#the person on the phone helping me was REALLY nice and the actual employees are NICE

[yoshistory]

god these unemployment fuckers are sooo annoying ... "we got notice you didnt respond to emails from a representative who's offering job reccomendations" mfers those aren't automated and i have to reply saying "thank you"!?!?!!?!?!! what do you mean. "you ghosted a representative" did not realize that person was real.

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Taeyeon and IU’s Plan 

Smut and Story Building (Sex, Deep Penetration, Defloration, Creampie, Fingering, Blowjob) 

Chapter 3

4,315 Words

(IU finds out that Taeyeon has been looking through her phone that filled with her sexual experiences with her boss. Taeyeon is convinced by IU to get a taste and comes up with a plan. Taeyeon gets more than what she can handle. OC gets a little surprised but is more than happy to accept it.) 

A few weeks pass, and every time Taeyeon stays at IU’s apartment, she notices hints of your sexual relationship with IU. Anything like cum covered panties, cummed covered skirts and marks on IU’s thighs and chest. 

She can’t hold on any longer; she needs to confront her friend about the type of relationship the two of you have. Taeyeon tries to find the looks for the best moment to talk to her about this. 

“I’m going to ask her today; I can’t wait anymore. It’s awkward every time I see the two of them together.” 

Taeyeon arrives earlier than usual and prepares dinner for the both of them, “Some pasta would be nice and easy to do. She changes into some comfortable clothes and gathers all the necessary items to make the meal. 

“Taeyeon, I’m home.”

“Welcome back. I made dinner for us.”

“Aww, that’s nice of you. Let me change.”

“Okay, I’ll set the dinner table.”

Taeyeon sets the dinner table and waits for IU to take a seat before serving her. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing much. I just got tired of ordering takeout and wanted to make something homemade.”

“Haha, you should do this more often.”

“I’ll try, only when I’m done early. Anyways, how was your day? Don’t think we have talked comfortably in the past few days.”

“Hmm… nothing much. Just the same old thing. You know, helping with ranking the trainees, setting up meetings, and doing my duties as the CEO’s assistant.”

“What kind of duties do you have?”

“Just busy stuff like going over his daily and weekly schedule, setting up his meetings, sometimes bringing him his meals or some do simple tasks.”

“Seems like he has you overworking yourself.”

“Ah, no, that’s not true. He also has Irene as the secondary assistant. We share the tasks here and there. It's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. But there are times when it does get busy, and I come home tired.”

“Is he nice to you?”

“He can be a bit tough, but he treats me nice. He asks how I’m doing, buys me nice things like jewelry, and gives me spending money.”

“Seems like the two of you have more than a boss-and-employee relationship.”

IU smiles and tries to play it off, but Taeyeon teases her, “Omg, are you and your boss something?” IU can’t help but grin, causing Taeyeon to push deeper, “I kind of figured the two of you were a thing. Is it actually a thing or work sex?”

“Haha, why do you want to know? Are you perhaps interested?”

“No! I just wanted to ask since you have been acting a bit differently.” 

“Hmm.. okay. I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Taeyon is now completely invested in finding out their relationship and eagerly nods, “Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, remember how I told you that my family has financial issues?”

“Yeah, of course. You said that your family was struggling really back, especially your mom.”

“I wanted to help her somehow, so I contacted some people and became his personal assistant. This meant I had to service him at the workplace and him “personally.” I knew it was bound to happen and did it for my mother’s sake. So I had my first time with him. I thought I would hate him, but he’s really caring. He and I aren’t dating; it’s just a work relationship. I’ve been with him for a bit over a year and learned that it’s better to take the initiative and serve him than for him to act on it. If he has to ask for it when he might fuck you based on his mood, and trust me, that might be a bit dangerous. So I learned to read his mood and service him.”

“Oh wow. I didn’t know it was that serious.”

“The pay is really good, and the benefits are much better. This is one of the reasons why I have this apartment, and my mom is living in a nice house.”

Taeyeon hesitants but asks, “By the way, how far have you gone? Like, what do you do?”

“Well… the first few times, it was just regular sex, then it was a handjob and blow job. As time kept going, we would do more stuff, like me giving him head in his office or having sex in there too.”

“Have you two done anal?”

“Ahh, I haven’t, but he’s done it with someone else.” 

“Who?”

“Irene, his other assistant.”

“He fucks her too?”

“Yeah, and let me tell you this. Their relationship is much different than mine. She didn’t want to service him and learned the hard way. Anyways, are you interested?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to hide it, Taeyeon. I know you looked through my panties in my hamper and went through my phone.” 

Taeyeon panics and lies, “No, I didn’t do that.” 

“Don’t lie, that phone is something that he gave me. It screen records every time someone tries to log in. So I know that you’ve been looking at my videos of him fucking me.”

Taeyeon panics, and it shows. IU reads Taeyeon like a book and teases her by asking, “Are you interested in him?”

“Ahh, no! I’m just interested.”

“Lies, I’ve heard your moaning during the night. I know that you’re sexually interested and frustrated.”

“No, you’re wrong.” 

“I mean, if you are, and I know you are. It will make my job easier. There are so many things I have to do, and if he’s busy with you, then that means I have to spend less time servicing him. What do you think?”

“Umm… I don’t know.”

“I’ll even help you. I’ll tell you the best time and even get him a bit tipsy for you, haha.”

“You’ll help me?”

“Yeah, you’re my friend. It’s not like I have anything to lose. Look, I’ll even show you some pictures from today,” as IU pulls out her phone and shows Taeyeon a video of you getting your cock sucked and you cumming in her mouth and face. IU notices Taeyeon slide her hand between her legs and rubs herself under the table, “Don’t tell me you don’t see yourself being in my place. Just imagine his hot cum on your face and going down your throat.”

“Hmm… you said you’ll help me, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of everything. You just got to follow my advice, and you’ll be good.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” causing IU to smile.

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“Is that the last schedule for the day?”

“Yes, sir. You’re done for the day. Are you planning on dining out?”

“No, I just want to go home and rest. This was a busy and long weekend; I wanted to have a drink and relax. I’ll probably go out tomorrow.”

“Would you still like me to service you later tonight?”

“Hmm… actually, how about we share a drink?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.”

You gather all your belongings and head to your apartment with IU. The two of you wait for the elevator and can’t help but notice the large height difference between the both of you, almost a foot apart. The elevator door slides open, and the two of you enter and scan your keycard to the top floor. 

Arriving at the top floor, you walk down a long hallway towards the single, large door on the floor and insert your code to enter, “Finally, back home.” The two of you take your shoes off, leave your items on the table by the hallway, and sit on the large couch. 

“Would you like me to serve you the usual?”

“Yes, please.”

IU heads towards the kitchen and to the alcohol cabinet and grabs a bottle and two glass cups. She pours the both of you a drink and walks back. “Here you, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I like your initiative, Ji-eun. You’ve become a reliable assistant.”

“No, thank you, sir. For the opportunity to serve you and the help to my family.”

“Ahh, yes. How’s your mother doing?”

“She’s doing well, thanks to your generosity.”

“No need to thank me; it’s all due to your hard work.”

IU grabs the bottle once more and pours another drink as you enjoy the view from the top floor of the building. Watching the sunset is one of your favorite things after coming home from a long day. 

“Would you like me to order you takeout, sir?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

“What would you like?”

“You can choose.”

“Okay, I’ll place an order.”

You place your drink down and change into something more comfortable while waiting for the food to arrive. IU sets the table, cleans a bit of the living room, and places your items where they belong. “Would you like another drink?”

“Yeah, I could go for another one.”

She serves you another drink, and you take small sips as you continue to enjoy the view from your living room couch. You and IU have a small conversation about some of the schedule for next week and about the process of the trainees when IU’s phone pings. “Sorry, sir. It’s the delivery person; I’m going to go down to the lobby and meet them. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge door, and grab a couple of beers for the meal. You wait for IU to arrive and check your messages. When you hear the door ring go off, signaling that IU was coming inside. 

“Sir, I’m back.”

“Nice, I grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us.”

“Sir, I met Taeyeon in the lobby and asked her to join us. Would that be okay with you, sir?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“She’ll be coming up in a few. She just went to get changed.”

“Okay, let's get the table ready for three.”

After a few minutes, the doorbell rings, and IU opens the door for Taeyeon. “Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me into your house.”

“It’s no problem; you’re welcome anytime; come take a seat.” 

Taeyeon sits on the couch across from you," Would you like a beer?”

“Yes, I’ll take one.” he grabs a beer and opens it. She crosses her legs, and you catch a glimpse of her not wearing any panties. You try not to look at it, but you can’t help but admire her thighs. 

“The pizza is ready.”

“Thanks; actually, do you think it would be better to eat here in the living room since it’s pizza?”

“We could do that,” says IU.

“I’ll help you, Ji-eun,” standing up and helping bring the plates to the living room table. 

With everyone sitting down, you all grab a slice of pizza and a beer and start to eat. You ask Taeyeon about her week and if she’s comfortable as the vocal coach. 

“I like it here; the place is beautiful, the staff is nice, and the trainees are very hardworking.” 

“That’s good to hear. Better than SM, huh.”

“Haha, yeah, it is,” she laughs.

IU mentions that she’s been hearing positive feedback from the trainees ever since she started and congratulated her on a good job. Taeyeon smiles and puts her feet on the couch, giving you a better view of her private area. 

You try not to look, but you can’t help your curiosity and eye her every time she moves her legs. IU notices this and asks, " Taeyeon, would you mind passing me a napkin?”

“Sure,” and she reaches for the napkin, allowing you to get a glimpse of her cleavage under the oversized shirt. IU looks at you and smiles, knowing that the plan is working.

“Like what you, sir?”

You turn around to IU, “What do you mean?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw.”

You see IU’s smile and turn to Taeyeon and see her smile. “What’s going on?”

IU says, “What do you think, sir? She wants you.”

“Is that true?”

“What do you think? I wouldn’t give a show to just anyone,” says Taeyeon.

“Hmm… So the both of you planned this.”

“You catch on quick, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll play your game. Taeyeon, you must be aware of the type of relationship I have with Ji-eun, right?”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Calling her bluff, you stand up, walk towards her, and extend your hand. “Alight, since you want to play, we can go right now.”

“R…right now?” looking at IU, who only smiles.

Knowing what will happen, she takes your hand and follows your lead to one of the bedrooms. The both of you hear a small chuckle from IU, and her saying, “Have fun,” before you close the door.

“You want to play? Let's see if you’re game,” and sit on the one-seater coach in the room. 

Taeyeon stands there, confused about what you mean. “Strip.”

Taeyeon is caught off guard by your command and hesitates. You repeat it once more, “Strip.” Understanding you’re serious; she stands before you crosses her arms, and removes her oversized shirt and then her loose, small shorts. 

In front of you is a completely nude Taeyeon. She has small breasts and a clean, shaven cunt. Without saying a word, you scan her body, from her feet to her head. She turns around and gives you a view of her behind, “Amazing. I can’t believe a member from Girls Generation is standing in front of me, nude.”

You signal her to approach you and say, “Come over here.” You grab both her hands and her right in front of you. You lick your index and middle finger and rub her lower lips. She moans at the sudden touch of your warm fingers against her cold skin. Using your two fingers, you trace and swirl the outside of her lips until you feel her moist. 

You remove your fingers, pull her towards you, and pick her up. She suddenly yelps from being picked up and notices you walking towards the bed. You toss her onto the bed and watch her reaction as you spread her legs wide open, giving you an embarrassed look. She tries to cover her pussy, to which you tease her and say, “I guess you’re all talk and no game,” giving her a smirk. She gets offended and removes her hands out of pride, responding, “I’m not all talk; I can back it up, too.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out.”

“Don’t need it, I can play along.”

“Alright. Let’s play.” 

You remove your shirt and shorts and toss it to the couch. Taeyeon’s heart begins to race as she’s focused on your boxers and sees you pull them down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You pull her towards you and her folds once you say, “You have a really nice pussy right here.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I can’t wait to fuck you,” grabbing your cock and pressing it against her lower lips. She pushes your cock away and says, “Wait, you’re not going to wear a condom?”

You stop and are surprised by the most ridiculous question and reply, “What do you mean a condom? I only fuck, raw. Why? You don’t want to?”

No, I was just wondering. I heard that it’s important to wear a condom.”

“I check myself regularly, so I’m good. Are you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, then we’re all good to continue, right?”

“Yeah,” turning her head around and thinking of all the possibilities of fucking without a condom. 

You grab your cock with your right hand and give it a few pumps and press it against her lower lips. You look at Taeyeon and see her face of anticipation, waiting for your next move. With your hardened cock against her entrance, you smack it against her folds right before inserting yourself inside of her. 

Taeyeon groans from the pain of your cock making its way through her tight walls. “Fuck… you’re so tight!” as you shove more of your cock inside her. Due to the pain, Taeyeon grabs onto the bedsheets with all her might. 

Suddenly, Taeyeon screams when you shove your whole length inside of her in one go. “Wait…Wait… pull out, pull out, you’re breaking me!”

Seeing her in pain, you pull out your cock, and caress her cheek, “Are you okay?” Taeyeon replies, “You’re too big; I thought it was going to die. Give me some time to get myself together.”

‘Wait… don’t tell me” as you look down and look at the tip of your cock covered in a thin layer of red. 

She nods her head in tears and says, “Yeah, it’s my first time.” You’re surprised by her comment and would have never known that this would be her first time, but the idea of being her first man makes you hard again. 

You grab a tissue, get yourself cleaned, and reassure Taeyeon that you’ll make it pleasurable. She nods and wipes the tears off her face before you move on to insert yourself once more. 

With your cock at the entrance of her, slowly insert your length; Taeyeon groans from the slight pain in her walls and begins to stretch to their limits, “Ow… you’re still too big.” You get on the bed, get on top of her, and begin to kiss her neck and play with her breast as you move inside of her. 

Taeyeon slowly forgets about the pain and focuses on the pleasure of your kissing and her tits, “Hmm, yeah… that feels good, don’t stop.” You move towards her breast and take her nipple into your mouth as you play with the other. She continues to moan and let free of her nipple and continue to thrust your cock.

Taeyeon wraps her arms around your neck now that she’s comfortable with your length. You increase the pace of your thrusting, causing her to moan and even laugh, “I can’t describe the feeling, but it feels so good!” 

“Just wait, it's going to feel better,” as you place her into a mating press. With her legs pushed back, you do a strong thrust, each other’s pelvis smacking against each other. “How do you like that? Can you feel it deep inside you?”

“Ahh.. yeah, I can feel the difference. My womb is taking the shape of your cock!” Her hands move towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples as she feels her orgasm coming. 

Seeing her pleasuring herself, you can’t help but tease her as you focus your focus on her clit. Taeyeon yelps, asking you to stop because she can feel an overwhelming feeling approaching.

Instead, you place it between your thumb and your index finger and give it a nice pinch. This causes Taeyeon to instantly cum, as you feel a rush of fluid covering your cock. You pull out and enjoy the scene of her orgasm as her body violently shakes. You watch as she rides her orgasm and decide to tease her, so you insert your middle finger and begin to thrust inside her cunt. “Don’t… don’t do that, you’re going to make me come! Stop!” It didn’t take her long for her to reach her second orgasm. “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!” as a gush of fluid sprays and her body spasms. 

“Wow, I didn’t have to do much. Seems like you don’t relieve yourself often, but that won’t be a problem now that I’m here. You’re going to be a good fucking with me, but now that you had your fun, it’s my turn.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I need to get my fill too, you know.” 

“Please… wait,” not letting her finish her sentence as you insert your cock inside. She throws her head back and screams, “Oh fuck! You’re going to mess me up inside!” Her walls tighten around your cock, not used to having your massive length inside of it. 

“Your walls want to squeeze my cock, fuck you feel so tight.” You start to pump your cock inside her slippery walls, feeling all the grooves and crevices of her meaty flesh. 

You listen to the beautiful sound of Taeyeon’s moaning as you thrust inside of her for what feels like ten minutes. Taeyeon is a complete mess; her hair is ruined, and her body is all sweaty. The tipsy sensation has disappeared, and let her know that you’re about to reach your peak, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

“Wait… what did you say?”

“I said I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

Puzzled, she tries to come up with an answer, and it is taking longer than what you’re used to. Not wanting to hold it in any longer, you decide where you want to bust your load. Feeling the weird feeling of your cock throbbing your cock she says, “Outside, do it outside,” but it's too late.

The amount of time she wastes on deciding, you end up making the choice for her. You pull your cock out and do one last thrust when you hear her say she wants you to cum outside. Instead, all she hears is, “Fuck! I’m cumming!” Her eyes widen when she hears your comment, and she is bombarded with a large wave of cum flooding her womb. 

She cries, “So hot! Pull out!” That only makes you want to shove your cock in deep and paint her womb white. 

After finishing your orgasm, you notice Taeyeon looking at her bulging belly, filled with your load. You pull out and watch as she presses her fingers on her stomach, causing a large amount of cum to ooze out. “I told you to do it outside.”

“You took too long, so I made a choice. Plus, I normally cum inside of my girls, so there shouldn’t be an issue, right?”

“But I’m not one of your girls. I’m not IU or Irene.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You are not them, but since you took my hand, you’re mine now.” 

“You don’t own me.”

“Haha, says the person with the cum of their boss inside of her.”

She sees your smirk and realizes that you’re right; she does have her belly full of your cum right now. “Don’t smirk.”

“You know, I’m right. How about another round?”

“Another round?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you’re up for it.”

Taeyeon’s pride doesn’t let her back down; she wants to wipe that grin off your face, even if it means going another round. She looks down at you and notices your hardened cock. “Alright, I can do another round.”

“Haha, alright. Let's change the scenery,” as you extend your hand. She takes your hand, and you walk her to the balcony. She looked down and saw the campus and trainees walking in groups back to their dorms after a long Friday night. 

You kiss her nape, which causes her to shiver, and her nipples harden. “Put your hands against the railing.” 

“Why?”

“Don’t worry. Just let me lead, and enjoy.”

“Okay.”

You raise her right leg up in the air, and with your left hand, you position your cock to her entrance. “What are you do… ahhh” as she feels your cock penetrating her cunt once more. The both of you spend the whole night fucking throughout the penthouse, the balcony, living room, kitchen, and shower. Every time you move locations, you make sure to make the two of you get to orgasm. 

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Taeyeon wakes up on the bed, looks around, and notices you are gone. She gets up and looks at the many stains throughout the bed, which makes her remember the night she had. She takes a cold shower to wash the stains of fluid on her body, “Ugh… I feel so full.” She presses her stomach and notices a white cream liquid oozing out of her. Pressing her belly harder, a gush of cum squirts out, covering the shower floor cum, “Fuck…that’s too much.” 

After her shower, she changed into her clothes and walked out to see you in the living room, reading a newspaper. She walks towards you, “Good morning,” to which you reply, Good Morning, Taeyeon.”

As she walks towards the kitchen, she turns around to ask if she could grab something to eat when she sees IU on her knees. “Ji-eun! What are you doing?” 

IU turns around with a smile on her face and replies, “Good Morning, Unnie. I made breakfast, by the way.” 

“Why are you going down on him?”

“Oh, I’m having breakfast too. Want some?” as she holds your cock in her hand. 

“No!”

“Come on, it's good.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

She looks at her friend’s satisfied face and remembers the videos she has masturbated to before. She looks at you and back at her, giving her a reply.

You woke up this Saturday morning full of energy. After going on a run early in the morning, you return and enjoy the breakfast your assistant, IU, made for you. You give her a treat as a reward for a job well done. 

You turn, you’re done reading your newspaper, set it on the table, and enjoy the sight in front of you. “It’s nice to see two friends sharing a meal together,” you say with a slight grin.

[pocketramblr]

AU where Hisashi calls Izuku regularly while he works overseas and one day Hisashi tells Izuku about his new boyfriend who is very sweet to him and unfortunately got into a bad accident many years ago that left him disabled so Hisashi helps care for him.Izuku later finds out this boyfriend is AFO.

why would you leave inko for afo. 'hold on yeah i think i'll leave this priceless bahia emerald and skip town and then i found a broken piece of chalk instead.' my guy. you deserve all might stealing your son.

1- ok so. Hisashi is an accountant who moves to new york to make more money. He and inko officially divorce, which means Izuku takes the Midoriya name and Inko has sole custody, but while Hisashi does not have to pay child support or alimony, he does opt to send them some support and tries to stay in contact because i guess his taste in men was so bad that he and inko just work better as friends. good for them ig.

2- actually Hisashi is just straight up color-blind: he can't see any red flags. Its not just his personal tastes. this man has worked for four separate blatant money laundering schemes since he went abroad. he has no clue. this is how he ends up coming into contact with AfO, but AfO's job offering is too indirect and vague, and Hisashi is like 'are you... flirting with me?' instead, but AfO can work with that. And while Hisashi certainly isn't a genius with people or warning signs, i will give him (and inko) this: he's a great lay.

3- He's also a very caring boyfriend, which was part of the problem with inko, they ended up really inciting each other's anxieties, but AfO likes being pampered so he decides to keep Hisashi around even if he isn't a employee. even better really, that he doesn't have to pay, bribe, quirkify, dequirkify, or threaten him. Hisashi, as a bit of a doting boyfriend, also has a lot to say about the man to others, so Izuku ends up hearing a lot of gushing over the phone as he's training with weights and is a bit too out of breath to change the topic. plus, he doesn't want to bring up going to UA until its a sure thing, his dad will definitely freak out about it not being safe. finally he tells his dad he got in, and hisashi is like 'oh yeah, cuz they changed the rules, which track?' and izuku goes 'oh uh hero track and alsoihaveaquirknowitscalledsuperpower oh look at that moms calling me for dinner sorry bye.'

4. Dazed, Hisashi gushes about his son to his boyfriend later, dropping that izuku's going to become a hero at ua, what a surprise- but, well, he supposes his son has always loved to watch heroes...

AfO is like 'hm. being a hero isn't very safe...' ('i know...') 'why don't you try to push him to visit you? keep him safe. maybe in a safe. don't you just wanna keep a hold of him?' ("i do, but that'll only drive him away. he's growing up... besides, if i was busy only keeping watch over him, who'd take care of you?") 'mm, good point. keep prioritizing me, i will neither put a hit on the kid as competition nor do anything to keep him safer.'

5. Reveal... uh yeah so Hisashi does mention to Izuku when his boyfriend goes missing, sometimes he gets called to work suddenly but he's never been gone this long, he's worried, is he restocking his meds, where is he? oh yeah, he vanished around Kamino. unfortunate, but not incriminating on its own. What IS incriminating is rewound!AfO, looking at Izuku with a tilted head. "I can see bits of Hisashi in you, hm. Just the worst bits, luckily." Izuku starts realizing what this means. Bakugo distracts him and blasts him to the Shigaraki fight, because he also started to realize what it meant and simply did not want to deal with hearing anymore of that. Over at the ShigarAfO fight, AfO tries to keep throwing Izuku (and tomura) off their game by wondering if Hisashi will find this new, younger body nice as well- probably, its not like the man had the highest standards. Izuku and Tomura are united in such abosolute done-ness with AfO that he's immediately snuffed out of Tomura's head and nothing remains behind. Tomura is like 'uh, do you want a day's break and then a rematch because i need to bleach my brain' but izuku is like 'oh no i need to punch someone through a mountain rn, lets keep going while i reform you with the power of friendship and incredible violence.' (By unspoken agreement, neither Izuku, Bakugo, or Tomura ever breathe a word about it to anyone, much less to Hisashi.)

[trivialbob]

As I mentioned recently, I have been going downtown to the office a few times a week to work. I'm not required to, but I miss downtown (or at least what I remember it used to be like*) and I like riding my bike to get there.

You know how easy it is to flip off or scream at another driver? Most people don't behave like that to another shopper who is in the way in a grocery store aisle. Face to face changes how people interact with each other. Inside a locked car people are fearless, easily and loudly explaining to a fellow motorist how stupid they are.

I've noticed this phenomena at work. There's a woman I recently met in person for the first time. For no valid reason, other than her voice and mannerisms annoy me, I've disliked her immensly.

When I finally got a chance to speak in person with her, it was clear she's super nice. She gladly helped me with something that saved me a lot of time. I'm relieved I never yelled at or flipped her off in a video phone call.

There are two other people I have been around in the office. Neither is familiar to me; we don't work in the same divisions. I don't know their names, but they both sit near me.

One is quiet. Except for when he drinks out of his insulated metal water bottle. He shakes and twirls it, making the ice cubes clang against the side. It's horrible. I've silently harbored ill feelings about this man.

Then one day he overheard me talking to a close coworker about something in our building. He politely added to our conversation some useful information. Suddenly he wasn't this awful person, because I finally chatted with him. The guy is actually nice. The water bottle noise is still annoying, but I lost the urge to dent his head with that bottle.

The other guy who sits by me, well I haven't found a reason to talk to him yet. Every morning he walks in holding a Clorox wipe in each hand. Every surface of the desk gets wiped before he sits down. The rest of the day he will touch other surfaces with bare hands, even the handle to the rest room door. If he's a germaphobe he's not good at being one.

For breakfast this guy eats some slurry out of a Mason jar at his desk. Even now I can hear the metal spoon scraping against the inside of the clear glass jar as he tries to get every last drop of whatever is in there. I don't know what he's eating but I assume it would make me barf. When the jar is empty he sets it aside then lets out a small belch every time I am there. When I notice he's almost finished I walk away, knowing the little belch is coming.

I really need to say hi and introduce myself to him, before I'm fired for assaulting a fellow employee.

[writeforfandoms]

Fall Into Me 5

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Rose has some issues, but fortunately, Soap is here to help! And Ghost shows up, possibly just to annoy Soap. 

Warnings: Swearing, mention of stealing, bad employee, bad work ethic, Rose is Very Tired. 

Word count: 2.2k

By Monday morning, Rose was exhausted. It had been a long time since she’d had to work so many days in a row, and she hated it.

Especially since Carmen hadn’t actually called in sick this weekend. Carmen just hadn’t come in. Or responded to texts or calls. 

Rose had a feeling she wouldn’t be seeing Carmen again. 

The usual Monday morning rush was hard. She was pretty sure her smile wavered a few times, the dark circles under her eyes visible. But nobody complained and she got everyone taken care of just a fraction slower than usual. 

It could have been much worse. 

She still made herself a coffee, adding some vanilla and hazelnut to it. She needed the pick-me-up today. 

“Mornin’, Rose!” Soap sauntered up to the counter, grin in place. He didn’t dim even as his gaze darted across her face, and Rose just knew he was cataloging the circles and the way her hair was fairly limp. “Long night?”

It was an easy out, and for a moment, she was tempted to take it. But he was also the first person to ask all day.

“Not exactly,” she admitted on a sigh. “Carmen’s vanished on me.”

“What?” He straightened a little, looking surprised. Then he hopped over the counter, ignoring her yelp. “No no, hen, you sit. I can handle making tea.” 

“You’re really not supposed to be back here.” Rose didn’t move, torn between letting him help and planting her feet. 

“Won’t touch anything but the tea, I promise.” Soap lifted the counter, flapping one hand at her. 

Rose wavered for a moment and then gave in with a sigh. The lure of the chair was too strong to resist. So she plopped herself in the nearest chair, rubbing her forehead briefly. This was a terrible idea if anybody else walked in, but it just… sounded nice to let someone else do this for her. Just this once. 

“Did you work this weekend?” Soap asked as he pulled down two mugs and the tea. He moved without hesitation, and Rose warmed at the realization that he’d definitely watched her go through the motions more than once. 

“And last weekend.” Rose groaned softly, squeezing the back of her neck to try and release some tension there. 

“Hen, how many days in a row have you worked?” Soap paused in his motions to look at her, concern clear.

Rose had to actually stop and think about that, counting backwards. “Today is 15.” 

“Go home.”

“Not a chance.” Rose crossed her arms over her chest, chin tilting stubbornly. 

Soap was silent for a minute as he brought the milk over to the table. “At least close up early.”

Rose huffed. “You’re not my boss.”

He sighed and hopped back behind the counter to grab their teas. For a moment, Rose thought she saw him on his phone, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. “I’m not trying to boss you around, I’m trying to help you.”

Rose eyed him carefully as he set a mug in front of her. “Why?” In her experience, people wanted something in exchange. Well, most people. Family just butted in and did it because they could. (And also because they could hold it over your head for years.) 

He held her gaze for long moments, completely still. “Because it’s the right thing to do. ‘Sides, your smiles get me through the day.”

Rose couldn’t see any deception or lies in his expression, so she nodded slowly. “I’ll see how this afternoon goes, see if I can close up early.”

“Thank you.” Soap finally relaxed, sprawling back in his chair and lifting his cup for a sip. “How can I help you today, hen?”

Rose added milk and sugar to her tea to give herself time to think. She was… very bad at asking for help. Had been since she was a kid. Added to the fact that she tried to keep her work separated from her friends, and this became… messy. Not that Soap was a friend, really. He was just one of the nice men that worked upstairs and kept her entertained and provided her lots of eye candy and–

Okay. Nope. Putting a pin in that for now, before she got completely distracted. 

“Let me think about it,” she hedged, gaze focused on her tea. 

“The rest of my day is free,” Soap told her, leaning forward. Under the table, his foot nudged hers, drawing her gaze up to his gentle smile. “C’mon, hen, put me to work, I can handle it.” 

Rose chuffed a sort-of laugh, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t, really.”

“What, you think I can’t handle a few orders?” He rolled his eyes, hands spreading wide in exaggerated offense. “Ex-military, I can listen to orders.” He paused for a moment. “Mostly.” 

Rose snorted. “Well that makes one of us.” She sipped her tea, frowning a little. “I can’t pull you away from your actual work, Soap.”

“You can, Price already cleared it. I’m not mission critical today.” Soap shrugged, leaning forward. “If you don’t give me things to do, I’ll start finding things to do.”

That… sounded like a threat. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his grin widened to shit-eating proportions. Definitely a threat. “Fine,” she huffed. “Since you insist. But don’t complain to me if you don’t like it.” 

Which is how, twenty minutes later, Rose found herself teaching him how the espresso machine worked and how to use the milk frother. True to his word, he did listen to orders, and he picked it up pretty quickly. 

But Rose still kept a close eye on him through the lunch rush. He did better than she expected, honestly, and his energy helped her own. 

She was even humming along softly by the time the last person left, leaving the two of them behind the counter. 

“Close up early,” Soap suggested, tone a little wheedling even as he bumped his shoulder into hers companionably. “Lemme take you to lunch.” 

Rose sighed. “I dunno, I hardly ever close early.” She frowned down at the counter. 

“Won’t hurt to close early one day.” He was definitely wheedling, staying in her space, warmth bleeding off into the air between them. 

“Took one last week.” But Rose was just pointing it out to be stubborn, and she knew it. 

Soap caught her hand, ducking his head to hold her gaze. “You need some time to yourself and a good meal,” he pointed out gently. “You’ll feel better.”

“Do I have to worry about you caveman-carrying me out if I refuse?” She kept her voice dry, though her lips twitched with humor.

“Nah. That’s more LT’s style.” His grin was full of mischief.

“LT?” One eyebrow raised at him as she finished wiping down the counter. 

“Ghost.” Soap shrugged, looking a little abashed. “Old habits.” 

“If I ask, are you allowed to tell me how you all know each other?” Rose stepped around him to clean the espresso machine. 

“We all worked together.” 

Rose nodded, accepting that. “And now you still work together, just in a different way.”

“More or less.” Soap shrugged, going to do the few dishes that had accumulated. 

Rose sighed. “Let me count out the till and we can go.”

They got as far as the front door before Ghost joined them. Rose could have sworn there was nobody else on that floor, but she turned around from locking up and jumped at least a foot, because he was right there. 

“LT,” Soap greeted cheerfully enough, though he eyed the other man in a way that Rose hadn’t seen before. 

“Leaving already?” Ghost sounded faintly amused. 

“Going for some grub.” 

“Good plan.” Ghost waited until Rose started walking to fall into step next to her. Perplexed, she looked at Soap, who huffed but apparently decided not to argue. 

“Any thoughts, hen?” Soap held the building door open for her.

“For lunch?” Rose hesitated. There was a really good deli not far, but it was very much a Jewish deli. That could be a good soft test, actually, to see if they said anything. Plenty of people didn’t care, especially not in this day and age, but… She’d seen vitriol before and she had no desire to see it again. “Actually, there’s a really good place not far from here…” 

“Lead the way, then.” Soap winked at her. “You’re still in charge.”

“I doubt that,” Rose muttered, more to herself than anything. “Come on, then.” 

The walk wasn’t too long, and they’d missed the lunch rush so were able to be seated immediately. Rose let Ghost take the spot with better lines of sight, and was somehow completely unsurprised when Soap nudged her into the booth between the two men. 

“Nice place,” Soap commented, looking around with interest. It was decorated with celebrity photos and neighborhood photos, newspaper clippings from past community events, community awards, and pictures of the owner’s extensive family. 

“They’ve got great kreplach here.”

“Kreplach?” Soap nearly stumbled over the unfamiliar word. 

Rose paused, glancing between the two. “Please don’t tell me you’ve never been to a Jewish deli before.”

“Oh, been plenty of times,” Soap assured her, and her shoulders relaxed. “Matzo ball soup is my go-to.”

“Good man,” Rose agreed immediately. “Kreplach is a type of dumpling, it’s pretty good. They use the same base for the kreplach soup as they do the matzo ball soup here. Hmm, what else… The latkes are huge and tasty. Anything with the brisket is good, although they lean towards the barbeque end of the brisket, which is fine.”

Soap laughed quietly. “Been here once or twice then, aye?”

Rose blushed, ducking her head. “A few times,” she agreed. “It’s a favorite place of mine.”

Ghost pressed his knee to hers under the table in silent support. 

The waitress stopped by to get their drink orders before whisking away again. 

“It all looks good,” Soap grumbled. “I can’t decide.”

Rose laughed. “Yeah, I know the feeling. It’s all good.” She nudged Ghost. “You know what you want?”

He shook his head slightly. “Not hungry.”

She eyed him for a moment but nodded and let it go. “Soap? You know yet?”

He made a pained face but nodded, causing Rose to slap a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. 

“Honestly, it’s not like you can never come back here,” she pointed out, still grinning. 

He just pouted, sending her into a fresh fit of giggles. 

But they ordered without fuss when the waitress came back, and then Rose leaned back into the booth with a little sigh. She already felt better just being away from the shop. The long days were hard. 

“You could stay closed tomorrow.” Ghost offered the solution neutrally, without judgment.

“No, weekdays are better for me than weekends.” She sighed, long and slow. “Just need to find someone to replace Carmen.” She paused. “And decide if I want to trust them with the cash or not.” 

“What do you mean?” Soap sat up a little straighter. 

“I didn’t mention earlier?” Rose drummed her fingers on the tabletop, looking away from the two men. “She took off with a few hundred dollars, looks like.”

Soap blew out a breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your doing.” Rose waved him off. “Just have to decide what I want to do going forward.” 

Soap and Ghost exchanged looks over her head, having an entire conversation in facial expressions and subtle hand motions. 

“That sounds like a tomorrow problem,” Soap decided, nudging her side with two fingers. “You still owe me knitting demonstration, hen.”

She barked out a laugh. “Seriously? You and Gaz, I swear. I don’t understand why you’re so curious.”

Soap shrugged. “Never had a chance to watch anybody making something.”

Rose rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Well, since you’re that curious, I’ll bring some in this week for sure. You’ll get bored within the first few minutes, guaranteed.” 

“We’ll see about that.” Soap grinned at the challenge. 

Their late lunch passed easily. Soap was easy to talk to, and Ghost was surprisingly good company, even if he didn’t talk much. Rose felt more relaxed by the time they left.

At least until she saw the rain pounding the pavement outside. 

“Hell.” She pouted at the rain and then up at the sky, shuffling outside and to the edge of the awning. 

“We could get a cab?” 

“That will take at least twice as long as walking will.” Rose shook her head, pulling her hood up. “I’m just gonna walk it.”

“We can walk you home,” Soap was quick to offer. 

Rose smiled up at him, reaching over to pat his arm. “You’re sweet, but no thanks. I’m good. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” She tucked her purse under her jacket and then took off at a brisk walk, head ducked against the rain.

[raccoonscupoftea]

🍙 In love with Food

Timeskip!Osamu X Y/n

Summary: You had a date scheduled, but life was being life again.

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, shitty day, shitty boss, uh swearing, grammar mistakes cause english is not my first language, food

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As you woke up from a nice deep slumber, you were happy, exited even, because there was a date waiting for you after work. you were happy while showering, happy while eating, happy while talking, heck even happy while working. It's been ages since your last date and this new one brought back old feelings of a high school crush.

Even you're work bestie was happy for you to see such a big smile on you. She complimented you back and forth "Happiness looks good on you" "It's like staring into the sun" or "Keep that smile going. You look stunning" were her go to compliments. True a great day so far.

Until your boss came along.

"Miss L/n, nice to see you smile, but care to explain to me what this is"

He slammed down a file, opened it and pointed to a specific spot. As you looked on it you recognised the paper and there was a huge mistake on it. One which you made. To your defense it was late, you worked longer than anticipated and was tired, but your boss wanted the papers done this very day.

Seeing such a big mistake, only a rookie would do, was devastating and your very heart stoped beating before increasing in an alarming rate.

You wanted to speak up "I-" but then realised there's actually nothing to talk you out of this situation. You made that mistake. You remember putting in that number, but only now you know it's wrong.

"Miss, you have made many mistakes in this company. I'm questioning your intelligence"

You're eyes widened and looked up to the boss's face. "You're fired. Take you're stuff and leave immediately"

He really did just fired you. Out in the open, with every employee to witness. It was just an office job but it payed your bills and payed your food.

There was no word coming from you as said ex-boss left back to his office. He only came out to fire you. You weren't even mad at him, probably a bit, but all these mistakes did come from you. It was the company's fair right to fire employees who only deliver mistakes and complications. All fault lay within yourself.

So it wasn't helped. You placed your stuff in a box and before you left the building one last time, you placed you're personal card onto the table. Walking throu the glass door of your former work space, made you dive into the drowning reality.

You were happy this morning, but life gave you the middle finger and teard down thos ray of sunshines. Life truly is unfair.

After placing your stuff into your car, you'd drive home. The drive was a little emotional, but you arrived safely at least.

This reminded you of the rent. It was due every beginning of the month. What day is today? Oh, great the 27th. At least the last paycheck can cover up the next rent. Until then you have to find a new job to no be homeless.

So many new responsibilities and fears. And it feels like it's all your own fault. If you haven't messed up, if you would have just been more efficient than tired all the time, then maybe you would have kept your job and not worry about finding a new job.

How would you even explain why you were kicked out in the first place? Telling the truth would do you any favour.

A sigh escaped your lungs, and the box got placed on the coffee table by the couch. Your body let itself fall down in the next room, right onto the bed. There again was this feeling of tiredness after work a full shift with overtime, but this time oh has only been 3 hours.

You could luckily only create an alarm for a few hours later, until sleep was catching up on you. Now you laid there in full work attire, hair still made. You sleept on your stomach, head twisted to the side while the phone was still in your hand.

It only took a minute until you were knocked out of reality and Into the dream world.

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You're phone vibrated in your hand and the loud alarm sound woke you up immediately. It felt like time moved faster and shot you to the day, but it was still the very same day as you fell asleep.

With the tiredness still all over, you sat up and looked down on yourself. The shirt was wrinkled and the rest was nowhere were it was supposed to be. One glance at the time and you knew, it would be wise to start getting ready.

Fired or not. You wouldn't let these negative things mess up your long awaited date.

You took a comforting hot shower, spend a little longer in it and then picked out a caual but still stylish outfit. The meeting spot was a restaurant specificly for Onigiris. It was a small but still very comfortable shop in the city.

You never been in this restaurant but you're very curious about the food. At the desired time, you just arrived and went inside. The date was no where to be seen but you still sat down on one of the chairs.

There was no notification on you're phone that someone had texted you, but maybe they were just stuck in traffic. There still was hope.

There seems to be only one guy working here and he came up to you, thinking you were ready to order "Do you know what you want or should I recommend something?"

You glanced up to him. His cap is a little deeper in his face but you still could see the smile on his face while he hold a little notepad, ready to write down whatever you wanted.

"oh, I waiting for someone. In a few minutes they should be there"

The guy first glanced over to the door then back at you. His smile didn't fade, but something in his eyes had shifted. He put away the notepad "if you change you're mind. I'll be right there" and so he wandered of to another customer.

With another glance in your phone you noticed it was now 20 minutes after the decided date time, but you still waited. Disasters always happen when one needs to be on time.

Time passed and passed by like it always does, but the supposed date was no where in sight.

Another glance at the time. Nearly one hour passed.

Well, guess they're not coming. No message, no call.

When you wrote the person "Are you still coming?" Only then did you see that they actually blocked you. A little message from the system told you so.

Your eyes wandered over to the last message they sent "Can't wait to see you :)"

What a big fat lie.

There were words running around in your head. Words more destructive than a bomb wand way more hurtful. First the debacle at work and now your date stood you up.

You felt the tears climbing up to your eyes, wanting to get out. It took quite some effort to call them back.

"I guess they are not coming. I'm sorry" this smooth voice from the store worker reached your ears. Upon looking up and glancing right into his worried eyes, you immediately felt the tears backing up with full force. They couldn't be stopped anymore and so you broke out crying, placing your head on the counter and hiding your head with the arms, hand burring themselves into your fresh showered and styled up hair.

Another hand reached out and touched your wrist. "You wanna talk 'bout it?"

You looked up to him "Uh, I don't want to bother you at w-" while you talked your eyes had wandered around the store, only to find it empty.

"Yeah, I'm about to close the restaurant"

"Oh I'm sorry. I'll leav-" you immediately stood up

"Don't worry. You can stay. Have some food"

As one foot was on the floor, he had interwien and you fell back onto the chair. Well, at least you can eas something and pay for occupying a seat an while hour long. The crying had stopped a little but you were still a bit stuffy on your nose, eyes red as well.

The guy Infront of you smiled, quite charming actually, and he then walked over to the kitchen.

"Don't worry 'bout paying" He shouted from behind "These are leftovers from today. So they either get eaten or thrown away"

The guy then appeared with a large tray full of Onigiris. You're eyes widened at the amount of food. He then continued to talk "And I don't really wanna throw them away. I would have probably eaten them this night, but then my stomach would have hated me again"

His comments about his stomach made you giggle a little bit and as the sound reached the guys ears he began to smile a little more.

"My name's Osamu, by the way. But you can just call me Samu"

"Y/n" you smiled a little.

Osamu placed down the plate full of Onigiris, grabbed himself a chair and sat down infront of you.

He also leaned down to grab two bottles of beer, opening them as well and giving you one "on the house" he simply smiles and gives you a wink.

You accepted the bottle, cheeks a little tinted red.

"Then you may dig in" he called out. After thanking for the food you bit into the first one.

You date may have stood you up, but this Onigiri may have just became your new date. The taste and the mixture all fit well together and you couldn't just not devour this art piece of food in an instant.

Osamu was watching you inhale his food and his smile grew bigger. Happy to have found another who loves his food.

You began to talk while still chewing on your food. At first he couldn't understand it but on a second thought he had heard you say "This is amazing"

Foods the best when one loses all of their social manners, you had just experience this first hand and started to hide your mouth with a hand in suprise.

Osamu laughed "No worries. I don't judge, besides I'm guilty of it too" He then as well began to eat.

You don't know why such a simple dish made you so happy, but for a second you had forgotten your misery and the curent problems you life with. May it also be the company of Osamu or just simply both.

The two of you ate the whole plate clean. No corn was left, no sauce was not licked up.

You fell in love with this food. It was the perfect comfort food for you, and eating it in an empty shop with the one who made them was like a big hug "thank you" you had voiced out after a minute of silence, comfortable silence.

"No problem. Just promise me to come back soon" He smiled at you widely. How could you not return to this place. This is heaven.

"will do" you nodded at him with a smile of yours. A genuine smile. A smile you had held at the very beginning of this day.

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 14 - Sleepover▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ “Yeah?” You can’t help but fidget anxiously with the material of your sleeve.

“No goodbye kiss?” Shigaraki smirks, closing the distance.

You immediately scowl. “Don’t be gross.” 

He still grabs your chin and you try to pull away, but he uses his other hand to cup the side of your head, fingertips running through the roots of your hair and holding you in place for him. 

Bastard really did think this was a date, after all.

Fuck’s sake. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen

Chapter 14 - Sleepover

He drums his fingers against the metal surface of the table and decides to get up.

You remain seated.

“No? The fuck you mean ‘we’re going back to your place’?” you mock him, doing obnoxious air quotation marks with your fingers as you feel your blood pressure rapidly increasing.

Shigaraki glares at you in return, scratching at his neck for the third time today.

“You’re coming to my place and you’re staying over,” he mumbles, as if him repeating the same string of delusional words would make it any more understandable to you.

“I’m—huh? What?!” You slowly get out of your chair, grabbing your phone from the table, then carefully back away from him.

“Why are you acting all stupid again? I don’t fucking understand.” He frowns and you notice his fist clenching and unclenching at his side, while the other is gripping the material of his jacket tightly.

Is he being for real right now?

“Oh, you don’t understand? Okay. Let me paint a pretty picture for you, Shigaraki.” You cross your arms defensively. “I spent the entire fucking week following you around and absolutely humiliating myself in front of the whole university—again. I’m not about to fucking go sleep in your bed like we’re a couple of besties or—God forbid like a—” You gag, unable to speak the thought out loud.

Shigaraki, who looks absolutely bewildered that you would still dare, begins shaking. The scratching on his neck intensifies.

“How many times do I have to drill into your thick—fucking—skull, that you do whatever the fuck I tell you to? Why do you force me to have to rip you apart so you’ll listen?!” Shigaraki growls, getting so close, he now toweres over you before continuing, “I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you today.” 

You glance at the other clients and at the worried employees nervously, swiftly deciding that you’ll definitely never fucking show up to eat here ever again.

Anxiously, your gaze falls back on him. His brows are scrunched and his lips pull back. You watch him as he takes a reaaaally deep breath and closes his eyes in contemplation. 

When he opens them again, he’s a completely different person.

“Okay,” he says flatly, relaxing back into his usual bored look, shoulders dropping together with the hand that was assaulting his neck.

“Oookay?” You raise a brow, clutching your belongings tightly, still wary of a potential violent outburst and hoping he has some decency not to strike your face in front of other people.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll drive you home.” 

He shoots an arm out to grab his keys from the table impatiently and you flinch, only remembering the burn of your cheek after he hit you at the party. 

His eyes narrow, but he doesn't comment otherwise, taking his jacket off the backrest and shoving it in your face, after which he grabs you by your wrist and drags you out of the establishment.

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The drive home is really quiet, save for the occasional drumming of his fingers against his wheel and your anxiety fueled careful-breathing. You’re clutching your school bag close to your chest. The jacket he made you wear feels heavy on your shoulders.

Was that it or is he plotting to do something fucked again? 

You look outside the window and try to calm yourself down, while watching the evening scenery quickly pass by. It’s so dark already. Winter makes everything seem so bleak. It feels detached but comforting, in a way.

Like he’s your charon, taking you on your final trip to hell.

When he pulls up in front of your street, you mumble a quick ‘thanks’, throw his jacket on the seat and hurry the fuck up to get out and leave. To your dissatisfaction, you hear his side of the door open as well. 

You sigh, turning back to him with a look. 

“Yeah?” You can’t help but fidget anxiously with the material of your sleeve.

“No goodbye kiss?” Shigaraki smirks, closing the distance.

You immediately scowl. “Don’t be gross.” 

He still grabs your chin and you try to pull away, but he uses his other hand to cup the side of your head, fingertips running through the roots of your hair and holding you in place for him. 

Bastard really did think this was a date, after all.

Fuck’s sake.

“Do not kiss me.” Your eyes dart away from his face.

“Why not? I know you wanted it too. At the party. Before the party.” He brushes your lip with his thumb and you stare at him. “C’mon. Just once,” he lies to you, the rasp in his voice hauntingly soft. “I’ve been so nice…”

“Stockholm syndrome victims also end up wanting to fuck their captors. We both know I’m extremely messed up, so what? I said no.” 

His breath hitches.

“You wanna fuck me?” His tongue flicks over his dry lower lip and the glint of mischief in his eyes is rendering you momentarily speechless. Of course he’d focus on the wrong fucking thing.

“Y-You fucking know what I meant,” you only manage to whisper, when he bends down and nuzzles the side of your face, making your skin prickle and your breath stutter. You’re currently unable to decide which one you hated more—his anger and control issues or you finding him disgustingly attractive.

“Do I?” Shigaraki rasps against your ear, forcing a shudder out of you. “See? Give yourself to me. I’ll be so fucking good to you. Reward me.”

Half of his face is being cast into a soft shadow from the glow of a yellow street lamp nearby. It makes your heart race.

You need to put an end to this, before you fall into his trap any further. You need to remember where you stand, because—

“I-It’s not like I’m in any position to refuse you. Right?”

"Don't spin it like that." Shigaraki pulls back and frowns.

"Then how should I spin it? I say no and you still do what you want. How's this time any different?"

He looks away with a pout—a pout?!—and grumbles, "It's more fun when you're into it."

Your jaw drops. Is he seriously sulking right now? 

You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself, before your fuse blows up in his face and he gets mad again.

How do you get yourself out of this? 

Should you lie? Promise him another time? Do you give in, fall back into bad habits and go through another spiel of pleasing him like he’s your new owner? 

That’s what he is, isn't he? Just your owner. He doesn’t miss a beat reminding you every chance he gets. He wants you and he gives no damn about how you feel, despite pretending to care today.

Shigaraki is training you like a dog, meaning it’s only a matter of time until you act out and he loses his patience, making this thinly veiled security go up in flames.

Your chest tightens and you feel tears threatening to spill, but you force that feeling back, back, back, until it’s all the way up on your tower of sorrows.

When you open your eyes and look into his red ones, you see possible conflict painted on his face. 

You place your hands firmly against his chest and shake your head. 

“Goodnight, Shigaraki.”

He reluctantly lets you go, gaze half lidded and not saying anything, surprisingly unphased by your rejection.

Unphased, because three minutes into your walk towards the entrance of your building, you realize the asshole wouldn’t stop following you.

You seethe through gritted teeth, stomping your way home. “Any chance I’ve miraculously shifted timelines, and you’re only being a gentleman who’ll be fucking off the moment I get inside?” 

“Nope.”

“Unbelievable,” you growl and he shrugs despite your back being turned to him. “We are not fucking tonight. Is that clear?” 

“Does that mean we’re fucking another time?” You heard him snicker a few steps behind you.

“No! It fucking means—It means that you stalking me all the way to my home and forcing your way into staying over will not result in getting your dick wet, now or ever. Fucking asshole!” You wipe away at your welling tears of frustration. 

He’s so incredibly overwhelming, you just needed a break. One fucking weekend! 

Is it too much to fucking ask for?!

Shigaraki doesn’t reply, opting to just silently trudge behind you, hands in the pockets of his pants as you unlock the door to your building. 

He glances at you holding the door open, urging him to fucking hurry when you see him take his phone out and typing something before following you in.

“Gonna shower,” you announce resignedly, dropping your school bag right at the entrance, throwing your shoes haphazardly on the floor.

He watches you for a second and proceeds to literally copy you.

“Can I watch?”

“For free? No way.” 

You pull the sweater over your head and take off your pants, completely ignoring him as you leave your usual trail of clothes on the way to your bedroom, still having the decency of keeping your underwear on. It feels chilly in your apartment too, so you hurry on.

Tomura froze on your doorstep, swallowing hard, deep red eyes following your form. 

Why the fuck are you casually undressing in front of him like this, right after telling him off multiple times earlier? Were you teasing him on purpose or are you seriously that much of a fucking bimbo?

He hears your bedroom door creak open and snaps out of it, eagerly following behind you, kicking piles of random things out of his way.

“Does that mean you’d let me if I pay for it?” he asks, trying to play into your joke. His voice trembles, despite him trying to act natural. 

He knows you despise the idea of him forcing himself on you—fucking obviously—and he also hasn’t made any real moves to force you more than he had to.

But this? 

This was utterly unprompted. He wasn’t prepared for this. He didn’t expect this.

Did you not know he wasn’t completely beyond the idea of branding you to him and making you into a trembling mess—his trembling mess—with or without your ‘consent’? Did you forget who he was?

Did you?

Tomura has to even his breaths out and reframe your casual openness as a sign of progress, instead of another opportunity for him to use you. It’s admittedly a really hard thing to do, but you look none the wiser. 

“Depends. Got a million dollars to spare?” You turn and give him a sly smile—one that had his breath get fucking caught in his throat, but it falls when you see his owlish eyes locked-in on your body, making you flustered instead. “If you keep fucking staring at my tits like that, I’ll need a down payment.”

How could he fucking forget? He’s seen them so many times before.

All the times he fucked himself into his fist after he’s gotten his hands on your sex tapes, imagining it was him pounding into you, humiliating you, hurting you, and not your lowlife of an ex. 

But that was… before he learned he liked you.

There’s no lust clouding his red eyes anymore, so he proceeds to ask the question you’ve always dreaded to answer:

“Why—What happened for you to…The scars. Why do you have so many?” he says in a low, gravelly tone and frowns. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes, turning to open the drawer that has your clean towels.

“What about you then?” You grab one, closing the drawer and opening the door to your wardrobe. “Why do you have yours?” 

When you’re done taking the clothes you need, you turn back to face him. He looks tense and doesn’t reply to your question.

You huff. “Figures.”

Shigaraki clicks his tongue in disapproval and hesitantly steps forward, but you immediately put a hand in front of you, creating an invisible border between the two of you. 

“Don’t. We are not doing this right now.”

It works, because he stops dead in his tracks like a deer in headlights, and for once this week, he watches you walk around him without doing anything about it.

“You can shower after me!” you yell from the bathroom, dropping your underwear on the rest of the dirty pile on the floor and making a mental note to move them before he comes in, lest he gets the bright idea of stealing a pair.

But Tomura was glued to where you’d left him for a good while, staring off into the distance.

When you re-enter your room, he’s sprawled on top of your comforter. 

You use the towel in your hands to properly dry your hair, eyeing him suspiciously and hoping that whatever weird vibe was going on earlier would have vanished by now.

Shigaraki opens his eyes and watches you silently as you go about your routine, making you feel weird for thinking that he almost looked content just doing that. 

He’d apparently discarded his black hoodie sometime during your shower, tossing it on the other end of your bed and leaving him in a pair of dark jeans and an ancient Slipknot t-shirt, chest raising and falling, lips slightly parted open.

“Please, tell me you didn’t jerk off on my bed while I was gone,” you break the ice and a lopsided smile finally graces his lips.

“Nah, I think I’d rather have you do that for me instead.” Shigaraki slides up his elbows and continues to observe you. 

“Gross.” You turn around to hide your embarrassment and he shrugs. 

How is he always able to say shit like that so confidently? Is this guy really a virgin? How could he be when this is how he talks to people he wants to fuck. You could never.

Besides… Does he act like this with other girls too? The one at the party? You press your lips into a thin line before dropping the wet towel somewhere on the floor and exit the room.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, getting up and ready to follow you, but you’re already back by the time he’s standing.

“Just grabbed my bag, relax.” You walk past him and open your school bag.

“What are you doing?” Shigaraki looks over your shoulder. 

You grab your notes, your laptop and sit at your desk.

“Gonna study.” 

“What? You’ve been studying the entire fucking week!” he complains.

You shake your head. “My exam period starts next week, I can’t slack off.”

“Ugh, fuck you’re boring.”

“News flash. Told you I was busy, but you invited yourself anyway. Now leave me alone.”

And after sulking for exactly thirty seconds, seeing you won’t budge, he does. 

He does, only because he seems to suddenly remember where he is and immediately begins looking around in every corner of your apartment, either talking shit or being amazed at various objects you own.

You don’t have much, but you have a bunch of cool shit you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of if you tried. Besides, it’s your cool shit and it feels minimally validating for someone with a smidgeon of good taste to acknowledge it, since your best friend found most of it to be nerdy or lame.

“Why’d you lie about not buying stuff when we were at the mall? You literally have an entire fucking collection of these!” he speaks loudly, volume increasing the closer he gets to your room. 

You run a hand over your face at yet another distraction, voice coming out more nasally than usual, “Those were either gifts or exceptions. I don’t throw gifts away.”

“So why couldn’t I make you a gift then?”

“That’s the point. If you did, I probably wouldn’t… nevermind. And aside from that, I don’t feel like fucking owing you anything.”

He frowns at you and mumbles, “...You wouldn’t owe me if I bought you something, though.” But his frown is quickly replaced by a cocky smile. “Besides, if that’s what you care about, you’ve already been owing me for quite a while now. Don’t tell me you forgot?” Shigaraki tilts his head.

“What? What the fuck do I owe you?”

“I paid for your shit at the store, remember? You forgot your wallet.” His smile turns into a shit-eating grin.

You didn’t just forget. You completely wiped it from your memory. 

“Fuck. Hold on,” you say, reaching down into your bag to fish for something.

“What?” Shigaraki’s smile falls, frowning instead. “What are you doing.”

“Fifteen bucks, right?” You pull out a twenty and stretch your hand to him.

He looks at you with sheer disgust. “Fuck off. I don’t take money from the poor.”

You blink at him dumbly. “Then what do you want?”

“Mmm, I’ll think of something,” he replies, turning on his heel and resuming his treasure hunt in your house.

Shigaraki whistles when he finally gets to your underwear drawer, where you store a bunch of small colorful toys. 

It’s worth mentioning that it’s not the sex itself that embarrasses or scares you. You’ve been trained out of it a while ago. Sex is okay. 

It’s the feelings that scare you, meaning you only rolled your eyes at the added distraction when you heard him flip a switch, the distinct noise of your bullet vibrator coming alive with a buzz.

“So, where’s the weird-looking red one you used a few years ago? I don’t see it.” 

He rummages through your drawer and you’re wondering what the fuck he’s talking about again, when it clicks.

“Ugh, are you twelve? When are you letting that go?” You turn in your chair, putting your elbow on top of the back frame and you frown at him. 

Your eyes are starting to feel heavy. Today, much like everyday recently, left you feeling tired and defeated. 

Shigaraki only grins lecherously at your question.

You give him an unimpressed look and turn back to your paper with a deep sigh. 

“Dunno how much you know, or dug up about me—” And if you’re honest, you don’t really want to find out, “—but if you looked hard enough, you’d know that I was pretty much homeless after I turned eighteen, waiting for my scholarship application to go through. Didn’t have more than a suitcase with me, so none of the stuff you’ve seen in the… videos was—well, mine.”

He quirks a brow, letting the items he held drop back into your drawer and obnoxiously leaving it open for you to close later. 

Tomura’s pretty sure this is the first time you’d willingly told him anything personal about yourself. 

Not that he’d ever cared to properly listen before.

You hear him walking a few steps and stopping behind you, wondering what his deal is until he places a pair of slender hands on top of your shoulders and grips them firmly. Not very soft but not quite rough either. 

You’re immediately painfully aware of how intimate this feels, but he opens his mouth and the world rights itself.

“So… how much dick did you suck for a roof over your head back then?” He snorts, thankfully ruining the moment. 

You scoff, because lately it feels like… like you’re getting used to this. Getting used to him and his…  unusual personality. 

For him, a great sign. He’s winning the game, he’s breaking you down. For you? Not so much.

Shigaraki applies pressure on your tense shoulders and starts moving his hands unevenly, kneading his fingers into your stiff muscles until you realize it’s probably meant to be reassuring. 

“It’s alright. If you somehow manage to lose everything again,” he hints, “you could always blow me instead and I’m sure we can figure something—” 

You smack his arm repeatedly, face flushed in shame as he looks down at you and chuckles under his breath.

“God, you’re such a dick!” you yell, feeling hurt and turning away from him to hide it. This topic is especially sore to you because yeah—you really did suck dick to keep a roof over your head.

Sex is fine. Feeling like you have to sell yourself to some asshole in order for you to spend another night away from the cold streets isn’t.

“C’mon, I’m just fucking with you.” He pushes your head down in an attempt to tease annoy you further. “I wouldn’t have it in me to abandon my favorite toy anyway,” he quips but you completely ignore him and he shoots you a questioning glance.

He’s tall enough to tower over you while you sit, leaning into your vision field, white locks of hair falling to the sides of his face. You use your pointing finger to move his big fat forehead out of your way.

“I’m studying.”

“And I’m bored.”

“Go home then.”

He snorts. “Fuck no.” 

“Then it’s not my problem.”

“Oh it will be. You won’t like it if I go and have fun on my own.”

“Shigaraki, I’ve got the first exam in four days. Go entertain yourself like the big boy you are, and let me fucking study for my shit please. I reaaaally don’t wanna have to blow you if I fail and lose my scholarship,” you make a callback to his shitty joke and push his face away with your entire palm until he finally relents.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says with a creepy lilt in his tone, giving you a foreboding smile before turning around and leaving.

You use your pen to scratch at your temples. “By the way… you’re not seriously planning to stay the night over. Right?”

He looks back at you and his smile only stretches wider.

“Ugh, fine but you’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Hah! You fucking wish.” Shigaraki waves you off, walking out of your bedroom. 

It’s really quiet for the next hour or so. 

Quiet enough for you to get up and investigate. Maybe the gods were kind for once and your apartment would be empty.

When you step into your living room, you freeze.

Click—click. Double click.

It hits you like a truck, driving at full speed. 

You do not have a fucking password, because you do not need a fucking password. Who the fuck would snoop through your PC? Taylor?

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?!”

“Uhh, entertaining myself?” He turns to face you, swiveling in your chair, with his left leg casually resting on top of the seat and his chin resting against his knee. “I was right tho’.” He smiles at you darkly, turning to scroll through the page and cackling maniacally. “Look at aaalll this dirty fucked up shit you’re into!”

Your blood physically drains from your face as you get closer and recognize several instances of your fanfic website being open in a bunch of different tabs.

Tabs containing different works you’ve bookmarked that not a single soul should’ve known about.

Sex is great.

Shigaraki Tomura finding out about your wildest fucked-up fantasies is absolutely criminal.

You’re so fucked.

[idontknowanametouse]

Miraculous Rewrite AU Chapter 5: Loverbug (Antibug)

(SO SORRY FOR THE HIATUS WRITER BLOCK KILLED ME AAAAAAA)

(Loverbug design inspiration by @glitterpensupremacy)

(long post under the cut)

(tw/cw: slight internalized homophobia)

-Wanna sit next to me?

Chloé blinked at the girl in front of her. She was going to sit there anyway, but shrugged:

-Okay, sure.

She sits down, and the red-haired girl next to her says:

-My name is Sabrina, what's yours?

-Chloé.

-Are you new?

-Yeah.

-I can be your friend, if you want.

-…seriously?

-Yes.

-…thanks.

-

When she woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing she did, only half conscious, was call her.

-Huh? Chloe? – Sabrina murmured from the other side. – Did something happen?

-…I can't sleep. Sorry to bother you, but… can you talk and stay with me for a while? …sorry… I… shouldn't have called…

-No, no problem. What do you want to talk about?

-

-Do you want to go out after school? – Sabrina asked, smiling at her.

-Huh? Do you want to… go out with me? Together?

-Yeah, you're my friend. We are friends, right?

-…yes…

-So, let's go!

-

-…um… – Chloé mutters, frustrated.

-What's the matter? – Sabrina's voice is low due to the fact that they are in the library.

-I can't understand this biology shit…

-Do you want help?

-No, it's okay, I can do it alone.

-You sure? – and tilted her head, some red curls falling over the lenses that enlarged her blue eyes. Chloé hesitated for a moment.

-I have.

-Ah, okay then. Anything, you can ask me, okay? – and smiled.

-

-Are you sure it's okay for me to be here? – Sabrina asks from behind the screen.

-Of course! My parents are out and none of the employees will question it. If anything, they'll be happy that I brought someone other than Adrien here! – and came out from behind her screen. The short, yellow dress is tight at the skirt and has a fuzzy white collar. – What do you think?

Sabrina's head appears from behind the screen and she opens her eyes wide in admiration.

-Oh! You look beautiful!

-Y-you think so? I mean, of course! Of course! – and tries to hide the slight blush that appears on her cheeks. – And you, aren't you going to come out?

-Ah, I don't know if it was good…

-Nonsense! Come, let me see here!

-Um, okay… – and she showed herself. The satin dress was light green and full of ruffles. It wasn't one of Chloé's favorites, but…

-My God.

-W-what? What it was?

-You look like a princess!

-R-really? – her pale cheeks flushed and she ran to Chloé, hugging her and burying the blonde's face in her chest. The rich girl couldn't help but feel her heart racing suddenly. – Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You know, you're the first friend I've felt comfortable with! I love the girls at school, but I'm always so nervous around them, but everything's fine with you!

-Um… you're welcome… – Chloé murmurs, without realizing that she wanted that moment and that hug to never end.

-

-Chloé? You ok?

-…I know you heard about me in class today, there's no need to hide it.

-…yeah, I heard it.

-I was trying to help. Just that.

-Uh… how, exactly? I didn't want to, but I'm judging a little.

-Remember how I gave advice about how your mom should go on a date with that guy?

-I remember, but what about… oh!! Oh… – and, with a look of understanding on her face, she sat down next to her. – You wanted to help him with the date and it ended up going wrong?

-Yes. And now the whole class hates me. Excellent…

-Adrien doesn't hate you.

-Yeah, but they've been my best friend since we were six years old, they can't hate me.

-I don't hate you either.

-…oh. That's… very nice of you.

-You're a nice person, Chloé.

When she went to sleep, Chloé lay awake for a long time thinking about it.

-

-How was the first month of school? In a… general analysis? – Chloé asks Adrien on the phone, while taking care of her cuticles.

-It was incredible! The best month of my life! I didn't even know it was possible for someone to actually feel this happy! - ouch. That one hurt.

-That… is a bit worrying… but I'm glad you liked it! I'm loving it too!

-Don't they hate you because of that misunderstanding?

-Who cares about their opinion? What comes from below doesn't reach me, as they say! But tell me, Adrien… do you like someone? A crush, so to speak?

-Ah, no, not like that! And you?

-Neither! Even though people fall for me, obviously, I haven't fallen in love once!

-Do you know what it's like to fall in love?

-…no, but you don't know it either!

-I have a list of things here that show whether you have fallen in love or not.

-What are they?

-Thinking about the person, listening to everything they say, appreciating them, nervousness around them, wanting to look good around them…

Chloe froze.

-Um… Adrien…

-Uh?

-I… have to hang up now, okay? I'll see you in class tomorrow, kiss you, love you.

-Kiss you… I love you too.

As soon as the phone hung up, Chloé got out of bed and did what she always did when she panicked: she started walking in circles. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. She was in love with Sabrina. Like, really in love with Sabrina. And that wasn't good at all.

She should have been perfect. She was always perfect! Liking a girl isn't perfect, not at all! Her mother would hate her! Shit, she hated herself! And even if there was no problem, the rest of the class hates her because of that thing at pont des arts! There would be no way for her to date Sabrina if all of the girl's friends hated her, right?! What should she do, what should she do, what should she…

Her train of thought is interrupted when she sees a butterfly. A black butterfly.

No… she stumbles backwards, falling to the ground, her entire body shaking. Not that, please… otherwise… they'll never stop hating me…

-

Marinette's day was going excellently!

Sure, the day itself was normal but relatively pleasant, and now, while rummaging through her Ladybug costume, she discovered that she had an option to create noise-blocking phones in her ears! Furthermore, she had managed to release a thing that obscured her eyes and had the same effect on her vision as sunglasses! This would really help with her sensory issues!

Suddenly, however, they are interrupted by a vibration in their yo-yo. Remembering that it also works as a cell phone, they pick it up and slide the screen to see what was happening. The new civil defense alarm was sounding: AKUMA ALERT, and, next to it, the location of the akumatized woman herself and a video of her.

She wore a red and black doll dress, black tights, red heels, a red scarf, a black face mask shaped like a broken heart, black gloves, and her hair was white and moved like tentacles. Honestly, if it weren't for the situation, Ladybug would have found her really cute.

Suddenly, they feel a familiar presence at their side: their partner. When they turn around, however, Chat Noir looks more worried than usual.

-Chat? You ok? – She frowns.

-Yes, but… I think I know who she is.

-Who?

-Chloé.

-Oh.

-We better go soon.

-Yeah, you're right.

With that, they both left towards the address mentioned there.

As they traveled through Paris, Ladybug continued looking at the news to see if she could get any more information about the akumatized girl. Apparently, with her power, she invoked an emotion and was able to see the memories related to that feeling in the people around her. It wasn't the most destructive power in the world, but it could be quite dangerous when it came to the two of them and their civilian memories. Better avoid getting hit. She also didn't seem to be very violent or physically strong, which was good, making Ladybug call the talisman to start thinking about a plan.

It was a tamagochi.

Ladybug was almost frustrated by how easy and simple it was.

-The item is her cell phone, right? – Chat asks as they pass a flying pigeon.

-Ah, it's definitely the cell phone.

-What do we do, then? What's the plan?

-It's so ridiculously simple that I'm embarrassed that it's mine.

-…wait, what?

-Do you know how to hurl well?

-…I do?

-Good, because I don't. We're going to stay out of her reach, you're going to throw the tamagochi in her lap and, in the second she gets confused, I'll wrap the yo-yo around her and you can use cataclysm on her cell phone. Quick, easy and free.

-…this one is actually quite simple. Even I could think about it.

-I know.

And… well, there isn't much mystery this time or anything that makes the plot more interesting. They do it, and it works. The damage caused by her was also almost nothing, so the miraculous ladybug never had a day off like this. Once the ladybugs fix everything, Ladybug approaches Chloé (it really was her) and asks:

-You ok?

-Yeah… but… was I akumatized? – She looks confused. This is already normal at this point.

-Yep.

-Ah… thank you for saving me… – she seems to mumble and starts walking away.

-Hey, wait! Do you want help getting home?

-NO! I don't need your help!! – she says, irritated, and leaves.

Ladybug is outraged.

-But how does she have the nerve to talk like that after we saved her?! I'm outraged!

-She's just like that, my lady. – Chat sighs, and then says: – Look, give her a chance. She almost never does these things on purpose. It's not her intention.

-…ok. I'll give her a chance, but only because you're so nice!

-You are very nice, my lady. – they laugh.

-

-Hey! – exclaims Chloé, giving her best fake smile.

-Hi, are you… are you okay? – asks Sabrina.

-Of course, why the question?

-You never smile like that, and yesterday I saw what happened, so… – this makes Chloé deflate.

-You saw it in the news, right?

-Yeah… is everything okay?

-Okay… it was for a reason… pretty stupid, actually… - and she handed something to Sabrina, feeling her face blush profusely. A ring box. A very fancy one.

-Chloé…?!

-I know it's out of the blue and you'll probably hate me, but… do you want to go on a date with me?!

-…Yes! – and a smile lights up her face.

-Wait, seriously?!

-Yeah!

And, truly this time, Chloé smiles.

-

I'M SO SORRY FOR THE HIATUS I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY *dies of shame* Ok. So. Writer's block caught me, huh. And I also couldn't force myself to consume MLB content, so... yeah, it was a hard time. But I'm back! And will try to keep up with the chapters! I promise I will do my best, I really like this story and want you all to see what I got planned! As for the chapter, sorry it ain't that good. I tried to focus more on Chloé's feelings and how she handles stuff that are out of her control (very badly). Also, I tried my best as an aro person to show her crush in Sabrina and make it cute. Next one will be Lady Wi-Fi, which I'll try diving more into Alya!

[sighthounds-and-sketches]

Let's talk about flying to pick up a puppy by yourself

And some ways to make it easier on you.

Your prep starts honestly, about a week before baby actually comes home. Maybe 2 weeks.

For my pre-flight prep, I first picked out a flight carrier. I went with the one my breeder recommended.

It has expandable sides, and a little storage pocket. And it's resistant to chewing. I'm really glad I didn't buy a cheaper one, and I can't stress enough that it's cheaper to buy a quality one the first time than have a zipper break or a tear in the middle of your trip. My trip in total was 4 flights and 4 hours in the car, with him being with me for half of it and having the longest layover of my day. I could only really let him out a couple times, so this next part was incredibly helpful.

I mailed the carrier to my breeder,

at her behest. This was *huge* because the siblings got their scent on it and he was acclimated to being in it before I got to him. It acted as a secure place for him to ride in the car and for his first few nights here, he slept in there through the night.

And now that he's in his crate, the removable pad with scents on it has been instrumental in establishing the crate as a safe place for him.

Video of why I'm really glad I got the durable carrier.

Please consider what you're wearing that day.

Wear clothes you don't need to fuss with *at all* that's normal airport protocol- but I can't stress this enough, you're carrying the puppy in your arms through the TSA checkpoint and other people will be fussing over him. Make sure your appearance and personal bag is no fuss.

See: jeans, hoodie, puppy treat and potty bag that can be shoved into my personal Item, and a no fuss backpack.

In my personal travel bag I kept:

Pee pads, his food from the breeder, a change of clothes in case of incidents, a portable battery to charge my phone, collapsible food and water bowls, collar and leash incase one wasn't provided, and SEVERAL toys in there.

The toys were great for waiting in the terminal. I'd expand the sides of the crate and introduce a new toy to him to help him run a bit of energy out before we had to board.

Peepads: Even though airports have animal relief areas, chances are they're either kind of gross or your dog may be a little too young for it to be safe. I was traveling through one of the busiest airports in the world, and nobody was checking jack shit so I opted for potty breaks to occur in bathrooms with pee pads. He didn't end up going but it's better to be prepared.

I flew Delta and used Skymiles accumulated from our credit card with them that we pay off monthly, so the only thing I paid for out of pocket was 95.00 to bring Argos on board. My flight only costed 20k miles total, and that was only a small portion of what we'd accumulated over the 6 months we've been using the card. I think it's worth considering if you're planning to fly to a breeder. It enabled me to go anywhere in the country that Delta flies and not worry about costs.

Day of hack: double check your flights on the airlines app and switch your seat if possible. I swapped one of my return flight seats to an empty row for 15.00, which meant I could have my carryon and him with me at the same time and that was very nice for readjusting where my stuff was and taking a damn nap. Because at this point, I'd been up for about 18 hours and still had 7 hours of traveling before I'd get home.

I think my last thing is that if you're like me and you do have an invisible disability- ask if you can preboard. Dont be afraid to say "hey, i have this problem and standing in the heat while carrying a bunch of stuff is potentially going to cause an episode. " The employees were extremely nice, and willing to work with me. Ultimately, I went through all of this because he's a service dog prospect and will hopefully help.

Small things for me specifically prior: ate in the morning and right before I picked him up, he was able to chill in his carrier while I ate dinner at a restaurant in the airport- didn't make any sounds. He slept the whole time. I don't think I couldve eaten in the food court, too much to carry between him and my main bag.

I think that's it. I may add to this if I remember anything I forgot.

Edited to add: for my besties with miscellaneous illnesses-

A baggie with your medicines is IMPORTANT. Do not forget some dramamine, advil, Tylenol, whatever, pack it if there's a small chance you'll need it!

I ended up getting migraine symptoms like 5 hours into travel, and that was not a day I could afford to have blurred vision. <3 remember to take care of YOU on the journey.

[author-ssi]

Expectancy ~KTH

{Part I}

➜Pairing: Kim Taehyung x OC

➜Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series

Warnings: None for this part

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.

Kim Taehyung

"I hate you"

It is believed that 'hate' is a strong word and Taehyung has come to share that belief to his very core. Ever since he dicovered its meaning, he has been contemplating on the weight such a word might carry. Usually it is used to express contempt, sometimes it can even be used to tease somebody. The second manner would be okay, however, it's the first one Taehyung has always dreaded. Can one blame him though? Any sane person would worry knowing that the first words their soulmate addresses to them could be those of hatred. Letting out a long sigh, he glances at his wrist wriggling aside his expensive watch to reveal the phrase tattooed on his skin in cursive. "Will you really hate me?", he wonders to himself leaning back in the leather chair at his office. To say he has done his absolute best to prevent those words from being hostile was a given. Aside from the values he's received from his upbringing, Taehyung had always tried to be kind and gentle to everyone he's met over the course of the years. One would call it 'pretend' if it weren't for the fact that Taehyung was genuinely a nice person, to begin with. That's why, he found it even more unbelievable that his soulmate of all people would direct those words towards him, in the first place. To the eyes of many women, Taehyung was seen as a real catch; a confident young man with an intimidating aura, a successful CEO with dashingly good looks, often wearing a serious, blank expression on his face and occasionally shooting sharp, intense stares. Perhaps, it may be the rumours of his overall demeanour and not his actual character that will displease her. That, he could handle...

From the top of the skyscraper where his personal office is, Taehyung averts his gaze to the view of the city's sprawl through the glass windows. His signature blank expression takes over his face but his mind is far from blank at the moment. Luckily, the thoughts swirling in his head are put to a stop at the sound of his mobile ringing.

"Hello?"

"Ah Taehyungie! Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yes, I'll be coming once I'm off from work..."

"Great! Could you perhaps bring some desserts? Our little Ae-cha has cravings"

"Anything for my cute little girl! I'll stop by a store to get something on my way there"

"Thank you so much Taetae! Take care! See you tonight!"

Placing the phone back in his pocket with a small smile, Taehyung briefly relishes that fact that at least he's got the two of them in his life. Sharing a bond with him that likens the one of a soulmate and being part of such a lovely family are what have kept Taehyung comforted whenever he gets desperate or depressed at the idea of never meeting, or worse, being hated by his soulmate. Sometimes, he can't help the guilt of being lulled into feeling content with this kind of settlement but, at the end of the day, he's only human - and humans dread ending up alone.

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Leaving work a couple hours later in high spirits, the eligible CEO gets in his GV80 and drives off. On the road, he takes glances at the off-street shops searching for the one suitable to satisfy little Ae-cha's cravings. Finally spotting a decent looking bakery, Taehyung parks his car and starts getting ready to head inside. Since he doesn't want to go through the trouble of being recognised by anyone, he opts to wear a white mask and a pair of colour-matched earbuds. Entering the small bakery with a chime in the door, he looks around only to notice a single employee decorating some patbingsoo in the oven room. With a slight shrug, he begins his search to select the perfect option of a dessert for Ae-cha. Settling on some hotteok, he heads over to the check-out seeing that the female employee has returned in order to service him. To his surprise though, he can't seem to overlook the dark brunette employee in front of him. Clear, brown eyes meet his own as he hands her over the pack of hotteok. Slim, long fingers fiddle around placing the package inside a bag while he's just left observing actions. No words are spoken between them, which Taehyung attributes to the fact that the mask, the earbuds and his signature blank look don't exactly make him look like the most approchable person at the moment. After handing over the amount of money commensurate for the price of the product, he forces himself to just take the bag and leave. However, having no intention of ever neglecting his good manners, before he exits, Taehyung turns slightly around to face the female employee and utters with a small bow, "Goodnight". He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that this girl caught his eye. But since he has no intention of further falling out with his soulmate, he's not going to make a move on any other girl. Shutting the bakery's door behind him, he's about to head over to his car but instead he's interrupted by the sound of the door's chime, that's being opened and then shut once again. Before even getting the chance to turn around, the words Taehyung has been both dreading and desiring to hear his whole life are being yelled furiously at him, "I hate you!".

Kang Mi-rae

"Goodnight"

A phrase so commonly used it barely holds any special meaning to everyone but Mi-rae... Since these will be her soulmate's very first words to her. In the beginning, she was worried; if she was going to hear that word almost every day in her life, how could she know which was coming from her soulmate? However, that worry was long gone the moment the phrase was uttered to her by a random classmate of hers during primary school. Despite him having said the exact word tattooed on the skin of her mid-thigh in cursive, Mi-rae was not the least bit alerted. That's how she realised that the word would hold true meaning only when spoken to her by her own soulmate. So, she went on with her life constanly dreaming and longing to meet her one and only, the love of her life, her soulmate... And days turned into months and months turned into years with Mi-rae threading her way through all kinds of struggles withour her soulmate by her side. Her faith on meeting him, though, had always provided her with the strength and comfort she needed to pull through them all. Her thoughts were always consumed and centered around finding him. Everytime she visited a new place or met new people, all she could think about was "Could he be here?", "Could he be the one?". One would say she was starting to get obsessed, but she had honestly tried not to put too much thought into it. But how could she not constantly look for her other half when she knew he's somewhere out there?

Growing up with watching rom-coms and reading romance novels, Mi-rae had long since prepared herself for her love story and her eagerness to experience it has never ceased. However, her patience had started to grow thinner and thinner as time kept going by and she was left to watch all the girls around her find their soulmates. Soon, her unfulfilled yearning gave way to frustration and bitter thoughts.

Is love that hard to find in this world?

Or does it come only when you don't look for it?

But how can I not look for it?

How can I let it go and move on with my life until someday I 'accidentally' come across it?

I need it now!

If I ever meet my soulmate I'll tell him that I hate him!

I hate him for not showing up earlier, I hate him for not showing up when I needed him most, I hate him for not taking care of me when he should have, I hate him for not being my shoulder to cry on, I hate him for- I just hate him!

I'll make sure to tell him that!

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It is yet another chilly evening with Mi-rae working at her family's bakery. The small shop, well-known in the area, was passed down to one generation after the other and truthfully, Mi-rae was content with being part of the family business. Ever since she was little, she always accompanied her parents and helped them with their work at the bakery; from making soboro bread with her dad to decorating patbingsoo with her mum. She never had great aspiration in terms of a career even if she excelled at school and had the potential to study both law and medical sciences alike. On the contrary, Mi-rae desired a different and simple life; all she wanted was to have a loving family someday. She dreamt of that 'happily ever after' with her caring husband and their sweet children. Unfortunately though, without her soulmate, that dream will always be out of reach... With her tenth frustrated sigh, today, triggered by thoughts of her soulmate, she withdraws to the oven room and starts decorating some patbingsoo in order to cheer herself up. Not long after, the chime of the door from the bakery's entrance notifies her of a customer's arrival. Finishing up the last touches and placing the desserts inside the refrigerator, she heads up to the check-out waiting for the customer while slightly yet rhythmically tapping her hands on the counter.

When a tall, golden blond-haired man enters her line of vision, her tapping halts as she's about to greet him. However, be it the fact that he's wearing earbuds or that he's avoiding eye contact with her, she hesitates to do so. Simply taking the pack of hotteok he selected, she puts it in a bag after a quick scan of its bar code. Opening her mouth to state its price, she's once again silenced by him handing her the exact amount of money required. Mi-rae had dealt with rude and ignorant customers before and it had always consisted of her giving them a stern yet good-natured scolding to the point they apologised to her for their behaviour. This time, however, it was different. Observing the blank expression on this man's face, feeling his intimidating aura, glimpsing at his intense brown orbs; she couldn't bring herself to properly address him, let along snap at him. Therefore, without the both of them having uttered a single word to one another, she watches as the subdued man begins to walk out of her bakery. Letting out a breath she didn't realise she was holding back, she's about to return to her patbingsoo decorating when suddenly the sound of a certain familiar word reaches her ears, "Goodnight". Halting her step with her lips parting, a wide-eyed Mi-rae finds herself almost unable to comprehend what she just heard. Consumed by a world-shaking feeling, the phrase ringing in her ears over and over, she bolts towards the exit of the bakery.

It's him.

My... My actual...

My actual SOULMATE!

IT'S HIM!

It feels as if she is running in slow motion whereas her thoughts are running wild at the speed of light. She's finally met her soulmate! The one who's going to love and cherish her unconditionally! The one she's going to spend the rest of her days with, share a family with! The life she has always dreamt of is now within her reach! Euphoria wells up inside her at these thoughts yet the bitter memories from the past instantly catch up to her. All the times she cried over the loneliness she felt by his absence. Her hopes of meeting him getting shattered day after day with no sign of him. She suffered from that emptiness her whole life... All because he wasn't there, beside her! Once out of the bakery, Mi-rae doesn't need to think of the first thing she is going to say to her soulmate. Glaring at his back with tears appearing at the corner of her eyes, she lets out all the frustration she had in store for him in a single phrase, "I hate you!".

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 27-- Danger

Content warning: manipulation

You make a break for it by the light of the moon. Getting out of the building is easier than you thought it would be— none of the strange people that you pass seem to pay you any attention, and if they do look in your direction, they don't stop to talk. You haven't been enjoying the game you're testing, and the awkward, cloaked company employees have been giving you the chills since your first day here. Ray seems very nice, but something about this place just rubs you the wrong way. 

As soon as you step outside, you are absolutely certain of your decision— the fresh air hits your face, and it’s like a weight has lifted from your shoulders. You have no idea where this place actually is, considering you came here with a blindfold on, but you figure that if you wander far enough away, eventually you'll come to some kind of road, where you'll find people willing to direct you to the nearest town. That, or you can walk until you have cell service, then use your phone to contact someone who'll be willing to help— maybe you’ll be able to get in touch with a coworker or a friend, even at such a late hour. All you really know is that everything is not as it seems at this game design company, and you are eager to put the entire experience behind you.

As you pass through the garden, your confidence grows— you might get away with this after all. Well, of course you'll get away with it— it's not like you're being held against your will or anything. Ray will understand if you want to seek other opportunities elsewhere, right? What's he gonna do, try and keep you here? Track you down, drag you back, and lock you in your room? No, Ray would never do something like—

You cut yourself off inside your head, pausing to listen to the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. There is no mistaking them— you have been pursued. Why have you been pursued? Surely the employees would be too busy working on their game to bother with the likes of you. You whip around, not sure what to expect, and come face-to-face with Ray. You breathe a sigh of relief— he’ll understand as soon as you explain what’s going on, and then you can be on your way. “MC,” he breathes, rushing over to you. “My prince(ss). There you are. When I came to your room and you weren't there, I thought...”

“Ray,” you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. You trust Ray to respect your decision to leave, but you still feel bad about disappointing him. When you first arrived at Magenta, he mentioned that if you’d refused to test the game, they would have had to delay its release; by leaving, you’re only making more work for him, not to mention for whoever he selects to test the game once you’re gone.  “I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you. I think you're a great guy, but I have to—”

“MC?” You don't need to look at him to see that he's getting choked up. “You're not trying to leave me, are you?” There’s a note in Ray’s voice that you can’t quite place, something raw and almost feral. All of a sudden, you’re not sure how well you know him, after all. 

“It's not you, it's just…” You try to think of a good way to phrase your complaints. It's not easy; you get the feeling that Ray will take your criticism to heart no matter what you tell him. But he's a reasonable person, right? He'll understand eventually. All you have to do is get through to him, and then you'll be free to go. Maybe he can help you— he was the one who got you transportation here, right? So once you tell him that you're getting creeped out, maybe he can help you leave. He did tell you that he only wants you to be happy, so surely, he would let you go if you were unhappy, right? “I'm feeling a little bit smothered here. and I think... I want to get back to my life. We could keep in touch, of course, but... would you mind calling that car again?”

Now you look up, expecting Ray's warm smile. That is not what you receive. There's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, though it doesn’t align at all with the strange new quality in his voice. He is looking at you with pure, unadulterated pity. “You don't know what you're saying,” he reaches out, caressing your face with a single gloved finger. For a moment, you wonder if he might be right— after all, you hardly know anything about this place. You don’t exactly have enough information to make an educated decision. “Those liars must have poisoned your mind while I was distracted with my task.” No. You need to get out of here. 

“Ray,” you breathe, trying to remain calm. You know him, right? He's never been anything but nice to you. Surely you must be misunderstanding his intentions. “Could you please give me a ride home?”

“You're already home, my MC,” Ray assures you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Let's get you back to your room.” His words are benign enough, but his tone suggests that he has no intention of entertaining any arguments from you. 

“Ray, please.” The alarm bells are ringing in your head. Why doesn't he understand? “Please let me leave this place. I’m not happy— you said you wanted me to be happy, right? So—” 

He places a finger over your lips, effectively shushing your complaints. “Shh, it’s alright, prince(ss). You don’t really think you’d be happy out there, do you? Don’t you remember what it was like before you came here?” 

“I—” You stammer. “But—” 

“I’ll make you happy,” Ray assures you, steering you back in the direction of the castle. “Trust me, my MC. Have I ever lied to you before?” 

It would be so easy to squirm out of his grip. You could make a break for it, and you doubt Ray could catch you, not operating on as little sleep as he is. You could run through the wilderness surrounding Magenta, hike up and down a couple mountains, and leave him here forever. That would certainly be the smart thing to do in a situation like this— after all, Ray is blatantly disrespecting your wish to be free of this place. But you don’t have the guts to walk out on him like that. After all, you trust him don’t you? Don’t you?

“Everything is going to be alright,” Ray fills your mind with pleasantries, and before you know it, you’re back at the door to the castle. “You don’t really want to walk outside in the cold, do you? I’ll take you back to your room and bring you some hot chocolate, okay, my prince(ss)?” 

Hot chocolate does sound nice, you decide— certainly better than fumbling around in the dark for a road that will take you who-knows-where. At least when you’re with Ray, you know that you’ll be taken care of. “Okay,” you breathe, returning to Magenta of your own volition as Ray holds the door for you. 

[pbandjesse]

I am so happy we got the day off. I really needed it. I actually felt good today and got some stuff done. It was great.

I slept until 930. I woke up briefly when James left for work. Got a kiss before they left. And went back to sleep.

When I woke up I felt good. But I also didn't feel like I needed to get up. I would just lay in bed on my phone. But after 10 I finally got up.

I was kind of cold. And my hair didn't look as nice as I hoped. Frustrating but whatever.

I got dressed and went to have cereal. It was a nice day. I didn't feel like I needed to rush to do anything. I could just have a good day.

I really wanted to make ice cream bread today. So I would have to go get self rising flour.

I got myself together and drove to the grocery store. I would find the flour pretty quick and also went to find a new wrist brace. They didn't have the same brand but I actually think I like this one better. The material is softer and it ha three points of connection rather then two. And it has gel on the palm area which is nice.The only real downside is that it's only for my one wrist, while the other one could be either hand. My right arm doesn't hurt as much though so I think it's okay for now. But hopefully it helps the pain.

I would pay and go drive around the block to Park closer to the hard ware store. I really want to support this Ace but man. They only every have half the stuff I need. Ans they don't seem to carry basically any wood except for trim.

But I got more screen material and some hinges. And for enjoyed walking around and chatting with the employees.

I left there and drove to the restore a road from the Home Depot. First time I have gone and it was a really clean one! And the staff was so nice! It was great.

I was mostly looking for a screen door. And I found one but sadly it would end up being a bit to small. But that's okay. I will probably still use it in some way. It was behind a chain and I wasn't sure if I was allowed to move the chain myself so I went and asked am employee. And when I decided to buy it the person at the front desk was so nice. She was the store manager and we talked about our cats and because she was excited about it she gave me $2 off. Amazing. We showed each other pictures of our cats and it was super cute.

I did still go to Home Depot to get more 2x2s. And they actually had the saw working! So I did not have to chop them by hand. And the worker was very nice to me. I had a lot of places to carry but I muscled it to the register and then to the car. Excellent.

I went home after that. I thought about getting lunch but I shouldn't eat out every day even though I want to. I got home and got eveything inside. Sweetp was scared of the wood again? He's always afraid of wood for some reason.

I started working on attaching hinges to the door I bought but it became clear I will have to frame it out differently. So that's a later problem. Ah well.

I switched gears to work on the door for the catio. And this went sideways because I apparently can't measure. So I had to cut the wood three times. But after like two hours I was able to make it work. I also discovered that the screws I was using worked way better with a square bit and I was so thrilled.

The lock I bought did not work so I ended up using eye screws and a carabineer to close the door but it worked!! And Sweetp was able to start exploring! I will have to make some things for him to climb on and perch in but I am really excited about how it came together.

I would finally eat some lunch. I warmed up my leftover Indian and filled a pita again and that was really good. And I started working on baking ice cream bread.

I wanted to try and make the Neapolitan with the three flavors. And I for sure should have melted the ice cream better because I struggled to mix it with the flour. But it smelled great. That would bake for 45 minutes while I got Sweetp used to going in and out of the windows. And I would do the dishes. Some had to be done by hand but that was fine.

I would also vacuum the frog tank and finally put away my printmaking workshop supplies form the weekend. Was nice to put things away.

I had some of my ice cream bread when it was done and I was feeling really good about it. Was even better with a little frosting.

I have been hanging out since then. With sweetp. Texting Celia. Waiting for James to come home. Today was opening day and they went to watch the game. Which I think went well.

Tomorrow we are back to work. And I am looking forward to it even if I would prefer to be home. It will be a good day. And then tomorrow night me and James are going to see an interactive showing of "Death Becomes Her" which I loved when I was a kid but I haven't seen in 20 years. I'm excited. I hope you all have a great night. I love you all!! Good night!!

[frightnightindustries]

@indigo-flightly-falls

Real look inside the clubhouse

Fragment, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Absence, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Fragment: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Phantasm, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Absence, spraying Fragment: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Fragment: Dude, I forgot- Absence: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Epitome: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Absence: I’ve organized your messages into three categories. Absence: “From Parody” Absence: “Death Threats” Absence: and “Death Threats From Parody”

Epitome: A person can really hear themselves think out here. Epitome’s mind: Did you leave the stove on? The front door unlocked!? WILL YOU DIE ALONE!? Epitome: Well, that was a mistake.

Phase: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Freak: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Phase: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

Phase: I once tried to play a pirated copy of Garfield Kart, when Garfield jumped out of my PC! We are currently married with three beautiful children and a summer house in Lisbon.

Parody: Sometimes I like to call people by the wrong name to show them I don’t care about them. Absence: That’s brilliant. Parody: Thank you, Neurosis.

Epitome: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Mastermind: Are you okay? Fragment: Did you actually just ask them that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Phase: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Mastermind: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

Fragment, talking about Phantasm: Y’know, you never mentioned an intern. Neurosis: That’s because they’re not officially an employee, they’re unpaid. Fragment: You don’t pay them?! Neurosis: They get college credit. Fragment: Are you sure your not evil?

Epitome: Even Phantasm and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich. Phantasm: I mistook them for a garbage can.

Neurosis: Phase and I are so close we even share a toothbrush. Phase: We what?

Neurosis: Any tips on how to make someone like me? Phantasm: Try to make them laugh all the time. Neurosis: Oh, wow! You actually help me for once, and it's even good advice! Phantasm: Yeah, the more they laugh, the more time they spend with their eyes closed, so it'd be easier.

Absence, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles. Mastermind: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake- Epitome, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles. Mastermind: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

Mastermind: My mom is calling… hi mom. Freak: Come on guys, stop. They’re trying to talk to their mom. Phantasm: *loud fake sexual noises* Parody: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! Absence: *is asleep* Epitome: *gets really close to the phone* Tell her I said hi.

Absence: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Neurosis: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back... Freak: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Mastermind: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Phantasm: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Parody: Mental stability, my old friend! Absence: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Neurosis: Hey, let’s mess with Mastermind, guys! Absence: Hey, Mastermind, your momma so fat- Mastermind: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison. Phase: Well, uh- your dad- Mastermind: My father left when I was two to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets. Absence: The fuck- Fragment: Well then... Neurosis: Stop, Fragment! Fragment: Your grandparents so- Mastermind: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted. Mastermind: You cannot best me, mortals.

Neurosis, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need— Parody: A family. Phantasm: A better love life. Epitome: Mental stability. Absence: *clueless* Bagels?

Freak: How do I ask someone out? Mastermind: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Freak: No! Phase: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Freak: Stop! Neurosis: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Freak: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

[hms-no-fun]

one of my favorite jobs i ever had was at a gas station attached to a food pyramid grocery store. i got transferred there from cashiering at the main store when they needed help, which was considered a downgrade. the boss there was known for being really strict and punishing, but she literally just had a laminated list of things you had to get done before the end of your shift and as long as those things got done and customers were respected she literally didn't care what you did on company time??? i watched so many other people go through that store and completely fuck up and get on the manager's bad side, meanwhile i (the person who had more than once needed to flee to the bathrooms during peak hours to cry from overstimulation) became her go-to employee for opening and closing shifts because i had a clear set of instructions and an understood boundary of respect between my boss and me. i spent so many hours at that gas station writing and reading and just fucking belting songs that i was playing from my shitty flip phone (it was a small gas station so there was only ever one attendant at a time except during changeovers).

the thing about "entry level" jobs is that they're only a fucking nightmare because management makes it that way. it is actually exceedingly possible to have a pretty good boss, as long as they're not trying to squeeze infinite productivity out of you. i only quit because i moved to another city when i transferred colleges, but that job was SUCH a nice gig compared to pretty much every other service job i ever worked.

googling ‘jobs for autistic people’ and realising that everyone still thinks autistic people are either sheldon cooper or really tall toddlers

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What does it mean when a guy asks a girl, “When is your birthday?”

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A bunch of things, really. It could mean he is planning something for you, or trying to figure out your sign, or figuring when you turn 18. think about the context of the question.

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Usually, this is because he is trying to gauge whether or not you are a minor, if he can see himself hooking up with you, dating you, marrying you, or if you will have enough eggs in tact to have his future children.

That seems like alot eh?

Sigh… Womanhood.

Anytime a guy asked me my age, it was for NO OTHER REASON than to judge me, and put me in a box based on a number.

Example: I was in Whole Foods a few weeks ago, and one of the employees has seen me come in a few different times and briefly chatted me up. But this time, it seems like he is flirting a bit and out of know where he asks, “How old are you?”

I was irritated because just like that, a man is “deciding” whether or not he even wants to talk to me, and if I am worthy of his attention.

If you say the wrong number (a number he doesn't want to hear), he will shut down and immediately lose interest. Meaning, he thinks you are…too OLD.

Example: I was on a holiday in Europe bringing in the New Year. I met a guy in the club at around midnight, and he was flirting etc. The next thing out of his mouth was, “How old are you?”

I met another guy that same night at the club. One of his first questions was, “How old are you?”

These are guys you will likely never even see again at any point in life, yet you feel like you have to show them your Birth Certificate 2 minutes into meeting them. This is the kind of bulls#ite women go through daily. And guess what?

The gag is, it gets worse as you age! It gives you something to look forward to eh? 🥲😒

I can write about 50 other occasions a guy rudely and with every ounce of entitlement, asked me how old I was.

I want to start asking these guys how much money is currently in their bank account. Let's check that CHASE, WELLSFARGO, BANK OF AMERICA checking/savings account. Don't be shy. Log into that account using the apps they are constantly shoving down everyone's throat.

I want to know how much money he Nets yearly because I don't have time for broke men. If it's not at least triple what I make yearly then, he is not my type. NEXT.

I want to know the results of his latest Physical and full blood work because I don't have time for people running around with under the radar STDs, or absurdly High Cholesterol. Nope. Chlamydia and it's friends are everywhere.

Get it together guys.

Yeah. I want to judge and make them as uncomfortable as they make women feel.

I digress.

A guy will ask for your age to see if they should or could move forward with you in a romantic sense.

[beaversatemygrandma]

yapping bc i had an interesting convo with my manager today

She's very much just keeping an eye out for me, but this is something. So, the guy, walking red flags which are honestly a bunch of false positives.

So, i remember after new years, he went on a whole tangent about how he had a whole spiral on new years about what went right and wrong in the last year and i was talking him through the aftermath. But then he starts on how he was texting this manager. First off, why? Well, he straight up shows me the texts. (Sure, he made a whole ass move there, but again. He's at least very honest with me.) He was checking in on her after a whole personal conversation he remembered from when they were working the halloween event together. Just seeing how she was doing. Sadly, she took the professional road of "you no longer work here" but in a polite way. He took that as work related talk and started to try to get answers on why he was fired. Well, she started getting a bit aggressive with it. He returned that notion. There was apparently a phone call. Not a nice one. (Tbh, i actually got another possible reason for the firing from her today...) And well, that led to her telling him not to contact her again and blocking him. So. Fair enough. Honestly, i cringed a bit when i read that.

Anyways, she asks me today if I'm still hanging out with him and if he's still helping me with my car stuff. Which he is. I'm not going to let her know it's been a bit more than that, bc i can see where this conversation is going. She asks me how that's going, i give her the rundown of the hell that it's been trying to get this stereo to work, how it should work but there's something that's now not letting power go to the stereo itself, etc etc. And she starts with a warning of what he had said and done outside of my radar while at work. Basically, he was hitting on a bunch of girls outside of our department (tbh, i think he and the other operator who got fired made it a whole game. Tbf, the other was polyamourous and had like three going at once. He had game. This guy on the other hand, only really ended up going home with somebody after the halloween party and the night after was when we started connecting.) She stated some things she's heard him say (again, game. These guys took the rule of no dating WITHIN your department seriously. And the other part of reasoning of firing.) and basically it came down to "I worry about you spending time with him. I think he's manipulative. I don't want you ending up hurt or having him ask you for a lot of money and disappearing or something." Which honestly, considering this guy's past, that is a fair thing. BUT this guy hasn't given me a single reason not to trust him. I understand the idea of being manipulative. I don't think somebody manipulative would literally show you a whole plan, do it step by step right in front of you, literally show you messages that he ultimately regretted (see above), and basically hide nothing. I know the whole damn story of how he ended up in prison. Not the cut and dry "drug charges" but the whole fucking thing. He's literally just a strange, self-medicating, adhd dumbass who somehow has an element of charisma. And the thing with money was fair, but this guy cashapps me change after i give him money to get something for the stereo. You hand him $40 cash to order stuff, and he later sends exact change. Like. It was starkly precise actually. Hell, he even gives me extra when asking me to pick up something for him. I haven't had a single reason not to trust him. I've seen how he acts in public, I've seen how he treats his family, I've seen a lot. There's nothing negative. anywhere.

Then again, due to all of this, I'm keeping such a close eye on everything he does. Something in the back of my head is asking if he's actually going to school now or not. But with how his mom is a school district employee (like principal years ago and now on the actual county board.) and how he's been insanely busy this week, i don't know why this is a worry. Especially because the brief times i've seen him this week, he's been looking like he was prepared for that type of thing and honestly a hell of a lot cleaner than the typical day (not saying he's not normally clean, but he cleans up nice. It's just different from the typical slightly covered in motor oil and grease from that bike which is now the daily driver... and tbh after the flub the other day on that thing bc it was cold af and windy, i really wish he'd just pick up a junker car and fix that to use bc it'd cost less than to insure than his damn corvette which he can't even afford to use right now...)

Basically, I'm ready to walk away at any given moment if he shows me a reason i shouldn't stick around. It's just that I've kinda gotten a bit too far at this point and I'm now being warned about him after having mentioned him super briefly in conversations with coworkers. I mean there's a difference between this guy when he's actually trying to keep somebody around versus just fucking around at a pointless minimum wage tourism job. I feel like I'm just defending my choices here. I'm aware they're stupid ones, but some people deserve a chance. And sure, he fucked up the chance at work somehow. (It's a lot of small things.) But he's not fucking this up and has actually been a very reliable and kind person to me and nothing less.