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archangeldyke-all · 10 months ago

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riding plug sev in her car 😍😍🫠

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PLEASE listen to this song it's sooooo plug sevika coded omg...

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"shit, it's pouring." sevika curses.

you're driving home from a late night movie, and the drizzle that started as you left the theater is now a torrential downpour.

"might be safest to just pull over and park until the storm rolls over, babe." you suggest.

sevika nods and throws her blinker on, pulling into a nearby park.

for a few minutes, the two of you sit, waiting for the rain to slow. but, after a while, it becomes clear that the storm's got nowhere to be.

you don't mind. the pair of you have nowhere to be either.

sevika sighs as she reclines in her seat, wordlessly pulling open her center console to grab a pre-roll-- always looking for a minute to slow down and smoke with you.

you giggle, flicking the headlights and wipers off, turning the radio up a bit, then holding your hands around the lighter to keep the a/c from blowing the joint out as your girl lights it.

"did you like the movie?" you ask with a fond smile.

sevika grins around the joint.

it was some obscure sci-fi flick, you had no idea what was going on half the time, but sevika had read the books that went along with the movie earlier in the year, and she'd been talking non-stop about it since. you spent most of the movie just watching your girlfriend wiggle in her seat as she nerded out.

"it was amazing. the casting choices were ridiculous, but the soundtrack was incredible, and the special effects were amazing! the scene where commander gorzo gets infected with the virus was so gory and nasty-- that black goo they used was just like in the book, it was perfect!"

you smile. "you're fucking adorable."

sevika blushes, hands you the joint, and tries to hide her pretty smile behind her hand.

you laugh and take a hit, before unbuckling your seat belt and reaching across the console to grab her shoulder. "take this." you say, handing her the joint.

sevika puts the joint in her mouth, takes a long hit, and then chokes in surprise when you crawl into her lap, straddling her legs.

"wha?" she asks through a cough.

you smile, let her catch her breath, then lean forward and press your mouth to hers. sevika melts into her seat and her free hand reaches out to wrap around your waist.

you pull away to gasp for air, and sevika blinks up at you with big, sparkly eyes. "what was that for?" she asks, her thumb sliding under your shirt to rub circles in your hips. you giggle.

"it's really cute seeing you be all nerdy. i was so convinced you were all cool and suave all the time-- but now i know better." you tease. sevika huffs and leans forward to bury her face in your tits.

"shut up."

"no, babe, i love it. i love you. love that i get to see you all sweet and excited."

sevika doesn't respond. she just reaches up and pushes the joint into your mouth to get you to shut up. you giggle, scratching her scalp where her head rests against your chest.

for a few minutes, you just cuddle like that, passing the joint back and forth and becoming more and more relaxed as the weed, the sound of the rain, and the low music on the radio lull you and sevika into a hazy state of relaxation.

then, sevika bursts into giggles.

"what?" you ask. sevika just continues to laugh, grinning up at you. "what's so funny, baby?"

"i just remembered..." she leans forward a bit, her grip on your waist tightening to keep you upright as she fumbles around in the glove box.

"what're you looking for? snacks?"

"this." sevika cackles as she hands you her treasure. you burst into laughter when sevika shows you the little silky pouch that you use to store your dildos when you're traveling.

"when'd you stash this in here?!" you ask, opening the bag with a snort and pulling out the harness and cock.

"few weeks ago." she says with a giggle.

"you're a genius." you laugh, kissing sevika's cheek.

it takes a while for the two of you to untangle enough for sevika to get the harness on, constant giggle fits breaking out between the pair of you, but eventually you figure it out, hiking your skirt up and sliding your panties to the side before you sink down on sevika.

you both sigh in relief as you adjust to the stretch of her. sevika's kissing up and down your neck, fiddling with your bra clasps under your shirt as she patiently waits for you. "you feel so good." sevika sighs.

you chuckle. "not as good as you." you sigh. sevika snorts, smacks your ass, then reaches into the center console again, pulling out another joint. you burst into giggles.

"go ahead 'n ride me baby, i'm just gonna smoke and enjoy the view." sevika sighs as she sits back in her seat, sparking up.

fuck, there's the cool sevika you were talking about earlier. her eyes are dark and predatory as she waits for you to follow her instructions, and you shiver as you start to grind slowly on her lap.

"there you go, baby." she sighs, smiling. "fuck, take your shirt off i wanna see your tits." you scramble to follow her directions, flinging your shirt into the back seat and your bra on the dashboard. sevika groans when you're revealed to her, the cherry of her joint illuminating you in a red-gold glow.

she reaches out with her free hand to pinch your nipples and you huff, smacking her hands away. she smirks. "adorable."

"sevika." you moan as you start to pick your pace up a bit, bouncing on her lap. she holds the joint to your lips, lets you take a quick hit before pulling it away.

"there you go, love. just feel good for me. love watchin' you like this-- fuck, you're so pretty when you're stuffed full'a my cock." she sighs.

you duck forward and press your lips to sevika's in a sloppy kiss, shutting her up before her words make you cum two minutes into getting her inside of you. it's a sticky, drooly mess-- your lip gloss and spit making sevika's chin shiny whne you pull away.

her eyes cross a bit as she watches a string of spit stretch between your lower lips, and she claws at your ass when it finally breaks and lands on your tits. "you're so fuckin' hot." sevika growls, ducking forward to start sucking a hickey into your throat. she's abandoned the joint, letting it smoke out in the cupholder beside her. "can't believe you're mine. 'm so fuckin' lucky-- can't believe you watched that whole movie with me babe, it was like four hours." sevika chuckles.

you giggle and tug her hair. "i'd do a whole lot more for you, baby." you say. sevika shivers, and you tug her hair a little more. "y'know that right?"

"fuck, yes." sev whines against your throat. "fuck. you're soaking my pants, baby, look." sevika grabs your wrist and drags your hand down to her pants, where you're soaking the base of her cock and the fabric beneath it. you whimper.

"s-sorry."

"don't be fuckin' sorry, i love it. wish i could wear your cum in public, baby-- show everybody you're mine all the time."

you gasp, your thighs starting to shake. sevika takes over for you, both her hands on your ass, pulling you up and down on her cock.

the squelching noise of your cunt starts to drown out the rain and music, your squeaks and moans getting louder and louder as sevika sinks further down in her seat, props one foot up on the dash, and starts fucking into you from underneath you.

"sevika!" you scream. "sevika, shit, there, baby, there!" you cry.

"fuck, baby, cum on my dick, give it to me, baby, give it to me." she spits on two of her fingers and starts rubbing your clit in harsh little circles as you start to fall apart on top of her.

"se-sevika!" you cry. "i'm gonna--"

"fucking cum." sevika growls as you squirt on her dick, soaking her lap completely. "fuck, baby, just like that, there you go baby, my perfect fuckin' girl--"

"s-sev." you sob.

sevika pulls you forward with a hand on your jaw, shoving her tongue down your throat as you gasp for air. "fuckin' love you." she whispers against your lips. "love you so much, baby, fuck, you taste like strawberries."

this makes you giggle. "'s my lipgloss."

"fuckin' love it. bet your pussy tastes like strawberries too. gonna let me try?" she asks, smacking your ass. you laugh.

"maybe when we get home."

"mmm. but it's still raining and we won't be home forever..." sevika pouts. you just reach out blindly for the joint in the cupholder, shoving it in your girlfriend's chest as you try to catch your breath.

"fuckin'-- suck on this for now." you sigh.

sevika laughs so hard she snorts.

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okkotsuus · 4 months ago

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"WE HUG NOW" ー taro sakamoto 🪽

features: taro sakamoto (sakamoto days)

contents: assassin!reader, one-sided pining, angst, heartbreak, implied trauma, injuries, depictions of wounds, mentions of blood, very mild gore warning, kind of implied self-harm/self-destructive behavior, tailing, insecurity, songfic, 1.9k words.

notes: this actually came to me in a dream and then i had a batshit crazy one after, oh and i'm still reading the manga so no spoilers pls... blaming @17020 because mimi got me into sakadays and now i'm a little hooked.

taro sakamoto was the world's legendary assassin, he was the best at everything there was: like some sort of god amongst men. everyone loved him, and if they didn't love him: they feared him.

no one was ever fully able to reach him, or even keep up with him. no one except nagumo, rion, and you.

if sakamoto was placed on a mission, even if it was solo, somehow you were always 'in the area.' whether it be okinawa or shibuya: you just happened to be there.

at first, taro thought nothing of it. you were his friend, and you always managed to make any hit run smoother with that sharp wit you were requested for. it was mutualism, scratch sakamoto's back and he'll scract yours.

eventually, it began to grow into something more.

neither of you noticed it; and if you did, you kept quiet about it.

little things began to happen, things like sakamoto keeping a change of clothes for you in his go-bag. or having your preferred mm of ammunition to go with your favorite gun.

the two of you existed in this weird sort-of in between space.

you weren't lovers; but you were certainly more than friends.

only you knew the code to get into his gun safe, and only he knew how to get past the security system outside your apartment.

assassins don't let people in.

it's an unspoken rule of the job.

one you broke.

it all happened one night, when you and taro were both scraped up from a rough mission to assassinate the head of the yamaguchi family.

wordlessly, you were both splayed over a motel bed, not even under the sheets as both of your eyes remained locked onto the swirling ceiling fan.

"why did you let that one grunt get a shot on you, y/n? you're better than that." his voice rumbled, tone non-commitant despite the obvious lacing of worry in his words.

sakamoto has always cared about those dear to him, maybe more than he should.

he always had let rion talk about anything that interested her, played along with nagumo's tricks. he was a good man, assassin or not.

so, when you don't answer, his head lolls to the side to see if you had even heard him in the first place. and brown eyes widen, just barely perceptibly at the hollow stare e/c irises give him.

"i always let myself get hurt on a hit. it's how i atone for the lives i take."

the words echo between the two of you, they make silver brows furrow and thin lips draw flat.

he doesn't speak, so you look away, head turning to make interest of the chipping paint on the smoke-stained walls.

a grazing of fingertips over the torn fabric of your jeans sends your body moving before you can even think. cheap lobby pen pressed against sakamoto's carotid as your weight pins his hips down to the shitty matress below.

taro doesn't even move, not trying to shove you away. he just lays there, limp boned and pliant.

lithe fingers find themselves in the skin on the side of your thigh with an audible squelch. it hurts, feeling him root around in your flesh: but any assassin could take a little pain. his intrusion into your wound is gone as he pulls a 9mm luger from you and tosses it haphazardly onto the carpet.

you don't know what to think, what to do. so you remain atop his form, ballpoint still just barely poking at the skin beneath his jaw. you can see the way his pulse makes the pen dig deeper before it falls once more.

and he's just letting you do all this.

not a single muscle in his body has made any move to resist you.

when he so easily could.

it has your brows raising back to normal, e/c eyes rounding in curiosity.

sakamoto wipes his bloodied fingers on his shirt before tearing the hem of it to wrap it around your thigh, tying it off in a messy knot.

your makeshift weapon fall from your fingers, "why are you doing this, taro?" he hums, fingers drumming against the shitty box spring you have him against.

"you shouldn't hurt yourself, it's not good." he drawls, eyes finally finding your own as he stared up at you in a way that sends your stomach twisting. "can't let the world think my partner's getting weak."

god, you know he doesn't mean it that way.

he means it because you two work together, because he lets you tag along on his missions.

but some selfish, foolish part of you eats it up: the definition you want it to have, that the two of you are really something more.

dumbly, you nod, sitting back and rolling off of him.

"okay, i won't." he's satisfied, turning onto his side with a grunt, broad back facing you.

within a few minutes, he's softly snoring, as if he hadn't just sent your carefully constructed world toppling asunder.

you don't sleep that night.

or many others, for that matter.

all you want is to think he meant that the way you thought he did, even though you know it is the furthest thing from the truth.

assassins don't fall in love.

it seems like you're a pretty shitty one, then.

nothing ever changes, a part of you so deeply repressed is too scared to be the one jumping into the unknown.

that awkward space you had always been in with sakamoto remains. too far to be just friends, but just too far from being lovers.

he makes it hard. unbearably so.

taro is a kind man: he remembers anything you tell him, he keeps his apartment stocked with your snacks, he doesn't let you leave on a mission without saying goodbye (once you forgot and he showed up on the roof of your car).

then, one day, he goes on a mission while you were stuck in a stealth operative on the northern coast. normally, he finishes a hit quick and comes by your apartment after with some shitty takeout and MREs: which he seems to prefer, for whatever unknowable reason.

but, this time, you have to find him.

he's not at his place, not at the JAA, not with nagumo.

you worry about him, for possibly the first time in the years you had known each other. sakamoto is japan's best, everyone had some sort of interest in having him gone. no one had succeeded; hell, no one had gotten close.

what if today they did?

the thought has an indescribable ache burning under your ribs.

it punch in his code and lock the door behind yourself, sat on his couch, and felt tears burn at your eyes for the first time in god knows how long.

he comes home at around 1:32am, doesn't even acknowledge your presence as he shrugs off his coat; even though you know he can see you. his hands are empty, except for a convenience store bag.

sakamoto doesn't eat anything other than MREs, unless it's the fancy dinner provided at order meetings. he certainly doesn't eat junk food and snacks.

"you hungry, taro?" the words come out more fragile than you intend, but he doesn't speak on it. the man shakes his head, holding up his bag as he comes to sit on the couch next to you, tearing into a wafer bar and crunching at it.

it's upsetting, how he won't even look at you, how he doesn't even dignify answering you with words.

"i thought you hated pre-packaged foods..," you mumble, brows furrowing. he pauses for the briefest moment, mid-bite. "the girl at the register said they were good," he speaks.

oh.

that's a weird feeling. one you don't think you've ever quite felt from something sakamoto has said to you.

it goes away when he hands you a pack of your favorite chips from the bag. 'probably why he went in, in the first place,' you think, as if to soothe yourself.

even as you tear into them, there's a lingering sting in your nose, almost like burning.

it never quite fully goes away.

taro sakamoto rarely goes out for the sake of it, much less alone.

so why is he leaving in the middle of the day?

you catch him as you're coming back from a mission, his favorite MRE from the association and some chinese takeaway for yourself. he doesn't look at you, standing on a nearby rooftop and watching in a baffled curiosity.

in a selfish moment, you follow, out of sight.

and you see him meet a girl.

a girl who looked so normal, so soft. not a single bone in her body was dangerous, her gaze never hardened past annoyance. she was so utterly everything that you weren't.

because she wasn't an assassin.

at first, you're angry: furious, even.

you think he's so stupid, choosing a weak woman knowing exactly what happens to people in his line of work. how could he, when you had been standing there waiting for so long?

but when you see the gentleness in the way he touches her arm, like he knows he can break her and it's the last thing he would ever want: it's hard to stay angry.

because she's beautiful and kind and so gloriously normal.

you lose your food on some random roof as you leave. the wind friction from how fast you're moving has tears forming in your eyes, or maybe they were from something else.

sakamoto doesn't seek you out. he doesn't hunt you down when you go on a mission without saying goodbye first. he doesn't show up on your doorstep with food after his hits. he doesn't bandage your wounds when the guilt gets to you and you let your target land a blow.

it doesn't surprise you when he retires.

since he met her, it had only been a matter of time.

you don't plead with him like nagumo does, you don't accept all the offers people make you for his head, you don't ever try to find him: even though he makes it so painfully easy to.

how could you?

he was happy, surely. and you weren't selfish enough to risk ruining it.

sakamoto always got everything he wanted, whether it be fame, money, power, or even his eventual family life. while you got stuck with the weight of what could've been, of everything that you let slip between your fingers because you were just too damn scared.

to him, your friendship was just a small thing that happened in his past as a hitman. to you, when it ended: so did the world with it.

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tripleglitchwriting · 7 months ago

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Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

—---------------------

Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f��r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

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He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

#transformers g/t #transformers #g/t #tripleglitchwrites #jazzprowl #gn reader #transformers x reader #prowl x reader #jazz x reader

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louiseolivier · 5 months ago

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Fluffebruary: Moving in Together

Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary

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It was dark out and late, probably close to 10PM. All their friends and family had gone, leaving Buck and Tommy alone in their new home—a 90’s built split-level in a truly sickening shade of yellow. Unfortunately, painting the siding was low on the list of maintenance the house needed.

Buck had his stint in construction, and Tommy painstakingly renovated the Craftsman he recently sold for a small fortune, so a lot of it they could do themselves. What they wouldn’t fuck with was electrical, and the house needed a new A/C unit. Of course, it was the middle of July, and their choices were to wait a week for a crew to come out or pay what Buck considered grand larceny to bump their job up to priority. They stupidly chose the former.

Buck sat on the floor in front of the couch, keying in streaming passwords, and, WOW, was that a conversation he never thought he’d have.

“So, do we keep my Nexflix?”

“No. I’ve been with them since they were disc only.”

“Bu-but my recommendations.”

“Too bad.”

Tommy came in with the fan from their bedroom. “Oh, thank God!” Buck groaned and threw his head back, reveling in the blast of air as soon as Tommy turned it on. The doorbell rang, and he gave a punch of joy. The pizza had arrived. The first delivery to their home. Just in time, too, because Buck was ready to gnaw his arm off.

Tommy returned with the pies and unceremoniously plopped them onto Buck’s lap. He swung his leg over Buck’s shoulder and sat behind him on the couch. Buck handed Tommy the top pie, opened the one on his lap, and then they both closed their respective boxes and switched.

Buck hated onions, and Tommy hated green peppers, and both were sick of abstaining for the sake of the other. They could, and did once, order half and half, but it was impossible to not find a stray onion on Buck’s side or for the green peppers not to permeate the entire pie. Now, they each order their own. Which was no hardship, honestly.

They didn't keep their own Netflix accounts. Not at over $17 a month, they weren’t. They canceled and kept Tommy’s Hulu bundle and Buck’s Max account, but if they decided to resubscribe in the future, they would sign up with their email. The joint email their joint bills were sent, like the mortgage, gas, electric, and garbage. All the things Buck hadn’t had to deal with being a lifelong renter. It was freaking exhilarating!

Buck turned his head and kissed Tommy’s knee. He rubbed his stubble against it and then dug into his onionless pizza. “How’s your back?” he asked around a mouthful.

Tommy’s blunt nails scratched against his scalp, and Buck moved into it. “I’ll live. I thought about digging through the bathroom boxes for the heating pad, but it’s so hot, I’m sure you putting your hand against it would be just as good.” Buck snorted and then groaned, throwing his slice back into the box. “What’s wrong?” Tommy asked.

“This one wants the password. No QR code. And it’s one of yours, so it’s, like 20 characters,” Buck groused.

“Poor, baby,” Tommy cooed.

Buck gave a soft grin. He couldn’t see him, but just from his tone, Buck knew Tommy had his head tipped back, eyes closed, chewing absentmindedly. They were both exhausted, and all Buck wanted to do was start a movie and eat pizza with his partner. In their home.

“Hey, remember cable?” Buck asked. He pulled his phone close and tried to figure out if the next letter was an uppercase I or a lowercase l. “It was kind of amazing, right? Maybe we should cancel all of this and get cable instead.”

The hand in hair gripped and gave a light tug. “I do remember, and I remember how hellish it was trying to get out of it. No dice.” Tommy went back to scratching, and Buck grunted, dissatisfied with his answer but understanding Tommy’s point of view. “You know what else I remember?” Tommy asked. “Antennas. Our father refused to get cable until 1997. Not only that, but the TV we used the most was black and white.”

Buck twisted around to see Tommy's face. He was right. Tommy's head rested against the couch, and his eyes were barely open. Buck grinned uncertainly, not sure if Tommy was kidding. “Really? You only had black and white?”

“I didn’t say that. We had a huge—well, huge at the time—36” color TV that did picture-in-picture and had the option to add surround sound. But after 5PM on weekdays, and forget about the weekends, that TV became my father’s. That left the 12” black and white that still used a rotary tuner for my brother and I to fight over.”

“And since he was three years older...”

“Got his way, yeah.”

Buck gave Tommy’s knee another kiss. “I’m sorry,” he said, feeling bad for little Tommy.

Tommy shrugged. “That’s life, right? Anyway, it worked out on Fridays. TGIF was pretty much the only thing CJ and I agreed on.”

“Was that a TV show?”

Tommy froze, slice halfway to his mouth, and then he frowned. “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not?”

Buck smirked. “I am. Sorta. Like, I’ve heard of it I’m just not 100% sure what the line-up was.”

“Most of the time, I forget there’s an age gap, and then you’ll say something...”

“In my defense, I was popculturally sheltered. Mom and Dad wanted us to read...”

“Which you hated.”

“...which I hated,” Buck agreed. “When I did get to watch, I was mostly relegated to PBS.”

“Mostly?”

“I caught a rerun of Mystery Science Theater 3000 one Sunday morning and was hooked. They didn’t object for whatever reason, so most of my movie knowledge comes from bad B movies from the 60s and 70s.”

Tommy chuckled and said affectionately, “Nerd.” He pulled himself down with a hand around Buck’s neck, and they shared a greasy, pizza-y kiss. Tommy tasted like pepperoni, sauce, and onions. Gross, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for love. Buck pushed Tommy’s pizza box out of the way and straddled his lap, logging into their streaming services forgotten. They kissed again, and Buck knew Tommy was suffering just as much with his green pepper breath.

When the kiss broke, Tommy nuzzled into Buck’s neck, and Buck stroked the sweat-damp hair at the back of Tommy’s head. It was too hot to be this close, but Buck couldn’t bring himself to care, and he was pleased to know Tommy felt the same. “You know, going forward, TV, movies, music, technology, all of it, we’ll get to experience together. The gaps between us are going to narrow.”

“They barely exist now,” Tommy said. He pulled back, staring at Buck intensely. His fingertips followed the line of Buck’s jaw, and with just a touch of pressure to his chin, Tommy tilted Buck’s face. Their lips brush together two and then three times. “I think we’re going to be happy here,” Tommy confessed.

In the house they bought, in the relationship they built, and with the love they made, Buck agreed. "I know we will.

#bucktommyfluffebruary #tevan #bucktommy #tommy kinard #kinley #buck x tommy #evan buckley #tevan fanfiction #bucktommy fanfic

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diristine · 2 months ago

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pls Simon angst

I started writing Simon angst, it turned into everyone angst. You're welcome!! Also I wrote this entire thing on the treadmill and just edited all the spelling mistakes after, if it's shit blame my dehydration. If its wonderful, I am a living god bow before me

WARNING: DEATH, PANIC ATTACKS, DEPRESSION

Simon was only human, he could feel the sharp sting of words just as intricately as any other. He could withstand the hurricane of verbal shots that tore through him daily, he could hold put against the onslaught of jeers from others if only to help the few he could reach. He was human, with a penchant for taking the pain of others so they could discard their rags of insecurities and self hate.

He would pass in the halls, hearing the murmurs of how he was too soft to be a field agent. How Simon Glass was demoted from the ranks of importance to slave for those who didn’t carry the burden of life in their bones.

Oh how the psychologist yearned to be more than the victim to petty emotions and unfurling strings of sanity that were one gust away from snapping.

His own wills were taught as is, yet he held onto it if only to ensure others would withstand their own storms.

Simon watched as souls flocked to him as a last resort, or perhaps as a means to ensure their job security. Prove to themselves or to their bosses they were sane as a whistle, bright as a star. To prove to someone, to anyone that they were more than the sinking wreckage of a ship whose bow had already split. A mere wistful hope they were okay, before they were snuffed out in the flood.

He often counted himself amongst those that swarmed his office, between those who were convinced of their own sanity, to the ones who wanted to peel off of their skin and start anew in a different form. Simon became each of his patients as he sat with them.

If it weren’t for Lucky, he would have collapsed into himself with how often he took upon the stories of the damned.

On Mondays he stumbled through an empty apartment at night, the taste of alcohol lingering as the metal of the muzzle tasted like sweet release. Only to put it down, for a son who would never forgive himself. Amnesia hitting him harder than ever, he forgot what his eyes looked like. What did his eyes look like? Why didn't he have eyes? Why didn't he have memories? Why couldn’t he remember? Why couldn't he think? He heard butterfly wings as they pushed out of his skull again.

Why didn't he have eyes?

With a start Simon woke up in a new body, staring at fluorescent lights as he was ushered out once again to another exam. Hoping desperately that the ethics committee would interfere soon. He felt the wrath towards the man that sentenced him to this fate, who sealed his soul within a pendant of quartz and silver. He hadn’t been a good agent for sure, but he didn’t deserve this surely.

He would never forgive Dr. Glass for giving him this fate.

On Tuesdays, Simon gasped awake, boiling water escaping his lungs as her eyes tore through him. Her loving terrible eyes watched from the shadows, her thousand eyes never blinking. Her claws sinking into flesh and tearing his humanity from him. Every scratch appeared on his back, his arms, he could feel the blood trail down his form. Shaking he fell out of his bed, coughing up the blood and sea water stuck in his chest. He gasped and choked on words that would never escape, that would never become separate from the idea he had become.

He would never forget her eyes, as much as he wished he could.

Ice slipped between his fingers where it never existed, a name wiped from every record. One lost to time as sand lost itself to the sea.

You do not have a file on the deceased Foundation agent code-named Iceberg.

No one has a file on the deceased Foundation agent code-named Iceberg.

On Thursdays, sitting at a desk Simon gazed upon the photograph of his daughter, a child he abandoned due to his godforsaken work. Yet he couldn’t find it within himself to leave, to return to his child. He would never forgive himself for losing her and his friend. Time ticked past as he gazed, slipping through his fingers. Oh how he yearned for rest that he would never allow himself. He stood, facing the door, for he had a friend in need of medical care.

He simply hoped Kain would forgive him for being late.

Simon would wake up, wondering what his past was. Reminded himself that it wasn't worth remembering if he had shown up in the Foundation willing to forget the past. Who he had once been. Now he pulled on the armor, staring at the mirror as he prepared for the barrages of comments within the corners of the halls. How he had to babysit a kid who had her life torn from her, and pretend it would be okay.

Foxx should be able to make up for whatever she lacked in herself, he was a father already after all, he was good at this.

On Fridays he became a young adult, a girl stuck in a cell. With a designation tattooed to the back of his neck. He would watch and listen to the murmurs of researchers continue to call him an object while his task force treated him as a human. Sometimes he wished he could end it, but he had made a promise and would push on. He couldn’t let them down.

Maybe she’d convince Meri to wear anything other than that hawaiian shirt that reminded her of her boss.

He would become an agent, without freedom. Once sent out on missions now stuck to a desk to play handler for people who didn’t even exist in a physical form. He did this for his love. The one who woke with a soft golden smile, who would sing in the car and light up the world by simply existing. His anchor, someone who would no doubt bring him misfortune. He would watch ever so lovingly at said muse, heart never wavering in its ticking. Eyes never leaving the face of his beloved, he would kill for this man. He has killed for this man.

He would forever owe Simon, he would forever be Simon’s. He found himself to be very Lucky in this manner.

As the days passed, Simon became each of the souls that he passed in the halls. Felt their burdens claw against his own. Pushed against the ones that attacked just to strike, the ones who had no idea of any better. He felt the bite of their stares, of their egos as they spat on his name. Hissed and clawed against the mere conceptual idea of taking care of one’s mind.

When they cornered him, they tried to make him cower beneath their lack of self worth. He took it, if only to help lift the weight of their anger and desperation off of their shoulders. Free their lungs and chest from the animals that clawed for their freedom.

He would listen, no matter how much it pained him to. No matter how it ripped his intestines out whenever one of his willing patients got killed in a breach. Oh how it was always the ones that were making the most progress that burned the fastest. Simon often found himself hoping some would refuse his services, if only so their luck in survival would rise by some meaningless percentage.

Simon sometimes wished that he could take their places, strip those burdens from their being completely. Allow them to start anew.

Yet as he holds another bloody corpse in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel empty.

The blood soaked into his clothing, saturating his very being. The crimson liquid near black in the lost lighting of this small corner, he could only hold them closer as the last light escaped their eyes. Desperation to live leaving with their soul in a fleeting moment.

He held them. Even as the sirens continued to sound.

He held them as their body turned cold.

He held them as he heard the cries of others slowly cease.

He held them, whilst the breach came to a stop.

He would hold them until someone pried them from his arms.

Even then, he held them in his mind, a memory he would never easily forget. One whose sinew and bones would forever rot his nightmares, ghosts blaming him for their lack of survival. He knew better than most that these were not true ghosts, but it never made the collective any more welcoming at night.

This one was one of his better patients, one who was being released from the Foundation’s clutches in a week. To be given amnestics and shoved into the cruel world of ignorance, of simplicity. Yet thanks to the red heap of flesh and voices lying dead next to him, he could only laugh at the fate of this person.

Now the poor thing would only be a number in the count of the dead, nothing more than a number.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the same.

#scp #dr glass #scp fandom #scp doctors #scp foundation #dr clef #dr kondraki #dr charles gears #dr iceberg #agent lucky #bright rewrite #scp angst #angst #creative writing #andrea adams #iris thompson

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glitchy-npc · 3 months ago

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How about "You know what you did" from the writing prompts?

A little post puppet reveal Mortum/Tegan for this one, trying to make their relationship work. Thanks for the prompt! 🧡

You cough against the thinning smoke, dusting soot and debris from your hair and clothes. Your ears ring slightly but you're still in one piece, with barely a scratch on you — you'll take that as a win. You stretch your mind across the premises searching for threats and find none. The explosion was either a warning or a distraction, but for the immediate future, you are safe.

Beside you the good doctor unleashes a string of French curses so quickly your implanted memories of the language struggle to keep up. He tries to clean his glasses against his own dirty dress shirt to no avail.

"Are you alright?" You ask because it feels like the right thing to do, you don't see any obvious injuries. It's not the first time he's been in a scrape, it's not even the first time you've been in one together — your first date was even more explosive, though you wore a different body then.

"No, mon c-" He cuts himself off from the endearment and that's how you know you are in trouble. "I am not alright." He punctuates the last word with sharp air quotes.

"Is…there anything I can do?" Another question that feels right but how would you know? Relationships are tricky, you're still trying to gain your footing when it comes to dating the good doctor, it all seemed so much easier as Jane.

"I think you've done enough." He abandons trying to clean his glasses and places them back on his face.

"What did-" You start but, he cuts you off.

"You know what you did, you know you can't play the fool in front of me, it won't work." He crosses his arms and stares you down.

You could brush against his mind and see what has him so upset but that's a risk even you are disinclined to take. The doctor's rapid fire thoughts are a bag of cats on a good day, trying to discern them is like trying to read something in an encrypted code or a secret language. Besides, you doubt this fragile thing you're trying to cultivate between you would survive another breach of trust like that.

So you ask.

"Could you spell it out for me then?" Even you aren't sure if that was exasperation or an attempt at humor. You never were very funny.

"One night!" Dr Mortum holds up a finger to emphasis his point. "Just one night with no villains, no heroes, no schemes and no fucking explosions! That's all I wanted!" He pinches the bridge of his nose, bringing himself back under control after the outburst.

"I didn't blow up the restaurant." You know your excuse is a lame one but it's all you have.

"No, but you were the reason it happened." He hugs his arms against his chest, his normally immaculate clothes all but ruined.

It's the truth but it doesn't hurt more than realizing you inadvertently put him in danger. He quit the villain life years ago, did you ever stop to think about what dragging him back into it might be like? Of course you didn't, you're too used to adrenaline junkies like Ortega and Lady Argent. Too used to always being on high alert that you expect the same of others. Dr Mortum is cautious and usually prepares for the worst but maybe he really did just want a normal, quiet night out with his date.

If only you could do normal.

'I'm…sorry." A barbed wire word if there ever was one. "but we should leave before the LDPD shows up."

"We can agree on that at least." He rubs his arms and you don't know if hes shivering from adrenaline loss or because of the cool night air, his own coat lost somewhere in the debris.

Slowly, tentatively, you remove your own and offer it to him. It's an echo of a thing you've seen a hundred times before in movies, it's what the boyfriend does, and if that's the role you've cast yourself you better play it well, even when if feels absurd. You? Someone's boyfriend? Actually dating? It's laughable, especially with someone as brilliant and charismatic and handsome and so many other words you could use to describe why you love him.

To your immense relief he accepts it, draping it over his shoulders. If you weren't focused on him you wouldn't have caught it but a stray thought slips through that he likes the scent of your cologne that lingers on your jacket.

"The cars not far." He says just to say something because you both know its true, you arrived together after all.

You nod and follow him. You're not looking forward to the talk in the car but it looks like you haven't made a catastrophic mess of things yet and for that you are immensely grateful.

#fhr #ask prompt #mortumstep #dr mortum #tegan wells #my writing

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pinkjoy-cons · 3 months ago

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Something Sweet (afab!Reader)

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮/𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝔁 𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓫!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ༻꧂

Word Count: 6677

AN: this has been in my draft for almost a year now. I just got so lazy when it came to editing this. Originally, this was written as a birthday gift for @sammilimyy and she gave me permission to post it with some editing. So if you read this and it feels like it's a self ship, that's b/c it kinda is. I wrote this to be as gender neutral as possible with fem reader in mind. I did my best to catch all the pronouns and change them but let me know. This is also the idea of a bartender series I have in mind so I will try to write more for this series. I also commisioned @bumbleleeart to draw some art of this fic! You can find it here they are amazing so supprt if you can!

Warnings: Fluff, self-ship coded, strangers to lovers, unrealistic office setting, implied aro/ace reader, you call Childe "Ajax", acutally edited but I am not perfect, hints at who the next character I will potentially write for

“Try new things. Try new things. It’s okay to try new things.”

You repeated that to yourself as you walked towards the bar at the end of the street; a far cry from being at home with you cat and bowl of instant noodles. Angel's Share was all the people in the office would talk about. It was classy without being too full of itself, the bartenders were nice, and the live music created the perfect atmosphere. When your boss wasn’t shouting at you for all your “careless mistakes” as she called them, the people on your floor would talk about how romantic it would be to walk into Angel’s Share and have a handsome man buy them a drink. It was a long-winded fantasy that you supported the first two or three times they rambled it off.

You weren’t much of a drinker; scratch that, you didn’t drink ever. One too many funerals and far too many broken-hearted family members.

With a stiff arm, you walked inside. It was very classy. Dim lights with spacious room for several tables, a small stage for whoever decided to perform that day and double doors that led to what you imagined was the kitchen. The bar itself occupied the center of the establishment. Various colors of alcohol and glasses on display, it was a work of art how it all seemed to tie together. The smell of fresh food coming from the kitchen and the bitter notes of alcohol graced your nose.

Not wanting to take a whole table, you made you way to the center bar. There were three people working. One man with white hair seemed particularly annoyed with his fellow workers and patron alike as he poured another, whiskey? Bourbon? Some brown drink into the glass and handed it over to the blond at the counter.

The conversation was miles away as you looked over the menu. Each scan only dampened your spirit and made your stomach churned. The crowd was sparse but still, it wouldn’t look good to just get up and leave right?

I’m in this for the long haul, huh.

Unbeknownst to you, one of the bartenders already saw your entrance and observed you as you walked to the seat. You were new and Childe saw the furrow in your brow and the bite of your lip. The continuous flip of the menu and the scrunch of your face seemed to tell all.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna do your job and ask them what they want?” Wriothesley said that snapped Ajax out of his observance.

With a smirk Childe threw back, “Why don’t you go do your job?”

Wriothesley shrugged, “Okay.”

“No wait!” Childe grabbed his arm to stop him, “I’ll go, geez.” Wriothesley just smirked as he continued his conversation with Al-Haitham and his friends.

"What can I get you?" Crap, one of the bartenders had approached; the plan of escape concocted was now pointless. He smiled and awaited you answer. Did you look like a deer caught in headlights? “What’s wrong? Need more time? I can give you some suggestions if you want.” He smiled as you quickly fixed you face and tried to come up with an answer.

The man is cute. Looking at him made your heart flutter and you cough to bid you some time to let your brain catch up to the situation.

"Oh, I don't drink." You affirmed and put down the menu. Perfect; great answer.

What the hell am I even doing here then? Wasting his time? He’ll probably tell you to get out. However, to your surprise, he chuckled.

"Well, lucky for you Angel's Share is known for both alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks. It's truly the best of both worlds. Big boss doesn’t really like the taste of alcohol, so he wanted to make sure there were drinks here for everyone" He winked and readied the shaker. You laughed at how eager he was to please. It warmed your cheeks and calmed your beating heart. You haven’t felt like this with someone before. It was, different but welcomed.

"If that's the case I'll take whatever you think is best. I'm not too picky." He thinks for a moment then nods eyes closed and a cute smile. As he turns you remember to say, "Oh but I do like sweet drinks."

He peers over his shoulder and smiles, "Yeah, makes sense."

You raise an eyebrow. As he poured the liquids in the shaker he answered the silent question.

"I just mean it makes sense that a sweet person would like sweet things." He flashes a bright smile and you sit there dumbfounded but can't help the small smile that creeps on your lips.

As he pours the drink into the glass, he leans against the counter waiting for the first taste. You brought the glass to you beautiful lips and drank.

"So sweetheart," he rests his chin in the palm of his hand, "whatcha think?"

Said “sweetheart” smiled and leaned in closer to him, following his actions, "You're right. This sweet person loves sweet things." He smiled.

“The name’s Ajax, but everyone calls me Childe.”

You told him your name and he noded, committing it to memory

“It’s lovely to see you around here but I must ask, why come to a bar if you don’t drink? I mean, I take it you didn’t know we also have nonalcoholic drinks soooo…” He let the question hang as you traced your finger on the rim of the drink.

“I guess I wanted to try something different? Not too sure myself really. All I know is that everyone I work with talks about this place, and I guess I was influenced to stop by and see for myself.”

“Everyone at your work?” Childe asks.

“Yeah, I work within an academic office close to the main campus off of 2nd and S street. Second floor. You know the building that’s near the main campus but near the residential area? Built about five years ago? That’s me.” You said with a small smile and took another sip, “I handle things like approving submitted grades. My main area of focus is approving and assisting students with their schedules for the upcoming semester a bit like an advisor. I handle the English, History and Art majors.”

“Sounds sooooo thrilling.” Childe leaned closer on the counter; a sly smile present as you lightly hit his arm for the sarcasm.

“Hey, it may not be as ‘thrilling’ as being a bartender, but it pays well and has good benefits and I love my coworkers.” You paused.

“Buuuut.” He looked at you ready to hear more.

You gave a gruff laugh, “Buuuut my boss is crazy. The students I work with love me. My coworkers and I get so many emails, and we do our best to respond to all of them and tell them about meetings for upcoming introductory classes but somehow that is still not enough for her. She thinks that what I’m doing is the bare minimum for how I could be assisting these kids when she doesn’t even want to see an email from any of them pop-up in her in-box.” You took a long drink of her mocktail draining the contents of the cup dry. Childe raises his eyebrows in surprise and is suddenly very glad you don’t drink. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing and is so stuck in her ways. Sometimes, my friends and I wonder how she ever got to that position.”

“Why don’t you try asking for a promotion?” During the small rant, Childe had made another drink that you happily took.

“As sucky as she is, she doesn't come into the office and she doesn’t bother any of us to the point where we want her gone. A few nags here and there and she’s gone for the rest of the month. I’m happy where I’m at and so are my friends. The floors of the building are huge, so each office has about three people. The three of us assist the same departments so we help each other out. But it’s not just us three, there are a lot of moving parts for each major. We made our office space as cozy as possible not only for us but for the occasional student who may stop by. Plus, the windows open slightly from the bottom so, ya know, fresh air! ”

“Cozy how?” He asked and you smiled brightly and began to describe the shared office space she had with her friends and coworkers, Yelan and Navia. Each desk had their own personality, but the office had a comfy couch for themselves and the students as well as a small but efficient tea/coffee bar. There were decorations kept for various holidays or for when someone just wanted to give the office a different look. For the most part, it always had an air of a welcoming home office. Most of the time, you let them decide on what the theme would be for the next few months but they always asked for your input. Sometimes Yelan would put on instrumental music through the Bluetooth and Navia always kept the few plants healthy and vibrant.

Childe decided there that he liked you like this. Not stressed out, but animated. You spoke to him like he was an old friend. He interrupted you at some point to get some food and let you continue on about work and ate while he cleaned.

Soon, it was well into the night, but of course this was a bar, it remained open later than most establishments, so you didn’t notice. After you finished eating, Childe took the dishware to the bin for pick up and you grabbed your wallet.

“How much do I owe?” Normally, you were careful about money, but after such a lovely evening you couldn’t care less about the bill.

“It’s on the house.”

You paused, “Oh no please, it’s alright I really don’t mind. Let’s see, I had two drinks the meal…that should be about-”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Childe reached. He stopped the hand holding your card to pay. He gazed at you with soft eyes and warm smile. He held your hand a bit firmer as he spoke next but not enough to hurt, it was only comfort. “It’s all right, really. It’s on the house.”

Your cheeks felt fuzzier, and you could only stare dumbfounded at the loss of words. Childe, ever bold, briefly glanced at your lips. He wanted to lean closer, but he could practically feel you rapid pulse and didn’t want to scare you away. So rather he asked, “Are you gonna put your card away?” A playful tilt of his head accompanied those words.

“Yes.” You said not daring to look him in the eyes but rather at where their hands joined.

Childe pulled in closer, “Promise?” there was a sing-song cadence to his voice as he teased.

“Promise.” This time you looked up at him. He kissed the top of your hand before he pulled away. By this point, you could feel your entire body was on fire. Your gut warmed as you tried to not let it show how much that simple act affected your body.

“What’s this about ‘on the house’?” A man with black hair and streaks of gray slaps Childe on the back and it startled you both out of the moment. “Giving away free food hmm.” The new guy looks at you for a moment and smiles. “Well, for this one time I'll give you a pass. But make sure Diluc doesn’t hear about this, he’s not as lenient as me.”

“What is it, Wriothesley?” Childe straightened up. He kept his body facing you, doing his best to tell Wriothesley to leave them alone but either Wriothesley didn’t pick up on social cues very well or he made it his goal to bother Ajax at every turn.

It’s probably the latter…

“Hate to break up the rising exposition of your guys' story but I just wanted to let you know we close in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes!” The few people, including the blond who was here when you came in, turned at your exclamation. You checked your phone for the time to see it was midnight. “I have to go! I have work in a few hours.” Wriothesley looked out the dark window and frowned. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, it's about a 25-minute walk from here.”

“Then Childe here will take you home.” Wriothesley smiled, his hands on Childe’s shoulders.

“He will? But what about closing and stuff, doesn’t he need to do the night duties?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. Al-Haitham and I got all that covered.”

“What.” The white-haired man with the blond at the counter suddenly became very interested in the conversation.

As they spoke another person came in. They looked young, probably a student at the Uni. The person looked up at Wriothesley then at the people at the counter, and stopped, worry flashed through their eyes

“Sorry, but we're clos-”

“Ah Childe, this one is fine.” Wriothesley gestured for them to sit at the bar as he made them a drink. You, meanwhile, got ready to leave as they approached. The person looked defeated and melted into the seat. A few wraps were around their arms and the bottom lip looked to be slightly swollen. Childe took note that it was a non-alcoholic drink; he also took note that Al-Haithiam had already closed the register for the night so there was no way for this person to pay.

“What’s this about ‘on the house’?” Childe asked. Wriothesley's expression was soft as he handed them the drink. His hand lingered for just a split second to fuss with hair on the side of their head and Childe swore he saw them lean into Wriothesley’s touch.

“Better leave before Al-Haithiam changes his mind.”

The pair left after that. “Lead the way.” Childe smiles as he walks in tandem.

“Which way do you live?”

“The opposite direction, but don’t worry about inconveniencing me, I don’t mind. I have my shift later in the day anyway.” You hummed and as they continued down the sidewalk. Despite the late hour, the pace was slow. A part of you wanted to take a wrong turn just to make this last a bit longer.

A shiver ran through you when a strong gust of wind blew. Childe wrapped his arm around your shoulders in a vain attempt to keep you warm. “Next time you’re out this late, bring a jacket.”

“The only time I would ever think about being out this late is if I was with you.” Sam looked at him and chuckled. “So, I can always just borrow yours.” Ajax’s smile matched the brunette's.

“Damn sweetheart, flirting with me and we haven’t even had our first date? Never would have guessed you had so much rizz.”

“Nope, okay. Let me go.” You tried to pull away only for Childe to hold you firmer. He brought you to his front, chest to back as he laughed into the night. “Stop, I refuse to be around a man who says the word ‘rizz’ unironically!” He picked you up and spun around and blew raspberries into your neck. Laughter echoed into the night and when he put you down, you turned to face him. Childe held your cheek in his hand as he gazed into your eyes. They shone in a beautiful dazzle he's never seen before. There was so much mirth in those eyes alone. He knew that if other men and women could see what these eyes held, they too would want a moment to accompany you in that joy. His heart beat furiously in his chest and his face nearly fell at the thought he wouldn’t see her again.

“Ajax?” You whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Um. This is me.” You gestured at the apartment building behind them. Childe let go and took a small step back, coughed into his hand.

“Uh, right. Well, I hope you have a good day at work…in a few hours.”

“Yeah and thank you for the meal and the drinks and for taking me home.” You started to walk backwards looking down at the ground as you did.

Childe wanted to ask for your number. He wanted to ask if you would come to Angel’s Share again. He wanted to spend more time than these last few hours allotted. But he could tell that you were nervous, so he didn’t want to push it any further. You turned to the building so Childe took that as his que to leave as well. He barely made it a few steps...

“Can I have your number?” You held you phone out to him, the “add new contact” page already on display. Big, bright eyes stared at him and a shaky hand; pursed lips that look like they didn’t want to beg but were two seconds from doing just that. He took it and added his number and his own contact name: “Lover Boy 😉”. You snorted when you saw the title he had given himself and rolled your eyes but didn’t bother to change it. Rather, you wished him a goodnight again and failed at containing the small skip as you went back inside.

Childe stared at the building for a second with a smile on his face when he got an idea. He pulled out his phone to make a phone call.

“Hey boss man, it’s Childe…Right, right, hey Diluc it’s Childe. There happy? Anyway I- huh? Oh, Kaeya gave me your number.” Childe smiled and began to walk to his apartment building. “Sorry for calling so late, well…early, but I have a favor. Don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal this time, cross my heart. Do you know any flower companies who deliver same day and on short notice?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You made it to the office, with a long, deep breath as you took off your shoes and put on the slippers. Your section was less of a corporate office and worked behind the scenes so you didn’t have to worry about anyone extremely important coming in. Upon entering, Navia looked over from the small coffee station they set up and Yelan continued to scroll on her phone.

“Finally decided to show up at 7:26, took your time coming in today, huh?” Yelan teased, “Normally you get here early. I actually had to use my key to get in today.”

You said nothing and went to the coffee station. Exhausted and in need of a pick-me-up before anything else.

“Uh oh, even adding an extra shot? What kept you up so late?” Navia asked and Yelan smirked at the question.

You didn’t even look away from the dripping espresso and said, “A man.”

Navia choked on her tea and Yelan dropped her phone. You were startled at their reactions. “What! What’s wrong!”

“You were with a man last night?” Navia yells through fits of her cough.

“Not so loud!” Yelan said, “We don’t need the entire floor knowing about thier business.” She got up to close the door and both women looked at you for an explanation.

“Well yes, I was with a man last night but nothing that you think happened, happened! We just talked, it was really a spur of the moment kinda thing.” There was a warmth that spread on your cheeks as you tried to clear up their misunderstanding.

“That doesn’t make things any less interesting.” Yelan pointed out. “You’re not one to stay up too late to begin with; even with your messed up sleep schedule, you always try to sleep at a decent time.”

Navia added, “Yeah, so to have a guy keep you up late enough for you to almost be late, he must have been something.” As she spoke you all went to your desks, with your coffee in hand, to get started on the work day. “So, was he?”

The warmth spead down your neck and to your stomache as you looked at your computer screen lost in the thoughts of last night. “He is.” You sighed and proceeded to tell the girls everything that happened last night. In between emails and submissions, students and staff, it was lunch time when your recount of the prior evening was over.

“I ended up staring at his contact in my phone for about five minutes before I passed out.” You said. “I can’t believe I asked for his number. I mean I never do that!”

“We know.” Navia said as she hit submit on some student grades. “That’s why we were basically slack jawed the entire story. Maybe everyone is right, something about Angel's Share…” She let the comment hang off.

“I texted him thanks again last night just so he had my number and he said good morning as I was walking here but I didn’t respond after that.”

“You left the guy hanging?” Yelan said.

“No, not entirely. I said ‘good morning’ too with a smiley face but we haven’t texted after that.” Before either girl would say anything there was a knock at the door. It opened and came in Layal. Even though she wasn’t a part of the majors they handled, all three of them welcomed her to the office anytime. In the past, they used to help with gen ed; Layla was one of Yelan’s students. After declaring her major, you told Layla she was still welcomed to their office anytime as long as one of them was present. She mainly sleeps on the couch to get some rest between classes. Which is exactly what she is doing now.

“Poor girl. Does she ever get any sleep?” Navia got up to fix the pillow Layla had to a more comfortable position for her neck.

“Doubt it.” You said and only turning to your computer when you heard a message come through. “Dammit what the hell!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Dorie didn’t deliver the damn transcripts the students requested.” You groaned as you answered the message. “Now I gotta deliver them to the bursar’s office and I’m so damn tired.” You got up to gently place a blanket over Layla’s head. As these were official transcripts, she took that precaution so no one can say the sleep-deprived student took a peak as they were printed out. Navia helped seal them all in envelopes and put the correct labels on them.

Yelan then said, “I could drop them off for you if ya want. I don’t mind.”

“No it’s okay.” You grumbled. “I could use the walk anyway.” Nothing more was said as you put on your shoes and left the office.

~~~~~~~

The trip didn’t take long, about a 15 minute walk there and back; 20 if you take the long way (which you did) and finally made it back to the office. But there was a suprise; a gorgeous bouquet. The baby blue hortensias in the middle, surrounded by various pink roses and other dusty pink flowers and eucalyptus leaves. All in a beautiful pink vase. The girls were fawning over the bouquet and Yelan approached you.

“You really hit the jackpot with this guy, let me tell you.” She hip bumped you with crossed arms.

“Wait, you mean this is for me? And how do you know it’s from…” You asked a bit out of breath.

“He left you a card.” Layla handed you a small note card with gold embossing.

“They delivered it while you were out.” Navia carried the bouquet to your desk by the widow. “We had to shoo everyone away to leave us alone until you came back. This guy caused quite the commotion for you.” You walked over to the flowers, still in awe of how beautiful they looked. Sam finally looked at the pristine print on the card.

Thanks again for the wonderful night. I’m hoping we can have many more.

~Ajax

You jumped when the phone buzzed in your pocket. It was from Ajax and you couldn’t help but smile.

Did you get the flowers? I got a notification saying they were delivered

Ajax! Yes I got them holy shit they’re beautiful! Thank you soooooooo much i love them! How did you????

Called in a favor with the boss he’s very connected. But other than that the bouquet is all from me. Just thought you deserved something nice

No one has ever given me flowers before Thank you! They make me so happy!!!

I can tell Can practically see your smile from here

???????

You whispered, “No way,” and opened the blinds and there on the sidewalk was Ajax dressed in dark jeans t-shirt, and a denim jacket stave off the cold weather. He looked up at her window with a sheepish smile. He waved and you gently waved back whilst and mouthed “hi”.

“Who are you waving at? Oh, is it him!” Navia, Yelan and Layal all rushed to the window. “Oh my gods it is him!” Navia eagerly opened up the window, even if it could only be ajar, “The flowers are beautiful!” Navia yelled down to Childe. You tried to frantically tell her to stop but Yelan held you back. They could hear Childe’s laughter even from their floor. You watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled at the ground, hand in his pocket.

“Hey, he’s one of the bartenders at Angel's Share.” Layla peeked under Navia to get a good look. “I think his name is…Childe?”

“Childe?” Yelan repeated.

“Oh stop! It’s just a nickname!” You broke free from Yelan’s hold and took a look at the clock. “Wait, it’s lunch time!” Then went to the window. “Ajax, wait there!” You got a thumbs up and promptly closed the window. “I’ll be back!” You left with a rapid flutter in your heart and pleasent warmth on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe that he was here! Ajax was here: he walked you home last night, gave you flowers, and was now waiting for you right outside! As silly as it felt, you did a small jump of joy while you waited for the elevator. Never before have you been this smitten with anyone. When the elevator got to the ground floor, you ran out of the building and jumped into his readied arms. Childe let out an oof upon impact but laughed all the same and used the momentum to spin you both just slightly during the hug. His arms felt beautiful; wrapped snugly around you as the soft fabric of his hoodie. Despite not even being a day, you found yourself happy in his arms.

“Childe.” You said, “You’re here! What are you doing here?”

“I was already out when I got the text that the flowers were delivered so I figured I would come to the building and give you a call. But then I saw you by the window.” He pointed up to the window where your coworkers were still looking through. “I just wanted to surprise you, s’all.” Your face warmed. “Now, what made you run down here ta tell me?”

“I-,” The request got caught in your throat now face to face with those blue eyes. “I love the flowers.”

He chuckled. “You ran all the way down here to tell me you love the flowers?” He smirked and bushed some of your hair away from your eyes. He allowed his hand to linger.

“No. I just…It’s my lunch time.” You said, playing with your blouse’s hem.

Childe laughed again. “Okay, would you like me to take you out to lunch?”

Your eyes lit up. Childe chuckled more at her enthusiasm. He grabbed your hand and pulled her to him as they both began to walk.

Childe knew he had fallen for you from that first into the bar. He knew it was shallow to say that when he didn’t know a thing about you but he just knew. He’s dated in the past but even after spending months with those people, he didn’t feel that connection that he feels now with you.

You were a performer on a grand stage. Even as you danced and interacted with others, to Childe, the spotlight was only on you. Your words and mannerisms. The small things in life that made your eyes sparkle with joy. Or the bright smile you graced him with when he complimented you. All of it contributed to the ballet you put on. The story you wanted to tell, all of it left him in awe. Was this over the top? Yes. Unusual? Absolutely. Would people tell him that he was diving into this way too fast? One hundred percent. But Childe didn’t care. Because each place they would go to would be a scene. The different milestones they would go through would be their acts. And by the end of their joint performance, he would be saying: Encore.

“Thank you for the meal Ajax, I really liked it. Sorry I cut it short, I just have to get back to work.” You linked your arm around his as they walked back to her work building.

“No need to apologize. I enjoy any time that I can with you.” Ajax brought you in closer to get a better look at you.

“Do you have work today?”

“Yeah in a few hours and I work the closing shift.”

“Can I go see you when I’m off?”

“Are you sure it wasn’t too late for you last time? I don’t want you to mess up your sleep schedule just for little ol’ me.”

“Ah it’s fine! I have the worst sleep schedule anyway.”

“More of a reason for you to just head home.” They got to the building and stood near the entrance, you could only look away. “Look at me baby,” Childe tilted your chin up. “I promise that the next time I have the day off I’ll call you and take you out on a date.”

You messed with your hem again. “Promise?”

“Promise.” An alarm you set went off. Unfortunately, it was time to go back to the grind.

“Talk to you later.” Childe began to walk away but you called out.

“W-wait!”

He turned, an eyebrow lifted. You mumbled something while not making any eye contact. Hands a bit shaky as you glanced at him and tapped your cheek expectantly. Childe breathed out a soft laugh and leaned down. Childe kissed your cheek and when he moved away, he bit his lip to hold in a laugh.

“You kissed my cheek!” You said.

“Yeah sweetheart, is that not what you wanted?” He put his hands in his pockets as you held you face.

“No. Yes! Yes I wanted a kiss I just…It was nice and you have soft lips.”

“Pfft.”

“Hey don’t laugh at me!” Childe put his hand over yours and you both paused. He looked at you, and with slight pause, he leaned down to kiss the other cheek. You nearly choked on her gasp but didn’t push him away when his lips lingered. Rather, you gripped his hand tighter.

Chile moved away but not before saying, “Don’t miss me too much.”

You huffed and stared at him as he walked away, “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” You called after him. Ajax only looked over his shoulder with a small smirk. You went up to the office after that to finish the rest of the day. All-the-while humming and fussing with the bouquet now and then. The dreamy look in eyes and glow that practically radiated from you told Navia and Yelan exactly how the lunch date went and how you felt about Childe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next month, you and Ajax would visit each other when you could. You would stop by Angel’s Share to spend time with him and his coworkers; who were all used to the extra closing company by now. Ajax made good on his promise and took you out on a proper date one Saturday when he was free.

It was getting later in the night but neither had to work the next day so a busy morning and afternoon turned into a more relaxed evening and night. Somehow their walk through the city led them back to your apartment.

“Would you- would you like to come upstairs? I know we ate dinner a few hours ago but I make a mean instant noodle!” You gestured to the glass doors of the apartment complex. Childe stood there slack jawed. There was no way in hell he would say no and any doubt that he could have vanished when he looked at those soft, hopeful eyes.

“Lead the way.”

One fumbled set of keys later, you let him into your home and prayed Ajax couldn’t tell how nervours you were. “Would you like anything to drink? No alcohol but I do have some fancy sodas, if you wanna try?”

“Sure, I'll try one.” With a nod, you got two glasses and placed them on the coasters in the living room. You both sat on the sofa; you put some distance between and Ajax and rubbed your hands on your thighs. You took out your phone and played a soft playlist to help relax in an attempt to create the perfect balance of romantic and cozy while also trying to set the mood.

Wait…the mood?

What mood exactly? You’ve been alone with Ajax before but never like this. It was always in a populated area. A restaurant, the bar, walking down the street. Having him in your apartment, sitting with you on the sofa. It all felt nice. Extremely nice.

Then…

Why was you heart beating so fast? Why did you suddenly feel the need to be anywhere but here with him? Suddenly, you felt the need to rearrange the entire living room. Move the plants Decide on a new layout of the framed paintings. Get rid of all the pillows and blankets. Just busy yourself to not be here right now. But why? You loved being around Ajax, craved it. They why-

“-eally good.”

“Huh?”

“This soda.” Ajax lifted the can, “It’s really good.”

“O-oh, I’m glad you like it. It’s an Inazuma brand. It’s a bit pricey to get but it’s my favorite so I don't mind.”

Ajax said a small yeah as you went back to fussing with a pillow.

Ajax put his can on the coffee table and looked at you through his bangs, “Hey, do you want me to leave?”

“What!”

“You just seem off. I know that you invited me in but if that makes you uncomfortable then-”

“No! I’m not uncomfortable!” You came closer to prove him wrong but when you caught the gaze of his bright blue eyes, you stopped just a hand’s width from him. “I’m really happy you’re here to just pass the time with me. I just…” The room became warm. Too warm. There was a desparte ned to blast the AC. “I dated in the past.” You paused. “I dated in the past and it was never so serious; couple of drinks and dinners here and there. They ended faster than I could remember and well I never invited anyone back to my place so…”

“So?” Ajax waited for you to continue.

“You can probably figure out why I'm nervous.”

“Yeah, I could.” He got into a more comfortable position to face you, “But I don’t wanna put words in your mouth. Tell me why you’re nervous.”

The words got caught in your throat as your stomach dropped. “The implications.” You whispered. “The implications of bringing a guy over, or a girl.” With a deep breath you looked at Ajax and scooted closer, not breaking eye contact. “I never felt like this with anyone, Ajax. Dating other people, I felt this pressure to…I don’t know. It just never felt like I could be comfortable. Because when you date someone and you move further along in the relationship you’re expected to…” The sentance hung. Ajax could figure out the rest this time. “And I didn’t want to do that with anyone.” Your hands shook while you held the pillow. At some point during this talk, you stopped looking at Ajax and stared at the ground. “But with you, it didn’t feel like pressure, I knew I didn’t when you kissed my cheek. It felt like just a kiss.” You sniffed and wiped some tears away. “It feels like I’m hanging out with my best friend who I kinda love and it’s only been a month but since I’ve been with you…I think, maybe, I want the implications to happen. And that scares me too.” You felt the warmth on you face and suddenly wanted to go home despite being in it alreay. Only the sounds the city outside and your heartbeat filled your head. “It’s just all new for me and I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

Ajax sighed and put his hand on you shoulder. Slowly, as to give some time for you to retreat, he pulled you into a hug. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Don’t wanna make you feel pressured for anything. Last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable.” You breathed in his scent and moved into his lap. Despite the rapid heart you knew this is what you wanted to do. “Might sound cheesy but I’m happy just being with you Sam. You make me so happy I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes.” He chuckled, “Drives Wriothesley and Alhathiam crazy.” You laughed with him as tears formed.

“Thank you Ajax.”

“No need to thank me, lovely. Anything to make you feel saf” You stayed in his lap and just cried for a minute. Ajax just held on. After a moment, you straightened up to look at him. When in his lap you were just a tad taller than Ajax. You held his face, left hand slowly going from his cheek to his shoulder, right hand gripped his hoodie.

“Ajax?”

“Hm?”

“Can I…I want to kiss you. I want you to kiss me.” You leaned against his and closed your eyes, "Please.”

“Just a kiss,” Ajax whispered, “I promise.”

Ajax thumbed a few stray tears from your cheeks. Ajax pulled you in and softly kissed your lips. It felt so beautiful. It was your first kiss but he didn't need to know that yet.

Your heart fluttered. This feeling with Ajax was so freeing. You couldn't believe at the end of the day for however long the universe would allow it, you would get to call him yours. It was new, exciting and frankly scary as hell. But you knew, if it was him, if it was Ajax

You would treasure every moment of it.

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watching supernatural, week 13 (28 IV - 4 V 2025)

im baaaaack

episodes watched: 12x15 - 13x13

woah, almost a full season in a week? it hasnt happened in a while

28 IV 2025:

12x15: "im using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me" oh so that's how Sam keeps his hair all fabulous and beautiful // Cas and his flipped FBI badge back at it again! // I wonder how much does Cas know about conspiracy theories? // ugh not Lucifer again, this is getting annoying // Dean being in love with his car //

12x16: Claire is back??? // Dean being protective over Claire is awesome // oh no oh oh uh oh // yay!! Claire is alright

29 IV 2025:

12x17: Eileen will be back, no? // ✨️tragic backstory✨️ // EILEEN WOOOO // Crowley is getting too cocky // "no one cares" slay // well, I didnt like the guy, cant say im glad hes dead, much rather have Dagon dead // DUDE SCREW THE CODE, LIKE SRSLY? Mick youre becoming a likable character, dont change it // well uhm that wasnt that unexpected from my pov but ok. also eh // WHAT WHAT NO FUCK NO WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO MICK JUST WENT THROUGH A HUGE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN A SPAN OF A FEW EPISODES AND WHAT FOR WHAT WHAT NO HELL NAW WHY WHY THEYD KILL HIM NO I SAW THAT COMING TBH BUT NO IM SO MAD OH MYYYYYYY AAAAAAAA i hate this stupid ass sucking fucking dumb idiot show

12x18: what is up with Cas, we didn't get any of him in... 2 episodes? that heaven business sketchy much // Dean dude that was such a bad pick up line // "waking up right now safe and sound" yeah wouldn't be so sure // "how does Sam get his hair so shiny" its the fancy shampoo he hides from Dean // the initials scratched into the table's surface oh

30 IV 2025:

Im starting my spring break!! next week is mostly free so yay!! back to watching

12x19: okay, so we will get some info about Cas this episode, wont we? // Kelly. Kelly no. Kelly dont. oh goodness. // love to see Sam doing his research and stuff as always // CAS // "we're glad youre back" "really?" Dean is very pissed. Cas looks sad // "You, me, and Sam, we're just better together. So now that you're back, let's go, team free will" love this scene // where did the angel go again // I am in pain. Cas why 😭 Cas i know you think youre doing the right thing but. oh my. Cas 😭😭😭 // he didn't kill her. Cas you did the right thing // Lucy crashing out // dude literally just call Sam and Dean and there you will have the answer like oh my goodness Castiel // Dean is even more pissed OH THE WALL PUSH // im sorry but as the show progresses i seem to notice more and more and EVEN MORE intense staring between Dean and Cas and its so amazing // Kelly drove away. ive seen ppl talk about this scene and how Dean just threw Cas the keys even tho he was mad and how in here they probably think its Castiel who was driving :c // why is Cas constantly getting his ass handed to him, like the dude is literally a soldier, that's getting annoying // what. is going on // oh hell nawwww. its bad its bad //

12x20: this episode was fucking painful, man. like ughhh i hate this kind of episodes (as much as I love them as well bc of, yk, emotions, but id much rather have angst with characters who have plot armour)

12x21: I AM FUCKINV THROWING HANDS, NOT EILEEN 😭 no just no. // I want to murder that British bitch // there was no buzzing and lights and stuff, Crowley must've escaped // uh oh // tbh im still upset about Mick

1 V 2025:

we're nearing the end of the season and I will probably finish it today soooo lets get to it

12x22: if they kill Jody off, I swear- // damn. this episode was a pretty huge one emotionally (dont mind me crying) and so. yeah yeah I dont know, idk what to say, im just. ouch. And Dean only thinking about Sam and the monologue and oh my okay yeah um yeah ouch

12x23: cARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON // "I know how hard it is" no you dont "thats a lie" exactly // ha i knew he was the rat // weird seems to have arrived ? // "big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel" real // where did Cas go??? // "angel killing bullets? awesome" *camera cut to Cas* // NO CASTIEL NOOOO // oh fuck oh noooo no no :cc they just. lost basically everyone. ou //

I remember thinking "wow i really enjoy supernatural, good thing i still have like 10 seasons left" and now. I have 3 seasons to go. I dont think im ready 😭 lets go on to season 13 tho. Im craving more

13x01: starting off with "Nothing else matters" by Metallica and im in love, pushing me to finally learn to play it on my guitar i see // wait will we get Dean's widower arc this season? is that it? // Dean unable to say that Cas is dead, im unwell // "I got issues" at least shes honest // is he hearing angel radio? // "my father is Castiel" "I chose him to be my father" I think I might cry // "we lost everything. And now youre gonna bring him back. okay? youre gonna bring back Cas, [...]" Cas is everything to him, im gonna throw up (I know he started saying others as well but this is like literally the same as with "I love you. I love all of you" while looking at Dean) // Jensen's beautiful acting is once again breaking my heart //

13x02: "Jack, I can take the couch" "no no, its fine" I love this kid // Jack mimicking Dean 😭 // "what would Mr. Rogers do?" ayyy Donatello that's actually smart // Dean, Jack is a kid, you need to chill out // poor Jack :c // oh my goodness, someone give this kid a hug //

13x03: Dean. // Dean highkey what the actual fuck. Dean stop blaming Jack for Castiel's death oh my 😭😭😭 // CAS??? // yea well, like seriously, I mean, Dean's acting so unfair towards Jack. "you deserved to be saved, he doesnt" Dean. I know youre grieving after Cas and everyone else but stop taking it out on the kid pls :/

13x04: they really do need therapy tho and im glad they went there lmao even if for the job // Castielllll // "I know what you hate, I know who you love, [...] theres nothing left for you there" not. true. // LEAVE HIM ALONEEE // CAS IS BACKKKK

13x05: "im fine" yeah yeah sure mhmmmm yeah // "he lobotomized them" "fun" my sister always is like "no??? not fun???" when I reply to something like that. rude. I wonder if I picked that up from Dean tho? hm could be // Dean fucking dont. Dean no. oh my goodness // uh oh // *suicide went wrong cause Death says im important* // "you okay?" "no" congratulations on finally admitting it Dean // they actually aced it with the song at the end, they fucking aced it // THEYRE BACK TOGETHER im gonna throw up //

13x06: Dean suddenly all happy and cheered up cause his angel came back from the dead and he gets to be all nerdy about cowboys // sure sure, making him wear it to blend in mhmm // "I made you watch it" // no dude Jack, stop // Jack noo :cc

2 V 2025:

13x07: alternative world Kevin // lmao dude you kinda lost most of your grace // Cas pls dont agree to work with Lucifer without talking with Sam and Dean pls // "did it ever occur to you that I might be one of the good guys" nope. // mmmmm not fun not nice

3 V 2025:

13x09: Jack. what are you doing. // uh oh visions // "We want Jack" "cocaine boy?" LMAOOOO // "You, Castiel, youre my family" Jack i love you // dude really got a hang of his powers // Dean. chill dude. // "dont worry. we'll be fine" "We're screwed!" yeah well // supernatural x jurassic park crossover?

13x10: will we be seeing supernatural girls team this episode?? pls? // I love you Claire // "wayward sisters" YES // girl chill out a bit tho, Jody has every right to be worried // girls love to bond over scars and traumatic experiences <3 (I do as well) // well they're not as dead as you say // om nom nom nom lizard // I miss Charlie extra much this episode 😭😭 // I think yall gonna become a dinner // OH FUCK NO // aw FUUUUUCK // Claire's character development and the ending of the episode ah i love it

4 V 2025:

13x11: Sam? whats wrong // the lie about being Donna's family is gonna backfire, isnt it // the creepy guy from the gas station is even creepier, watching ppl get mutilated, not only watching, but actively contributing, ew // uh oh creepy guy is actually a vamp guy // crazy shit, ngl // "I was a vampire" happens to the best of us, buddy // I mean, Sam is kinda right but at the same time, please let everyone be delusional that life might be better than it is. I mean, sometimes it's really the only way to push through i think. And it's not even necessarily being delusional, sometimes it's just having hope. And I know in this show it won't work but.

13x12: I love sarcastic Castiel so much 😭 // uh oh Dean got hexed // uh oh bad // Sam and Rowena bonding over Lucifer trauma // yoooo good job Castiel // Rowena?

13x13: uh oh Cas // I highkey love Donatello 😭 // also Cas is so short 😭 // aw Lucy's getting emotional :c (sarcastic) // oh fuck no // GABRIEL?????

all that said, I hate this stupid dumb ass show (affectionate)

#supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #spn spoilers #supernatural spoilers #sam winchester #jd watches spn

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yatsurinamikaze · 2 years ago

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Ch 3. Feel it Still.

Summary > One > Two > Three > Four

Aomine Daiki x Reader [MDNI]

Aomine groans as he wakes up, stretching his arms, Well no practice at least. He rubs and squints his eyes as he sees a tail wagging at the edge of his bed. Wha- “I was wondering you could take care of Tetsuya 2 since you won’t be playing for a couple of days.” Kuroko talks calmly, looking up at him in anticipation. “Yeah sure.”

The bell goes off in Aomine’s head, Wait a second. His brain short circuits, as he looks between Kuroko and Tetsuya 2 subsequently. ”What-how- WHEN DID YOU GET IN.”

Kuroko just smiles and puts Tetsuya 2 on Aomine’s lap. “Thank you.” Momoi speaks from the other end of the room,”Riko said you should still be there.”“ Aomine short circuits again, “You are here too?!!”

Momoi giggles as Aomine grumbles, “Remind me to change my locks.”

“You will be there right?” Momoi Satsuki, who is the chief analyst of the Basketball Association, studies his expression tilting her head. Normally Aomine would have skipped, since what’s the point of going if you can’t play ball but your pretty face pops into his head and he responds, “Yeah, whatever.” As he scratches the back of his neck.

To his dismay, you don’t show up at the practice, something about recovering from jetlag and sleeping in late. To his further dismay, he was now the errand boy for the group.

“Hey Mine-chin, can you get some fruit chuppets for me? Im not feeling it without ‘em today. And since you’re not doing anything..” Murasakibara trails off in his usual jarring tone. “And if you’re getting those, can you also get some Sparkling Water, Aominechhi?” Kise peeps from behind Murasakibara. Aomine gives them the death stare and soon, there’s a list of errands he has to run for everyone.

He groans and starts dragging his feet to the supermarket along with Tetsuya 2. Upon paying for all the things he just bought, his phone dings. “Can you get my knee pads? - My apartment is on the way. The door code is 458902” - Kagami. Great. Him too. He rolls his eyes. Just keeps getting worse this day.

He starts making his way with the little pup following him enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, at your place, you step out of the cold shower with a towel wrapped around yourself, the ends of your hair still dripping wet. You finally feel better from sleeping in late and taking the cold shower. You blast music on max volume, Feel it Still playing as you rock along the beat.

You start grooving to the music, your feet and body moves animatedly pretending to be a sexy dancer. You bend down and pick up your panties from your suitcase, you get up sexily with your hips moving in circular motion, you do a final hairlip as you get up.

You flip around to your make-believe audience, with your left hand on your waist and right hand raised holding your panties. You scream in shock as you see the same blue-haired male standing in front of you, same shock etched on his face, his mouth open in bewilderment.

Your mind is racing like the wind and face is getting red in embarrassment. You watch him slowly close his mouth and gulp. You both look at each other in stupor, unable to form words.

As the music dies down, the silence pierces through the room, breaking the stupor. Your eyebrows start scrunching up in anger, and he takes it as a queue to look away from you, you can see a red hue forming on his cheeks. You fold your arms, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I uh-“ Before he could finish, he’s interrupted by a loud shriek, he looks back at you only to find you on top of the coffee table pointing at Tetsuya 2, “What the hell is that?” You notice the little pup and start freaking out, you have never been a dog person, and are scared shitless of them.

Tetsuya 2 on the other hand just wags his tail and pounces around the coffee table trying to get to you. Aomine starts laughing looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes forming tears.

“What the hell are you laughing at” You scream as you jump from one couch to the other. “Take it back!!”

At this point Tetsuya 2 manages to jump on your couch. Shrieking, you jump from that couch to the one near Aomine, but right before your take off, Tetsuya 2 bites down on your towel.

Aomine’s eyes become wide as you jump onto him, completely naked, shrieking and putting your arms around him, his basketball reflexes catching you bridal style. He freezes as he looks down at you, naked, drenched, and in his arms. Your hair dripping water onto your soft body. You are breathing hard, your eyes are closed in fear.

Aomine chuckles and commands Tetsuya 2, “Hey 2, sit.”

You open one eye and see the pup sitting down, wagging his tail, no longer jumping on you.

You sigh in relief and look up at Aomine, still in his hold, and then back to your body. You shriek watching yourself completely naked and get off Aomine in a hurry. “S-stop looking!”

Aomine turns around trying to control his laughter, he walks to the pup taking the towel clutched between the pup’s teeth and handing it you, with his back still turned towards you. You quickly take it and wrap it around yourself. He picks up Tetsuya 2 in his hands.

“And what exactly are you doing here?” You walk back to your suitcase. “Don’t look.” You pick up a sweatpant and a loose hoody.

“I came here to get Kagami’s knee pads. He forgot ‘em here.” Aomine states with his back turned to you. You quickly put the clothes on you. “Im done.”

Aomine turns around to look at you, little pup smiling in his hold. “Aomine Daiki”

“Y/n L/n.” You open the drawer and toss the knee pads at Aomine.

He catches ‘em,”Nice to meet ya.” He says with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, whatever. Close the door on your way out.” You speak calmly, trying to act cool, as if nothing happened.

He walks towards the door, when he turns around, “Im uh-..Im sorry about the..whole thing”

“Cool.” You shrug looking away.

The door clicks as he exits.

“Ughhhhh” You groan loudly and lie face down on the couch, burying your face in the pillow. You’re embarrassed as hell, and start screaming into the pillow, “The fuck! The fuck! The fuck!” You groan once more.

You hear someone clearing their throat, and you look up from the pillow, your eyes blowing out of their sockets. He’s still here. Just kill me already.

“I-uh. I forgot to take the groceries.” He says with the shit-eating grin.

“Just leave.”

He quickly picks up the groceries and winks at you before turning back to open the door.

“And never come back again.”

“Sure thing.” He says while leaving. You can feel him grinning and are staring daggers on his back. The door clicks shut.

You groan, “I hate this life.” And bury your head in the pillow again.

Summary > One > Two > Three > Four

Author’s Note:

- I hope it came out as hilarious as I imagined it in my head. :D

- Interaction is my motivation juice. Taglist is open.

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 1 year ago

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What is this?

Past =-= Next

Author's note: Next part of Catuis's story in Husbandry. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric and Ash'val.

Summary: Catius is sent on errands and spots a Dangerous Person.

Warnings: let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Catius was humming to himself, it had been a few months since they'd found Jophiel and had taken him to the Imperial Fist and Salamander Base to get properly patched up. Of course, convincing a skittish, panicky, wounded, and paranoid Jophiel to go to a base filled with Elder Cousins that are First Born that he doesn't know was not easy, also being stalked by a Night Lord had been… not fun.

He was glad that they'd called Elder Apothecary Hura to deal with the fellow Chaos Marine, even though Cedric had to owe Hura a favor for the aid. Hura had called in the favor by requesting Cedric to help him with an incredibly skittish Loyalist Thousand Sons First Born who'd been found in the desert by some of his fellow Chaos Marines and was not… reacting well to being in a Chaos Marine Base.

He'd called Imhoden a 'skittish little cousin'. He knows that Black Templars have a dim view of 'warp witches' but as Cedric was of a gentle temperament and younger, it would help, or so they hoped, calm Imhoden down from his Psyker Paranoia. Cedric has yet to come back from the Chaos Base, but they are in regular contact with him, so he's fine.

And, they do have code words and phrases that they use to ensure that he's still fine, and if he needs back up Catius and the others will go to their brother-cousin's aid, Alliance be damned. For some reason Salamander Captain Ash'val has been keeping a closer eye on him, Claude, Ramiel, and Jophiel since Cedric had 'willingly' gone to help Hura with a particularly tricky patient.

He's finished up the work he's been assigned and heads to who's been assigned to order him about today and reports what he's done and requests another duty task. He's happy to work and is ordered to go and get some supplies from the base line human's town for some items that are easier to buy then to make from scratch themselves.

He nods and is given some local currency and a list and heads to the local town to get the supplies. As well as have a walk about to see who's where in town. There was a rumor that one of the feral war bands of Black Templars was going to be heading into, or would be near the town and they wanted to try and keep an eye on them. Black Templars tended to be rather… temperamental types.

Also, their reactions to a Bond are… not ideal. They are usually not Human Killers. As he's gathering the items he looks to where he spots the feral war band of Black Templars and freezes when he hears a voice that he recognizes. His hearts sinking to his chest as he shuffles to a location that's deeper in the shadows of the building as he mentally swears and carefully peaks around the building.

He feels like a rabbit caught in a trap. Ramiel's told them… some of the things that his so-called Mentor did to him. Has heard the bastard's voice over Vox during some of the rare times that Ramiel was able to try and talk to him, before… before they arrived on Ancient Terra.

Captain Petras is on Ancient Terra- and he's part of one of the less human friendly Black Templar war bands. Oh, this is not good. He's one of the more Infamous Primaris Killers, and he's here. Fuck. Chaplains tended to hold a lot of sway among their battle brothers due to their rank and position within the chapter. Oh, this is not good at all. Suddenly there is a voice in his HUD display and he makes a startled noise.

"-ius, come in Catius," The voice- he recognizes and relaxes a little, it's Captain Ash'val, "Catius sit rep- your vitals are going nuts, what's the situation?"

"Sir," Catius croaks, takes in a breath and then starts again, "One of… of the Primaris Killers is on Ancient Terra."

"…Primaris … what?" Ash'val says.

Catius shivers at the tone of the the Dragon's voice. "What do you mean Primaris Killer? A Chaos or Renegade First Born Astartes?"

"No," Catius says, "He's a Loyalist. Chaos and Renegade Space Marines killing us is understandable, we try to kill them. No- Primaris Killer is a title for Loyalist First Borns who decided that Primaris Marines are abominations to be purged and killed."

There is a silence on the other end of the vox-line and Catius feels like he's said or revealed something that perhaps, Cedric and the other's hadn't told Ash'val or the other First born cousins at the base. Why? He's not sure, but he's got a sinking feeling that he's said something he shouldn't have.

"Catius, get back to base," Ash'val orders, "give me a description and name of this… 'loyalist'."

"… Ramiel didn't tell you? or Cedric?" Catius says, really wishing he could keep his big mouth shut, "This particular Primaris Killer murdered Ramiel. In front of Cedric. And he's a Chaplain."

There is another loud, eternity filled, but actually quite short pause from Ash'val. "He's a what."

Catius winces, there are many reasons why allied Chaplains are… a source of… anxiety for Cedric and Ramiel, and to a lesser extent the rest of them. While Catius had been 'lucky' to not have to deal with many first born before arriving on Ancient Terra, most of the other's had and it hadn't been… the best for them at times.

"My estimated time of arrival is five minutes sir," Catius reports, "I was only able to get half of the requested supplies.

"Someone else will finish getting the supplies, your safety is more important at the moment." Ash'val replies.

Catius blinks and tilts his head, not that Ash'val can see that at the moment, "I don't think he spotted me sir."

"Does he know you are friendly with Ramiel and Cedric?" Ash'val asked pointedly.

"Yes sir." Catius replied.

"And do you want him to know you are here? And possibly them to?" Ash'val asks.

"No Sir!" Catius says with wide horrified eyes, "no!"

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #oc: Catius #Ultramarine #Ultramarine oc #mentioned oc cedric #mentioned oc ramiel #oc: Petras #oc: Ash'val

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bukicoochie · 6 months ago

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Checkpoint

LEVEL 1 — STAGE 01

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“Flamecrest, flamecrest…”

Aether mutters to himself, fingers gliding through the keyboard as he searches the internet for details of the pizza place. He squinted his eyes, readjusting his glasses against the glaring white light of the screen.

“Let’s see… Flamecrest Pizza House, located by Children of Echoes, Natlan… that’s over six thousand— ‘delivers anywhere (yes, anywhere, even Snezhnaya)’?” The blond’s brows furrowed in confusion at the information displayed on the ad. “Takes what, days—?”

Aether spotted a glaring, ‘in under an hour!’ on the weirdly glittery online advertisement.

“… No way.”

He looked skeptically at his phone as he clicked a link redirecting him to a website where he could detail his order and whatnot. Deciding on a simple classic meat, he input his address and the likes. Under the payment method, he rolled his eyes and spotted his sister walking into the living room unsuspectingly,

“Lumine, you owe me a couple of mora. Let me use your e-wallet.”

“… I just walked in??” Lumine looked irritated, still taking out her phone.

“Don’t care, let me use it for pizza.”

“Stingy. I want some.”

Lumine showed him a QR code, now less bothered and simply bored. After scanning, Aether smiled and ordered.

“Call me over when it’s here.” Lumine waved off before going to her room. Aether was left with his thoughts, somewhat left in anticipation.

‘Maybe (Name) would be the one to deliver it? After all, she seemed to always be in a rush with the rollerblades…’

Aether rushed to the couch facing the door, lightly fidgeting with his shirt as he waited in sheer anticipation. After about twenty minutes of his eyes flickering to his phone’s weather app and the door, he leaned back to try and relax.

As soon as the first knock came, he was already by the door and opening it. He was instantly met with dark green and amber eyes, stoically looking back.

“… Oh.” Aether bore a poker face.

“Classic meat for… Lumine?” Kinich presented the box to Aether, who accepted it dejectedly.

“You don’t look like a (Name)…” The blond grumbled, mostly to himself. Kinich hums. “You don’t look like a Lumine either.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I was… kind of expecting someone else to deliver.” Aether scratched his head sheepishly, feeling a bit silly at his previous tone. Kinich shook his head.

“(Name)? Well, yes. She’s in charge of most deliveries. Just specifically not this one.”

“Specifically?”

“Yup. Saw the information provided and asked me to do it instead, in exchange for five deliveries. Weird. Never was that picky with who she’d deliver for.” The male shrugged.

“Saw the info…?” Aether was confused. “Er… did she ever say why?”

“Nope.”

“Would you think it’d be creepy if I asked you for her number or for you to give her my number?”

“Yeah.”

“…” Aether could do nothing but sigh in defeat. “Alright, alright. Thank you for the delivery.”

“You’re welcome… Lumine.”

Kinich quickly took his leave before even seeing the bewildered look on Aether’s face. He closed the door and practically tossed the box on the table, sulking on the couch.

After a few hours, Aether woke up on the couch. Looking to the right, light from the streetlight came in with the pizza box missing from the table. The blond grumbled, messing with his hair a bit to wake himself up.

“… Ugh, I need to go outside.”

Putting on a sweater, he gathered his hair into a high ponytail instead of the usual braid and left. Pressing on his phone as he walked, it was about a quarter before eight pm. Aether just surveyed his surroundings.

A cold breeze blew by, causing him to shiver. He looked around and saw a small cafe exuding a comfortable atmosphere. Entering, Aether was pleased by the warm temperature inside. Ordering a latte, Aether looked around for a seat and saw the familiar (h/c)-hair by a booth near the exit. Gathering his bearings, the blond carefully approached the lone (Name).

“… Can I sit with you?”

(Name) looked up from her warm beverage to see a familiar blond, thinly veiled embarrassment present on his expression. She nods, smiling back while gesturing to the seat across.

“Not going to run away on me again at least, right?”

“Ah… of course.” Aether chuckled as he sat down on the plush seat. “Sorry about that. I was just…embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. I thought it was kind of cute. Ask people if they’re real often?”

(Name) looked to be having a well deserved jest from his actions, Aether noted. Kind of deserved, but still. The blond only sighed.

“I wasn’t thinking. Forget about it, please—“

“I understand.” (Name) chuckled, taking a sip of her drink. Aether paused at the reply. “Understand how? You know about it?”

“Yeah. Kind of my fault, sorry man.”

“You fault…that you appear in my dreams a lot?”

“You just have this… really convenient subspace highway running through your head.” (Name) points to the male’s forehead, the other hand on her beverage. Aether blinked twice, subtly tilting his head. “… huh?”

“It’s…” (Name) sighs. “Just… think of it as your dreamscape being a quick, traffic-less road that gives me the ability to travel shorter.”

“What, you just cross other people’s minds without trouble?”

“Mostly yours, but somewhat.”

“You're confusing.” Aether narrowed his eyes. ‘Does that mean she can read minds—‘

“No, I can’t read minds by the way,”

Aether flinched in pure disbelief, backing into the cushioned booth instinctively. (Name) laughs.

“I’m kidding, by the way. Your face just… kinda makes you easy to read.” The (h/c)-haired female took another sip to warm herself up as a waiter came to put Aether’s latte on the table. Aether takes the coffee and holds it between his palms to warm his hands.

“So me asking if you were real was totally justified.”

“Yup.” (Name) hums. “Sorry about that. It just makes it really convenient to travel from Natlan to here. Especially since I work delivering pizzas for people here.”

“No worries.” Aether took the time to look carefully at the female’s features. “I just… thought I was either hallucinating or dreaming when I first saw you outside a dream ‘cause you know. I mostly see you in my dreams rushing somewhere.”

“Yeah.” (Name) looks up and hums, smiling. “Hey, your hair looks better that way.”

Aether smiled back, albeit a tad bashfully. “Thank you. I mostly keep it in a braid.”

“Seems like your go-to. You always have a braid in most of the dreams I see you in.” (Name) placed down the now mostly empty cup, sighing. “Looks like I’m heading home now.”

“Already?” Aether felt his stomach drop. “I um, want to…go out sometime?”

“Like in a date way or what?” (Name) seemed to take delight in the nervous exterior of the male, his cheeks tinted red in a soft flush.

“It doesn’t need to be, just…” Aether pressed his lips together before smiling and tucking loose hair to the side of his face. “I don’t know… I think you’d be fun to hang out with.”

Being met with a lack of reply, the blond lightly fidgeted with his warm take-out cup. “I mean, like, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before and thought maybe you could use some help navigating the city? It’s um, just you have a nice voice and you—“

“Sounds fun.” (Name) interrupted the start of Aether’s prattling, not seeming to mind. “Wanna go right now?”

Aether looked ecstatic before coughing to make it less obvious on his face. He stood up. “I— yes. C-can I buy you a drink? So we both have something warm to drink while we walk around.”

(Name) nods, standing up as well. “I’d like that.”

“So you’ve lived here before, moved away, then came back? And we even went to the same high school?”

A thin layer of snow crunched between their boots as Aether couldn’t help but regret not putting on a thicker layer of clothing before going on this walk. How the hell would he have known it would snow tonight?

(Name) hums in response to his questions.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we at least must’ve crossed each other’s paths at least once.” (Name) removed her gloves and offered it to Aether. The blond shook his head, to which (Name) snickered at.

“Dude, I can see you shivering. Just take it at least. My hoodie’s thicker.”

Muttering out a statement of gratitude, Aether accepted the gloves and held his cheeks. Lingering heat from the gloves made his heart thump quicker.

“Still, I think I’d at least remember you. Even try to befriend you. You seem cool from first glance already.”

“Eh, I wasn’t much back then.” (Name) drank from the chosen beverage Aether had bought for her. “You look somewhat familiar to me, if that helps?”

“Somewhat…” Aether jokingly sulked. “By the way, why did you move away?”

“Family stuff. Kind of moved around a lot, honestly. Then I just chose to move here again.”

“Wait, like actually here? I thought you were from Natlan since you worked there.”

“I moved here, applied to a job that takes a long time to get from here as a joke and got the job.” (Name) sighed. “I mean, pays well. And thanks to your mindscape, it’s doable.”

Aether deadpans at the (h/c)-haired female, who only laughed at the face. “Hey, it’s fun to skate around!”

Having approached a deserted playground, (Name) tugs Aether to the direction of the swings. Dusting away some snow that gathered on the seats, she took a seat on one while the blond took the other. With both drinks gone by now, (Name) rubbed her hands together from the lingering cold touch of the snow.

“See, I told you.” Aether removed the gloves and presented his palms. “Give it here.”

(Name) places her hands between Aether’s, the chains holding the swings creaking as she turns her body. Aether moved his hands lower to lose contact before a small fire erupts, hovering over his hands and under (Name)’s.

“You have a pyro vision? Cool.” (Name) looked pleased by the warmth. Aether chuckled. “It’s complicated.”

“… Seriously though, you look really really familiar.”

Aether looks up to find (Name) already looking at him intensely. He backed away by a miniscule distance, feeling the heat crawl back up his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe you were the cool one who didn't notice me.” (Name) winked, removing the serious and slightly romantic atmosphere between them. Aether snorted, freezing up as (Name) laughed at him.

“Hey—!”

The two’s short banter was interrupted by a strong, snow-filled breeze blowing against them. The fire on Aether’s palms diminished as they both shielded themselves from the snow.

“Yikes, it’s picking up now.”

Aether nods at the remark as he looks around. Crap, they were pretty far from his home. And most shops were closing by now.

“We need to go back before it gets worse.” (Name) stood up and pulled Aether up from the swing seat. “You live near?”

“Y-yup!”

“Liar. Close your eyes for me, yeah?”

Aether does as ordered, yelping as an arm hooked under his knees and behind his back, picking him up. With two loud clicks below, Aether could feel the cold nipping at his body as the wind rushed past. (Name) was skating, carrying him as the speed increased.

“Door, door… gonna need to use your head for this one, Aether. I’ll be quick.”

The sound of tires echoed through the blond’s head as he began to picture a… wooden door? Coming closer and closer. The knob twisted before (Name) grunts. Next thing he knew, they both crashed on a carpeted floor. Aether finally opens his eyes.

(Name) stood up, wobbling and closing the door behind her. Tapping on the heels of her shoes, the tires of the rollerblades retracted. She took off her shoes and donned on some slippers.

“Sorry for the bad landing. Make yourself at home.”

(Name) helped him up and dusted off some snow that gathered on Aether’s sweater and hair.

“…”

Aether looked up and brushed away some snow gathered on (Name)’s hair and clothing as well. Golden yellow eyes meet (e/c) ones, to which the female smiled at.

“The snow’s really picking up… would you like to stay the night? I don’t like having to send others out at such a bad weather.”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

Something furry curls around Aether’s leg. Both looked down to see a white persian cat, purring.

“Oh, kaede… I have two cats, by the way. Hope you don’t mind.”

(Name) stepped back, leaving the intimate scene for now. “Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?”

“You—r t-tea, thank you.” Aether gripped his arm to divert his embarrassment. (Name) raised a brow. “Really?”

“…Yeah, why?”

“Dunno… you seem more like a hot chocolate or coffee kind of guy. Then again, it’s night…”

“Hot…chocolate.” Aether chuckled sheepishly. “Um, sorry. I panicked.”

(Name) looked amused, nodding as she disappeared into another room. The blond’s eyes lingered on the doorway before he sunk into the couch.

“Your tea? What the hell…?!” Aether buried his face on the pillow. “This is so lame!”

After about a minute or so of sulking and wishing the couch would swallow him whole, Aether’s phone vibrated. Taking it out, he saw a message from Lumine asking where he’d gone. After sending her a message that he’d be gone for the night, he went back to facing a pillow.

Next thing he knew, a thick blanket was laid on his body, causing him to sit up and look at the female. (Name) held two cups of hot chocolate, melting marshmallows on top of the brown expanse.

“Kind of thought you passed out on me, honestly.”

“No, just wallowing.” Aether adjusted the blanket and scooted over to provide some space. He reached out for a cup and took a sip, sighing in relief at the warmth. (Name) sat down beside him with her own cup.

Aether scooted closer, laying the blanket on them both. (Name) leaned against him, sighing.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah.”

Aether could barely focus, having taken multiple sips and nearly burning his tongue to remind himself that he wasn’t dreaming. (Name) remained in the same position for a while longer before reaching out to the table and grabbing the remote, turning on the television.

Mindless noise from a drama movie went in on one ear and out the other for Aether as he leaned back comfortably.

“Sorry. I didn’t know the weather would pick up this quickly tonight.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t either, yet I still suggested we go out tonight.” (Name) assured, taking a sip of the hot drink. “Look on the bright side though, not the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

“Hah…” Aether let out a short laugh. “How low is the bar, exactly?”

“Ahem. This was actually pretty fun.” (Name) avoided the question and chuckled, looking to the side to meet Aether’s eyes. “For a date-slash-doesn’t-need-to-be-a-date, just-a-hang-out thing.”

Neither backed away at the surprisingly small distance. (E/c) eyes returned the same intensity that made Aether’s heart palpitate. Television and drinks forgotten, (Name) hums.

“… Sorry, do you want me to back away?”

“No. Do you want to back away?”

“No.”

“Good.”

As the noises from the television blurred, Aether found himself leaning in. Seeing the signal, (Name) does the same until their lips meet. Using his free hand, Aether cups the female’s cheeks to stabilize. With closed eyes, slight twinkling was heard around the both of them until they eventually pulled away. Neither of them looked elsewhere.

“Sparks…” Aether murmurs. (Name) blinked once. Then twice, then shifts her gaze at the small sparks hovering around them. She looked… less dazed and more confused.

“… Sparks? What…?”

“You… didn’t feel it too?” Aether’s expression drops, expression bearing semblance to a kicked puppy.

“No no. I… felt something but…” She reached out to one of the twinkling lights, dissipating as soon as she touched it. “Sparks are real?”

The two moved away from each other as (Name) clutched the cup and Aether leaned close in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“… Nothing’s wrong. I just thought people… were joking with me with these sparks fly crap. It’s my first time actually feeling it for myself, you know?” She looked sheepish. “Man, I owe so many people apologies.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Aether waited with baited breath for the response. Much to his relief, (Name) shook her head.

“No, no. It’s… good. Really good.”

“Would you maybe…wanna kiss again?”

#checkpointae #genshin impact #aether #aether au #genshin au #genshin modern au #genshin aether #aether x reader #aether x you #genshin #genshin fic #—akibuki

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marsmarvel02 · 3 months ago

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Dive Olly Dive incorrect quotes: Compilation edition

Dr. Kate: If anyone has a question, they can ask now. Soak: Is the S or the C silent in Scent? Dr. Kate: If anyone has a question related to our expedition today, they can ask now.

Dirk, being forced to apologize to Olly and Beth: I want to apologize for the awful true things I've said constantly.

Olly: Would you please stop staring dramatically off into the distance while I'm talking to you? Soak: [staring dramatically off into the distance] I don't know what you're talking about.

Dr. Kate, going over Soak's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Soak: Yes! Dr. Kate: Okay! May I know what you create? Olly, swimming by: Problems.

[Olly's first meeting with the Glaken] Olly: Everyone thought you were a myth. Glaken: Well, you were myth-taken.

Soak: ‘Tis but a scratch. Olly: A scratch? Your arm’s off! Soak: No, it isn’t. Olly: Well, what’s that, then? *points to Soak’s metal arm lying on the seabed* Soak: I’ve had worse. Olly, not wanting to find out if the last part is true or not: Come on, let's get you to Shankley.

Soak: Why does everyone always assume I’m going to do something stupid? Beth, under her breath: It saves time.

Soak, to himself: What if mayonaise came in cans? Soak, to himself: That would suck, because cans aren’t microwaveable.

Olly: Stop setting things on fire because you’re curious about what will happen. what will happen is fire. Soak: but what if, something else happen. just this 1 time Olly: *double take* Wait, how did you do that? We're underwater!

Dr. Kate (after giving the subs a lecture): Does anyone have any questions- BIOLOGY RELATED QUESTIONS? Soak: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther again?

Soak: I just spontaneously learned how to embroider at three in the morning. Soak: I also almost burned the house down in the process. Don't ask me how, it's a long story.

Beth: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. Soak: Okay, but in my defense, Skid bet me five bucks that I couldn’t drink all that shampoo. Beth: That's not what I--? Beth: YOU DRANK SHAMPOO!?

Soak: What if I pour coffee in my cereal instead of milk? Beth: *taking the coffee pot as she walks by* What if you don't?

Soak: The bottle said ‘caution extremely flammable’ so that was my motivation.

UMA: Do you want some advice? Olly: No. UMA: Kind of makes me want to give it to you even more.

Soak: If no one comes from the future to stop me from doing it, then how bad of a decision can it really be?

Ranger: Why did the can-crusher quit his job? Olly: Why? Ranger: Because it was ‘soda’ depressing! Olly: Soak, whispering: Is he always like this? Olly, whispering: Yes.

Soak: Maybe if I... Beth: Careful, Soak! Remember the last time you "maybe if I'd? They had to call in the Coast Guard. Soak: I know! I got to hold a grenade launcher!

Soak: I'm the kind of guy that likes to think things through. Beth: Since when? I once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

Soak's philosophy: Trial and error, but mostly error. Like a cargo-ship-load of error.

Soak: There are three ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Soak way. Olly: Isn’t that the wrong way? Soak: Yeah, but faster!

Soak: So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Beth: Soak that’s NOT how you bake cookies! Soak: FLOOR IT? Beth: NO Soak: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND Beth: SOAK YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN Soak: I’M GOING TO HARNESS THE SUN TO MAKE COOKIES

Soak: Don’t panic, I’m in charge here. Everyone: THAT’S WHY WE’RE PANICKING!

Soak: You know what would be a great idea? Olly: The opposite of whatever you're about to say?

Soak: Why am I not a banana? Olly, with a waterproof biology book: Because your genetic code dictates that you are a submarine. However, it should please you to know that you share 50-60% of your DNA with a banana. Soak: Thanks, Olly. Soak: Are you telling me that some people are 10% more banana than other people? Beth, shouting from the distance: We're machines, we don't have DNA!

(As always, Soak belongs tp @kylievershion)

#dive olly dive #dive olly dive!#dive olly dive incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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lilmissasap · 2 years ago

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stars in the sky- phora + jhene aiko

trope: fluff, s/o mick for the idea in my ask box smooches

sum slight

warnings: grammarly hates me, reader has trouble sleeping bc i said so (i’ve had so much trouble falling asleep idk why), no use of pronouns but use of mama, ma, n mami, idk how much i like it but im outa slump so yay, lmk if i missed anything

published: august 15, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.3k ish

reader is black-coded like always

stay in the state of the greatest bliss

Miles’ room was dark. Well, dark-ish. He tried though, pulling the curtains all the way shut, turning off the light in his room and the hallway, but the afternoon sun still gently weaved its way through the fibers of his curtains.

“What’s the point of this, Miles?”

“To get you to try and sleep,”

“It's four in the afternoon,”

“Naptime,”

“What?”

“Just try, mama, okay?”

You’d never been a good sleeper and usually stayed awake while Miles fell asleep in your arms, that was how it usually went. Even more so when he came to your window late at night after his Prowler duties, those visits mainly consisted of cleaning any wounds or scratches, on occasion giving him stitches, helping him change, and kissing the top of his head when he inevitably dozed off on your chest. You were usually up then anyway, it was a fun addition to your nighttime routine. Miles had only begun to worry about your sleeping patterns when you fell asleep at 9 am while you were over his, watching a telenovela with Mrs. Morales. Gently nudging you awake after the telenovela marathon at about 1 that afternoon, he fell into the pattern of observing your moods. Most of which during the day consisted of you constantly being tired, and yawning, but somehow always getting school work done that assisted in your straight A’s. At first, he assumed that it was just you putting too much pressure on yourself to perform, but when he realized these patterns continued well into school breaks, he started to worry.

He had started to realize that every time he came to your window after his Prowler work, you were up anyway, reading, writing, drawing, or pretty much any activity you could get your hands on. Again, at first, he thought this was endearing, and went as far as getting puzzles for you after he had interrupted the puzzle on the floor when he gently knocked on your window. And so a much-needed conversation ensued the morning after.

“Ma, I’m worried about you,”

“For why Miles?” You turn your attention away from the mirror where you’re laying your baby hair down.

“Ian never seen you sleep,”

“So?”

“Do you sleep?”

“Yeah, I just have some trouble with it is all,”

“I don’t make you sleepy?”

“You make me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed, and loved, but no Miles, you don’t make me sleepy,”

He huffed, falling back onto your duvet.

“What's wrong papá?”

“I’m worried about you,”

“Sueñito, you don’t need to be worried about me,”

“You fall asleep when most people would be awake starting their days, almost always during the first and second period, mama, that's not normal,”

“Maybe I’m just sleepy in general,” You were beginning to get defensive then, why did he care if you were tired usually?

He sighed then, rubbing his eyes and urging himself out of your bed. He didn’t want to fight with you, he never wanted to fight with you, so he had just decided to leave it alone then. However, the very same conversation was repeated about two weeks later. The two of you were walking home, as school had gotten out early that day, and you had slowly begun to slump onto Miles’ shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“Ma?” There was a twinge of concern in his voice, it was barely even noon, is it normal to be this tired? “You okay?”

“‘m just tired,” You yawn, still clawing at your eyes.

“It’s 11:45,”

“So?”

“Mama,” he knew you were just being stubborn, but he also knew you didn’t want to admit that you had a problem sleeping. You didn’t like to ask for help, you tried to get things right on your own, and you usually did. “Be honest.”

“Fine,” you forced out, shame tugging at your cheeks, and Miles knew exactly what you meant by that

“Thank you,”

And so, the two of you were here, in this moment.

“Please? Just try for me,”

You huff plopping onto his mattress.

“Now what?”

“We wait,”

“Oh, joy,”

whenever i’m in your atmosphere

The two of you had been lying, in the dark, for about an hour and a half. Naturally, the sun was slowly beginning to set, hence dimming the light in his room.

At this point, you were fighting sleep. It’s not like you didn’t feel exhausted all the fucking time, it’s that you had this mental block in your head. It’s like when you’re so tired but you can’t manage to fall asleep, like someone is forcing your eyes open. It’s hell, and it frustrates you, makes you want to scream and cry and essentially just throw a tantrum. Not that you’d ever admit it, but you feel so powerless, so out of control. A sigh mixed with anger, frustration, and disappointment breezes through your lips as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“Uh uh ma, don’t do that,” he whispers, gently pushing your hands away from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working,” you whine. “I turn seventeen in a year and I can’t even sleep right,”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not that serious,”

“I’m so tired, Miles,” you mumble, tears poking at your eyes.

“Amor, I know it’s frustrating, okay? I know how much you love to be in control and I get that, but this is so bad for you,”

“I know,”

“So can we try? Just one more time?”

“Yeah,”

“Do you want like, some kind of noise?”

“Can you just talk?”

“Yeah. I can do that,”

And he does. He talks about anything and everything, all while staring at you, your body pressed against him, your face angled upwards at him. Your full lips slightly parted in a little ‘o’ as your big brown eyes ogle up at him. To a lot of people, everything he’s saying would seem pretty mundane, but the way his voice soothes you is something different. His voice is calm, cool, and collected, his nuyo accent ever so prominent.

You’re not sure just how much time passes until you slowly begin to get groggy, your eyes heavy. Miles, obviously, takes notice and brings his voice down to a whisper.

“Dad woulda been so happy I met you, ma,”

Your movements are thick as syrup, you nod, trying to open your eyes more so he knows that he has your full attention.

“No no no, don’t do that,” he whispers, running a hand over your eyes, forcing them to droop lazily once again.

“Jus wan’ you to know ‘m listening” you slur, languidly clutching his wrist. The point of this action? You didn’t know, but you held onto him anyway.

“You’re always listening, Ian gotta worry bout that.” He mumbles, softly stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. His hands are calloused and rough, but they’re always soft and gentle, making sure to love every curve of you. As your eyes begin to wilt close, he delicately traces your cupid bow, in response to which your lightly freckle-kissed nose scrunches, your brows tightly knitting themselves together. With a quiet laugh, he gently runs his fingers over your eyebrows, desperately trying to relax your face, to which you hum tiredly in response.

“Kiss?”

“Mmmm,” you groan, fatigue finally catching up to you, in affirmation. Taking the hint, he kisses you- your cheeks, chin, jaw, everywhere– peppering light butterfly kisses all over your face. Gently, you sigh and fully close your eyes, your head relaxing into the pillow. Smiling, he brushes gentle kisses onto both of your eyelids and then your nose. Cradling your head into his chest he kisses the bonnet covering your hair, inhaling the scent of hair product and oil, the scent of you, something he adored in a way that words couldn’t describe.

“Sleep, princesa.”

i’m so glad that i got you, you’re my dream come true <3

a/n: everyone say thank u mick @lunarfleur

taglist: @hiimayee @masaidabest @lunarfleur @zo3ez @miguellover6969 @[email protected] (idk if this person is on tumblr or not but hey!) @nagi3seastorm @kombuuuu

reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

p.s. taglist form in my masterlist as well as my spam lmao

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thesimscurator · 1 year ago

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For Rent Update to Career World is Live!

The For Rent update to Career World is here! Before I link it, though, a quick:

CAUTION: There is a serious bug in the game right now that causes irreversible save file corruption. The causes of it are unclear, but it seems to have something to do with residential rentals. I actually GOT this bug while doing this update, and had to scrap two weeks’ worth of work on the update and start over completely from scratch by downloading the previous version of Career World from my own Tumblr—because once it’s in, it can’t be fixed. Luckily, I did not get it on the second attempt (I checked obsessively as I was going), but I don’t know: A) why I got it the first time, B) why I didn’t get it the second time, or C) how to prevent it from happening again in the future.

Because of this, I have not opted to overwrite the previous version of the save file with the new version as I usually do. Until this bug is fixed (please go click “Me Too” on the bug report, it’ll encourage the devs to give this more attention), I want people to have the option to play with or without rental residential lots, knowing that there may be more risk of save file corruption by playing the version with rental residentials. To be clear: neither of these two versions of Career World is currently corrupted. I have uploaded clean saves for you to download. But since I don’t know what triggers the bug, the save may become corrupted as you play, and it looks like this is marginally more likely to occur in the version that has been updated to incorporate For Rent. You will know you have triggered the corruption if you begin to see exclamation points over lots instead of the usual lot identification symbols.

If you get this bug as you play, do not save your game! And perhaps even more importantly, do not close the save you were just playing and click into another; exit the game entirely. There is some evidence that this can spread from one save file to another if you play several save files in the same session. There is, I repeat, no fix for this. The only thing you can do with a corrupted save is restore old versions until you find one that doesn’t have the corruption yet. In the case of Career World, you can always come back to this page and re-download a clean copy from this website.

That was the important info for everybody, but for a few players, I must also give the usual . . .

IMPORTANT MOD NOTE: If you use Frankk’s Language Barriers mod, you must download and install the latest version of that mod before opening the save file in order to retain language data for Tomaru, the newest language.

OK, now that we’ve covered the important need-to-knows, here are links to:

Career World updated for For Rent

Career World only updated as far as Horse Ranch—i.e. without any content from For Rent

Both are also now linked in the main post.

Phew! Alright, now we can get to the details of:

What’s New?

Rental residentials, of course! The thing to know about them first off: there is another, far more minor bug in the game right now that hard-codes the names of all rental residential lot types as whatever EA originally called the lot rather than any new names the player might have given that lot. So, many of the existing apartment buildings—which used to have names that told you what they were, like “Sunny Retirement Village” or “FutureSim Employee Housing”—have reverted to having unchangeable informationless names, or worse: misleading and defunct names, like the house with a basement rental in Britechester that has gone back to being called “Pepper’s Pub” even though I moved Pepper’s Pub and it already has that exact name on a totally separate lot (ditto for the now-duplicated “Thebe Estate”). This is a mess. I will fix it if they ever change this bug/feature/whatever it is, but at the moment, please know that rental residentials have weird names that I can’t change, and the real identity of the building is probably buried several clicks deep in the unit descriptions.

In order to combat this somewhat for players who are willing to read these Tumblr updates, here’s a list of rental residentials with specific gameplay identities that I think should be more obvious than they are with the locked lot names:

Special Rental Residentials:

1) The apartment building on the FutureSim campus (Mirage Canyon) in Oasis Springs is employee housing for employees of FutureSim Labs (the scientist career employer), or its subsidiaries Obscure Logistics (the engineering employer) and Rainy Day Entertainment (the tech guru employer), and their families. If you do not have a scientist, engineer, or tech guru in the family, you are not eligible to move into these apartments.

2) The trailer park in Bedrock Strait in Oasis Springs is a retirement community. We don’t want any young whipper-snappers here, nor any of these go-getter old folks who still work and will just remind us of the daily grind we’re trying to forget. Don’t even dream of moving here unless you are 1) an elder, and 2) retired. And no live-in children or grandchildren, either! If you can’t remember the golden age of landlines, find somewhere else to live!

3) I did a little playtesting of the solar farm in Oasis Springs for this version of the save file, and discovered that A) you couldn’t even get to any of the solar panels to maintain them the way this was originally set up, and B) it wasn’t actually possible to make money from selling electricity—the lot value was too high relative to the payback from the solar panels. But, I discovered, it is possible to have the electric payback exceed your bills if the lot is changed to a rental residential with the living quarters set as the one and only unit and the solar farm itself as common area. So that’s what I did: I fixed the solar panels so you can access them, and set the place as a rental with only one unit. You can now functionally play as a solar plant operator. And of course, the Landgraabs are your landlords. They do own the whole electric utility, after all. (This is also now true for the power plant in Evergreen Harbor and the hill house/micro wind farm in the Windslar neighborhood of Windenburg.)

4) The cluster of huts at the top of the hill in Sulani’s Ohan’ali Town is an eco-living commune that blends traditional Sulani ways of life with new green technologies. Residents live in separate off-the-grid huts with little more than bedrooms and kitchens, powered by the commune’s on-site solar panels, windmills, solar hot water heaters, and dew collectors. In the collective space, however, you’ll find a thriving taro patch, a communal art studio, game tables, a full bar, a small basketball court, chickens and insects to raise, a roadside stand for selling the commune’s produce and crafts, and lots of opportunities to interact with fellow members of this intentional community. One of the huts is generally reserved for students on study abroad who have come to learn about Sulani culture through this communal living experience—see the List of Study Abroad Opportunities (now updated for Tomarang!) for details.

5) The defunct motel in StrangerVille was bought for an almost-literal song by an eclectic throuple of artists who are very flexible about making changes proposed by tenants. Currently, all the former hotel rooms are just in the state they were when the place was a hotel, but if you move in here and want to—say—combine two units into a larger, single unit like they have done with their own, they’d be open to that. If you want to add a rooftop space to your top-floor unit, or even create some kind of wonky townhouse by linking two units that are directly above one another with a rooftop space, they’re open to that, too. If you want to install blackout curtains over all the windows, paper the walls with conspiracy-theory notes, and run secret experiments in your former hotel room, go nuts! They’ll really let you do just about anything. All you need to do is play as the owners for a minute to change these things before moving your sim in.

6) The big house where Pepper’s Pub originally was in Britechester is just that—a big house. They rent out their converted basement to university students, but this isn’t really an apartment building. The understanding with this one is that whoever lives in the above-ground house portion will always be the property owner and not just a renter—and in order to make this true, I have had to add an owning family to that section of the property, which means the college administrator Jade Rosa has been house-sitting for all this time has returned! You now have the option to dive right in to professoring or college administration with the new family that now lives there (thanks to Ivelle_creates for making the couple).

7) Both the large piazza in Tartosa where the Thebe Estate used to be, AND the apartment building at Ro Kaya Rockside in Tomarang, are mixed-use areas with commercial establishments on the ground floor (and sometimes into the upper floors) with apartments above. This is not exactly possible yet in The Sims 4, but several of the businesses are still usable—you can buy wedding dresses off the mannequins in the Tartosan bridal shop, for example, because that gameplay is tied to the mannequin object and not the lot type. Mostly, however, these commercial areas are designed with gameplay as their associated workers in mind, allowing you to live in an apartment but do work tasks in one of the on-site businesses (EX: be a cosmotologist who works in the on-lot salon).

(And a quick sidenote on the piazza in Tartosa: there is the potential for A TREMENDOUS NUMBER of apartment units on this lot. I have only designated the three that are occupied as actual units for now, because I was already running up against the per-save-file unit limit, but if you want to move your own sim in, just pick whichever of the many empty spaces suits your fancy, create the perfect apartment for your sim, and designate it as a new unit. Or, if you are really into furnishing/interior decoration and you want to turn this into basically an entire town, you can just bulldoze the existing rental residentials in other worlds, use the bb.increaserentalunitcap on cheat to allow yourself all the space you need, and go to literal town.)

8) Tam Nang Sands in Tomarang is a resort hotel. The place is set up for short-term rentals only, and is really meant to be played from the property owner perspective, to create a faux active career as a hotel manager. While it is possible to play from the tenant perspective and “stay here” on “vacation,” the game does not register it as a vacation and will make you sell your current residence in order to move here. I don’t really recommend doing that unless you live with someone else and are planning on going on vacation without them; then you can use the “split household” feature to send part of your household for a temporary stay while the other part of the household holds down the fort. If the Sims team ever release an honest-to-goodness hotel system, I will update this, but in the meantime this is better played as the manager.

9) Isda Riverfront in Tomarang is the site of the Linh family compound. While most Tomarani people have abandoned this traditional mode of housing the entire extended family in a walled compound with central courtyard and a special family spirit house, the Linh family is determined to stick to it, no matter how many foreigners marry in. And that, of course, means that unless you’re marrying in, you may not move here. Marry in or be born in, that’s the deal.

10) The colonial mansion on the former site of The Screaming Gecko in Tomarang has been set “for rent” so it can be used as a private second home by a wealthy sim. One of the new and unique things the rental system now allows us to do is have sims own multiple homes and just swap between them at will; all you have to do is set all the homes you want to own as residential rental lots, assign all the rooms to a single unit in each, and then buy all the homes as a property owner. Since property owners pay no rent to live in a property they own, voila! You can live that snowbird life and just move to Tomarang when you get tired of winter, then move back to your original house (or any other vacation homes you own) when you need a change of scenery. I seriously considered having Judith Ward buy this house, since there is text in the tiger sanctuary about her having a particular connection to it, but ultimately decided I wanted you, the player, to have the opportunity to buy this with whatever sim you’re playing—whether Judith Ward herself or any other. And bonus, you can actually use this method to play out tax-evasion-by-the-wealthy storylines, because the property taxes on a big, expensive mansion that you own outright are astronomical, but taxes on “rental” properties you “manage” is just a flat $50 per unit per day, which is often far less than what you would have been paying on an owned house. This pack introduced lots of new paths to crime, for rich and poor alike!

All in all, there are 22 rental residentials in the save file now, with a total of 90 units (so you have 10 to play around with still!), the overwhelming majority of which are just empty and waiting for you to select and move your own sims in. If you choose to live in one of these buildings and want to have more neighbors, just move a few in from the gallery or elsewhere in the save.

And a quick note about a choice I didn’t make: I have not split any of the boarding houses in Copperdale into separate units for different students, because having a whole bunch of high school students with common interests in the same household is what allows you to control them as a group at the school and have them engage in active club activities together. This was half the point of creating the boarding-house system for Copperdale in the first place, so they are always going to be giant, unwieldy households full of sims. Embrace the challenge! You can play single high school students in any old save file. The same goes for the three movie set households added in the last update: all those sims need to be in the same household and simultaneously controllable for the gameplay to function correctly, so they have not been subdivided.

Tomarang Makeover:

As with some previous worlds, I’ve tried to lean in to the differing neighborhood identities by making Morensong bustling, crowded-together, modern, and rundown, while Koh Sahpa has a much more chill, spread-out, traditional, and upscale vibe. Morensong is overrun with street cats (i.e. it has “cat hangout” as a neighborhood trait), while Koh Sahpa has “peace and quiet” as its neighborhood trait. Both neighborhoods of Tomarang, however, have “mold” as a world challenge, because the air is just so heavy with moisture—the only exceptions to this are lots with absolutely no indoor space whatsoever, and therefore sufficient airflow to prevent mold growth. But if there’s an interior, there’s going to be mold.

The limited number of lots presented a challenge for filling Morensong with businesses and activities, but I think I did pretty well, considering. Its four lots are split half-and-half between residential and community, but one of the residentials is a mixed-use building with businesses on the ground floor, including a functional street market where you can play as a vendor if you’re living in the building. And I managed to pack quite a lot into the two community lots, as well! The one currently set as a thrift and bubble tea shop can have its lot type changed to karaoke bar, bar, lounge, or nightclub at will, depending on which spaces you want to focus on, what events you’d like thrown there, etc. And for the other lot, simmers made so many wonderful and creative alternatives to the bland national park that I couldn’t pick just one, so I picked four. I have turned this into one of the Eco Lifestyle four-in-one community space lots, with each of its states a completely different venue by a different simmer. If you want to keep it as a botanical garden, just leave it on the “community garden” state and you will have a fuller version with actual plants for your sims to tend (all flowers and tropical plants), spirit houses, and a picnic area—great if you’re playing as a botanist or a florist. If you’re some kind of vendor who doesn’t live at Ro Kaya Rockside and you want a more playable version of the night market, just set it to “marketplace” and now you’ll have easily editable stands at which to sell your wares. If you want a community center with tons to do, set it to “makerspace,” and if you’re looking for a non-rabbit-hole temple / Tomarani wedding venue, set it to “community space.”

In Koh Sahpa, I played around a bit with the new career and lifestyle possibilities unlocked by the new rental residential venue type. Three of the five lots out here are rental residentials, but none of the three are classic apartment buildings or townhouses like you’ll find in Morensong. One is a luxury hotel, where playing as the property owner means keeping the guests happy and the place in tip-top shape with very short leases and lots of rules. Another is a traditional family compound, where your “tenants” (or your “landlord,” depending on which household you’re playing) are actually your family members, and the point is to do lots of gathering and socializing in the common space, throw potlucks every night to represent big family dinners, and all pitch in to help when a maintenance or emergency event hits. In this “rental,” there are no rules and the leases are basically forever. The final “rental” is only marked as a rental residential to enable you to buy it as a second home—once you’ve purchased it, all you have to do is turn your own home into a rental residential and you can move between your two houses at will. In addition to these rental residentials, a straight-up vacation rental and a spa round out the primarily vacation-oriented neighborhood of Koh Sahpa.

Of course, this is a career-focused save, so a lot of the choices I made with Tomarang’s lots—like the ones described above—were career driven. But identifying careers for Tomarang was a bit tricky. For Rent certainly came with new ways to make money, a new part-time career, and several interesting gameplay features that fold particularly well into existing careers . . . but interestingly, none of these new features were particularly location-specific. You can be a landlord or a handyperson anywhere, and the same goes for blackmail or break-ins. So while I made many additions to the Career Chart as a result of this pack, none of these new career options are limited to Tomarang. Instead, Tomarang has joined the lists of especially good places to pursue several other pre-existing careers, like fisherman (I mean, those waters!).

That said, I did make Tomarang an especially great spot to pursue anything that jives well with vending your wares at the Night Market (and the many extensions to it I added), so being a freelance crafter, artist, food stall owner, fisherman, gardener, florist, jeweler, or anything else that consists primarily of making or collecting small items to sell will be particularly rewarding when playing in Tomarang. I had also listed a new ministry of labor career as a masseur back when the Spa Day refresh came out, but never had much of a dedicated space for it. Now, with Tomarang, I decided to lean into the well-regarded tradition of Thai massage by including three different venues of varying quality where your masseur sim can give commercial massage in this world: a seedy downmarket massage parlor on the Ro Kaya Rockside lot, a mid-tier venue at the historical spa in downtown Koh Sahpa, and an upscale open-air massage area at the four-star Tam Nang Sands Resort Hotel. Plus, there’s a private massage room in the colonial mansion, so if you’re playing as a massage therapist and someone moves in there, feel free to invite yourself over and charge them for private massage services.

On the subject of things at Ro Kaya Rockside being seedy, I chose the building I did for that lot because the builder, eenitmartini (Matinee on YouTube—go check her out!) made this absolutely fantastic criminal lair/hideout/underground nightclub as part of her building, so all credit to her for the fact that there is now an “Illegal Gambling Ring” club in this save file, hosted at Ro Kaya Rockside and open only to criminals, secret agents, and undercover cops. This means that, while not exclusive, Tomarang is also now an especially good place to be a criminal—which is great, because the For Rent pack enabled me to create a plethora of new specialties within the criminal career, including things like “B&E specialist” and “blackmailer” (see the Career Chart for details).

As usual, I have also used the T.O.O.L. mod to add extra activities to the open parts of the world—most notably, I added several extra stalls to the night market, so you can play there as a vendor. You’ll note that most of them do not have sales tables/food stalls at the front of the tent; this is because, as I was testing, I discovered that you can’t actually sell anything using these objects unless the game knows you own them, so you’ll have to bring your own and place it from your sim’s inventory for these spaces to be functional. There are two that are already complete: Alon Sadya’s food stall in the main part of the market, and Chánh Linh’s fish stall on the other side of the buildings, over near the public toilets. These stalls are completely functional for these individuals, but will not be for anyone else unless you have the owners remove those key objects so you can replace them with others that belong to your active household.

Townie Updates:

Vanesha Cahyaputri, poster child for the pack and model landlord, is now running a four-star hotel in Koh Sahpa! She has quite the job trying to keep her little sister from breaking into people’s hotel rooms to snoop, in addition to keeping the buffet table stocked with local delicacies, making drinks for guests and offering them massages when they emerge from their rooms, and of course keeping up with maintenance and bookings.

The extended members of the Linh-Sadya clan now live in a traditional Tomerani family compound that has allowed me to split them into three households instead of two. They routinely throw big potluck-style family dinners in their shared courtyard. The elder patriarchs have both retired from their more demanding careers and are now in relaxing part-time jobs that cater to their interests—namely, fisherman for Chánh (complete with functional night market food stall!) and handyperson for Arturo. Their elder daughter Liên and her husband Alon both work in Morensong, where Liên makes over sims at the salon at Ro Kaya Rockside and Alon runs a night market street grill. Auntie Thi is still a secret agent, but as part of her work she has now infiltrated an illegal gambling ring in Morensong and is trying to uncover secrets at their weekly poker night. She also adopted a new cat, Bub II, a toyger who is a smaller, more approachable version of the tigers that are Tomarang’s special animal. All members of the extended Linh family now know learnable recipes for Vietnamese and Selvadoradian dishes, reflecting their mixed heritage.

The Bun Ma family have established themselves as fixtures at Ro Kaya Rockside, Morensong’s shadier district. Bua runs a hole-in-the-wall noodle soup place, Nin gives massage at various locations around Tomarang, and Kasem runs the illegal gambling ring under the building that Thi has infiltrated—in between break-ins and expert hacking of various trust funds. Yes, you wouldn’t expect it from the sweet-faced young father of an adorable toddler, but that’s part of what makes him such an effective criminal.

But wait, there’s more! A few sims outside of Tomarang have also been updated:

Eliza Pancakes has become much more investigative since becoming a cop. Some people might even call her nosy. Kasem had better hope she never uncovers any of his secrets.

Katrina Caliente took the scads of money she has gotten from selling expensive Selvadoradian artifacts to museums, bought the other three condos in her building, knocked the whole building down, and built a modern desert villa for herself, her two daughters, her dog, and whatever boy toy she’s currently entertaining (still Don, at the moment). She was tired of sharing space, and there are more than enough apartments in Oasis Springs, anyway.

Geoffrey Landgraab got tired of playing secret agent and has returned to what he really always has been: an electric company mogul who owns and operates power plants around the worlds. It’s up to him to fill job vacancies in these plants by “hiring” onsite managers, keeping them happy, and handling maintenance on the plants. What is more, at the same time that he realized he was only fooling himself about the secret agent thing, he also realized he was only fooling himself about being family-oriented, because let’s face it: he disowned one of his sons, the other one is evil, and his wife is a criminal. Instead, he has decided to focus his love and attention outward to the world by re-branding himself as a generous philanthropist. He now regularly attends charity benefit parties, gives to online charities, says yes to anyone who calls him asking for a donation, volunteers his time, and will even go on sprees where he goes around just handing money to random sims on the street. Good thing he has so much that he could live off just investments for the rest of his life.

SimTube star Dustin Broke is running out of material. His jokes, memes, and dances have gotten a little dated. Over time, he has become—well—cringe.

Judith Ward has adopted a tiger (and given a boatload more money to the tiger sanctuary, besides!), as per her lore in the new pack. Her in-house handyman is also now in the actual handyperson career. It’s good to be the queen!

The university administrator who had Jade Rosa house-sitting for so long has returned from the family vacation she took to Tartosa to show her kids their father’s homeland. The family is now happily reinstalled in their big fancy Britechester home, back to work as Dean of Admissions and adjunct art professor, respectively, at the University of Britechester, and back to charging Jade rent for her basement apartment underneath their house. If you’re looking to play either of the advanced branches of the Education career, they are now an option.

The group of salarypersons I downloaded originally as unhoused NPCs in order to give Kado Akiyama some co-workers to do karaoke with have now moved into houses on his own street! While I left most units empty in the places I converted to rental residentials, I did feel kinda weird about leaving an entire street’s worth of stand-alone houses empty except for the Akiyama family—it was just a little too post-apocalyptic for my taste. So since I already had this Mt.Komorebi-based club, I figured I’d turn its other members into neighbors and integrate them into the community a little more.

For users of Frankk’s Language Barriers mod, which is a supported mod in this save file, I have updated the native languages of some previously-existing townies for the new inclusion of Tomaru. Before this pack came out, I used Komorebigo as the stand-in for all languages originating from Eastern Asia writ large—now, I have separated it out into Komorebigo for East Asian languages (not only Japanese but also Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, Mongolian, etc.) and Tomaru for Southeast Asian languages (Vietnamese, Thai, Tagalog, Malay, etc.). So now, for example, the Filipino sim Jules Rico, who shipped with the Eco Lifestyle expansion, is natively bilingual in Simlish and Tomaru (previously, I’d had him set as natively bilingual in Simlish and Komorebigo). So there have been a few alterations to townies like that. I hope to get to do more updates like this in the future as the Sims team diversifies the worlds on offer and Frankk—who absolutely makes my game with this beautiful mod—continues to expand the language offerings of the Sims universe.

Other stuff that has changed:

I took that excellent new object that looks like a “for sale” sign and stuck it outside every unoccupied house in this save file. I just thought it was a nice touch.

While I was working on this update, I saw a YouTube video that reminded me what a great object the photo booth from High School Years was, and realized I was under-utilizing it. I have now gone back and scattered several more of these around, ensuring that each world has at least one photo booth somewhere. Thanks, lilsimsie!

Pressure cookers and kettles have been strategically added in places where I thought they were needed.

A few of the more run-down houses have the new “maintenance” lot challenge—and some have mold, as well!

I realized there was nowhere to get nectar in Tartosa (a serious oversight), so I scattered a bunch of bottles around the public areas of the large piazza that is the local rental residential in Porto Luminoso. They are just debug bottles and nothing special—for that, you’re going to have to help Hugo Villareal restart Tartosa’s defunct nectar-making business. I’m sure his bottles will be better than the debug ones.

All this updating took me into spring, so seasonal lots (including prom!) have been updated.

That’s it for this update! When you don’t randomly get the corruption bug, it’s actually quite enjoyable. I had a ton of fun doing all the building conversions and playtesting, and I hope you’ll have fun playing, too!

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