said.

Just as Peter was about to speak, he was interrupted by the chime of the front door's bell followed by heavy and rushed footsteps.

During the months he'd been keeping tabs on MJ and Ned under the guise of being a regular customer, he had never seen her before.

Beautiful brown eyes with dark brown hair framing her pretty face even though her features sported an annoyed look more than anything else. The red dress she wore complemented her skin tone prettily. She also wore some black tights, knee-high boots and a long black coat—to keep her warm, most likely. Apart from finding her cute, her silver necklace with a cross also had him intrigued.

At first, Peter thought she was just a customer rushing in to seek warmth and to hide away from the coldness of the outside. Yet aside from the sharp glare the man was sending her way, she walked directly past Peter and straight into the back room.

The man turned to Peter and said, "We will be with you in a moment."

The moment the man disappeared into the back, an argument ensued. 

It wasn't a screaming match per se—the voices were muffled more than anything else—but it was loud enough for some words to echo into the front counter. Either way, Peter was only able to discern their exact conversation due to his enhanced hearing.

"You're supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago!"

"The traffic was shit, Larry, what'd you want me to do? Fly?"

"This isn't the first time you've been late, young lady!'

"I'm earlier than my usual shift!"

"If this happens, again—"

"What? You're firing me?"

Peter heard a beat of silence followed by some grumbling.

"That's what I thought. You're already short-staffed as is," the girl scoffed. "Now can I go and do my job?"

There was a few more grumbling before she finally came back out to the front.

Peter caught her heavy eye roll before she locked gazes with him.

As if knowing that he overheard everything, her whole demeanor suddenly turned shy. Or perhaps Peter simply didn't master his poker face yet. He probably looked too concerned for someone who wasn't supposed to hear anything.

"Sorry about that," she said with a timid smile.

"You don't need to apologize," Peter responded, trying to reassure her as much as he could.

She nodded, her smile turning a little more relaxed. "Same as usual?"

Peter looked at her confused.

Sure, he frequented here often but he didn't think anyone else would be aware of his order considering it was always MJ who took it.

Noticing his confusion, the girl in front of him let out a soft yet awkward laugh.

"I usually work at the back but I do notice how you come here often," she explained, looking away immediately after as she waved her hand. "Not in a weird way or anything! I-I mean like, I'm not a stalker or uh, a creep or something—"

"Don't worry," Peter reassured her, chuckling. "I mean, I come here often and I barely know who else works here? It's kinda my fault for noticing you."

The girl became even more flustered than before, so Peter decided to divert the subject and asked for her name.

"Isabella," she said, smiling with her hand out. "But you can call me Elle."

"Parker. Peter," he fumbled, cheeks turning hot as he shook her hand with a chuckle. "Peter Parker."

"Nice to meet you, Peter," she giggled in return. "Now, what can I get for you?"

•••

It was only a week later that Peter found out that MJ had already resigned from the café. He shouldn't have been surprised considering school was starting back up again. Sure, August was still a few weeks out but he figured she decided to go there early to be able to familiarize with the city. He assumed Ned did the same thing too, since he also hadn't seen him around the café since then.

A part of him wished he could've seen them one last time before they got to Boston. But the other part of him was saying this was for the best. Besides, what was he even going to say? It would've made things weird if he said goodbye because at the end of the day, to them, he was just a random customer that frequented the café.

Yet despite the fact that the two main people he always checked up on—the main reason he visited the café in the first place—were no longer in New York, he couldn't stop going.

He told himself it was simply out of habit. After all, he had been going to the café every single day for the past couple of months. It had been ingrained in his routine that not stopping by at least once simply felt wrong in some way.

Yet deep down he knew it was probably something else or rather, someone.

In only a short amount of time, Elle had intrigued him more than he'd like to admit.

Peter wasn't sure yet as to what exactly it was.

He'd like to think that he was simply making a new friend. But would a simple and innocent friendship—if the mentioned friendship didn't have any underlying feelings—make you feel conflicted? 

Even though he was very well aware he was doing absolutely nothing wrong, Peter somewhat felt a sense of guilt hanging out with Elle.

He kept going back to the promise he made to MJ, about finding her and making her remember. But then again, he'd been visiting the café for months yet there was never any progress. And every time Peter thought they were getting somewhere, that hope would immediately be snuffed out once he realized that she only recognized him as a regular customer and nothing more.

Now, she was hundreds of miles away and chasing after her to Boston wouldn't be a good idea. Apart from coming off as a stalker by appearing at every place she was at—New York needed Spider-Man.

Maybe he should've tried harder when she was still here. Maybe he should've just told her the truth right off the bat.

Or maybe it was time to move on.

Not that he would ever acknowledge all of these feelings any time soon, obviously.

For the past few weeks, he'd been justifying his urge to spend time with Elle as a mere curiosity. Because there was just something about her that he couldn't quite put a finger on. And the only way to find out was to be in her company.

Peter only wanted answers to the questions floating in his head.

That was what he kept telling himself, at least.

•••

It sort of worked.

And by that, Peter meant he learned much more about Elle the more they spent time together.

She was the same age as him and an only child of divorced parents. She was originally from a town just outside of Los Angeles and had only recently moved to New York once she was legal to do so. Now, she found herself working full-time at the café to make ends meet.

They weren't at a stage of knowing each other's numbers yet and they mostly hung around the café—as if it was their own little bubble, almost. But the hours Peter spent in his usual nook in the corner had definitely increased.

If she noticed, she never said a word about it.

Better yet, whenever he would study there for an upcoming GED test, she would sometimes sit with him and help him out whenever her boss wasn't looking. She also was generous enough to give him free refills during moments he would stay later in the night.

Peter would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel some type of way.

His cheeks would heat up whenever their gazes would meet from across the room. A certain warmth would settle in his heart whenever he'd hear her laugh, its pace beating that little bit faster whenever it was him who'd made her laugh. He would find himself grinning unconsciously whenever he would catch a glimpse of her smile, the corner of his lips lifting higher whenever that very smile was directed at him—that type of way.

Something that only seemed to grow on the one-month mark they'd known each other—and hadn't stopped growing since then.

It was easy to say that he was starting to really, really,likeher.

He had also learned to simply let things play out—to go with the flow, if you will. So, he tried not to be too hard on himself and just let himself feel what he feels and see where it goes.

After saving the world countless times and this city even much more, he could at least indulge himself in talking to a pretty girl, right?

Still, there was something else that also piqued his interest. Because the more he got to know her, the more questions seemed to keep popping up.

It made him even more curious.

Other than the fact that she seemed like such a nice sweet and funny girl, quite upbeat when you catch her in a good mood, was able to match his sarcasm very well, funny as well as pretty, he could feel that there was more to her than meets the eye.

Peter was noticing things that simply seemed off.

Aforementioned things weren't necessarily odd in a bad way. They could pass as benign at best. Peter would be able to leave it alone, if she didn't react the way that she did.

But that was the thing, her reaction to being questioned was odd.

Like that one time Peter asked her about a cut on her eyebrow. It wasn't too deep, and he could see that it was on the path of feeling. Still, when he'd seen her the day before and the cut didn't exist then, it was normal for him to ask about how she got it.

Peter expected her to shrug and say something simple like bumping her head against the door or some mishap that was caused by clumsiness more than anything else. But then she started to get nervous. She was stammering an explanation he didn't get to catch because she was already rushing away, throwing in an excuse about some delivery she needed to prepare before disappearing into the back room.

He tried to ignore it but then things just kept getting weirder.

•••

"As if New York hadn't been through enough," said an older, scruffy man as he took a sip of his black coffee.

"Yeah, I don't get why we're always the center of shit," a lanky guy with glasses responded. "Why can't it be Indiana's turn or something?"

"Well, heard there's some shit going on in that town, too."

"Huh, you're right."

The two men chatted as they sat at a booth just beside Peter's. They were two construction workers from across the street, taking a break from their night shift.

It wasn't that Peter was nosey—okay, fine maybe he was, I mean, who isn't'?—but he was unable to tune them out as he waited for Elle to come back with a refill of his coffee.

Besides, their conversation was starting to get interesting.

"You'd think the Avengers would've handled it by now," lanky-boy added. "The number of victims is coming up to double digits."

"Do you really think the Avengers would waste their time on animal attacks?" the old man scoffed. "That's way below their pay grade."

Peter found himself agreeing.

Besides, Spider-Man was there. It's not like he couldn't handle whatever these mysterious attacks were—definitely not tooting his own horn.

Either way, Peter was already aware of the situation. He had been keeping up with the reports on the radio and each one has left him confused more than ever.

He'd tried to catch whatever it was that was behind these attacks but he never seemed to get to the scene of the crime on time. It was always already taken care of. The police would already be swarming the place, so it was safe to assume that they'd been called. Journalists would then follow suit, trying to cover the story as best they could.

Peter would watch from the rooftops as they interviewed the very few witnesses. But what truly raised some questions was that they always describe a woman that stopped these creatures, there for one second and then gone the next.

Was there another new vigilante in New York?

"Sorry that took so long, the machine was acting up again."

Peter turned to Elle with a bright smile, "Why are you apologizing? Are you trying to get me to leave quicker or something?"

"Yes, your ass is about to burn an imprint on that seat," she retorted sarcastically.

Raising a brow, Peter leaned closer to her, smirking. "Why are you thinking about my ass?"

Her eyes widened in shock, pretty lips opening and closing with no words escaping them.

Peter couldn't stop his laugh from bursting out.

"Shut up, Parker," she scoffed, kicking his foot under the table. Though she couldn't stop her giggles as she poured him more coffee.

"There's not even an explanation as to where these animals are coming from," old man grumbled, continuing their conversation.

"But what if there is?" glasses said. Lowering his voice, added, "What if they're not exactly…animals."

"Not that rumor again, Bob—"

"Come on, Luke, it makes sense!"

Peter's heard about that rumor, too.

The people who were attacked by these 'animals' were found to have two punctures on the neck. There was also the case of severe blood loss which didn't make sense from a scientific standpoint because it's impossible for such tiny holes to cause that amount of bleeding in little time. So, theories started going around as people drew their own conclusions. It was probably a way for them to soothe their own fears because knowing what it was would enable them to prepare. That was much easier than trying to fight the unknown.

"Really?" Luke scoffed. "Vampires?"

"I mean, what else could it be?" Bob pushed. "Do you really think a wild animal will survive New York city? It would've been hit by a car by now!"

"Vampires are just a fairytale," Luke brushed off, tone turning teasing as he said, "Or that one shitty movie you love."

"Twilight is not shitty," Bob grumbled before sighing, "Look, Thor was a fairytale once! The Hulk is real but you draw the line on vampires?"

"Whatever floats your boat, Bob."

"Okay, then what about the woman?" lanky Bob continued. "Why would people on the street call her The Vampire Slayer if there aren't any vampires?"

Peter was snapped out of his eavesdropping when Ella let out a panicked yelp. It was only then he realized that coffee had spilled over his mug and splattered all over the table. His concern only grew when he saw the way she was clutching her hand.

"Shit, shit, shit," she hissed.

Peter immediately got out of his seat to stand in front of her. He took her hand in his as he grabbed some tissue from his table. He gently wiped her hand clean and started checking how badly she burned herself. A sigh of relief escaped him once he saw it wasn't severe. Peter didn't know that it was but he couldn't help but pull her hand up to his lip and started blowing cool air on it.

The second he looked up, their gazes met.

Peter didn't know how long they were staring at each other, but he found himself not minding it. But the emotions that flickered in her eyes, from shock to embarrassment had her looking away.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a tad bit disappointed. He would've stayed looking into her eyes for much longer if he could.

"You okay?" he asked, softly caressing her tender skin with his thumb.

"I—" She blinked. "Y-Yeah! Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean your hand—"

"Is completely fine!" she squeaked, pulling her hand away and hiding it behind her. "Don't worry about it."

"Everything okay?" Peter frowned, confused. "You seem spooked."

"Why would I be spooked?" she let out an awkward laugh. 

She never had a mishap before. If there was one thing about her, she was quick on her feet. Peter has seen it countless times from catching a plate before it hits the floor without even looking, or dodging a cupcake with her back turned when a baby had decided to toss it across the room. So, her spilling coffee, on her hand at that, seemed uncharacteristic.

Maybe she was distracted?

Judging from the proximity of those men, she probably heard about what they were talking about or, more or less, was reminded of it since it was the only thing the news had been covering lately. 

"Are you scared about those animal attacks?" he asked in genuine concern. "I could always walk you—"

"Me? Pfft, no. I'm not scared," she quickly brushed it off, waving her hand around. "It's all rumors anyway."

"What, you don't believe in vampires? I mean, punctures in the neck, the evidence is already there," Peter attempted to joke to alleviate the tension but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

The way her eyes widened before rushing to the back and stammering about cleaning up told him as much.

Again.

Weird.

•••

Peter wished he could say it stopped there but what he found tonight brought him some sort of an epiphany almost, a thing that made him slowly connect the dots.

It was the same as any other night of closing the shop, yet as they started to bid their goodbyes, her phone started to beep, loud and fast.

She hurriedly pulled it out of her jacket, took one look at it, and started sputtering her a reason he didn't catch and rushed off, gone before he could even do as much as a wave goodbye.

It was then that he realized that she had dropped something.

At first, he thought it was one of those defense weapons women usually bring with them when they walk at night—a long cylinder-shaped stick with a sharp end. But the more he examined it, the more questions he seemed to gather.

Why is it made of wood?

Is this a wooden stake?

Now, Peter had his moments but he wasn't completely clueless. The animal attacks, the rumors, her sudden nervousness about it, the silver cross necklace, the wooden stake, some woman saving people in the night—could it be?

Surely not…

Right?

•••

It's not creepy if I'm only making sure she's safe.

That was what Peter kept telling himself as he once again followed Elle as she made her way home. He'd been doing it for a couple of nights now, especially since the attacks had only increased. Right after helping her in closing the cafe, they would go their separate ways. Peter would bid his goodbyes as he returned her sentiment about getting home safe.

Yet he was not on his way home.

It might have been wrong to lie, but it was to keep her safe.

But more often than not, Peter somehow would always lose sight of her. Whenever he would look away for a split second, she would be gone. It was either she was quite fast on her feet or she knew how to vanish from thin air.

It only added to the list of odd things he had discovered about her.

Fine, he was making sure that she got home safe, and maybe he was trying to get answers, too.

Both things can be true at the same time, right?

There were simply too many coincidences for him to ignore.

Even more so when he caught her suddenly turning towards an empty alley.

But not for long.

Peter felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat when he saw four men follow in right behind her.

He swung as quickly as he could, heart beating faster and louder at the thought of her being hurt…or worse.

But whatever scenario he was conjuring in his head, from good to bad to worse outcomes—he never expected this.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

It's not every day you see the girl you'd been crushing on take down one guy at a time, flawlessly and effortlessly, as if she could do this in her sleep.

She was mesmerizing.

Her strength was unmistakable as Peter watched her send a guy flying across the alley with a simple kick, swiftly swerving the other perpetrator behind her in one move before hitting them square on the nose and knocking them out.

Peter was awestruck.

Does she have powers?

The fight was already over when he got to her, landing just beside the building that covered any source of light.

Yet Peter's questions only seemed to grow as he watched her pull out a wooden stake from her coat—similar to the one she dropped—and started stabbing each unconscious man. He would've been shocked and scared by the brutality of her actions, that until these…men started turning into dust.

So the rumors were true, then?

"Who's there!"

Peter slowly came out of the shadows with his hands up in surrender, showing her that he wasn't a threat. Yet the second she saw him under the light she lowered her weapon.

"Spider-Man."

Peter tilted his head. "You know who I am?"

"Well, duh? New York's greatest defender? You've made quite a name for yourself," Ella said, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised a brow. "Should've just introduced yourself, you know, instead of following me every night."

"I—uh," he chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that—"

"What? You think I wouldn't notice?" she snorted, amusement painting her features. "I'd like to believe I'm not that oblivious, given my line of work."

"Of course not I—" Peter didn't know what it was, but he decided right then and there that he might as well just go for it. "Elle, right?"

He expected her to be surprised. But instead, she merely narrowed her eyes at him as if to examine him.

"How'd you know?"

"Well…" he trailed off, grabbing the top of his mask and then pulling it off.

He flashed her a shy smile. "Hey.'

"Peter…" she breathed out, blinking for a few times before her grin widened. "I fucking knew it!"

Peter blinked.

"What?"

"That makes so much sense!" she added gleefully.

"Okay, wait no," Peter shook his head, glaring at her playfully as he crossed his arms. "Don't you dare say you had your suspicions."

"Oh I absolutely had my suspicions," she giggled, all adorable and proud. "Besides, Spider-Man following me home immediately after I say goodbye to you after closing the café?"

Peter let out a defeated sigh.

"Yeah, you aren't as slick as you think you are, Parker."

"You're not as careful as you think you are either," he retorted, tossing her the wooden stake she dropped a couple nights ago.

She caught it effortlessly.

"Huh, so that's where it went," she mused, laughing shyly. "I guess we both have our moments."

"So you're the slayer person?" Peter asked, walking closer to her.

"Vampire Slayer," she corrected.

Once he was close enough, he swiftly yet discreetly scanned her form to check if she was hurt, grateful that he didn't seem to see any visible injuries.

Still, ever the observant person—or maybe it was one of her powers, who knows—she still caught him. "Are you checking me out, Parker?"

"I'm making sure you're not hurt."

She blinked at him, surprised. She probably didn't expect him to be so blatantly honest.

"I'm not hurt," she reassured with a soft smile.

Peter mirrored her grin with a nod before narrowing his eyes. "What does 'Vampire Slayer' mean, exactly?"

She raised her brow at him. "It's literally on the name."

Peter deadpanned.

"What?" she giggled, reaching a hand up to settle his hair, made unruly by his mask.

He couldn't stop his heart from doing a silly little dance inside his chest, its warmth slowly seeping onto his cheeks.

"You know," he hummed, daring to place a hand on her waist. He couldn't stop his smile when she leaned a little closer. "You had me worried there for a second, thought you were in danger when I saw those men follow you in. Turns out, you didn't really need any help."

"Well, I'll have you know I'm not some damsel in distress," she scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes.

"Never thought you were," he chuckled. 

"Besides, you're not the only one who has powers in this neighborhood," she said, grinning.

Peter didn't exactly know where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from. Maybe it was from the fact that his feelings for her were definitely confirmed by the fear he felt at the thought of her being in danger or hurt. Maybe he was just feeding off of her high energy and adrenaline. Either way, he didn't hesitate to shoot his shot.

"How about you tell me all about it over dinner? My treat."

"Is this your way of bribing me to spill my secrets?" she said with narrowed eyes. "Or are you so enthralled by my skills that you're asking me out on a date?"

"Why not both?"

"Shut up," she giggled. "About time you asked though. You can be kinda slow with hints sometimes."

Peter looked at her genuinely confused, "What hints?"

"Seriously?" she snorted. "I don't just give free coffee refills to anyone, mind you. It's technically not even allowed."

He grinned, placing his other hand on her waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. "What are you trying to say here exactly?"

"Uh…" She turned shy, then, eyes casted down. Peter could see she was trying to gain the courage to just say it out loud.

"That you like me, too?" he supplied instead, her eyes snapping back up to meet his.

"Too?"

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's slow when it comes to hints."

Peter felt his heart stutter at the way her smile brightened.

"So, pizza at my place?" she hummed, giggling. But then realization dawned on her face. "Oh wait. I still need to patrol."

"Same here. How about I come with," Peter offered. "Then we get pizza after."

"The Spider-Man needing my help?" she teased. "I thought I'd never see the day."

"Shut up" Peter rolled his eyes. "Now, hold tight."

"Why?" she asked confused, yet did so, anyway, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It made Peter feel warm, simply from the fact that she trusted him and his word enough.

Once he put on his mask and made sure she was secured, Peter didn't say another word as he hoisted them up and started swinging, her shrieks and expletives marrying with his boisterous laugh.

After roaming the city of New York and stopping any petty crime they came across—and killing two more vampires, a sight Peter still needed to get used to—they stopped at his apartment to get some stuff before crashing at her place for the night solely because it was bigger than his.

They might have skipped a few steps compared to any normal relationships—they were barely even there, frankly—but then again, nothing about them was normal to begin with, anyway.

For the rest of the evening, as they sat on her living room floor with two boxes of warm pizza sitting on the coffee table, Elle told Peter her story, and in return, he also shared pieces of his.

She got chosen—ironic since there wasn't even much of a choice—as a slayer when she was fifteen, and Peter shared that he got bitten by a radioactive spider at that age, too. She shared how she was given these powers that basically made her an enhanced individual which led to a playful arm wrestling match to see who was stronger. Peter ended up losing solely because he was too scared to hurt her, especially when he himself wasn't fully aware at what level his strength truly was.

She got all pouty about it but it was immediately pushed aside when Peter said she looked so cute when she was pouting.

He got a pepperoni in the face when he wouldn't stop teasing her about it.

But aside from the witches, vampires and demons alike—which was how Peter learned Wanda was actually a witch instead of a mutant—the two of them are surprisingly so similar in some ways. They already clicked before, and now, they seemed to have a lot in common when it came to their second life as well.

They also shared sentiments as to how lonely this life could be sometimes and it was like a breath of fresh air for Peter to have someone understand him. Maybe not to the fullest of extents since whatever this was between them was new, but understand him, nonetheless.

It was safe to say Peter was glad he came into the café later than when he usually did that day.

Fascinating how changing one small thing in a routine could have a profound impact on a person's life, huh?

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[angesaurus]

Once I got to school, I felt better. My mom is retired and is always willing to help even though she is a little far. So I’m glad I reached out. She’s actually staying over (at the hotel she likes LOL) so in case we need her tomorrow. I am thinking we will, I hate to send a semi ok kid to school and then ruin the whole weekend!!!!). We are so short staffed at work, so I really am not trying to take off 😩 I know I can but I feel like this is not that intense of a sickness (and it could have been) and I’ll need my sick days for more crazy days.

But since I’ve been home:

I went to get non sick kid off the bus. I brought an umbrella because it was spitting. My mom said “maybe you should take your car” and I was like nah it’s fine. It started pouring while I was waiting 😂 so we got pretty wet even with my umbrella.

My mom accidentally knocked over my Diet Coke into my dinner (it was fine once we cleaned it up just my side of bread was soggy and the meatballs were a bit wet 😂)

My mom accidentally knocked over all my Lego flowers (kind of annoying because now I have to fix them!!!! But it’s fine).

I dropped Cecilia’s detangler spray in her room and the spray nozzle came off and flew into the hallway and somehow landed on my bedroom floor. The cap also landed on my bed. I have no idea how the physics of this even occurred but lolololol

Then I slammed my hip into the tv tray I had out for sick kid.

I also discovered non sick kid - who was very helpful in just picking out their clothes without me asking 5 times and got ready this morning and came out and said “I’m ready for school!” And I said GREAT!!!! - forgot to put on underwear and went commando to school 😂 also they had a HUGE hole in their pants 😂 oh and when I discovered it they said “oh I forgot but I really liked how it felt” 😂😂😂😂😂

My mom cleaned basically my whole house today (she gets bored easily 😅) and it was really nice and means less for me to do this weekend. She also cooked dinner. I hope she has an exceptional night at the hotel in peace and her pillow stays cool.

[yellowwithalisp]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 - 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

Another James smut! This time with no (Y/N) in it! No proofread- This was gonna be first-person POV but I got annoyed and changed it halfway through! Part one!

"Please, just let me check it."

James said as she wrapped the towel around her and glanced back at him. "You wanna look at it? Why? Is it bleeding again?"

"N-No just... Worried."

He said as he the bed his head and looked away. Fidging with his fingers. She signed as she walked over to their bed. Telling the whole fall to the flood. James's head quickly turns to look away. Blushing at the sight still. I slowly climbed onto the bed and pulled up his green jacket that was sitting on the bed to cover her front side.

"How does it look?"

She asked as she felt James gently touching some of the healing cuts on her back she had gotten from Silent Hill.

"It's healing up well..."

James mumbled as his finger gently traced my back. The frown on his face grew slightly as his hand ghostly moved over to her sides. There were a few slashes on her side that we did not want to heal quickly. James closed his eyes as she breathed out of his nose and slowly took his hand away. She smiled as she held his green jacket up to my chest and looked at him.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok."

"It should have finished healing by now..."

He mumbled as she watched him take another deep breath as she turned to face him. Gently placing a hand over his. "Hey, it's gonna be ok."

His eyes glanced up at her with a hazed look in his eyes. She knew that he was thinking back to his time in the military. And with the things he'd seen during his time in serves. She placed his jacket over her so it was hiding her nipple, but still showing off her chest.

"Come on, dinners gonna get cold."

She said as her bare feet walked across the wooden floor. James was spacing out before he snapped back and looked up at her. His eyes widened slightly as he looked her up and down. His eyes took in the sight of her in his jacket. With the shorts she had on. The jacket covered them just enough to make it look like she was just wearing his coat and nothing else.

He stared at her. Taking in every detail of her body. Make a shiver run down her spine. Her long legs. Her waist and breasts were hidden under his jacket. His gaze lingered on where her nipples were hidden under his jacket. for a moment before moving down to her thighs. They seemed so smooth from what little he saw. His mind wandered again.

She chuckled as she watched him stare at her. He took the sight of her in hardly anything but his green jacket.

"James?"

A small smile appeared on her face as she saw a bulge started to appear in his sweatpants.

"James? Hello? Earth to James~"

He blinked several times. Trying to clear his head. When finally did he realize what he was doing? That he was staring. Thinking about how cute she was when she laughed. How soft her voice sounded... Images of the last time we were alone like this fluttered into his mind. How he took care of his throbbing cock in the hotel shower just thinking about feeling her finger all over his skin. Her touch lingered still as he remembered the night again. It made him feel warm inside. Made his heart beat faster. His covk staffing awake slowly.

She smiled as she walked back over to our bed. She reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek. Glancing down at the bulge growing in his sweat pants.

"You alright love?"

He felt like a teenage boy again. Blushing slightly he grabbed her hand. Pulling her onto his lap, on top of his growing bulge. She chuckled softly as she felt his bulge pushing up against her. "James~ Talk to me, love."

He blushed even harder as he leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply kissing her. His tongue darted into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her tightly. He feels himself get lost in the kiss before pulling away.

He could barely breathe. As he pulled away from the kiss. Looking deep into your eyes. "Sorry, I... I-I can't help it... You tease like warm honey..."

James mumbled as he rested his forehead against hers. She smiled.

"I'm... No complaint at all..."

He looked down flustered. But seeing that he had gotten very hard. He quickly tried to hide it by pulling his sweatshirt down, but it wasn't working. I chuckled softly as she gently placed a hand over his, making him stop. "James... I don't mind."

He looked up at her slightly nervous. "You don't mind?" He asked, his voice sounding more breathless than usual. She shook my head. "No, do you mind me poetically in nothing but your jacket?"

James felt himself blush even harder. "No, not really." He said quietly.

She smiled. "Then I don't mind-" I placed my hand over his hard bulge.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, trying desperately to control himself. But it was too late. He felt himself getting harder and harder as my hand sat on their bed.

"-This..."

She said as she glanced up at him. They did fuck one time before. The very night we both got out of Silent Hill alive in the hotel room. "James I... We have been lining up together. Be through so much. I... Want to be something more."

She said as she looked at him. "I want to be with you. Permanently. I love you, James."

"I love you too..."

He whispered back. He didn't know what else to say. All these feelings were rushing through him. It took everything within him to keep them under control. Everything except for his dick which grew bigger. Harder. More erect. He couldn't believe this was happening again.

She kissed him. Closing her eyes as she leaned in. The jacket rolled back exposing her bare shoulder and chest to him.

He kissed back, but more tentatively at first. He was still trying to control himself and not make a scene. But his need was too strong. He pressed himself against her, feeling his body against her.

His mouth opened slightly as he stared into her eyes. His eyes darted around mine as he spoke.

"Y-you feel amazing."

He stuttered. A shiver ran through him when he saw the bare skin. His heart was beating faster now. And his cock was throbbing. He wanted to touch her To hold her

Her hand slowly moved around the bulge in his sweatpants. She feels it throb and pulse in her hand.

His breath hitched when he felt her hand move around his bulge. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to hold back from moaning loudly. He wanted to save that noise for later. He groaned loudly into her mouth. His hips bucked forward instinctively.

"Does... That feel good?"

She asked as her eyes shifted down to his throbbing bulge, then back up to him.

"Yeah."

He rasped out. "It feels so damn good." He gently took your hand in his, guiding it to the end of his sweatpants. He knew what he wanted her to do. But he didn't know if she would be willing.

She let him guide her hand to the end of his sweatpants. She looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he breathed. "Please don't stop now." He pulled down his sweatpants enough to reveal his thick 9-inch cock. It twitched slightly in anticipation. "Just touch me please." He begged softly. He had never been this needy before. Never needed anyone like this before.

She blushed as she glanced down at his cock twitching. She blushed as she watched it for a moment.

She didn't get to take a good look at it back in the hotel room. It all happened so fast. But seeing it now... She felt like it was bigger than she remembered.

His breathing became heavier as she stared at his cock. The fact that she was staring made him even harder. If anything, it made him want her more. The thoughts made him blush even harder. He loved how nervous she was. He wasn't used to being so forward. He just hoped that he wouldn't scare her away.

She blushed as she looked up at him. Crawling up a bit to sit right in front of him. Feeling his cock throb and hit her stomach with each throb. "James... Are you sure about this?"

He looked into her eyes, his heart racing. He knew what he wanted. He knew what he needed. And that was you. He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his face. "I'm not sure about anything," he whispered. "Except that I'm never letting you go. And I need you to touch me. Please."

Taking her hand in his, he guided it to his cock. He wrapped his other hand around her wrist, holding her hand steady under his jacket. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted to feel her touch on his cock. He had been without it for too long.

"....." she looked back at my hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly taking her hand off of it.

"Don't tease me anymore..." He groaned quietly. He closed his eyes tightly as he peeked one open. She leaned forward and opened her mouth just above the tip of his cock. Letting out warm breath on it as it throbbed.

He exhaled softly as he felt the warm breath on his cock. His hips bucked. A small drop of precum leaked from the tip of his cock.

"Look at you... I don't even think you were this hard back in the hotel room."

She teased.

He chuckled slightly. "It's been a while..." He admitted quietly. "But I've been thinking about you..." He trailed off, not sure how to explain it. He just knew that he wanted her more than anything right now.

She kissed the tip of his cock gently as she looked into his eyes. His hips jerk upwards towards you as if trying to meet your mouth. "Don't tease me... Please.." He begged, unable to keep up the charade any longer.

"Oh, did you want me to take this cock into my mouth?"

She teased him. He nodded eagerly. "Yes! Please do!" He begged her. The thought of having his entire length buried deep inside her throat made him feel lightheaded. But he knew that if he didn't ask now then later would come another day where he wouldn't get what he wanted so badly right now.

"Mmh... Beg a bit more."

He groaned loudly. "...Please let me fuck your pretty little mouth..." He pleaded again. This time louder than before. As if begging some higher power to grant him whatever wish he asked for.

"A little more begging James."

"P-please..." He stuttered out. "Let me... Let me put it in your mouth..." He panted heavily. His cock twitched in anticipation. The only thing on his mind was wanting to shove his entire length into her mouth. To taste her hot saliva coating his cock.

"Bit more..." she smirked as she breathed on his twitching cock.

"Mmhm..." He moaned softly. The heat from her breath against his cock sending shivers down his spine. His hips jerked slightly as he anticipated what was about to happen next. "Please..." He whimpered out. "I'm begging you... P-please..." He repeated, his voice cracking. His hips bucked up into the air as he pleaded with you for what he wanted. "Let me put it in your mouth..." He whispered.

She smirked as she only put just the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it a tiny bit.

His breath caught sharply when she did this. A low moan escaped his lips as he felt himself being teased by her. Her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft making sure not to touch any sensitive areas yet still giving him enough stimulation to keep him going crazy. "Aahhh...." He moaned softly. She moaned softly as her eyes looked up into his. Looking into his eye as his cock twitched in her mouth.

His body tensed up at the sound of your soft moaning. Feeling himself getting closer and closer to climaxing. His grip tightened around the sheets beneath him as he tried desperately to hold back from cumming too soon. "Mmf.. Mmmm..." He whimpered quietly. She gently took his cock slowly out of her mouth. Sticking out her tongue to let him see the pre cum on her tongue.

He watched intently as her pulled away from his throbbing member. Seeing the glistening trail left behind where she had been licking it off. It made him even hornier knowing that there was something else waiting for him inside her pretty pink mouth. "Please..." He begged again. Something about how much control she had over him that made him feel weak and helpless. As if all he could do was lay there and take everything she gave him without question or complaint.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want more? I thought you asked me to stop?"

She said teasing him. He shook his head quickly. No no! That wasn't what he meant! What he meant was... He blushed deeply. His cock twitched at the sound of her teasing voice. "N-no. Please don't stop..!" He begged.

She smirked. "So... You want this?"

His breath hitched at the feeling of your tongue. "Y-yes... God, yes.." He moaned softly. She slowly ran her tongue under his shaft.

She pulled back with a smirk as she looked up at him. Slowly reaching out a hand and wrapping it around his twitching cock. "But what if I... Did this?"

His breath hit sharply when she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing member. His eyes widened as he felt her hand slowly wrap around his cock. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through his entire being. A low moan escaped his lips as he felt her touch.

"P-please.." He begged. It wasn't so much a request anymore, more of a plea for mercy. As if he couldn't handle any more pleasure or tease without bursting right then and there. She smirked as she looked up at him. Moving her hand painfully slow. "Yes?"

"I-I... I don't know if I'll be able to handle it.." He whimpered, barely able to keep himself from tearing his eyes away from her. He was so close to cumming already, and yet he felt like she was torturing him with every tiny touch and tease.

"Oh-" She smirked. "I think you can."

She said as her hand moved slowly.

"N-no.. I.. Can't. Please, I.." He choked out, his cock twitching and his body shaking violently. It was like he knew he was about to cum, and he had no control over himself. He groaned loudly as he felt her fingers move against his sensitive skin. The sensation alone sent waves of ecstasy through his entire being. All thoughts left his mind except one; how badly he needed to release all those pent-up feelings inside of him. He was going crazy trying to hold off. She keeps moving her hand slowly.

His cock twitched and shook as he felt the pleasure slowly building up. It was like he was being teased like she knew he couldn't handle any more pleasure. If she kept going, he'd burst right then and there. It was like she had all the control in the world, and he was just along for the ride.

"That's it... Good boy."

She mumbled as her hand moved just a bit faster as she felt him rest his head into the crook of her neck.

"B-but..." He whined softly as he leaned against her. The pleasure was almost too much now. All he could do was lay here helplessly as she continued to tease him. Her touch was driving him insane, but somehow still keeping him under control.

"But? Is something wrong~"

She asked as her hand slowed down painfully slow again. He groaned softly. "N-no...I-It's just... Ugh..." He whined out, trying to fight his body's desire to cum. His entire body tensed once more.

"Good," she said before her hand's movement quickened faster. "Don't cum just yet James."

He whimpered quietly. "W-why?" His voice cracked slightly from how close he was getting. "I... I-I can't..." He whispered back, trying to sound confident despite how shaky his legs were becoming. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly. It was getting harder and harder to hold back.

"Please," he choked out. "Please let me cum." He couldn't hold it in any longer. His body was shaking intensely now. He needed to release so badly. "I-I've been good-" he begged desperately. His voice cracked slightly from how desperate he sounded. He could barely breathe anymore either. "I-I've been g-good! Haven't I-I?" James let out a groan of frustration, feeling his heart race. "Please let me cum," he begged once more, trying to hold back.

"You've been so good, James... Just a little bit longer." She said as she looked down at his head placed in the crook of her neck. His body twitched and trembled with each stroke. His cock was constantly throbbing in her hand. Begging her to let him cum.

"I'll be good..." He groaned, his breathing ragged. His heart was beating rapidly and his whole body was quivering. "Just let me... Please..." He was practically mumbling by now. His words merge tougher.

She could feel him humping his hips against her hand. "Go ahead love." she kissed the side of his head his sins in the side of her neck.

James jolted at her touch before feeling his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He screamed her name in ecstasy while his body trembled violently. He felt so weak afterward. Like his entire body had been drained of everything he had. "Mmmph," he managed to mumble out. He felt so content right now.

"That's is... You did so well..."She mumbled as her finger ran through his hair.

"Thank you... Thank you... So much..." He breathed deeply, still trembling from the sensations running through his body.

"Shh..." She whispered as she stroked his hair. "It's over... It's all done," she said as she let go of his cock.

He let out a soft sigh of relief. He hadn't realized how tense he had been until now. He shifted slightly on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position now that he could move. He looked up at her as she lay down next to her. "Sorry... I didn't mean to go so far-" She starts. "N-no..." He mumbled as she looked up at him. "I-I liked it..."

He said as she blushed. Glancing away flustered. James weakly reached out and pulled her closer to him. She felt James kiss her and she smiled... But his trail of kisses leads further and further down... "J-James-" she whispered as she felt him kiss her pussy lisp. "j-James-"

He could hear her say his name and it drove him wild. He loved hearing her say it... He loved hearing anything she said. He loved her. He was smiling "I can't help it. I need to taste you. You're just too delicious..." He whispered against her wetness. He moved his face up and down her pussy, licking and kissing her sensitive areas. He felt completely lost in the moment, unable to stop himself from giving her everything he had to offer.

Her legs trembled with every lick. "but... Haa... Aren't you... Tired?" He didn't know if he was tired or not, but he knew he needed her. He needed her touch. He needed her love. He needed her more than anything else in the world. He knew he could never get enough of her. "I don't care, I need you..." he whispered against her thighs. before continuing his assault on her pussy. His fingers were wrapped around her thighs tightly as he continued to lick her. "Your taste... So sweet..." He groaned loudly as he ate her out hungrily.

Her body trembled. He could see just how badly he was breaking her. "Mmf... Mmmm.." He couldn't help himself anymore. The sight of her shaking from pleasure made him even harder than ever before. He moved one hand away from her thigh and placed it between them, rubbing against her clit gently. "Fuck... Fuck me... Please fuck me... Make me cum for you again..."

Hearing him beg like this sent shivers down her spine. He whimpered before pulling back and climbing off the bed. He walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He quickly tore open the wrapper and rolled it onto his shaft. He turned back towards her and crawled onto the bed.

"N... No..." she mumbled as she pushed herself up a bit. "With... Out it... Without the condom James.."

He slowly looked up at her. climbed back onto the bed beside her. "I'm... Not going to be able to do anything about protection if we keep having unprotected sex." He mumbled as his eyes darted to her, then over to the trashcan in the room. I got off the bed and tossed the condom tossed it aside.

"I... Don't mind if. Us having sex leads to me getting... Pregnant..." He stared at her in shock. "You want to have my child?" He asked quietly. She nods. "I do..."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright then..." he mumbled and gently lifted her legs up and around his waist. He moved forward until he was pressed against her core. "Are you ready for this love?"

She nodded as she looked at him. "I'm really.."

He nods "I'll try to make it so it won't hurt too much." He began thrusting into her steadily. His grip tightened around her thighs as he increased speed slightly. "Just breathe... A-and relax, okay?" He whispered soothingly as he continued to move within her body. "Th-there..."

Her legs wrapped around him as her body trembled. "James... Mmf..." He groaned loudly. "You feel amazing..!" He increased his pace slightly. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room along with the wet noises coming from between them.

He held onto her hips tightly and kept thrusting into her faster. His eyes were locked onto hers as he pleasured her with his body. He continued thrusting inside her harder and faster. His entire body shook with every movement. "Mmm... Fuck- you feel good. You're sucking me in..!" He mumbled as he tried to keep his eyes open. "You're... So warm and-"

He shivered as his eyes closed tightly and he felt her walls tighten around him.

His hand gripped tightly onto her hip. "To... Too good-" He increased his movements even more until he was pounding against her. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room.

"James- I'm gonna-" Her grip on the bed tightened as she trembled. James nods his head as he ruthlessly pounded into her. He continued thrusting inside her harder and faster. His entire body shaking with every movement before he claimed into her and climaxed. She felt that she was about the cum as he claimed into her.

He whimpered as she let out a loud cry of pleasure. Pulling out of her, he rolled over onto his back. He slowly reached out and placed a hand on her cheek as she lay down next to him.

[thehighpriestess1]

The Gojo fic mentioned here that I wrote the first chapter for but never finished 🥲🥲

I don't know what triggers warnings to add so proceed with caution regardless.

Gojo rubbed his forehead as his blind date complained about the food for the fourth time. He regretted agreeing to get into this and was mentally killing his best friend for the 10th time since the date started. He looked up and saw her giving him the doe eyes. The ones that say Why did you bring me to this crappy diner when we could have gone to a Michelin star hotel. Gojo chuckled lightly.

This was his trick to get out of bad dates. He would pick up the girl from her door and based on what he thinks of her in the first five minutes of the car ride he would either take her to his favorite restaurant or the first off beat diner he saw. Rose, his date started talking about how excited she was to dine with him and how all her friends were going to oh so jealous of her. Gojo looked at her poke her food with the fork and almost felt bad for her....almost.

"Excuse me". He raised his hand to call for the waitress who served them. The girl came and stood next to their table with a sigh. He noticed her sprained left hand and made a mental note to tip her well for putting up with this in that condition.

"Is there a problem?".

"This food is disgusting!". Rose spat sliding her fork on the plate.

"You ordered it". Her deadbeat attitude intrigued Gojo. He noticed that she was pretty and tough looking. Loose strands of her bun fell on her face and her eyes..her eyes were filled with sadness. "I'm sorry but can we get it replaced ?". Gojo said politely snapping out of his inspection.

"Sure but you'll have to pay for this one and the next one might taste the same".

"just do as you're told! Do you not know how to treat customer? And why should we pay when the food is shit!". Rose quipped crossing her hand over her chest.

"because you ordered it and it seems like you ate some of it". Rose scoffed and bit the inside of her cheeks. "I'd like to speak to your manager! Once he knows who we are he will teach you some manners". Before Gojo could step in to diffuse the situation the waitress smiled and rested her right palm flat on the table as she bent towards Rose who was now leaning away from the girl. "I am the manager. We are short staffed. Now..is.there.anything.else.i.can.get.you?".

Rose gulped and looked at Gojo who was amused by this situation looked up at her and smirked at her gloating face. "We'll get the check". He said smiling at the waitress.

"Check it is then".

-X-

You walked back to the desk huffing at this couple. "What happened?". Your friend Jaz was in-charge of billing today. "Just some rich bitch got mad at me and said she wanted to speak to the manager". You said sliding their bill to her.

"Shit. What did you say?". You gave her a toothy smile. "I told her I am the manager".

"Y/n! I told you to stop doing that! You can get fired!". You sighed as you leaned against nthe counter.

"Big fucking deal. This isn't the only place in town looking for cheap labour".

"She's got nice tits though". Jaz said looking at the annoyed Rose.You followed her gaze to Rose and smirked. "Yeah. You think they're real?".

"Seems so. What about the guy? He hot?". You looked at the back of the white haired man. "He rich". You said as your grabbed the bill and placed it between the torn leather folder.

-X-

"Here you go. I hope you had a pleasant time. Please leave a review for the restaurant as it would help us grow". You chanted the rehearsed greeting and bowed. Gojo chuckled as he placed some cash in the folder and slid it towards you. "What's your name?". He asked, pulling back the case just as you were about to reach for it. "I hope you had a pleasant time". You said again. You were used to random men asking for name and number and were in no mood to interact with the couple anymore than you already had.

"That's a weird name".

"Thank you for choosing to dine with us". You said taking back the bill and cash as the couple began to leave. "Excuse me, here's your change". You couldn't believe that someone would leave 500$ for a 80$ bill. "That's your tip".

"That's a lot of tip". You quipped still holding the spare in your hand. "I liked your service". He said winking at you. Rose huffed and walked out stomping her YSL heels. Gojo smiled and swung his jacked over his shoulder as he left you standing.

-X-

Gojo Satoru was an unforgiving man. His word was the law and no one in the city dared challenge his orders. He was cruel in the cruelest sense and had no regard for feelings But Gojo Satoru couldn't get you out of his head for the entire week and on a Wednesday afternoon he decided he needed to at least get your name.

He walked into the diner and looked around for you but you were nowhere to be seen. "Right! She's the manager!". He went to the counter and saw a man in glasses standing there. "Hi".

"Hello Sir, welcome to goldleaf diner. How may I serve you today".

"I want to speak with the Manager".

"I am the manager. My name is hiroki muka-"

"No. Not you. The other manager".

"I am the only Manager here". Gojo ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "The ... The woman. She was the manager a week ago? She had a sprained arm?".

The man raised both his arms in the air and turned halfway around to giggling waitress behind him. "Not again!".

"Excuse me?". Gojo asked tilting his head to the side. "My apology. She is not a Manager. She is a menace. Which is why she was fired three days ago". Gojo let out a groan. "Can I get her name or number?".

"I'm sorry sir I can't do that". Gojo gave him a pressed smile and gently placed a wad of cash on the counter. "Her name".

"Miyoko. But unfortunately I don't have her contact number".The man said slowly sliding the cash in his pocket. Gojo sighed and shook his head. "Is there anyway I can reach her?".

"Girls like her don't stay in one place for long". The man said. Something about his tone made Gojo angry but he calmed himself and returned a pressed smile.

"Miyoko...". He whispered the name as he gave orders to his men to find every girl named miyoko in that area. It was just a name but somehow he felt closer to you. He didn't understand why did he want to know your name. He didn't understand why did he want to find you. He felt like a teenager trying to stalk his crush.

-X-

It took about two days for his men to find out every information about every Miyoko in that area. Gojo sat at the edge of his desk frantically flipping through the pages containing photo and data looking for the familiar face. He tossed the first file on the floor as desperation rose inside him. He tossed the second file to the floor as well as his men gulped at the sudden shift of the atmosphere. He closed the last file and swung it across the room in anger. "She's not here! Are you sure you got each one of them?".

"Yes sir". Gojo groaned in frustration. Geto walked in the room and saw the stiffened men and tossed files. "Didn't find her?". He amused at the the desperate state of his friend.

"Shut up. I don't know what to do!".

"Give up? She's just a waitress you'll find another one". He sat opposite to Gojo and lit his cigarette. "You don't understand. I have to find her". Geto hummed as he let out a puff of smoke. "Did it occur to you that she probably gave a fake name?". Gojo looked up at this smirking friend. "Fuck. I didn't think of that".

Geto laughed as he reached out his hand and ashed the cigarette in the ashtray. "Now to the serious stuff. The deal with Gyizo gang is tonight and you are going instead of me".

"Why do I have to go?".

"Cause you owe me one and I have a date".

-X-

Gojo sat in the backseat as he watched the city lights flicker. He checked his watch 1:00AM. They were well into the heart of the city now after getting the work done. The whole deal had out him in a bad mood. First he couldn't find a fucking girl next his best friend trapped him into attending a shitty deal.He needed a break. "Stop at the convince store". He ordered his driver who obliged.

Gojo walked through the door without looking at the cashier and went to the racks of ramen before finally picking out his favourite one. He walked over to the counter with his eyes fixed on his wallet. "That would be 2.50 would you like a carry bag?". Gojo's hand froze on his wallet. He looked up slowly to see you standing behind the counter. "Hi". He smiled widely like a child who found the last piece of the puzzle.

"Hi. Would you like a carry bag?". He looked at you arm and felt relieved when he saw it was fine now. Next his eyes travelled to your name tag. "So your name is Kiki?". You squinted your eyes at him, "Would you like a carry bag?".

"No. What's your name?".

"That would be 2.50$". Gojo chuckled and looked around. "Look I'm not a weirdo okay? You have no idea how long I have been looking for you". You tool a step away from the counter. Gojo read the fear on your face and raised his hand by his side signalling that he wasn't going to harm you. "You don't remember me? We met at the diner? You had a sprained arm ..?". Then it clicked. He was the guy who gave you the biggest tip of your life. Your shoulders dropped in relief.

"Look man of you're here for your money then I don't have it".

"I don't want my money".

"Then what do you want?".

"I...". Gojo fumbled with his words as his brain tried to think of what did want? "Your name". You looked outside to three Balck range rovers parked in a semi circle. You didn't know what he was upto but you knew you didn't want to be a part of it. "That would be 2.50$".

Gojo sighed and looked at the ramen and cold coffee he picked up. He went back and got another set and placed it on the counter. "That would be 5$". You said scanning the items. Gojo handed you his black card and you inspected it in your hand. "Is this real?". You raised an eyebrow at him. You have had your fair share of people trying to buy with fake or stolen cards, sometimes even with fake money. "I wouldn't use a fake card for 5$ meal". Gojo said chocking his head to a side. "People don't use a black card for a 5$ meal".

Gojo chuckled, "It's the only thing I have on me right now".You shrugged your shoulders and billed him for the items.

"Have dinner with me". Gojo said as you handed him the card.

"I am working". You said trying your best to look busy in the empty store. "There is no other customer and I don't like eating alone". As if in cue his stomach grumbled and heat rose to his cheeks. Your looked at him and let out a giggle. "You seem to be really hungry".

"I am, so please eat with me. I will compensate you for your time". He said holding the items in his hand. You shook your head and smiled. Gojo saw you smiled like that for the first time and his heart skipped a beat. "Alright then but if I get in trouble then it's on you!". Gojo nodded and followed you to the seating area next to a glass wall. Gojo goy the ramen ready as you poured the coffee from the bottle into two glasses with ice.

Gojo rolled the sleeves of his Balck shirt and placed his jacket on the stool next to him. You both sat next to eachother looking at the street outside. "So what's your name?". He asked taking slurping his noodles. "Kiki". You said, avoiding eye contact.

"Is that your real name?".

"For today it is".

"What will it be tomorrow?".

"Beyonce". Gojo choked on his noodles and you smiled amusingly to yourself. "Who are you?". He asked leaning on his one arm and looking at you. You shrugged your shoulders and continued to eat.

"If I come here tomorrow would you still be here?". You stopped your chopsticks mid air."Maybe". Gojo frowned as he straightened up. You shrugged again. He bit the inside of his cheeks as he tried to come with something.

"Why were you looking for me?". It was your turn to ask questions now. Gojo's eyes widened. "I..I wanted to apologise for the way my friend behaved". He looked away cringing at his bleak excuse.

"After a whole week?".

"Yes. I found out that you were not the manager". You let out a chuckle but Gojo saw something that made his stomach churn. He saw a black-blue bruise along your neck which seemed to be spread on your shoulder too. He wanted to ask but he knew you would either won't answer him or give a false story. He saw your arms where your sleeves were rolled up and saw hints of dark red marks.

"You alright?". You were done with your food and Gojo was barely halfway through. "Yeah. Lost my appetite". He said sternly as he picked up both the boxes and went to discard them. You saw his retreating figure and wondered what could have caused the sudden shift. Wiping your mouth and hands you returned behind the counter. Gojo came upto you once again but this time he looked like he knew what he wanted. "When does your shift get over?".

"what do you want from me?". Your asked as you lifted a crate of soda to restock the fridge. Gojo took it from your hand and followed you to the fridge. "I just want to get to know you".

"Why?". You quipped arranging the cans in a line.

"I want to be your friend".

"Why?".

"I think you're... intresting". He said cluelessly. You chuckled and asked. "Who are you?".

"I am Gojo Satoru". You looked up at him and for a second you were lost in his cerulean eyes. You had never seen eyes like these. "You have beautiful eyes Gojo Satoru".

Gojo had been complimented on his eyes since he was a kid then why was he shying away now? Why did it hurt him seeing the pain in your eyes. He had never noticed someone's eyes before but yours, yours took his breath away.

"Hello?". You were snapped out of your daze when you saw your coworker enter. You sighed and took off your vest. "I'm off work now. You can leave". You walked back to the changing broom and removed your blue vest.

You pressed your hand over your chest to calm the insistent beating of your heart. You looked up in the mirror on the locker and chuckled. You looked like shit. Before your could leave your phone buzzed in your pocket.

I'm coming to pick you up. The text had your stomach churning and you understood that it was going to be along night.

Shutting the locker and entering your card in the machine to clock out you walked out the store in your free hoodie with your good pulled up. You thought he had left but you saw him leaning against his car smiling at you. He looked handsome. His tall and broad frame made him looked like a model. The Balck shirt only brought out the white of his hair and his eyes glowed in the florescent light of the store.

"Have a good night". You said hastily and turned away to walk in the other direction but he grabbed your wrist just in time making fall back and collide with his chest. You turned around to look up at him and felt the intensity of his gaze.

"Can I see you again? Tomorrow?".

"I gues I'll be here".

"Promise me you'll be here. Please". Gojo pleaded with his grip on your wrist tightening.

You bit your lip and looked around hoping that no one was watching you but to your dismay you saw your partner standing in an alley way looking at you. "Sure I promise. Tomorrow. I gotta go. Bye". You said and hurriedly walked towards your partner with your head hung low. Gojo watched you leave with a frown. Something seemed off. But he will get to the end of it tomorrow.

Just like he promised Gojo showed up to the same convience store in evening but just like last time you weren't there. He asked the cashier and he told him that you quit your job that morning. Gojo asked for your number but he didn't have it and just like last time you had given a fake name and just like last time Gojo felt hope leave his body. But this time Gojo was adamant on seeing you again.

[electricsoren]

Gonna kick the official start of this account with a personal read more post.

That way I know it's real.

You want to hear my screeching? Cool.

I'm mainly wanting to talk about how wild my life is now that I'm poly. And also coming to terms with my disabilities.

Right now I have 3 partners and I met each of them at completely different times in my life. I won't use names since I haven't asked if they are all ok with me mentioning them by name online, and I don't know if I'm comfortable with that either. Friends know and that's all that really matters, you know?

Anyways, there's my I guess primary life partner, and it's more of a queer platonic partner than anything else? But I adore them and we've known each other for about a year and a half now? (Holy shit time is fake has it really been that long?) So the whole disabled thing is something they're more used to, I've just been declining pretty quick this year.

Then there's one of my girlfriends who I used to actually briefly be roommates with. It was back when I was living with my abusers. Disability was getting a bit annoying, I was more aware of it but I could still push through it and I still worked my physically demanding jobs with little issues.

And lastly there's my other girlfriend, who is also my ex from before either of us came out. She's long distance right now but we dated when we were both young and I was able to push through and work through anything. Peak of my theme park time, working in attractions, monorails and other jobs. End of the relationship I had JUST started working in hotels.

I wasn't quiet aware of the differences in my health from back then until this week. Like I said I used to work physically demanding jobs and yeah it may take a little out of me but I was able to push through it. Hell last job I had in attractions I was becoming aware of my issues, but could just power through post of them.

Then November 2019 happened.

And now I'm working at a job I love, that LISTENS to me. I work 4 days a week, have a chair to sit at, and a team that is understanding of my heart conditions and will tell me to lay down in the back to feel better so I can either figure out if I need to leave or just need 30 minutes to an hour to reset. Thursday that happened, my boss had to come in and talk to me, we're short staffed right now, but he told me who to contact and that my coworker said I can take as long as I needed (well until her out time as she was a mid that day) get my coworker who works overnights to try to come as early as she can, which because of her other job was only a few minutes, and I still left at the regular time. But at least she still got there a little early so I could just focus on getting all my stuff finished.

Then yesterday, on Sunday I woke up with a migraine, like normal, popped some painkillers and immediately started feeling even shittier. Migraine was gone, but I was SO aware of my muscle fatigue and my heart was already going in overdrive. I thought I would get better when I get to work and I'm able to slow down, cause a lot of the time it's just I'm doing too much too fast to get ready and once I get to work, sit down and get in my groove I'm fine. That fine never came, I started apologizing to my coworker that I can't fake it today, went to the storage room to cry for a bit. I realized I was BAD and needed to go to the hospital. I spent a good hour or so trying to reach out to management. One of my bosses was out of state for a work conference and the other was also out of state, but for filming (at least I'm guessing that's why. Dude is both very secretive about his acting and very loud about it. I had no idea he was gone until he responded after I solved the problem and got coverage lol) one of my coworkers suggested to call our sister property to send someone over. So I did and waited the hour for her to get here. While I was waiting some regulars asked me if I was ok today. I was real with them and said no and that I was waiting for coverage to get here so I can go to the hospital down the road.

I don't want to get into my experience at the ER, but I'll just say as a disabled, fat AFAB person by myself it wasn't good. :) I got a note for work, which I didn't look at until I was heading to work. I figured since they just brushed me off at the ER for my blood work coming back fine it would tell me to return the next day, and it was just a "hey this person came by today." but it said 2 days. I knew I needed the two days, but I also knew I fucking needed to work. So I asked my boss if it was ok and he said as long as I was comfortable with it he was ok. I lasted MAYBE 20 minutes before I apologized to my coworker and looked for my boss to tell him I couldn't today. Everyone understood, told me to get better and I went home. Then an hour or so later my boss tells me to take the week off. And...I could tell it was a genuine, "we can see you're not doing well, please take care of yourself." type message and not a test? I still asked if he was sure because we're already down an agent. But he told me to rest and get better.

I'm...not used to being cared about in a workplace. When I hit this wall normally it's tough shit, brush yourself off and get right back on.

I even texted one of the group chats and let them know and they all are just telling me to rest and that my health is more important.

SORRY WOW THIS BECAME A RAMBLE. I REALLY DO BE BACK BABEY. But fr, I'm looking forward to posting again. I'm not going to be posting names or anything stupid like I used to. But I still want to share parts of my personal life.

I'm also wanting to get back into writing fan fic. But I'll have a separate blog for that, so it's all nice and together. But I'll reblog it on here.

[britt-kageryuu]

Mikey is messing around with the AR cooking area again. He's in a full chef uniform, and mixing some batter for some sweet treats. A sign reading 'River is on a mission!' Is propped up on the counter.

Chat has asked for some work stories.

"Okay, as much as I love the Restuarant, customers can be such a mixed bag of crazy!" Mikey says waving his mixing spoon for emphasis. He's pacing around while making sure not to over mix the batter.

"Like the other day I go to take the order of a guy sitting solo. I start the whole 'Welcome to Run of the Mill Restaurant!' Greetings, but instead of 'what can I get you today?' I said 'how are you doing today?' and the guy starts to vent to me!" He lightly shouts in exasperation. He puts the bowl down, and leans on the counter.

"He complains about how he misses the old days when his department had more people, but how the company kept subtly downsizing between people quitting and new hires coming in. Then apparently the higher ups want them to keep up a certain quota of activities while short staffed. And when asking for more time, or people they were told 'We can't give you more hours, and if we give you more people you would need to give them some of your hours instead!'...."

Mikey is staring straight at the camera with a flat kinda annoyed look on his face.

"I just stood there, and once he stopped I go, 'Sir, I may be studying for a degree in psychology and counseling, but this is a restaurant... And Unless you want to tip me very generously, please just tell me your order!'"

Mikey takes a minute to calm down before pouring the batter into some molds, and popping them in the oven.

"I sometimes wonder what kinds of customers are worse?" He says while setting a timer, and taking a seat.

Right as he's about to continue Donnie is heard screaming and dashes through the area like his tail is on fire. Followed by fast moving Roomba with a cackling River on top holding a tablet.

Mikey watches in concerned confusion, when Shelldon floats into frame.

"What's going on with them" Mikey asks pointing out the chaos that just passed.

"Dee made copies of us with cameras to check some place you guys can't fit, and River2 found something that freaked Dad out. So River who is transferring the video feed is chasing him with the tablet." Shelldon replies.

"Is the modified Roomba because she can't run after him fast enough?"

"Totally! This is the most awesome thing to happen in awhile Dude." Shelldon does a couple of flips and spins in joy.

"Huh, we sorry for the interruption chat, but it's not everyday we can scare the heck out of Dee." Mikey says his eyes following the chaos continuing behind the camera with faint screams and laughter being picked up by the camera. An oddly timed donation notification goes off with a graphic of River running with a piggy bank and a banner reading "Thank for the $20 MixMasterChefTurtleFan'

"That's quite the name, but thank you!" Mikey shouts, before checking the timer, and making sure his treats aren't burning because of an error in how he followed the recipe.

The stream continues with a couple stories of coworker shenanigans, and decorating the treats. Donnie and River only slightly forgotten, with many questions from chat on what might be scaring Dee.

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Masterpost

[reesescupss]

echo's of you (Dr. Sarah Reese x oc fic)

a/n: Hey so this is my first fic like ever lol, been a bit bored since I've finished school so I thought I would try something. I also have never actively used Tumblr much only lurked so forgive me. The fic is set mid-season 2 but I'm not really sure what direction this is gonna take in terms of following Sarah's plotline in the show. Anyways, suggestions are very welcome :)

The emergency department was short-staffed as always as Daisy walked through its doors for the first time, belongings in hand. She made her way to the reception desk and tapped and smiled warmly at the receptionist “Hey um”, she looked down at her name badge “Leah”.

 Leah, without evening looking up at her, seemingly annoyed, simply stated “Take a number and sit down honey it's gonna be about two hours” “Oh um im, not a patient, im the new receptionist here” Daisy smiled sheepishly. 

Leah raised her eyebrows “Sorry I forgot you were starting today, Daisy Morgan right?”, Daisy nodded, “alright, pop your stuff in one of the free lockers in the doctor's lounge to your right” Leah motioned over to the glass lounge “and then come back here and ill show you the basics”, Leah started furiously typing on her keyboard and Daisy took that as her queue to leave. 

With her hand to her head, trying to fight off that awkward encounter, she made her way to the doctor's lounge, to her left was a coffee machine that was sure to produce awful coffee, but she made a note of it mentally, this place looked like everyone needed to drink shit tons of the stuff.

To Daisy’s right was an old couch, and the lockers Leah was talking about were situated on the back wall.  She chucked her things in an empty one and turned back around to the door, out of the corner of her eye she spotted some doctors engaged in a serious conversation. 

Daisy’s gaze couldn't help but linger on the mass of dark brown curls, whose name badge stayed annoyingly out of view, suddenly the pretty stranger turned around and caught her eyes.

Embarrassed, Daisy shuffled out of the doctor's lounge and headed back to the reception desk, head down.  If Daisy had turned and looked back, she would’ve noticed that pretty stranger flash a smile in her direction. 

"Alright, the first rule of being an ED receptionist," Leah said as she handed Daisy her hospital ID. "You’re not just a receptionist. You’re the anchor. The calm in the chaos. Got it?” 

Daisy nodded, though her grip on the badge suggested felt anything but calm. Leah smirked. "Don’t worry. You’ll get used to the adrenaline. Now, let’s start with the basics." She turned the binder toward her, pointing to a Patient Check-In Protocol page. 

"Step one: Every person who walks through that door is either in pain, panicking, or both. Your job is to keep your voice steady and your tone gentle. Like this." She straightened her posture and mimed typing. "'Hi, welcome to the emergency department. How can we help you today?' Got it?" 

Daisy hesitated. "What if they’re... you know, yelling?" Leah raised an eyebrow. "Oh, they’ll yell. You’ll get the whole spectrum; crying, shouting, even the occasional insult. Just remember: it’s not about you. They’re scared” Daisy nodded again, this time with more confidence. 

"Step two," Leah continued, flipping the page, "the system." She gestured at the computer screen. "This is where everything happens. You'll log patient info, assign triage levels, and communicate with the back. Don’t let the software intimidate you, it’s basically just organised chaos." "Organised chaos," Daisy echoed, glancing at the clusters of tabs and charts on the screen.

 As the shift went on, Leah walked Daisy through the rest: handling ambulance calls, navigating tricky patient families, and the all-important skill of balancing speed with accuracy. Every so often, Daisy would glance over her shoulder, hoping to catch of glimpse of the curly-headed stranger, but she only managed to spot her walking across to file some paperwork in the middle of the emergency department. 

Daisy’s eyes raked up and down the stranger's form, although she was too far away to spot a name badge if she could just- “Ok, I think we're all done here” Leah remarked and snapped Daisy out of her lustful state.

“Oh yes thank you so much for your help Leah, im in tomorrow to do a shadow shift right?” Daisy cocked her head, “yes, and by the way, that doctor you've been ogling at, her name is Doctor Reese” Leah smiled.

 “What ogling? But yes, um, thank you, Leah, for the wonderful training I ought to go now”, Daisy awkwardly stood up and quickly retreated to the doctor's lounge to grab her things. She silently cursed to herself the whole way there, was it that obvious she was checking the Doctor out?

[loreaday-fr]

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[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Core Disaster Week-- Day 4

Mission Report: May 24, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Meet the Batfamily

Summary: Yes, I’m writing a report for this, because you’re all fucking assholes and I hate your fucking guts. I hope that Dick turns into a vampire and murders you all like that weird dream I had. (Also, I would totally not be that easy to kill? Seriously? Just curb-stomp my head? Didn’t even ask if I wanted to join your vampire regime, but Jason, Jason got asked before you killed him? Seriously? Asshole). 

Notes: I promise you, I swear on the souls of all of those who have fallen on Gotham’s streets, I will have my revenge, and it will be sweet and swift, and you will all fear the name Timothy Drake-Wayne till the ends of time. You will wish the Dick turned into a vampire and killed or turned you all. (Seriously, it was a weird dream and I have no idea where it came from. No, Bart, it wasn’t the LSD, now be quiet). 

Notes For B: I apologise in advance for the fact that you will be short-staffed for the next couple weeks. I hope you understand though, the whole “I am Vengeance” and all that shit. 

Report: I had not actually told anyone in the family about my new relationship. It wasn’t secret per se, but I also didn’t want to have to deal with Dick’s insufferable attitude, or Wally giving me a shovel-talk about dating his first-cousin-once-removed, or Jason making fun of me for not realising that my two best friends were my soulmates. 

Thing was, I hadn’t told Bart or Kon this, so when we had a job helping out Dick’s team this morning and Dick and Wally started doing their obnoxious PDA thing, they decided it would be fun to get them back. Kon and Bart started laying it on thick, flirting with me instead of actually paying attention to the fight. This was annoying for two reasons. One– these two idiots were paying as much attention to my order as they were at one-upping my brother and his boyfriend– and two– my brother caught on pretty fast that we were soulmates after that. 

Naturally, Dick approached me after the fight for interrogation, right when I was yelling at my two idiot boyfriends for flirting instead of fighting. He overheard and quickly figured out what was going on. He pulled me into a tight hug from behind, lifting me off my feet and squealing about how “baby bird found his soulmates” over and over again while spilling around with me in his arms. I smacked him over the head a couple times with my bo staff but he didn’t seem to care. 

As soon as he put me down, he called Alfred and told Bart and Kon that they were coming to a family dinner that night. He didn’t even ask them if they knew my identity and I didn’t get a chance to explain that they only knew me as Tim Drake and therefore were not aware of anyone else in the family’s identity. 

They came, of course. Kon almost fainted from shock when he revealed that Bruce Wayne was Batman, and also my father. Really, they could have just looked me up, but they didn’t. 

Then, came the stuff you assholes all know about, because you created it! Wally managed to corner me and give me a long, long shovel talk while the rest of you “tested to see if they were good enough for me.” I don’t know what all you did to them, but I’ve never seen Bart look as terrified of anyone as he did of Dick when he sat down at the table, or Kon as scared as he was of Jason. 

You’re all assholes and you better tell me what you did to my soulmates, or else I’m going to kill you all!!!*

*no, no actual killing, B. I would never actually kill anyone.

[dumplingsjinson]

Okay so rant ahead because I'm lowkey annoyed and stressed lmao.

So basically, I booked a holiday with my family earlier last month to Hong Kong and Japan from December to January.

I told my manager about it today via messages, this morning at 10am.

At 9:40pm, I get a message from the head pharmacist in the work group chat we have, saying something along the lines of "We can't let people take leave before Christmas because we're short staffed."

And now I'm out here wondering if they were talking to each other about it (they are pretty close and have worked together for a long time), and instead of reaching out to ME PERSONALLY, they fucking shade me in the group chat. I could be overthinking and that might not be the case but it sure feels like it.

And now I'm also worried they will fire me! But I also doubt they will due to how short staffed they are, and it wouldn't only just fuck me over but it would fuck them over if they fire me now. Especially since they take a LONG TIME to hire new staff (bitches out here taking a month to hire ONE PERSON, no wonder you're short fucking staffed).

But still, I'm worried lmfao.

I've talked to my friends about it and they were like "Yeah, they probably won't fire you due to how short staffed they are, and they can't NOT let you go on the holiday you've already booked."

I messaged my manager (again) right away, as well as the head pharmacist about it PRIVATELY because that's the professional fucking way to do things, and told them I already had the holidays booked well in advance and that I can't cancel things due to their own tardiness in hiring people (obviously I didn't say the whole tardiness part), and am waiting for a response. It's night time, so I don't expect a response right away (though my manager could have definitely reached out to me WHEN I SENT THAT MESSAGE THIS FUCKING MORNING), but if they don't respond then I'm going to sort it out when I get back to work on Tuesday.

And also, I didn't tell them right away last month when I booked in the holidays because I was thinking "If I tell them next month (which is now), they'd still have TWO MONTHS to sort their shit out and hire more people." In hindsight, I probably should have told them the moment I booked the holidays so I guess it's partially my fault. BUT AGAIN, two months fucking notice should be more than enough and the fact that I'm even giving them this long should show them I'm at least somewhat considerate of their staffing issues in which they created themselves.

Also, I'm a casual!! So I don't need to be giving them this long of a fucking notice, to be goddamn honest with you.

But of course they decide to throw that shit in my face and get annoyed for their own inadequacy in hiring people within a short time frame.

AnyWAY, yeah. I'm saur annoyed at their inadequacy to reach out to me for clarification or whatever, but if they need proof that I booked this shit in earlier on, than I have the receipts.

And also, I told them during the interview that I might be going on this trip so!! BITCH. I TOLD YOU. Don't turn this around on me and make it look like I'm the bad guy!

[187days]

Day One Hundred Five

Okay, well, I wrote on Friday that a teacher had resigned, and now I know why. I'm probably not supposed to know, but it's hardly the first time that's happened. Obviously, I'm not going to write all about it here, but it's bad. It'd be less bad if we could find a replacement quickly, but, of course, there's a nationwide teacher shortage, so that's unlikely. Rescheduling students is a nightmare that makes me very thankful I'm not a school counselor right how.

I also wrote a politely annoyed email to The Principal about something totally unrelated, but he probably won't have time to address it for a bit, which is... also annoying? There's nothing for it, though. Again, it's the joys of being short-staffed.

I sometimes wonder if it's clear to people in my life (or readers here) how hard it actually is. I mean, I don't want to dwell on it all the time in conversations I have in real life or in these blog entries because that's just depressing and unproductive, and my day to day teaching life is pretty good, for the most part.

Like, today was totally fine. I mean, it was a little bit rocky in APGOV because half my students were absent due to Covid, sports, or something else. But I still did test review as planned: the students who were there could ask me anything they wanted to. Once they had no more questions, I let them study on their own, or do whatever else they felt like doing (a couple girls started planning a "Galentines" party since their boyfriends won't be out of Covid quarantine in time for Valentine's Day). In Global Studies, my ninth graders shared what they'd learned about child soldiers from the research they'd done on Friday, and then we discussed the DDR process and how it works (because I want them to understand major world issues, but also the efforts to solve them). That discussion was particularly deep in the two afternoon sections; they really got into the level of global commitment it takes to make a difference.

So yeah, good stuff happened in my classroom today. It's the stuff that happens outside of it that is tough to deal with sometimes.

[frengerino]

work-related rant under the cut enter at your own risk

After I graduated last month my stress was eased so much that I started my period again. I feel physically healthier than I have in years. Mentally too. But no one else seems to be seeing that.

At work I'm constantly asked if I'm ok, if I'm stressed, I feel like people are walking on eggshells around me, why is my serenity not shining through? Do they see something I don't? Am I overcompensating like I always do, and this is all going to manifest in a physical health crash again? Am I the freak who swears they're SOOO MENTALLY NORMAL but you can tell they're falling apart?

I just want everyone in my daily life at work to understand that I'm not stressed or worried or upset. Never in any meaningful way. It's so frustrating to be perceived as someone who's about to snap when I'm actually completely fine, that I'm afraid I'm actually GOING to snap because I'm so fucking annoyed.

[coworker] says nothing I do goes unnoticed but I don't even notice what I'm doing anymore. I'm not a very good team lead and I never really was. I feel like I'm not really cut out for my own job, and now we're so short staffed that I have even more jobs. I wish I could just be a surgery tech like the ones I met in Nashville, just same thing day in day out, barely talking to clients, never really seeing the floor. That clinic felt chaotic but it was so easy to just work without being responsible for everyone.

I guess I have to reach out to the people who keep asking me if I'm okay and ask them what they're seeing. Or are they just predicting my reactions based on how I've been in the past? Why are other people allowed to be shitty and have bad moods and I'm not? Why are other people allowed to say things that don't conform to the culture and I'm not? Am I imposing rules on myself or is it true that I'm held to a different standard?

I should probably back up and think about all the things I do right and that I do well. Like, I obviously don't actually suck at my job. I have things I need to work on but who doesn't. We have a new hire starting next week and I really like her and I don't want her to see me as some terrible reactive person because APPARENTLY that's what other people are seeing??? Or am I misunderstanding everything and they're asking because they care, not because they're afraid of me?

[shadowhoodie13]

The “nobody wants to work” argument is so fucking annoying to hear from older gens especially parents. How do I explain that my friends apply to 40+ jobs in the area get no confirmation that they don’t want them, maybe get 1-2 interviews out of 40 applications and only 1 job calls them back.

Not to mention that during what few interviews they get depending on who’s doing the interview they might not get a job simply cause of their dyed hair and piercings. I hear my mom complain all day abt them being short staffed but never takes interns w visible unnatural hair colors/piercings or tattoos. You can’t fucking complain if you don’t want the ppl who look slightly different from the “norm”.

I have a friend who doesn’t own a car and I don’t think she has her license either, we live in a more suburb like city with no public transportation that isnt school buses. She bikes or walks everywhere and had to walk an hour to a different store location cause they needed an extra hand. I had to remind her recently that if she gets asked during interviews if she can drive herself/what her mode of transportation is that she doesn’t have to respond cause that’s fucking illegal to ask (at least in the states it is).

The news saying that gen z is the hardest to work with adds to this bs. Ppl just don’t want to work in shitty work environments with coworkers who treat you like dog shit for crap pay. We prioritize our health and don’t tolerate being talked down to and that upsets some of the older gens. I personally am working in a greenhouse and all my managers/bosses are gen x - boomer age range and I can tell she gets kinda annoyed when I’m slowing down simply cause it’s 5-15* higher inside the greenhouse than it is outside and I’m trying to not get heat stroke, my muscles ache from reaching carrying and moving heavy carts of flowers, I have bruises all over my thighs due to trying to help customers and I’m trying to not work myself ragged. I’m sorry that you’re stuck here but you’re getting a hell of a lot higher pay than I am, I will be taking my days off to recuperate.

I feel like a good shorthand for a lot of economics arguments is "if you want people to work minimum wage jobs in your city, you need to allow minimum wage apartments for them to live in."

"These jobs are just for teenagers on the weekends." Okay, so you'll use minimum wage services only on the weekends and after school. No McDonald's or Starbucks on your lunch break.

"They can get a roommate." For a one bedroom? A roommate for a one bedroom? Or a studio? Do you have a roommate to get a middle-wage apartment for your middle-wage job? No? Why should they?

"They can live farther from city center and just commute." Are there ways for them to commute that don't equate to that rent? Living in an outer borough might work in NYC, where public transport is a flat rate, but a city in Texas requires a car. Does the money saved in rent equal the money spent on the car loan, the insurance, the gas? Remember, if you want people to take the bus or a bike, the bus needs to be reliable and the bike lanes survivable.

If you want minimum wage workers to be around for you to rely on, then those minimum wage workers need a place to stay.

You either raise the minimum wage, or you drop the rent. There's only so long you can keep rents high and wages low before your workforce leaves for cheaper pastures.

"Nobody wants to work anymore" doesn't hold water if the reason nobody applies is because the commute is impossible at the wage you provide.

[somewherenotcaring-blog]

Ok. I’ll be forward about it.

I think that the front likes C and he likes them.

He approaches the items with care.

He’s thoughtful.

Now, I try to be always on 16 and under, because IT MATTERS. It needs a quality start. I don’t really need for want help with it…………… I want to do it with nobody in my way.

With regard to the other line near the fence.

This is just people who annoy me. Who are like “and they didn’t sweep the mud off my bus?????!!!!! I’ll sue!”

One part is people who really need to be left with a door open…………… now I try to hop on. I try to give whoever a quality start that I can. You just have to understand that sometimes said person is like very insistent that it’s their back lining the fence.

I try to send the *leaves doors open* guy, *yanks the bus on* guy to people I feel deserve him.

But I also try to do a quality start where I can, when I can.

Just understand that sometimes said person is insistent on starting said row……… not much I can really do about that except place myself in a position I deem necessary……… block a continue. Lead to another direction.

And when we have more people, hopefully things will change. Hopefully, things will go differently. But it does matter when you’re leaving doors open on like Tuesday…….

You can’t pull that ish Tuesday………..

You can’t pull that ish when it’s snowing, and the open doors cause ice on the stairs WHICH IS ESPECIALLY OFFENSIVE TO THE FRONT, because they come in much later. So a 2 hour+ snow accumulation could be present on their stairs. IT’S A VALID COMPLAINT.

That is why he doesn’t do the front, unless absolutely necessary. His quality of work cannot be on the 16s. He tried to insist. I said, no thx. I got it.

Every 5AM I go back, and I’m insistent on starting 20 vs 10 all on my own. Now, I don’t care if you don’t go help. But, it’s when I’m going up to you and telling you that YOU NEED TO HELP TODAY. And you say you refuse.

Sweetheart, there’s no “I refuse” here

And again, most 5AMs, I’m insistent on starting the 20 in the back on my own.

Being a special occasion. Being that I am telling you to go do something that was your job to do…………………… it’s your job to do what I’m telling you to do. That’s what you’re getting paid for. I’m not asking you to clean poo in a bathroom…………… I’m asking you to do what you agreed to do at 5AM for an hour. You didn’t sign an “I agree to do the front”. Every bus you agreed to do………..

The “I refuse” is way out of line……………

The attitude is way out of line…………..

We’ll have to wait and see how things play out………. I can report the “I refuse” to the office, and maybe they’ll decide to not have him back.

They could decide that. We are short staffed, so they may not. We’ll have to play it out and see as time goes on………..

[priestoctober99]

PONOS

Sometimes I wonder if my work ethic makes me one of a Greek god. Ponos in fact.

Or maybe I could just be a narcissist and think of myself above others when they don’t meet my expectations. I’ve been in therapy for 8 months now and haven’t been diagnosed as a narcissist but I’ll be damned if I don’t feel like one sometimes.

How come I expect everybody I work with to put in the exact amount of work as I do to get the same results. Why is it that I get so disappointed and annoyed when my expectations don’t go the way it should be. In fact I think right about now that’s the biggest obstacle in me managing my anger! ( which I have done a good job at lately.)

For instance, today at work, Monday, our busiest day of the week, we are already short staffed and an older woman wants to leave to go home early. Why are you telling me this as soon as I come through the door to clock in? Why are you leaving early on our busiest day? Why didn’t you text me this so I could have some sort of mental preparation. And you could say “Now Priest! Did you let her know to let you know that if things come up for her to contact you?” No. No I did not and I know that’s the rational thing but damn it let me be mad! This is my page! You’ve seen me at all my other emotion! Let me be upset for once!

I absolutely hate last minute changes. It drives me crazy. But maybe I’m still working on lowering my expectations and not getting upset about things I can’t control or not actually happening to begin with. Everybody has a movie of the future in their heads, an idea of how the future will go if we plan it. But things don’t always happen that way so why does it hurt so badly when it doesn’t, why does it absolutely piss me off that people can’t be on the same level as me sometimes.

I exhale as I type this next part.

It’s because we all have something going on and I need to work on being more understanding and not as controlling over everybody. I love being head honcho so much that shit makes me exhausted. I’m not saying I’m gonna start lowering my expectations for people…..but I am lowkey gonna start doing that. NOT NEGATIVELY…..just for my own wellbeing. But how does one do this without not thinking they’re better than others? Something I’ll have to discuss with Tiffany, my therapist. That’s her name.

Lately I feel as if I’ve been making a string of negative posts on here and for that I apologize, I’ll shake sum into happiness here soon but as of right now I’m doing my best.

Drumming is going good, I’m learning how to produce. I’ll still in therapy. Caught up now? Good. Have a good day and remember the world doesn’t revolve around you. ( even tho it’s so sweet when it feels like it does.)