#worked my retail job and let it wash over me

[airbendertendou]

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the darkened sky greets you as you clock out, jacket slung over your shoulders and drink for the day half-empty in your hand. you blink, letting out a yawn as you venture to the car waiting for you. the backdoor opens, "[name]."

"hi, honey," you crawl into the car beside rindou, planting a kiss on his cheek. tired eyes look to the front, soft smile still painting your lips. "hi, boys. good day?"

ran turns in the drivers seat to grin your way. "all good with us, future-in-law!"

shion sniffles in the passenger seat, rubbing under his nose. he pouts your way helplessly, "gettin' sick, [name]! need your tea."

"hmph," rindou puts an arm over your shoulder, bringing you as close as the seatbelt would allow. he narrows his eyes, "you'll survive without it."

ran sneaks a glance at his brother with a teasing grin as he starts the car. the plan is simple - mucho is making dinner and, as rindou's partner, you've been invited. the tenjiku crew had always been nice to you anyways — you never minded spending time with them.

you stretch as you exit the car, your stuff still occupying your seat. the work shirt [technically your uniform] has been taken off, leaving you in regular clothes. you let out a small groan as your arms pop. rindou holds his hand out to you, "good?"

"tired," you send him a smile, lacing your fingers in his. you plant another kiss on his cheek, leaning into the responding one he leaves on your head. "a little hungry. ready to see everyone, too."

rindou hums against your temple, "think they like you more than me."

you grin, "maybe!"

kakucho answers the door, allowing the four of you in stiffly. he waves your way before leaving to the kitchen, mumbling a recipe to himself. mochi waves at you as he samples a piece of food, leaning away from mucho as he swats at him.

you feel eyes bleeding into you one second and then the leader is in front of you the next.

“bad day?” izana leans forward at the waist, wisteria eyes planted on you. they widen a bit, venegeful malice coloring them. “want me to have a talk with anyone?”

“no,” you grin at the threat. with a small, delicate hold to his hand, you squeeze it before dropping it. “i appreciate the thought, though.”

izana watches you for a second more before nodding. he lifts his nose into the air, "just say the word."

"i'll keep that in mind!" your grin doesn't fade as you spot the newest addition, kokonoi, keeping to himself. you wander up to him with your boyfriend in tow. "hi, koko. doing okay?"

the boy nods, face controlled and centered into a dull expression. "doing well." his gaze flickers to rindou before coming back to you. "that looked scary though. boss threaten you or something?"

"never," you snort. you lean in to stage whisper — the right side of rindou's mouth quirks up at the comical view. "he likes me too much. they all do."

kokonoi only smiles for a brief second, but you see that as a win.

——♡——

you plop onto the couch beside rindou as you're finally back home. your stomach is full and sore from the amount of laughter you shared with your friends. you let out a sigh and pat your stomach as rindou sits next to you. he tugs at your knees, pulling your legs up so that they're slung over his own.

you flex your ankle, wiggling your foot from side to side. you tilt your head, “think my compression socks are sexy?”

“super hot, babe,” rindou plants a kiss to your head. he taps your knee a few times before sighing. "don't wanna get up now."

nodding slowly, you purse your lips, "same."

rindou clicks his tongue a few times before speaking. "shower time — you wash my hair and i'll rub your back?"

"…deal."

——♡——

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Word game!<3

Hi friends! I was tagged by the lovely @finntheehumaneater to take part in the word game! My words were ache, tear, sob, grip and scream. Thank you for tagging me, it is so sweet to know my mutuals think of me!

CW- Smut, Masturbation, Phone Sex, DDLG? (Use of the term daddy) Blow-Job/Hand job, Eddie x reader, Steve x reader, Established AU Steddie, Boyfriend!Steve, Boyfriend!Eddie, Mention of menstrual pain, tears, tickling and fluff.

I nominate anyone who would like to take part who has not been tagged yet, your words are 'Bisexual' 'Alone' 'Princess' 'Supervision' and 'scent'. I picked the most random words I'm sorry!

Ache

It had been a week. Just one week away, you knew that it wouldn’t be fun being away from your boyfriend, everything about Eddie radiated comfort for you. It's not that you didn’t like coming home and visiting your parents, but it felt oddly haunting. The ghost of your childhood floating through the halls, you remember how they felt so much bigger when you were younger. But now at 23 you were able accept your family home for what it was, not a home but a house, it was simply four walls. You missed Eddie’s trailer. The familiar mess of his clothes piled up in the corner ready for laundry day, the assortment of his rings you’d find scattered around the place and the faint smell of weed and lager. It felt more homely than the overwhelming scent of vanilla washing powder that dominated the three-bedroom house you found yourself back in.

Checking the time on your phone, your fingers hovered over the call button. Eddie wouldn’t mind you calling this late, but you always felt a sense of guilt knowing he had to work early the next morning. He never did handle early starts well. You needed him. Displaying yourself on the bed in just your black underwear he’d bought you for valentine’s day the year prior, your fingers were tracing shapes on them mindlessly ignoring the ever-growing heat beneath them. Your mind playing mental pictures of all the times those fingers had been Eddie’s on nights like these, lazily zeroing over your underwear clad clit for far too long for your liking, he has always been such an immense tease. You let your body make the choices, hitting the call button. “Princess?” he almost growled answering the phone. His voice exposing the fact he’d been asleep only moments before this. “Need you Eds. Missing you.” whimpering under your own touch you manage to stifle your moans, not wanting to show your boyfriend your arousal so quickly. “What am I? Your booty call? Angel.” Rumbled. He was so intuitive, as if he had a sixth sense for your horniness.

Your clit was beginning to ache, shimmying your underwear down your legs to gain access to your heat. “Can’t I call my boyfriend when I miss him?” you whispered, slipping your middle finger through your folds and massaging yourself simultaneously gaining goosebumps on your arms from your touch. Moaning softly as your breath hitched, he teased “Of course you can darlin’ but I gotta tell you, hearing those sweet sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours had me questioning what it was you could possibly want from me at three in the morning, but who am I to deny a girl her daddy?” You could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the phone, undeniably undressing himself from those pajama bottoms he found so comfortable. You vision him taking his shaft in his fist, spitting onto his hand longing for it to be your cunt. He groans through his stroking; your once gentle massage had turned into sliding your fingers into yourself to the melody of Eddie’s hoarse sighs. “So princess, tell daddy what you were thinking about while you play with my pussy.” He grunts making your body writhe and your voice quiver. The next five days couldn’t pass fast enough.

Tear

You'd managed to hold it together all day, the rude customers that had no empathy for you, a young woman working a dead end retail job in the height of summer who had been given the most innapropriate comments from older men all day. You even managed to keep your public service smile on throughout the excruciating pains in your lower abdomen because of course mother nature would hit you hardest when you had to concentrate. The second you got home, you threw yourself onto your bed and let the tear that had been in your eye all day fall. You were strong willed at the best of times but it was just all too much today, sobbing into the sheets felt oddly theraputic, the outlet was a good relief but you still felt awful. The only thing you could think to do was fall asleep and hope it would all be okay when you woke up.

You woke to the sound of the bedroom door being flung open, Your boyfriend throwing down his work bag onto the desk and sitting down next to you. "Sleepyhead" he spoke as he stroked your hair, moving some rouge strands out of your face. Within an instant he was up again, you groan at the absence, curling up into a ball you closed your eyes again. Steve never could do anything quietly, its not that he ever wanted to disturb you but subtlety wasn't his strong point. Standing upright, you looked into the mirror. Your skin had broken out into hormonal acne and that fire in your stomach was still raging. You stared, trying to find anything familiar about yourself at this time. That's when you saw it, of course you'd bled through your jeans. You mentally added this to the list of things that had gone wrong today.

"Now baby, there's a nice warm bath with your name all over it" he whispered, entering the room but just peaking behind the door, you rushed to turn around. Its not that you were embarrassed of yourself leaking, you just didn't want Steve to see it. "If you just take off those jeans, I'll have them good as new by the time you're out of the bath." Steve looked at the ceiling, noticing that you couldn't hold eye contact right now. That was okay with him, being best friends with Robin as long as he had been, he'd learnt the do's and don'ts of these situations and practically wrote the handbook of 'How to handle people on their periods.' He just wanted you to be comfortable. Taking off your jeans and handing them to your boyfriend with a weak but grateful smile, with flushed cheeks you spoke "Thank you baby" rushing into the bathroom. You wondered how you got this lucky, viewing the rose petals in the bath and a full glass of water and pain killers on the side. He'd even set out for you a pair of his pajamas for you to change into once you were dry. Steve was an incredible boyfriend, even if you could hear him calling Robin to ask what stain remover to use on jeans..

Sob

"You're not gonna sob on me now Harrington are you?" Eddie teased, his smirk almost audible. The two had been watching rom-coms all evening because Steve "It's all they had left at Family Video" Harrington chose to, Eddie agreed begrudgingly knowing even if it wasn't his choice his boyfriend wanted to share these movies with him. "Shut up, don't think I didn't see your eyes watering at the funeral scene loverboy" Steve grumbled, his face nestled into Eddie's chest. "We wouldn't be sat here holding back tears if you'd had just rented Star Wars" he mocked playfully, his face flushing a little at the emotional admission. He'd never really let himself become emotionally vulnerable with anyone but Steve was different. He was soft, open and angelic. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he didn't care who knew. So if Eddie Munson was going to sit here sobbing with anyone, he'd choose Steve on all days ending in a y.

Grip

All Eddie could see was a mound of brunette hair moving down his chest, Steve's kisses were travelling south from his chest downwards and they felt extraordinary. He interlocked his fingers in his hair, needing to hold on to something as his boyfriend devoured his length into his mouth, teasing his tongue around the tip. Eddie's ecstacy encapulated the entire room as Steve's tongue possessed him. Eddie had to grip onto the bedsheets, almost ripping them off in the process as his hips began to buck under the pleasure. "Am I doing okay?" Steve hesitated as he came up for air, "Perfect darlin' so great for your first time." Eddie responded, caressing his love's cheek with his thumb before leaning in for a kiss hungrily "Want to make you feel good Teddy" Steve teased in between kisses, jerking him in the palm of his hand craving to give him the most pleasure imaginable. "Don't stress sweetheart, you're doing great." He replied with a fistful of Steve hair before he returned to his position. He never knew that sex could be this passionate but so gentle too.

Scream

"Oh my fucking god Harrington, make that noise again!" Eddie had just found out a very interesting quirk about his boyfriend, you'd think after a year of dating he couldn't have hidden something like this but here they were. Wrestling on the Harrington's living room floor, laughing alongside each other because Eddie had discovered Steve's weak spot. All he did was wiggle his fingers under his arms when his boyfriend was reaching for something from the top shelf that he was just a little to short to grasp. "Scream for me again princess, come on! I don't wanna have to tickle you worse. Or do I?" Eddie teased with a smirk. His boyfriend curling up into a ball to protect himself from Eddie's wandering hands, he wouldn't complain. Obviously not. Any physical affection from Eddie Munson, his long term crush made boyfriend was a god sent gift.

[lauronk]

I wish you'd write a fic where ellie was stressed with a job and joel was able to talk her through it and calm her down

this is not because I am stressed with my job hahahaha what

the spinny wheel of destiny picked yours! and boy what a choice because i have also been mad stressed at work lately.

wishing joel comfort upon anyone and everyone stressed at work lately!

what a way to make a livin'

length: ~1.9k words tags: joel & ellie; modern au; father-daughter relationship; shitty customers; retail work; no beta we die like david

All Ellie can think of right now - with this woman hollering in her face - is that gif of Emily Blunt from The Devil Wears Prada. Red eyes, stuffy nose, clicking around on the computer screen and murmuring under her breath “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.” Like it’s a mantra that she has to remind herself of, like if she says it enough times it’ll be true.

I love my job.

Except Ellie doesn’t really love her job all that much. She likes it, sure. It gives her a great discount on art supplies, helps her save up a little extra pocket money. Her coworkers are pretty cool too, always a bonus.

But she doesn’t exactly wanna be an art store clerk for the rest of her life, and people like this woman are exactly why.

She seems to have finally run out of breath, standing on the other side of the counter with her chest heaving and her cheeks scarlet, fury in her eyes. Ellie’d zoned out somewhere around it’s only missing one page and it’s barely a week past the return window and so now she stares at the woman a little blankly.

“Well?” She demands.

It’s right there, on the tip of Ellie’s tongue - Sorry, ma’am, I haven’t listened to a word of your bullshit, and I’m not doing your fucking return - but Jace had told her she was one more customer complaint from being canned. So she swallows it, pastes on a smile that probably looks more like a grimace, and forces out through gritted teeth, “Let me get a manager for you.”

She doesn’t get paid enough to get yelled at.

Jace, though, does, and more than that she loves getting to tell customers off; her face practically lights up at Ellie’s frustrated “She wants to return a used sketchbook purchased four months ago” and bolts to the register like she’s been told there’s a stack of cash there. Sure enough, after about a minute, the woman’s throaty yelling can be heard once again.

A customer in the paint aisle gives Ellie a commiserating look as she settles down onto the ground to take over Jace’s restocking.

“People can be such assholes, huh?” He says sympathetically, right as he takes a slurping sip of a McDonald’s drink and then sets it on top of a stack of canvases. He leaves it there too, and Ellie’s seized with the urge to pick it up and chuck it at the back of his head as he walks away.

You’re not any fucking better! She wants to scream at him.

Instead, she just scoops up the empty cup and tosses it in the trash, detouring to the bathroom to wash her hands afterwards.

Sketchbook Lady and Cup Man have both left by the time she reemerges, and Jace is strolling towards her with a vaguely triumphant air.

“Got her down to store credit for a quarter the value of the sketchbook,” she says happily, plopping back down onto the ground with the boxes of paint tubes. “And told her that if she abused any member of my staff next time she came in here I’d take her picture from the cameras and put a banned notice on the front windows for everyone to see.”

Ellie sighs tiredly, giving Jace a small smile. At least, if nothing else, she’s got a cool fucking boss.

One who’s watching her now with narrowed eyes, hands moving on autopilot as she labels and shelves the tubes. “Why don’t you go in the back and work on today’s shipment. Think we got nine boxes needing unpacking and inventorying back there.”

Ellie doesn’t even try to argue it - she just turns on her heel and strides off.

—

By the time she leaves three hours later, Ellie’s sweaty and exhausted, her head pounding with pressure behind her eyes. She’s supposed to get dinner with Dina and Jesse tonight, but she shoots them a text in the group begging off. She can’t, she just can’t, she’s too goddamn fried right now to socialize even with her best friends. So she just goes home. No music on the stereo, just a quiet podcast she’s only half paying attention to.

She doesn’t really feel herself relax until she’s pulled into her driveway.

Joel’s not home yet - his truck’s not in his driveway - so Ellie toes off her shoes by the front door and flops facedown onto the couch. Dina and Jesse like to poke fun at her for being almost twenty-one and still living at home with her dad, but Ellie loves it. She always jokingly replies that it’s cheaper that way, or that she doesn’t have to do her own laundry, or that Joel’s a better cook.

But really she just…hasn’t felt ready to move out. She’s been living with Joel since she was just shy of fifteen, the first home that she’s ever wanted to really stay in and had the feeling returned. All her foster homes before that were a mismatch, and then in a last ditch effort she got put with this cranky old fuck who Ellie had been sure was going to turn her out within a month.

He hadn’t though - he’d been the first person to ever really look at Ellie and see her.

Sue her, she wasn’t ready to move away from that yet.

Ellie gives herself ten minutes to decompress on the couch - with a few muffled screams into the cushions for good measure - before dragging herself down the hall to her bathroom and making herself take a scalding shower. Normally she cranks some music while she does it, but her head is still pounding and right now all she wants is some blessed quiet.

Fifteen minutes later she’s clean, in pajamas, and back on the couch with a bottle of water and her feet propped up. There’s a text on her phone from Joel saying he’s picked up takeout from Casa Colombia - Ellie’s stomach rumbles as soon as she reads it - so he’ll probably be home in another twenty minutes.

Hopefully by then she’s feeling less like peeling her skin off.

It’s ridiculous, Ellie knows that, letting herself get so worked up by a couple shitty customers at a retail job. She’s dealt with worse before, but some days it was just more frustrating than others - a constant stream of people who don’t see her as a person, simply a robot to find stuff for them or stand behind a register. And even the nice ones can get overwhelming when there’s so many of them. Just constant, non-stop interaction with people.

Ellie groans, letting her head fall back against the couch. All the stress that she’d managed to melt away with the hot shower and quiet time has come speeding back as she just sits here and wallows in her stupid, useless thoughts. Maybe she should’ve turned the television on to distract her.

The sound of the garage door opening greets her, and it lifts a weight off her chest.

Joel’s home.

“Food’s here!” He calls down the hall, and there’s a few thuds as he shucks his boots. Ellie doesn’t move, instead craning her head around to see him emerge, bags in hand. He’s grayer than he was when she moved in with him, wrinklier too. But he’s still Joel, still emanates that sense of safety she’s never been able to find anywhere else.

Still her favorite person in the world.

His brow furrows when he notices her sitting there, already in her pajamas - plaid pants and a (definitely not stolen from him) overlarge t-shirt adorned with a faded Cowboys star. He stills, head tilting as he looks her over. “‘Y’alright, kiddo?”

“Long day,” is all Ellie replies for now, pushing herself to stand so she can walk over and take the bags of food from his hands. Joel presses a quick kiss to her temple as she does, a gesture that never fails to fill her with warmth, before he heads to the cupboards to pull down plates.

They set the table and eat in silence, other than the occasional remark about the deliciousness of an arepa or the perfect seasoning on the churrasco. Ellie appreciates that about Joel, always has. He’s not one to talk about his own feelings, and so he doesn’t push her on hers. But when she wants to talk, he’ll be all ears. Probably have some good, weird southern wisdom too, something like you’ve got horse sense or just because a chicken has wings don’t mean it can fly.

Both things she’s heard him say in utter seriousness.

They both eat everything Joel’s brought home, and then Ellie handles the clean up and dishes while Joel goes to his room to shower and change. By the time he comes back in his own pajamas - which she definitely didn’t get him just because they matched hers - Ellie’s resumed her position on the couch, though with much less tension in her shoulders.

Amazing how much a good meal and quiet time with her favorite person can make the world seem like a good place again.

Joel lowers himself to the couch next to her with a sigh, a heavy hand patting her knee. “Gonna tell me what’s got you all up in your head?”

Ellie sighs, leaning over until her head is resting on Joel’s shoulder. “Just one of those days.”

She feels him shift, and then his cheek is resting against the crown of her head. “Tell me about it?”

The gentle question - one Ellie knows she could refuse to answer, say she doesn’t feel like talking about it - asked in his rough twang, does the same thing it has since she was a teenager. It makes her open her mouth and the words come flowing out.

She tells Joel about Sketchbook Lady and Cup Man and the person who’d hung up on her and the older man who’d kept staring at her chest and the woman who had practically tossed her payment in Ellie’s face and the perfectly nice lady who wanted to tell Ellie her whole life story while purchasing one pack of coloring pencils and a single tube of red paint.

It’s still draining, reliving all the seemingly trivial interactions she’d had, but this time it’s like unloading a weight from her shoulders. By the time she stops talking, finally done, Ellie feels like she could just pass out right there against his shoulder and sleep dreamlessly.

“‘M sorry you had such a day,” Joel replies quietly, readjusting them so his arm’s around her shoulders, and he squeezes ever so slightly. “I bet you'll probably have more shitty ones though, sorry to tell you. But just remember that you're good at your job and they're lucky as hell to have you, baby. And you can handle some shitty assholes. 'F you can't, just let me at 'em.” Ellie chuckles softly, burrowing a little closer to him.

They're both quiet for a few minutes, and Ellie's just about to suggest popping a movie in and digging into the ice cream in the freezer when Joel speaks. “You’re off the next two days, ain't you?”

“Yeah.”

His hand comes up to cup the back of her head, tilting her so he can press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Why don’t you ‘n me take a little day trip or somethin’? Go down to San Antonio, hang out at the Riverwalk. Or we could go out to Fredericksburg?” He offers the last suggestion a little hopefully, and Ellie grins.

“You just wanna go back to the World War II museum,” she teases.

“...No.”

Ellie giggles, eyes slipping shut when his dull fingernails start to scratch over her scalp. “Fredericksburg it is, then.”

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[fuck-customers]

So I’ve worked at my job for two years and it used to be pretty chill. I had two previous managers and they were awesome. Once we got all the work done for the day and the store wasn’t busy they let us sit down and use our phones. Obviously putting them away when a customer came in. Everyone worked well together. We got a new manager however and he is completely different. He’s very strict about the tiniest of things. He’ll usually tell me what to do the previous day or before he leaves and I always do it. But the next day he lists to me what I did wrong. I used the wrong soap to wash the wine bottles (nevermind that I’m the only one that does it). Or I let my coworker leave the doors open so she can stand in them and people watch (I’m not her boss). I didn’t do enough last week (I was off for 5 days). I didn’t do enough cycle counts (it’s impossible to do while watching till). I sat down for 10 minutes in between tasks (he sits down all day on his phone while leaving paperwork for my asm to do). I didn’t face the cooler (it was busy all night and I legitimately did not have time). He watches the camera footage of the previous day and finds the tiniest of shit I didn’t do or didn’t do good enough and nitpicks me about it. I find this incredibly invasive and don’t appreciate the feeling of being watched even when I’m alone in the store. Two coworkers quit after he was hired, one I know was because of him and the other I’m not sure. I’m thinking of quitting too but this is one of my first jobs and I’m not sure I’d find anything better. I don’t have any qualifications to get me out of retail and aren’t most managers like this? Did I just get lucky with the first two? Do you guys think this is enough to quit over?

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[huorror]

interview

“...A visitor?”

It is not unusual to see visitors in the Parlor Car of the Astral Express. No, that’s not the unusual part. What is unusual is the morose young Foxian girl sitting on one of the couches, legs dangling off the side. Her dark eyebags hardly suit her otherwise youthful countenance and she seems to be mumbling to herself.

Ah, no use beating around the bush! The poor girl’s tail is on fire and she hardly seems to notice, much less care! It might not be burning the seat and there’s no smell of burning flesh, but surely it must hurt tremendously!

“Excuse me,” the hapless crew member can’t help but attempt to offer their assistance. “Do you perhaps need—”

The girl jolts out of her seat at the approach, ears and cowlick flopping as she bows deeply. The hat atop her head begins to slide off until she hurriedly puts it back in place.Standing up suddenly, her knees tremble like a newborn fawn. Her tail flicks (a sign of annoyance in Foxians, at odds with her timid demeanor), but the flame remains burning ever bright.

Her voice pitches upward, “I-I’m sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I?! It’s just so relaxing here… b-but I can go back if you need me to!”

Oh dear.

The deep commanding voice of a man with no clear source resounds through the car, “Stand up for yourself, you spineless girl! You were here first! Don’t let a mere human push you around!”

“B-but Tail…” The girl mumbles, wringing her hands.

Oh… oh dear. She’s talking to her tail, which is on fire. A bona fide weirdo, this one. Whatever is going on here is far outside the scope of an average crew member, but they’ve already initiated the conversation. They’d never hear the end of it if they just left a visitor in trouble, especially when they can feel the Conductor glaring daggers.

An awkward customer service smile rises to the crew member’s face. For the sake of their paycheck, they must follow through…!

“Are you perhaps… having trouble relaxing in your daily life? Is there something you’re not content with, Miss…?”

“Oh!” The girl seems to realize she has neglected to give her name, tired eyes widening. “H-Huohuo! I’m Huohuo and this” —she gestures to her tail, who huffs in response— “is Tail. And um, to tell you the truth, I’ve actually… been trying to quit my job.” “Trying?” Tail scoffs. “Her resignation letter never gets anywhere even close to the desk! Can you even call that trying?”

“Your job? Where do you work?”

Looking so ragged for one so young, it definitely has to be retail.

“I—I’m a newbie judge of the Ten-Lords Commission. My job is subduing evil spirits.”

The crew member’s eyes nearly bulge out of their skull. She’s not just some weird kid with a talking tail, but one of the judges! A sudden rush of relief washes over them that they had not voiced their thoughts of her looking like a helpless child or that they found her tail quite unnerving.

 “Ten-Lords?! You must be very strong, Miss Huohuo!”

Huohuo waves her hands frantically, “N-No, not at all! I’m not cut out for the job at all! I’m afraid of evil spirits, but they still make me go out and catch heliobi anyway! I’m sure they just promoted me by accident! Besides, Madam Hanya and Madam Xueyi are always helping me out… I wish I was even half as brave as them…”

“Bah!” Tail spits. “Forget them, this wimp is always crying for my help! You should hear her, always crying, ‘Save me, save me!’ Without a powerful heliobus like me by her side, she would have been consumed by some weaker spirit long ago. I keep her out of trouble!”

“N-no, you’re the one who gets me into trouble! Every time I try to run away, you just send me right back towards the enemies!” Huohuo sighs and puts her head in her hands. “I’m probably going to spend the rest of my life as the Ten-Lords Commission’s resident scaredy-cat… There goes Huohuo, cursed one and chicken extraordinaire… None of the movies I’ve been watching have helped at all, either. I really should resign, after all.”

“Bahahaha! You really think those are gonna help you develop some guts?! Experience is what you need! And that means fighting!”

The host and parasite comedy duo continue bickering between themselves, crew member entirely forgotten. Taking advantage of the chance, they slip away quietly. Paycheck be damned, dealing with a Ten-Lords judge and her pet heliobus is way above their paygrade! If someone else wants to step in, by all means, be their guest!

By the time they’re several cars over, an anguished cry can be heard in the distance.

“Ahhh! My vacation time is over! I-I don’t wanna go back to work…”

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I enjoy Ted and Bob cuz you are not afraid to let us hate them. Heck, you originally introduced them both to be hated by us in-mass! I've commented before how Lives AU gave us more facets to Dadler, after you gave us so many reasons to hate him and then go "but look at this pathetic we mew mew" about him. And Bob gets it in the main Lofi fic too (less pathetic mew mew and more like "oh hey, guess he's not ENTIRELY ass)

Adding the layer you created these characters to be hated.. but they are not truly villains, just antagonists for certain parts of a story. Then show us their humanity. You allow them to show good sides too while not claiming it washes them free of sin.

LAYERS!

LAYERS EXACTLY!

Like... The thing was that Ted was originally created to be like "the main creator one-off guy that was a fucking asshole and dies to progress the story"

Like back near the start, I didn't even really have a name for him, and it shows.

Just by Ted saying vague shit like "you don't need to know my name" when it's really a basic ass name (which is funny to me)

But as I kept building him as such an intricate part of Sun and Moon's trauma and backstory.

I saw a lot of me in him. Especially during my "Dead inside" years of Retail work (especially when I worked two jobs on like two hours of sleep a night for around three years) .

And I kinda adopted him. Because in a way, he was a part of me that needed a lot of healing I wish I had at that time.

Sure, you can take his story in Lofi at face value and not really bother to read the Lives AU if you don't want and just say,

"oh he's a fucking stereotypical asshole dad to fill a role who got what was coming to him"

And yeah, that is true, but at the same time, they are robots, and Ted was very sleep deprived, and I doubt he thought a lot of things through, as shown in later flashbacks, when he seems genuniely shocked when Sun told him that "umm hey, our pain receptors were on?" "OH SHIT. My bad" "wait? you weren't torturing us on purpose? But you acted like you were?" "oh that was probably the demon drug rabbit don't worry about it." "oh okay............THE WHAT?"

There's a lot of Lofi and Twins only readers who hate Ted, and I won't take that away from them if they don't want to read an au where asshole ocs go to therapy. Lol

I really am enjoying writing the chapter of Lofi right now. We'll get a lot of "Bob antagonist" moments, and you can actually see what cause Sun and Moon to HATE Bob so much, instead of being told it by Protag and the Boys in Twins.

Bob will be at his worst, And I slightly worry that everyone will just see that and throw him in the fire cause he's "Mean to the Sun and Moon blorbos" lool

But honestly, I feel Sun and Moon befriending Bob at all in Twins shows expentiual growth on his part, and if you read Twins. you'll be able to see the contrast of how Bob was like five years ago, compared to how he is when Protag enters the picture.

God, I'm just so excited for everyone to hate Bob all over again.

I hope everyone recovers and still likes him by the end of all this.

In Lofi, Bob will be the biggest fattest PILL you have ever took.

[succubratty]

Lili's Kinky Diary: Smelly adventure with Emma in the worker's bathroom mall

CW: fart kink/eproctophilia/musk/scent/soft scat/pee

Hey, I wrote a small story about Lily and Emma; if you want to know more about them, you can read their stories here:

Lili’s Kinky Diary: How I knew my best friend had amazing farts. Part I | II | III and final

We were saving money with Emma, and her mom got us a part-time job at an underwear retail shop at a local mall.

So we've been working all day; it's summer, the air conditioner isn't working, and Emma has a speedy metabolism, so she goes a lot to the bathroom during work hours.

She texted me asking me to grab a new pair of panties and bring them to her because she's a mess down there, she's kind of a spoiled brat, and I love that.

So I went to the bathroom and asked her where she was; she opened the last stall door, lifted her skirt, and told me —Look, I'm a mess!— with a pouty face, and she showed me her hot steamy, sweaty panties.

I could see the steam and sensing her pussy smell from the entrance of the stall; she knows I like this stuff; she just wanted to play, so I approached her, and with a severe but playful tone, I told her

—Well, let's check out what I can do to clean this mess.—

I slowly started huffing her vulva over her panties; gosh, she reeked! But she reeked! so well, and begun kissing her down there, slowly but with firm pressure on my lips, just to catch that pleasant smell.

She started to get wet so fast that I put her hands over the toilet water tank —Let's check this rear end.—

—Awn mommy, I've been trying to wipe well as you taught me, but I failed— I blushed so hard I love when she calls me mommy!

I could see a small line made of her poop stains; I grabbed her cheeks and spread them, her panties were still on, and in an instant, her potent ass stench got inside my nostrils; gosh, I love her smell of sweat! 🥴

—You didn't wipe well indeed, hunny, but don't worry, mommy is gonna clean you so well.— suddenly:

FRRRRFTTPSFFLFLRRTTTTFLRTFLRTTTT!

A colossal gas hit my face, but in the end, it sounded so wet; then the smell of poop hit me —Baby, did you just sharted on my face!?— she was giggling a lot, and I started to spank her, but I had to stop because a bunch of girls that ended their shift entered the bathroom.

So we were there, in the bathroom stall, trying to keep quiet, we were face to face hugging, and she told me with a low voice, still giggling, —Your face smell like ass— and Emma could not stop laughing.

—It's your ass, dummy— I answered, giggling too, and we started kissing slowly; I slipped my fingers down her pussy, rubbing her directly.

When all the workers left, Emma sat in the bathroom, peeing again because she orgasmed so hard.

I was washing my hands when she asked me —Lily, do you have that clean panty?— I just looked at her with a smirk,

—No f*cking way, Lily, you did it again? I'm not going to walk home without my panties again; it was so embarrassing!—

I pulled the new panties from my back pocket —Well, you sharted on my face; maybe you don't deserve a new set of panties; look, I got you one with strawberries.—

—Awwn Lily, I love them; please let me return home with my panties on; probably I'll stain them because I'm still so horny.—

She was so excited I just couldn't say no to that cute face; I just caressed her face —Ok, my baby girl, when we go back home, we have to pick up where we left off.—

She loves when I do that, you can picture her dumb face with hearts flying around her when I do it.

So that's it mostly; that summer was so fun; we did tons of nasty stuff working at that mall. 🤭

______________________________

Thanks for reading my story! 🥰

With love! ✨

Ellie Eiffing

SuccuBratty 💖 

[heart-forge]

Hi, do you ever get sad or lose confidence in your writing? Sorry if this is a bit depressing. I really enjoy your writing and I'm having a crisis over my own. Hope you're having a great day.

Oh absolutely. Oh for sure. And it’s a little trite to say “everyone feels that way” but it’s the nature of humans that I am constantly telling my beloved friends that their work is fantastic and even on bad days if there’s anything wrong with it, it’s clearly because they’re working through a brain fog so thick with agony from the struggle associated with being alive (to say nothing of the year of pandemic, uncertain and constantly moving goal posts associated with literally any professional work, and historic job insecurity) that it’s just something that happened to slip through the cracks and is by no means a reflection of them as a creator...

...but you know, when we ourselves do it it’s actually bad and realtime proof that all our illusions of progress and hard earned skill are finally disappating into the smoke that they are, revealing us nakedly in the light as frauds.

One thing I associate with myself a lot is the fear that my work is like. Good enough, you know, as in it’s not anyone’s favourite but it’ll do in a pinch, or that it’s secretly super cringe content that people consume in private but isn’t fit to really hang my hat on as art I have made. Or, that I’m slowly disappointing people: that the quality of every chapter is slowly falling, and that people will eventually lose interest altogether as chapters slowly become meandering, boring, and totally nonsensical.

One important thing to remember is that like, obviously that isn’t true, but also that the most bullheaded and stubborn way we have to deal with this lie is to keep making things anyway. I put chapters out when they’re done even if I’m self-conscious about them, because I’m self-conscious about them due to my impossible standards for myself and nobody else and that’s no reason to torment myself.

I think another thing we have to just kind of settle into is the idea that making things just feels kinda bad sometimes? It feels good enough that you keep going but also like...sometimes we just feel bad, as people, through no fault of our own with no real solution other than to work through it. That’s kind of the point of self-care, no? Sometimes we just feel bad and it’s more useful for us to understand that a shower and some ice cream will make us feel better than it is to try and reckon with the philosophical concepts of art and perfection and how they intersect with capitalism to destroy our self worth.

Also a very good not-so-secret-secret that @leylses articulated to me [time] ago, is that if it feels really bad and you’re constantly in a foggy miserable muck..........................stop doing it. You don’t have to stop forever and it’s not a failure on your part, but why keep forcing yourself to walk on a broken leg? Lemme find the TikTok....

This one from ghosthoney on TikTok !! This is actually a Twitter link but that’s the only place I could find the video RIP but anyway there’s captions on the video but the gist and most important takeaway is when he says “if you’re an artist you’re always going to be an artist and no amount of time you spend away from creating is ever going to change that”. 

You can just....not do a thing if it’s making you miserable, and I’ve met a lot of professionals (and have friends who have met professionals) where it’s definitely been a case of babe, the solution to your problem is to take a break. Not like an hour or a weekend or that thing where you take a week but you’re just counting down to when you have to get back to it......if you’re like PEAK miserable all the time, stop walking in your broken leg. Artists need to consume content too so rather than worry about quality and quantity, do what you gotta do. Whether that thing is powering through, treating yourself kindly, or being like “actually fuck this” and playing video games instead.

[afictionalwhore]

Mr. Tough Guy

A/N: this is for my dear friend @libiraki as a sort of pick-me-up for bad days 💞 it’s my first time actually writing for Dabi and not messing around so I was nervous af writing for the Dabi Queen 🥺

TW: ??? Soft Dabi???

Word count: 2K

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You rolled on your side to glance at the clock. Glaring electric numbers and letters taunted you back—2:36 A.M. Dabi wasn’t coming home again tonight. You knew you couldn’t get mad at him; it was Shigaraki always sending him out on ridiculous missions. But you were much too afraid of voicing your complaints to the temperamental man-child, so you contended yourself with being mildly annoyed at your pyro boyfriend. You sighed before pulling his pillow across the bed and over you, spooning it and breathing in the lingering scent.

You were almost asleep, when you felt the mattress dip beside you. Warm, rough arms wrapped around your small frame, pulling you into a lean chest. You felt the gentle tug of staples on the thin shirt you were wearing, shaking you awake just enough to be coherent. 

"So you finally decided to come home?" you sleepily grumble, refusing to turn over to look at him.

A husky, smoke-heavy voice hummed from behind you before you felt Dabi nuzzle his face gently against your back, careful not to hook any more of his staples in your clothes. You were annoyed enough at him coming home so late without him accidentally ripping your shirt or staining it with blood from his charred skin. Dabi breathed you in. 

"You're wearing my shirt, doll," he said, grateful that you were turned away so you wouldn't witness the blush dusting his unscarred cheeks. "You must have really missed me." 

"Don't flatter yourself," you replied. Knowing how much he loved seeing you in his clothes but being unsure of when exactly Dabi would home, you had been going to sleep in his loose shirts. The large scoop neck did next to nothing to hold in your boobs, and the hem typically reached your midthigh standing, rolling up to barely come over your ass in your curled position, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the man himself.

“No, Dabi,” you huffed as he began to slowly grind into your ass. “You stink. How long has it been since you had a bath?”

“How long have I been away again?” You could hear the smile in his voice. Dabi never took a bath without you to help him. Bathing Dabi after a long mission quickly became one of your favorite activities. He knew this and was absolutely using it to get back on your good side, though you didn’t mind the fact at all. His latest excursion was almost two weeks, and you wondered how his league mates could stand him for so long.

“Go warm up some water and get some wash rags.” You told him. 

“Yes ma’am!” Dabi pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before rolling off the bed, the mattress springs giving a low groan with the shifting of his weight. 

As you rose from your comfy position, swinging your legs over the side of your bed  and planting your feet on the cold floor, you remembered the first time you had given Dabi a bath. 

You had, simply put, a rough day at work. You knew that when working retail, most days would be simply not good, but that day really took the cake. Somehow the blame for everything landed on you, despite the problems originating in different departments. Your fuse was blown short when a middle aged woman insisted she knew more than you, screaming that she wanted to speak to your manager and accusing you of "withholding" items from her when you didn’t take her expired coupon for an item that she didn’t have and you didn’t carry. Somehow "ma'am, we don't even have a back to check. I’m sorry," escalated into "you dumb bitch can't get laid and has to take out her pent up frustration on retail workers." Needless to say, your boss did not appreciate the comment, and you were told you had to be "let go", as though he was trying to break up with you gently instead of firing you.

 You would much rather go out and get something to eat on days like this. Chicken nuggets, fries, something greasy and comforting. Unfortunately for you, you and Dabi had recently started a budget, after a scare of not making rent due to spending too much on delivery and takeout. With your newfound unemployment, you decided the wisest decision would be to just go home and take out your frustration on some poor helpless rice cakes. Spicy but simple was perfect for the day you were having.

That’s what led to you hunched over the stove, saibashi in hand, viciously stirring the bright red sauce into the cylindrical gooey rice cakes.

“I need your help,” Dabi had said, appearing in the small entryway between the kitchen and your bedroom. 

You stopped your stirring. Dabi needing help meant one of two things: he needed to hide a body or he wanted a blow job. After the day you had, you were in no mood to play any of Dabi’s games. You turned fast to face the man, almost giving yourself whiplash and pointing your chopsticks at him as though you would stab him if he didn't choose his next words very carefully. Dabi took a step back and raised his forearms up in surrender.

“What do you want?” you practically growled at the man, shaking your chopsticks and dripping red sauce on the floor below.

“Do you think you could help me take a bath?”

Your eyes went wide with shock before realization of his request set in, and your features immediately softened, the muscles holding you tense relaxing, as Dabi gazed at you with a shy, almost sheepish, expression. You gently set the poor saibashi that were about to snap in your grasp down on the counter beside the stove.

“Okay, baby,” you said, smiling at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling, tears threatening to spill over at his sweet request. “Of course! Why don’t you go get some warm water and a soft rag?”

Since then, Dabi would every so often request help with a bath. It was always something that he had to be the first to mention. This was a side of Dabi you cherished. It was like watching the hummingbirds sip from the nectar feeder outside your window. To ask of it yourself felt almost akin to trapping the bird and keeping it under lock. He would never tell you what it was that made him finally decide to look more after his hygiene. You had the slight feeling that it was his insecurities settling in. Everyone in Dabi's life had abandoned or used him, and you had deduced that he feared you would leave him if he didn’t start to take better care of himself. The scent of light cherry blossoms and sweet peaches radiated from you while he smelled of rotting flesh and old cigarettes.

You made your way to your bathroom, a typical affair for a tiny Tokyo apartment, but it was just enough for you and Dabi. You pushed the sliding glass shower door open and stepped in, knocking over a few almost empty bottles, still clad in just Dabi's white t-shirt. 

He sat on a small stool placed in the center of the shower, glancing up at you as you slid the door open. The seat was just a little too small for him, forcing his knees to bend awkwardly up to his chest as he slouched back over. You drank in the sight of him. From the scars that decorated his chin and the top of his chest, forearms, and legs to the gleam of the staples that just barely held him together. You loved everything about him, despite the patchwork of purple scars that littered his body. You had a feeling deep down that despite his rough exterior, Dabi was insecure about his body. When you had met, he smelled of rotting flesh and cigarettes, and while he still retained the smoke smell, you figured that he began to grow self conscious over how you may have perceived him. 

You started with his face, dipping the soft rag into the bucket of warm, soapy water Dabi had made before pressing it gently over his closed eyes. You made your way around Dabi's face, lightly patting the warm, damp rag against his skin.

Dabi made a small hum in the back of his throat as you made your way to washing his neck, the same gentle patting motion you had used to wash his face. 

"That feels really nice, doll," he sighed.

You moved on to his arms, starting with his right shoulder and gently nudging him to rotate his arm. With as many times as you have done this now, it didn’t take much for Dabi to pick up on your wordless request. You worked your way down his arm and back up, wringing the rag out to run down the drain before dipping it into the clean, mildly soapy water to start washing his left side. 

As you repeated your gentle motions on his left arm, you noticed Dabi staring off. He looked deep in thought, enough to worry you as Dabi usually had a sharp tongue during his baths, hoping to stir you up and enjoying watching your face flush with embarrassment at his crude words on what he planned to do to you to repay you.

“You tired?” you asked, a small smile crossing your face.

“Mmmm” Dabi nodded. “Yea, I guess.” You decided not to push it and rang out the rag again so you could move on to his chest.

As you pat the damp rag onto his collarbone, careful not to let the charred skin get any more damp than what was necessary to keep him feeling fresh and clean, you heard Dabi mumbling.

“What was that?” You looked up at him, eyes wide in fear that you had hurt him. Dabi was still staring off to the side.

“I’m sorry,” Dabi murmured, barely audible despite your closeness. “For being away from you for so long.” He still refused to look at you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was Dabi really apologizing? And for something that deep down you both knew wasn’t truly his fault. The Dabi you knew would never, even if bathing Dabi did tend to bring out a softer side of him. You were dreaming. You had to be. You had fallen asleep, waiting for Dabi to come home, and ended up dreaming of bathing your lover. 

“I mean it,” Dabi whispered, looking down at you with bright blue round eyes more befitting of a small husky puppy than a wanted arsonist. "I'm sorry. You put up with so much from me. You could have left at any time while I was away, but you didn't. You just kept waiting and trusting I'd come back." Dabi took in a deep breath. "I think I love you."

Despite his frightening exterior, Dabi was truly quite soft; he just often had trouble expressing that softness. Bathing Dabi brought out a side of him that only you saw, a sweet, lonely man who so desperately wanted to open up to someone but was afraid of being abandoned or worse, betrayed. This was who Dabi really was underneath his tough guy shield. This was the Dabi that you loved. Something must have happened while he was gone to make him really open up to you like this, but you didn’t want to pry; Dabi would share in his own time. Just hearing those three little words was enough for you.

You tried your best to stifle your tears, ducking your head down and dropping the rag in a pitiful attempt to hide your tears. 

“Aw damn,” nothing got past him. “I went and fucked up again didn’t I?”

“No,” you started, sniffling lightly. “No, Dabi. I’m just really happy you’re home. I love you, too.” 

“Hurry up, would ya!” Dabi tried to bark, an attempt to gain back his tough guy act. “You've still got my whole bottom half to do, and I’m getting cold over here!” 

You couldn't help but giggle at him, pressing a sweet peck to the scarred part of his cheek and fully enjoying the blush that crept up the rest of his face.

[simkhira]

I Have 300+ Gameplay Mods?! & Yes, They All Work Together...

Yes, you read that correctly. I have over 300 gameplay mods / overrides in my game. 340 to be exact. & Yes, they all work just fine together. By that I mean hardly any last exceptions / errors. So if you are looking for ways to spice up your game - here you go, sis:

⭐ = my ultimate faves

PLEASE SEE ALL 300+ LINKS ON YOUR MOBILE DEVICE! desktop tumblr won’t let us be great.

BIG DISCLAIMER: Use these mods at your own risk! Just because all 300+ of these mods work for me, does not mean they will work for you. ALSO - when patch day comes, do not refer to this list for the most up-to-date versions of mods… I will only be updating this list when I feel like I need to.

O K A Y

let’s start with... the basics:

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats Extension ⭐

More Columns in CAS ⭐

No Mosaic ⭐

CAS Background

CAS Blob Remover

CAS Immersive Lighting

CAS Tidy Accessories + Details

New Loading Screens

Cube Map Remover ⭐

Into the Light (Lighting Mod)

Out of the Dark (Lighting Mod)

Twinkle Toes (Lighting Mod)

No Fade on Sims and Objects

Build/Buy Camera (Tab Mode) ⭐

Lot Trait Effects Hider

Smaller Plumbob ⭐

& then you need... realistic socialization:

Chat Pack ⭐

Whim Overhaul ⭐

Meaningful Stories ⭐

Personality Please

Better Elders

More Face to Face Conversation

Call Over Sims (Higher Distance)

Call Anytime + Chat Longer on the Phone

Unlisted Phone Numbers ⭐

Low Fun is Boring

Family Matters (Share Big News with Family Members)

Share More News ⭐

Congratulate More

Ask What Happened More

Conversation Tweaks

Chat Standing Still

No Stand Up to Greet

No Rude Intro Animation

No Flirty Animation

Apology Fix (Don’t Apologize if Your’re the Victim)

Angry Walk-style Only When VERY Angry

Less Intrusive Conversations

NPC’s Get Out of My Convo

Autonomous Parenthood Social Interactions

Autonomous Social Interactions

Reduced Idle Chatting

Know Your Coworkers / Classmates ⭐

More Away Actions

More Social Activities

Spend Weekend With

Teach Me the Rumbaism

now let’s talk about... realistic romance:

Chemistry System ⭐

Pillow Talk After Woohoo ⭐

No Shy First Kiss

No Woohoo Dance

Shower Woohoo Tweaks

No Romance for Family

Restricted Romance Interactions

Less Jealousy

Simda Dating App

Can I Come Over?

Date Night Event

Movie Night Event

Set Family Relationships ⭐

Set Extended Family Relationships ⭐

Bathroom Privacy Tweak

Bridal Shower Event

Bachelor(ette) Party Event

Auto Engagement / Wedding Ring ⭐

Vacation Weddings

Sit at Weddings

Better Wedding Presents ⭐

Honeymoon Event

Buy More Gifts from Phone

Ask for Romantic Massage

Realistic Divorce ⭐

Traumatic Divorce for Children

Improved Relationships

No Restaurant Bill When Invited ⭐

Faster Cooking at Restaurants ⭐

Better Food Quality at Restaurants

Finish Eating in Restaurants

Restaurant Guests Overhaul

Restaurant Sit Tweak

(can y’all tell that restaurants annoy me? lmao)

first comes love, then comes... pregnancy / toddler / kids / fur babies:

Ages Behavior Tweaks

Toddlers Spawn at Parks (with Parents)

More Children at Beaches

Pregnancy Overhaul

Rub Your Baby Bump (Small Pregnancy Overhaul)

Determine Baby’s Gender for All ⭐

Ultrasound Scans ⭐

Baby Shower Event

Amazing Birth (Rave About Your Delivery)

Advanced Birth Certificate ⭐

Sibling Care Tweaks

Make Less / Clean Less Mess

Auto Brush Teeth After Puking

Auto Put Activity Crafts into Inventory

Allow Toddlers to go to Services

No Call Out of High Chair

Toddler Power Nap

Better Toddler Milk

Better + Younger Nanny

Call a Babysitter ⭐

Call a Dog Walker

Shorter Dog Walks

Dog Walkers in Other Worlds

Scold All Pets

Sell Grown Up Pets

Pet Food Serving Overhaul

More Efficient Pet Brushing

Kids Can Walk Dogs

Kids Can Order Espresso

Kids Can Ride Bikes

Kids Have More Phone Interactions

Kids Can Cook

Kids Can Do Retail

Kids Can Garden

Kids Can Make Flower Arrangements

Kids Can Make Robots

Kids Can Workout

Kids Can Do Spa Activities

Kids Can Play Guitars

Kids Can Play Ping Pong

Birthday Anytime

Let Friends Age Up ⭐

No Auto Put Away Toys

No Auto Put Away Pet Toys

No Puddles Under Tubs (Toddler Bath)

Has to Pee Walk-style for Kids Only

Better Homework ⭐

Better Grade School ⭐

Better High School ⭐

Preschool for Toddlers ⭐

School Projects are Fun

More School Holidays

25 School Vacation Days

Prom Night Event ⭐

Sleepover Event

Pizza Party Event

Field Trip Event

Family Reunion Event

Pool Party Event

speaking of school... university:

Less Credits for Degree ⭐

University Costs More ⭐

University Holidays Fixed

Higher Scholarships ⭐

Rejection Letter

Harder Distinguished Degree Acceptance ⭐

Degree Required for Promotions

Faster Run to University Class

Teens Jump to University

Choose Your Helmet

Choose Your Roommates ⭐

Roommate Age-Checks

Roommate Significant Other Fix

Roommates No Random Outfit Changing

Roommates No Random Item Spawning in Dorms

Roommates No Spawning Meals

Roommates No Trash

Roommates Sleep All Night

Roommates Less Music

College Org Members Are Uni Students

Faster University Homework ⭐

Faster Tutoring Class

Copy Graduation Photos and Diploma

No Bad Microwave Buffs

No Ghosts on Campus

Sports Fixes

Game Day Event

Graduation Party Event

once you graduate... careers & aspirations:

Plan Career Outfit

Better Work Actions

Enlist in War ⭐

Live in Business

Faster Retail Actions

Faster Record / Edit Videos on Video Station⭐

Higher Acting Gig Payouts & Royalties ⭐

More Realistic Overmax Pay ⭐

Higher Payments for Paintings ⭐

Higher Royalties for Apps/Games ⭐

Higher Royalties for DJ Mixing ⭐

Higher Royalties for Lifestyle Brands ⭐

Higher Royalties for Song Lyrics ⭐

Higher Royalties for Music ⭐

Freelancer Edits are More Successful

Sketchpad No Fees

Campaign Rally Event

Visible Political Position

Watch Political Speeches at Podium

Retirement Party Event

The University Aspiration Pack ⭐

Accomplished Lady Aspiration

Family Aspiration

Grow Up Aspiration

Teacher’s Pet Aspiration

Knowledge Aspiration

Retirement Aspiration

Romance Aspiration

Famous Pastry Chef Aspiration

Twilight Years Aspiration

All-Rounder Aspiration

Programming Genius Aspiration

Travel and Culture Aspiration

Wellness Aspiration

9 to 5 Career Pack ⭐

Night Shift Career Pack ⭐

Part Time Career Pack ⭐

Fitness Career

Health and Beauty Career

Modeling Career

Journalism Career (Adult + Teen)

Trust Fund Career (Adult + Teen)

Welfare Recipient (Adult + Teen)

Saturday Jobs (Teens)

Oceanography Career (Teens)

Private Tutoring Career (Teens)

All Freelancer Careers (Teens)

Tutor (Odd Job)

Woohoo (Odd Job) - lmao

Art Show Event

hahaha... adulting sucks:

Basemental Alcohol ⭐

Happy Hour Event

SNB Realistic Bills ⭐

SNB Banking

Invest in Stocks

Lowered Thermostat Bills

Instant Thermostat ⭐

Auto Wrinkles for Adults

Life Decider 

House Warming Party (No More Fruitcake)

Door Knock Notification ⭐

Island Events Notifications ⭐

No Strangers Knocking at Your Door

Quick Showers / Baths ⭐

Shower + Bladder Reliever (don’t judge me)

Power Nap ⭐

Sleep All Night

Smarter Robot Vacuum

Functional Tide Pods

Clean Your Bedsheets

Auto Put Away Clothes

Auto Start/Dry Clothes

Laundry on Community Lots Costs

No Idle Laundry Animations / Sparkles

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Eco Dishwasher

Faster Cooking ⭐

No Auto Set the Table

Ask to Cook, Bake, Grill

BBQ Event

Custom Food + Recipe’s ⭐

Custom Drinks + Recipe’s ⭐

Grannie’s Old Cookbook + Recipe’s ⭐

Bake Cupcakes in Oven

Coolers are Cooling

Advanced Fishing ⭐

Fishing Trip Event

Fish for Crabs, Lobster, & Shrimp

More Seafood Servings

More Snacks in Fridge

More Food at the Bar

More Food in the Cafe

Flea Market Every Sunday

Get to Church

just in case you... get famous:

No Fame Decay ⭐

Celebrities Never Reject Fans

Celebrities are Quarantined in Del Sol Valley ⭐

Get Famous Award Overhaul

Less Celebrity Reactions

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

More Follower’s Resolution for Everyone

Free Staff (Chef, Barista, Bartender, etc.) ⭐

Gardeners and Maids on Weekends

Red Carpet Event

whatever you are... just be happy and healthy:

Fitness Controls ⭐

Balanced Calories ⭐

Go for a Walk

Hiking Increases Herbalism Skill

Power Workouts

Athletic Outfit in Winter ⭐

Healthy Drinks

Improved Meditation Stool

Improved Spa Day Tablet

Improved Yoga Mat ⭐

Craftable Pottery

Less Elder Exhaustion

Less Sickness

Longer Basketball Games

More Fun Stuff

Online Gaming with Headsets

and I can’t forget these... more gameplay mods:

NPC Controller ⭐

Improved Autonomy

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Timeline Unclogger

Improved Autonomy During Loading Screens ⭐

No Empty Venues When Arriving ⭐

No Temperature Deaths ⭐

No Death from Murphy Bed

No React to Stranger’s Death

Realistic Death (Mortem) ⭐

Memorial Event

Freezing Sims Don’t Turn Blue ⭐

More Club / Holiday Icons

Make Hidden Holiday Traditions Selectable

Random Holiday Traditions

Wellness Traditions

More Holiday Icons

Less Rain More Sun

Less Snow More Sun

Summer Blow-Out Event

Christmas Eve Event

New Year’s Eve Bash Event

No Ugly Rain Outfits

More Umbrella Variations in World

Open Umbrella on Rainy Days Only

No More Broken Umbrellas

Destroy Leaf Piles ⭐

Dress Code Lot Trait

Gender and More Lot Trait

Preferences Lot Trait

Add Sims to Groups During Events

No Auto Club Gathering ⭐

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Take Photo Overhaul (Moschino Stuff) ⭐

Snorkel Everywhere

Don’t Turn NPC’s into Spellcasters

No Role Outfits for Sages

ROM Portal Only for Spellcasters

& you also need these... much-needed overrides:

More Sponge Colors

More Sippy Cup Colors

More Dog Leash Colors

White Ice Skates

Better Food Textures (All of Them) ⭐

Hidden Bassinet ⭐

iPhone X Phone Replacement

Playing Cards Replacement

Military Salute Overhaul

Small Saucer Light ⭐

Working Medicine Cabinet ⭐

Working Alarm Clocks ⭐

Realistic Fighting Animation 

Oasis Springs + Island Living Palm Trees ⭐

special thank you to all of the wonderful mod creators! seriously, I could not play this game without you guys... (no, really.) There are way too many of you guys to name without missing someone... so if you reblog this, all I ask is that you please tag your favorite modders! (& maybe even add your favorite mods?)

[samwilsonshandsandass]

Evening Date

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader Summary:  After a long day at work, Sam pampers you Warnings: none Word count: 1024

Usually you loved your job. You liked coming into the store, redecorating the store to show customers what they could do with the assortment you sold. You liked your colleagues and the solidarity among each other. You liked talking with the customers, helping them and bringing them joy when they left the store with something to embellish their home with or with a little gift for someone.

But there were some days you didn’t as much. Because of the same customers. Today was one of those days. One customer accused you of something you didn’t even do, you just hadn’t greeted him in an entirely fake bubbly voice he most likely thought to be owed by “lowly retail staff”.

One customer broke several things and when you went over, she was all like she actually wanted to put it away. Spoiler alert, she didn’t and she actually had put the things, one snow globe and other things, back where they came from. And it would have taken minutes for a different customer injuring themselves and the store being faced with a law suit.

And then there were the customers that apparently thought retail workers didn’t even deserve basic respect. Talking on the phone and ignoring you while you needed them to do things like paying, not saying what they wanted and expecting you to read their thoughts or just ignoring your very existence. Not even a hello or goodbye.

After eight hours, you were done for and just glad to close up the store with your youngest colleague. The way home went by quickly to your relief. You entered yours and Sam’s flat and just let your bag fall down next to the coatrack before even closing the door.

“Hi baby!” You heard Sam from the kitchen. “Do me a favor and don’t go into the living room, please? Or the kitchen?”

“Uh. Okay? I’m taking a quick shower!”

Afterwards, you donned your finest sweatpants and sweater (the ones without holes from the many times of washing them) you stood in the hall.

“Sam? Can I now come into the kitchen? Or the living room?”

Sam didn’t answer. Instead, he came out and took you by the hand. “Long day?”

You nodded.

“I did something for you. Hope you like it” He kissed your forehead.

“I’m curious.”

Sam wrapped his arm around your waist and led you into the living room that also housed the dining table. It was laid and decorated with cutlery, plates, candles and whatnot that looked familiar to you.

“Don’t tell me you used the candles and candle holder and just everything that’s on the table for decorating purposes from my store?” You laughed.

In the middle of the table stood said candleholder, black with gold accents, with long black glittering candles in it on a golden tablet. On the tablet laid fake flowers, mostly roses and some orbs in different colors. The tableware and cutlery gleamed in the candle light and the glittering candles reflected the flames as well.

Sam smiled. “You know it. And you know your store’s assortment better than others. Maybe except your manager.”

“Because she’s the one who orders the stuff.”

“And still, you’re one of the best in that store.”

You smiled and took Sam’s hand in yours. He stroked it with his thumb. “Thanks.” You mumbled.

“How did you get your hands on the stuff without me knowing it? I mean, I work there. Almost every day.”

“I chose the one day I knew with certainty you didn’t work and slipped in. And when your colleagues recognized me, I made them promise not to tell you anything.”

“My, aren’t you smart” You teased him.

“I do have my moments” Sam smiled at you. “Now, what do you say to baked salmon on leaf spinach with Hasselback potatoes?”

“Ha- what?” You looked at the fan like potatoes.

“Hasselback. Originally from Sweden you cut the raw potatoes and put oil and butter on them and then put them in the oven. But I added some spice, so I hope they turned out good.”

“Not using spices would be torture for you. I’m sure they’ll taste incredible!”

“Tuck in then” Sam grinned and gestured for you to start eating.

You ate in comfortable silence and sipped on the exquisite wine Sam had decided on to compliment the fish. After everything on the plates was cleared and the wine was entirely drunk, Sam steered you towards the couch. The couch table always had some kind of centerpiece on it but at first sight you thought it looked different.

“Sam…?”

“Do you like it? Did the guy who doesn’t spend his working hours in between decorations do a good job of decorating?” Sam looked at you hopeful.

“Wonderful. We could use someone with you eye. Ever thought of a career change?”

“You like it, really?!”

“Really. Although-“ You stretched out the ‘although’, “this one ornament looks a little too straight in its placement.” You moved something half an inch to the left.

“Little critic” Sam bumped your shoulder gently before he pushed you by your shoulders down on the couch. “I’ll be right back.”

“Right back” meant “right back”, because you didn’t even have the time to lean forward and inspect your man’s decorating, Sam was back with a big plate. On it were several desserts. You spied panna cotta and lava cake and several other things you couldn’t yet make out.

“Scoot over baby.”

You did and cuddled into Sam’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up. He turned his head to kiss your temple. Sam took a fork of the panna cotta and you opened your mouth. It was the best you had ever had. Bite after bite, Sam fed everything on the plate and interspersed kisses all over your face and top of your head.

“Satisfied?” Sam looked at you.

“Mhm” You mumbled with closed eyes.

“If you scoot any closer you gonna be in my skin” He chuckled.

“As if you’d complain” You mumbled, sleep creeping in more and more.

“Never said that.” Sam kissed you on the lips softly.

[rebel666]

Confessions of  a Joann Employee

UPDATE: If you want to send more confessions and/or report what’s happening at your Joann anonymously, there’s EmployeeJoann on Twitter that is responding to messages. They are constantly sharing and updating more as it becomes available to them!

A confession from a Joann employee that is in one of the Covid-19 effected areas and has so much to say about it:

-We are staying open until told by the state otherwise. Even though they declared a State of Emergency and all non-essential businesses must be shut down by 5pm on Saturday 3/21, our company is refusing to. Because Joann themselves is trying to deem Joann as an "essential" store. They even put it all over their website that we are here for the people making masks and small businesses who need fabric to continue. They quote that we are here for the customers and that we as United States Americans have a responsibility to fill this need. They aren’t looking at curbside only as an option, they aren’t looking at offering more benefits for shopping online, they want us open and people in stores. They are sending us emails with pieces of paper (unofficial, not state made) to print out and put in our cars to say we are on the way to work at an "essential retailer." Anything to make it so we can remain open.

-This sucks for employees and here’s why: The way Joann is set up is if we get sick, if we have to leave to take care of someone who is sick, if we want to self-quarantine (because of our health or the health of our loved ones), we either quit or ask to be put on Leave of Absence and cannot return without medical clearance. If we come into contact with someone who has Covid-19 (even if they came into the store), they request we stay home while the rest of us have to work even if we were standing right next to them. As long as we don’t display symptoms, we are expected to show up or we can request LoA. LoA does not pay us. The only way we as employees will be taken care of is if the store closes AND if we have two weeks of schedules set up. I was hoping the company was on the path to this when they had us cancel all the classes until May and then limited hours but all that went out the window today. Right now Joann is doing everything to prevent us from closing and in turn take care of their employees. Every single time I bring up our well-being, I get reminded that we need to think about the customer first.

-Our store is step up to have daily conference calls to talk about the current status and to express any concerns we have. I brought up the status about my county (our major has declared everyone be shut down as of 5pm tomorrow or the police will be involved) and that I am deeply concerned for us and they told me that we have a responsibility as a leader to keep everyone calm and to keep working through this. ***When I asked what if everyone in my store requests a Leave of Absence because we are all very much concerned about our health, they said, "We will replace you with team members from other stores. There are service industry people and travel workers looking for jobs and we will fill your positions with people who will work it."*** They straight up told me that we are replaceable/expendable because they value their "customers/money." It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been with the company. It all means nothing to them.

-They are sending out emails about what Joann is doing as a whole for Covid-19. Saying we are cleaning every hour and whatnot. What they fail to mention is we are a fabric store with no means of washing fabric. I see people on a daily basis cough into, wipe their snot on, kids place in their mouth, and all sorts of other nasty things into these bolts of fabric (seriously, wash the fabric you buy from Joann before doing anything). We have the basic cleaning supplies to wash floors and wipe counters with but that’s pretty much it. They are telling us as employees to bring in our own supplies if we can. An employee brought in gloves long ago just so we can use them to clean the bathrooms. Today I provided face masks for my fellow coworkers. Our store may look clean but we know its dirty little secrets.

-We are supposed to follow the whole 10 people rule but they do nothing to stop or limit people at the door and won’t do anything to enforce it. All while wanting us to cut hours to which is barely 2 people running the whole store for smaller Joann locations. It’s not safe for us to be on a bare-bones crew especially if they want us to remain an essential store.

-Joann before this was a great place to work. At least for my store. I love my store, I love the people I work with. Other stores I have heard horror stories from but mine was one of the good ones. I see them being bombarded on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to close. Not just by employees and families of employees but by concerned customers. And this pleases me because they need to take this seriously. What they do in the next 3 days will speak volumes on how much they listen to and care about us. This is a serious issue and we as employees are suffering.

As they report more, I will continue to add to this.

UPDATE 3/21: They emailed and made copies of this for employees to carry with them in their cars:

Now the CEO of Joann is also a piece of work. All you have to do is google his name and you’ll see the Walgreen’s lawsuit, his DUIs (yes, plural), and his impact on Joann since joining - which includes increasing prices because of the tariffs. One employee confirms that when tariff thing went into effect, the entire store was repriced. Some markups were a few cents but some were a few dollars. Since then the prices continue to fluctuate.

There is also a petition going on Change.org asking for Joann to Close Their Stores And Pay Employees

If you get a chance, read some of the comments people are putting in support of this:

I no longer feel safe in my workplace. The greed is sickening.

My employees deserve to be treated like people and make a livable wage and have benefits! Our health over their profit!

Staff at my local store have been asked to bring in their own gloves for cleaning. Hand sanitizer expired in 2012. Employees are reporting little to know cleaning supplies in a store that targets the elderly as a primary demographic. The material used in the masks is not medical grade. This company is shamelessly profiteering from the pandemic.

As a former employee and manager I know the company does not follow any real cleaning guidelines. They understaff their stores, overwork their employees and frown upon time off. Fabrics and crafts are not essential items at this time and since the majority of the clientele there are elderly i think they are creating more risk. Finally do something good for your employees and send gem home with pay

As a previous manager, I'm sad to say that this company does not value its workers. To see that they are putting their workers, and others who visit, at a continued risk is unbelievable and is extremely selfish. Now is the time to act and stop the spread of COVID-19 and to keep Joann's open does not help stop the spread in anyway shape or form.

Over the last two days, my local store decided to carry on with inventory. They brought in an inventory team from the area of our state with the vast majority of cases. It's one thing to not close and continue to expose the public to the risk, but decisions like these show that Jo-Anns has a blatant disregard for the wellbeing of its employees and customers. Even more telling is the fact that we know that you are seeing our pleas to do the right thing, but continue to ignore us on social media. There is only one reason that you are pushing to categorize Jo-Anns as an essential business, and that is greed. In fact, I had to spend my own money on gas to drive all over the city looking for more cleaning supplies after my manager ordered me to. Your employees do so much for you, and we are compensated very little. I have been at Jo-Anns long enough to know that you would never compensate us for our time off, but at least join the other non-essential business and shut down for the time being.

joann’s customer base is primarily elderly or otherwise at risk people, and many employees are also older or immunocompromised. employees are overwhelmed as we can’t keep up with the cleaning guidelines while also taking care of customers, not to mention we’re severely lacking in cleaning supplies in the first place. joann is encouraging people to come in for supplies to make face masks, yet these masks aren’t sterile since people touch and breathe on the fabric all day, and it’s then laid on the counter to be measured and cut. employees themselves aren’t even allowed to wear masks or gloves. joann cares more about profit than the safety of both their team members and customers.

There are so many comments I want to share. These are just a few. This is Joann. They care more about their image and their financial gains than the backbone of their stores. The people who put up with their ridiculous requests day in and day out are now at risk and putting others at risk. Places like Hot Topic closed down and took care of their employees, places like Joanns should too!

But also lets not forget, Hobby Lobby is also not taking Covid-19 seriously.

UPDATE 3/22: “We have signs saying we're cleaning more but found out Friday that we're out of supplies in the distribution center. They claim they will send them out once they receive any but I found out today from a truck driver the company that supplies everything for Joann (from inventory to store use items) is closed for 2 weeks... because of this they're telling us to use the bathroom cleaner as a substitute.”

From Joann Employee Confessions on Twitter:

Confession 17 - Our Joann was closed! We received a C&D from the Chief of Police! We were so ecstatic as employees when they came in and told us to cease all business operations! Not even curbside! BUT then we had to tell our District Manager... and everything changed.

Our DM told us to come back to work tomorrow because he was going to have Joann's lawyers work on it. My heart sank. Them being open was more important. So I went into work and it was so nice not being open to the public. We finally caught up on recovery and cleaning! All things we have neglected the past week because it's been too busy for us to keep up! All of us were in great spirits and it was the best day ever. Until our DM called... and he told us to section off all the "non-essential" parts of the store.

Fabric and sewing notions were deemed essential and we would be open to the public the next day. No curbside only. Nope. People were to come right back in and nothing about limitations. Nothing about cleaning our disgusting fabric. Just to section off half the store so the public could come in and buy all the fabric and sewing supplies they could want. And to add to that... they are doing a remnant promotion where all the spare pieces are free to the customer now! Another thing for our already spare crew to do when we don't have time!

I am honestly so shattered over how the Chief of Police who seemed so interested in our well-being backed out of this. We are exposed once again. 3 of us tonight took Leave of Absence papers tonight because we don't feel safe. This was the final nail in the coffin.

UPDATE - My coworker messaged me, “Got up at 10:00 to get ready for work. A text came in saying the store is closed and I don't have to come to work. Seems there was a conference call. It appears the state is involved and overrode the mayor!” But Joann is still fighting it. This is a day by day thing. They are telling us if we want hours we have to go to another store. If not, we have to put in our leave of absence. 

More articles coming through right now: 

These Retailers Refused To Close During The Pandemic, So An Illinois City Shut Them Down

Joann Fabrics' mask-making promotion raises questions

Gregory said the masks were being donated to Rush Oak Park Hospital in Oak Park and to Northwestern Medicine Delnor Hospital in Geneva – but spokespeople for both those hospitals said it was not true.“Due to infection control measures, Northwestern Medicine cannot accept donations of handmade masks, gowns and other medical supplies,” according to an email from Kimberly Waterman, spokeswoman for Northwestern Medicine Delnor. “Only factory-made, hospital-quality supplies, including N95 masks, face shields, gloves, gowns, sanitizers and swabs can be donated.”

“There is no barrier,” White said. “Once [handmade cloth masks] get wet, I don’t think they’re that effective.” (I can confirm. A RN confirmed with me that cloth masks collect moisture which acts as a magnet for infections.)

[queenofallhobos]

One Night

This is a little piece I wrote with one of the characters from White Line by @youlightmeupfinn (A fanfic of a fanfic!)

I just felt like Alec could use a little lovin', and this is set about two months before he makes his appearance in White Line. You don't need to have read it to understand what's happening here, but you really should because it is AMAZING! I did put the link above so skedaddle over there and enjoy the awesomeness that is my friend.

Just a warning, there is some smut in here, and mentions of one of the horrors of working in food service or retail or any job that has a public restroom.

It was just one of those days where Murphy’s Law was being proven left and right. Phone charger got chewed through by the dog in the night so the alarm didn’t go off, wake up already half an hour late to work and get stuck in traffic for another hour. This of course made the boss lady so happy, another half hour before I was finally sent out to the front where I would be playing hostess today instead of my usual serving gig. This was so I wouldn’t be ‘rewarded’ with tips.

After a nasty lunch rush where I was yelled at by 4 tables for not seating them fast enough, and 3 of the servers for not putting enough people in their section when they wanted them, I was relieved by the afternoon hostess and sent to clean the bathrooms. This was a job that was feared by any who have worked in food service or retail… or really in any place that had a public restroom. For once the women’s bathroom wasn’t too bad, just the usual mystery wet spots on the floor. Then I went into the men’s bathroom…

I had taken care of the handicap stall and pushed open the door to the center stall, my stomach immediately threatening to send up the coffee I had inhaled earlier. “Why…” I whined, looking at the paint job some ‘kind’ patron had left. Just above the toilet was a brown circle, a large smile drawn with a finger and… I gagged when I saw the eyes were pieces of corn.

“Everything alright, darling?”

Whirling around, I saw a man with a perfect jawline, kind large brown eyes, and perfectly styled brown hair. His suit was perfectly tailored and most definitely expensive. When I didn’t immediately respond it took two strides for his long legs to bring him to my side.

“It’s nothing. I’ll just close this up and get out of your way.” I gasped practically slamming the stall door closed and twisting the lock.

I didn’t wait for a response, just ran out of there like my pants were on fire. After thoroughly washing my hands and informing my manager of the shitty situation in the mens room I was told to just go home since there was only 3 minutes of my shift left anyway.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see the handsome man from the bathroom on my walk to my busted old Honda, which was probably for the best as I had pulled my shoulder length hair from its ponytail and with the help of some humidity was looking very much like a lion with a bad hair day.

Once I had taken Ernie, my lab/pit mix, out to use the bathroom I flung myself onto my couch and fired up Disney+. It was time to let Lilo and Stitch chase my blues away.

I had just added the cheese to my noodles when I heard the lock on my front door click. I had all of two seconds to wonder who was here before the whirling dervish, also known as my best friend Ginny, pranced in with out bothering to close the door behind her.

“Kaaaaaaaaaacie! Hop in the shower you sexy bitch, we’re going OUT tonight.” She sang looking around until she spotted me in the kitchen. “Put down the mac n’ cheese Sloane, I’ll wrap it while you get cleaned up.”

“I’m hungry, this is the first thing I will be eating today, Ginny.” I whined trying to hold it away from her despite her longer arms and height.

“We don’t have time for you to eat, you eat a granola bar and drink your dinner at that new club, Cameo, that just opened a month ago downtown.” She argued, easily pulling the bowl from my hands.

“Have you fallen and hit your head recently Gin? We are poor and from what I heard that place is-“

“Jared just got a job there and he’s working the door tonight. Called me and said he wanted to see me so he’d let the two of us in for free.” She grinned.

I wasn’t as into the whole club scene, but it made Ginny happy and honestly, as long as she was around I was guaranteed to have a good time. With her charm and good looks she was typically able to dupe some poor soul into supplying out drinks all night. Thinking he was going to get lucky with my smokin’ hot BFF, he had no problem supplying her fat friend with a few drinks as well. Of course, we would both suddenly have to go to the bathroom and then we were gone.

“This place better be worth all the hype.” I grumbled making my way into the bathroom and showering quickly. When I emerged from the steam a few minutes later it was to see Ginny sitting in front of my body length mirror touching up her makeup, already dressed in a flashy purple dress. Sitting on my bed, laid out nicely was a deep blue strapless and form fitting number. The same dress Ginny had gotten me for my birthday that I intended to never wear.

“Get your hair dry and while I style it you can do your makeup.” Ginny ordered not bothering to look up at me.

“Why is that thing out of my closet?” I asked, glaring at the offending garment. “Because I know you don’t have some crazy thought about making me squeeze my fat ass in that thing.” She shot me a dirty look when I used the ‘F’ word in relation to myself. “Gin, we talked about this. It is a beautiful dress and I will wear it around the house for your eyes only, but I just don’t think that is the kind of dress a size 20 should be wearing.”

“You will put that dress on, or so help me Kace, I will bring Brittany instead.” She threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I gasped glaring at her. When she didn’t say anything, I took my towel off and snapped it at her. “She slept with Greg, while we were together. We swore that hag was dead to us.”

“Fine, that was mean and I’m sorry. But Kacie I just want to see you out on the dance floor in this dress. Just once before I die.” She pouted.

I tried to stay strong, not let her talk me into it, but her puppy eyes were irresistible.

“I feel like a busted can of biscuits with a wedgie.” I complained as we approached the front door of Cameo. “Ah! Watch the hair you heathen!” I cried when she smacked me upside my head.

Jared chuckled at us, having heard most if not all of the interaction. “The Terrible Two have arrived.” He joked, pulling us in for a bear hug. “Head on in ladies, but first; gimme those keys G.”

After passing her keys to our DD for the night, we entered the loud club. As usual, Ginny stayed with me just long enough to set up home base at a table near the wall, setting her wallet next to mine before disappearing onto the dance floor.

I watched Ginny make her way around the dance floor, gauging who would be her target for tonight. That was when I saw him again, the man from the bathroom.

Apparently, Ginny had seen him too as she danced up to him and after whispering something in his ear, she was turned around with her ass pressed tightly against his groin. Despite not knowing anything about the man, other than how his voice was like sex for my ears, I felt a burst of jealousy.

It wasn’t the first time I’d felt such things toward my friend, she was a short, skinny redhead with a fireball personality and was able to flirt and dance her way into the hearts of any man she so desired… unless he was gay. Even then she easily made friends with them, Jared being the proof of that.

“Kay! This is Alec, he’s in town on business and has kindly offered to buy us a round.” Ginny’s voice snapped me out of my little self-pity party.

My eyes met his warm brown gaze and my breath caught in my throat. “Hi.” I squeaked, grimacing at the look Ginny then shot me. She knew…

“Would you mind keeping Kacie company while I order our drinks?” She asked, sprinting off before Alec could answer her.

“Quite the ball of energy.” He laughed coming around the table and taking a seat next to me. “As she said, I’m Alec.” He said offering his hand.

“Kacie.” I murmured shyly, taking his hand I was surprised when he brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my wrist. This thong was ruined now…

“It’s a pleasure to formally meet you. I do hope you were not forced to take care of the artwork from this afternoon.” So he did recognize me.

“Nope. My shift was practically over, so happily, that was tasked to someone else.” I told him, hoping my cheeks weren’t as red as I feared.

Holy shit he has a nice smile. “Why weren’t you out there on the dance floor?” He asked, leaning closer to me so I could hear him over the music.

“I don’t dance, my body is not capable of moving in a way that doesn’t resemble a seizure when I try.”

Alec threw his head back and laughed loudly, yup this thong was a goner. “So your friend is the bait, and you’re the prize?”

I looked down at my hands and pursed my lips. “She’s the bait AND the prize, you don’t have to butter me up. I’m not her keeper, she makes her own decisions on who she sleeps with.” I snapped, probably a bit too harshly but this wasn’t the first time some guy had tried to flirt his way into my good graces, thinking Ginny would want my permission to fuck him.

“That’s not what I meant at all, darling.” He sounded confused and placed his hand on my thigh. “Please look at me.” I shook my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears of frustration and humiliation.

With a sigh his hand disappeared and he stood up. Thinking he was either leaving or putting space between us, I was shocked when my chair moved and he appeared in front of me, kneeling. “I don’t know who made you think otherwise, but believe me when I say I would rather have you pressed against me. Not to discredit your friend, but I do believe you have much more to offer.”

And then his hand was back on my thigh, his eyes clearly asking for permission. Shocked I could only nod slightly, and then his fingers trailed up my leg, slipping under the short dress with ease. The first stroke over my underwear had me spreading my legs just a little wider for easier access. As he moved the fabric aside he placed a soft kiss to the inside of my other thigh, smiling when he discovered just how wet I already was.

“Is this all for me, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling my clit a few times.

My breathing faltered and I let out a low moan as one, and then two of his fingers found my entrance and slid in. All thought was lost as he began moving his fingers inside of me, almost immediately finding that one sweet spot that would have me howling if I wasn’t careful. Then he was on his feet, leaning over me to hide what he was doing to me. “Do you feel just what you’re doing to me?” He asked, bringing my hand to the rock hard monster his pants held back.

I whined and ran my fingers along his length longingly. Would it really be so bad if I just let him have his way with me in the bathroom of the club? Hell I would probably even be alright if he just took me right here.

Then his fingers were gone. “Wha-?” I whined, watching him lick the wetness from his fingers. Then I saw why he had stopped, Ginny was coming toward us carrying three shots.

“This one is on me, so take your shot and then get outta here. You, mister, better treat her right or I’m coming for ya.” Ginny threatened handing a glass to each of us. “Once your on ‘er, stay on ‘er.” She shouted, before we threw our shots back.

As I grabbed my wallet, Ginny took my wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze and a look of pride then snatched up her own wallet and disappeared back onto the dance floor.

[neworleansspecial]

Summary: In need of money, Carlos applies for a job to be the bodyguard of TK Strand. He quickly realizes that he’s in way over his head.

Chapter: 8/10 | WC: 2k | AO3

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TK seems to have decided that by virtue of what happened, he and Carlos are close and in love now. Carlos, for his part, isn’t sure; the magnetic draw to TK hasn’t changed, but there’s a piece of him inside that shattered irreparably with what he did. The worst part is that he barely put up a fight. All it took was a simple touch, a handful of words, and he succumbed to the cruelty that he hates so much about the Strand family and their way of living. If he could do this, then he’s not even close to a good person. Maybe he never was. If he was corrupted, it should have been slower. This was not so much the slow shifting of the sky’s hue at sunset as it was the clouds parting to reveal a blisteringly hot day. Carlos did something awful, but the capacity was there the whole time, hidden within him. He cannot blame TK for something that already existed. 

At the very least, TK doesn’t push him much. He’s clearly under the assumption that this uncontainable thing between them has crystalized into reality, but is still fragile enough that the wrong word could send Carlos spiraling away from him. Such a sentiment isn’t that far from the truth. Carlos himself isn’t sure what comes next. He wants TK with a bone deep desire, but at the same time, he hates that craving and wants nothing to do with TK or anything here in this pristine house. As much as it sucked, he’d rather still be working retail and wondering if he can afford groceries, let alone help his parents keep the house. 

“We need to get you more suits,” TK tells him. 

The night is still young, the sun just beginning to kiss the winter horizon and casting a golden glow that TK seems to bathe in as he lounges in the garden. His expression is far away and thoughtful. 

“Why?”

“You only have like a dozen. You need more than that.”

“I can wash my clothes.”

TK shakes his head. “Well, obviously we get them dry-cleaned, but you need more variety. What about when I have an event to attend? You’ll have to complement my look, of course, since you’ll be my date.”

“Your… date?”

Hearing TK say something like that and mean it is by far the most confusing thing Carlos has experienced in the last couple weeks. It’s easy to imagine those words in a condescending mockery of interest designed to humiliate him. This, however, was genuine. Carlos doesn’t know what to do with it. While he’s mulling over how to feel, TK slips into his lap and kisses his cheek before tucking his head beneath Carlos’ jaw. He curls up in such a way that reminds Carlos how young TK actually is. They’re the same age, but it feels at times like TK has been around forever. But no, he’s still a young man, and emotionally stunted to the point of acting like a preteen at times. He looks as childish as he sometimes acts when he hugs his knees to his chest like so. 

“My date,” TK echoes. “I- I know you feel this, Carlos. I know you love me.”

“I don’t-”

He can’t bring himself to tell this particular lie, which only earns him a smug grin from TK. Carlos scoffs and looks away, though he still settles a hand on TK’s hip. They both watch the sunset for a while, listening to the beats of each other’s hearts and the rasp of their lungs drawing in cool evening air. It’s not so difficult to imagine a real future. It’s likely that he will always be TK’s bodyguard, first and foremost, but he could be more than that. He can almost feel the weight of a heavy 24K gold chain around his neck. He’d prefer a wedding ring, but can’t see TK giving one. An item as possessive as one that encircles his fragile throat would be far more in character for the man currently using him as a glorified chair.

“I wish it was simpler,” Carlos admits. “This- you- it’s all so messy and complicated. I don’t know how I feel, or what it means. You have to understand, TK, that you’re able to leave me. You can fire me, kill me, dump me, whatever word you want to use or action you want to take. I don’t have that luxury. The only way I’ll ever be free of you is when you or your father put a bullet between my eyes.”

It’s something Carlos thinks about on an almost daily basis, but it appears to be the first time TK has considered such a thing. The idea plays across his face. Horror, desire, fear, possessiveness, and other beautiful and twisted things Carlos could never even begin to understand. Finally, TK decides how to respond. 

“Please kiss me.”

He cups Carlos’ cheeks in his cold hands and pulls him in for a kiss Carlos is helpless to deny. Kissing TK always simultaneously feels like drowning and coming home. Yes, it’s bad, yes, it’ll kill him, yes, he’s in pain; but at the same time, yes, it makes him feel safe, yes, it makes his heart ache, yes it lights a fire behind his ribs. He hates the contradiction as much as he hates TK, which is to say not very much once one actually starts probing the question.

They spend a luxurious few minutes simply kissing one another, different from the usual way TK kisses; there is no ulterior motive. This kiss is not to manipulate, nor is it with the intention of pulling Carlos to his bed. It’s easy. It’s soft. It reminds him of a different time in a way that has his heart absolutely aching. This memory, laden with grief and guilt, is what prompts Carlos to pull away, even as he keeps his hands on TK’s waist. 

“I can’t.”

TK opens his mouth to counter the refusal, but before he can, one of the other general house guards places his hand on Carlos’ shoulder. Instantly, TK’s brows furrow and he tightens his hold on Carlos’ face, ready to start a fight over something as small as someone touching Carlos with no warning. He must’ve felt Carlos tense beneath him. 

“Mr. Strand would like to speak with you,” the guard says, voice so devoid of emotion it could have been robotic, “immediately, and without his son present.”

All Carlos can think about is that he’s going to be killed. TK was able to save him before, but not if he’s down here. Still, Carlos eases TK off his lap and onto the next seat of the couch before standing up and straightening his suit. He’ll be dignified. No one has to know if he puts his hands in his pockets because they’re shaking. The other guard doesn’t touch him again as they walk, which could be a good sign, but his face remains so impassive that Carlos can’t interpret what kind of situation he’s walking into. 

Strand’s office, like Carlos’ first visit to the study, has social guests indulging themselves in substances on his couch or, in the case of one young woman, Strand’s lap. This, Carlos recognizes, is just as much a power play as it is for personal enjoyment. Every one of these girls is a reminder that Owen Strand has literally everyone within reach under his thumb, and Carlos won’t last if he doesn’t stay in line. 

“Mr. Reyes, glad to see you. I was sure TK would get bored at some point, but I guess you’re a lucky man.”

Carlos doesn’t know what to say to that, so he says nothing at all.

“Listen, I know that he’s taken a liking to you, but that’s not necessarily a good thing for him, and certainly not for you. When he does get bored - not if, when - the more personal you let it get, the worse your ending will be.”

As if he’s not already aware of that. “I’m trying not to let it get personal, sir.”

“Were you not just kissing him in my garden?”

“I- Yes, sir, I was.”

Strand whispers something to the girl in his lap and she joins her friends on the couch, the whole lot of them very pointedly ignoring this conversation. It takes a lot of power and control to know that one could say or do anything, and not a single bystander would lift a finger to stop it. If Carlos had this kind of power, he wouldn’t know what to do with it. He might go crazy. He might become like TK. 

“You have to understand I have everyone’s best interests at heart. Yours and my son’s. I don’t want to make it messy, Mr Reyes.” He looks up at Carlos properly for the first time. “Don’t force my hand.”

“What is it you want me to do?”

 “Be smart about this.”

Carlos swallows and reminds himself to stand up straight. “I’d like to think that I-”

“I don’t care what you’d ‘like to think.’ I’m telling you right now to be smart and keep your hands to yourself before it becomes a problem. You can ask Ryder.” He gestures to a tall, imposing man that Carlos has never spoken to. “He didn’t learn his lesson until I made him.”

“I think that TK can-”

“Let me remind you, Mr. Reyes.”

Strand stands up and comes out from behind his desk, approaching Carlos and straightening his tie for him- though Carlos is fairly certain it didn’t need to be done. The heady scent of his strong and undoubtedly expensive cologne makes Carlos’ head spin. Carlos can make out the shades of blue in Owen Strand’s eyes just as well as the coldness within them. This man in front of him does not feel. He would kill Carlos in a heartbeat for no other reason than he feels like it. 

“It’s my name on your contract. My name on the checks you cash. My name on the card TK uses to buy your suits. My name on the cars you drive. My name on every breath you get to take. You answer to me, not my son.”

Then he fixes Carlos’ collar, more just to have an excuse to stand so close than because anything on his clothes needed adjusting. 

“If you can’t understand that, well. Since you enjoy the garden so much, I’ll make sure you get a permanent view. Am I understood, Mr. Reyes? Or do you need a demonstration? You don’t have any kids, like Ryder did, but I’m sure there’s people you care about too. Maybe one of your sisters, or your mother?”

Carlos looks at Ryder over Strand’s shoulder and sees no discernable expression, but enough pain in his eyes that he knows this isn’t a bluff. Ryder shakes his head at Carlos. Don’t risk it. He nods and looks back at Strand’s face. 

“No, sir, I don’t need a demonstration. I’ll- I’ll be smart.”

“Good. I knew you’d see things my way.”

Strand pats him on the cheek, just hard enough that it might be intended as a half-hearted slap, and returns to his desk. He waves his hand in dismissal. Carlos takes the cue to leave, though as soon as the office door shuts behind him, he leans against the wall and takes a deep breath. He’s alright. He’s alive. But he doesn’t imagine TK will be taking this forced step back without a fight, and Carlos is simply caught in the middle of this spat. 

He can’t disobey his boss, he’ll be killed. He can’t just take back the slowly crafted intimacy with TK- that’ll be his demise as well. There’s no reasoning with Owen Strand, but maybe he could try and get through to TK about the two of them keeping things professional for the time being at the very least. It wouldn’t be forever, he reasons, because if he sticks around as long as he intends to, Strand will have to let it go or TK will be the one in charge. 

Carlos loosens his tie and allows himself one more deep breath before returning to his charge.

[bbangsoonie]

tangerine guesthouse

member: haknyeon genre: fluff word count: 2,238 synopsis: on a healing trip to jeju island, you meet a guesthouse owner who goes the extra step to make sure you enjoy your stay.

a/n: happy birthday to our jeju boy, juhaknyeon ! 🍊

After impulsively quitting your job, you packed a suitcase and booked a last minute flight to Jeju Island. You wanted to escape but unfortunately didn’t have enough money for an international flight. So you found yourself flying over on a domestic plane.

Everything about this journey was spontaneous. The money you saved up on the side from your tedious 9-5 job was all spent on this healing trip. With nothing but a camera in your hands, you were determined to finally rest and have fun for once. You hadn’t had the luxury to do so in years.

Before you left Incheon Airport, you reserved a room at a random bed and breakfast you found online. “Tangerine Guesthouse”. It had a cute name.

The taxi dropped you off in front of the place and you cautiously walked in with your bag rolling behind you. You peaked inside the building, unsure if you were supposed to just enter.

“Hello!” a chirpy voice greeted you. Startled, you jumped as you turned around to face the person who nearly gave you a heart attack. Seeing him only made your heart beat faster. He was cute. Extremely cute.

“Are you here to rent a room?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, I made a reservation a couple of hours ago,” you pulled out your phone to show him the details.

“Ah, Y/n! Yes, welcome,” he beamed. “My name is Juhaknyeon but please call me Haknyeon.”

You reached out to shake his hand and were surprised to feel how soft they were.

“Allow me to show you to your room,” he said before guiding you upstairs.

The room was fairly small but cozy. It had everything you needed and made a cute space for photos. After Haknyeon left, you began to unpack.

You heard a knock on the door and mindlessly told your guest to come in. You looked up when they entered, surprised to see another male.

“Hello! I’m Sunwoo and I’m staying in the room next to yours,” he introduced himself. “I just wanted to stop by to say hi and get friendly.”

“Nice to meet you, Sunwoo. I’m Y/n,” you smiled.

“The other guests and I are gathering this evening to just chat over beer. Would you like to join us as well? We’d love to have you,” he said.

On a normal occasion, the introvert in you would have declined. However, you were on a healing trip and resolute about trying new things. So you happily accepted the invitation and promised to meet them in the yard at 7.

You had about four hours until then and decided to kill time by exploring the neighborhood. You enjoyed the change in scenery and the fresh air that Seoul could not offer.

You found yourself alone at a nearby beach and embraced the solitude. There were no managers yelling at you about deadlines or coworkers passive aggressively criticizing your work here. It was just you and the roaring waves. Grabbing your camera, you took a few shots of the salty sea. Perhaps you would return to your hobby and pursue photography.

You allowed yourself to consider it as an option as you headed back to the streets to look for a restaurant. You settled for the closest one and were satisfied with your choice when you took a bite of their seafood ramen.

You roamed around a bit more after the meal. You came across a souvenir shop and ended up spending a lot of time—and money—there. You certainly had a thing for cliche souvenirs. Keychains, magnets, mugs. You loved them all.

You came back to the lodging with a bag full of trinkets you knew you would keep instead of gifting. The retail therapy added a bounce in your walk as you climbed up the stairs. You organized them accordingly as you happily hummed.

You looked at the clock and saw that it was time to convene with the rest of the boarders. You threw on a cardigan before going back outside.

Haknyeon was by the grill flipping meat and Sunwoo was busy taking out the drinks from the fridge. You awkwardly stood around, not knowing where to go.

“Take a seat wherever you want,” Sunwoo called out.

Finding an empty spot, you sat down and looked around. The yard was decorated nicely to bring a nice ambiance.

“Hi, I’m Eric and this is Hyunjoon,” the guy next to you grinned.

You exchanged greetings with the two and introduced yourself. You had to admit it was nice to meet such amiable people.

The night went by with the five of you conversing over black pig samgyupsal and alcohol. Haknyeon was a big foodie, Sunwoo was a big tease, Eric was a big dork, and Hyunjoon was a big sports enthusiast. Hyunjoon came to Jeju to enjoy horseback riding and planned on dragging Sunwoo and Eric along.

“If you guys are down for some physical activity, I can destroy you in badminton,” Haknyeon suggested.

“Loser has to down a bottle of soju. Each,” Eric laughed evilly.

To make the teams fair, you were paired up with Haknyeon to play against the other three. He definitely proved his worth as the ace, easily winning 21-12. Sunwoo let out a scream, blaming Eric for his punishment suggestion. The latter tried to run away but was caught by Hyunjoon who handed him a bottle.

They all retreated to their rooms after fulfilling their penalty, leaving you and Haknyeon to clean up. The work was done relatively quickly and you made it back to your bed before midnight.

The next morning, you came out of your room clutching your Ryan doll that doubled as a pillow. You mumbled a “good morning” to Haknyeon who was preparing breakfast and chuckled at your appearance.

“Cute,” he commented on your tastes. You replied with a yawn, still not fully awake.

“The guys are probably gonna be hungover so I’m making some soup. I hope that’s okay with you,” he said.

He rolled up his sleeves before washing his hands. He then grabbed a knife and began cutting the vegetables. Your nose wrinkled at the sight of onions. You had forgotten to mention how picky you were. It was an embarrassing conversation to have as an adult. You had to explain how your childish tastebuds never matured while people let out an incredulous gasp. It was something you had to disclose every time you ate with someone new and it was honestly pretty tiring. People didn’t understand that you didn’t choose to be picky. Your tongue just refused the tastes of a lot of foods. It was more inconvenient for you than anyone else.

Nevertheless, you were excited to try the food made by the self proclaimed food connoisseur. You would just have to pick out the vegetables later.

The two of you decided to just eat together after the guys refused to wake up before noon. Haknyeon took a seat in front of you after he set the table and you thanked him.

To your relief, he didn’t seem so shocked by your childlike palate. He let the conversation end by saying something about respecting other people’s preferences.

Noticing your hair falling in front of your face, he got up to go look for something. He returned with a hair tie which he offered to you. It was just a courteous gesture but it still made you giddy regardless. The hair tie was probably just a spare left by previous guests but to you, it was a token. Something to remember him by.

“So, Y/n, what brings you to Jeju?” he questioned.

You’ve heard your name before many times in your life. Obviously. But hearing it from his voice felt different. The way your name rolled off his tongue made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh you know, just the typical “I wanted to get away from the city” trope,” you hummed.

“Classic,” he nodded.

After breakfast, Haknyeon volunteered to be your tour guide for the day. He showed you his favorite places in town and even drove further out to take you to the photo exhibition you wanted to see. You had a blast, taking a bunch of pictures to commemorate your trip.

When he asked why you used such a fancy camera and why you took photos of everything, you simply shrugged in response. Truthfully, you didn’t know why either.

For lunch, he brought you to a sashimi place where you bonded over a large platter of raw fish. Both the view and quality of the restaurant were amazing. And your company too, of course.

“Do your guests always get such personalized treatment?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Honestly? No,” he laughed. “I’m not that great of a host. Nor do I have the time and money to.”

“Then what’s all this? Today?”

“Hmm… I’m not quite sure.”

You left it at that and let him take you to an aquarium. Haknyeon had more fun watching you than looking at the animals. You were like a little kid in a candy store. Everything was fascinating to you.

The last time you visited an aquarium was for a field trip when you were in elementary school. It felt like you were going back to your childhood roots.

You made it back to the guesthouse in time for dinner. This time, you insisted on cooking. With the ingredients left in the fridge, you made kimchi fried rice. The smell lured the others down to join you two in the kitchen.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, which you appreciated. You got to relish time just passing by. It was exactly what you came to Jeju for.

Back in your room, you connected your camera to your laptop to browse through the photos. Looking at them, you noticed that Haknyeon was in half of them.

“Maybe it was him I wanted to save in my memory,” you whispered under your breath.

Another week went by and you wished time would flow slower. Hyunjoon was the first to leave the guesthouse and it already felt a lot emptier without him. You hated goodbyes. You hated how all good things had to eventually come to an end.

The feeling made you cherish the remaining time you had left on the island. You spent your evenings with the guys and frequently chatted in the group chat with all five of you in it. You never expected to grow so fond of strangers you barely got to know. Haknyeon, in particular, had a special place in your heart.

He often took you out on what you liked to believe were dates. Under the guise of being your tour guide, he showed you the hidden parts of his hometown. Though he was slightly disappointed that your favorite thing from all the menus you’ve tried was the black sesame frappuccino from Starbucks.

“Really? Of all the things you’ve eaten and drank, you choose something from a chain store?” he had whined.

“Hey, they only have it here. I can’t get it anywhere else,” you defended.

He made it his mission to find you something local that would triumph over your love for the Starbucks drink. A close second was the makgeolli made and sold only in Jeju.

By the time Sunwoo and Eric left, you and Haknyeon had gotten extremely close. With him, it was so easy to open up and just be you. You practically lived in his room. You slept over after late night movies and cuddles.

Neither of you ever verbally defined your relationship. You were both somewhat afraid to ask what exactly you two were. Instead, you focused on each other.

“So you’re picking up photography again?” he asked with your head resting on his chest. The two of you were lazing around on the couch with a random show on for background noise.

“Possibly. It was always an interest of mine. I thought I’d get to have it as a side-job once I started working full time but I never got around to it. Trying to make a living was a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” you revealed.

“You definitely have the talent. I think you should take the opportunity and go for it,” he encouraged.

The idea lingered on your mind as the second week flew by. Your passion for photography had been pushed to the side as you struggled as a paycheck worker. You missed taking up odd gigs for extra cash in college.

On your last night at the guesthouse, you paused in the middle of dinner to stare at Haknyeon. The more time you spent with him, the more you didn’t want to leave. Changing your career path because of a guy was crazy. Moving to an island because of said guy that you only met two weeks ago was even crazier. But he inspired you to do what your heart desires. And that included being with him.

“What if I moved here to start freelancing? Publish that photography book I always dreamed of. Maybe set up my own studio one day,” you pondered aloud.

That proposition had many implications about the relationship between you two. He took a moment to carefully contemplate over it. Your heart pounded waiting for his response.

“If that’s what you truly want to do, I think that’d be nice,” he smiled, making your own face light up.

a/n: wow i was reminiscing my own time at jeju while writing this 🥺 and now, with this fic, i have officially written for all tbz members! :)

[hot-wiings]

The One Where You're A Retail Worker And Have To Deal With Christmas Karens All Day, But You Get To Come Home To Two Sweet Boyfriends.

Edited: 12-14-2020

You sighed as you walked up to your apartment door, your body ached and you sported what could be called the worst migraine ever. You felt completely done. With sluggish movements, you inserted your key into the slot and pushed the door open. Even with your mask on, your senses were immediately sent into overload from the scent of freshly baked Christmas cookies as you entered the apartment.

You would be gorging your feelings out later.

"How was work princess?"

You ripped your mask off and placed it in the mask basket and put your hand on the wall to balance yourself as you began taking off your work shoes. You tried to muster up the best smile you could find to deliver to one of your boyfriends, Katsuki Bakugo. You didn't want to worry him, him, or Eijirou. You didn't want them to think you couldn't handle your job. They were already pressuring you to quit, with the assurance that they would help pay for your bills, but the idea of taking advantage of the money they made as rising heroes felt so wrong, and medical school was so expensive.

"It's was fine."

You finished with your shoes and practically threw them on the ground before you walked over, leaned up on your tiptoes, and kissed Katsuki on the cheek. You felt too exhausted to kiss Katsuki, but you knew he wouldn't have let you go without a hello kiss. It was quick and brief, practically a graze against his cheek.

"Give me a real kiss."

You lightly groaned, turning from the entryway to your shared bedroom to look back at Katsuki who was frowning. Normally you wouldn't complain about how clingy Katsuki got when you came home from work. He was so clingy, especially after he baked, and you loved it. You loved when he was soft, a special side he showed to you and Eijirou that the world wasn't privy to. You loved it so, but today you were so tired. So sick and tired of everything, and you just wanted to be alone.

"I just got back from work, can't I just go shower? Gotta wash away any residue COVID."

"Fine, but you're gonna give me a real kiss once you're done."

You turned back around and made your way to the bedroom, thankfully your other boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima, was not in there. You grabbed some clothes from the closet, they weren't even yours but rather one of Katsuki's shirts and a pair of Eijirou's boxers. You were too upset to notice - not that either of them would care at the prospect of you wearing their clothes.

You walked into the bathroom, closing the door shut behind you. You tossed your clothes onto the closed toilet seat before you turned the nobs of the shower on so your boyfriends would think you were bathing, guise as to why you actually came into the bathroom. After a minute of letting the shower run, a minute of waiting to see if they would come to talk or interrupt you, you slid down to your knees.

Bringing your hands up to your face you tried not to let the sobs out. You wouldn't will your self to cry, you didn't want to give them the satisfaction. You couldn't handle it. Every stressful thing you went through that day. Every rude word yelled at you. Every word screamed at you. You tried to push it down, letting nothing but a few stray tears escape, but soon more and more fell. They fell and fell until a sob escaped your throat. A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie. Quickly, you swiped your hands over your eyes to wipe away the tears shed. You tried to steady your voice and even your breaths.

"What's up?"

"Hey, what do you want for-"

"I swear to god, please do not ask me what I want for dinner."

"Sorry, I won't... Are you okay?"

Eijirou didn't wait for your answer before pulling the bathroom door open. He frowned at your form, on your knees with your hand pressing into your mouth, obvious tears streaking down your face. He sat down on the ground next to you, pulled your body on top of his lap, and wrapped his arms around your frame. Carefully, he tried to pry your hands away from your mouth.

"It's okay baby, it's okay. I'll figure dinner out. I can go to the store, I can get your favorite, or there's takeout. You want takeout?"

Your sobs grew louder as Eijirou rocked you in his arms, trying desperately to comfort you. You didn't want to worry him, you didn't want him to see you break down. He was a hero who could handle everything, and you were a med-student who couldn't handle getting yelled at by a customer. You felt another pair of hands on your body, rubbing your arms and whispering words. Your sobs must have attracted Katsuki's attention.

Great. Another person to see the stressed med-student finally crack.

"Hey, what's wrong princess? What's wrong? Did some fuckin' extra hurt you? I'll fuck them up, they won't even know what hit them."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's okay baby, just that it all out."

"It's the stupid holiday rush. A woman got mad at me, she called me a stupid whore and threatened to spit on me, then my manager said I handled it too poorly and lost a valuable customer. My manager singled me out and gave me shitty jobs, and made me deal with any upset customers. I have a fifty-page paper due soon, my teacher hates me and medical school is so fucking hard."

"I'll fucking blow up the department store."

"Katsuki, no."

"Katsuki, yes!"

"I'm fine, I can handle it-"

Katsuki pressed a kiss against your lips to get you to shut up. It was a long, deep one. One he would have liked to get earlier but you had deprived him of, all due to these fuckers putting you in a stressful sad state.

"You're overexerting yourself. Just drop your shitty job, simple as that."

"I need to pay for medical school. It's so expensive, student loans won't cover it all."

"Princess. You have a fifty-page paper due and you barely have time for it because of your job. What good is paying for medical school if you don't pass it?"

"Baby, Katsuki's right. We can pay for it, we might not be pros yet, but we still bring in a hefty amount combined. Well, take care of yourself."

You bit your lip, contemplating their words. Katsuki was right. What good is paying your school bills if you didn't have the grades to stay in the program? But you didn't want to take their money. You didn't want to be the girl who had to leach off of her boyfriends.

"It's really expensive..."

"I know you hate the idea of us paying for it, so we'll compromise. We pay now, and you can pay us back after you've graduated."

"I think that sounds like a fair deal. Consider it a secondary student loan."

"Okay, I'll quit... But you have to let me pay back every single dime, not a penny less."

Eijirou buried his face in your neck, leaving little grateful kisses up to your ear where he left sweet little murmurs and whispers.

"You've got this babe. For now, just destress, we can all take a shower, and we can even convince Katsuki to do his thing."

A little smile makes way to your face as you lace your fingers with Katsuki. You bring his hand up to your face and leave soft kisses on his knuckles as you and Eijirou look at him with pleading eyes.

"Will you do the thing...?"

"What thing-Oh. No. Last time I said I was done, I mean it."

"Please, Katsuki... It'll help me destress and relax."

"Yeah. Do it for her."

Katsuki gives you both a scowl, but you could see a discreet smile break though as he stood up. He put his hand out to help you up out of Eijirou's lap and lead you both to the kitchen.

"I swear to fucking god, this is the last time I'm doing this. I mean it this time."

Katsuki grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before proceeding to grab the knives and measuring cups.

"Now, what do you want for dinner?"