#Emergency Courier

[cresswelltransportation]

Efficiency Redefined: Same Day Courier Services Transforming Deliveries in the UK

In the fast-paced world we live in, the demand for swift and reliable delivery services has never been more crucial. Businesses and individuals alike seek solutions that can bridge the gap between urgency and convenience. The United Kingdom, in particular, has witnessed a surge in the popularity of same day courier services, offering a plethora of options to meet the diverse needs of customers. Let’s delve into the world of expedited deliveries and explore how these services are redefining the logistics landscape.Same Day Courier Service UK

Same Day Delivery Service in the UK:

The advent of Same Day Courier Services in the UK has been a game-changer for those who value time as a critical commodity. Whether it’s a last-minute business document, a vital parcel, or a forgotten item, the same day delivery service ensures that your package reaches its destination promptly and efficiently.

Same Day and Next Day Courier Services in the UK:

Same Day and Next Day Courier Services provide flexibility for businesses and individuals alike. With the option to choose between immediate or next-day delivery, customers can tailor their shipping needs to align with their specific requirements. This flexibility has proven invaluable for industries where time-sensitive deliveries are the norm.

European Same Day Courier:

The reach of these courier services extends beyond the UK, with European Same Day Courier services connecting businesses across borders. This international dimension adds a layer of convenience for companies with global operations, enabling them to meet tight deadlines and maintain a seamless supply chain.

Urgent Courier Service and Emergency Courier:

When urgency is of the essence, services like Urgent Courier and Emergency Courier step in to save the day. Whether it’s a medical delivery, time-sensitive legal documents, or any other critical item, these services prioritize speed and reliability, ensuring that emergencies are addressed promptly.

Next Day Delivery and Bespoke Courier & Relocation Services:

For less time-sensitive deliveries, Next Day Delivery services offer a balance between speed and cost-effectiveness. On the other hand, Bespoke Courier & Relocation Services cater to the unique needs of businesses and individuals who require tailored solutions for house or office removals. These services provide a stress-free experience, handling the logistics of relocation with efficiency and care.

Exhibition & Event Courier and Dedicated Courier Service:

The events and exhibitions industry relies heavily on precision and timing. Exhibition & Event Courier services specialize in transporting materials for events, ensuring that everything arrives on schedule. Dedicated Courier Service takes this commitment a step further, offering exclusive and focused attention to a single client, ensuring their deliveries receive the priority they deserve.

Secure Courier Service and Business Relocation Services:

Security is paramount when it comes to sensitive deliveries. Secure Courier Services employ advanced measures to safeguard valuable or confidential items during transit. Business Relocation Services, on the other hand, cater to the evolving needs of businesses looking to relocate, providing comprehensive solutions to ensure a smooth transition.

In conclusion, the Same Day Courier Services in the UK have become the backbone of modern logistics, offering a diverse range of options to meet the demands of a dynamic market. From urgent deliveries to bespoke relocation services, these couriers are transforming the way businesses and individuals approach their shipping needs. As the logistics landscape continues to evolve, these services are likely to play an even more integral role in ensuring the seamless flow of goods and information across the UK and beyond.

Find out us : 7, Halifax HX1 1DD, United Kingdom

[amarithecat]

Ulysses:

Ulysses: You LOST the DETONATOR?

Conspicuously-detonator-shaped Courier 6:

[valkyriespalkyries]

Bubzy Couriers' same-day freight services are an excellent option for businesses that need to move large shipments quickly and efficiently. As someone who has utilized their services in the past, I can attest to their ability to handle such shipments with ease.

One of the main benefits of Bubzy Couriers' same-day freight services is their speed. When businesses have urgent shipments that need to be delivered quickly, Bubzy Couriers can get the job done. Their team of experienced couriers is equipped to handle a variety of freight sizes, from small parcels to large items. Another benefit of using Bubzy Couriers for same-day freight services is their ability to handle the logistics of such shipments. They take care of everything from pickup to delivery, ensuring that the shipment is tracked and monitored every step of the way. This level of attention to detail is critical in ensuring that the shipment arrives at its destination on time and in perfect condition. When it comes to choosing the right provider for same-day freight services, there are a few factors to consider. First, it's important to look for a company that has experience handling similar types of shipments. Bubzy Couriers has a proven track record of successfully moving freight quickly and efficiently, making them a reliable choice.

Another factor to consider is the company's technology and tracking capabilities. With Bubzy Couriers, businesses can track their shipments in real-time and receive updates on the status of the delivery. This level of transparency and communication is critical in ensuring that businesses are always aware of the location and condition of their freight.

Overall, Bubzy Couriers' same-day freight services are an excellent option for businesses that need to move large shipments quickly and efficiently. Their experience, speed, and attention to detail set them apart from other providers in the industry. I highly recommend their services to any business in need of same-day freight delivery.

[silvia-victim-tk]

Instant Delivery: In today's fast-paced world, customers expect instant gratification, and businesses must keep up with their demands to stay competitive. Bubzy Couriers's instant delivery service has been a game-changer for my business and many others. It offers a level of convenience and speed that traditional delivery methods simply cannot match.

The benefits of offering instant delivery are numerous. Firstly, it enables businesses to meet customer demands for fast and convenient service. Customers today are willing to pay a premium for instant gratification, and businesses that can provide it are sure to have a competitive edge. Bubzy Couriers's instant delivery service guarantees that parcels will be delivered within a few hours of being dispatched, which is a huge advantage for businesses that need to get products to customers quickly.

Secondly, instant delivery can improve customer satisfaction and loyalty. When customers receive their orders quickly and efficiently, they are more likely to have a positive perception of the business and to become repeat customers. This can lead to increased revenue and growth for the business. Implementing an instant delivery service is not as daunting as it may seem. Bubzy Couriers's instant delivery service is easy to use and integrates seamlessly with existing business operations. To get started, businesses need to provide Bubzy Couriers with the delivery details, and their dedicated couriers will take care of the rest.

In addition, businesses can optimize their instant delivery service by using real-time tracking to keep customers informed of their delivery status. This helps to build trust with customers and can help to reduce delivery-related inquiries and complaints.

I have personally used Bubzy Couriers's instant delivery service multiple times, and it has always exceeded my expectations. The speed and reliability of the service have been unparalleled, and the customer support team has been extremely helpful and responsive. It has made a significant difference in my business, and I highly recommend it to anyone looking to offer their customers an exceptional delivery experience.

In conclusion, Bubzy Couriers's instant delivery service is a valuable asset for businesses looking to stay ahead in today's fast-paced world. It offers a level of convenience and speed that can set businesses apart from their competitors and improve customer satisfaction and loyalty. By implementing this service and utilizing the tips provided, businesses can provide an exceptional delivery experience that will help to drive growth and success.

[iii-days-grace]

i took yesterday off to eat soup and take a nap so today is saturday2 for me

[clonerightsagenda]

Thank you for applying for a library card!

We are a large metropolitan library with twelve branches here in the city and a consortial agreement with ninety-seven different timelines (and counting). Your card is your ticket to our physical and digital collections, where we have something for everyone.

You’ve indicated that you are licensed for time travel and regularly travel in time or between timelines for work purposes, so you are eligible for our trans-timeline borrower’s card. Please read this document carefully to ensure you’re using your new card to its fullest potential and in compliance with library policy.

Our services:

The library has a floating collection, meaning items remain at the branch where they were returned rather than being sent back to the lending branch. However, we do return inter-timeline loans to their home universe to minimize temporal strain. If you’re browsing the shelves and see a book phasing in and out of existence, alert an employee. It’s probably misshelved.  

Our new online system allows you to keep the same login information in all timelines. No more keeping track of dozens of passwords! If you previously created multiple logins tied to one card, visit the circulation desk, and we’ll merge your accounts for you. No, this will not make you responsible for alternate selves’ outstanding fines, and any version of yourself telling you that is lying to you.

You asked, and we listened. Our new online catalog displays reviews from patrons from all relevant timelines on items exceeding a 90% similarity score. We request that patrons keep debates over the superiority of their timeline’s version to venues other than our catalog.

Although our staff members are not medical professionals, they have been trained to recognize signs of temporal instability. If you are experiencing characteristic symptoms (faintness, disorientation, physical and/or mental age changes, etc.), a staff member can administer grounding agents until emergency services arrive.

The library has a robust inter-timeline loan system. If you’re looking for a book or article not published in this timeline, fill out our online form or ask at the circulation desk. The average wait time for an ITL request is five business days. That’s shortened to three if you’re requesting an item stored at the James Patterson Interdimensional Warehouse. (Note: This estimate may change as the warehouse continues to expand under its own power, or if our courier gets lost there.)

Our policies:

We do not accept returns before the publication date (month and year). Cataloging books paradoxically created through stable time loops gets too complicated. You can check a book’s month of publication in a review journal like Booklist, which we make available online and in our non-circulating magazine collection.

We’ve recently gone fine-free in this timeline, meaning we no longer charge fees for overdue books. This policy varies between consortium timelines depending on whether certain people on the board of directors have retired yet.

If a book is damaged beyond repair, lost in a Time Hole, or overwritten out of existence by timeline changes, you will be responsible for the replacement cost or a flat fee of $30, whichever is lower. We do not recommend attempting to rewrite time to avoid losing or damaging the book, as we would prefer to purchase a new copy rather than tear a hole in the fabric of reality.

Patrons may use our computers for two hours. You can extend this time if there are no other patrons waiting. Show respect to other library users and do not abuse time travel to circumvent the policy when there is high demand. We will notice if there are two of you at our computing stations. Yes, even if one of you is wearing a funny hat.

The library values your privacy. We will not disclose account information or the content of reference transactions to anyone, including alternate versions of the account holder. The library also does not keep a record of the materials you check out. However, some of our databases do track user data. If you need to conceal your presence in this timeline to avoid paradoxes, the Time Cops, or your ex, we keep a collection of electronic resource licenses at the reference desk so you can judge which products to avoid.

Holder vs. Holder found that copyright protections extend across timelines and prior to publication, and copyright is exclusive to the iteration who created the work. Patrons attempting to copy library materials and publish them under their own name will have their cards revoked, even if they created the material in another timeline. This policy was adopted after consultation with our legal team. Trans-timeline copyright enforcement is very aggressive.

The library respects the personhood and autonomy of patrons no matter their timeline of origin. However, this respect is not always universal. If you need to know what the laws are for time travelers/alternate selves/dimension-hoppers/“timeclones”/etc. in this dimension (or the terminology used to refer to them), stop by the reference desk.

Violence is against library policy. If you are about to battle your alternate self from another timeline because you ran into each other in the cookbook section, take it to the parking lot.

In conclusion:

Libraries are committed to free access to information, and with the resources of dozens of timelines available to us, our mission has only gotten bigger. In fact, we’re hiring! If you’re looking for somewhere new to apply your time travel certification, we’re looking for team members in our inter-timeline loan department. Entry-level courier positions do not require an MLIS. Familiarity with James Patterson is a plus.

We can’t wait to see you in our library. (Maybe we already have.)  

[papakhan]

I'll make my own post actually. I think it's an under appreciated detail and piece of characterisation how the courier is buried not only fully clothed but also carrying stimpaks, caps, and their weapon of choice (and we know its THEIR weapon because the game gives you whatever type of weapon you scored highest in with skills). And sure its just a game mechanic thing but they could have just as easily had Doc Mitchell say "here's some stuff of mine to help you out" but he explicitly says "here, this is all you had on you". Also I need you guys to ignore the DLC dumping all that shit on you at the start of the game okay forget about it. I know it's funny but it's not what I'm talking about

It's interesting no matter who you pin this behavior on. If it was Benny preventing the Khans from robbing the courier as they would any raider victim, then that's just another layer of him thinking he's being respectful about the ordeal. Or at the very least enjoys having power over the Khans and ordering them around.

However my headcanon is that it was the Khans who buried the courier in this way. And I say this because they bury the courier in the same way they bury Chance, another Khan whose grave you can find in game, in his armor and with his weapon. And I just think it's fun and interesting to think that these guys who, from the comic we know wanted no real part in any of this and are only here for money, laid the courier to rest in the most respectful way they knew-- like one of theirs.

And actually according to one of the trailers the couriers hands are unbound while in their grave so. And they're still fully clothed. So actually Doc Mitchell giving the courier the vault suit is more likely because he had to dispose of their og clothing because yknow. It'd be filthy from being in the ground and on the couriers comatose body (do you know what the body does when it's comatose. Trust me you don't want those clothes back) and also knowing emergency medicine the courier was probably cut out of their clothes because if you're concerned about a head/neck injury cutting clothes off is less disruptive then trying to wiggle an unconscious person out of them and possibly causing more damage.

Anyway. Either way the Khans and Benny still show more respect to the couriers "dead" body then the courier/you the player show to any of your victims I mean. How many powder gangers did you strip naked and leave to rot under the desert sun? Or legionaries? Or raiders? Or the Khans themselves? Much to think about

[deinocheirus]

The “Treebugs”, whose designs are still subject to some tinkering right now.

The grex emerged from the hybridization of two moderately related “flowerfly” species approximately ~7200 years ago, shockingly recent compared to the evolutionary history of other species. Like other flowerflies the Grex themselves are only the female gametophytes of their species, their society is heavily built on the maintainence and protection of their large sporophyte “mother trees” as well as their immobile gametophyte males

Despite centuries of contact the species’ cultures are among the most impenetrable and poorly understood. Partly from a lack of clear centralization, the closest thing analogous to government are networks of couriers, communication and distribution “guilds” in their society bridging their various industries. Partly from individuals short lifespan results in quick cultural shifts( traditionally at around 15 years of age they become sexually reproductive and die, advances in medicine have extended their lifespan into their 20s).

Despite their keen senses of hearing, grex languages are typically signed using the position and movement of their modified antenna-like forewings. Relying on echolocation at night and in their often unlit building interiors, the grex just as often hear their “visual” language as much as see it.

[marlynnofmany]

Accidental Training

The animal cargo of the day was large and honking, but it seemed well-mannered enough. Picture a sea lion with tiny scales instead of fur, dark gray on top and speckled pale underneath. Bobbing its head in curiosity at the cargo bay and the people in it. The squid-shaped clients maneuvering the cage into place didn’t rate a second look, but they were probably familiar and boring.

Captain Sunlight, with her lemon-yellow scales and dignified lizardperson demeanor, got a lot of attention. She ignored the honks as she finished business with the clients.

Then I stepped up to see what kind of creature I’d be in charge of for this trip, and it exploded in excitement like a 500-pound puppy, dancing in place on its flippers and honking up a storm.

One of the clients said, “It does that sometimes. Have a good flight,” then waved a tentacle and left.

Captain Sunlight squinted at the cage like she would have liked to cover her earholes but wanted to put on a strong front. Instead she looked up at me and said, “Good thing this is a short journey. It seems to like you, though.”

“I see that,” I said, waggling my fingers at it, which just made it honk louder. “Did they tell us a name for it?”

She consulted the information on her tablet while the excitable creature continued to hop around. “Looks like his name is Freckles.”

“That’s adorable,” I said. “Hi, Freckles! Are you a good boy? Yes? Are you so excited that you could break a weaker travel cage than this? Yes you are!” I pressed my hands to my knees in classic talking-to-puppy fashion, which did nothing for the noise levels in the room.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Captain Sunlight told me. “The hover setting for the cage is turned off; it’s clamped in place; the food and supplies are here; we’ll take off shortly.”

“Got it,” I said with a wave as she left. There was a chance that Freckles would calm down if I left too, but he seemed equally likely to make lonely wails if left alone, and anyways this was the reason I’d been hired in the first place. Nobody else on the courier ship knew the first thing about animals. “All right, Freckles, are you ready to travel through space? Is that new for you? You look like you’re in good shape. Let’s aim for no medical emergencies on this trip.”

Freckles honked once, which I took for a yes. He bobbed up and down like a dog inviting another to play.

I copied the move, and he did it again. I lifted one foot, and he did the same, honking happily.

“Good boy! I’ll bet you make your people proud by holding still for tooth-brushing, don’t you? Lemme see your teeth. Ahhh.” I opened my mouth as an example.

With a similar noise, the clever animal copied the motion. His teeth looked clean enough, with none discolored or missing, and he even stuck his tongue out for a good look when prompted. I found a nearly-empty container of treats among the supplies, and rewarded him for good behavior.

“Good job. What else should we check? Can you show me your flipper? And turn like this? Very good. And like that?”

He could and did, visibly happy with the praise and treats. He was a little calmer now that there was something specific to do.

The engines started up with a quiet rumble, which caused him a moment of anxiety, but he was happily distracted when I started echoing his honks back at him.

If this had been an inanimate cargo, I would have left the cargo bay already, but I had nothing more important to do. My job today was to keep an eye on this guy. So I prompted him to do more beneficial tricks, then when the treats ran out, I decided the container made a fine toy.

“Hey look, a hat,” I told him as I put the lid on my head. The container was a mostly-round thing that twisted apart into two equal halves. That meant Freckles got a hat too. And he was so happy about it when I stuck it between the bars.

Only one coworker walked past the door while I was entertaining the cargo: Mur the Strongarm, who looked much like the people who’d brought Freckles onboard. Mur paused, saying nothing. Freckles ignored him, dancing from side to side while wearing his jaunty new hat.

I held my own pose, one foot in the air, arms spread. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” Mur said. “Nothing at all.” He continued on his way.

“You’re welcome to join us!” I called after him.

“No thanks. I’m good.”

The short trip was pretty fun. Freckles was particularly taken by the discovery that his honks echoed when the container covered his snout. He could even balance it on his flipper like a hand, taking it on and off to test the difference in sounds. When I did the same and then gave him another treat from a fresh container, he pranced in place and slapped his flippers together.

As it turned out, he was good at repeating patterns too. We did some clapping games of the sort that human toddlers love, then I found a ball among the supplies and we were all set for the rest of the trip. It was even the squishy kind that glorped between the bars instead of bouncing off, which was perfect. We played an entertaining game of catch until the engine noises changed into landing sounds.

I was honestly surprised the trip was over. The captain came back in to meet the clients who were here for pickup, and I made sure to pack away everything into the supplies. Freckles made a sad honk when I took the container back, but I gave him one last treat, and that made up for it.

These two clients looked much like the last, though one was carrying a bag from the shopping trip they’d done on the way here. They were also more talkative than the other ones.

“…Had to stop by the battery shop for three different kinds of chargers, then the feed store for more of the special diet that our oldest animal takes, and there was so much traffic!” The one typing information into the payment screen didn’t stop for breath, waving several tentacles as she talked.

“I’m just glad there was a mask attachment of the right size in stock,” said the one with the bag. “Getting Freckles his air vitamins is going to be hard enough as it is.” He pulled something from the bag: a long tube with a concave shape at one end. “What do you think, Freckles? Can this be easy for once?”

Freckles honked, which could have meant anything.

I looked at the mask. “What does he usually do when you have to give him air vitamins?”

The Strongarm sighed like a deflating balloon. “He just doesn’t want it anywhere near his face. He seems to think it’s a game to avoid it, which is fun for him but incredibly tiresome for everyone else.”

“Have you tried making it a different game?” I asked, starting to smile.

“Like what?”

“Can I see that for a moment?” When he passed it over, I got the container of treats and rattled it for Freckles’ attention, then took a position in front of the cage. I held the mask in front of my own face. “Hey Freckles. Honk honk.”

He of course honked happily and shoved his nose through the bars, eager for his turn. I settled it against his snout — perfect fit — and he honked away. I pulled the mask back and gave him a treat, then turned to beam at the clients.

“What! He’s never done that!” said the one.

“How did you train him to do that?” demanded the other.

“Honestly, I wasn’t trying to,” I admitted. “But he’s very smart. He seems to like copying motions, and he’s definitely food-motivated.”

“Oh yes, those are the good treats,” said the client with the bag. “The new kind that my cousin’s book club host recommended.”

I handed back the mask. “Then you might keep these in reserve for important things, like rewarding him for taking his air vitamins. Though given how much he’s enjoying the new game, you might not even need to.”

The clients were overjoyed. They thanked me, thanked Captain Sunlight, and showered Freckles with praise as they unclamped the cage and started up its hover function. We helped them down the ramp, then they waved off any further assistance on the way to a flatbed skimmer with a loading arm. The guy with the bag of shopping struggled just a bit managing all the supplies too, but neither Captain Sunlight nor I were about to insult a Strongarm by suggesting they needed help carrying something. So we just waved our goodbyes and made sure they got everything loaded onto the skimmer before we closed the cargo bay door.

“Bye, Freckles!” I called as it closed. I heard one last honk, which I decided sounded excited about the skimmer ride to come.

“Well,” said Captain Sunlight. “That was fortunate. Good job.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I think they’ll all enjoy the vitamin process more now, especially Freckles.”

We walked through the empty cargo bay to the hall, where Paint met us, with confusion on her scaly orange face and a jar lid in her hands.

“Mur said to give this to you?” she said, holding it out to me.

I laughed. “Mur thinks he’s very funny.” I dutifully set it on my head. “Yes, the height of fashion. But I think it would look better on him. You can tell him I said so.”

“Okay,” Paint said, taking the lid back. “Why?”

Captain Sunlight huffed a laugh and headed off to the cockpit while I began the explanation of how I’d spent the recent flight.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[boombox-fuckboy]

Do you know any podcasts with transfeminine main characters?

Apologies for the delay. I have a few:

Between Heartbeats: (Urban Fantasy) In a city of incredible abilities and mundane struggle, we follow Sundiata, a time-manipulator struggling to stay employed. During a a quick break from waiting tables to go help in an emergency, she instead finds herself caught in a bizzare mystery. Unfortunately release seems to have stalled following the first episode, but I'm eagerly awaiting its return.

Inn Between: (Fantasy, Adventure) What the adventuring heroes get up to at the tavern, between the grand adventures. Cleverly fills the listener in on the adventures using "previously on" and "next time on" segments. You'll need to wait (or jump) to Season 3 to meet our transfem lead, but she is an absolute delight.

Interference: (Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance) A human tabletop podcaster and an orc researcher get their broadcast signals crossed between worlds, and start a dialogue. Cross-reality research, and a budding romance, ensue.

The Magnus Protocol: (Horror) Seeking employment, Sam gets a job working with his friend Alice for a bizzare little government office. The work? Night shifts listening to, and then cataloguing, bizzare and unsettling material trawled from the internet. Despite Alice's warnings, Sam may be getting a little too invested.

The Night Post: (Supernatural) Concerning the conscripted nighttime couriers/postal workers of Gilt City, and the otherworldy encounters they have on the job.

PSST: Paranatural Support Services Team: (Supernatural) Struggling with a supernatural entity or haunting encounter? The PSST's got you covered. Meet The Agent at the other end of the phone as she gives advice, unravels mysteries, and tries to work out just how long it's been since she went home.

The Silt Verses: (Horror) In a modern world where gods are abundant, frequently both commercialised and restricted, two devotees of an outlawed river god go on a pilgrimage. You'll meet the character in question a few episodes in.

Breathing Space: (Sci-fi, Space Western, Anthology) Included more as a special mention (as this is an anthology and the leads change every episode), Breathing Space is an array of stories set in the early age of space exploration that leans hard into the "Western" part of "Space Western". A not-insignificant number of the stories feature trans characters. If you don't vibe with the first story, do me a favour and listen to the second before you bail.

Additions are, of course, always welcome.

[decolonize-the-everything]

GENERAL STRIKE TIME BABEY. READ THE WHOLE POST.

While we're all mad at government sending money to Israel that police budgets are so inflated because of how often they pay settlements.

And also that it's a verified fact that our police train with Israeli soldiers. Remember when they were black bagging people in PDX? It reminded me of this ex-Israeli soldier talking about how they'd do the same thing to innocent Palestinians just to terrorize them and their neighbors. It was intentional terrorism when they did it.

Police budgets pay for all that.

Correction, we pay.

To put it more bluntly,

We pay for them to kill and terrorize people.

Just as our taxes pay for the deaths of Black and Brown people all over the world from Turtle Island to Sudan and Palestine.

In Dec. 2022, Louisville Metro Government agreed to pay Walker $2 million to settle lawsuits against the city. Metro government previously paid a $12 million settlement to Taylor’s family in Sept. 2020

We paid for Breonna Taylor's death.

And her murderers were never arrested btw. Not that there aren't still people trying to arrest them of course. But our money paid for their lawyers and wouldn't you know it, no charges have stuck.

Four years to the day after Breonna Taylor’s death, federal prosecutors are moving forward with a re-trial of one of the officers involved in the botched raid that ended her life. At a status conference Wednesday, U.S. District Court Judge Rebecca Grady Jennings scheduled Brett Hankison’s final pre-trial hearing for September 13th. His re-trial is scheduled to begin on Oct. 15. In November of last year, Hankinson was tried for violating the Constitutional rights of Breonna Taylor, her boyfriend, and three neighbors when he fired through two covered windows during the raid. Prosecutors argued he used excessive force when he shot into the apartment complex blindly. Taylor’s boyfriend, Kenneth Walker, had fired at officers executing the search, claiming he thought they were intruders.

And Myles Cosgrove?

Yeah we're paying him to terrorize more people. He got a job as a fucking sheriff's deputy.

Myles Cosgrove, the former Louisville police officer, who was fired for fatally shooting Breonna Taylor in a botched 2020 police raid and hired earlier this year as a sheriff’s deputy in Carroll County, rammed a resident’s truck with his cruiser Monday and then pointed a gun at the owner and several bystanders, witnesses said.

Witnesses told The Courier Journal that Cosgrove barreled into Happy Hollow Private Resort Park trailer park at a high rate of speed without his emergency lights on, then struck William Joshua Short’s pickup truck with such force that it sent the vehicle flying into a building, breaking off two cinder blocks.

And Johnathan Mattingly wrote a fucking book about it to make money off of his role in her murder. $15 on Amazon.

He also wanted to sue Kenneth Walker, Breonna's boyfriend. You know why? For damages and injuries he sustained while killing Breonna Taylor.

WE PAID FOR ALL THAT. ALL OF IT.

Our power is in our dollar.

American politics and officials don't care for our lives. It's why they're content to watch us protest for months. Because we're still going to work. We are the worker ants simply fulfilling our duty, receiving the bare minimum to survive for our labor.

We're still building their bombs. Paying our taxes, so much that hardly any of us could afford more than rent.

We are just drones fulfilling our purpose to the upper class who doesn't give a shit about us beyond what we do for them and how little we will do it for.

If we want change we're gonna have to stop working. We're going to have to deprive them of products they sell, of our taxes, of our low cost labor.

And the strike that UAW is planning in May 2028 has inspired a lot of others to start looking at the opportunity to join in.

If you haven't heard of it yet, a strike is when workers organize and stop showing up for work. And a general strike is a mass strike across various industries around similar demands or bargaining positions.

There have been multiple calls for a general strike since then, predominantly from individuals and groups on social media, which has often resulted in confusion about what a general strike would actually look like. To be clear, a general strike is not a protest or a rally, a single picket line, or a boycott. It is, as I’ve previously defined, “a labor action in which a significant number of workers from a number of different industries who comprise a majority of the total labor force within a particular city, region, or country come together to take collective action.”

Throughout history, workers have used this tactic as a nuclear option to shut down entire cities when needed, including Philadelphia in 1835, Seattle in 1919, and beyond.[...]

If even four or five of the unions representing the workers mentioned above banded together in a nationwide general strike, the entire country would grind to a halt. When Shawn Fain asks his fellow unions to set the timer for May 2028, what he’s really saying is, get ready to shut sh*t down and level the playing field between bosses and workers once and for all.

JOIN A UNION. AND TALK ABOUT THIS.

And make one of the demands out to be an end of American support to countries participating in apartheid and genocide.

End the taxes for police budgets and settlements. If they want police departments so bad then they should FIND funding for themselves like the government makes USPS do.

One of the biggest pushbacks we hear is that there is never any official backing for calls to a general strike. Well here it is! Make sure you tell EVERYONE

This could be a global strike if other countries choose to participate on the same date

No, I don't think Palestine has 3 years so in the mean time join a union, keep protesting, start rioting, answer Every call to action coming from a Palestine and Sudan and the DRC and sign this strike card

[uranium235s]

it occurs to me I've actually never done anything to introduce my courier despite posting about him 400 times I just kinda made everyone witness him so here's some basic stuff + his lore under the cut (long and probably very boring post incoming)

chester was born in Utah and lived there til he was almost a teenager when the Legion swept through his village and took him as a slave. his parents were much older, and were killed, and his other family (older brother) had left for California some months prior, leaving chester the sole support of his family. he does not remember his birth/original name

chester had some decent experience (for an 11 year old) of fixing machines because his father collected pre-war cars and motors and sold them and their parts for a living and so was sent downriver to Arizona to serve as a repairman and technician. while Legion property he was given the name Chiron

Chester lived in Arizona with the legion until he was 20 years old, hating every minute. a boy around his age by the name of Attilius was charged with keeping watch over him and bringing him new projects, and during the duration of their time together had developed a rapport over Roman poetry and literature, the only thing they could stand to talk to each other about.

Attilius was watching over him when Chester staged his escape and made it out. the two fought with Chester emerging victorious, believing he had killed Attilius, and escaping despite some severe injuries, including a spinal cord injury that ended up giving him brain damage, causing him to live with hallucinations, seizures, and worsening eyesight from this point on

Chester escaped via the Colorado River and came out on the other side in Nevada. he started wandering aimlessly, ignoring his injuries until he began becoming faint and passed out in a toppled semi truck and was discovered by some well intentioned folks that were traveling up the way to Vegas. they got him medical help before leaving him in Primm, at which point he took up a job as a courier with the Mojave Express at age 21, taking on a new name which he now cannot remember.

the freedom of being a courier was something Chester lived for. every day was a good day, he could go anywhere, meet lots of people, and got paid pretty good for his efforts. he was, and I cannot stress enough, perfectly and utterly happy with his simple mailman life, and misses it every sinnggglllee day during the game events. this continued on for ten happy years, in which time he learns that his older brother, Tomás, has become a trooper with the NCR. he avoids reaching out for some years after the discovery, wary of what his brother would think of him for his years in the Legion (even if it wasn't his choice.) when he does reach out, the only thing he receives in return is his brother's dog tags, learning he was killed in the battle of hoover dam 😀👍

the day after his 31st birthday is when he took the platinum chip job and ended up in a shallow grave in Goodsprings. after his brief coma and stay in the doctors house, and picking a new name again (Chester) and after resolving tensions with the Powder Gangers, he immediately cut a path to Vegas on the hunt for Benny. at first, he wanted revenge, but the anger turned to confusion, turned to helplessness. on his way through quarry junction, he was attacked by an injured deathclaw that had been abandoned by the rest of its pack, and recieved the scratches that blinded one of his eyes

after the attack, he managed to run as far as the NCR sharecroppers outside of the Strip before he collapsed and crawled his way to Freeside, where he was discovered by an unsuspecting Arcade, who took him in with haste and stitched him back together. the following day when Chester finally woke, Arcade gave him a full examination and decided it was medically unsafe for him to be alone and decided to follow him to keep an eye on him, though the two get a lot closer over the game events. Arcade also decided it'll be easiest if they make their way back to Primm and start the investigation from where it all began, rather than trying to break into an expensive, well armed luxury district and demand answers from a complete stranger. Chester agrees.

Chester has questionable memory of his past. he more or less remembers being a courier, in fact it's the period of time he remembers best (in comparison) about his life and kind of sensationalizes it and how badly he wants to return to that stage of his life, but the future marches ever onward. he doesn't remember any part of his life before the age of 15, and therefore only remembers he was part of the Legion and not the circumstances as to why. he avoids and detests them, scared that he's forgetting something awful about who he was and what he did, and keeping the information close to his chest. he remembers being Chiron, and doesn't know the limitations of his Chiron persona, and therefore has been renaming himself and reinventing himself every chance he gets (this is made worse by the fact that he remembers "killing" Attilius and fears that it proves he was as evil as the rest of them)

after the game, and because he had formed a strong relationship with Arcade, he elects to join the Followers of the Apocalypse, offering to help find and restore medical supplies across the desert. this arrangement lasts for about a year and a half until the events of Dead Money take place, and chester has a severe downward spiral upon returning home. he gives all his money from the Sierra Madre away immediately, tried to keep the severity of how bad he was doing mentally under wraps so as to not draw any concerns or questions from his friends but ended up breaking down and having a less than stellar confrontation with Arcade involving holding him at gunpoint (I must stress he was not in his right mind!)

after that they grew distant for a few months when Chester was back to patient status amongst the Followers, skirting around camp, talking mostly to some of the better suited doctors about what he was going through, before him and Arcade inevitably made up! and the rest is happily ever after. kind of

other misc things:

• chester playlist

• favorite wasteland animal: bighorner

• favorite radio song: johnny guitar - peggy lee

• lives in Novac and in Freeside

• closest relationship with Arcade, but also with Lily, Julie Farkas, and a decent partnership with Boone, though he gets along better with Manny and talks to him more often when in Novac

• he doesn't remember the dog tags he wears are his brother's, but he keeps them on because he feels like it might be important. I think he rediscovers this fact when he revisits Utah much later in life

• he hates wearing his glasses and pretty much only does so when Arcade or Julie insists he must (and insist they do)

• Attilius did not die in their fight, he was found unconscious and badly wounded and was punished by having his tongue cut out (with the claim that having those talks with Chester made him too weak to do his job.) the two met again during the second battle and he was killed in combat

• he develops a fondness and eventual passion for energy weapons after visiting the Silver Rush with Arcade and taking an interest in why he likes them so

• never returns to the Lucky 38 after the events of the story, so that casino is just rotting eternally. would ideally give the property to anyone who needs it but doesn't know who needs it to begin with

• low intelligence high science and medicine because of how invested he gets in learning from Julie and Arcade, and medicine in particular he finds passion in when speaking to Lily and examining her condition

• high perception because of paranoid hypervigilance

• clothes were given to him by The Followers after he showed up post-deathclaw attack, originally had a denim jacket but it was ruined in the conflict

[whxtedreams]

Until Next Time

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You're a Diplomatic Courier in Columbia for the night and meet Javier at a bar and take him back to your hotel room, only to be called back into the embassy in an emergency and have to leave Javier behind. To your surprise, Javier is also called into work in the early hours of the morning in an otherwise empty office...

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags: smut, oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, kissing, hotel sex, flirting, alcohol, Porn with plot, fingering, protected p in v (be safe yall), dirty talk, some biting, office sex, begging, cockblocking, gags, panties as a gag, praise (let me know if I miss any)

a/n: I have never written actual smut before; oh, have mercy on me, please.

You gaze at the rippled, amber glow of your drink in the glass. The dim, warm lighting of the bar accentuates the dark liquid of the drink. You find comfort in the sound of the bar patrons' voices, the drunken laughter and banter filling your ears. You take another sip of your drink, your worries and cares momentarily slipping away as you immerse yourself in the atmosphere. 

You and your partner had just landed at the airport five hours ago after an eventful flight to Columbia. Upon exiting the plane, you were met with armed hostility, being forced into compliance at gunpoint due to a misunderstanding. This, however, was a common occurrence in your line of work, being a Diplomatic Courier. With immunity from bag searches, arrest, and detention, your job transporting the American Diplomatic Bag between countries led to frequent interactions of this nature. Although your status was known to higher-ranking officials, those lower in the hierarchy often refused to budge and threatened force. After a few calls and furious management, you were eventually released to proceed to deliver the confidential bag to the American Embassy.     

You bring the glass to your lips for one last time, drinking the final few drops before setting it down on the bar with a soft thud. As you go to stand up, your attention is quickly grabbed when someone sits down at the stool next to you with a soft smile on their face.

Your eyes subtly drift over him, taking in his simple yet well-maintained outfit. He wears a neat dark blue button-up with an old green jacket. His hair falls in a slightly unkempt yet stylish style that frames his face well, begging for fingers to run through the strands. He has a lean, fit physique with nicely defined muscles, though it's his features that really catch your attention. His face is sharply angled, with piercing eyes that seem to look directly at you, as if he can see right through you. 

He notices you taking a moment to look him over, but he doesn't seem to mind your attention, instead returning the subtle smile you gave him. He motions to the bartender and orders not only an additional drink for himself but also a refill for your glass. Even though you attempt to decline the offer, the bartender has already begun pouring the drink without hesitation. 

"You didn't have to buy me a drink," you say, feeling a bit sheepish yet also strangely flattered by his gesture. You look over at him as you speak, unable to help but be a bit distracted by his captivating gaze and confident manner. He holds your gaze, and that same small, subtle smirk remains on his lips, though there is a hint of mischievousness in his expression that has your curiosity piqued.

"I wanted to treat a beautiful woman to a drink," he responds, his deep yet smooth voice filled with confidence and a hint of genuineness. He holds your gaze as he slowly takes a sip from his drink, a small smirk playing on his lips that only adds to his charm. Your face heats up at the unexpected praise, and you can't help but be a little flustered by the attention. 

You look down and take a sip from your newly refilled glass, trying to ignore the feeling that your face is still hot from his compliment. You sigh slightly, contemplating whether another drink would really hurt or not. It's just one more drink. You look back over at him and maintain eye contact, trying to ignore the way your heart is starting to pound in your chest. Your mind is telling you not to have another drink, but something about being in his presence is just too hard to resist. One more drink won’t hurt, right?

He locks his gaze onto you and asks, "So, where are you from? If you don't mind me asking," his voice maintains the same calm and confident tone as before. His eyes never leave your face as he leans on the bar, remaining intense yet somehow friendly at the same time, as if wanting to get to know more about you. You feel a bit flustered under his scrutiny, not used to being on the receiving end of such direct attention after a long day.

"America" you answer, feeling a bit uncertain about giving away too much personal info to this mysterious stranger but not wanting to kill the friendly vibe either. "Flew in this afternoon."

"I'm assuming you're here on business, then, and not for pleasure?" he asks, taking another sip of his drink and savouring the taste before focusing his attention back on you.

You softly laugh and shake your head at his question, "Business," you answer, taking another sip from your drink. The smirk on your face adds a playful sense to your response, as you seem to enjoy the way this conversation has gone. It's comfortable yet also a bit flirty, leaving you feeling a bit excited and curious about how this night might go. You glance at your watch briefly, realising that it's getting pretty late and you should probably get back to your hotel soon, but you don't feel quite ready to call it a night yet.

"It's dangerous for a woman like yourself to be in this part of town, and at this hour," he says, his expression becoming more serious yet also concerned. His hand makes its way slowly to the top of your forearm, causing an instant rush of goosebumps and butterflies to take over you. As he speaks, his voice becomes a bit more hushed as well, and you instinctively lean in closer to hear every word he says. His gaze is intense, holding your eyes and never averting his focus from you. Your heart begins to race, and the feeling of excitement only increases as you become more drawn to him.

You look down at his hand on your arm, and your smile falters slightly before you look back into his eyes. "A woman like myself knows how to take care of herself," you warn, your voice thick with flirtation.

His hand still rests comfortably on your arm as his other rests on your thigh, and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach as you try and maintain a level of confidence. He leans in a bit closer, his lips just inches from your ear as he whispers. Your breath catches in your chest, and your heart rate quickens yet again.

"A woman like you shouldn't have to ‘take care of herself’ when she could have someone else do it for her." He whispers, his voice full of charm and seduction as he continues to lean in slightly closer, his breath hot on your neck. He brushes his hand up and down your thigh, slowly tracing his fingers over your jeans.

His fingers leave your skin tingling from his caress, and you close your eyes as you shiver. His touch is so unexpectedly sensual, sending a rush of pleasant sensations throughout your body. 

"Is that so?" you whisper, your voice low and breathy.  

His breath tickles the edge of your ear as he whispers, "Mmm, you're just too irresistible for me to let you take care of any potential danger by yourself." He lifts his head to look back into your eyes with a cheeky smirk on his face."In fact, I should escort you back to your hotel." He softly squeezes your thigh, his eyes still looking directly into yours. "You wouldn't want to run into any harm.. would you?"

You tilt your head and consider his offer, weighing the risks in your mind. You know that you have your gun back in your room, along with your partner in the room next to yours, just in case this guy turns out to be a complete jerk or worse. He seems relatively safe and normal, though, and your mind wanders a bit as you think about how long it's been since you've let yourself have some fun. Moving around every few weeks leaves little time for serious commitments, so maybe one night of innocent fun wouldn't hurt. Plus, it's been a while, and you could use the distraction, so why not?

You smirk back at him once you make up your mind, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation build up within you. "Such a gentleman," you tease, the playful tone of your voice leaving no doubt about what your intentions are. "My hotel is just down the street if you feel like walking me back there."  

"Lead the way, mi bella," his voice drips with charm as he leans close to you again. His arm wraps lightly around your waist, and the smell of his cologne fills your senses, the scent only amplifying the rush of excitement and anticipation you already feel. A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he adds, "I have a feeling tonight's going to be fun for the both of us." He seems to be in control now, leading you out of the bar and towards his hotel nearby, and you can't help but find it exciting the way this night is unfolding.

You take the stairs to the second floor to your room with the man close behind you, whose name you learnt is Javier. You pray to the heavens that your partner doesn't hear you as you pass his room and stop in front of yours. You grab your key from your pocket and unlock your door. You step into your room and hold the door open for Javier, smirking as you gesture for him to follow.  

He walks into the room, and you close the door behind him, the two of you now alone together. The thrill of the moment makes your heart pound in your chest. 

Once the door closes, he immediately pushes you against it, your bodies pressed up closely together. His hands grip your hips tightly, and for a moment, the world becomes muted as his lips press against yours, his tongue slowly making its way into your mouth. His kiss is firm yet warm, and his moustache tickles your lips as it brushes against your own.

As his lips release from yours, he looks down at you with a passionate look on his face, his breathing heavy. His hand gently rubs along your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

You look up at him, catching your breath as your hands rake down his chest, feeling the toned muscles under his shirt. As you press yourself against him, you can feel the deep, steady beat of his heartbeat as your tongues intertwine once more and your hands explore the length of his clothed body, tracing every line across his chest and back. The excitement between the two of you grows with every passing moment, and you can feel the tension in the air as you become lost in your passionate embrace.

Your teeth gaze on his bottom lip as you softly bite his lip and he moans at the sensation. "My, my...you're a feisty one, aren't ya?" He whispers teasingly with a grin as he leans back slightly from you while your hands continue to explore the contours of his lean physique, eliciting another soft moan of pleasure from him as he leans in close to your ear. 

Your heart races with each of his kisses against your neck, adding to the already thrilling atmosphere. He continues to kiss your neck as he speaks, his breath hot and his touch sending waves of butterflies through you. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we," his voice is both playful and intimate, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. 

You nod in response, and he smiles into your neck as his hands travel under your thighs to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he grunts at the added weight, but he doesn't seem to mind the change in dynamics. You blush at this bold move, and he seems to relish the sensation of your weight against him, grunting slightly but continuing to kiss and nip at your neck as he walks towards the bed.

You can't help but let out a light moan at his touch, feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow with each passing moment. 

He gently lays you down upon the soft sheets, your heart pounding as he looms over you once more.

He gently pushes you back onto the bed, slowly hovering his body over yours. Each breath you take leaves you more lightheaded than the last, your heart pounding against your chest as his lips brush against yours once more.

He looks down at you with a grin, his deep breath filling the room as his hand caresses your hair in a gentle and loving fashion. His lips begin to make their way down your neck slowly, his teeth slowly nibbling and biting at the skin along the way. 

As he reaches your collarbones, he looks up and whispers, "I'm going to take good care of you." His words fill you with a sense of comfort as his lips continue back up your neck, and your body shivers with anticipation as you begin to get lost in the pleasures he is already putting you through.

You softly moan at his words and reach up to unbutton his shirt as his lips continue to taste your bare skin. He chuckles and sits up to shrug off his jacket and shirt, his own fingers fumbling with the buttons, making you smile at his eagerness. 

The hotel phone rings beside you on the nightstand, and you sigh heavily as you lean over and take the phone off the dial to silence it.   

Once his shirt is off and thrown across the room, he leans back over you, and you run your hands over his toned chest as he kisses you. 

Your touch seems to have an instant effect on him, his body tenses, and his breath catches in his throat as he lightly bites your lower lip, making you gasp. His eyes look down at you with a passionate gaze, and your mind begins to cloud with an array of thoughts that make it difficult for you to focus. His body slowly begins to move against yours, his clothed dick grinding on your hip, causing your own breath to catch as his hand reaches for the buttons of your pants. He looks up at you again, his dark eyes meeting yours before his lips slowly descend upon your own once more, leaving you completely breathless and lost in his embrace.

“Fuck”, you groan as his hand slips inside your unbuttoned work pants and cups your aching heat through your underwear. 

He chuckles at your groan and applies pressure, sliding his fingers through your folds covered by your panties as he removes his hand from your pants. “So responsive.” He praises you as he tugs your pants down past your hips. He stands from the bed to take your boots off before completely discarding your pants and tossing them to where he threw his shirt.  

He dips back onto the bed between your now bare legs and stares deeply into your eyes for several seconds before speaking in a breathy whisper. "I want to worship every inch of your perfect body." Your body instinctively responds to his touch as your head tilts back into the pillows with a groan. His lips continue their slow movement up your thighs, and his hands slowly move past your shirt, and you feel your body begin to tremble.

A loud, obnoxious knock slams on the hotel door, and you groan as Javier's head lifts up from between your legs, and he looks over at the door with a frustrated glare. "Ignore it," you groan as the sound of the knocking grows louder. 

He nods before smirking at you from between your legs and licking a wet strip over your underwear, making you gasp his name. He groans into your clothed heat at the sound of his name, and it sends a shiver down your spine from the vibration. 

Your heart races as keys click in the lock the door swings open. You sit up quickly and push yourself away from Javier, just in time to see your coworker barge in and stop in his tracks as he sees the two of you in a compromising position. Javier is still lying between your legs, and his eyes are wide with shock as he quickly realises that someone actually walked in on you both. Your partner looks from you to Javier and back again, and his face is a mixture of confusion and disgust. 

“What the fuck Ash.” You grab a pillow from behind you and throw it at your partner, who catches it and tosses it on the floor.

The tension in the room heightens as everyone stares at each other, the air thick with awkwardness and embarrassment.

“You have…a boyfriend?” Javier questions, breaking the silence, and slowly sits up between your legs with a frown. 

You groan and cover your face as you fall back into the bed. “No, I work with him.” You mumble under your hands that cover you from your embarrassment. 

You feel Javier's body shift on the bed as he pulls your hands away from your face, and you see your partner — Ash — throw your jeans and Javier's shirt at you both. Javier slowly sits himself up on the side of the bed, a smirk on his face.

Ash’s tone is serious, but his expression is awkward. "Get dressed," he orders. "We're needed back at –" he pauses and looks back at Javier, unsure of how much information to disclose in front of him. 

Javier leans in closer to you. His hand slowly slides up your thigh, his lips once more brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You must have really wanted me with how wet you were.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, and you feel your face turn a darker shade of red.  

Oh my god.

Ash sighs, and it's clear that he wants Javier out of the room. "Time for your friend here to leave," he adds, directing his gaze at you once again.

You apologetically look over at Javier, who puts his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright, I'm going," Javier states, slowly gathering his clothes as he throws them back on his body. As he pulls his shirt over his head, your eyes follow the bare skin underneath as the muscles on his back move. 

His voice takes on a flirty tone as he talks to you while tucking in his shirt

"Don't worry, hermosa, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again before you leave," Your heart races as you feel his eyes on you, your face once again turning a deep red.

Ash barks another order for him to leave, and he hurriedly does so.

“You asshole.” You glare at your partner as the door closes after Javier. 

“You can get some later, but right now, we’re needed back at the embassy.” he looks down at you with a chuckle, amused at your embarrassment. 

You shake your head as you pick up the jeans he threw at you and stand from the bed to get dressed. You freeze when you notice that Ash hasn't made a move to leave, and you raise your eyebrow at him. 

Ash breaks out of his trance and quickly apologises. “Right, I’ll be waiting outside. Meet me when you're ready to leave.” He rubs the back of his neck as he takes your hint and leaves you to get dressed. 

What a shit show. 

With a frustrated grumble you take another mouthful of your now lukewarm coffee, trying to keep alert and awake during these early hours of morning. The flickering lights above you only add to your mounting aggravation, along with the dull ache between your legs. It's going to be a long day.

Your head snaps up in surprise as a loud thunk of files hitting your desk jarred you from your tired and bleary state. You barely avoid spilling your coffee with the sudden jolt it caused, and glance sharply in the direction of the sound.

Your eyes narrow sharply at Ash as you sit up, fixing a hard and furious glare on him at the disruption he's causing with his obnoxious behaviour. "What the hell, Ash?" you question him with a frustrated edge to your voice, carefully putting your mug back down on the table to avoid knocking it over.

“Open it.” He demands, leaning his hands on the desk. 

You glance down at the pile of files that Ash has shoved on your desk before you, and feel a frown grow on your face at his demanding tone. He was definitely being more of a bother than usual, which was saying quite something. "What's up your ass? Open what?" you respond tersely, your patience quickly wearing thin.

Ash rolls his eyes to the ceiling and shakes his head before looking back down at you. “What do you think? The files, smartass.” He huffs. 

The corners of your lips curl into an unimpressed sneer at his snide remarks, feeling irritated that he's already testing your patience this early in the morning. "What about them?" you ask defensively, arching an eyebrow and giving him a hard stare back.

Ash takes the file from the top of the pile and places it in front of you and opens it to a random page. You look down with a frown at the completely blank page before he begins flicking through the entire blank file. 

You glance down at the blank pages with a frown and a furrowed brow before Ash begins flipping through another one, feeling a mixture of confusion and irritation as more and more blank pages are revealed. After a few files you look back up at him and open your mouth to ask him what the meaning behind this is when he quickly holds up a finger, turning more pages before looking at you expectantly.

“The damn bags we transported are basically fucking empty” He explains as he gestures to the files. “Not only that but there was other evidence listed that was supposed to be in our bags that aren’t there either.” He stands up from the desk and crosses his arms. 

“Okay, but that’s not our problem. The bags are sealed when we get them and they're sealed when we deliver 'em.” You shrug and push the empty file across the desk, taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

“They're accusing us of tampering with the damn bags." He shakes his head and grimaces as loud voices and footsteps echo down the hallway.

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, and your mouth opens as if to protest, but it's cut short as two men abruptly enter the office you've been stationed in.

You sputter and almost choke on your coffee as Javier unexpectedly walks into the room, dressed in the same outfit you saw him wear during your hotel encounter and is accompanied by a blonde haired man. 

Javier's eyes flash over to you from the noise you suddenly made, and his mouth quirks in a smirk at your reaction. His gaze darts over your body and you instantly sit up straight in your chair, gently placing your coffee cup back down on the desk.

“Oh great.” Ash mutters under his breath as he spots the man he found in your hotel room. 

"So what's this about the evidence being missing?" The blonde-haired man asks, stepping up to the desk and opening a file. The frown settles on his face as he flicks through multiple blank pages, clearly trying to understand the situation.

Javier gives a quick glance over his shoulder, but his gaze ultimately rests on you again. You feel your pulse quicken as you feel warmth rise again in your lower regions, your body and mind responding to his heated gaze as his thumb wipes over his bottom lip.

Your eyes widen as you follow the way his thumb traces over his lips. You force yourself to tear your eyes from him and focus on the other man, trying not to think about how Javier had his head between your thighs for only a moment late last night and how your body is responding to that.  

“Who packed the bags?" The blonde-haired man asks, moving his head back and forth between you and your partner. He's clearly trying to figure out who is at fault here, who is responsible for the mistake of the missing evidence.

You explain that you are merely just the courier and that you are unaware of what is inside the bags. You confirm that the bags don't leave your hands from the moment they are given to you until they are handed off to the next embassy. “Whatever is or isn’t in the bags, is exactly how it was packed. Either someone is fucking with you, or this is exactly what you were meant to get Agent….” Your words trail off as you were unsure how to address him as he was yet to introduce himself. 

He introduces himself as Steve Murphy and gestures behind him and introduces Javier Peña. You chance a glance back at Javier and turn your head over to your partner before your cheeks flush as he’s still looking you over. 

Ash introduces himself as he shakes Steve’s hand and introduces you. You nod in greeting, keeping things cordial and professional even though you can’t stop thinking about Javier’s hands on you. 

“Alright, so show me this bag in question.” Steve asks, and Ash immediately volunteers to take him to the location of the bags in a locked evidence room. 

You start to rise from your seat, but Javier steps over and takes a seat beside you, lightly gripping your arm and pulling you back down. You shoot him a quick glance, clearly surprised and confused by this unexpected and intimate action. You then turn your gaze to the pair walking out of the office.

"So this is where you were dragged off to?" He leans closer to you as he talks, his smirk growing wider and his hand lets go of your arm. The goosebumps continue rushing up and down as your skin is teased and tantalised with each trail down of his fingertips. He gives a soft chuckle at your skin's reaction. 

You look back over at the doorway, making sure you are truly alone. His spare hand takes hold of your jaw, gently guiding you to look back at him. Your body melts as you surrender to his attention once more. “Why don’t we continue where we were so rudely interrupted? Hmm?” He hums as his eyes focus on your lips and your pulse quickens at his offer. 

You try to look away, but Javier’s hand tightens on your jaw. He forces you to look at him, his voice reassuring as he tells you that you are alone. "It's two in the morning, sweetheart. There's no one here but you and me." He leans forward, bringing his lips to yours. You're overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch, and your breath catches as your lips meet. The moment feels like an eternity, but only for a moment, his lips pull away.

Javier flashes his charming, mischievous smile as you try to chase after his lips, a soft whine escaping from your throat as his hand keeps you in place. "I bet you're just as wet as I left you hours ago?" He taunts you, a smug glint in his eyes as he observes the way your eyes slide shut. You confirm this by nodding as you try to rub your thighs together.

"Poor little thing." He teases, leaning in closer and his pupils growing darker as he peers down at you. “Been sitting here dripping into her panties?” You feel his gaze upon you as you try desperately to relieve the intense pressure between your thighs. You gasp as your leg is pulled towards him, his hand gripping your thigh and pulling it closer. You feel the warmth of his hand slowly spreading throughout your body, making it throb with desire and anticipation. “Need some help?” 

This time you fight against Javier’s grip, pulling your face away from him. You glance back over your shoulder, anxious that either Ash or Steve could enter the room and witness you and Javier’s intimate moment. You feel the heat of his body, of his breath, of his touch still lingering on your skin, and the thought of anyone bursting into the room causes a spike in adrenaline and stress.

Javier softly pats your thigh and then stands up from his chair, moving to the door and closing it. The distinct squeak of the lock being engaged is heard inside the room, giving you both the reassurance of privacy. "Better?" Javier asks softly, his voice carrying a hint of gentleness as he stands behind you. He tilts your chin to look up at him, his body close as he towers behind you. 

"Better." You respond truthfully as you lift your gaze and make direct eye contact with him. Your heart starts pounding in your chest, the adrenaline of the situation making it race and speed. His hot breath upon your neck as he bends down causes your body to shiver slightly with excitement, anticipation and desire.

"Good, because I can't stop thinking about how your cunt tastes." Javier whispers against your neck, his mouth softly grazing and exploring your skin. His breath against your neck is like a trail of warm fire, his words filling you with a yearning desire. Your body responds by arching slightly and tilting your neck for more access. 

His warm mouth on your pulse ignites a surge of sensation, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to shudder. You softly moan at both his words and the feeling of his mouth on you.

His mouth leaves your neck and you inhale sharply, missing the warmth of his lips and breath. Javier rounds the chair and stands directly in front of you. You breathe rapidly as you stare up at him, your chest rising and falling with each intake of breath. You feel as if you are on the brink of begging him to touch you again, desperate for that feeling of his mouth upon your neck, your skin quivering under the anticipation of his next move.

He leans forward until he is hovering above you with his hands resting on the chair's armrests, a smirk spreading across his face as he peers down at you. "You really are so responsive." He says with an amused edge, his lips crashing down upon yours with an eagerness that makes you quiver.

Your hands reach out and grasp his jacket as he feasts on your mouth, pressing you into the chair. Your body sinks back into the chair as Javier devours you, as if desperate to consume your entire person. Your breath catches in your throat as the kiss grows more fervent and heated, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly as you surrender to the feeling of passion.

His lips break from yours and return to your neck as you gasp in an attempt to catch your breath. You feel the waves of pleasure swirl inside of your stomach as he slowly moves your shirt to the side, exposing your shoulder as he bites down upon it. You shudder and squirm in your seat, your body quivering as if you are ready to explode from the intensity of the sensation.

"Please Javier,” you whine as he kisses the bite. He lets out a soft moan at your words and rises to look you in the eye. Your eyes are glazed and your mouth is parted, and his lips softly press against yours, teasing and tempting you with gentle caresses.

“Javi.” He corrects you and you quickly correct yourself and whisper his name and beg him once again, this time more softly and with more pleading behind your voice. 

Your stomach flutters as he pulls you up from the chair and turns you, pressing you against the desk. You eagerly climb back onto the desk and spread your legs as he stands between them while he holds your face between his hands. Your body responds instantly as you feel the weight of his frame against you, your hands reaching to try and push his jacket off. He chuckles as he kisses you again, his mouth devouring yours and his tongue probing into your mouth as if searching for more. He shrugs off his jacket for the second time in mere hours and tosses it on the floor.

His hands fumble with your pants buttons as he keeps attacking your mouth with his own. You struggle to keep up with him, feeling your heartbeat pulsating through your whole body as he leaves you gasping with every kiss. He pops the buttons of your pants and yanks, making you lift your hips as he pulls your pants down your thighs.

You pull your mouth from his and lean back on your hands, tipping your head back towards the ceiling to catch your breath. He kneels in front of you and quickly rips off your boots, your pants shortly following as his hands work quickly and furiously. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he forces your legs apart, his eyes hungrily locked on your clothed core. You bite down on your lip as he lets out a breathy moan at the sight of your soaked panties. You feel his breath warm upon your skin, and a sudden flood of arousal rushes through your entire body. "Fuck, they're drenched." He pants, his chest rapid rising and falling from the sight.

"Haven't stopped thinking about you," you confess, and it’s all he needs as he pushes your panties to the side and lets out a slow moan as he licks a long, hot strip up your centre, his moustache tickling your sensitive core. Your back and head hit the desk with a loud thud from the impact, your foot instinctively rising to the desk to lift your hips to meet the caress of his lips.

You let out a long, drawn out moan as the sensation of pleasure radiates through your whole body. Your body quivers and shakes as you feel it shattering through you. Javier's arm wraps around your middle and holds you down harder, pinning you tighter against the desk as his mouth pays your aching clit the same attention he paid you mouth. In other words, he was sucking the life out of you. 

You’d happily let him kill you like this. 

He pulls back too soon and you cry out, trying to reach down and pull him back. You look down and you moan at the sight of the bottom of his face almost dripping with your arousal. Your walls clench around air at the sight as he smirks up at you, his thumb wiping his bottom lip before sucking the juices from his thumb. 

“Of fuck.” You gasp at the sight and he chuckles. 

“As much as I love how vocal you are, you gotta keep it down, wouldn’t want that partner of yours walking in on us again.” His smirk widens at your shock. You hadn’t realised you had been making any noise, too caught up in this feeling of his lips on where you needed him most.  

He tugs on your panties and pulls them down your legs before standing up and leaning over you, his eyes playful as he looks down at you. “But don’t worry, I have a perfect solution for that hermosa,” He hums and you gasp as his thumb parts your lips. You groan at the taste of yourself and you push yourself up to take his thumb in your mouth and he moans at the feeling of you sucking and moaning around his thumb.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth and forces your mouth open as he shoves your panties into your mouth. Your gasp is muted by the wet fabric and he hums at the sound as he pushes himself from you and kneels between your legs again. He pulls your legs closer to the edge of the desk and your back hits the desk again at the movement as he lifts your thighs over his shoulders. 

Your back arches off the desk as two fingers are plunged into your core without warning, your shout muffled by the makeshift gag and his huffs as his other hand presses you back down to the desk again and keeps you there. 

“Don’t make me tie you to this desk,” He warns as curls his fingers and rubs, searching until your legs tense around his shoulders when he finds the spot that makes you want to scream out in pleasure. “I’d bet you’d like that though, dirty girl.” He teases before his mouth attaches to your throbbing clit and sucks and his fingers press down and drag. 

Your eyes roll and your head tosses back and forth on the hardwood, the pleasure too much yet not enough. Your legs pull him closer as the sweet heat swirls rapidly in your stomach, hands flying down to grip into his soft hair, tugging a moan out of him.

“Javi, I- Fuck!” You whine as you clench down on his pumping fingers as he adds a third, stretching you with his thick fingers. Your head slams on the desk as your vision blurs, the pleasure swimming through your body as your limbs start to tense up in anticipation.

Javi’s groan vibrates through your cunt and your eyes roll. “C’mon, be a good girl and cum on my face.” He orders as he lifts his face from you for a brief moment before latching onto you again.  

The pleasure builds and builds and builds. Your legs shake on his shoulders and you’re sure your grip on his hair is too tight but you’re so close, so achingly close. 

Javier’s teeth scrape on your clit and you scream behind your panties as the pleasure snaps. His hand leaves your stomach as your back aches and wave after wave of pleasure washes over you as your walls flutter around his fingers as they pick up speed, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

You slump back onto the table as you come down from the high as his fingers leave you feeling empty as he brings them to his mouth and tastes you, moaning at the taste. “So sweet,” He mutters as his fingers leave a string of spit as he brings them down to run a finger through your folds. You flinch at the touch as he flicks over your overstimulated clit and brings his finger back to his mouth as he removes your limp legs from his shoulders. 

He stands between your legs and rests his hand on your stomach as you breathe deeply from the orgasm he pulled from you. His other hand leaves his mouth as he palms himself over his jeans and he groans as his hand fists your shirt. 

“So pretty cumming on my fingers like that hermosa,” he praises as he looks down at your dripping pussy. “Bet you’d look even prettier cumming on my cock.” He groans as his hand grips onto your waist, kneading the skin there under your shirt. “You’d like that? Yeah? Cumming on my cock?” He asks, his voice needy and wrecked. 

Unable to voice your response, you look up at him and eagerly nod, needing him to fill and stretch you. 

“Fuck–” He groans and he grips his dick through his jeans, his other hand leaving your body to undo his zipper. “Such a good girl.” He praises and it sends shots of pleasure down to your core at his praise. 

He pulls a condom wrapper from his back pocket and rips it open with his teeth, spitting the plastic to the floor before pulling the condom from the packet. He pulls his jeans down enough to pull his cock out and rolls the condom on before he moves to lift both your legs over his chest and over one shoulder, his arm firmly around your legs to keep you still. He spits into his hand and pumps himself a few times, his eyes closing in pleasure. Your eyes widen at his girth and are suddenly thankful he used three fingers to stretch you enough for him. 

You feel the head nudge at your entrance and groan when he pushes in, the sting catching your breath in your throat. His spare hand that isn’t holding your legs to his chest sprays over your stomach as he hisses at the tightness. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in and swears as he keeps pushing until his hips are flush with your ass. 

The stretch is overwhelming, your eyes rolling and body going limp as pleasure swims through your body. 

His hand slides down and presses down on your lower stomach and you gasp behind your gag as he presses down to feel himself deep inside you, the position making you feel tighter and him thicker.  

“Fuckin’ made for me.” He groans as he pulls back and slams back in, the hand pressing down on your stomach making you feel him even more.

He builds an unrelenting pace as he loses himself in you, his eyes focusing between how your pussy grips him and your glazed over eyes as you lose yourself in the feeling of him pounding into you.    

You want to tell him how good he feels, how fucking amazing he’s making you feel but you can’t. Your panties are dripping with your drool, your own spit leaking from the makeshift gag and into your face. 

Instead you reach down and take hold of the hand pushing on your stomach and hold him there and he grunts as his hips stutter. He pulls his hand off you and takes your hand and pushes it on your lower stomach where his was and laces his fingers in yours as he makes you feel him rearranging your guts. Your eyes roll at the feeling and the sudden intensity of pleasure rising throughout you takes you by surprise. 

Fuck, you could cum twice from this. 

“You gonna cum for me again?” He asks, his voice tight as his eyebrows furrow and his lips part, puffing out air with each pump of his cock into you. “Need to feel you cum on my cock.” 

You nod, feeling pricks of tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure rising, not used to cumming twice in a row. 

Javier’s groan is long and drawn out as he takes his hand from yours and wipes a tear from your face. “Fuck- Feel that good?” He asks as he leans over and bends your legs over you. He moves one leg over to the other shoulder and you close your eyes at the change as your legs are folded to your own chest. His hands grip onto the backs of your thighs as your feet dangle over his shoulders, hitting him with each thrust.  

The change of position makes you scream in pleasure under your gag as he hits your g-spot and you would have thrashed under him if his body weight wasn’t pressing you into the table as his hips somehow pounded into you faster. 

“Can feel you getting tighter-” He grits between his teeth as his hips stutter. He slips a hand between your legs and presses tight circles into your clit and you choke on your breath. He tears your panties from your mouth and you gasp before his lips cover yours, muffling your gasps and moans.

You grip onto his shoulders as you start to shake, whining into his mouth as his fingers and dick pull the noises from you. 

One hard thrust pushes you over the edge and his mouth covers yours as you scream his name. His forehead crushes into yours as he swears, his hips moving in quick short thrusts as he chases his own release as your walls tightly flutter around him and he buries his head in your shoulder as his hips make three short thrusts before he stills, cumming into his condom with a deep groan, making your pussy grip onto him tighter. He grinds into you as his cock twitches, filling the condom and you sigh at the feeling, your fingers loosening their grip on his shoulders. 

He lifts himself slightly as he lets your legs down from his shoulders and you groan at the sore feeling as your legs hit the table. His chest rises and falls and he stands, looking down at where you’re still connected and softly runs his thumb over your clit, smiling when you whine. He slowly pulls out and grunts at the feeling.  

“So perfect.” He sighs as his hand trails down your thigh as you look up at him with a soft fucked out smile. He kneads your thigh and your body melts to the touch before his hand retracts and carefully takes his condom off before tying it and tossing it into the trash beside the desk and taking a few tissues from the tissue box beside you. 

He quickly wipes himself and throws the tissue on top of the used condom before he tucks himself back into his jeans and stands back between your legs. He drags the tissue between your folds and you try to push him away as he touches your very overstimulated clit. He chuckles and tosses the tissue into the trash. 

His hand snakes around your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss, making you moan into the sensation. The kiss is lighter and sweeter than before, and you sigh as his tongue dips into your mouth. Your breath catches in your throat as you melt into the kiss, the warmth of his body pressing into yours making your stomach flutter in delight.

He leans back before kissing the corner of your lips and stands up breathless. “Better get you dressed before we have visitors.” He says as he helps you up from the desk. Your legs are shaky as you stand and you blush as he steadies you on your feet. 

He walks over and picks up your pants, underwear and shoes, he hands you your pants as he places your shoes on the floor beside you. You go to take your panties from him but he flashes a mischievous grin and moves them out of your reach. “Don’t think you’ll be wearing these, they’re basically ruined.” He taunts as he tucks them into his jean pocket and you gasp at his action. 

“Javi, give them back.” You laugh in shock as you attempt to reach behind him to retrieve your underwear. 

He grins as he moves out of your reach as he takes hold of your wrists. 

The sound of voices down the hallway stops you and your heart falters. “Better put your pants on,” he teases and you glare at him before quickly tugging your pants on without your underwear and throwing your shoes on in a rush and the voices get louder. 

Javier rounds the table as he picks up his own jacket, shrugging it back on as he sits in the chair behind the desk, lounging with his legs propped up on the table. He grabs the Rubix Cube on the desk and starts fiddling with it as you hastily tie your laces. You feel rushed as you try to get your shoes back on, your hands shaking with the lingering effects of your climax.

“Better unlock the door,” Javier says in a nonchalant tone, his focus on the Rubix Cube puzzle in his hands. Your cheeks are flushed with heat and your body is thrumming with lingering arousal as you make your way to the door, hearing the voices of Ash and Steve becoming louder as draw closer. You hastily unlock the door, your limbs almost shaking with the rush of anxiety as they approach.

"Jerk," you mutter under your breath, clearly annoyed by his sudden behaviour. You walk back over to the chair you were originally sitting in before they left, trying to reclaim your composure.

The pair walks back in, their expressions neutral as they are unaware of the events that just took place behind closed doors. Javier hums softly as he looks up towards them, his hands still occupied with the Rubix Cube in front of him. 

"We have a flight to catch." Ash says flatly as he follows Steve in, his expression neutral as always. You let out a frustrated sigh as you lean forward and rest your head in your hands.

"I haven't slept in two days, Ash." You groan in a tired voice, feeling frustrated and annoyed as you push yourself up from the chair. Ash shrugs nonchalantly in response, his attitude seemingly unchanged from when they first left.

“Can’t you sleep on the plane?” Javier asks, finally looking up from the rubix cube and you shake your head, explaining you can’t leave the Diplomatic bags out of your sight. He hums and places the cube back on the desk and stands up from the chair. 

His eyes glance down at your body and smirks to himself as he places his hands on his hips. “Well, until next time.” He nods in your direction and you fight the blush that threatens to raise to your cheeks under his gaze. 

“Until next time.” You agree and turn to Ash as he gestures it’s time to leave. You say your short goodbye to both Steve and Javier and follow your partner out the door, leaving as Javier’s eyes tail down to your ass as you walk out the door. 

Ash looks over at you as you walk through the empty building, with a knowing look on his face. "In the office, really?" He remarks with a scoff. Your face flushes red in embarrassment, the sound of his voice carrying a sense of sarcasm as he mocks your actions. 

You give him a playful nudge on the shoulder and he stumbles over his feet, losing his balance for a moment before he is able to regain it and catch himself by leaning against the wall. He looks at you with a smirk, the feeling of your playful nudge making him laugh in spite of himself.

"Hope it was worth it, because you've got another day before you can sleep." He teases you as he returns to walking by your side, his tone playful and teasing.

You give off a nonchalant shrug, but inside you are thinking about Javier's groans and the feeling of his hands and mouth on your body. How he made you feel and how he made you crave more as he fucked into you. How he made you want to turn around and run back into his lap and beg for more.  

Yeah, it was worth it. It was definitely worth it.

Notes

Oh my, I have never written actual smut before. Is this even good? I have no idea.

on a real note, I started this back in October last year and dropped it as I started to get sexually harrassed at work and writing anything sexual made me sick, especially one that was about a workplace. Since then, I've gotten better about it and refused to let the situation stop me from doing what I wanted. So today I finally finished this one shot. Might be another part, idk.

[palant1r]

my boy Six!

He's got amnesia about his personal life from the gunshots but has other memories he can piece together to get an idea of his past. He's from the Western Shoshone nation, which is currently intermittently at war with the Legion, though that war has eased up as the Legion focuses its efforts on the NCR. He left home because he wanted to see the world, and being a courier allowed him to be a messenger between a ton of different tribal governments. Tribal governments after the war tend to use beads as currency, so he's got two very simple beaded necklaces as emergency funds.

He's a real smart cookie and has a silver tongue, and prefers to get out of situations without fighting if he can help it. This did not work out for him while trying to deal with families on the Strip, where despite fully intending to solve things peacefully, him and Veronica ended up having to beat their way out of both Gomorrah and the Ultra-Luxe.

Between his speech, lockpick and science skills, his ass is NOT being kept outta anything he wants to be in. And he loves being in locations and safes and systems and situations. Hates minding his own business.

He loves making friends, and started off his adventure just wanting to get his delivery back and then get back to his job, which he loves for the chance to meet new people and see new things. But the people he met along the way, from Boone's firsthand experience with Legion brutality to Cass's suffering at the hands of the current economic titans to Veronica's struggle to get the Brotherhood's head out of his ass, made him realize how much was at stake, and when he found out just how much power he had...well, Arcade's views on independence were the nail in the coffin, and Six has been fumbling around trying to figure out how the hell to overthrow three different governments and start a new one ever since.

He just joined the Followers of the Apocalypse, and is currently on fairly good terms with the NCR, though given how much they're dedicated to replicating settler colonialism there's no way he's letting them push past the Colorado.

He's a chronic junk hoarder, which has been made worse ever since he got the option to store shit at the Lucky 38. There is so much mac and cheese. So much armor. So, so much Sunset Sarsaparilla.

He's currently trying to use that Sunset Sarsaparilla to woo Arcade, and loves helping Arcade with his research.

hes my sweet cheese my good time boy and i am taking questions

[seat-safety-switch]

Relying on a network of package delivery folks to sustain ourselves is an interesting new way to live. My grandparents probably got one or two parcels each a year, and it was a whole-ass event when it happened. Crowd the whole family around. This box came from another town. Let's open it together.

Now, I get thirty or forty packages a week. That's only a slight exaggeration, but you can understand the scale of the problem we're dealing with. As with everyone else in this era, we are constantly ordering things from faceless automatons and expecting them to get here on time. So it's extra mysterious when you see a message like this in the parcel-smashing-company's online parcel tracking:

"Due to an emergency situation, the package has been delayed."

That's okay. The roads were pretty bad. I can't judge another worker for preserving their own safety, especially not when they're just delivering me some old car parts. They are, of course, car parts that I desperately need this weekend so that I can put them on a shelf while I wait for more car parts to arrive in order to complete the job. The next day, though, I got a whole different message:

"Uncontrollable events have delayed delivery."

Okay, that's enough. I decided to call in to the faceless parcel-smashing corporation's customer-support line, figure out what was wrong, really get to the bottom of all this. How dare you hold onto my garbage? How dare you not deliver it?

Turns out that the driver, my fellow working comrade, had taken a look at his options. He could drive through the blowing snow to deliver me a bunch of junk. Or, he could look at his gas gauge and realize he had just enough fuel to make it all the way to Mexico. Start a new life. Make different choices. Be a better person this time. Stay warm. I can't begrudge him a vacation, but I hope when his conscience is back in control that he ships back my parts using a different courier than I did.

[genshin-obsessed]

Helliuw~ Can I request how Luocha from Honkai Star Rail going after his crush (reader)? Thank you!

𓆩⟡𓆪 Ooh this is a cute one!! Well they all usually are, but I really like this one. Luocha is just so *sigh* 𓆩⟡𓆪 This was also much longer than I intended it to be, i didn't even realize. It may not be entirely compatible with his personality, but I was just having too much fun to change it.

How He Confesses

Luocha is a generally observant person, and he's good a picking up emotions of others. So, it wasn’t hard for him to recognize that his own emotions stirred when he interacted with you.

However, just because he can recognize these feelings doesn't mean he's good at acting on them. He’ll understand them but he’ll try to either deny it or just avoid it for a while in the earlier stages.

Luocha doesn’t want to rush things, which is why he tries to take it slow. But over time, he realizes just how much he loves you.

It does make it harder for him to take it slow, so at some point, he throws caution to the wind and just attempts to confess.

Here’s the thing, there’s a certain rule to confessing, right? Like you don’t just say it to someone’s face that you love them without setting up something. Doesn’t need to be anything grand, but some effort has to go in it.

Well, that’s what he tried. See, he wanted to confess in private, wanting the atmosphere to reflect the love he felt for you. So, he set up a little picnic in a secluded area he’d found. It was perfect, with how easily the stars could be seen, to the way the moonlight poured onto the seating area. It was truly the definition of beauty. The setup was easy, he needed a blanket, maybe a couple of pillows, a bottle of wine, some snacks, and a clear night.

But then apparently it was an extremely windy night? Like, he couldn’t get the blanket to stay, the small rocks weren’t helping too much, the basket flew away, he accidentally spilled the wine before he could even set it up. Like, the date failed before he even asked you to join him.

So, he tried something else. Decided maybe something indoors would be a more neutral choice. Even if it started raining, you two would be fine. So, he set up a reservation, asked to be put in a more private area so you could talk without much noise. The venue was all fancy and stuff, so you'd love it for sure!

But apparently four customers got into a heated argument that became physical. Somehow the fight moved to the kitchen and they ended up starting a fire? Everyone was evacuated and Luocha got a call mere hours before the date that they’d be closed for a couple of weeks due to the damages.

So, that clearly failed. Well, to hell with fancy confessions, he just needed to tell you right? Maybe it was best to confess in person then give you the option to take some time to yourself and think just in case. He was a little disappointed that his other plans didn't work, but maybe it was for the best! Putting you in that situation might force some pressure onto you to give him a response immediately.

The next time you two met up, he decided to go for it. He was running with the conversation and was building up to the confession… when you got a call from Yanqing claiming he had an emergency he desperately needed you for… and you had to leave.

At this point, Luocha had to wonder of it was even in the cards for him to confess. Cards! Oh! Nothing could possibly interrupt a card, right? Sure, it was the tackiest idea ever, but desperate times call for desperate measures!

The process of writing a love letter was much more complicated than he realized. He needed it to be short and concise, but not abrupt. He also didn't want it to be too cheesy with over the top metaphors and whatnot. Honestly, it took him at least 6 drafts before he settled on one that was bearable.

He debated on sending it to you through the courier but decided against it since so much had gone wrong already. Best part about this idea? He didn't need to take up too much of your time, even a few minutes worked as he just needed to explain it. Basically, he gave it to you and instructed you to keep it safe until you got home and then read it, so that you had that privacy. You agreed and he went home feeling somewhat mediocre. On on hand, he finally got the confession out, but on the other, it was such a dumb way- in his opinion (Pocky thinks love letters are hella romantic).

APPARENTLY you lost your entire bag and the letter with it. I mean, Luocha was at his wits end. It’s like the entire universe was against him just confessing. Everything that could go wrong, literally went wrong. Your entire backpack vanished! You wouldn’t even get a chance to reject, which, at some point, had someone stopped being a fear of his due to these bizarre circumstances!

Finally, he gave up and just kept his mouth shut. He realized how much trouble was being caused every time he confessed and decided to save the entire world some grief and just bury his feelings. He’d just die with them.

The days went on, nothing really happened. Like those weird events just magically went away which did make him wonder if he was being set up. He threw that out the window when he realized no other soul other than him knew about his feelings. You two hung out as often as you usually did but you started noticing Luocha’s behavior. It was… odd. Less cheery and more distracted. You tried to ask but he kept saying it was nothing and he was just tired.

Honestly, Luocha hated lying to you. Omitting details for others was easy but for you, it felt wrong. He didn’t want to distance himself but clearly he wasn’t meant to be with you.

Then you did the unthinkable. You just… confessed. Lemme explain:

“I’m ok. You’re worrying again.” Luocha said with a slight chuckle as he raised the teacup to his lips. He easily noticed you weren’t really convinced in the slightest, but he didn’t intend on letting you know anytime soon. Who knows, the entire street might explode to keep him from confessing.

“Of course, I would worry. I really care about you, you know.” Your words were spoken with no hesitation that it made Luocha’s hand pause in the middle of him taking another sip of his hot beverage.

“Huh? O-oh, thank you. That’s really kind of you.” He said, slowly returning to reality and waving his hand a little. As if you didn’t have to say such a thing to make him feel better.

“I mean it.” You pointed out as you leaned forward a little. “I really like you and you being so withdrawn makes me worry a lot.”

“I can assure you, I really am just- wait, what?” Luocha’s eyes widened as he fully registered what you’d just said to him. You seemed confused by his expression and just shrugged.

“Well, yeah. It’s normal to worry about someone you like, right?”

“R-right but you like me. Like… you’re romantically interested in me?” His words were deliberate and he wanted to make sure there was absolutely no confusion between you two whatsoever.

“Yes. I have a crush on you. Well, for me it's a bit more intense than like but you know what I mean.” His eyes immediately darted around and he even turned around to see the area behind the outdoor café. “Luocha? What’s wrong?”

After a moment of silence from him, the blond man sighed and turned back to you. You could visibly see the relief he felt.

“Honestly, I was expecting a skiff to crash and kill us.” You were taken aback by his morbid words, your eyes widening.

“Wh-why?”

“Yeah. Why? That’s my question too.” He replied, rubbing his face. “Wait, no. Forget that, you actually feel the same way?”

“Feel the same? Wait, you like me too!? Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, leaning even closer. At the simple words, Luocha felt a bitter feeling in his chest.

“I tried.” He replied flatly, pushing his hair back to recompose himself. “But my confession quickly turned into a series of unfortunate events.”

“Oh? What happened?” You asked, eyes filled with curiosity as you waited for him to elaborate. He was about to, opening his mouth to speak before he fell silent once more. What? No! No, he couldn't waste any more time.

“N-never mind that! Let’s talk about us. You like me, I like you. We should just go ahead and just get married.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head a little. Now, it felt like he was returning to his normal self. Honestly, it wasn't that bad of an idea- technically speaking.

“Marriage? Shouldn’t we go on a date first?”

“Why? Tomorrow’s never guaranteed and we might as well just make it official.” That and… Luocha was a little scared to propose seeing as how his confession went. At this rate, you’d be the one proposing. Well, he actually didn’t hate the idea.

You couldn’t help but laugh again and Luocha felt a smile tugging at his own lips. Ok, maybe he was jumping ahead a little too fast. So instead, he reached out and grabbed your hand, feeling the warmth and comfort of it.

“Kidding. Why not turn this into an official date, then?”

“Yeah, I like that.” You said, nodding and squeezing his hand. "I mean, I don't mind getting married right now but we should probably take it slow."