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thisapplepielife · 9 months ago

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Written for a @astrangersummer.

Tip Your Driver

Of all the shitty service jobs Steve's had, this one is definitely among the worst.

And he's been stuck working some pretty shitty jobs over the years, both before and after they moved out here. If he hadn't hated the one at the shoe store so much, because ew feet, he wouldn't be doing this in the first place. At least that was in one location, a steady paycheck, and not that far from their apartment. But, he didn't know that feet draw in some weirdos, so here he is, lugging other people's shit around, because he needs the money.

He just sighs as he pulls up in front of the address on the app. He double checks the posted numbers over the garage, and it seems to be the right place. Everything matches enough for him to call it good.

The house is really nice.

It's not in The Hills or anything, so he hadn't expected something so nice.

Now, Steve doesn't mind delivering groceries, not really, but this guy, Eddie it says, ordered a bunch of heavy shit, and the tip was only the mediocre bare minimum. Which, he wasn't that mad about, until right now, after he's seen the house this guy lives in.

No, now he's pretty annoyed.

Whatever. Par for the fucking course from Fancy Pants Rich McGee over here. How the hell you spell chauffeur? Chauffeur. Indeed. Maybe he should make tiktoks about situations just like this. Robin keeps hounding him, saying if he'd just do it, that he could rake in a little extra cash.

He's skeptical.

Steve looks back at the house.

Oh well. He left his money behind for a reason, the only thing he kept was his car because his parents were dumb enough to put it in his name. And honestly? It does him no good to be jealous or whatever the fuck he's feeling right now.

At least this guy had been responsive, and pretty nice, when answering Steve's messages about substitutions and out of stock items. Not everybody is, unfortunately, acting as if Steve is the one stocking the store himself.

Steve opens the back hatch of his car, and leans in to grab the first items to be left at the door, as requested. If they don't see you, they feel less bad about the shitty tip, Steve's learned.

But it's fine. Steve doesn't want to deal with anyone face-to-face today, anyway. Because he needs to hurry. He and Robin are already a couple days late on rent, and he's gotta try to make up the difference today. If not, they're gonna be fucking screwed. Why is this city so goddamn expensive to live in? It's bullshit.

"Let me help," comes the voice right next to him, and Steve jumps, hitting his head on the open hatch door.

Now, he's skipped over annoyed and has been vaulted straight into pissed off.

Partly at himself for being so far in his own head that he didn't even hear this guy approaching, but mainly at this asshole for even being in his personal space in the first place. He needs to take about three big steps back.

"Oh, fuck! Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" the guy shouts, and Steve hasn't even seen this asshole yet, but he knows he hates him.

"Most people don't help unload the car," Steve snaps, turning to look at him, and the guy is looking back at him with big, big brown eyes. Robin would call them doe eyes, without a doubt. Well, fuck. Fine. Steve softens his tone, "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting you."

"Sorry," Eddie says again, still too close. "I'm Eddie. I ordered the groceries. Can I help? Please?"

Steve nods, and lets him reach in and grab his own case of water, while Steve picks up a few of the sacks. It's the least the guy can do, now that he's given him a headache. Literally.

Steve carries the sacks towards the porch, and leans over to put them down.

"Just come on in," Eddie says, and the door swings open, banging against the rubber doorstop on the wall.

"Don't bang the door!" comes the yell from the other room, and Steve peers into the house and sees an older guy sitting in a lift chair, with a walker in front of him.

"It's my door, old man, I'll bang it if I want to!" Eddie yells back, but there's no heat there. Steve can hear the teasing affection in his voice, and Steve can't help but smile.

"Don't come crying to me when there's a hole in your wall. Can you patch drywall? Because I can't right now," the guy, probably Eddie's dad the way they're bickering, snaps.

Eddie ignores the question from his dad.

"C'mon, this way," Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at Steve, as Steve lingers on the step.

Well, no. That's not. You don't go in stranger's houses. It's, like, rule one. And just good common sense. Which apparently Steve has none of, because he does follow Eddie into the house.

Robin will kill him, if this Eddie dude doesn't kill him first.

Steve puts the bags down on the counter, and heads back out to make another trip, Eddie following, "That's my uncle. He's just crotchety that he had to have his broken hip replaced, and now he's dependent on me for the near future."

Steve laughs, "Well, maybe don't bang the door and he won't be crotchety."

"You heard me. It's my door," Eddie says, smiling wide. He's pretty, very pretty. Long, dark hair tied up on top of his head, and heavy tattoos all along his arms, creeping up onto his neck.

He's honestly gorgeous.

Steve wonders if he's famous. He doesn't look familiar, but he looks like he could be famous. And his house is pretty fucking nice. This is L.A. Everybody is somehow famous in L.A. Except for Steve and Robin. They are definitely not famous.

Unless he's a tech bro? But he doesn't really look the type.

Either way, famous or not, Steve smiles back, can't not, not when he looks like that, then asks, teasing him, "Well do you know how to patch drywall?"

"Fuck no. But I could hire someone to fix it if the door knob somehow gets through the stopper."

"Well, at least you have a plan," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"He just hates the city. Hates my house. Hates everything. Except me. He loves me," Eddie says, as he grabs a case of Gatorade in one hand and the case of pork and beans in the other.

That's a lot of beans.

"That's a lot of beans," Steve says aloud, even if he doesn't mean to, even if he knows better than to comment on other people's groceries.

But Eddie laughs. "Tell me about it. Man likes what he likes, though. There's no changing him now."

Steve nods, grabbing another handful himself. It's nice that Eddie is taking care of his uncle.

"I'm not usually home much, hence all the groceries being ordered at once. Sorry about that. The cabinets were pretty bare, and I just didn't want to leave him home alone. He's still a fall risk, even if he keeps insisting he's not."

"That's okay, I understand. Big orders are more common than you'd think," Steve says, stepping back into the house that he's probably not going to get murdered in, thankfully.

Big orders are common, he's not lying about that, and more often than not, the tips offered for shopping hundreds of items, are less than you'd think. So, this order wasn't even out of the ordinary. Not really. That's why Steve took it. Some pay was better than none, especially today, that's for sure.

"Still. I'm grateful. You saved my ass today, man," Eddie answers.

"Well, it's my job," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

They finish bringing everything in, and Steve nods at Eddie, "Okay. I think that does it."

"Here," Eddie says, and plucks an envelope off the counter, "I always worry that your tips in the app will get eaten up by the corporate assholes taking their cut off the top. So. Cash is king."

Steve takes the envelope. A tip he doesn't have to report? Why thank you, Eddie.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do this, or help bring it in, you know? But I appreciate both."

Eddie smiles, "Thank you for getting all that shit for us. We both appreciate it. Don't we Wayne?"

Wayne grumbles, but Steve's pretty sure he doesn't appreciate anything right now. He knows he wouldn't either, if he had broken his hip.

They say their goodbyes, and that's that. Steve will never see Eddie with the pretty eyes ever again.

At the next red light, Steve opens the envelope, expecting an extra ten or twenty bucks, maybe, but is shocked to see that there are three, insanely crisp one hundred dollar bills inside.

Holy shit.

That's way more than he usually makes in a single day. Two days, even. Just by delivering one order that he didn't think was gonna pay well at all.

And he got to look at a hot dude for a minute or two.

It's enough to cover what they were short on the rent, even. It might not have felt like a lot of money to Eddie, if he handed it over so readily, but it feels life-changing to Steve, right now. He remembers when three hundred bucks wasn't anything to him either, back when he had access to all his parents' money and all their unhappiness.

Now, it's different.

Robin's gonna shit.

Hot damn.

Thank you, Eddie.

"Booyah," Steve says, slapping the envelope on the counter.

Robin picks it up, and thumbs through it. It has Eddie's tip, and the few extra bucks he picked up during the rest of the day.

"Oh my god, no way! Where did you get this much cash, dingus? Are you turning tricks on the side now?" Robin asks, and Steve laughs.

"Yes. I thought I'd see what I could get for this ass," Steve says, turning and pushing his ass outwards in her direction.

She doesn't even look, but says, "Honestly, you might be worth more than this, as much as I hate to admit it," she comments dryly, and he smiles.

"No, some rich dude that ordered a bunch of heavy shit gave me a big tip," Steve explains.

"That's what she said," Robin teases, and her eyes are still wide as she looks at the bills in her hand, "Seriously, though. Thank you, rich, old dude," Robin says.

"Rich, but not old. I think he might have been famous in some way. YouTuber? Musician? I don't know. Nice house."

"Well. Describe him. Let's Google him," Robin says, wiggling her fingers in the air like she's stretching before this big task she's about to undertake.

Steve isn't sure searching for him is gonna work, but he lets her try, "Eddie. Probably a little older than us. Lots of tattoos."

"Was it Eddie Vedder? Please tell me you know who Eddie Vedder is, dingus?"

He knows who Eddie Vedder is, Jesus.

He gives her a look, "Not that old. And he was heavily tattooed. Is Eddie Vedder tattooed? Plus, this guy had dark eyes. Really dark. And no flannel."

She keeps looking on her phone, showing him options, "Him?"

No.

"Him?"

No.

"Him?"

"No. Not him." None of them are. Nobody she shows him is the same guy. So, he thinks of all the famous Eddies he knows of.

"Was it Eddie Van Halen?" Steve asks.

"Since he's dead, probably not," Robin says.

"Oh," Steve says. He didn't remember that. And he'd be too old, anyway. "We're looking for someone that looks kinda like young Eddie Van Halen. But with tattoos."

"You're obsessed with the tattoos. Was it Ed Sheeran? He has lots of tattoos," Robin asks, and he rolls his eyes.

"Robin. I think I know what Ed Sheeran looks like. This man was not ginger. Dark hair, dark eyes. And he was American. Maybe this guy is just rich? Not famous at all. It doesn't matter. I'll never see him again, anyway. We'll just thank him from afar for saving our asses today."

Robin sighs heavily, and puts her phone down, "If you'd got yourself a rich boyfriend we'd have it made all the time."

"Well, I'll work on that," he says sarcastically.

At least for now, they can pay another month's rent. That's a big win. Huge.

Maybe they can keep their heads above water, now.

And they do, by some sort of miracle. It was only three hundred bucks, but that was enough of a windfall to get them back in the black. And somehow they've stayed ahead since, for nearly two whole months. They haven't been this stable financially since they arrived in town.

Today, Steve flips through the different apps he drives for, trying to decide what order to take, when he sees a huge pizza order. The order is absurdly big, but the tip is decent, and picking up a stack of pizzas is infinitely easier than shopping a whole-ass grocery list. Steve's just seriously questioning if it'll all fit in his car.

He's gonna risk it.

Luckily, it does, but there are pizza boxes piled high in every seat and the rear. He definitely doesn't have hot bags for all of them. Hopefully he doesn't get caught in traffic.

The area seems familiar, but when Steve pulls up in front of the house, he knows why. Eddie. Only, the last time it was groceries, not food, that he delivered here.

There are vehicles everywhere. Clearly some sort of party, Steve thinks, to require this amount of pizza. And as soon as Steve steps out of the car, Eddie is out of the house, being trailed by three other, mostly leather-clad, guys. It'd look threatening, if Eddie wasn't smiling so big.

"Steve! When I saw Steve was my driver, I was like, maybe? But Steve's a common name, and there was no picture, so I didn't get my hopes up, but hey! It is you!" Eddie shouts, moving to the back of the car, "Watch your head this time, sweetheart," Eddie adds, and Steve is sure he's blushing.

He just stands there kind of dumbly, watching as Eddie commandeers his order right out of Steve's vehicle. Eddie's definitely unusual.

Eddie hands stack after stack of pizzas to the waiting guys, making them carry the bulk of it. And Steve watches as they ferry them off towards the house, Steve not having to even lift a finger this time.

Now, it's just him and Eddie standing on the curb.

Eddie holds out an envelope, and Steve looks at it.

"Man, thank you, but you tipped so well last time, you really don't have to again."

"I want to. You provide a service, I want to pay for that service," Eddie says, shaking the envelope, and Steve reluctantly takes it. Whatever is inside, will really help him and Robin stay ahead. It did last time. He's not really in a position to say no, even as well as they are doing at the moment.

"Thank you, truly," Steve says, tucking it into his pocket, "How's your Uncle Wayne's hip?"

Eddie smiles, so fucking wide, "You remembered! He's good. Great. Headed home soon, which I'm certain he's thrilled about. He's definitely never coming here again. I'll have to go home when I want to see him."

Steve laughs, "Glad to hear he's better, if annoyed."

"Do you want to stay?" Eddie asks, "We're having a little going away party for him. The more the merrier. Or, is your shift not over? You could come back?"

Steve doesn't have a shift, he can clock in and out to take orders as he pleases, and right now he'd really like to accept Eddie's offer. Even if it's probably just Eddie being polite. A pity ask, if you will.

"You don't have to invite your delivery driver into your house, you know? I could be a murderer."

"Unlikely," Eddie says, "and I'm not inviting my delivery driver. I'm inviting you, Steve."

Steve thinks over the options, and then nods. He can go in for a bit. If he's uncomfortable, he can get right back on the clock, no harm, no foul.

"Okay, let me park," Steve says, and he does just that. Putting the envelope of cash into the glove box without opening it. He doesn't want Eddie to see him scrounging through it. That feels tacky.

The pizza boxes are already open on every available flat surface in the kitchen and living room, and Eddie shoves a paper plate into Steve's hands, "Eat. Drink. Be merry."

Steve nods, and grabs a slice from the nearest box. He's not picky.

The house is full of people, and a lot of them seem vaguely famous. Like this is an industry thing, instead of a going away party for an old man with a newly not-broken hip.

Steve's worked enough of these events. They tried the catering thing for a while, and it was fine, for Steve anyway. Robin was just a little too clumsy to carry trays of dainty hors d'oeuvres around rooms filled with beautiful women in expensive dresses.

This isn't any of that though. This is cases of beer being chilled in kiddie pools, and dozens of pizzas. Fancy house, but not a fancy party. Steve spots Eddie's uncle sitting by himself on a couch, a beer resting on his knee and a paper plate of pizza on the arm rest.

Nobody else is sitting by him, so Steve goes over, "Can I sit?"

Wayne grumbles something that could be yes, could be no, Steve's not wholly sure, but he chooses to go ahead and sit down beside him.

"How's your hip?" Steve asks.

"Who are you?" Wayne asks, looking at him, suspicious.

"Steve. Uh, a delivery driver? I've brought a couple orders to you guys now. And Eddie invited me to stay."

Wayne nods, and goes back to his plate, "Hip's fine. Ready to go home."

"Where's home?" Steve asks, and he's not sure why. Clearly this man has no interest in making small talk with him.

"Indiana," Wayne says.

"Hey! For me, too. Small world."

"What're you doing in California, then?" Wayne asks. "Trying to get into show biz?"

"No. No way," Steve laughs, "Not for me. Uh, my best friend? Robin? She wanted to move out here. Wanted an adventure. And I wanted her to be happy. So. Here we are."

Wayne nods.

"Did you break your hip in Indiana and Eddie dragged you all the way out here?" Steve asks.

"No," Wayne answers, "I came to visit him and broke my hip before I got out of the airport. This is why I don't take vacations."

Steve smiles, "That's bad luck. Sorry."

Wayne nods his head, and Steve assumes that's the end of this conversation, and they sit in silence for a few moments.

"You're Steve? The one that brought the groceries a few weeks ago?" Wayne asks.

"That's me," Steve confirms.

"He's been talking about you non-stop. I was like, just order more groceries. So, he tried. It was never you. Now we have more food than he'll ever eat. Probably need to take it to the food pantry."

Steve grins, looking down at his plate. He isn't sure what Eddie would want to see him for. They definitely aren't on the same level.

Eddie is across the room, talking wildly with his hands.

"He's a good kid," Wayne says, quietly, "All this? Not him. Not all of him, anyway."

Steve looks back at Wayne, "What do you mean?"

"All this fancy shit. I'm proud of him that their music has done so well. But he's a good kid. And he just wants to be happy."

"Don't we all," Steve says.

"People take advantage. If you're here for the money, for the fame. Just. Move on. Eddie would give it to you. But he wants something more. Needs it, I think."

Steve thinks he could be something more. But he doesn't really have anything to offer Eddie in return, and maybe heeding Wayne's warning wouldn't be such a bad idea. What business does he have getting involved with a famous musician? None.

"Got it," Steve says. "Well, I'm glad your hip healed."

Wayne grumbles at that, and it makes Steve smile.

Steve puts his trash in the can, and looks around. The hallways are lined with platinum records, news articles, and he leans close to read the name. Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin. He's never heard of them. He'll have to look them up on Spotify.

He doesn't belong here.

He takes one last look at Eddie.

Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

He tries to memorize his name, his band, so he can tell Robin later, solving their little mystery.

And then he ducks out of the front door, walking down the long driveway towards his car.

"Hey, Steve! Wait!" Eddie yells from behind him, and Steve slows.

"Hey, man. Thanks for having me," Steve says, turning to look at him.

"You're leaving already?"

Steve nods, "Work, you know."

Eddie nods, "Okay. Well. Come back. Anytime."

"Thanks, Eddie," Steve says, because he's pretty sure Eddie means that, "Enjoy your party. I'm glad Wayne's hip is good as new."

Steve turns to keep walking.

"Steve. Uh," Eddie says, and Steve considers pretending he didn't hear him. It'd be easy. The music is loud, probably pissing off the neighbors, but Eddie keeps talking. "Listen. I like you. Yeah, I know. I barely know you. But. We got good vibes, man. Can you not feel that?" Eddie asks, and when Steve turns to look back at him, he sees that Eddie's hands are shoved deep into his pockets.

He looks nervous.

He's famous, clearly rich, and beautiful. He could have anyone he wants. But he looks nervous talking to Steve. Who delivered the pizza. Make it make sense. Goddamn.

"Eddie," Steve says.

"Do you not feel it? If you don't, I'll leave you alone. I swear. But if you do…"

Steve nods, "I do. But I'm a delivery driver. I live in a tiny apartment that I share with my best friend. We barely make ends meet. You could have anyone. Why would you want me?"

"Because I like you," Eddie says, "and I want to get to know you. I didn't grow up with anything either. I'm not old money. I'm new money. Brand new. So. I'm not that out of touch yet."

Steve smiles. He's old money, he just doesn't have access to it anymore. Eddie's new money, and doesn't know how to handle it. They'd be quite the pair.

Eddie keeps talking, trying to wheedle a date out of him, "Just. Let me take you out. Just us. Let's see if there's anything here," he says, motioning his hand between the two of them.

Steve wants to, he really does.

"Okay," Steve finally says, "nothing fancy. A normal date."

"We can definitely do that," Eddie says, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "Let me give you my number."

Steve rattles off his number, Eddie texts him, and it buzzes against Steve's thigh. Already coming through, showing he's serious.

"Dinner? Movie? Bar? You name it," Eddie offers, eyes never leaving Steve's.

"Dinner's good. Nowhere fancy, though," Steve warns.

"Do I look like I like fancy places?" Eddie asks, looking down at his own clothes.

And Steve's eyes cut back to the gorgeous house.

Eddie laughs, "Fair enough. But I don't."

"Can you go out in public? Or are you too famous?" Steve asks. "I'm not familiar with your band, sorry."

Eddie laughs, "I think I like that you aren't, sweetheart. That means that maybe you like me, just for me. And I can go out. Nobody cares about me all that much."

Steve nods. Alright. They can go on one date, and see how it goes.

Well. That's how it goes.

Very, very well.

So well, that Steve's now satisfied and loose in Eddie's bed, when Eddie laughs, rolling into Steve's shoulder, face pressed to his skin. Lips kissing his shoulder, biting at him gently. Playing with him.

"What?" Steve asks, smiling as Eddie slides his hand into his, squeezing. "What's so funny."

"I tipped my driver," Eddie chokes out, laughing around each word, pressing his crotch into Steve's thigh.

Steve laughs, looking down at this ridiculous man clinging to him, "That you did. And damn well."

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perseusannabeth · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1

A/N: Hi everyone, and happy holidays! This is my contribution to the @acotargiftexchange for the lovely @talkfantasytome! I want to thank the organisers for this absolutely brilliant event. It's looking like this fic will be 3 chapters, so fingers crossed that the rest of the parts will come soon!

This has chef Cassian and writer Nesta, aka my favourite combo. I also have to warn you, as per usual, Cassian's Illyrian cooking is in fact how I cook as a south Asian person.

AO3 is currently down, so I won't be able to post this on there until later, but it will be added. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: Cassian is deeply concerned about the fact that his neighbour cannot cook at all. He decides to start cooking for her to save her from an early death, and it becomes so much more.

Cassian had lived in his current apartment for a long enough time to know most of the people in the building. It wasn't a massive building, so it wasn't hard to run into people. The only person he hadn't run into was his neighbour, who had moved in 3 months ago.

Thankfully, there were signs of life, like the post being checked, and he could hear the door opening and closing. The most concerning thing he noticed was that his new neighbour seemed friendly with the fast food delivery drivers. Cassian didn't like judging food choices because he knew that people around him already felt self-conscious when they talked about food. Being a chef meant people assumed he knew best, but he could easily teach people he was willing to learn. Still, his neighbour was concerning him a lot. They must be on their way to a heart attack with the amount of fast food they consumed, and from Cassian's observation, they sometimes got food at least once a day or more. But Cassian had never assumed his neighbour's eating habits would affect him.

"So, have you seen her around? It's been a few days, that's all, and I'm a little worried about her," said his delivery driver, Toby.

"I'm sorry, I'm so tired right now that my brain barely functions. Please, can you repeat yourself?"

"Nesta, your neighbour. She orders from us daily, but I've not had any deliveries for her for 3 days. I'm just a little worried about her, that's all," Toby said, blushing now. The poor guy couldn't be more than 20 years old. At 20 years old, Cassian can't imagine he would've had the guts to do what Toby was doing, so he had to hand it to the guy.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard from her," Cassian replied, unwilling to admit he'd never seen her before and had just learned her name from Toby. "I'll check on her though, don't worry," Cassian said, to both reassure the man and to get him to leave because, god damn it, his food was getting cold!

"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it. She seems nice, and she tips really well." Toby smiled. Cassian just nodded awkwardly and then waited for Toby to finally (finally) move from his door.

Cassian practically inhaled his food because, yes, he had promised his delivery driver that he would check on his neighbour, but if he was going to check on a potentially dead person, he would not be doing it while he was hungry. Fuck that; he had been in the restaurant since 6am, and he had planned on eating and then collapsing in bed. Now he had to check on his potentially dead neighbour because the delivery boy liked her tips!

By the time he had finished his food, he had managed to work up some energy, mostly just the rage he had to check on his neighbour and delay his sleep. Still, before leaving his flat, he checked his attitude at the door because he didn't want to be rude. He was being neighbourly, even if he was tired.

When he knocked on the door and didn't hear any movement on the other side of the door, he was suddenly wide awake. He had horrific visions of breaking the door down and finding a corpse as he knocked again, trying to delay the rescue mission playing out in his head. When the door flew open, Cassian nearly jumped out of his skin.

The lady in front of him looked pretty annoyed at him, especially as he gawped at her like an idiot. Her hair was pulled up in something that might have once been a bun but was now just a tangled mess. She was in a long t-shirt that had seen better days; it was stained and faded, and underneath, she wore leggings that were in a similar state. But somehow, despite all this and the deep bags under her eyes, she still was the most beautiful woman Cassian had ever seen.

"Can I help you?" The woman said, giving him a quick once over.

That snapped Cassian out of his trance. "Sorry, erm, I'm looking for someone called Nesta?" Cassian asked awkwardly.

The woman had gone from droll to actively suppressing a laugh. "Oh my god, did Emerie actually do it? Are you a male stripper?"

Cassian's eyes widened as he quickly stepped back to distance himself from the beautiful, crazy woman. "Woah, I have no idea who Emerie is. I'm flattered you think I could pass for a stripper, but I'm no magic Mike. I'm Cassian, and I'm your neighbour." Cassian said, pointing at the open door to his apartment.

'Oh," the woman said, now also looking awkward.

"Look, I just need to know if you're Nesta and if you're alright. I ordered some food, and the delivery driver said he was worried because he hadn't heard from you in a few days," Cassian explained, not wanting to linger in awkward silence.

The woman's face went bright red at that, so Cassian assumed that this was, in fact, the mysterious Nesta who tipped really well and ordered food every single day. "Listen, I'm assuming you're Cassian, the chef Mrs Culpepper mentioned. I can only imagine what you think of me since Toby felt chatty today. I'm gonna be honest with you, I can't cook. My friend said not to burn down the building, so I've not tried. Really, my takeaway habit is saving everyone, and as my neighbour, you should be grateful, so don't judge me,"

Cassian held his hands up in surrender. "I'm not judging. Just because I enjoy cooking doesn't mean I assume everyone will. I am, however, slightly concerned. Is that all you eat? That can't be good for your health," Cassian said, frowning as he calculated how expensive that must be and the calories. He wasn't the best with numbers, so he couldn't be sure, but he was pretty sure that was a bad time.

"My friend said the same thing, so she batch-cooked me a few meals. I've got a deadline for work, so I've been even worse than usual, but that's why I haven't ordered any food. When it runs out, which will probably be tomorrow, I'll be back to ordering from Toby," she said with a shrug.

"Okay, I said I'm not judging, but that sounds horrific. I can't let you carry on like that. I don't think my conscience can take it," Cassian said, looking at her wide-eyed. The way this woman was going, she'd be dead of a heart attack in no time.

"I'll be fine; you don't need to take pity on me," Nesta said defensively.

"Listen, it's Nesta, right?" she nodded, eyeing him suspiciously now, which made him want to laugh. She hadn't been suspicious before, but now he was questioning her food intake; she was wary of him. "I get to take leftovers from my work. It's one of the perks, but there's sometimes a lot. I tend to bring them home and make myself something with whatever random stuff there is. It's way healthier than ordering out and helps me not waste food. It's a win-win situation for both of us, really."

"So, you're basically offering to be my personal chef?" Nesta said, trying to figure out what the catch was.

"Well, within reason. If there's anything you hate or won't eat, I'll consider it, and obviously, any allergies. And if you want something specific, I don't mind making that, too, as long as I have enough time to get the ingredients. And I don't really mind cooking; if I didn't love it, I wouldn't do it as my job."

A silence lingered, and Cassian wondered if he had gone in too hard on the sales pitch. He wouldn't be shocked if she said no; it was a weird request from your neighbour, whom you'd only met. But there was something about this woman that made Cassian want to offer to cook for her outside of work. His friends knew he never shared his food, not when he was outside of work. He made traditional Illyrian dishes when he was at home. It was a way for him to stay connected with his culture and mother despite his distance. These recipes had been handed down through generations of his mother's family, but there was something private and intimate about them. But he would share them with his neighbour.

"Are you even real?" Nesta said, staring at him in a bit of a daze. Then, she reached out and poked him in the cheek. "You feel real," she said as she continued poking his cheek.

"I- I think I'm real?" Cassian stuttered, really not sure how he should react. Cassian wasn't shy, but this woman was just something else.

Clearly, his talking pulled her out of whatever daze she was in. "I'm so sorry; I've been working non-stop for my next deadline, so I'm losing my grip on reality right now," Nesta said, shaking her head to get rid of whatever weird thoughts were in her head.

Cassian pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Add your number, and I'll text you so you have mine. Then, you can text me any allergies or anything you wouldn't eat. I'll probably just tell you some dishes I can make with the leftovers, and you can let me know what sounds good. Is that okay with you?" Cassian said.

Nesta nodded, handing his phone back with her number added. Cassian shot her a quick text and then put his phone away. "Thank you," Nesta said awkwardly. "You really don't need to do that, but I'm certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth," she said with a shrug and a quick smile.

Cassian smiled back, said his goodbyes and went back to his apartment. As he shut his door, he took his neighbour in, who was watching him walk away with a contemplative look on her face. He shook his head, shutting his door. Cassian was doing a good deed for his hot neighbour, but he hoped and prayed that his friends wouldn't find out about it.

With that, he quickly got ready for bed, practically collapsing into his bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he noticed that he was smiling and had been since he had said goodbye to his neighbour.

***

Cassian had forgotten entirely about the events of the night before when he woke up in the morning. It was so surreal; it felt like a dream. It wasn't until he was getting ready for his morning run that he realised it was true.

He had a strict no phones policy in the mornings, mainly because his doom-scrolling habit was an awful way to start the day. So until he was ready to leave the house, he wouldn't look at his phone. It had helped with his mental health a lot and made waking up for his job so much easier, too.

Since he had the day off, he slept till 9, which was late for someone who left the house at 4am every day for work. When he finally looked at his phone, he froze for a second, because there was a message from his neighbour.

Once he had processed that yesterday had, in fact, not been a dream, he quickly made a note of the things she didn't like (kale being called the devil's lettuce made him laugh way more than it should've); he had a quick glance in the fridge to see what he could make. He figured he would make a quick tuna and avocado sandwich for lunch, and then for dinner, he would make pasta. Both seemed reasonably safe first options for her meals. Then, he could also give her leftover pasta for lunch the next day.

As he finally left and started his run, he realised this could be the perfect opportunity to work on some new recipes for the restaurant. He wanted to update the menu and add more traditional recipes, but he had been nervous to test them out on anyone. By the time he got to the point he turned back, he had a massive grin on his face. He whipped his phone out and sent Nesta a text.

Cassian: I've just had an idea. How would you feel being my new taster for some experimental recipes?

Her reply was instant, which surprised him.

Nesta: you're doing me a favour so if i can help then i'm good with that. Although idk if i'm the best taste tester since my own culinary skills start and end at cereal

Cassian: All I need is your honest opinion, everyone else in my life is too biased.

Nesta: i'm not afraid of cutting a man down, so dw

Cassian laughed at her message, sending her a quick laughing emoji before he put his phone back to go back home. He was in a good mood and excited about cooking for someone new. Of course, he got to cook for new people at his job every day, but cooking for someone one-on-one was so different. He could get her reactions, and she would give him feedback. This wasn't just a faceless customer; it was his neighbour.

When he had assembled the sandwich, he put it into a Tupperware box and then cleaned up the kitchen. Once he was done, he finally gave Nesta her sandwich, trying to ignore the excitement and nerves bubbling in his stomach as he knocked on her door.

Nesta flung the door open with a massive smile on her face. "Well, hello there, neighbour," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "What do you have for me?" Nesta said, looking at the box with excitement.

"I've got a tuna and avocado sandwich with red onion and some homemade sriracha mayo," Cassian said, presenting her the food with a flourish.

Nesta didn't hesitate to open the box to have a look. "Oh wow, this looks so good, like one of those fancy coffee shop sandwiches which is really over-priced. Did you make the bread, too?" she asked, tapping the sourdough.

"Oh nah, absolutely not; I'm not much of a bread maker; it's so faffy, but I love the smell of fresh bread. There's another chef in the restaurant who makes bread, but there's never any left, so this is just some supermarket bread."

"Oh, well, I thought you used leftovers," Nesta said with a frown.

"I do, but I like to jazz them up, so I use things I have at home, too. Don't worry about it, though."

"Nah, absolutely not. I need to pay you for this if you're using your money to feed me. That's not fair on you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not a charity case."

"I don't think you are!" Cassian said, alarmed. "You're going to help me, remember. Maybe I'll develop a new menu for the restaurant."

"I still want to contribute to this because you're saving me a lot of money. Let me pay half towards your groceries at least," Nesta said sternly.

"I- okay if you insist, but I feel bad taking your money," Cassian said awkwardly.

"Well, that's too bad. Text me your bank details, and I'll transfer you the money, and if you don't, I'll just have to hunt you down and hurt you," she threatened.

"You seem like a busy woman, so I'll try to avoid that happening," Cassian winced. Changing the subject, he asked, "So I never asked, but what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a writer!" Nesta said excitedly.

"Oh wow, that's amazing! What kind of stuff do you write? I've not had time to read in a while, but maybe I should start that up again."

Nesta's eyes widened at that. "Do not read my books. You're not the target audience, and frankly, I would probably have to avoid you if I knew you'd read them."

Cassian frowned at her, and then it dawned on him. "Oh my god, you write porn books!" he exclaimed.

"They're romance books! Sometimes they might have some smut, but they're not porn!" she hissed.

"Right, of course! Well, I'm gonna get going since you've probably got some sex scene left to right or something," Cassian said with a shit-eating grin.

Nesta froze but then smirked. "Actually, I finished writing that last night after you left. You know, since you weren't the male stripper I was hoping for," she said before turning around and slamming the door in his face. He stood there gaping for a while before eventually shaking himself out of it. My god, that woman was something else.

***

"Cassian bheta! It's been too long since you called me," his mother said as she answered the phone. He had decided to ring her while he cooked because it was the best way to cook. He couldn't help but smile at his mother calling him son in their native language. He loved his Illyrian culture; the fact his mother had taught him so much of it gave him such pride.

"Mama, I called you 2 days ago, and I've been texting you too!" he protested with a smile as he diced onion.

"But you're my baby, my bacha, you don't understand. One day, when you have your own children, then you'll understand," she loved saying that line. It was one of his favourites. Now, he was nearing 30 and not even close to being married.

He ignored her comment, knowing no good could come from delving into that subject. "Mama, I'm making Illyrian-style pasta for my neighbour right now."

"Ohh, is your neighbour Illyrian too? Rhys's mum told me that the lady who used to live across the road from her has a daughter in the city! Her name is-"

"Mama! Velaris is a big city; you know I won't run into every Illyrian here, so stop trying to match-make! My neighbour isn't Illyrian, but she said she's happy to try different things. I'm cooking for her because she can't cook for herself."

"She can't cook?" his mother said, sounding scandalised.

"No, and let me tell you, how I met her was crazy."

He relayed the events of yesterday evening while he sauteed the onion in some ghee, diced up some bell peppers and drained the sweetcorn. After the onions started to go soft, he added the basaar, a mix of spices that Illyrians added to almost every dish.

"Well, it's a good thing you're here to look after this girl; the poor thing has been living off those takeaways; she's in desperate need of some good, home-cooked food!" his mother said the word takeaway like it was dirty. She had always been very strict about eating out when they were younger, telling him they could make it better at home. Only as he got older did he realise they probably couldn't afford to eat out for more than the occasional treat.

"That's why I offered mama."

"That's because you're my good bacha," she said fondly. "What's this neighbour's name anyway? And what does she do?" she asked.

Cassian smiled. Illyrian mothers could never resist fishing for gossip, even if it was people they didn't know. "Oh, her name is Nesta, and she said she's a romance writer."

His mother gasped, making him almost drop the pasta as he drained it. "Are you cooking for the famous writer, Nesta Archeron?" his mother asked, her excitement tangible.

"I don't actually know her surname. Why?" he asked, suspicious.

"Oh my god, Cassian!" her mother screamed, so excited that she didn't seem to mind busting her son's eardrums. "Cassian, that woman is my favourite author!"

His eyes widened at that. "Mama! I don't want to know if you read those books!" he said, taking deep breaths and trying to clear his mind of that information.

"Pfft, why? Those books are brilliant, and you're a grown man now, stop being a baby. There are no men in my life, but those fictional men are something else," his mother sounded breathless, which was just too disturbing to think about.

"Mama! Stop, I'll be sick if you carry on, and then how can I feed your favourite author?"

His mother was outraged at that. "Listen here, you! She's writing her next book, so you better feed her well because I've been waiting for this book for a year."

"Geez, mama, I promise I will; now I have to go. I'll give it to her now while it's warm." He said, sprinkling cheese on the pasta he had put in the two Tupperware boxes for Nesta. His mother said her goodbyes because he needed to feed Nesta, not because he said he needed to go. She made it clear her loyalties lie with Nesta, which was concerning.

He knocked on Nesta's door, and she came quickly this time. She eagerly handed him an empty box from lunch, which had been washed, and took the pasta.

"I'm not sure if you know this, but I can smell when you're cooking things, so I've been able to smell this for a while, and I'm starving right now. This smells absolutely amazing, so if this is what Illyrian food is like, keep it coming," Nesta said, not taking her eyes off the pasta.

"Well, this isn't Illyrian food; this is just pasta with an Illyrian twist on it, in all fairness, but I'll keep that in mind." Nesta nodded eagerly. "By the way, my mother wanted me to check. Are you the author, Nesta Archeron?"

Nesta looked up at that. "Yes, I am," she said slowly.

"Right, well, my mother is a big fan and said I need to feed you well so you can write your book because she's very excited. She's basically gonna disown me if I don't cook well for you," he laughed.

Nesta smiled at that. "She sounds sweet. Let her know that you're doing an excellent job."

Cassian smiled back and returned to his apartment, giving her instructions about how she needed to eat the 2nd box for lunch tomorrow because he would be at work. Nesta thanked him profusely, licking her lips as she eyed the pasta.

Cassian got out of there quickly after that because seeing Nesta lick her lips did something weird that he didn't want to think about. He had only met the woman yesterday, so whatever he felt, he would ignore it.

He got a text as he dug into his own pasta while watching a modern family rerun on TV.

Nesta: this might be the best pasta i've ever had omg you're a god!!!

Nesta: i would eat this for the rest of my life if i could

Cassian: It's not too spicy for you?

Nesta: nah, this is fine, the tomatoes calm it down. Idk if i'm strong enough to handle more than this tho, my tastebuds are probs dead with everything i eat

Cassian: Lolll, noted

Cassian cleared his dishes and got into bed since he'd have an early night the next day. Before putting his phone away, he quickly googled his neighbour, and lo and behold, a list of her books came up. She was popular, and he had to admit, he was impressed. Her fans were practically rabid for her next book. It looked like a series, so he ordered the first book before he could think about it too deeply.

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paldeapokecafe · 9 months ago

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Hello! Welcome to the Pokémon Café! Made for Pokémon, by Pokémon! I'm your hostess with the mostess, Leah! And this is my partner and manager: Eevee! Come on down to Los Platos for an unforgettable experience! Oh, I suppose I should introduce you to the rest of my staff as well:

Sprigatito is our main entrée specialist. She's an eager little learner when it comes to new recipes. She takes from her mom, Meowscarada, who also helps in the kitchen from time to time. Sprigatito's kneading is helpful in making jello and choux pastries, as well as helping strawberries grow in our garden.

Fidough's yeast may be indeed useful when it comes to our baked goods, but that doesn't stop him from being our best and main drinks specialist. He likes mixing drinks and playing with the bubbles they make, and he adores the honey our Ribombee makes. He's also very helpful when it comes to wrapping our to-go orders in parchment paper.

Tinkaton's our expert when it comes to small plates. Her huge hammer makes for an excellent press for our sandwiches, as well as a nutcracker. She loves candy, and cracking open jars full of it whenever she's not on the clock.

Ogerpon's the sweetest member on staff, which more than qualifies her to be our main sweets specialist. She's still getting used to customers, but once she learns to trust you, she'll warm up to you like you're her favorite person in the whole world.

Last, but not least, Koraidon's our main delivery driver. He'll deliver your order to you in thirty minutes or less, no matter where in Paldea you are! He loves being tipped in pets and treats. He also helps in the kitchen from time to time, loves making jello, and spreading mayonnaise and butter on sandwiches. He's learned to love making them almost as much as eating them.

So come on down! We'd love to have you!

Hey, everyone! It's the @venusrrvelez here, and I'm finally going in on the rotomblr scene! By the way, I decided to actually attempt to design a logo for rotomblr. Feel free to use it! (Disclaimer: All other art on this blog, unless stated otherwise, will be official Pokémon Café ReMix artwork.)

Anyway, ground rules!

Author is an adult, as is the character. However, please don't send anything NSFW (no sex or gore) here. Thank you.

The events of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet are canon to this blog. This is set years after those events. Juliana is the canon PC and would also be an employee here (and perhaps the owner?). That doesn't mean that Florian does not exist here.

Continuing from point #2: it’s only Pokémon Scarlet’s events that are canon to this blog (which has Juliana as the canon PC anyway, according to Masters EX).

Leah is a rather flat character, since in Pokémon Café ReMix, she's mainly just there to provide tutorials when you first open the game, and introduce events that happen therein. This means that I will be providing a bit of depth to her character, so you might find what she's like after she's unscrewed her customer service smile and turned off that voice.

No high stakes for this blog, unless you have a big order lol

That's all I can think of for now! Enjoy your stay!

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captainnameless · 2 years ago

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i know we’ve talked about it so much, will that prevent me from requesting sleepy max being put down for a nap? no. no it will not. sleepy max pls? with daniel pls? bonus point for GP pls? 🥹

well, who am i to deny you sleepy max?

GP moves his hand to Max’s thigh under the table, squeezing it gently to get his attention. Max’s head is in his hands, cheeks so rosy it’s spread to the tips of his ears, gaze barely focused on who’s speaking.

The squeeze shakes him from his zoned out stare, blinks as he lifts his head to meet GP’s eyes, a soft pout starting to present itself.

“You ok?” GP mumbles under his breath, someone from the team is still speaking, he’s not exactly trying to bring too much attention to them.

Max nods, hands rubbing over his face before he rolls his shoulders back, sitting up. “Yeah, just- … Jetlag catching up.” He whispers back.

GP squeezes gently again, a touch of acknowledgment. Briefing should be done soon.

They wrap it up quite quickly after their interaction, people starting to filter out of the room while Max remains seated in his chair, starting to look zoned out again.

“Want me to see if DR is available?”

Daniel’s name pulls Max from his thoughts again, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth before he nods. “Please?”

“Of course,” GP hums, already pulling his phone out of his pocket and resisting the urge to brush his hand through Max’s hair.

“Alright, up.” GP says while his phone gets put back in his pocket, his hand wrapping around Max’s arm to help him out of the chair. “He’s meeting us at your drivers room.”

Max nods, biting back a yawn as he follows GP out, stumbling over his feet and nearly face planting.

“Woah!” GP rushes out, barely catching Max by the waist and hoisting him back up. “Careful, big boy.”

Max flushes, finds his footing and mumbles something incoherent back at GP before shuffling along.

They, unsurprisingly, get to his driver’s room before Daniel does and when Max steps inside he looks back at GP with that same soft pout, innocence taking over his features. “Stay?” He asks, quiet and shy.

“Of course, Max.” GP answers easily, moves them into the room before shutting the door behind them. “Let’s get your stuff, where’s Leo, huh?”

Max points at one of the bags, and GP wastes little time fishing the lion plush out of the bag and holds it out to Max who gently takes it from him, burying his face into the soft fur and taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, so polite, so starkly different from the shit they give each other over the radio sometimes.

“You’re welcome bubba.” GP answers, fishing through the bag. “You want Daddy’s stuff?” There’s a hoodie and a T-shirt folded neatly in the bag, both Daniel’s, Daddy’s, GPs slips into it easily these days.

Max shakes his head. “Daddy’s coming.”

GP nods, a soft smile spreading onto his face. “The real deal, huh? Much better cuddle material.” He does grab the blanket out from underneath before guiding Max over to the couch and undoing his shoelaces for him before slipping the shoes of his feet.

Max’s thumb has found it’s way into his mouth, feet curling up under him as soon as his shoes are off, eyes already slipping close.

GP sits down next to him, fits Max’s feet into his lap instead so he can lay a bit more comfortably, hand gently curling around Max’s ankle. He’s about to speak when there’s two quick knocks on the door before Daniel’s face peaks around it. “Daddy delivery?”

GP smirks, watches Max try to react to Daniel by reaching the hand holding Leo out, other effort stalled by how tired he is.

“Oh muffin.” Daniel coos, locks the door behind him before making his way over to Max, gently moving him up so Daniel can fit him against his chest, feet still in GP’s lap. “So sleepy?”

Max barely nods, some sort of agreement mumbled past his thumb as he rubs his face against Daniel’s T-shirt, curling his other hand and Leo up close to chest.

“Busy briefing?” Daniel asks, more to GP since Max is basically sleeping, brushing the hair that’s fallen onto his forehead back, brushing his lips against the now exposed skin for a kiss.

GP shrugs, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into Max’s ankle while he watches the younger’s breathing even out. “Sorta, think jetlag just caught him out.”

“Hmm.” Daniel hums, leaning his head down atop of Max’s. “I’m not complaining.”

GP smiles. “Neither am I.”

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iggydabirdkid · 2 years ago

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So this is my first attempt at writing in 2nd person POV. First time posting my writing on a public forum as well 😅 I just have so many small fic ideas I want to get out there because I love to write!

So this is a small thing I wrote for my Fallen Hero character, Annie Kane. It takes place on the road during the innocent ending while Annie, Julia, and Herald (keeping watch from the sky) are on the way to Tía Elena’s ranch.

If anyone has any tips or pointers on how to write in this point of view a little smoother, please let me know. Was a little bit of a struggle and there are probably some parts that aren’t quite right 😅

Title: In Between

Word Count: 2506

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You were parked outside a gas station.

Not really your choice. You could handle pain. You would have preferred to keep going.

Julia had been speeding through the deserted roads full of dips and bumps whose only purpose seemed to be the delivery of more pain to your already battered body. Something that the shitty suspension of the van did nothing to soften. The clenching of your teeth had done nought to quieten the sharp gasp of pain that had left your mouth when the entire body of the van had jolted and shaken as a tire found a momentary pit stop in a pothole. The countryside was full of them.

“Annie?” Julia’s voice was full of worry when she had spoken your name, the tone so commonly used whenever she addressed you. When you didn’t immediately reply she had half-turned in the driver’s seat to peer at your reclined form and you turned your head away so she wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes, “Do you need painkillers?” she had asked. Your reply had been a sharp word in the affirmative, eyes squeezed shut as you had let your head flop against a pillow, the pain radiating through your limbs ebbing only a little as the van began to slow. She insisted that you eat something first and any protest you had died on your lips when you realized you couldn’t remember the last time you had eaten. Would it have been the dinner at Julia’s? Shit. Probably.

You had been hesitant and fearful (though you would never admit it) about stopping, even with the distance you had put between your strange group and Los Diablos. But with Daniel in the air somewhere high above and keeping watch, you had been somewhat calmed with the explanation that should anything occur anywhere near the van, you’d be out of there in a flash. And although you had grumbled half-heartedly at Julia’s attempt to mother you before she had headed inside the fluorescently lit station locking the van behind her, you were secretly glad that she was there to care.

You were never very good at caring for yourself.

That was probably the reason Julia hadn’t let you out of her sight since you had left the hospital wing. Was she afraid that you would do something drastic if left alone? Or was her reason more selfish, fearing you would disappear for good as soon as she turned her back? The thoughts made you snort out a laugh. In your condition? What would you even be able to do?

Even now while she was barely meters away surely picking out snacks she knew you would like in the shitty lighting of this backwater stop she had left her brick of a cell phone grasped in your hand. Daniel was on the other end, his words a continuous drone as he talked about something you found you couldn’t quite listen to through the painful fog that was your mind. Though still, you were glad for his voice. Even if it was just for the noise it created.

Something else to focus on that wasn’t your own thoughts.

So here you were lying in the back of a van that had certainly seen better days. Your broken legs were propped up on cushions you swear you had last spied on Julia’s couch before you had bolted from her apartment like a frightened animal. You were trying your best to keep down the pained whimpers you could feel building in your throat from escaping through your parched lips.

Shit. You really wanted a drink.

But to mention as such to Julia even in such a way to frame it as a joke (as you found yourself doing more often these days) would only bring about the look of pity you had almost punched her for after the crash. You hated it. The way her lips clamped shut and pursed, stretched thin with worry. How her brows furrowed in concern while creating new lines, new wrinkles on her already aging face.

She reminded you so much of her mother when she looked at you like that.

That thought spurred more into being and you found yourself thinking about her. Tía Elena. A woman who had invited you into her home with a warm smile and open arms all those years ago when she barely knew you (you had scarcely known yourself), and who last time you had been in her presence had confessed to you in the barely lit hallway of her home that she was just so pleased to see Julia with someone who made her truly happy.

She had once meant so much to you (why couldn’t you remember how that felt?) and as of a few hours ago she had most likely not known you were even alive. You only knew Julia had called her as she told you such when the city was a cluster of lights in the rearview. Oh what you would have given to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.

Your thoughts turn and twist inside your mind and you wonder not for the first time how much Julia has told her about the situation, about you, about….

Guilt and anxiety flutter in your chest and your insides feel as if they are writhing causing you to let out a groan of mixed emotions. The white noise that had been filling the van ceases as Daniel’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop and you silently cursed yourself for forgetting you weren’t alone.

“Annie?” his voice drifts from the phone perched in your lap by way of a whisper, as if he thought it were his volume that had brought forth the sound of exasperation from your lungs.

“It’s fine,” you snap back, too quickly. And you can hear the exhaustion alongside the anger borne of painful memories and he must be able to tell too as the silence stretches on long enough to bring a grimace to your face, “It’s not you,” you add when you realize your original answer wouldn’t be enough to quell the anxious thoughts of his fluttering mind.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” The question is hesitant, so much like how Julia’s were whenever the topic of your suffering was laid bare.

The smart thing would be to say no. To lie and to just say you had shifted wrong and any other time you probably would have. But as it was you were in pain with your body aching and a dull throbbing behind your eyes that echoed the pulsing hurt at the base of your skull. And you just couldn’t muster up the energy and words to spin another tale, so many lies piled on top of each other it was getting harder to figure out what was the truth. And so when you open your mouth the first thing that slips through is a deep sigh.

“I…” you trail off, unsure how to start. How to frame the situation going on inside your head in a way that would make sense to someone who had no idea of the history between you and the Ortega family. So you opt for the simplest explanation, “Tía Elena,” you begin again, “I haven’t seen her since my Sidestep days.”

“And you’re nervous about seeing her again?” a smart assumption. And annoyingly correct.

“I don’t want her to pity me. I hate when people pity me,” you grumble and cross your arms, regretting the movement immediately as your back seizes up. You let out a laugh that may or may not be self-deprecating in its nature and words of truth fall easily from your lips, “I’m not sure if you’ve realized, but I don’t like talking about myself. And I loathe it when people ask me questions.” You continue talking, rambling almost, “Julia’s bad enough with her insistent need to always get to the bottom of things. But telling the truth is hard for me, it goes against everything that I am.” Your hands clench tightly in your lap, pulling apart the small cuts on your fingers left over from the crash, “But her mother…” you sigh, “I don’t think I’ll have the strength to lie to her face.”

“Then don’t?”

The laugh that comes from you is harsh and maybe a touch manic, the motions of your brief amusement causing the mobile to roll from your lap and land on the blankets beneath you with a soft thump, “Shit…” you mumble and reach out for the device, hissing out another curse as pain shoots down your arm and into your back like lightning. Where was Julia with that damn food already? “That’s easy for you to say Flyboy.” It takes you a moment to settle back into a semi-comfortable position, “You’re the Rangers golden child, the picture-perfect ray of sunshine. I doubt you have any secrets to keep.”

“You’d be surprised,” comes the reply, softer and sadder than you thought it would be, “But you don’t have to lie to her, I don’t think so anyways? From what Julia’s told me about Elena she seems like a very kind woman and I’m sure that the only thing she’ll care about is that you’re okay.”

“Okay…” The sound feels sour on your tongue as you parrot his last word back to him, “I’m far from okay Daniel, I think we all know that. But…”

“But?”

“If I’m going to be spending the next while around her, lying will only cause more issues, that I’m smart enough to admit.” You grind your teeth together, the sound reverberating around your skull, “I mean look where lying has got me. Two broken legs, a body feeling like its full of glass shards and relying on people who definitely should not be helping me do this.” Yet despite your words you feel a grateful smile tug the corners of your lips upwards.

“We’re your friends Annie. Friends help friends.”

You feel unwelcome tears spring to your eyes as your face grows uncomfortably warm and you look up at the ceiling of the van to prevent them from spilling, and to avoid the awkward questions you’re sure Julia would ask should she see the trails they would create down your pale cheeks, “Thanks Danny.” You hope he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice or the slight sniffle at the end of your words.

“You’re welcome!” comes his cheerful reply. And maybe that’s all you need at the moment. For others to be happy around you when you can’t do so for yourself. If you stick around long enough maybe their attitudes will rub off on you… Maybe.

The loud and sudden clicking of the van unlocking causes your body to jolt as you are wrenched from your thoughts. The phone goes soaring from your lap landing somewhere further than you dare to reach and a string of curses fly from your mouth as your vision goes white from pain, “Shit Julia!!” you shout when you finally find your words proper.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” comes the panicked reply as the tall and broad form of Julia Ortega carefully clambers over the front seat and into your small space. She crouches down with her shoulders hunched up to her ears and scoots closer to you as she holds up your favorite brand of chips and a small selection of chocolate bars, “I come baring gifts.” She adopts an apologetic and lopsided grin and you can’t help the smile that finds its way onto your face.

“Idiot,” you scold her softly, “If I wasn’t in so much pain right now I would punch you,” you tell her as she passes you her peace offerings.

“And I would let you. But you probably shouldn��t move any more than needed.” You shoot her a glare, “Sorry…” she grimaces as her hand moves to rub the back of her neck, a nervous gesture that is soon replaced by a frown, “What’s that sound?” It takes you a moment to reply with your mouth full of salty goodness, but you swallow the dry crisps and cough out an answer.

“The phone, Daniel.” You clear your throat and Julia hands you a bottle of clear liquid, “This vodka?” you raise an eyebrow and crack a grin, shaking the bottle as she rolls her eyes and so slowly moves further towards the back of the van. You watch her dig around in the extra blankets and pillows until she emerges victorious with her clunky phone in her hands.

“Is everything okay?” Daniel’s voice frantic with worry.

“It’s all good Daniel,” Julia replies as she holds the phone flat on her palm, “Just a little scare.” She turns her head towards you with a shit-eating grin and you flip her off as you chug down the unfortunately boring just water, “We’ll be moving out soon so make sure you’re ready.” The call ends with a final beep and the phone disappears into a pocket somewhere on Julia’s person as she turns back to you, “You have a good chat?” she asks as she slides closer.

“It was… enlightening in a way,” you reply as you look her in the eye, “Gave me some things to think about before we get to the ranch.” You quickly scarf down the rest of the bag before extending your arm palm up, “Painkillers. Please and thank you.” Julia chuckles and deposits the small round pills on your palm which you quickly swallow and wash down before settling back into your throne of plush, “If I’m lucky these will keep me high enough in the clouds that I won’t have to endure your driving.” You throw the joking words out there and are met with a quick kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes and smile and when you open them again Julia is already back in the driver’s seat.

“Come on,” she laughs as the van rumbles to life, “My driving isn’t that bad!”

“Just make sure to avoid any more potholes unless you want to have to clean vomit out of these sheets.” But you’re grinning as you speak and Julia laughs once again.

“Noted.” Her chuckle causes shivers down your spine and sends your heart fluttering in your chest before the van begins forwards and you brace yourself against the quick jolt. Finally on the move. As the sound of crunching gravel changes to the jumbling rattle of the not quite flat-topped tarmac, parts of your conversation with Daniel are brought to your foremind.

Friends.

You roll your head to look at Julia and maybe it’s that you’re feeling particularly thankful, or perhaps it’s the painkillers starting their sluggish path through your system. But you’re feeling soft. Too soft. And that’s dangerous at the best of times but right now, in the back of a van and on the run with the woman you love maybe you can allow yourself to feel as such.

“Hey Jules?” Your voice sounds quiet to your own ears.

“Hmm?” comes the half-distracted reply.

“Thank you.”

#annie kane #julia ortega #daniel sullivan #chargestep #fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #give me your honest opinions #but like #be kind about it #😅

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cinnamokittykat · 1 year ago

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Puppy Love Chapter 5: Baking Together

Warnings: Awful Google Translate German, Abusive ex

Tags: Fluff, Hybrid! AU, The characters bake together, Lilith has a daughter

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

The day began bright and early for the duo as they walked to the bakery. They had a long day of ingredient prep ahead of them. The pantry was to be stocked, butter to be browned, and frosting to be made, along with a multitude of other food-related tasks.

Lilith unlocked the bakery's front door before running by the road to wave down the delivery driver. The big truck stopped and backed into the pebbly driveway with many loud beeps. A man with a clipboard hopped out and walked up to Lilith.

"Guten Morgen, ist diese Reihenfolge korrekt?"

He points to the clipboard, then opens the back of the truck for her to look. She squints, then nods.

"Danke, sir."

"Wunderbar. Benötigen sie hilfe beim entladen?"

"Nein, ich habe ihn."

At this point, König appeared behind the man, who, upon feeling his looming presence behind himself, nearly jumped out of his skin.

"J-ja, ich muss einige dinge an meinem truck erledigen!"

He scurried off into the driver's seat of the truck, leaving König and Lilith alone again.

"Let's get these inside, then we can start cooking, alright?"

"Sounds gut."

He then proceeded to pick up 2 very large sacks of flour and throw them over his shoulder like they were nothing. The woman parted her lips in amazement. She wondered if he could pick her up just as easily. With someone his size, he could most definitely just treat her as he pleased...

Lilith grabbed a dolly and started wheeling pallets of berries toward the bakery. With König's help, the ingredients were put away in less than 30 minutes, and she was thankful. It meant more time to cook. She thanked the delivery driver once again and signed off on the order.

"Let's get cooking, big guy."

Lilith managed to find a spare apron in the storage closet, and it fit König surprisingly well. It was a standard issue kitchen uniform, as König had declined the black one with "two seater" and arrows printed on.

"Here, uh, use this hairnet on your tail... there. Perfect! We are ready!"

"What do we do first?"

"Well, I have to brown butter for cookies so I can get them started."

"... browning butter?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Yeah, it adds depth of flavor," Lilith explained. "König, have you ever baked before?" She continued.

"Nein, my mother did a lot, I just never got a chance to learn... It seems so complicated, what if I mess it up?"

"Well, I can teach you, I won't make you do anything complicated today."

"Okay."

"You can start helping me by unpackaging all of that butter and putting it in this pot."

She gestured to a large yet shallow metal pot, then began to process a pallet of strawberries. König watched her work swiftly but delicately with each strawberry, removing the leaves and hull in one fell swoop of the paring knife before tossing them into a bowl.

He got to work, pulling the foil off the butter blocks and listening to the plunk! of them falling against the metal. Lilith turned the stove on and began to stir the butter around until it was melted and bubbling.

"Now, this is where it needs to be watched closely. It can turn from browned to burnt in seconds."

The man nodded, just happy to listen to her explain things. He could tell she was not only skilled but invested in the culinary arts.

"What will this be used in?" He inquired.

"Around 3/4 for chocolate chip cookies, and the remaining butter will be used in my rice krispie treats."

König's head tipped to the side, his ears perked up.

"What are those?"

"Hm?"

"Rice Krispies?"

"Oh, so there's this cereal made with puffed rice, a lot of people will melt marshmallows and mix it with them to make these treats that are both crispy and chewy. But don't get that cheap stuff from the American stores here, mine are better." She explained with a smile on her face.

"I am sure they are then."

By then, the butter was browned, and Lilith scraped the pot with a rubber spatula while König tipped it over a huge container.

"This has to cool, so in the meantime, I'm gonna start frosting."

For the next hour, they worked side by side, König doing the simpler things like cutting fruit for jams while Lilith completed more technical tasks such as making frosting and toasting ingredients. When she pulled a tray of pleasantly burnished marshmallows out of the oven, she had to smack König's hand away so he wouldn't burn himself trying to swipe a taste.

"Bitteee..." He looked at her with his best puppy-dog eyes.

She reached up to pet him quickly before reminding him that he needed to wait for the final product.

"Whiny puppy..." Lilith whispered to herself, unaware that König could pick up those words, and they shot straight downward within him.

"You do understand I am 10 years older, Lilith?"

She ignored him and began mixing the ingredients for the Rice Krispie treats. Toasted marshmallows, browned butter, and even the cereal was toasted. The aroma wafted through the metallic industrial kitchen. Working quickly, she pressed the mixture into a greased sheet pan and sprinkled salt over it.

"While that cools, wanna see the special fall menu?"

"Ja, bitte."

She pulled out a binder full of laminated pages and loose notes, flipping through it until she landed on a stained page labeled "Fall/Halloween."

"I'm proud to say that a lot of these were my ideas! The apple cake was still my grandmother's, but the pumpkin cupcakes, red velvet 'vampire' cupcakes, ghost cake pops, and apple cider donuts were all recipes I developed or designed!"

"Are these all your pictures?" König wondered out loud.

"Yeah!"

She went on to explain all of the little details in her recipes, like how the "blood" on the red velvet cupcakes was actually a berry coulis and not red icing or how she kept having the frosting stick to the paper when she tried to flatten it to make jack-o-lantern faces for the first time.

To tell the truth, she loved having the undivided attention of someone to explain her passion. Instead of just looking off to the side or straight up telling her they didn't care, König looked at her with his beautiful eyes and absorbed every word. She wondered if he had anything he was passionate about like this.

He was so wonderful to look at, too; the way his shirt outlined his arm muscles was captivating, and she got just a hint last night about what he looked like under the hood. He had the softest hair I've ever felt. Long, too, perfect for grabbing while he-

"Lilith, is everything alright?"

"Huh... yeah!" Her face reddened; she didn't realize she had zoned out.

He's not interested, you fucking cow. She thought to herself.

"Anyways, let's make cookies, hm?"

"Ja."

The cookie-making process went by quickly, although König was splashed in the face with flour from the mixer once and had to shake his hood off outside.

"Now the dough is going to sit in the fridge to develop flavor overnight! The frosting is made, the cakes are cooling, so I think we can rest. Let's go back home, okay?"

After a short rest, Lilith started boiling a pot of water on the stove and taking sausage out of its casings to saute.

"What are you making?"

König tipped his head to the side and sniffed the air.

"Sausage and broccoli pasta. Is that okay?"

"Ja, anything you make ist good, Lilith."

She beamed internally at his words.

After Lilith finished the kitchen, she flopped down on the couch, finally off her feet for the rest of the day. She took out her phone and panicked when she saw 9 missed calls.

"I'm so sorry, I was prepping the bakery all day, Mark."

"Pick up."

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Lilith, pick up."

"We need to talk."

Mark is calling...

She picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

"Lilith, fucking pick up when I call you next time."

"Mark, I told you this morning, I was prepping the bakery."

"Whatever. I need you to take Holly."

"What? We agreed she was going to stay in school in the US for now."

"I need you to take her."

"Why?"

"Um, well, I just uhhh, got a new job, and I won't be around as often."

"So you're going to ship our kid across the world?"

"Will you just help me the fuck out? You're the parent too, Lilith."

She sighed. How was she going to manage the bakery with a 5-year-old?

"Mark, I'm running a business, I'm scared I won't be able to take care of her."

"Well, that's too fucking bad, maybe if you took some time off from whoring around after work, you'd be able to. Besides, the tickets are already booked. $1000, Lilith."

A chill ran up her spine. Memories of how he would accuse her of 'whoring around' came flooding back. Right before he would confess to cheating. And now, she had to figure out how to handle her beloved daughter while running the bakery.

"... Alright, Mark. Sure. When does she arrive?"

"3 weeks."

"And you'll be coming with her, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can I please talk to Holly?"

"Yeah, sure, HOLLY!" He hollered.

The camera turned on, and she watched as her little cream-colored Siamese kitten ran into the room.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! I GET TO SEE YOU! I GET TO SEE YOU, MOMMY!"

Lilith smiled. Her daughter stared into the camera with joy in her heterochromatic eyes. One was light blue, like any other kitten, and the other was green and shaped like a cat's eye.

"Yes you do, sweetheart, I am so happy to see you!"

"Yayyyyyy, I'm so excited, mommy!"

"What do you want to do when you get here, Holly?"

"Hmmmmmmm."

She tapped her finger to her mouth, her lips curling into that unmistakable 5-year-old smile.

"I wanna... I dunno!"

"Alright, sweetheart, we'll just figure it out when you get here."

"Okay, mommy!"

Just then, König called out to Lilith, asking her some question about cups.

"Mommy, who is that?" Holly demanded.

Right, she would have to explain that to Holly.

"Ah, sweetie, he's a new friend of Mommy's, you may meet him eventually!"

"Okay Mommy!"

Mark spoke up once again.

"Alright Holly, I need the phone back now, go play with your dolls!"

"Ok!"

The door slammed, and Mark made his opinions heard.

"So, you are whoring yourself out to any man who's drunk enough to sleep with you?"

"It's not like that, and you know it! He's helping at my bakery!"

"Uh-huh, whatever, goodbye."

He hung up the phone as soon as he was finished speaking. Lilith sighed and rubbed her temples. Mark was the biggest mistake she had ever made; the only good thing that came out of it was Holly. The 5 years of marriage with him were soul-crushing.

Just then, she felt a weight in her lap. Upon looking down, what stared up at her were the familiar begging eyes of König.

"You are sad, what is wrong?"

"... Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Lilith brought her hand to her lap, and König bonked his head into it.

"Are you asking to be pet?"

"Bitteee!"

He pushed his head into her hand again, and Lilith began petting him softly.

"Did I help you enough today?"

"Yes, you were a very big help, König."

The man smiled under his hood, and his tail wagged furiously behind him.

"A good boy, even." Lilith laughed to herself, the whole situation being humorous to her still. She had a 6'10" veteran German Shepherd laying on her, begging for affection like a cat.

König heard those words and almost ascended to heaven.

"You mean it?"

Lilith chuckled, mildly surprised at his response.

"I suppose so."

"I guess I have always needed purpose in life, sorry."

"What are you sorry about, König? I'm happy to validate you!"

"Danke, Lilith..."

His eyes went from half-lidded to closed, and Lilith turned on a show while the man dozed off for the night.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

"Guten Morgen, ist diese Reihenfolge korrekt?" - Good morning, is this order correct?

"Wunderbar. Benötigen sie hilfe beim entladen?" - Wonderful, do you need help unloading?

"Nein, ich habe ihn." - No, I have him.

"J-ja, ich muss einige dinge an meinem truck erledigen!" - Y-yes, I have some things to do in my truck!

#konig #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig fanfiction #hybrid #chubby oc #original character

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alliezweihander · 1 year ago

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please tip your drivers well, they get like 2.50 per delivery otherwise

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vivekbsworld · 8 months ago

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1. Book in Advance: Planning ahead can save you a significant amount of money. Car rental rates tend to be lower when you book well in advance of your trip.

2. Compare Prices Online: Use comparison websites and apps to check prices from different car rental companies. Websites like Zoomcar, Myles, and Revv offer competitive rates and various models to choose from.

3. Look for Discounts and Coupons: Keep an eye out for promotional offers, discounts, and coupons. Subscribing to newsletters from car rental companies can also alert you to special deals.

4. Choose the Right Car: Opt for a car that suits your needs. If you’re traveling solo or as a couple, a compact car can be more economical. For larger groups or families, an SUV might be a better option, even if it costs a bit more.

5. Check Fuel Policies: Some rental services offer cars with a full tank of fuel, while others require you to return the car with the same amount of fuel. Make sure to choose a policy that works best for you to avoid extra charges.

6. Read the Fine Print: Pay attention to the terms and conditions, including mileage limits, insurance coverage, and any additional fees for late returns or extra drivers.

Recommended Self-Drive Car Rental Services in Trivandrum

1. Zoomcar: One of the most popular self-drive car rental services in India, Zoomcar offers a range of vehicles from compact cars to luxury SUVs. Their user-friendly app and transparent pricing make them a top choice.

2. Myles: Known for its extensive fleet and reliable service, Myles offers flexible rental plans ranging from a few hours to several weeks. They often have discounts for longer rentals.

3. Revv: Revv stands out with its doorstep delivery and pickup service, making it extremely convenient for travelers. They also offer unlimited kilometers on most rentals, which is great for long trips.

4. Drivezy: Drivezy is another reliable option, known for its competitive rates and easy booking process. They frequently offer promotional discounts, making them a cost-effective choice.

Exploring Trivandrum: Must-Visit Spots

Once you’ve secured your rental car, here are some must-visit spots in and around Trivandrum:

- Padmanabhaswamy Temple: A historic temple known for its intricate architecture and spiritual significance.

- Kovalam Beach: A serene beach perfect for relaxation and water activities.

- Napier Museum and Zoo: Ideal for history buffs and families, offering a glimpse into Kerala’s cultural heritage.

- Varkala Cliff: A stunning cliff overlooking the Arabian Sea, known for its scenic beauty and vibrant cafes.

Conclusion

Exploring Trivandrum with a self-drive rental car is an excellent way to experience the city’s charm at your own pace. By planning ahead and utilizing the tips mentioned above, you can find the best deals and enjoy a comfortable, flexible, and cost-effective travel experience. So, gear up and get ready to discover the wonders of Trivandrum on your terms!

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autoversemobility · 1 year ago

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Tips To Choose Best Online Car Parts Store

Online car parts shopping is vital for vehicle enthusiasts because e-commerce changes frequently. People can quickly find parts in the virtual world because it provides many alternatives. However, there are so many that choosing the finest online car parts store might be difficult. Our comprehensive guide covers all the essentials that make online vehicle component shopping safe and enjoyable to help you decide.

Review/Bad Name:

To locate the best online auto parts shop, check its reputation in the auto community. A store's image might indicate its reliability and client service. Visit vehicle boards and other review sites to see buyer reviews. Note common remarks about customer service, product quality, and shipping time.

Buying car parts from a reputable shop is safe and shows customer care. An online car parts store is trustworthy when other vehicle enthusiasts and drivers evaluate it favourably. However, many negative reviews may indicate that the store's products or services are poor, so choose wisely.

Product Choice and Collaboration:

As much as a store's name matters, so do its number and type of merchandise. Honest auto parts stores should have many parts for all automobiles. You may get only the necessary car parts and shop in one spot.

View the store's offerings online. Easy-to-use search options and compatibility features make finding car parts faster. A wide selection of compatible products makes purchasing easier and indicates that the firm cares about its customers.

Quality assurance and warranty rules:

An honest online auto parts company prioritizes part quality. Research the store's brands. Many well-known stores have trusted names. This ensures customers get reliable parts. Because the shop is more transparent, customers can make better part purchases. It provides all product details and descriptions.

Online car parts store guarantee policies are also crucial for quality assurance. Reliable stores offer guarantees or pledges to make customers pleased. A clear, easy-to-follow guarantee policy is another safety safeguard. This demonstrates the store cares about customers and product quality.

Clear pricing and discounts:

Compare rates and check pricing clarity while shopping for online car parts. Stores with a strong reputation display price, delivery fees, and taxes. Hidden fees can increase the cost of purchases. Instead, seek places with transparent prices.

Regular sales and promotions save customers money and show that stores value them. Sales and loyalty programs might help you keep and improve your car. Consider this when choosing.

Shipping and return policies:

Online shopping, especially for car components, requires fast and reliable delivery. Check expected delivery times, shipping firms, and fees to understand the store's shipping policies. Reputable online retailers let customers track their products during shipping.

Also vital is knowing how to return items to the business. Even if you choose well, you may need to return anything. Find out if the store allows returns and the regulations, including restocking fees. Online car parts store should make returns simple. Customers won't worry about order issues if they do this.

Conclusion:

With more retailers, it's crucial to consider how to choose the best online car parts store. Recognition, product range, quality assurance, transparent pricing, and customer-friendly practices will help you find a store that suits your demands and makes online car part purchasing a pleasure. Remember that researching and reading reviews will make maintaining and improving your car easy and entertaining. Choose wisely and illustrate how auto stores are changing in the digital age by buying online for components.

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hiremaid-verifiedhelpers · 2 years ago

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4 Tips For Managing Blue Collar Workers

If you are in a position of supervising peons, drivers, housekeepers in an office, you may often face difficulty, or a mental block, managing blue collar workers. This is especially true if you are younger than them. But, you cannot avoid interactions with them as a lot of the office work depends directly or indirectly on them. So, how to strike a balance between managing them so that you get their best performance?

The First Tip for managing blue collar workers

One of the first things to remember in your interactions with blue collared staff is that there must be mutual respect between you and the staff. This is irrespective of the work they have to do. Remember that though they are not customer facing. The customer-facing staff depend on them for a lot of work, which in turn impacts their work for the customers. Tea, photocopying, office cleaning, your desk cleaning, bank work, other errands - What would we do without them? So, respect them for enabling you to work well.

Everyone works better if they are respected. So, if you are on first name terms with housekeeping staff, peons, add a “ji” after their name. Explain to them how people will refer to them and how they should refer to people. Set the protocol in place. My advice: Do not call anyone uncle or aunty. Just add a “ji” after their name. This will allow you to maintain your authority and you will still be respected for the respect you give.

Say please, thank you, sorry, where ever needed. These really are the magic words. Don’t use degrading or insulting words with your blue collared staff, just as you would not with others. As much as possible, don’t raise your voice. Correct firmly but not angrily/rudely.

The second tip for managing blue collared workers

You should make their job roles clear right at the beginning. Make the extent of their work clear to them. Make a to-do list for them, along with the time by when it should be done, if applicable. Put it up where they can readily refer to it. In the beginning, you can also help them tick off the work done, daily by putting a smiley against their duties completed well. This will give them the satisfaction of doing a job well. A list ensures that nothing is left in a gray zone, there are no assumptions and the Helper has no excuse to leave anything out.

The Tip Number 3 for managing blue collar workers

Next, emphasize the importance of their work in terms of the larger picture. They will function better if they are made to feel that their roles were important.Make them know that they have a part to play in the smooth running of the office. It is a major thing to keep the office looking clean, keeping the staff well cared for, taking good care of guests, and so on. There’s nothing inferior about it. Peons, housekeeping staff, Field staff are like the backbone of an organization. Make them understand that.

Without being rude or arrogant, explain to them that everybody in the office is paid to do their jobs. If anyone falls short of that expectation, there are bound to be consequences. Explain these consequences in the beginning only: What happens if work is not done in time, what happens if they are late for work and so on? Explain the impact of this on others as well as on their career. For example: If the housekeeping staff does not wipe the washroom dry, someone may fall and be hurt. And, they may lose their job. Or if the office boy is late for work, everyone will get their tea late, and they may have to miss their own break time.

Do not allow them to take you for a ride for fear of what you will do if they leave you. Today it is easy to hire housekeeping staff, office boys, drivers, delivery staff not only in cities like Mumbai, Delhi but also smaller town like Jaipur, Noida, Ghaziabad. Just check out the online services which allow you to connect directly with the Job Seekers. They don’t even cost much and offer opportunities for immediate hiring of staff with verification.

Tip Number 4 for managing blue collar workers

Next tip is: Find ways to make them confident about their jobs. Praise and encourage them publicly when they do something well. The tea can be very good, the washroom may be smelling really nice, someone may have replaced the toilet paper in time and so on. Sometimes, choosing to overlook the mistakes and flaws and magnify the good things. If you need to talk about the mistakes, do it in private. That is the key to managing blue collared workers, just like it is with anyone else.

While you are their supervisor, be their friend too (though not a buddy). Make it clear that they can approach you if there is a problem. But, also ensure that they follow all rules, else they get pulled up. Establish boundaries right at the start to be successful in managing your workers well.

If you want to know more how to retain Domestic Helpers and Blue collared workers, click here.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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I love the idea of delivery driver reader!

What if C.C order some food from dd! readers family owned restaurant and dd! reader comes and deliver it

Or if C.C. order something spicy~ online and the reader comew and deliver it to them

Love you always - 🐀 anon

"Delivery!"

Your voice echos through the empty hall. A little louder than necessary, but that came with the benefit of no repercussions for shouting. The entire floor was reserved for zone apartment. The same you found yourself at many a night at the end of your shift. You lift your arm to knock, the wood swept from beneath your knuckles as you go in. Unbeknownst to you, the customer had been gunning to the door from the second you stepped off the elevator, detoured by minor obstacles such as last minute preparation and knocking over a lamp.

To be honest, you knew there was a high likelihood of this outcome - but its always best to be formal.

The door opens.

"Ah- Y/n.. What a pleasant surprise! Wasn't expecting you so soon."

The lilac haired male leans against the door frame, the shoulder of his attire pealing off his arm. The robe was of a similar shade to his locks, frilled around the collar and open mouthed sleeves. It stopped mid-thigh, length shortened as he props one leg against the other. The tank top he wore underneath was a deep red, strap following its companion down his skin. The incubus offers you a smile, twirling a strand of hair around his finger as his eyes wonder downwards. Your uniform was tacky as all hell, but fit nicely on your frame.

"Well this is.. embarrassing." He fibs. "Had I known you'd be here sooner, I would've changed earlier."

"It's all good, C.C. Better than the folks who show up to the door naked." His grin falls at the comment. Truthfully, you had no issues with his outfit. He's worn similar things after the third night you delivered his food. It's nice that he's comfortable around you - you suppose. By now, you're a bit more than acquaintances given you're on a first name base and you've exchanged numbers. It was obviously for work reasons, but you've received a stray message every now and again.

You retrieve the pizza box from your bag. "Anyway, got your usual. One cheese pizza, with an added bonus."

C.C fights down a squeal as you open the box. There on the top cover was a drawing of a rose as per his request. You think you've improved greatly since the first time he asked you to do so, especially if his reaction is any indicator. With all the hearts and other vaguely romantic pieces you've done, you wonder if he's got somebody special.

He claps his hands together. "It's beautiful, babe! But - it's missing something. You got a pen on you, right?"

"Yea?" You pull the writing tool from your pocket.

"Great! Can you please sign it?"

You chortle. "You serious?"

"Definitely! Want something to look back to when your art career pops off."

"Alright." You shut the box and sign your name on the cover. You pass it over to C.C, who looks at it fondly as he hesitantly sets it on the nearby table. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a few bills, holding it out to you between his index and middle finger. It all was your tip, considering he paid online. He glances away as your fingers make brief contact with his, rubbing at his eyes with his spare hand.

"You good?"

"Yea... Just, something in my eye." He continues to jab his palm into his sockets until the glow of his eyes no longer reflects against his bracelets. This has happened before, but it somehow feels worse now. Getting worked up over a small touch like a pathetic little virgin was humiliating, but there was barely a better response when this is your first time understanding the concept of love in thousands of years. From first contact, that spark was there, but hadn't realized why till he saw you more frequently.

"Ok... well I hope you enjoy!."

C.C straights up as you shove the money into your pocket. It was time for the worst time of the night. You leaving. He brushes that anxiety away with yet another smile, planning to lay on the charm thick before your departure. If not tonight, one of these days he would get you inside his home - where you could never leave again.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

C.C leans his arm against the doorway, staring at you through lidded eyes as he covers his face with his robes. "My... date actually cancelled on me tonight. I'd hate for all this food to go to waste. Would you like to join me?"

He chews on his glossy lips as he waits. C.C hates how your face scrunches in uncertainty. If he simply used his influence, he could have you in his bed at this very moment, but he didn't want to for whatever reason. True love was his goal, if such a thing existed. He doubted it'd work well on you anyway considering the tainted purity of his love.

Your apologetic laughter breaks his heart.

"I'd love to, but we actually got one more call before the store closed and I have to go delivery it."

"Oh.." Tears stab at his eyes, but before they can full form - you continue to speak.

"Maybe I can swing by once I'm done. My second stop is not too far from here honestly."

C.C's mood flips like a switch. "You better! Or I'll take my business elsewhere."

"I doubt that. See you later, C.C."

You head off with a mutual wave. Once shut, C.C crumbles against the door. He hates it - this warmth in his chest. It spreads through every inch of his body and leaves him fuller than any meal could compare to. It's gone the second he hears the elevator door opens, and he's left craving for more as a cold, empty shell on the floor. He soon steadies himself, grabbing the pizza box from the table. He traces your letters on the cardboard, almost as good as he's gotten with a pen. A base comfort he has is mirroring your handwriting and writing letters to himself at night, but the ones that settle his fears most of all -

are the letters he writes to your family in the unfortunate case of you running away.

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luventi · 4 years ago

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GENSHIN AS PIZZA DELIVERY BOYS

note. shout out to my star anon for the childe headcanon and if you want to see the lazier version on these you can find them here and as always please reblog if you enjoyed it helps me so much!

cw. gender neutral, modern au, fluff, humor, reverse harem

kaeya: hates wearing his uniform properly. it’s just not him! he needs to be the most fuckable person in the pizzeria! zhongli used to tell him to button his shirt up but he’s so tired of it now he lets kaeya do whatever. besides it’s not like you mind getting a face full of his titties when you open the door for him.

zhongli: he’s the manager and he doesn’t even know how he got the position. he wants out of here as soon as possible (please let him quit)! it honestly beats having to deliver pizzas all day long, but he misses seeing you. one of these days he’s going to ask why you order so many pizzas and if he can take you out to get traditional chinese food instead.

diluc: only has this job because kaeya got a job and their dad believed it would be good for diluc as well. sadly diluc does not share his ideals. he hates working here and is always sent on bathroom duties because he doesn’t know how to smile properly (it’s not that hard diluc please). but his favorite part of the day is when you come in with your friends and point and whisper about the cute toilet bowl cleaner.

childe: the worst driver the pizzeria has ever seen. he once got a ticket because he was speeding to try and see you as fast as possible. it’s very obvious childe has a crush on you, because the first day he met you he grabbed ahold of your door, closed it, scribbled his number on the back of your receipt, then opened your door again with the most dashing smile he could muster and said, “hey, someone order a pizza with the cutest delivery boy ever.” such a dork.

albedo: works the telephone but absolutely hates talking to people so he just doesn’t answer. he’s the reason the pizzeria gets so much bad yelp reviews. his breaks are definitely the longest because he naps in the back room while listening to loud ass whale sounds or sometimes he just disappears and never comes back for the second half of his shift. the only reason albedo keeps working there is because you chat with him on the phone, he remembers your number by heart and always looks forward to it.

xiao: if childe is the worst driver the pizzeria has ever seen than xiao is an abomination. his road rage is awful and he makes the sharpest turns ever. which causes your pizza to get all kinds of fucked up in the backseat. you’d honestly would just go pick it up yourself if xiao wasn’t so undeniable cute in his uniform, it’s also really fun to see his red cheeks in contrast to his semi white uniform whenever you tease him about his horrible driving skills. you’re lucky he thinks you’re cute too or he would have thrown your pizza outside his car window.

venti: is not too fond of working minimum wage but he does like seeing you all the time. mostly because you have an adorable laugh (much like his own) but you also tip him very well! in the beginning he had to use his puppy dog eyes to get you to fork over a 10 dollar bill but now you make sure to save your extra bills from throughout the week so you can tip the cutest delivery boy ever. venti is much obliged, maybe he’ll stick around for you even longer.

scaramouche: probably the worst cashier ever. scara hates seeing the countless annoying customers come in and out throughout the day. so he takes it upon himself to get an extra break or two. and but this i mean he tells you “one sec” in the middle of your order and then walks away from you and the cashier so he can nap in the break room. this confuses you so much but you find it absolutely hilarious when he gets scolded by his manager.

kazuha: is the most chatty. unlike his coworkers he loves to talk to all the customers he gets and inquire about their day. especially you. you’re his favorite because you indulge him in his poetry whenever he comes to drop off your order. sometimes he stays so long he’s 30 minutes late to his next one! he personally doesn’t mind (although the other customer definitely does) he’ll receive a thousand scoldings from thoma if it meant getting to stare at how your eyes shine when he recites his poems.

thoma: most definitely the only sane worker they have. which is saying a lot. thoma has his employe of the month picture up where everyone can see it (this is like the fourth month in a row) and you think he deserves it the most because he always puts extra toppings on your pizza. the reason why they’re not out of business yet is probably because thoma’s sweet attitude and gorgeous face brings in the customers. truly the pizzeria’s pride and joy.

gorou: the reason why the pizzeria is almost out of business. and not because he’s rude or anything he’s actually very kind and calm! but because gorou gets really hungry on the job and always does this. customers start complaining about large pizzas become mediums but nobody knows it’s him. except for you because he decided to share his little secret in hopes it would draw you two closer and you can share a little laugh.

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