#surely someone's trying to make money with these but HOW
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I’ve been struggling lately with the feeling that my job is pointless. Intellectually I know it is not—nursing is one of those professions where you get to be real smug about knowing the value of your work. But it’s still felt very pointless. Like I’ll start a shift thinking, “what am I even doing here,” and end it thinking, “what have I actually even done.” It’s been a ROUGH couple months.
But I had a really good shift last time I worked, which was good for the soul and also a very useful data point. I got to do pain management advocacy and symptom management, met a bunch of cool patients, did education for new nurses, and had several long heart to hearts, which the kind of midnight heart to hearts that I think are the most important part of night shift, all of that while being well staffed with very pleasant and appreciative patients and coworkers, and I was still like. Pretty depressed. I had a sense of satisfaction and moments of joy and meaning, but it turns out that one good shift did not cure the depression that has been latched on to me for the last few months like some kind of fucked up mental health leech. As I realized I was still depressed and that it was still interfering with my life even when everything was going well, the sense of peace washed over me was the best I’d felt in a while. Because I was like, okay! None of my usual stuff as worked! I have no excuse not to try something new to get my brain out of the shit ditch it’s slipped into.
So I’m applying for short-term disability. I’m worried I won’t get it, and I’m not sure what the next step is if I get rejected, but I feel so much better having decided to pursue it. It’s so much fuckin paperwork for sure, to a degree that’s overwhelming except that that the form could be a checkbox that says, “you want money?” and I’d be like “THIS IS TOO MUCH.” I’m totally not writing this post instead of finishing an email to my manager. I’m definitely not writing this post to avoid dealing with coordinating all my various care providers. I’m certainly not at every moment worried that I’m secretly faking all this so I can get three to nine weeks of a cool summer vacation.
I was thinking about how I almost flunked nursing school in my final semester because I turned in assignments late for a class with a “no late homework” policy. The professor said that this was reflective of real life, where if you miss deadlines you’re just fucked. I ended up appealing my grade and passing, because frankly it was a weak reason for making me repeat a final semester when there was no issues with my actual work or knowledge. During my appeal, I was like “I also think this policy is ableist. Harsh penalties for late work hurt students with health problems, especially chronic health problems when you aren’t asking for one week off due to the flu but instead for a general and never ending flexibility. I’m not trying to make an excuse but explain why this policy is a bad one. Disabled healthcare workers are an asset to healthcare.” I’m trying to remember my own argument as I pursue help. My depression and ADHD and eating disorder do help me be a better nurse, not because like depression gives you superpowers, but because I manage my chronic illnesses every day, in ways that range from hardly noticeable to life or death. Being kind to patients means being kind to myself, and vice versa.
I’m rambling. I really do not want to do this paperwork or send these emails. And I’m not sure if I deserve the leave I’m trying to take. But I miss being love with my job. I miss enjoying it. I wouldn’t judge someone else for going on medical leave, and my job doesn’t want me to burn out or quit. It almost feels like I have to be skeptical of applying for leave because no one else is. Everyone I’ve spoken to has been very supportive, including my manager. And considering how many unpaid days off I’ve had to take lately, disability leave would be an improvement over some of my recent paychecks. All in all, short-term disability makes sense and seems like a reasonable response to circumstances. But FUCK. I wish it required like 90 percent less documentation.
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No aftercare for sex worker reader? Wow konig is such a gentleman
Konig is battling his own demons every night with you, have mercy on this man.
He knows that if he stays at least for a second after you fall asleep, he will never want to let you go. He'd want to keep you - and in this case, with the way you look at him like he is darkness incarnate, he will have to kidnap you. He doesn't have any problems with that - he'd love to have you all to himself, to cherish you like you're the most precious thing in the world to him...but it would also, unfortunately, mean he will have to think about the consequences of having a pretty thing like you available to him at all times. He wouldn't be able to get any work done, he'd very much rather fuck you at all times!
He lets you collect yourself after sex. Konig is rough, his days are filled with nothing but pain and destruction, with danger at every corner - he just knows you'd want to stay away at least for a couple of hours, and the hotel is paid for a full day of rest and relaxation that he knows you won't ever afford for yourself. Even with all the money he spends to get in your bed, it's obvious that your managers take most of it - and as much as Konig fucking hates the notion of letting someone take advantage of you, he knows it's better than nothing. At least you're desperate enough to accept his calls every time he needs a night of fun. At least he can afford to hug you while you're in your weird, sleepy state, clinging to him like a lost kitten instead of scrambling away like you usually do. Oh, Konig adores this - and loves seeing you so desperate, small, and helpless. Oh, just how many problems this man has...
His form of aftercare is leaving you a hefty sum of money that you can save for yourself and not pass through your manager, and paying for exquisite room service with breakfast and lunch in bed, letting you lazy your day away at the soft bed without taking other clients. Not like he even lets you take other clients, of course - although your manager is still trying to pull one over him and make him pay up for every missing opportunity of selling you off to another client, Konig gladly agrees to pay if that means he is the only man who can make you cum. And don't even try to pretend and fake orgasms with him - it's one of few sure ways of making this mafia boss enraged.
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One Piece x Reader
Just a random thought on situations involving these characters. No taking em seriously though .
One Piece characters x femreader.
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Luffy
Sometimes you questionhow the hell you allowed this man to make you join his crew. How the hell did you fall in love with him too?
1. You gotta fight for the food on your plate like it wasn't served to you specifically.
2. Your captain be up to some dumb shit half the time. He legit sees the most dangerous looking island and wants to explore it. Like. No. I do not consent.
3. Though you both love each other and would do anything to keep each other safe and happy , ain't no way you about to make me pay that much money for the restaurant bill, I'm in enough debt with Nami. I'll still try to pay a little though. Just because I love you.
Sometimes Luffy be ready do the most outrageous things and all it takes is one look for him to back down. Sometimes he takes it as a challenge. This leads tothe most catastrophic day for the whole crew.
But the one thing is for sure, when this man sees you rocking the battlefield he be that guy who's cheering you on in the corner.
Zoro
Two words. Nap buddies. Y'all be sleeping everywhere. Bed, deck, aquarium, crow's nest, random persons house, anywhere. That's when you're tired though.
Most times it's Zoro training and you watching every muscle tense, sweat dripping down slowly over delicious abs and the sound of grunts accompanying that. But your eyes wouldn't be fixed on that.
"How the hell are your boobs bigger than mine?" You randomly say one day as he's training.
Man dropped the weight he was lifting just too look at you like:
The moment he's done training you push him towards the bathroom for a good bath cause ain't no way you sleeping next to a sweaty man during the hottest days sailing across the Grandline. Throwing in that soap and water with love of course. Maybe even join, you never know.
When he gets lost he always finds you somehow. No one knows but everyone accepted it and knew that if they can't find him now he'll be by your side later on. If y'all leave him on an island by accident that's another issue.
Though he doesn't act romantic most of the time he tries. He's so babygurl. He'll get you anything you like. Does little things to show he does care. Man would even carry you for a while across a desert just because you were a bit tired. Gets flustered at the attention you give him .
Would have a proud smirk whenever you mopped the floor with someone in a fight. In fact he'd feel sorry for the person you were gonna fight with.
If you were normally someone who didn't prefer fighting or couldn't fight at a high level of skill then he'd do his best to protect your ass. Maybe even teach you how to sword fight.
Law
The workaholic x the carefree
Funnily enough sometimes y'all would have a workload that might be just as the same amount but while he's stressing about it and completing his work you're out exploring the joys of life and appreciating nature.
And at the end of the day you come back to do the work and you're done within an hour or so. Which leaves this man looking at you like
Sometimes you just randomly say something that pops up in your mind. It just happens. At first he was irritated with that habit until he noticed you don't do it unless you're with people you're comfortable with. Still doesn't stop the fact that he's ready to throw you off the Polar Tang.
"Why are you sitting like that?" He asked as you guys are in the middle of a town's shopping district.
"I'm trying to assert dominance." Said that with a serious face. Guess how you were sitting...
I feel as though many would tell him to his face that he looks like a drug dealer.
"But he's a doctor."
It's the same thing just legal.
All in all y'all don't need to help each other in a fight. You need distance.
1. You don't wanna end up in some rando's body.
2. It would be a mess if y'all fought in the same place.
Nami
I feel like it would start off as flirty friendship.
Y'all just randomly complimenting each other. Hyping each other up. Defendimg each other.
May or not be based of my friendship with someone but she'd probably wack your butt atleast once, just because it's there and it was right in front of her.
People may think the both of you are in a relationship even.
Like average convo would be like
You: Why's it so hot all of a sudden, it was raining seconds ago.
Nami: Cause you graced the Grandline with your presence gurl.
You: Nah it's cause it can't handle how gorgeous you are.
On a more serious-ish note, y'all would be a crazy fun trio with Ussop. Literally the first people to run out of dangerous situations.
Luckily you were atleast able to fight on the chance of someone really strong going after you guys. Ussop would be defence. Nami would be a bit of both.
Sometimes you, Robin, Nami, Ussop and maybe even Chopper would sit in the women's quarters and talk about anything and everything. Literally gossip, latest news over the transponder snail, anything.
But overtime that would change a bit between y'all. Not too much though.
If anyone came close to flirting with you besides her she would either;
1. If they owed her money she'd triple the interest.
2. Pull you away smoothly
Sometimes she'd even make your debt go up just by talking about someone you find attractive. Like...gurl why, I'm broke enough.
When she finally confesses it's almost like...was there ever a difference? Because the both of you loved each other since you got to know one another. Both you are queens when it comes to ruling people's heart's with just a glance. But all you need is each other, maybe some cash too.
Robin
Can't say you guys got along in the first place with her working with Crocodile but once she had joined the crew you began to warm up around each other.
Most times you'd read together. Or you would ask about what she read about and all the things she knows about history.
Other times she'd want to hear what's on your mind be it you talking for a little or spilling out word vomit about everything and anything on your mind and she'd only look on with a gentle, loving smile.
Sometimes you worked together to scare your crewmates. Either her saying something like "We could actually die here." in the worst moment possibele, much to Ussop's dismay and you would add to that. Eyebags and everything and be like," what if we already are and we don't realise it."
Which leads to a small debate since the crew had gone through so much and all.
One thing I would definitely know for a fact is that the moment Robin was free and the moment you caught sight of Spandam, death would have been merciful compared to what you two did to that man.
All in all, you and Robin would be like a love as calm as sitting together reading one book in the same blankets while there's a storm outside
#one piece#nico robin#robin#zoro#one piece x reader#luffy x reader#trafalgar law#monkey d. luffy x reader#zoro roronoa x reader#x reader#nami x reader#nami
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CHARACTER SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!
Before you submit one though please READ THE FOLLOWING RULES! By the nature of this tournament is is very difficult for me to make sure you followed these rules, so I really need you guys to try to follow them on your own.
It must be a character that exists. This really shouldn't have to stated but just in case; No non-sapient locations/objects, No Characters that exist only in your own brain, and just to be safe No characters that are only ever alluded to but never do anything in the story they are from. (For people who know the show, think Erica from Bojack Horseman)
No real people. And because they are a grey area no Youtuber personas. And also no characters obviously based on real people, no matter how fictionalized they may be. (So for example no Clone High characters)
No works from people who use money from said work to do evil. So no H*rry P*tter, FNAF, etc. I'm also gonna say no Marvel characters cause of their planned Israeli propaganda movie.
No offensive characters. No characters that are racist caricatures. No characters that are part of a hate group that exists IRL. Even if there is context in their story or creation that makes it better, you gotta remember that people don't have that context.
You can submit as many characters as you want! Just know that if I need to remove a few characters I'll start by removing characters from duplicate sources. And submitting the same character multiple times does nothing.
Some smaller niche rules; Don't submit characters that you or someone you know personally made. Don't submit the season 1 winner.
Finally, They don't actually need to be obscure. If they aren't obscure they will simply lose early. I'm adding this rule here so people won't be like "why is X here? They aren't obscure at all"
You read all those? Good! Have fun!
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coriolanus loves spoiling you
fem reader x coriolanus snow
The limits of the adoration of Coriolanus Snow knew no bounds.
Every second he got, he was lavishing you with gifts. The dresses, the jewelry, the shoes...if it was pretty, he insisted you have it.
You hadn't grown up poor by any means, but you'd never been able to literally have whatever you wanted. It took a lot of getting used to, and even now you still weren't. He was just so excited to give you things.
He gave you credit cards by the dozen, practically shoving them into your hands. "Go get something pretty to wear for me, sweetheart."
He had money in bucketloads, something you were a little wary of, but you didn't ask any questions. It'd only cause tension, and besides, it didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Coriolanus would hear you come home with shopping bags in hand and leave his office, coming to you with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. "Good trip darling?" he'd ask, taking you in his arms and kissing you on the cheek.
"Uh huh," you'd smile, and he'd tweak your nose a bit, petting your soft hair.
"Show me what you got, sweetheart," he'd say, taking you by the hand and carrying a few of your bags for you.
You would model the pretty dresses for him and he'd sit back against the headboard of the bed, telling you to spin so he could see the whole thing. You'd save the lingerie and nightdresses for last every time, knowing how that would end.
With his tongue in your mouth and his hands sliding under the waistline of your panties.
Since Coriolanus had grown up so poor all the while portraying the image of old money, he relished in being able to have it all now. He took you out to expensive restaurants and made sure you wanted for absolutely nothing. He'd been able to buy you a beautiful wedding ring, and the ceremony itself was lavish, beyond anything the likes of the Capitol had seen before.
You were the brightest thing in his life, his sweetheart, his love. You had a hold on him and you didn't even know it, one that kept him grounded and kind. The absolute least he could do was make sure you had everything. The nicest clothes. The right invitations. The softest sheets. The best protection.
And not only did he spoil you with things, but he gave you attention to the highest degree.
Every night there were soft kisses all over your pretty body, pressed in the creases and lines of you that he had memorized. His hands wandered you aimlessly, only wanting to feel you under his fingers. During these special times, shrouded in darkness, his entire being was devoted to you, to making sure you felt good.
If he was spending the day at home, he would summon you into his office to keep him company, letting you read near him (in his lap, of course).
Coriolanus thought you the sun and moon. You were the only person whose pleasure he cared for besides himself. There was nothing he wouldn't do to keep you safe.
You found this to be true one night when you'd come home in tears, your dress torn, your face stained with your makeup that had been so perfect at the beginning of the evening.
Of course he'd noticed immediately, gathering you into his arms and smoothing your hair, pressing kisses to your face to try and calm you down. "Sweetheart...oh sweetheart, what happened?"
You were hysterical, clinging to him as you tried to slow your breathing down. "I was...wa-walking alone...an...and someone came up behind me...'n grabbed me...and..." the rest of the story was lost to your tears.
Coriolanus was seething, holding you tight to him. He swept you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, lying you down and starting to undress you. You whimpered and he shushed you gently, keeping one arm around you the whole time. "Shh, just getting you more comfortable pretty. I'm here. I'm right here with you."
He got you into your nightdress, getting into bed with you and pulling the blanket over you. You laid your head against his chest as he stroked your hair, soothing you into sleep.
Keeping one arm around you, he reached for the phone beside the bed, picking it up and dialing a certain number. He kept his voice down so you'd stay asleep, all the while keeping you against his chest, holding your head there.
"...never happen again. Do what you must," he concluded quietly, putting the phone back in its receiver. Looking down at you, he felt a fond little smile come over him, and he ran his fingers through your hair again, his wedding ring getting caught in the strands slightly.
He would do anything to protect you. If it meant having people taken care of to keep you safe and sound, he'd do it over and over again.
You were a treasure, the one pure thing in his fabricated politician's life. And he would guard you like gold. Spoil you in pretty things and in safety.
There was not a single thing on earth he wouldn't do for you.
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#president snow x reader#young president snow#the hunger games fanfiction#hunger games#the hunger games#tbosas#tbosas fic#tbosas x reader#coryo x reader#coryo snow#milliesfishes snow#tbosbas
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Hello, I’m mixed and I know you’re mixed too so I’m hoping for some advice. My mom is white and my dad is Native American (technically he is indigenous to canada the tribe he is from but I just say Native American because it is easier to explain, ‘native Canadian’ sounds weird 😭) and I’m sure you know things r really bad for indigenous people in Canada even more so than in America so when my dad was young his parents managed to save enough money to move to America many years ago, anyway I guess none of that is important besides the fact that I’m mixed.
Basically, I am involved in a fandom with many mixed-race characters that I love. None that are specifically mixed like I am (well besides one character whose mom is native and dad is white, though his mom was never revealed it’s a popular fan theory so I’ll just go with it) and other notable mixed characters are Arab/white, Chinese/white, etc. Writing this out I kind of realize that all of these mixed characters are mostly half white lol. But, that is also kind of the problem.
I’ve noticed a real… I don’t want to say racist but really discriminatory and hurtful attitude towards these mixed characters that really hurts my feelings as a mixed person myself. Basically people ignoring their mixed heritage and opting to just refer to them as ‘Arab’ and ‘Chinese’ and whatnot. Which is fine on the surface, but then I see people start talking about how disgusting it is that these characters have a white parent and that it would be much better if they were ‘pure’ POC. Which is really… hurtful as someone who is mixed with a white parent. Sorry I’m not ‘pure’ enough for your liking?? I guess? What is the point of them even saying things like that? And I guess I want to know how I can bring it up to these people without them getting angry at me. I got really mad one time and said that trying to erase a mixed characters other parent is trying to erase their identity and you can’t just choose to accept half of someone you have to accept ALL of them or you accept no part of them but they just block me.
I don’t know I feel like they’re trying to be well meaning even if it’s in a really hurtful way, but then when I try to correct them they don’t even care so can I really call it well meaning? They outright ignore the fact that the characters are canonically mixed and choose to just present them as ‘pure POC’ which they act like it’s somehow ‘superior’ to being mixed. I already don’t fit in anywhere I go and I feel like neither side will ever accept me and now I feel like this pervasive fandom attitude just kind of confirms all my fears. Sometimes I wish I was fully one or the other. I liked your other posts about being mixed and how you weren’t ‘half’ of anything you were fully all of them and I’m trying to internalize that but all these people and their hurtful comments make it hard. Like they’re not making these comments about me specifically, but I see what they say about fictional characters that are like me so it’s :/
I guess I just want to know how to convince them that mixed people are worthy of telling stories about too and how we aren’t lesser just because we are mixed? How do I tell these people to get over their discomfort with acknowledging the heritage of mixed characters? I’m not very good at articulating these sorts of things.
And sorry this was so long 😢
This is a bit of an older ask, and I've left it sit in my askbox for a while because I'm honestly not sure if I even have any advice for you.
The biggest things I suppose would be
A: remember that fandoms really aren't known for acknowledging the nuance of, like, literally anything that can be polarized. Unfortunately, that includes race and racial mixing.
B: sometimes you have to be the change you want to see. And I know. I know it sucks when you always have to be that person. But sometimes that is truly the only solution. Exist happily as yourself, be content in your own mixed race identity, talk about it when you feel up to it, and those who see it will be touched by you. Perhaps they may even catch on, and start to spread a healthier way of looking at the mixed race characters within your fandom.
C: stop giving a shit what other people think. Be you. You will find people who love you for you. Fuck all the others who reject you for being yourself, and don't force yourself into an easily digestible box for those who would barely glance your way regardless.
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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 16
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"Do you think anyone heard us?" Mason asked, kissing Adele's forehead.
"I don't know. But they think we are already doing it, so" she shrugged.
"That's true" he chuckled. "What will we tell them if they ask, tho?"
"We'll... say that we were working out."
"What?" he laughed.
"Sometimes, when people work out, it sounds as if they are having sex."
"Do you moan my name when you work out?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"All the time. I'm doing burpees and saying oh, Mase" Adele said, imitating what had left her mouth not that long ago.
"Say it again."
"Mase" she faked moaned, not being able to hide a smile.
"That has turned me on so much..."
"Oh, I can tell. Or feel if we are being accurate."
"Round two?" Mason said, already moving to be on top of her.
"Round two" she giggled.
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"Wait, how do I look?"
"Gorgeous" Mason smiled.
"That's... That's not what I meant, but thank you" Adele replied with a shy smile.
"Then?"
"Do I... Do I look like... Like we..."
"You mean if you look like someone who has been having amazing sex?"
"Mason!" she said, rolling her eyes.
"It is the truth, tho. That was amazing, Addie. I would have never imagined that you were so… passionate" he smirked. "Though after what you told me about your naughty side with your ex, I should have expected it."
"Yeah, well" she said, clearing her throat. "Do I look any different or not?"
"No, you don't. Do I?"
"Your hair is a bit messy, but other than that, nothing is different. Though if someone asks where we went or what we did..."
"You were crying, I comforted you and you fell asleep in my arms."
"And the comforting was a hug. You know my brother."
"Just a hug… or two" Mason winked, making Adele roll her eyes again.
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"Where is everyone?" Mason asked when he and Adele walked into the living room.
"They went into town to buy some things for tonight's birthday party" Toni said.
"And you?"
"Another of my migraines."
"Do you want us to leave? We just came to pick something to eat."
"No, no. I actually am hungry too, and who knows how long it'll take them to come back " she said, getting up from the sofa and walking with them to the kitchen. "How are you, Addie?"
"Better" she said.
"I can tell" Toni replied, trying not to smile. She knew. She definitely knew.
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"Now that it is just the three of us…" Toni said while they ate. "Are you sure there is nothing you would like to share with me?"
"Mum, Adele isn't pregnant" Mason said.
"I know, I know. I was talking about something else."
"We aren't dating."
"That isn't it either. It is something else."
"Something like what?" he asked.
"I'm not sure… But I know you, Mason. You are my son. And there is something bothering you, something important."
"There is nothing" he shrugged.
"Mase…" Adele whispered.
"There is nothing" he repeated.
"Tell her, Mase. She's your mum" Adele said, holding his hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"Mason, you are starting to scare me."
"Mum, they... They..." Mason said, nervously running a hand through his hair.
"His agency is blackmailing him."
"Adele!"
"What? It is the truth, isn't it?" she shrugged, looking at him.
"What do you mean by blackmailing you?" Toni asked.
"They... They have something and are threatening me to publish it if we don't keep faking our relationship because it is making them earn a lot of money. They said they would ruin my career if we don't do as they say."
"That's... That's..." Toni said, getting up from the table and starting to pace around the room. "What do they have on you?"
"Tell her, Mase" Adele encouraged him again.
"It's from my 21st birthday in Los Angeles. There are photos of me very drunk, and a video with... A video with a girl."
"A sex tape?" Toni asked, raising her voice.
"Yes" Mason whispered, his face bright red.
"But he didn't know he was being filmed. The girl had planned it all to earn some easy money" Adele explained. "She tried to sell the photos first but they stopped her, so then she tried with the video. Mase's agency stopped her again, but they had to spend a lot of money to do it and now they believe he owes them and are threatening him to publish it and ruin his career if we don't do as they say."
"When does your contract with them end?"
"December."
"December..." Toni repeated. "You can keep faking for a few more months, right? It seems to be getting easier" she smirked.
"I guess..." Mason said.
"Good. Then keep doing as they ask, and if they want to sit down and negotiate a new contract, try to avoid it. Meanwhile, I'll make some calls and get everything ready to sue their asses the moment the contract is over. No one hurts my baby. No one" Toni said.
"Thank you, mum" Mason whispered, trying very hard not to cry.
"Oh, come here" she said, hugging him. "It's ok, my boy. It's ok. We'll fix this."
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After the chat Mason and Adele had with his mum, she suggested that they should go for a walk, have some fresh air while they got everything ready for the party.
"I'll also try to talk with your mum, Adele. You can't spend your birthday angry at each other, can you?" Toni had said.
They decided to take the Vespa and go to the beach, have a swim and lay in the sun for a while, maybe get some gelato too.
"Mase, are you checking me out?" Adele teased him as she took off her dress, ready to jump in the water.
"Can't help it now that I've seen everything that is to see" he shrugged. "But I've been checking you out since the moment we set foot in this country. Italy suits you, Addie."
"Does it?"
"It does" he said, moving to where she was standing and grabbing her by the waist, the way his thumbs were moving over her skin making her shudder.
"It also suits you. I can't remember the last time I saw you this happy."
"That's because I'm with you. Because you make me happy. I love you, Addie" he said, meeting her eyes.
"Mason…"
"It's ok if you don't love me the way I do. I get it, I'm used to it" he chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Adele asked as she closed the space between them a bit more, her hands moving up and down his arms.
"When I kissed you under that orange tree when we were sixteen, I didn't just realize that I liked you. I realized that I was in love with you."
"And why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you didn't feel the same."
"Maybe I did."
"You didn't, Addie" Mason chuckled. "But it's ok, I didn't mind. And I don't mind if you still don't feel the same way I do."
"Mason… Mase" she said, cupping his face and making him look at her. "Do you really think that if I didn't have feelings for you, I would have done what we did this morning?"
"I…"
"Remember when you confessed to me everything about what your agency was doing? About the video and the blackmailing?"
"I do."
"That day you said that you loved me, and I said it back. And I meant it. It wasn't like when you say I love you to your mum or someone from your family. It was like when you say it to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your person. And that's what you are to me, Mason. My person. I love you."
"Can you repeat it again?" he asked.
"All of it?" Adele laughed.
"Just the last three words."
"I love you."
"I love you too" he smiled before kissing her in a way she had never been kissed before. There was passion like in all the kisses they had shared that morning, but there was also something else. Something she had never felt before with anyone else.
True love.
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Sooo... Episode 6 is out...
For me this episode is the weakest we've had so far. And I need to rant a bit...
I don't even know where to start. Of course not everything was bad about this episode, like the pride party. I really loved that part.
But there are some icks...
Maybe I set my expectations too high, because I've seen a few posts about how there's a shocking twist, ect. But the hype really ended up going nowhere for me..
First of all, Noa and Jen..
So.. I wish they would just show us why Noa us so attached to Jen. Because all we see is Jen causing trouble for Noa and it sucks. And Noa saying that Jen and her are 'more alike' than her and Shawn felt like a bullshit excuse. And if she really feels that way, why not break off with Shawn right away? Instead she uses him, his money and then cheats on him. I could look past the cheating in Juvie, because Noa didn't know that Shawn would wait for her and that she was scearching for comfort in Jen. But this? This is just bullshit.
Even worse, Jen stole the money from Shawn's mother to give back to him?! Like what the fuck? And Noa is actually still considering a relationship with her after she got accused of stealing the money?
I also don't get how Jen told Noa she doesn't need more on her plate and when she's confronted with her STEALING from Shawn's mother, she turns around again and puts pressure on Noa to make a decision?! Excuse me?
This is just peak self sabotage. She is considering leaving Shawn, who she has a really stable and healthy relationship with for someone who steals and causes her trouble. Are the writers even trying to make us like Jen?
And I expected Noa to get some backlash from the liars. Especially Faran. She always has strong opinions and isn't afraid to voice them, but she doesn't say anything against Noa cheating? This would've been the perfect opportunity to create some tension between the Liars. Not only did Noa lie to them about Jen, she's cheating on Shawn and playing with both of them, which could taint the picture of Noa the other Liars have of her.
Side note: Where is the scene of Jen and Noa that we saw in the promo pictures?
Also, I really hated how easily they just cut Jen off of their list for Bloody Rose.
Next one, I saw some people say that they want Kelly to die a horrible death now. But I still don't want her to die.
What she did was horrible and hurtful to Imogen, but I don't think Kelly really had another choice. Her mom is abusive and she had to obey her and therefore the church to avoid further trauma and abuse. She has no other choice but to adapt to the view of the church to survive. And I think that's really sad.
I want her to get the chance to work through her trauma and redeem herself to the Liars, especially Imogen.
I hope they don't kill her off, because I feel like there could be a lot of ways to further explore her character, because she's so complex.
Side note: I can't take it when my two favorite girlies are fighting T_T Great acting from both of them!
And it seems like we're really pushing Faran x Greg now.. And I'm not sure how to feel about it.
I really like the actors and they do have good chemistry, but I don't really know if I can like this ship..
I mean we could have Faran x Kelly. They're literally right there and would be better representation than Jen x Noa..
And now to the 'big reveal'.
First of all, Imogen's 'test' didn't feel like a test. (I'm also not convinced that Noa actually finished her test last episode.)
It was really lacking, but at least she had her moment last season..
I thought something was up from Davie, as I stated in the first post I made about Summer School. Imogen kept confusing Bloody Roae and her mother throughout the season, but the reveal still didn't really work for me.
We didn't even see her face. And we saw in the trailer that Imogen will accuse Dr Sullivan of being Bloody Rose in episode 7 or 8. We also saw Dr Sullivan saying she's putting on her face, as in becoming Bloody Rose, which will probably be another dream of Imogen.
Imogen has been hallucinating this season so I'm also not sure that we can trust her judgment on this. I hope they don't do the secret twin thing with Davie. That would just be boring, because we got that last season. I assume it was probably a mask to mess with her.
I just don't buy Davie or her secret twin being Bloody Rose and it would be one of the more boring plot twists, if they go through with it. I have read other theories that seem more exciting than this..
Where did Bloody Rose go anyway? And why didn't she kill Imogen? She clearly had the chance to. Wouldn't she want to kill Imogen to keep her identity hidden?
I'm sorry for rambling so much. But I needed to get this off of my chest.
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⪩ Angus HCS ! ⪨
Con artist for sure, doesn’t work w/ the mafia but he does scam people
Has gotten numerous calls from angry customers about his scamming
Very particular about how he sorts his clothes
Major perfectionist, until it comes to scamming then he’s kinda bat at it.
Owns 30 of the same hat
Most people in the apartment think he’s likeable…just very weird at the same time.
Very clumsy, trips a LOT on his own shoes, mostly lands on his face.
Talks really fast when he’s either trying to sell some stupid product OR when he’s with someone he really enjoys be around
Probably tried to scam the DDD at least ONCE
Annoys the hell out of Francis (affectionately)
Loves Halloween because he can make a lot of money off of poorly manufactured products while also scaring the shit out of people
Hope you liked those, might make more for diff characters :3
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Online & Anonymous 10/16
Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.
Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV
>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)
>>Jake chatting (italics)
2005/2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014
2015 – Bradley
He doesn’t have the location feature in Grindr turned on by default. He can’t and won’t pick up while he’s deployed, not considering the fact that they have all sort of security hoops and communication blackouts, the location hasn’t ever been important. Except when he’s on leave and he’s looking at it now and Jas is in the same state as him. Not close by any means, but holy shit he’ll travel if he has to. Jas is meant to be deployed, however Texas is a huge state, and Jas has no reason to lie about being deployed. Unless their luck has changed, and Jas is somehow on leave and they’re in the same state. There’s a chance that Jas is on base, and if that’s the case it rules out the Marines and Coast Guard, but not Army, Navy or Air Force.
He wonders if it’s even possible for them to meet. He would totally fly a couple of hours to finally meet Jas.
>>Not to creep on you, but I can see you’re in Texas.
>>You here long?
>>You have got to be fucking kidding me.
>>What?
>>I’m here for two days. Just here to attend my grandma’s funeral.
>>And avoid my family as much as possible.
>>Okay. Not exactly ideal meeting conditions.
>>Fuck.
>>I’m almost tempted to just ditch the funeral.
>>But I can’t.
>>Of course not.
>>God I hate this entire state.
>>Special leave to attend.
>>Turn around is tight.
>>I’m sorry for your loss.
Bradley isn’t sure what else to say, because he hadn’t even realized that Jas spoke to any of his family members, had left them all behind when he joined up whatever service it is he’s in.
>>Thanks. She was the last decent family member I had.
>>Not that I was the best grandson.
>>Another thing to feel shitty and guilty about I guess.
>>But I don’t think I’ll be coming back here unless it’s for work.
… … …
He studies his calendar and the dates Jas has sent through of when he’s on leave. There’s not more than twenty-four hours of overlap with his own leave and he gets that people come and go and in a twelve-month period it’s fine, however this has been going on for several years now. The world feels like it’s going crazy and he doesn’t know if it actually is, or if he’s just paying more attention now, as he gets older and aware how world events will impact where he might be sent next. Where Jas might be sent next.
Massacres.
Shootings.
Coups.
Wars.
Foreign airstrikes.
And that’s just the first two months of the year. God, no wonder they can’t seem to catch a break. He scrolls back up to the pictures Jas had sent through last night and studies the tan lines, wonders where he might be to develop them. It’s not a comms blackout, but it’s close. They’re time zones apart now and it makes him regret not appreciating all the times when they were only hours apart.
“Is that your guy?”
“Jesus Christ! Natasha!” Bradley presses his phone to his chest and squirms away from where she’s trying to sit on his thighs in an attempt to pin him.
“I mean, I’d be distracted too if someone sent me pictures like that. Maybe worth the money you paid for that ridiculous phone,” she says, poking him in the thigh.
“He’s not my guy. Just… okay. Yeah. I guess it is my guy. He’s also a friend. He doesn’t need you drooling over him.”
“A friend you have pretty regular sex with… And I’m sure you drool over him enough for the both of us.”
“Yeah. But we’ve never met and it feels like we’re never going to. And we don’t even know each other’s names. It’s not a romance for the ages.”
“And yet you admitted it’s one of your most important relationships. And not just because of the sex. That does sound pretty romantic to me.”
“This is why people think we’re sleeping together, all you talk about is sex.”
“I just said it was romantic! But I talk about sex because it winds you up.”
Bradley groans.
“Is it phone sex, when your still just sending messages? Isn’t phone sex when you’re actually on the phone with each other? Have you tried that? Does he have an accent?”
“Why are you so interested?” Bradley replies, because he’s wondering now, and he hadn’t really thought about it before and he’s annoyed at himself. Wonders if they could talk on the phone, hear each other’s voices. Wonders if Jas has an accent, because he is Texan.
“Because I’m bored.”
“What do I have to do to make you leave me alone?”
“There’s nothing you can do. You need to entertain me. Can I talk to your friend?”
“No!”
“I could find him and talk to him. You’ve given me enough details to find him I think…”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“The entertainment value alone would make it worth it.”
He rolls his eyes but pulls a deck of cards from his pocket, because while he doesn’t think she would go through with it he also wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she did.
… … …
His next deployment once again finds him on a carrier with Jake Seresin. Carriers are huge, there are thousands of people on board and yet Seresin seems to be there every time he turns around. Fortunately Seresin’s squadron are meant to leave in two months so at least that’s only one-third of his deployment he has to suffer through, and another squadron is cycling through in one-month, so between them he can at least try and avoid him. It works better in theory than in practice. Their downtime in the rec room nearly always seems to coincide and he’s not really listening to what the others are talking about until he hears Seresin mention going home to Texas.
“You’re Texan?” Bradley asks, eyes shooting up to meet his and Seresin raises an eyebrow.
“Born and bred. How did you miss that fact Rooster? It’s not like you haven’t heard my gorgeous dulcet tones.”
“I guess I just never thought of it before, about where you’re from.”
He doesn’t mean it as an insult, he just really hadn’t thought about it, because he was in Corpus Christi where everyone seemed to sound Texan. And Seresin sometimes doesn’t sound as Texan as he does right now. He’s pretty sure that’s the case anyway.
“Proud Texan through and through, go back every chance I get.”
“Of course you do.”
… … …
Bambi arrives like a breath of fresh air with five others, and he grabs her and swings her around and then brings her in for a tight hug.
“God it’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you too BB!”
“Congrats on the promotion.”
“Yeah, now you can stop being an asshole about it.”
“Only with you. And Natasha.”
“Yeah yeah. It really is good to see you. Come on, think we can get a party started up in here and do some dancing?”
“I’m certain you can achieve anything you want.”
“And don’t you forget it! You can play the piano for me later!”
“As you wish…” Bradley says, and she cackles madly and he grins, glad that she’s here.
… … …
Things get a lot less fun for a while, they’re in the air dropping bombs, patrolling airspace and this is what he’s trained for, years of training paying off, and it’s necessary, and he loves flying, and when it comes down to an enemy plane or Seresin being shot down he’s glad that Seresin made the shot. As much as he might find him arrogant and annoying he doesn’t want him dead. He does wish the guy would learn a little humility though, and he definitely snaps when he hears him re-telling the kill.
“Judge, jury and executioner… You’re just a modern-day hangman now aren’t you?”
The nickname of Hangman sticks to him, and he can tell it grates him a little, but then he starts leaning into it and somehow becomes even more arrogant and Bradley didn’t think it was possible but he’s been wrong before. Two weeks later Seresin and the rest of his squadron leave and he lets out a mental sigh of relief.
Four months to go.
… … …
>>You ever kill anyone?
>>No.
>>You okay?
>>Probably not. Good enough to fake it.
>>You shouldn’t have to fake it.
>>I’m assuming this isn’t a hypothetical?
>>No. Not hypothetical.
>>I’ve probably been responsible for people dying before.
>>Just never seen faces before.
>>I’m having nightmares.
>>Shit. I’m sorry. Wish I could give you a hug.
>>Thanks. I’ve got J helping me out.
>>They aren’t going to keep me down.
>>I’ll be fine.
>>Jas. Take some time. Talk to someone.
>>And say what?
>>I throw up every time I think about it too much?
>>It’s okay to feel upset about it.
>>Yeah? Then why is everyone congratulating me like what I did was a good thing?
>>War on terror… fucking hell.
>>You’re on leave right now right?
>>Go and get laid?
>>If I could be guaranteed a good lay, I would take that advice.
>>You know what I feel like?
>>What?
>>Just… pinned down and fucked until I can’t think about anything except how I’m feeling physically. Nothing in my head.
>>I mentioned once about tying you up… would you let me?
>>Yeah. Of course.
>>No. Not of course. We can talk about anything and everything, but actually doing it is another matter.
>>You know what I want the most?
>>What?
>>Giving you what you need.
>>If that’s tying you to a bed that’s all well and good, but I can pin you with my body, hold you down while I just rub against you. Get you hard and desperate for it, just rubbing up against each other like horny teenagers.
>>Would be an interesting experiment to try out.
>>Yeah, especially if I was already stretched and lubed up, that potential for more just there on the edge for both of us…
>>But you’d have to figure out how to keep me pinned and get you dick in me.
>>God you’ve gotten so good at this.
>>All the practice with you baby.
… … …
He’s back in a squadron with Natasha and for the first time also Hangman, and it’s a learning curve and a half because he remember Seresin and how he was at Top Gun a few years ago. He seems to have embraced the title of the only naval aviator in active duty to have an air to air kill, and all it does is make him wonder what has happened to Maverick, because surely he’s still active. The idea that he might have died and he wouldn’t know about it scares him, so he sends a carefully worded email to Ice and asks about them both. The response he gets back isn’t overly open or encouraging, but it is still a response and Bradley takes it as the small stepping stone it is. He’s still angry, but not angry enough to not want to know that Mav is alive and well. Ice too. It’s been over fifteen years and what he really wants now is answers. So he sends another email back, shares a funny story about something that happened and hopes for the best.
… … …
“Every turn he assumes I think the worst of him.”
“Don’t you?”
“No! He’s an asshole, but I think he maybe uses that to cover up stuff.”
“Hmm. Deep.”
“Shut up,” Bradley mutters.
“Maybe the two of you have more in common than you think.”
Bradley looks at her sharply.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I can’t say. Just… keep an open mind I guess?”
“Oh my god Nat. I don’t need an open mind,” Bradley says with an eye roll, putting sarcastic quotation marks in the air when he says open mind. “He made a pass at me.”
“Oh, so you know he’s gay.”
“And so do you…” Bradley observes.
“Yeah well, best friend privilege I guess? I haven’t said anything about you though. Other than you being in a long-distance relationship.”
“Oh, great, thanks for that.”
“What?”
“If I go and hook up people are going to think I’m cheating.”
“Oh. Sorry. Didn’t think about that. Wait, how long have you known Seresin’s gay?”
“Uh. Few years. When I was at Top Gun for the year.”
“When you spent a large chunk of time bitching to me about how annoying he was?”
“He asked me out for a drink after that. After most of that…”
“Did he?! Really?” Natasha sits up and leans forward, eyes wide and excited.
“I turned him down obviously.”
“Why obviously?”
“I was sort of an instructor at the time. Didn’t want a reputation of sleeping with people anymore than I want one as a cheater,” he says, poking his toes into her thigh in annoyance, although all she does back is pinch the delicate skin of his ankle and he yelps in pain.
“So… you haven’t slept with him.”
“Nope.”
“Thinking about it now though right?”
He groans and she laughs. It’s annoying because they both know she’s right.
… … …
It wasn’t him. That’s the only thing he can think of when he hears the news. Who ever it was got the target wrong and hit a hospital. He hears all the talk about collateral damage but he still thinks he’s going to be sick. He didn’t sign up to kill injured people and doctors. He sends another email to Ice, wonders if he’ll have any magical words that will help him sleep at night.
… … …
It hits him over dinner one night that Seresin’s first name is Jake. He has the same initials as Jas, is maybe born the same year and is also from Texas. That’s quite a few coincidences. He starts paying a little more attention. He knows Natasha thinks it’s because he wants to maybe fuck him, and okay, she’s not wrong, but it’s not the only reason he’s looking. Then he hears Hangman on the phone talking to someone, his sister he tells Natasha later when she asks (at Bradley’s not so gentle request). It’s that that makes him realize that’s all they are; coincidences. Jas doesn’t talk to his family and hates Texas, Seresin is the opposite. Seems about right.
… … …
>>How are you going?
>>Good. Didn’t need to vomit when a nightmare woke me up this time.
>>That’s what I call winning.
>>You and I have very different definitions of winning.
Bradley walks into the rec room and Hangman is there on his phone, thumbs flying over the screen and he wonders who he’s talking to. He looks happy, clearly not as troubled as Jas is feeling, and he guesses they’re different people and have very different experiences.
“Hey Hangman, you okay?”
“Would you care if I wasn’t?” Hangman says back, and he’s smiling, but his eyes are glinting with a challenge. Bradley shrugs, because he can extend an olive branch, but shoving it down Hangman’s throat pretty much defeats the purpose.
“I just thought I’d check in on you. Some people… struggle, when they’ve killed someone,” he doesn’t mean for it to sound accusatory, or detached, but they’re not friends. Maybe he should be checking in with Coyote instead, asking him if he thinks Hangman is okay. He’d definitely get a more honest answer, that’s certain.
“I’m in the wrong profession if that’s something I’d allow to bother me.”
“Okay. Just thought I’d ask.”
God, he’s such an asshole.
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r&d | yog sothoth x female reader
part 2/?
words | 3.3k
cw | tnmn nightmare mode, eventual smut, no explicit content in this chapter, vampire bite
ao3 link
taglist | @jazminetoad
You awaken to find yourself in strange surroundings.
Not odd in their appearance or nature, per se, but the fact that you are in them and you have no recollection of how you’ve gotten to this place.
You’re lying on a couch, soft and comfortable, in an office. There’s a woman seated behind a desk nearby, smiling at you when she sees your eyes open, rising from the desk to stand beside you.
You slowly sit up, blinking your eyes, finding them dry and sticky feeling. You glance at the clock mounted on the wall. Your appointment had been scheduled for two hours ago, give or take. You remember that, you recall walking into the building and presenting yourself at the desk, but beyond that…nothing. Absolutely blank.
“How are you feeling?”
“I fell asleep,” you say, still trying to get your bearings.
“Not uncommon, as most of our door guardians find themselves having trouble sleeping as a rule. Likely you were so comforted with being able to discuss your thoughts and feelings that it made you feel safe and secure and you were lulled into slumber.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are. I don’t even remember coming to this room.”
“Again, a sign of exhaustion. It’s good that you’re participating in this program. You’ve understandably been extremely stressed. Your mind is trying to focus on the important things and give you a break from the less significant ones, which is exactly what you need. That will help decrease your stress levels and anxiety.”
Had you been that stressed out? You don’t really feel like you had. You’d just been doing this for the money. You remember that much, at least.
“And who are you? Sorry, I…”
“That’s quite alright. I’m one of the staff members working the trial, monitoring your progress. You were interviewed by one of the doctors here earlier.”
“I don’t remember.” You know you’re repeating yourself. It’s just so odd to have part of your memory completely erased. Wait. Why did you think this was done to you? A deliberate scrape of your mind, by someone like this seemingly placid woman still beaming at you? You absently rub one of your arms. It’s aching, but you don’t see anything visible to cause you distress. Surely they didn’t inject you with anything? It wasn’t that kind of trial.
“Your second appointment has already been scheduled. We’ll see you back here in one week.” She hands you a card and you glance at it briefly.
“That’s it? I can go?”
“Of course. You’ve done all that’s required for this session. It’s not as if you’re being held prisoner here. You’re free to leave whenever you’d like.” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite touch her eyes and you find her words more ominous than comforting, making you wonder if that earlier sensation that something has been done to you is, in fact, justified.
You lurch to your feet, suddenly wanting to be out of the office. That muffled, foggy, cottony feeling in your brain is really unpleasant and you want to be back in your apartment, surrounded by things you recognize. The woman opens the door and you emerge to find yourself in a featureless hallway. “To the right. Keep going straight. You’ll see the reception desk that you stopped at when you entered earlier.”
You follow her directions, relieved when you’re back outdoors again, with fresh air and sunlight. What a surreal experience that had been. You can’t believe you’d just knocked out on some therapist’s couch.
By the time you return home you’re feeling more alert, your mind clearer.
Your arm still aches.
***
A week later you’re back at the DDD facility for your next session.
Once again the receptionist steps around the desk and leads your forward. You’re surprised when you don’t stop near the room you’d been in last time. This one is further away. You lose track of the turns. You’d never find your way back through that maze of corridors without assistance.
“Um, are you sure this is where I’m supposed to be? I wasn’t here last time.”
“Yes, this is where you belong. Have a seat. The doctor will be in shortly.” The door closes behind you.
You glance at the padded chair that’s raised off the floor, featuring leg and arm rests. The long counter is devoid of any objects. A wheeled stool is tucked nearby. Blank walls. Strange. On impulse you turn and try the door handle. Locked.
Suddenly you hear a key being fitted into the slot and feel the knob turning and then a familiar face pokes into the room. You automatically step back to allow the man more space as he slips inside, closing the door behind him again.
“Dr. Afton?” You greet him, puzzled. He is one of the residents in the building you guard. A physicist, engaged to a school teacher. They lived together on the third floor.
“Why don’t you go have a seat?” He invites.
You don’t move. “What are you doing here?”
The dark haired man frowns. “I’m assisting with the trial. Now have a seat.” His tone is cooler now, less friendly.
“But you’re a physicist. I’m supposed to be seeing the psychologist, aren’t I?”
“You’re wasting valuable time by arguing. Sit.” Less friendly still. Definitely annoyed. You’ve never spoken much to him. He was always a bit quiet, aloof. So different from his bubbly fiancée. “Sit,” he snaps again, no longer bothering to conceal his growing temper.
Suddenly you find you’re no longer rooted to the spot, managing to make your way up into the chair.
The third floor resident settles onto the stool, setting the clipboard he’d been carrying on his lap. You can see something rectangular shaped bulging inside of one of the pockets of his lab coat.
“How have you been sleeping?”
“Fine.”
Afton begins depressing and releasing the tip of the ball point pen clutched between his fingers, looking at you over the tops of his lenses. “Just ‘fine’?”
“Yes,” you reply. “No trouble. It’s been a good week.”
“Maybe you need a higher dose. Henry was a lot more weak willed,” he murmurs out loud.
“What?” You know Henry. Well, not personally, but you know of him. He’d been the doorman at your post before you’d taken over for him.
“What do you recall from your last session?”
“Almost nothing. I fell asleep on a couch. Not this room.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He scribbles something on the paper in front of him.
“My arm hurt for a few days afterward.”
The doctor looks up. “That’s to be expected. It is a rather wide gauge needle.”
“I got injected with something?”
“Yes.”
Your eyes dart to the door behind the seated man. “Why was the door locked?”
Afton rises, smoothing down his tie, then walks over to you. “For your safety. And to assure your compliance. This is around the time last session that you started getting a little…feisty.”
You hear a switch being pressed and your limbs are instantly restrained.
“What’s happening? Let me go!”
“Let’s not go through all that again. One of the unfortunate side effects of this experiment. This tedious memory loss. Having to explain myself over and over again. No one can hear you. You’re not escaping. So you might as well relax.”
“Does Mia know about this?”
Afton smirks. “Oh, she most certainly does. She works for the DDD, after all.”
“But…she’s a schoolteacher…”
“A teacher, yes. For the doppels.”
“Wh…what?”
“You’ll have to give me a moment while I adjust the dose. I wasn’t counting on raising it this early. But it seems you can tolerate it.”
You stare open mouthed as the man withdraws the case in his pocket and begins drawing up some strange, glowing liquid into a syringe. “What is that? You can’t inject me with that!” You futilely struggle against your bonds.
“I can and I will.” It’s almost laughable when he taps the barrel to clear it of bubbles. Cautious about preventing an air embolism, when the contents themselves were who knows what toxic substance.
“Who are you? If you’re not a physicist…”
Afton sighs. “This, again, too? Well, it can’t be helped. Stop wiggling.”
Your eyes widen in alarm as you feel his hand clamping down on you, bracing your limb while the edge of the needle rests against the blue vein threaded beneath the skin.
“See you—”
“—William,” you blurt out suddenly, and he freezes, the needle still not puncturing the skin. “Your first name is William.”
He cocks his head to one side thoughtfully. “Interesting. There is some memory retainment after all. Dangerous, too. Can’t have you spilling out all of the DDD’s secrets, now, can we?” Metal pierces your arm as he abruptly sinks the needle inside, thumb depressing the plunger until the barrel is empty. A strange hot and cold sensation floods the area, running up and down your arm.
“Have a nice journey.” He steps back and you struggle against the sudden drowsiness that floods your system, fighting to keep your eyelids open, the last things you see are Afton’s pale gray eyes, watching you fall into the abyss of oblivion.
***
Your palms automatically slap out to steady yourself as you regain consciousness, finding the hard edge of a desk in front of you. You’re back in the booth. The other booth, in that other reality. The memories come flooding back. You’ve been here before. This strange universe where the neighbors themselves are monsters.
“Fucking Afton,” you curse, rubbing your arm. Tricked again. That smug bastard. Why did you keep going back to that damn trial?
Money, remember? The lure of the almighty dollar.
It isn’t worth it. No matter how much it is, it’s not worth it. That’s assuming they’d even cough up the dough. Maybe they can promise that exorbitant amount because they know you won’t live long enough to ever attain it. Henry had supposedly retired, but you don’t know if you believe that anymore, either.
And now you have a new piece of infortmation: Mia Stone was teaching the doppels. Teaching them what, you can’t fathom. Why would the DDD want anything to do with them beyond eradicating that dangerous species? You can’t even reconcile the idea of the blonde woman being part of something so sinister. Afton being evil? Yeah, that’s not nearly as much of a stretch. But Mia? She baked cookies and volunteered at the soup kitchen and planted trees for inner city children, for fuck’s sake. Kind to everyone. Now she was a villain as well? Was anyone trustworthy? How many people were in on this?
Speaking of Mia, her counterpart in this realm, the Asian who’s eerily beautiful, in spite of her pupilless eyes and visible sets of teeth along each cheek, is now standing at your window. She’s submitted both her entry request and her identification card, and she’s on the day’s list of expected travelers.
Her appearance is a little less difficult to verify than some of the others, you’d noticed last time. There’s no need to count horns or compare tattoos like you must for some of the other unusual residents. But the differences can still be subtle. It takes you a long time to study and compare what you have on file. You can feel her impatience but you don’t want to take any chances. Who knows what consequences messing something up here might have?
Yan Luo shifts and her golden earrings catch the light, the spikes on her crown shining menacingly. You hastily slide her card back and buzz her in. A series of imposter neighbors follow this genuine one. The grave digger, missing ears. The young girl, levitating and crowned in a halo, but with an extra eye poking between her bangs. The witch with her many tattooed eyes with a single incorrect letter in her name on her entry request. One after another they come, and each time you summon the DDD to remove them. You wonder how the hazmat suited men get here. If they are injected with similar chemicals, or if they are permanent fixtures like the residents themselves.
You can’t stop yourself from heaving a sigh of relief when you see a familiar face, the last person scheduled on the list for the day. The vampire has returned.
“You’re back,” he says, offering a sharp toothed smile. You don’t doubt it’s really him, but you verify his information anyway. “Sorry. I’m not happy you’re back for your own sake, but I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I know what you meant.” You return his smile, sliding his documents back through the slot.
“So. What’s happened since last I saw you?”
“I woke up and couldn’t remember a thing. Came back for a second session, and wound up right back here again. I started to remember some things right before, though. And he gave me a higher dose of…whatever that stuff is Afton injects me with. Said I could tolerate it.”
“Bastard.”
“My thoughts exactly. What about you?”
Yog shrugs. “Same old. Hunting has been poor. Nothing today.”
“No humans?”
“None. They’re getting scarcer.”
“I wish I could talk to them. Maybe they could answer some questions.” You pause. “What about the cleaners? Have you ever tried…I mean, they’re human, right?”
“No. Too risky. Attacking the DDD seems like a really bad idea.”
“You’re probably right.” You notice the pale figure staring at a fixed point below your face. Your throat. “You’re hungry.”
“I’ll survive.” Another careless shrug. “I’ll settle for whatever I can get tomorrow. Likely one of the fiends.”
“You want…you want a bite? A sip? I don’t know what the correct terminology is.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t ask that of you. It would hardly be fair. I’m not even sure if it would count as sustenance, since you’re technically not a resident here. Although you do have physical substance, so…”
“You’ve been kind to me. It seems like
I could try to help you out.”
“You’re not afraid?”
“Sure I am. But compared to what else I’ve been going through? I think I can handle it.”
The man clad all in black hesitates. “Alright. I suppose we can try.”
You hit the buzzer and then he enters the booth.
“Hi,” you greet him shyly, as if you have not just been speaking through the window. This felt different, talking face to face with no barrier between you. You can feel the eyes secured into the steel shutter’s frame watching you and you wonder if this is really the best place to do this.
“Hi,” he returns. He looks almost as nervous as you feel.
“What do you think would happen if I tried to leave the booth?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m going to try it.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll have to back up,” you murmur apologetically.
“Right. Sorry.” He steps back and you move out of the booth, then pause. Nothing happens. No bolt of lightning, no DDD reprimand.
“Well, that answers that question,” you offer with a nervous laugh.
“Would you rather come upstairs? Quachil is out right now, causing misfortune. She’ll be at that awhile.”
“That’s right. You live with your daughter in this realm. She causes misfortune in my world, too,” you confide wryly. “I guess some things aren’t different.”
You follow the vampire to the elevator and travel to the second floor. He unlocks the door and flips on a lightswitch, then gestures for you to enter.
You’re not sure exactly what you’d expected.
No sign of a coffin, although you suppose that wouldn’t be in a living room anyway. What’s so unusual is how normal it looks, traditional furnishings just done in a different color palette than you’re accustomed to, all varying shades of black and charcoal and gray with crimson accents.
“It’s um…it’s very gothic,” you say. “It suits you.”
“I suppose it does.” He closes the door behind him. “Did you want to sit? Maybe it would be more comfortable for you.”
“Oh, I guess so.” You sit gingerly on the edge of the sofa. Crushed velvet. Your fingers rub over the fabric, making it dark and then light and then dark again. The lamp nearby is a similar color, with a beaded shade and crystals dripping from its edge.
Yog settles beside you. There’s something very elegant in the way he does this; reminiscent of some Victorian man come right out of the era. You wonder how old he really is. Amazing to think that this is some immortal creature.
“Do you have to avoid sunlight?”
“Yes.”
“Holy water?”
“I couldn’t say. I’ve never been doused with it.”
“What about crosses?”
“I’m not religious, either.”
“Can you turn into a bat? Or mist?”
“Neither.”
“Does a stake through the heart really do the trick?”
“I would imagine that would ‘do the trick’ and spell any living thing’s demise,” he responds wryly.
“Hmmm.” You fuss with the sofa some more, your eyes shyly meeting his. “I’m sorry if I’m being rude. It’s just not everyday you get to meet a vampire.”
“It’s perfectly normal to be curious.” He flicks his hair away from his eyes with a toss of his head. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know,” you say softly. “You’re really hungry, aren’t you?”
“Starving, to be honest.”
“I’m ready,” you say, even though you’re not.
He nods, edging closer. His fingers graze the side of your throat. You’d thought his touch would be cool, but he feels pleasantly warm. “Hold still,” he cautions, and for a moment, you’re reminded of Afton, poised to inject you. Then his lips press against your skin and his fangs breech your flesh and you forget all about the scientist that had sent you here.
It hurts, but in an exquisite way, like scratching an itchy spot raw, like peeling a scab that’s not yet ready to part, like a thousand other forbidden things that should not feel good, but do. You gasp and his hand braces the shoulder of your opposite arm and he sucks. You can feel the blood leaving your body, drawn into the vampire’s ravenous mouth. Your heart is pounding. So much trust required in this venture. What if he takes too much? What if he can’t stop?
“Enough,” you hear Yog murmur, and you think it is more for himself than your own benefit. His face lifts, still close to yours, twin trails of crimson leaking from his mouth. He wipes these away, licking his fingers, and a little thrill goes through you. There’s something sensual about him savoring every last drop of you, as if you are a delicious banquet for him.
“I can taste what Afton injected you with.”
You frown. “You can? Is that safe?”
“It’s…” His voice trails off. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my existence.”
“Oh,” you exclaim. You’re not sure how else to respond. Your neck is tingling, and truth be told, you’re throbbing and tingling a bit elsewhere as well. The vampire’s lips are still very near your own. His hand is still supporting your shoulder.
“It makes me wonder. Maybe physical things can be transported back and forth. Not just your mind.” His hand relaxes and you watch as he produces a key tucked under his shirt sleeve, unfastening the padlock around his neck and pressing it into your palm. “Try to take this back. An experiment of our own.”
“Okay.” You feel yourself growing drowsy, your eyelids drooping and the vampire grabs you again. “It’s wearing off. The injection. I can feel it…”
“Fuck. Because I drank from you. Shortened the duration.”
“Yog…” You touch his cheek. It’s peaceful, the return trip. Soothing, like being on a boat in the middle of the ocean. It reminds you of fishing trips with your grandfather when you were younger. Rocking on the waves. Back and forth. The setting sun lighting the sea on fire. Pink clouds like cotton candy. The scent of salt.
“Hold onto it tightly. I’ll see you when you get back. Be safe.” His hand curls over yours, tucking the pendant inside more tightly.
Back and forth. You lean forward and sway back slightly. Again. Your lips brush the vampire’s. Ichor eyes watch as you fade away.
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Just One Exception [pt.1]
In which you never really bothered to get to know Nishimura Riki. As a matter of fact, he wasn't someone you ever paid attention to. Until your class had to start planning the fundraiser fair and you both were grouped together. Even then your feelings towards him were neutral...but he seemed to have some strong feelings towards you. Where could this new situation lead?
heads-up: This is pt.1 of the story and I wouldn't say there is much progress in the situation between the reader and Ni-ki...I personally think that. I'm planning on making pt.2 more interesting ya'll so please bear with me. This was just something fun that I had started so don't expect much!!! Also, this was definitely not proofread so sorry for any typos/grammar mistakes
warnings: may not seem like it towards the end but I'm planning on making it a slow-burn, minimal cusswords, female reader, extroverted/clueless reader??, let me know if there is anything else!
wc: 2,374
You quickly slipped into your shoes and glanced over at your phone placed right besides you.
"Shoot I'm going to be late."
"______ make sure to grab some pancakes before you leave"
"No time Mom, I'm running behind, see you later!"
Nothing like being late on my first day.
It was your last first day of high school, you were now officially a senior. A really irresponsible senior at that. It was tough for you to keep up with deadlines and it wasn't anything new if you forgot a big project was due until the night before. These habits may be the very reason why you slept right through your alarm this morning.
You quickly ran to the bus stop at the end of your street. But of course with the luck you had, by the time you arrived, the bus was long gone.
"Great now I have to wa-"
You were quickly cut off by the sound of a motor coming up the road. Turning around, you spotted what appeared to be a teenage boy on a motorcycle. You eyed the boy as he passed you and you swore you saw his face grimace as he looked over at you. Quickly realizing he was a student in your class you start to walk in the direction of the school.
Was that Nicholas? Or was it Nick? Nicky?
You pulled out your phone and looked at your class roster. He was easy to find with everyone's pictures being placed right beside their names.
Nishimura Riki.
"Oh that's his name. He's kind of cute."
Not paying too much attention to your phone anymore you shifted your focus to the two miles of road between you and your school.
"Well isn't this wonderful. I should've asked that guy Nicho- I mean Riki for a ride."
You groaned and continued your journey.
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"Uh ______ it looks like you've been to hell and back."
You were now slumped over your desk after apologizing to your teacher for showing up to first period thirty minutes late, a couple of giggles were shared throughout the room at your chaotic state.
Shifting your body towards your friend Liz, you pout.
"I don't even want to talk about it. I'm already starting off my senior year on the wrong foot."
Liz offers you a smile as she pushes the strands of hair stuck to your forehead away.
"Don't worry, I'm sure everything will turn out great. We still have all day to go through."
Trying your best to have a positive attitude, you turn to face the front. All while not missing Riki staring at you before he turns around to face the front as well. He displayed the same facial expression as earlier this morning.
Weird.
Not paying much mind to your classmate you began to tune into the lesson.
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"Alright class listen up! As most of you know the senior class is responsible for coming up with the money to fund their grad night. You guys will have to figure out how you plan on raising money on your own. I'll be heading to the office for the next hour and leave you all to come up with some ideas. Liz, as class president I assume you will be leading the class in this?"
You perk your head up and look over at Liz who was now making her way to the front of the classroom.
"Yes, Mr. Park! The class already has a general idea of what we're doing so it's just a matter of assigning roles."
"Great I'll leave you be now."
The teacher walked out of the classroom and the class now shifted their focus on Liz.
"Okay, guys I sent out an email last week about what event we should have to raise money and more than 60 percent of the class voted for a fair. So that's what we'll be doing. I took it upon myself to make the groups so I'll be calling out your name and your job."
Liz winked at you, a clear signal to lay your head on the desk and close your eyes. You knew she’d tell you your task once everyone settled down, and you had no doubt she would assign you to her group.
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"What? Why would you not put me in your group? I thought we were best friends."
Liz had just broken the awful news to you after awakening you from your short nap.
"_______ let's face it. My job is very intricate and you're not exactly known for your organization skills or attention to detail."
Liz was right, but that didn't stop you from showing her a little attitude.
"Fine. Who is in my group then? And what am I even doing?"
"Simple. Come up with a game to present at the fair."
"You're right that isn't too bad. Wait you still haven't to-".
A voice from behind interrupted you.
"Hey Liz. I was looking for ______. Do you happen to know where she is?"
What's up with this guy and his habit of interrupting you?
"Oh my goodness, are you Nishimura?"
Ni-ki's grin falters as he turns to face you. Liz starts to look at the both of you interchangeably.
"Do you guys already know each other? And Ni-ki since when have you ever gone by the name Nishimura?"
Ni-ki composes himself and begins to speak to Liz with a soft voice and a slight smile shown on his face.
"Last time I recall, never. And no we do not know each other. Or I at least don't know her."
Ni-ki's finger points to you and you could've sworn you saw him scowl at you.
"Oh! Then don't mind my friend too much. She's known for her extroverted personality and lack of situational awareness."
You slap Liz lightly.
"Don't embarrass me in front of my new friend Liz!"
Ni-ki scoffs and looks away.
Liz and you awkwardly stare at each other for a few seconds before she breaks the silence.
"Well then, Ni-ki and ______ you guys should meet after school today to brainstorm entertainment ideas for the fair. I need to hear your pitch by Wednesday to get it approved by the fundraising committee."
Still looking at Ni-ki you hear the bell ring, indicating that it was passing period.
"You both have math next so walk together while talking about your plans. See you later ______!"
Liz collects her things and heads right out the door after giving you a quick hug. Ni-ki turns to face you finally.
"Nishimura are you ready?"
Not wanting to seem bothered by your nickname for him he throws his backpack over his shoulder while speaking.
"Yeah, sure. Let's go."
"Okay wait for me I need to grab my thi-"
Before you even finish stuffing your things into your bag, Ni-ki is already walking away.
You're fast to run right after him while continuing to place loose papers into your folders.
"Hey! Wait up. I can't keep up with those long legs of yours."
Ni-ki doesn't face you but he does slow down his pace.
After a short while, you find yourself walking beside him. You watch how he interacts with others, smiling and exchanging friendly high-fives with his friends. His demeanor with them is completely different from how he is with you.
It makes you a bit sad. You barely even know the guy and it seems like he has something against you.
Oh yeah, I barely even know the guy. I shouldn't let him bother me.
"So is it okay if we meet up at the benches under the oak tree after school? We can come up with ideas there."
Ni-ki ponders for a moment before he answers.
"That should be fine but let's not take too long. I don't really plan on missing any more than thirty minutes of hockey practice today."
"You play hockey? That's so cool! I love it. I used to watch it all the time with my dad, then things happened and I couldn't watch it like before. But recently I started to get interested again an-."
You're stopped in your tracks and stumble backwards.
Ni-ki had grabbed you by the collar to prevent you from going any further.
"We're here."
Ni-ki looks at you blankly and lets go of your collar to enter the classroom.
He couldn't have told me to stop like a normal person? This guy couldn't get any more weird.
Both of you take your seats. He's up at the front again with you two rows behind him. It's hard not to stare at him. Even though you would never say it out loud because of the way he's been treating you, you have to admit that he is attractive.
I think I love his hair the most. Or is it his eyes? Maybe it's hi- I can't believe I'm doing this right now. Why do I have to be such a sucker for pretty faces?
You unconsciously slam your head on your desk leaving a stinging feeling on your forehead.
"Ouch."
You look up to see if anyone had noticed and luckily for you, no one did. All you see is Ni-ki laughing with the girl sitting next to him.
Why does he have to be nice to everyone but me? And why am I letting it bother me so much?
--------------------------------------------------------------School was now over and you sat patiently under the tree Ni-ki and you agreed to meet at. You sat there picking at the end of your skirt while listening to the music playing through your headphones.
Perhaps that's why you didn't hear the footsteps approaching you from behind. And why you were surprised to feel a large hand patting your shoulder.
"AHH-"
The hand that was once placed on your shoulder swiftly made its way to cover your mouth.
"Keep it down will you? You're acting as if I'm going to kill you out in broad daylight."
Ni-ki releases his hand from your mouth and wipes it on his pants. You clear your throat and try to hide your embarrassment by coming up with a response to his previous comment.
"So what you're saying is you're planning on killing me at night?"
"I'd rather not be with you at night."
"Okay Mr. Moody Pants what's got your pants in a twist?"
"Let's just start."
Ni-ki sits across from you and opens his laptop. He clicks on the spreadsheet shared with the groups tasked with coming up with the fair games.
"It looks like most groups have already claimed the traditional and easy games."
Ni-ki looks up at you only to see you with your hand held up high, while the other rests on your hip.
"Look no further Nishimura! I've already come up with the perfect game."
Ni-ki raises an eyebrow and slowly closes his laptop.
"Go on."
"Have you ever watched the Kissing Booth?"
"We are not doing that."
"Oh come on! Don't be lame. It would be super duper cute."
"Why do you think that would ever get approved? We aren't in a movie. This is real life ______."
"You heard Mr. Park earlier. He said we were responsible for fundraising the money ourselves. Plus it's not like the adminstration has ever cared much about anything we do."
Ni-ki hates the fact that you have a point. He doesn't want to give in easily. But time is ticking and he wants to get to practice quick.
"Fine we'll do it."
"Awesome! As a Kissing Booth enthusiast, Liz will definitely be on board and convince the rest of the committee to agree."
Ni-ki notices the way your eyes glisten and the big smile on your face. He almost smiles at the way you tuck your hair back and rest your head on your hands. Almost.
"Yeah I guess she will."
"Can we meet up this Friday to start planning out what materials we're going to need for the booth? I can meet up anywhere you find easiest."
"Give me your number."
Phone in hand, Ni-ki extends his hand over the table towards you.
"Huh?"
The hands on your cheeks allow you to feel the warmth spread around your face and you know that they're tinting pink.
"Give me your number so I can easily contact you?"
Ni-ki looks at you dumbfounded.
"You didn't actually think I was hitting on you, right?"
If your face wasn't red before, it sure was now.
"Ofcourse not! I was just thi- you know what here."
Punching in your phone number you try to control your heavy breathing.
I must've really lost my mind. I'm going insane.
Ni-ki stares at you with an amused look on his face as you hand him back his phone.
"I'm sorry as much as I'm flattered by your interest in me, I could never like someone like you."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
You are in absolute shock by his words.
"Dude I don't even know you! What's your problem with me? I've literally done nothing to you and you're over here being a prick towards me while acting like a fucking prince to everyone else."
Ni-ki sneers.
"You know what you did ______. If anything you're the one being a bitch towards me. Acting as if you don't know me or what you did!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Forget it."
Before you can utter another word, Ni-ki is already running away.
He's a nutcase if he thinks this is over.
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"Get your head in the game Ni-ki! Our next match is this upcoming Friday and we can't have any more fuck ups from you after last season."
Ni-ki groans. This practice has been rough on him, especially after the event that had unfolded just thirty minutes before.
How could you forget what you did to him so easily?
Yes, lingering over the past may be petty of him, but he can't help it. He doesn't know why he can't let go. Is it possible he could still have....
No there's absolutely no way. Not after what she did.
Just a couple months before he saw you opening up your locker. He awaited eagerly to see your reaction to the Valentine's letter he had placed there for you. This was his first step towards getting you to notice him. He knew you didn't know of him because of the lack in the amount of classes you had together and because of how scared he was to come up to you.
His friends said that this approach would be better.
Or so he thought.
He was quickly crushed by the laughter leaving your lips. He saw as you called your friends over to look at the letter. It didn't take long for them to start laughing along with you.
Ni-ki was absolutely devastated. He had a crush on you since the beginning of high school. This very outcome was the reason why he had taken so long to profess his love in the first place. And here you were making a complete fool out of him.
After weeks of being depressed Ni-ki started to feel anger. Anger at you. It didn't help that he wasn't one to handle his feelings well.
But soon summer came around and Ni-ki thought that he had finally gotten over you. If avoiding you at every possible cost is considered getting over someone.
Still, when he saw you at the bus stop talking to yourself earlier this morning, his heart had stopped. All those lingering emotions came flooding back to him. Anger, hatred, love...
Niki's flashback abruptly ended when one of his teammates called out to him.
"Hey Ni-ki! Some chick is staring at you from over there at the bleachers."
He looks over and spots you with a smug look on your face.
He sees you mouth the word "Hi" while slowly waving at him. He continues to watch as you lean back and make yourself comfortable.
His heart started pounding and he was scared that others would be able to hear it.
How could she be so pretty but so conceited at the same time?
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Baked with Love
Summary: Hajime Umemiya frequently visits a local bakery where Y/N, a sweet and caring worker, has captured his heart. Despite his nervousness, Hajime continually finds excuses to see her, often bringing friends who know his true intentions.
Warnings: None
Note: Hi, I started watching the new anime called Windbreaker, so I'm going to be writing for some of these cuties.
The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as Hajime Umemiya pushed it open, the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafting out to greet him. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet aroma that never failed to lift his spirits. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the bakery was a stark contrast to the bustling streets outside. Soft music played in the background, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air.
“Man, this place really does have the best treats,” Hajime said, a little too enthusiastically, as he ushered his friends inside. They exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, familiar with the real reason for his frequent visits.
You stood behind the counter, your eyes lighting up as you saw Hajime enter. “Good morning, Hajime! It’s great to see you again,” you greeted warmly, your smile as sweet as the confections you sold.
Hajime’s heart skipped a beat at your words, and he felt a blush creeping up his neck. “Morning, Y/N. Got any new treats today?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
“We do! We just started making these new strawberry tarts. Would you like to try one?” You held up a perfectly golden tart, the strawberries glistening under the soft lights.
“Absolutely! I’ll take one. And, um, the usual for my friends,” Hajime said, his eyes never leaving yours.
As you prepared their order, Hajime couldn’t help but admire the way you moved, so graceful and focused. The way your hands worked, deftly and efficiently, made his heart swell with admiration. He wondered how someone could be so perfect, so effortlessly kind and beautiful.
“You know,” his friend Suo said, nudging him with an elbow, “you should just ask her out already. It’s obvious you like her.”
Hajime shot him a panicked look. “Shh, not so loud!” he whispered urgently. “She’ll hear you!”
Suo chuckled. “Honestly, I think she already knows. Everyone does.”
You returned with their order, setting the tray on the counter with a smile. “Here you go! One strawberry tart for you, Hajime, and the usual for your friends. I hope you all enjoy it.”
“Thanks, Y/N. I’m sure we will,” Hajime replied, his voice softer now. He handed you the money, and as your fingers brushed briefly, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him.
As they settled at a table near the window, Hajime took a bite of the tart. The sweet and tangy flavor of the strawberries, perfectly balanced by the flaky crust, was a delight. But even more delightful was watching you as you interacted with other customers, your cheerful demeanor never fading.
“Man, you’ve got it bad,” Haruka teased, biting into his own pastry.
Hajime sighed, his eyes still on you. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
The sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the bakery. The combination of sunlight, the smell of freshly baked goods, and your presence made the place feel magical. Hajime knew he couldn’t keep coming here with the same excuse forever. He needed to muster the courage to ask you out, to see if there was a chance you felt the same way about him.
As they were getting ready to leave, Hajime lingered by the counter, waiting for a moment when you weren’t busy. Finally, you turned to him with that same sweet smile.
“Is there something else you need, Hajime?”
He swallowed nervously, his heart pounding. “Actually, Y/N, there is. I was wondering if… maybe you’d like to go out with me sometime? Like, not just here, but… somewhere else?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and then a radiant smile spread across your face. “I’d love that, Hajime.”
His heart soared, and he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. “Really? That’s… that’s awesome. How about this Saturday?”
“Saturday sounds perfect,” you replied, your cheeks tinged with a soft blush.
“Great! I’ll see you then,” Hajime said, grinning from ear to ear.
As he left the bakery, his friends congratulating him and patting him on the back, Hajime felt like he was walking on air.
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What kind of dates do you think Harry and Ginny go on? I think they are super fun-loving thrill seekers. Harry was denied so many happy experiences when he was younger and I bet Ginny fantasized about all the things she would do when she was older and had money and finally some freedom. So, I think they are super fun and they travel a lot. Basically act like two big kids even when they are 35 or 45. They do things like order every dessert item on a restaurant's menu. They do dumb challenges like try every cereal and rank them from best to worst. Make a list of every single theme park and all the best rides and try to experience every single one (they def took Teddy to Disney World and paid for the VIP treatment so he could eat with Mickey Mouse). They do bucket list things like spend Christmas in NYC (Harry loves it because the muggles are distant and rude and that's totally his vibe) and spend New Years on Sydney Harbour watching the fireworks on the beach (one of Ginny's fave ever memories). When the kids have birthdays they are the aunt and uncle that rent the bouncy castle and water slide and rent a fckn pony for the kids to ride. They are FUN. For Christmas they do a build the nicest gingerbread house challenge with the kids and its super competitive. One time Ginny shows up at Hogwarts and says there is an emergency and the kids need to go with her and they are like wtf and then they meet Harry in Hogsmeade and take a portkey to Coney Island (Hermione is so furious and yells at H/G over this because it's SO childish and irresponsible - Ron is like please don't tell her I went with you she thought I was at work).
It was a difficult undertaking to plan a date night when your boyfriend happened to be the most famous wizard in the entire world. Everywhere they went, the press was sure to follow. And if not the press, then someone would try to tell Harry how amazing he was and ask for an autograph. Either way, if they spent too long in public, Harry would get spotted, and his mood would turn sour.
There was always the Leaky Cauldron—Hannah would ensure they had a private booth. But the Leaky was crowded and noisy and they spend so much time hanging out with friends there it didn't really feel like a date night location.
There were always weekend getaways to Romania to the Dragon Reserve to see Charlie or France with Bill and Fleur. But family trips, while fun, were not romantic.
They'd head out to Muggle London, go to the zoo, and once Harry took her to the movies. But if she was honest, Ginny didn’t understand the hype and much preferred reading her books or listening to stories on the wireless.
Or they’d go out with Hermione and Ron, but again—a date that included brothers was automatically not romantic.
Then there was coordinating their busy schedules. When Ginny didn’t have a game, she was usually training, and now that she was on the national team as well as the Harpies, her schedule was even more hectic.
Harry, of course, was busy not just with Auror training but also various committees to reform the Ministry. He always did his best to spend a day or two a week with Teddy—even if it was just a quick mealtime hello.
That’s why their best dates tended to be quiet ones at home. Just the two of them in the safe sanctuary they had built together. Away from public eyes, dark magic, and intrusive press. They’d play music records—a mix of wizard and Muggle music. Do silly dances while they cooked. Sometimes dinner turned out well, and sometimes they ended up walking to the nearby village to get takeaway when it turned into a disaster. But they had been living together for a couple of years, and Ginny was confident that their cooking was improving.
They’d share a bottle of wine and start a fire. Afterwards, Harry would look at her and ask if she wanted to fly.
She always said yes.
And in the cover of darkness, they’d fly. And they’d be free. It was wonderful—to reach out and touch the stars and have the love of your life hold your hand in return.
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Hey Nerdie!! Doing some Pedro Scout duties this weekend and I wanna know:
which Pedro Boy is your favorite to write/read for?
Have a great weekend!
xoxo
Me at how long this ask took, not only because I’ve been busy but also because this is such a complex question! 😭😭😭 Well for me anyway. Most people can give a simple answer 😆 Not Nerdie.
As far as reading for Pedro boys, I enjoy reading about all the Pedro boys, except Maxwell Lord. He gives me the ick. Everyone else I'll read in droves. I will say.... and don't tell the others, I may have three that I both enjoy reading and writing about:
Dieter Bravo - The crazy little trash panda who may indulge in drugs, booze, and mindless sex from times to times. Also has lots of crocs and robes. Because he's into so many things and people you can write him however you like. Weird? Sure!, Wild, of course!, Sad, yes! Artsy! Of course! All sorts of things. Dieter can be all the things you want and might need, he wants to be everywhere and no where at the same time. Confusing? Yes, but Dieter's a mystery that's a hell of a fun time to try and solve. 🤗
Din Djarin - The Mandalorian in all his Beskar clad glory. Stoic, yet his compassion runs deep, Din is perfect for those who want a soft touch or not. No kink shaming here - I myself may have written about that cool beskar against the skin. But Din is also a loving father and loyal friend which are wonder themes to be explored. He also is just a badass bounty hunter rolling around the galaxy earning credits. Many things. Many things for the lovely Din. 🥹
Frankie Morales - The most grounded in reality, a veteran just trying to make it work in both in life and over the fucking Andes! A pilot with a heart of gold, a filthy mouth that does wonderful things and gives us so, so so much to work with and curls that have your fingers wanting to twirl. He might be a bit too easily talked into things, but that's fine. Most of our fics (or mine) may have Frankie talking the reader into things or vice versa but don't be fooled. Our pilot can sweet us but also be stern and have a firm hand, just because. Sometime's Frankie may have an issue with drugs, other times he's a single father. @avastrasposts has a cowboy Frankie and I for one would like to see some chaps on the man. 👀
Special mentions:
A. Marcus Pike - The first Pedro character I wrote for. He is soft, not quite as soft as Dieter or one other character to be mentioned. But he loves food, music, basketball and love. So sweet, also looks great in flannel and jeans with his gun. Also the leather jacket. 🖤
B. Javier Peña - He grew on me. I wasn't always a huge Peña fan, but now that I've been writing him again, all he wanted to love on a special someone. And to fight crime, but we saw all that in Narcos. I enjoy Javi P smut, but even more than that, I like the soft Javi different writers give us like @javierpena-inatacvest and @undercoverpena The man's seen a lot of death, violence and darkness. Let him cuddle a bit after a stiff drink or with something else stiff. 😆 (Nerdie is horrible for that joke)
C. Javier Gutierrez - Tied with Dieter for the softest Pedro boy (in my opinion) but with a bit of a temper. Javi G is a teddy bear, cuddler, movie marathons, vacations and maybe secret room vibes. What's in that room is up to you. But those golden waves will forever say summer, warm vibes and an excellent shirt collection. Also random massages - I dunno why but I just see it (for all readers). Javi G will rub sunscreen, oil or whatever else you want him to on you. Just ask nicely or not, maybe he's into it in your fic. Other times Javi might be telling you what to do because he's got the money honey. Don't look a golden bear in his mustache too close unless you're gonna work hard for that marmalade. (I will not apologize to Javi G for the Paddington references. I enjoyed myself too much 🍯 He would want me to smile to stay bonita.)
D. Pero Tovar - He's grumpy, filthy, sore, hungry, looking at his friend William like he's insane because he is and just wants to get paid so he can get the hell out of here. Pero is an entire mood. Does all of it apply? No, mainly because we're not in the 11th century and thankfully I'm not friends with ponytail clad William. Pero in his time or ours, usually is still pretty grumpy, sometimes downgraded to annoyed or surly, but usually a man of few words and a scar over his left eye. It's fun to have him annoyed and have him maybe annoy people with his gruff personality. He makes me giggle.
Thank you so much for this ask and sorry again that it's late. I had a lot to say about each main man and the side ones. But they're not really on the side, more like side by side? Anyway,
Love Nerdie 💖
#Nerdie’s ask box#the long asks#it’s a great question#but I always feel so torn#fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#it’s not even that serious#but we’re serious about fanfics#except when we’re not 🤣
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A warning to new Tumblr Users
If you have a profile picture that is a winsome lady wearing insufficient clothing for the time of year, and have no posts or bio, I am probably going to report your blog for being spam and block you.
I apologise to all you bikini-loving ladies out there, but my blog is beset by an influx of robotic floozies, which is surely a thing you’re hearing from many people (or not, since you’re new to Tumblr).
This technically also applies to default profile pictures, but then I don’t get to say “influx of robotic floozies“, and where’s the fun in that?
#tumblr#tumblr and bots that have uncertain purposes#surely someone's trying to make money with these but HOW
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