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lordcrumps · 4 months

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The Sims 2 For Rent - CC EXPANSION PACK

Sul Sul!

~ More photos under the under the cut ~

Last week the Sims 4 got a new pack, this week Sims 2 players get that same pack! In a collaboration with @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims and a HUGE assist from @episims, we bring you "The Sims 2 For Rent CC Expansion Pack!"

This is a large set, and advisable that it does not get merged even further than it already is! - I ran into some issues when trying to do this!

When you explore this pack, please take a look at the marble ring rug, it has some surprisingly cute rug swatches! I put a swatch in it to remove the marbles themselves, so you have a cute small rug! - I only mention this as I was going to bin the rug off once uploaded, but then I found it had some lovely swatches!

FUNCTIONALITY

So most of the items will function as they should and intended as. Its just not just deco items.

There is two collection files included, separated into build buy! Please note that fences and stairs and spandrels cant be but into a collection!

The squatty toilet that took me over 12 hours to make, yeah they squat, animation can be a bit bouncy but such is life. This toilet also can be flushed, get dirty and is cleanable!

Outdoor plants are seasonal!

Counters are animated with insides built, there is no drawer on the counter, I did not want to change the shape of the unit, and saw EA did the same - ignore the fact they grab something from a non existent drawer

Wardrobes have interiors elements, and have working doors!

Each Kettle have two versions, choose only one, one for the colour traits mod / one 'normal'. They function as Tea makers! Huazzah!

Spandrels in build mode are classified as fences. I made a variant with fence / no fence.

Several of the larger deco pieces such as the Arch Gate, or umbrella are actually lights!

Radiators act like radiators!

The Aircon Unit is completely functional, doesn't lower bills, but it does lower sims temperatures!

"Water Heaters" act like solar panels, they get money off your bills!

The Electrical Fuse box has 2 versions, I kept them both in, one wall deco and one functions as a burglar alarm - I wanted more alarms.

Most Sofas / Chairs have morphs!

Slots added to the Vanity and Bathroom Cabinet!

FENCES / SPANDRELS / STAIRS OH MY!

I have included swatch images of each of the spandrels, fences and stairs and labelled them to match, this is so that you can go in and take out any of the swatches you do not want. This is because there are lot of new fences and the menu can feel cluttered with them in for some people.

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ALT - SFS

~ Credits / Thanks / List of items not converted under the cut ~

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CREDITS

Mini fridge is cloned from Targa over at MTS - so now it works just like a regular fridge barring a few animations (get baby bottle and juggle)

Kettles were cloned from @pforestsims's kettle, link here.

@jacky93sims for the base of the squat toilet! Epi for the code edits!

THANKS

@tvickiesims, @platinumaspiration thank you soo much for helping with the objects, really couldn't do it myself!! Your amazing, awesome, and some of the best creators out there! Thank you again!

@episims - YOU ARE DA BOMB! Thank you for all your help in getting those toilets working with me, and everything else you do when you answer my little annoying questions! Appreciated like you wouldn't believe!

LIST OF ITEMS NOT CONVERTED - @sims4t2bb

Due to the sizing / functionality of these objects, they will not be included in this pack!

All Yer Fixins Untenable Food Stand

Mali's Moonlight Market Craft Stall

Vegan Vittles Night Market

Late Night Snack Dessert Stall

Rice to Meet You Night Market

The Unrestroom

Fisherman's Slats Window - Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Very Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Super Duper Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall and Open Wide

The Save Us From Ruin Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain

The How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk Taller Wall Curtain

The We Are Going To Jail< Tallest Wall Curtain So You Know the Truth Curtain

#4t2 #lordcrumpscc #thesims2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 cc #sims2 #sims2cc #For Rent #Ep15 #Sims 2 Does it Better

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your first day with your alien husband

General Plot: You finally get your glasses fixed and begin sorting out matters of becoming an archduchess

Word Count: 3.5k

Kherae alien x female reader with glasses

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: a bit of angst, sfw alien fluff

Tags: @almostoriginalartisan @lizzhearthz

“I want you to teach me more about managing the family estate, brother,” Dessin said as Idreod choked on his morning coffee. It was one of the few human inventions he really admired. It was bitter and earthy. Delicious. He was annoyed his brother was spoiling it.

“What are you talking about?” he asked sharply, setting down his mug. “Why this all of a sudden?”

He set his jaw.

“I’ve been useless in the past, but I’ve grown up a bit. I want to be an asset to our family. You don’t think I hear the way the staff snicker about me? They think all I’m good for is perfume recommendations for their girlfriends. That was fine when I was young, but now I want some responsibility,” he said.

“Dessin, this is work,” Idreod said, “not a game. If you want to play around I’ll give you a hundred million credits and you can invest in human cryptocurrency or the stock market. I’m told it’s amusing.”

He growled.

“You are always like this!” he snapped, “how can I grow if you are always treating me like a child?”

“Don’t throw a tantrum. Why don’t you visit Gedra for a few days? Get your dick sucked and meet a new plaything,” Idreod said, already bored with this conversation, “I’ll send all your friends this time in celebration of my engagement, all expenses paid. You can call it my bachelor party, isn’t that what human men have?”

He made a noise in the back of his throat.

“You are not taking me seriously, Idreod!” he growled.

Idreod barked out a tight laugh.

“Of course I’m not Dessin. You’ve never done anything serious in your life and that’s fine. You’ll never have to want for anything, so why are you so upset?”

He stood and glared at him.

“You are so sick, brother. You get off on being superior to everyone but deep down you’re just a lonely fool. Someday you’ll find yourself alone with a knife in your back,” he hissed.

Idreod rolled his eyes at him.

“Will you be the one to put it there? Then who will pay your pleasure house bills, Dessin? Don’t be foolish. The humans have a saying. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you little brother.”

He jumped up from the table, knocking his chair to the floor and stormed out of the room, which was just like him.

If he really wanted something he would build it for himself, not beg his big brother for a position. He thought. Idreod could give it to him, but then he would just get bored in a few months and return to his lifestyle. He wondered for a moment if he should just indulge him a little. He would get bored after all.

Perhaps he was still a bit bitter from the day before because he shook the thought away. I am too soft on him already. He behaved with impunity, despite how it tarnished their family name, spent money lavishly without a thought for how it was made, and was generally a poor representative of the Zovith family. He didn’t owe him little kindnesses.

He picked his coffee back up, determined to retrieve his good mood. In a few minutes he would meet his lovely fiance and begin her training.

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“That was so fast,” you told the optometrist as he handed you your new pair of glasses.

“Yes, Kherae manufacturing technology is much more advanced than human,'' the Kheraen doctor said.

You pulled on the pair and blinked at him as your world came into focus. Like most Kherae he was handsome, but quite a bit older than you with heavy lines in his face and silver tipping his once jet black horns.

“You know we can have your vision corrected,” he offered, “it is a simple procedure. You’ll suffer a day of blindness while the nanites restructure your lenses, but after that your vision will be perfect.”

You smiled at him, just happy you could see.

“Actually, that might be nice,” you said.

You’d always wished I had good vision, being legally blind was such a limitation. He smiled at you.

“I will have a consultation added to your schedule,” he said gathering his tools, “we’ll be in touch soon.”

You thanked the doctor and finished the breakfast the maids had brought you when he left.

A few minutes later Airies appeared and you got a proper look at him for the first time. He was a lean Kherae, with their signature purple skin and spade tipped tail. His horns were short and stuck out of neatly cropped black hair in delicate arcs.

“Archduke Zovith will see you, my lady,” he informed you, gathering you up and leading you down the hall to his office.

You were impressed with the decor now that you could see it. Everything was done in tasteful neutral tones with pretty Kheraen art hung on the walls. Aries noticed you looking and stopped.

“If there is anything not to your liking, my lady, please let me know and we will change it,” he said, “the archduke has given you free reign to decorate as you like. He doesn’t really care about such things. This office looks the same as every other office on Kherae, it would be nice if you would freshen it up for us.”

You nodded and hurried along after him. Your heart pattered in your chest. You were about to see your husband for the first time.

“(Y/N), you look lovely this morning!” you looked up to find Dessin standing in front of you. He was taller than Airies and a bit bulkier with messy golden hair that just covered his ears and black eyes. His horns delicately curled back on themselves in smooth rolls. He was certainly more good looking than you imagined and you blushed a little remembering that you’d kissed him on the cheek.

“Good morning Dessin,” you said, trying to hide your blush with a little bow.

“Are you on your way to see my brother?” he asked, seeming a little flushed and out of breath.

“Oh yes,” you said, “he wants to teach me how to manage the estate.”

Dessin’s face turned chilly for a moment.

“So he will teach you but not me,” he growled.

You frowned.

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” you asked.

He shook the dourness away and smiled, revealing bright white teeth.

“No, not at all (Y/N). You can’t say anything to offend me,” he said, taking your hand suddenly and kissing it. Your cheeks felt like hot irons.

Airies cleared his throat.

“I think we should be going now,” he said tightly.

You nodded and pulled your hand away.

“See you Dessin,” you said and followed Airies into Idreod’s office.

Golden eyes gripped you when you walked in the room and you stumbled into Airies’ back.

“My lady!” he exclaimed, catching you, but you were looking at the Archduke.

He was a beautiful male, looking like some kind of god out of a fairy tale.

His skin was deep plump, making his bright golden eyes shine like polished coins. His hair was spun gold, that fell in a thick sheet down his back. Large, black horns curved backwards in a shallow bow. He had a painfully handsome face. You could see the resemblance with Dessin, but he was so much more, the kind of face that broke spirits. His aura leaked complete power and esteem.

Large hands splayed across the desk as he rose.

“Are you well?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. You felt the urge to brush his delicate, gilt eyelashes with your fingertips. With Airies’ help, you steadied yourself and nodded shyly.

“Do your glasses work properly?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you for sending the doctor, he was very nice,” you replied.

“Leave us,” he said to Airies, waving at him sharply.

When we were alone his eyes inspected you from top to bottom. He smiled coolly and you felt a shiver go down your spine.

“You are dressed befitting an archduchess,” he said, opening a drawer in his desk.

You looked down at the purple dress the maids had given you in the morning. It was a scalloped, boat neck, A-line that fell neatly at your knees. They’d even done your makeup and hair to look pristine. Being fussed over would take some getting used to, but you could appreciate having your eyeliner done perfectly every time.

“You should look like this every day, because you will show up to do business every day,” he explained, “but as a Zovith you must be even more extravagant. Our title is recognized and our rank must be easy to identify when we enter a room.”

He crossed the room holding a square box, opening it to reveal a platinum and diamond brooch with a large emerald at the center. You swallowed thickly as his large fingers manipulated the delicate piece of jewelry and fastened it to your chest.

“I’ll give you a new one every day, ” he said, quietly, his eyes intently searching yours.

You felt your cheeks burn.

“That’s really too much,” you mumbled.

He frowned and stood up straight.

“It is not,” he said, curtly, returning to his desk, “you will have something new every day. My wife will exude a certain status.”

You crossed your arms.

“Idreod, isn’t that a bit wasteful? New jewelry every day? Wouldn’t it be just as impressive to open an orphanage or start a food pantry? You can put your name and glitter all over that if you like!”

He glared at you, but you were becoming more immune to his intensity by the second. You weren't sure why, but he didn’t exactly scare you. He was a lot for sure, but not frightening. Seeing that you weren’t backing down, he blinked and tapped the button on his desk to call Airies.

“Send in Mr. (Y/LN)!” he barked.

Your heart fluttered as your father entered the room.

“Daddy!” you squealed, jumping on him. He held you tightly in his arms, breathing into your hair.

“I was so worried about you ladybug,” he murmured, “you shouldn’t have done this. Please, let’s go home. I’ll sell the shop and we’ll get out of town together. It doesn’t matter.”

He inspected you carefully.

“He hasn’t harmed you, has he?”

You shook your head.

“No, Idreod has been very…thoughtful,” you said diplomatically.

He glared at your fiance.

“Look Mr. Zovith. I know my daughter is very headstrong and foolish, but I’m not okay with this. I’m taking her home right now. This deal is off.”

“Daddy!” you shouted indignantly.

He looked at you.

“Well you are! What were you thinking selling yourself to an alien?” he snapped, “did you think I was just going to give my only daughter away? I’d rather die!”

“You would have died!” you countered, “Typhon would have killed you!”

“Which would have been preferable to this!” he went on.

“Mr. (YLN),” Idreod broke in, “I didn’t bring you here to negotiate. As the father of the future archduchess, you have a role to play as well.”

Your father’s mouth dropped open.

“A role to play? Let me tell you-” he started.

Idreod held up his hand.

“Mr. (YLN), what kind of future do you want for your daughter? Do you want her to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder while you scrape together enough to keep the wolves at bay every month? Who will that loanshark try to sell her to next? Did you know someone attempted to kidnap her on her way here? Who do you think that was? Together, we can provide her a life and I can promise protection. The life she deserves, as royalty.”

He tapped a tablet on his desk.

“This is an employment contract. Last night I bought a chain of laundromats. I can’t allow you to keep the one you own, but if you sign this, you will be president of this company. You can see your daughter as much as you like as long as you agree to appear at necessary functions. You also agree to sign a sworn statement saying I met your daughter after I hired you as president.”

Your father gritted his teeth.

“I’m not selling my daughter,” he said.

Idreod gave him a cool smile.

“You are not,” he said, “you are becoming a Zovith.”

You took your dad’s hand.

“Daddy, please. Just do this…for me? I wish I could have saved the laundromat, but I won’t let you die if I can do something to stop it,” you said.

He looked at you and rubbed his eyes.

“Ladybug. It’s not about the-”

He sighed and crossed the room to Idreod’s desk.

“Fine,” he said, swiping his finger across the screen, then he glanced up.

“If you hurt her,” he said, “I will do anything and everything I have to do to end you.”

Idreod seemed unmoved by his threats, but nodded anyway.

“Of course,” he said, “I wouldn’t assume any less, but I assure you (Y/N) is in the best hands. I don’t just see your daughter as a means to an end, Mr. (L/N). She will be my precious wife and will be treated like fine china.”

You weren’t sure if those were placating words, but they shocked you just the same.

Your father nodded, seeming a little defeated, but still suspicious.

“If you don’t mind reviewing your new role with my assistant Airies,” Idreod said, “(Y/N) and I still have business to attend to today. There will be time for you to reconnect after work hours.”

You gave your father an optimistic smile as he clutched the tablet in his hands like a lifejacket.

“Everything will be alright, daddy,” you assured him.

It took a few more minutes, but you finally convinced your father that you were safe and he could leave the room to go on with his day.

“Thank you for saying those things,” you said, when he was gone, “I think it helped.”

I nodded at her.

“We are a team,” Idreod said, “I only act to benefit both of us.”

Your eyebrows bobbed up, but you nodded.

“Oh…okay,” you said, folding your hands and looking down at them.

“There’s something we need to do,” he said, “follow me.”

Idreod was hesitant to do this, but it needed to be done. As Idreod led you past Airies’ empty desk to the first floor of the building, his subordinates couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves, all curious about the new Archduchess.

He called his personal driver and had you carted across town to the local botanical gardens.

“What are we doing here?” you asked as he helped you out of the car.

“We have important business,” Idreod told you gravely.

He led you through the garden, which he’d reserved just for you the night before. Ahead of you, clouds of butterflies flitted here and there from where he’d had them released for this occasion.

The roses were in full bloom and the air was sweet with their fragrance.

“When I came to Earth, you know what stunned me the most?” he asked.

You looked up at him, pushing your glasses up on your nose.

“No,” you said.

“The varieties of flowers,” he commented, brushing a finger over a fleshy bloom, “the foliage of Akhet is mostly purple with few flowers, but Spring here is like its own festival, full of life and color.”

He looked at you. A flower petal had fallen in your hair.

“No flower here is quite as lovely as you, though,” he said, plucking the soft scrap from your head.

Your cheeks burned and he kneeled in front of you, removing the little box from the pocket he had hidden there.

“(Y/N), will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Idreod asked, presenting you the ring inside. He hoped he was doing this correctly. Aries had suggested some movies to watch for this moment, but he wasn’t sure if it was having the desired effect. Your face darkened and your mouth fell open as your eyes widened.

“Ah…”

He frowned.

“Did you change your mind?” he asked.

You blinked and then your eyebrows jumped up.

“Yes!”

His face looked suddenly, actually, quite horrified. It was shocking on such a usually composed alien.

“...I mean no! Wait..I mean. Yes…I will marry you,” you said, straightening your dress, nervously.

A genuine grin bloomed on his face for the first time that was not related to someone else’s death. Your acceptance was far more satisfying than he expected. He felt warm and tingly all over. He reached out for your hand and you shakily held it out to him.

Your fingers were trembling while he slid the ring on to the right one.

He stood and took your arm.

“Come, let’s take a moment to celebrate before we have to return to the office.”

You nodded up at him, your face flushed.

He led you to a pagoda in the center of the gardens where he’d had his staff set up a violinist and some champagne.

“You arranged all this?” you asked, seeming stunned.

He looked down at you.

“Of course, is it not traditional for human brides?” Idreod asked. It was possible he had misunderstood some cultural nuance.

You blinked at him.

“Um…I guess so…Usually the groom does something special,” you mumbled.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked.

Your eyes became a little wet.

“It’s just all so lovely. I never expected…I’m sorry, I’m getting a little emotional,” you said.

“Have a glass of champagne,” he offered, releasing your hand and popping the bottle for you.

He handed you a glass and you took a thirsty sip before giving him a wet smile.

“Maybe I’m just a little sad,” you said, sighing, “this is so perfect, almost like I had always imagined it, but I thought it would be with someone who loved me.”

You gouged him with your honesty, but there was something so pure about it, he couldn’t really be hurt.

He tipped your chin up to him.

“You are so lovable, (Y/N),” he told you, “do you believe in fate?”

You blinked at him.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had any reason to,” you said.

“In Kherae culture it’s believed that the goddess guides us to our fated mate, our perfect counterpart,” he explained, unsure if he should even be saying it, “I never put much stock into it to be honest, but if it’s true and I have a fated one. I hope that it's you.”

Your cheeks darkened again, but he refused to let your chin go and instead leaned his head down to press his lips against yours.

Idreod had never kissed before. It was some kind of magic.

Your heart exploded in your chest as you felt his soft flesh grazing yours. He tasted sweet and tart with champagne on his lips. His fingers flew to your cheek, drawing you closer. You wanted every ounce of him. His tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you and you welcomed it. You had no way of knowing this but you could have taken whatever you liked, as fast or as slow as you wanted it. From that moment forward, everything that was his became yours.

When you parted, you stared up at him, your fist clutching his chest while he panted.

Airies cleared his throat and you both looked up to find him standing patiently to the side.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Master,” he said in his usual polite way, “but the schedule demands we move on, unless you would like me to cancel your afternoon appointments?”

Idreod straightened himself and collected the glass from your hand.

“No, you’re correct. There’s a lot to get (Y/N) caught up on.”

#alien fluff #sfw alien fluff #monster fluff #sfw monster fluff #exophelia #x reader #monster x reader #alien oc #alien x reader #yandere male #yandere fluff #yandere x reader

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jebewonmorelike · 10 months

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Pay You Back

wc: 1.3k (failed my own 1.1k challenge but close enough) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: fluff, some themes of social anxiety/embarrassment in public but nothing descriptive, asking about financial troubles, hao being both your mom and boyfriend, he's in zb1 in this summary: idolboyfriend!hao has to come rescue reader when their card declines at the grocery store and he is not prepared to find out the reason it's maxed out. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ so i wrote this to see if i could force myself to limit to under 1.1k words... i have a tendency to get carried away and not as many people like longer fics so. i failed bc i went 200 words over but it was a pretty close. anyway if i write shorter works, i can write more so i want to get back in the habit of it. better for my stress levels too lmao. just finished my second "semester" back at school i'm so happy!! third semester stars 7/3 tho so that's annoying but. i have one whole week to do nothing (except work but). ANYWAY hope you enjoy :)

“(Y/N)?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice as he enters the grocery shop. Even though Zhang Hao is quite reserved, he’s more than willing to make a small scene if you’re in trouble. “(Y/N)!?”

The store owner, who is also manning the checkout counter, lifts his arm high enough for Hao to see it over the aisles, pointing at you exaggeratedly— more than unamused.

Hao rushes over to where you stand in the checkout lane; your groceries half-bagged, half sitting askew on the conveyor belt. A couple people are beginning to line up behind you. He frowns, trying to decipher what about this scene could’ve possibly made you text him:

🚨 EMERGENCY AT MARKET!! PLEASE COME HELP!! 🚨

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion. “You said there was an emergency!”

“Is not being able to pay for your large grocery order after someone has already gone through the trouble to scan and bag most of it an emergency?” The owner asks, resentful eyes still locked on your embarrassed ones.

Hao starts to open his mouth to respond, but the owner cuts him off. “I’ll answer for you. It is an emergency... if the owner forgot to pay his utilities bill and the electricity went out while his wife was curling her hair for work this morning.”

Your boyfriend glances at you then back at the store owner. “Right…”

“I tried to just leave, but he kept this exact same rant going for ten minutes,” you whisper to him as the owner continues to moan and groan about how his wife chased him around the house with a slipper. “I’m really sorry to bother you. I know how busy you are.”

Hao shakes his head definitively. ��It doesn’t matter how busy I am— I’ll always have time to help you out,” he says with an affectionate smile, raising his hand to squeeze your right shoulder comfortingly. “As long as you continue to conveniently call when I’m already on lunch break.”

You sigh, looking back down at your shoes in embarrassment.

“Did you forget your credit card? Is that the issue?” Hao asks, taking his wallet out of his back pocket before you even answer.

The store owner laughs. “Worse. It declined.”

Hao looks at you concernedly. Maxing out your credit card was not like you at all. Despite the occasional shopping splurge, you were usually quite practical with money. The look of worry on Hao’s face is valid.

Still, he hands his own credit card to the store owner and begins throwing some of your grocery items into bags himself. As the owner hands Hao his receipt and credit card back, you pick up a few of the bags and head toward the sliding doors. Hao grabs the last bag and follows quickly behind you.

When you’re outside, you breathe a deep sigh of relief; even a couple of people’s annoyed stares had caused your heart to speed up and your body temperature to rise. Hao falls into step beside you, but it takes you a few moments to relax enough to remember he’s there.

When you finally look over at him, he smiles reassuringly. The token introvert had set aside his nature (and sacrificed his coveted lunch break) to rescue you. And he’d also paid for your groceries.

“I’ll pay you back,” you promise softly, cheeks turning rosy once more.

Hao purposely bumps into your side as you walk, trying to get you to smile and break your tension. It works. You scrunch your nose up at him in a smile and he glues himself to your side, hooking a finger in your back pocket to keep you as close as possible as you make your way down the quiet street.

After another few moments of comfortable silence, Hao clears his throat. “So,” he starts, trying his best to sound nonchalant. “Are you behind on credit card payments? There’s no shame in it; it happens.”

“No,” you answer simply, shaking your head as you steal a glance at your boyfriend. You watch as his brow furrows in confusion.

“Oh,” he replies, lips forming a small pout. “Well, you know you could tell me if you were, right? I'd do my best to help you if that’s what you needed.”

“I know,” you say with a smile, watching again as he blinks curiously-- trying to figure out what the problem could be. “I’d tell you if I was having financial problems. I'd refuse your help, but I would tell you.”

“Right,” he affirms, nodding as if to convince himself that he could end his interrogation there. He fails, of course, and an unstoppable flurry of questions begins to fall from his lips. “So... So what happened? Did the card expire or something? Why didn’t you use your debit card? There’s money on your debit card, right? And I know you despise cash, but--.”

You stop walking and Hao’s finger still hooked in the pocket of your jeans pulls him back to face you. “There is an incredibly simple explanation for this,” you explain, placing your grocery bags on the ground for a moment as you pull your credit card out of your phone case. “This card isn’t my usual credit card. It’s a very limited credit account that I opened for a specific purchase. It looks almost identical to my actual credit card I use on a normal basis so I grabbed this one by accident before I left this afternoon. I was in a rush and couldn’t find my debit card, so I took what I thought was my credit card thinking I’d be fine, but... I was obviously not fine.”

“Ohhh,” Hao sighs, nodding in both comprehension and relief. “Well that makes a lot more sense. I was worried about you! I didn’t think you’d suddenly developed some sort of debilitating shopping addiction, but...”

“Rest assured,” you soothe, picking your bags back up and continuing with your boyfriend down the street to the bus stop. “I have plenty of money. I wish I had more, of course. But it’s enough to survive for now.”

“Are you sure you want to take the bus?” Hao asks, running his hand down your back comfortingly. “I can drive you.”

“No, you can’t,” you reply, taking the last grocery bag from his hands and draping it on your arm. You rummage through it for a moment before pulling out a fresh deli sandwich. “Your lunch break is almost over and I've used up all of it already. So, eat this on the way back to Wakeone or I will find you and I will shove it down your throat myself.”

“I can see you’re back to normal,” Hao says with a grin, taking the boxed sandwich in his hand as you reach the bus stop. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” you say, checking to make sure no one is around before kissing his cheek. His eyes closed, he sighs blissfully.

Your bus makes its way around the corner, pulling to a stop in front of you.

“Oh, I forgot to ask,” Hao says quickly as you walk up the steps. “What was the purchase that you opened that new credit card for?”

You turn around, biting your lip in a smile. “I bought 40 copies of your debut album!”

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zhang Hao more shocked than he is right now. You’re lucky the sandwich box didn’t fly out of his hand and onto the sidewalk.

“It’s okay: I’m pretty sure I made a good investment!” You call back with a wink to your boyfriend, whose jaw is still dropped as the bus door begins to close. “Didn’t I?”

All Hao can do is nod-- a slow, exaggerated nod as he processes what you’ve said.

You wave at him, grinning-- any embarrassment you had felt ten minutes ago entirely washed away. Zhang Hao may have had to buy your groceries for you, but you think you might’ve already paid him back.

As the doors close, you call to a now smiling but awestruck Hao:

“You’re welcome!”

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DAY TWENTY TWO : HERO/VILLAIN

GEORGE RUSSELL

You can hear blood pumping in your ears and your breath shorten, body pushed to its limits as you sprint down the dark alleys. The black wooden door leading to your hideout comes to sight and you give your final efforts to reach it, legs betraying you just before you can get your hand on the handle. You fall to your knees in a pathetic way, vision going black and head spinning yet you still clutch the black bag in your arms, refusing to give it up even when you hear footsteps coming your way. Of courts he caught up to you, that damn bastard. The only thing going through your mind before you finally pass out is how much you despise the man.

George huffs when he sees the state you’re in, weak and beaten but still wearing your proudest grin even when you’re unconscious. If only you weren’t that stubborn, he could help you get out of your wicked life. Yet here you are again, the Queen’s jewels in your precious bag only so you can sell them to someone clearly profiting of your needs. A sigh leaves his lips as he faintly hears the sirens coming your way, not thinking much as he heaves you over his shoulder and use his power to get on the roofs, discreetly leading the two of you to his hideout.

Alex, his best friend and loyal helping hand, frowns in distaste when he sees who George is carrying in his arms, shaking his head but still making his way towards the couch, spreading various plaids on it so your blood doesn’t stain it. His friend thanks him before carefully laying you down, too preoccupied with you to notice Alex leaving to get the first aid kit. The hero’s eyes are trained on you, admiring your freckles and your rosy cheeks visible even as dirt mares your skin, mixed with sweat and the sophisticated yet minimal makeup you’ve put on before going to the Queen’s birthday celebrations.

Your pants are ripped at the knees, black silk contrasting against the blood on your skin. You had looked so elegant when he saw you in the crowd, eyes shining with mirth and spying everyone, lips curled in an annoying, charming grin. No one here knew who you were, the country’s most researched thief, no one but him. You and him go a long way, first encountering when he was still discovering his powers and how to use them, nearly killing you in the process. It’s no wonder you hate his guts, the man did put you in the hospital for a few months and had the audacity to show up almost everyday and offer you various things.

When George comes back, kit in hands, he can’t help but snort at his friend’s state, staring at you in awe with his mouth agape. He throws the kit his way, seeing his hand shoot out to catch it while not taking his eyes off you and his snort turns to a deep laugh, walking next to him and whacking the back of his head. George makes an offended sound, rubbing where his friend’s hit and glaring up at him, cursing him between clenched teeth. The here leaves you in his hands, fully trusting his best friend to take care of you the same way he’s taking care of him after his missions, putting his medical studies to the test.

The warm water feels good on his skin, relaxing his muscles and turning him into mush, a drastic change of scenery from a few hours ago. He didn’t fight you, he’s never hurt you ever since the hospital incident, but he still did everything he could to stop you, chasing you up and down the city and repairing the troubles you’ve caused in your wake. You’re not bad at heart, such a kind and thoughtful soul to those knowing you, but money is rare these days and your little brother’s medical bills won’t pay themselves, leading you to the dark path of thievery and dark markets, the jobs getting more demanding each days.

You’re not bad and that’s why he cares so much, that’s why he takes some of his clothes out so you can have something comfortable to wear while you’re unconscious, that’s why he thanks Alex profusely when he sees you all stitched up and cleaned up, that’s why he tucks you in the spare room and kiss your hair before leaving to her some sleep himself. You’re not bad and that’s how he knows he’s not wrong in loving you, not wrong in offering his heart to you even as you stomp on it every time, leaving it bruised and bleeding. You’re not bad, you’re just scared and lost in this big world, a feral cat afraid of trusting anyone and suffering again.

That’s why he’s surprised when you’re still there the morning after, preparing breakfast in the kitchen as Alex sits on the counter, carefully staring at you but letting you do your things. He’s persuaded you’d have left, as you usually did, yet you’re in his kitchen and you turn toward him when he clears his throat, glaring at him and puffing your cheeks up, looking like an angry hamster. An adorable, angry hamster. His friend hides a snicker behind his hand, smugly greeting him before going back to observing you. George walks towards you and is about to offer some help when he’s interrupted by you threatening to cut his precious jewels off if he comes near you, forcing him to sit down just like Alex did.

And when the three of you are done with breakfast, Alex leaving to go to his uni and you standing in front of the door, about to leave too, he can’t believe his ears when you turn to him and thank him quietly, hesitating before rushing to him and kissing his cheek. You still hold your bag close to your chest, and you still glare at him, but your pink ears and the stars in your eyes tell him that maybe Alex is right when he says that you love him back. He hopes that maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough for you to leave this life behind and accept his help, because he’s not sure just how many more missions you have in you.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 #george russell x reader #george russell fluff #george russell imagine #george russell

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Hey, Sam! Glad you're enjoying your euro trip! I'm traveling internationally for the first time this summer (Canada), and I had a question about currency exchange. At home, I use a credit card for most transactions on a day-to-day basis, but I like to keep some cash on hand just in case. Should I do the same while I'm in Canada? Seems like a good back up in case I lose my card or I want to but something where they only accept cash. Any general tips?

I think it's always a good idea to carry some cash; it certainly helped me out a few times, particularly in Amsterdam where I was shopping at a street market, and Rome when a couple of places didn't want to take card for small purchases. Post-pandemic pretty much everywhere takes contactless cards, I think, but it's not always the best way to go. When I went to Europe, I took 50 pounds sterling for 3 days in London, and 100 euro for seven days across mainland Europe. I changed the remaining 20 pounds for euros in Amsterdam, and spent most of the cash in Rome, once I was sure I wouldn't have any major emergencies; I came home with a 10-euro bill and about another 10 euro in coins.

In general, for travel, I have a pretty specific setup. After a couple of times where I lost a debit or credit card (genuinely lost, they weren't stolen, which just makes it more annoying) and had to change a bunch of website payment info, I started carrying a preloaded debit card for travel, one that doesn't attach to any websites anywhere. I just throw a few hundred dollars on the card and use that, and if it's lost it's way less hassle. It's the only card I have out of the wallet while in transit, although depending on where I'm going once I arrive, I'll add a credit card as a backup.

So I have a wallet in my luggage with my normal debit/credit cards, and then in a holster on the strap of my messenger bag I'll have my debit card and phone (and ID if I'm flying, though I try to move the ID back to luggage as soon as I can) and maybe a backup credit card. When in Europe I had most of my cards in my luggage, a wallet with only cash (usually not all of it) in my bag, and the debit card in the bag strap holster. I could afford to lose the cash I was carrying if I got pickpocketed, but I didn't want them to get my cards, so those stayed in the luggage as much as possible. I doubted that I'd actually get pickpocketed, but being able to write off the cash and not worry about my cards lowered my anxiety about the possibility.

(In case anyone is curious, the debit card is from Betterment; I have a savings account with them and they offered me a checking account attached to it with a debit card. So I have a few grand in savings, and can pull a few hundred at a time from that savings into the checking account, but the debit card can't access the savings side. If I need to "reload" the debit card I can do it instantaneously from the app, unlike a bank transfer that can take a few days. The only downside is if I don't track what I'm spending, the card can run out and give an insufficient funds error, at which point I have to reload it while standing at checkout, which irritates everyone behind me.)

#sam travels #travel

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twst with a yuu that is so rich, it's disrespectful. like they're the youngest child of a girlboss mom who built a company similar to wayne enterprises with her own two hands and the baby sibling of two older brothers who take care of everything concerning the company when their mom retires so yuu just has to sit back, relax, manage accounting and get spoiled by everyone else in the family.

when they get to nrc they have 7 black cards and force crowley to exchange it from (insert country currency) to the currency of twisted wonderland and yuu renovated ramsackle with the money because no way in hell are they living in that dump.

yuu also got into an argument with riddle with the whole "mom says!" thing because yuu is also a mama's boy/girl/whatever and they're mom says going against these rules are FINE and actually their mom is more successful than HIS MOM so their mom MUST be right.

rich!yuu isn't a brat, i swear they've just been born and raised to be formal and refined their whole life and got whiplash when riddle insulted them because no one has ever told them that before. but yuu is a logical person, they know riddle has never heard of their family and much of a big deal they were in their world so they argue with him a bit and end things there.

they also got super confused on why leona wanted to be king so bad because though they aren't royalty themselves, yuu sees managing a company the same as ruling a kingdom (have to make sure the subjects are ok and that the financial situation's all good) and they've seen the stress their oldest brother's been through it's rough as hell.

since they're the youngest and therefore the spectator to the older siblings' burdens they give a word of advice to leona after the whole overblot thing (he laughed in their face btw). also rich!yuu is the first to detect azul's bullshit because they got that businessman mindset too, they know what's up. went to file a complaint to crowley when they got kicked out of their own basically-house and though they were allowed to sleep in ramshackle, yuu didn't say anything to anyone and went to sleep in savanaclaw to annoy leona anyway. (so petty lol)

when ch3 was over they tricked azul into giving them co-ownership of monstro lounge and gave it upgrades to draw in more customers. fem!rich!yuu would be it's poster girl and do fanservice for fun and m!rich!yuu would do the same while giving more than half the school their queer awakening. gn!rich!yuu is just hot and continues to be hot and a threat to vil to get on vil's nerves.

like aside from advancing from monstro lounge's poster person to nrc's poster person to wrangle up them BIG BUCKS. became the most popular and highest paid streamer in twst's version of twitch in a couple of months for them dollar bills because they're godly at marketing. probably contributed to vil's overblot unknowingly because the jealousy he feels for neige is accompanied by the fear that this rich pretty person from basically nowhere is coming for his spot and he feels suffocated.

man probably plotted murder on yuu too but yuu didn't figure it out until they realised vil was planning to oof neige. apologised for their contribution to overblots taking vil out on a spa date and buying him clothes and cosmetics of his liking because their love language is gift living and acts of service.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #billionaire yuu #like THEY have 7 black cards on them rn #17 left at home and more money at the bank

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For One Night

It's been a long day of people watching. I stood along the sidewalk as crowds of people walked past me all day. I observed everyone that walked past me as scouted out potential talent within the mass of people. Although I did find a few handsome faces, none of them were open to conversation when I approached them. The most I could get from them was a "sorry, I'm in a rush," and then they walked off. It was frustrating, for sure, but nevertheless I remained vigilant in my search for the next guest star of my little internet show For One Night.

The sun was beginning to set, and I still had no luck. I worried that the next episode would have to be delayed at this rate. I began planning for the weeks ahead in my head; I'd have to edit one of the unreleased episodes we recorded but never got around to due to low appeal. Then I'd have to market the damn thing and after that I have to deal with low viewer rates because the algorithm demanded consistent posting regardless of quality. All the while, I'd still have to be on streets looking for the next star and then-

It quickly became too much to keep track of in my head. I shook my head, all the planning would have to wait until I was back at my desk again.

I ended up spacing off for a while. I guess even someone as determined as I was got tired after hours of fruitless searching. I sat there on a bench while I took another casual glance at the crowd of people all around me. Nobody looked particularly interested at first glance, but then after I took another look, I saw someone with potential. I quickly got up and approached them.

"Hey there, you in the white tank!" I called out. The guy heard me and slowed down.

"You talking to me?" the burly guy said to me. I nodded, and the guy met me halfway.

"What if I told you there was an easy way to make money," I started my pitch. Right away, I saw the guy wasn't buying it as his face scrunched up.

"I would say you're scamming me,"

"Haha, I can see why you'd say that, but hear me out for a minute or two if you'd be so kind. Now, look here..." I took out a wad of cash from my pockets. I flipped through the stack of 20s with thumb and forefinger, letting the sound of the bills speak for themselves.

"All cash money, right here, right now. All you have to do is let a chick give you a blowjob on camera."

The guy scoffed. He turned to start walking away, but I reached out to him before he could leave.

"Think about it, bro, you're getting money for getting sucked off by a hot chick! It's a win-win situation for you. Here, see for yourself,"

I took out my phone and unlocked it where there was a picture of me and my sister already waiting. I showed him the picture, and he did a double take when he saw it.

"Damn, she kinda bad... Who is that?" he asked.

"An old friend from high school," I lied.

He kept checking her out on my phone. I let him for another minute or so, then I turned off the phone. He looked annoyed when I did that.

"So what do you say, you down?"

He looked down at the ground after I asked him that question. I waited in silence for his answer, until he looked back up to me.

"How much?"

"400 dollars, cold hard cash. Just say yes, and we'll go into that car over there where my friend's just dying to meet a man like you."

He took another minute to think about my offer. I waved the wad of cash in my hand in front of him. Then, he reached out his hand and told me he accepted the deal. I smirked as we shook on it.

I then proceeded to lead him to the back parking lot where we had parked the van. I texted my sister and friend that I had finally found a guy. They were probably annoyed that it took so long, but I didn't care. Just as long as we had found a guy for For One Night, I was content.

"This isn't one of those fake taxi videos where y'all trick me into doing some gay shit, right?"

"No! Of course not, and besides, you know those are fake right? Even the straight ones, they're all scripted."

"You mean they're all fake!?"

I turned to him after he shouted. He looked so devastated. I felt like I had just told a 9 year old kid that Santa wasn't real.

The rest of that walk was quiet, but we eventually made it to the van. I unlocked the back door for him. My sister was already in there smiling and barely dressed, already ready to play her role of horny air-headed bimbo.

"Hiii there, sexy~ I've been waiting for you!" my sister said in a very bubbly voice. The guy smirked as he hopped in next to my sister. I also got in the back seat too, and after I closed the door, my friend pulled out the parking lot and started driving.

"Alright, so here we are. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable," I told the guy as I powered up the camera. My sister was feeling him up, and the guy flexed for her in return. He then took off his shirt and shorts, leaving his cock to flop out. I almost let out a gasp at the sight of it, it was long even when flaccid.

"I hope you're ready for me, Daddy..." my sister whispered to him as she wrapped a hand around his cock. She gave it a few pumps, causing it to harden up, and then she stopped. She pulled out a handkerchief, and blinded the guy. She then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed him to the car seats.

"Ooo I love a kinky bitch," the guy said. His dick was standing at full mast, and my sister quietly gagged at it. She then reached for the camera and I handed it off to her. I then got on my knees and began getting to work sucking him off.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that!" he shouted out.

The smell of his sweaty balls penetrated my nose as I made my way down his entire shaft. It was rank, and his bush of pubic hair tickled every time I deep throated him. It was tough, but I kept at it. I knew the big bucks were come rolling in soon enough.

Deep, loud moans escaped this man's mouth. Everytime I came up for air, my sister made sure to talk dirty to him; helped keep the fantasy alive. He was leaking precum like a madman as I sucked him off. I felt him twitching in my mouth, and I had a feeling he was gonna cum soon. I took a deep breath through my nose, and then went down on him, shoving his whole length into my throat.

I felt the tip of his dick touch the back of my throat. He was squirming at my sudden move; I had him right where I wanted him. Even though my nose was already nuzzled deep into his bush, I pushed down even further. I kept pushing against his body, and soon enough I began to phase into him. My head sunk into his pelvic region, and I could feel his body convulsions on a whole different level now.

"Argh...! How are... you doing that!?"

He was gasping for breath. I was sinking deeper and deeper into his body. Soon enough the rest of my torso slithered inside of him, as did my legs. My presence filled his body from the inside, and I could feel every movement he made as though they were my own. I allowed myself to expand from inside of him. I filled every limb and crevice of his body with my own body. We aligned perfectly and became one.

All the pressure and tension from getting his body taken over must've been too much for him. He- I mean I, shot out ropes of hot cum all over myself. I could feel it puddle up in my new ab lines. I was panting for air as my consciousness made itself comfortable with its new body.

"Hey, you in there now?" my sister called out to me. I nodded yes, and she proceeded to take off the blindfold and uncuff me. I rubbed all the cum into my new skin like it was lotion. My sister groaned and called me gross for it.

"Whatever, you got it on camera right?"

"Of course I did, I'm not a dumbass like you,"

"It was one time!"

"And it was one time I had to go hungry cuz of you!"

I felt myself getting red in the face, and I was gonna yell back until our friend in the driver's seat hit the brakes and sent both of us flying.

"Stop yelling already!! God, I know it's been a long day for all of us but at least we finally have some new content to put out!" our friend shouted. My sister and I stayed quiet after that. She was right.

She dropped us off at our place after that, and waved goodbye as she drove off.

"You think they're gonna like this new guy?"

"Of course they will, it's OnlyFans, they'll eat it up," I walked over to our shared car. I stood in front of the hood, and my sister turned on the camera and pointed at me.

"Welcome back to another episode of For One Night! Today I gave this hottie with a body a blowjob in a car, then I took over his body while I sucked him off!" I flexed my new guns for the camera. I knew the fans go crazy the more I show off my new body.

"Check out the full body takeover, right here!"

My sister gave me a thumbs up, and turned off the camera. I felt satisfied with the introduction I gave, and now it was time for a nap. After all, I had a whole night to play with my new body ahead of me. One night of whatever I wanted.

#male body swap #male possession #male body switch #male merge #muscle #bribe #deception

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I just saw a post saying something like "it's not that you hate your job, it's that if you make one mistake, you could literally die because you have no safety net if you get fired"

And like, yeah. It's debilitating to not even be able to send an email without fear of a typo getting you fired. It's terrifying to know that going to a meeting and saying the wrong thing could mean the end of your health insurance or the inability to pay your rent.

And I really want to contextualize this in regards to authors because most of y'all think we aren't workers, but we don't even have to *get* fired. We essentially get hired *per project*, so it's not just that we can't make a mistake, it's that we have to be exceptional at every turn because every single paycheck requires a whole new job interview process with thousands of other people competing for the same job.

If you post on social media too much and say something that people don't like? You might be too much of a risk to offer on. If you don't post enough and fail to amass a following? You might be too much of a risk to offer on. If you put out a book that did poorly because your previous publisher didn't market it? You might be too much of a risk to offer on. If you put out a book yourself and it got review bombed because readers saw a couple typoes and decided that meant you didn't even bother to edit it? Prepare to be denied work for the rest of your foreseeable career.

And literally everything is marked against us in the eyes of publishers. Publishers have rejected authors because they didn't have enough support on social media, but have ALSO rejected authors who posted too much about their WIPs on socials because that meant the stories weren't "new" enough anymore. People have been rejected for self-publishing but ALSO for not having enough publishing credits. People get rejected for writing too niche but ALSO for writing too generic. We can spend years working on a bunch of projects just to get paid for none of them if editors "just don't connect with the story enough", and now we're back on the job hunt because bills are due.

So the next time you see an author being "cringe" on social media or don't understand why an author didn't answer your email or are annoyed an author self-published or that your favorite author took three years to release their next book, please offer a little grace. You're looking at workers who are overworked and underpaid with 0 job security constantly receiving contradictory information on our job performance while expected to balance all of that stress for the public eye. Please understand that even if we got "the dream job", we're still working people with jobs trying to make a living (usually for less than minimum wage), so please just be kind and approach us the way you would other working class people instead of treating us like corporations hiding behind multi-million dollar PR teams.

#author #writing #publishing

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eponastory · 5 months

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Apparently I missed the memo about it being Devil May Cry OC week...

I have a lot of them. But I guess I'll start with...

Rowena Aiden

She is originally from my story What Would You Give and it's sequel.

She and the twins were close up until Eva died, then she didn't see either one of them until she was in college. She ran into Dante and she stuck around for a while until a crazy night happened.

She is also mother to his son, Cade (ill post him later) and has two daughters with Dante as well.

Granted, I wrote this fic right after DMC5 came out.

Roe is tough as nails. She's got fire in her soul and a lot of love in her heart. Best part of her personality is that she can't stay angry with anyone. She's a forgiving person. The most annoying thing about her is her husband. He's a menace. He can't pick up after himself, doesnt load a dishwasher how she likes it, and he can't cook. He can't even pay his own bills. However, she loves that idiot to death, and he's the other half of her soul. It's a good thing her job as a museum curator pays well. Oh and she secretly works for the black market.

She's extremely happy when Vergil comes home because he was her best friend as a child.

But to know more, you'll just have to read the story.

#i didnt get the memo #dmc oc #original female character #OC week #devil may cry #dante #dmc #fanfic #dante sparda #devil may cry fanfiction #amwriting #devil may cry 5

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 9 months

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From Mako Shark to Manta Ray: The Evolution of the Most Influential Corvette Concepts

Published: 14 Nov 2022, 16:04 UTC • By:

During the 1960s, General Motors introduced a trio of stunning show cars that laid the groundwork for the C2 and C3 Corvette. Although many other concepts followed, these three remain the most influential, as they went on to inspire the styling of modern iterations, including the current, mid-engine C8.

Like the Corvette itself, the notion of a concept (or show) car was born in the U.S., under GM’s roof. Dubbed Buick Y-Job and designed by the legendary Harley J. Earl, the drop-top beauty unveiled in 1940 previewed a series of novel features and design cues that influenced the division’s mass-produced models for over a decade.

When GM decided to build a rival for the European sports cars that were flooding the North American market in the post-WWII years, the same Harley J. Earl was selected to draw it up. To build hype around it, the corporation commissioned Earl and the Chevy team to build a show car which was codenamed EX-122. First shown to the public at the 1953 Motorama in New York City, the concept would become known as the Corvette and with a few minor changes, it entered production a few months later.

Contrary to popular belief, the C1 wasn’t the commercial success that GM had envisioned but it did pique the American buyer’s interest in a homebuilt sportscar, so the corporation poured resources into the development of a successor.

Under the supervision of Styling and Design head Bill Mitchell, the new Corvette’s design was ironed out as early as 1961 and, as they did in the past, the team created a show car that would help promote it. Like the upcoming production version, the vehicle was designed by Larry Shinoda, who drew inspiration from the 1959 XP-87 Stingray racer.

Gone was the curvaceous, European-looking theme of the C1, with the ‘Vette’s body now boasting far more aggressive lines that look like the sleek shortfin mako shark. Although it was officially codenamed XP-755, the concept car unveiled at the 1962 International Automobile Show would become known as the Mako Shark due to its unmistakable resemblance to the fast-moving predator.

One aspect that contributed to this was the car’s spectacular paintwork. Legend has it that, upon returning from a fishing trip with a taxidermized shark head (some reports state that it was a complete shark) as a trophy, Bill Mitchell hung it in his office and instructed the design team to replicate its coloring on the show car.

Several attempts to make such an impossible task possible were made but Mitchell was not satisfied. The styling head would put the trophy next to the car and since the paint was not identical, he instructed the team to try again. Annoyed by this, an unnamed member of the team snuck into Mitchell’s office one night, took his beloved trophy, and airbrushed it to look like the car’s latest paint job. In the end, the boss couldn’t tell the difference and, since the car and the shark now looked the same, he finally gave his frustrated team the thumbs up.

The Mako Shark managed to draw enough interest in the C2 as it became a fan favorite at every event where it was showcased. It underwent styling and detail changes over time, gaining front fascia and interior upgrades. The car also lost the distinctive "double-bubble" canopy borrowed from a previous concept and became a pure convertible.

Apart from the unique paint and several flamboyant design cues, its overall styling made it to the mass-produced model. which became the commercial hit that its predecessor never was.

Unlike other GM concepts that were eventually destroyed, the original Shark is still alive and well, residing in the corporation’s Heritage Collection located in Sterling Heights, Michigan.

Just a few years after the debut of the Mako Shark, the Corvette team began work on the third-generation model which would roll out the factory gates in 1967. While the mid-engine format proposed by Zora Arkus-Duntov with his race-bred CERV II concept was considered, Bill Mitchell's conventional front-engine design was deemed more marketable by GM’s top brass.

Under the codename XP-830, the development of a new concept car kicked off in early 1964 with the C2’s existing chassis as the base. For the C3, Mitchell wanted "a narrow, slim, center section and coupe body, a tapered tail, an all-of-a-piece blending of the upper and lower portions of the body through the center (avoiding the look of a roof added to a body), and prominent wheels with their protective fenders distinctly separate from the main body, yet grafted organically to it.”

Turning this vision into reality took about a year to pull off. Mitchell’s designers completed a full-size, non-running version in March 1965, and days later, key members of GM’s management were invited to see it. Everyone was blown away and unanimously decided that it had to go into production as soon as possible.

Finished in a similar paint and carrying the same Mako Shark moniker as the XP-755, the non-functional concept was first shown to the public at the New York International Auto Show just a month later. While its exterior design was praised by everyone, its futuristic interior received a lot of criticism for ergonomically-nightmarish such as the yoke-style steering wheel with its complicated transmission controls.

Behind closed doors, the development team was working on a running model that would address these issues and in October 1965, it made its public debut in France, at the Paris Auto Show. Powered by the highly successful and versatile 427 version of Chevy’s Mark IV big block, the functional Mako Shark II had rear-exiting exhausts -as opposed to the static model’s side-mounted variants – and a conventional steering wheel with column-fitted transmission controls.

Although it’s unquestionably the most influential concept car to ever don Corvette badges, shaping the look of America’s popular sports car for generations to come, the story of the second Shark, in either non-functional or functional form, didn’t have a happy ending. Unlike its predecessor which enjoys retirement on top of a pedestal inside GM’s Heritage Collection, the static version was dismantled while the running model was transformed into another show car.

This leads us to the third most influential Corvette concept. Completed in 1969 it left the Mako Shark name behind (but not the now-iconic paint) and became known as the Manta Ray.

Its front fascia remained largely the same, with the only additions being an extended bumper ring around the vents and a chin spoiler mounted underneath.

On the sides, the Manta Ray featured functional exhausts that were masterfully integrated into rocker panels, but its most distinct upgrade was the profusely elongated, tail. The now-classic four taillights layout was tucked under the rear deck line and a pair of pop-up flaps that reflected light from upward-facing lamps were added. You can see rare footage of them in action below, thanks to the video posted on YouTube by DtRockstar1

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The reshaped tail flowed into a sweeping, scooped-out, stinger-style roof that helped accentuate the aggressiveness of the overall design. Speaking of aggressiveness, the car was powered by the newly introduced ZL1 427-ci (7.0-liter) V8, a lightweight, all-aluminum monster that could spit out no less than 430 hp.

Even if the Mako Shark II had to be sacrificed to build it, the Manta Ray was in itself a work of automotive art that captivated the hearts and minds of sports car enthusiasts. Thankfully, after its transformation, GM decided to keep it and it joined the first Shark in the corporation’s Heritage Collection.

Many other concept cars that carried the Corvette nameplate followed in the next five decades, but none were as pure nor as influential as these three. They inspired the look of every mass-produced Corvette generation that followed, including the current and radically different C8.

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Pop-a-licious

--A prequel of sorts to Trojan Teddy.

There wasn’t a lot of income potential in being an ex-supervillainess. All the lucrative gigs I would have taken as the badass mercenary Kylie Kannar, or the profitable mayhem I’d have wreaked as the cybernetic supervillainess Razorgirl were now off-limits. My superheroine girlfriend Lodestone would never forgive me if I pulled that kind of shit anymore. She actually believed all that stuff about “justice” and “private property” and “not breaking people’s legs to make a buck.” Most days I found her sunny disposition both deeply annoying and completely adorable, so I tried to to be a better badass.

But a girl’s got bills to pay. My marketable skills that did not involve beating the crap out of people were minimal at best.

Luckily, there was one gig that skirted the line: Capturing other supervillains. As long as I didn’t actually murder them, Lodestone could hardly get mad at me for doing the exact same thing she did, right? Some of the creeps that I’d worked with in my bad ol’ days had bounties on their heads that were completely ridiculous.

Take this idiot called Plaything, for example. I could live for over a year on the reward for his capture, and the only superpower he had was to control fucking toys. We’d worked together once. The moron had tried to take down Mnemonica—the telepath who can literally read your mind—by flying toy airplanes at her! He used to call his need for showmanship ostent-awesome. We was always making up stupid, silly words like that. He tried to get me to use them; I’d rather slit my own throat.

I’ll admit that he got the better of Mnemonica for a minute. But when Captain Alpha showed up to rescue her and Plaything defended himself with a squirt gun, I could barely cut my losses and run fast enough.

But I did remember where Plaything’s hideout was. A smart supervillain wouldn’t have gone back to a place that other people knew. But would you use the word “smart” to describe someone who attacked superheroes with teddy bears?

When I got to the abandoned hula hoop factory on the outskirts of Skarlette City, I found a trail of trading card wrappers leading to Plaything’s secret entrance. Those things would have blown away in a light breeze, so he couldn’t have dropped them too long before. Charging up the taser implanted in my left hand, I headed inside.

The narrow hallway under the factory was damp and very, very dark. Rather than alert Plaything of my presence with a flashlight, I switched my cybernetic eyes to night-vision mode. After a few twists and turns, I came to a large room filled with shelves of dusty, old toys. Ahead, the faint sound of a wind-up music box echoed off the concrete walls. The music box was likely a decoy, so I made a wide circle around it, picking my way among stacks of dusty dolls.

Peeking around the corner of the shelf, I was stunned to see a bright shape just a few inches in front of my nose. I nearly grabbed it with my taser-hand before I realized it was just a soap bubble. A few of them floated between the rows of toy shelves, their reflective surface registering unnaturally bright to my cybernetic vision. Blowing bubbles was probably Plaything’s idea of a security system. What a moron!

I stepped around the big bubble and continued to make my way through the room. Every turn seemed to have more bubbles floating lazily through the air. That probably meant I was getting close, but it also limited my line of sight. I didn’t want to stumble blind across Plaything. I snikt out one of the ceramic blades implanted into my right hand and popped a few bubbles. They vanished with a sound that even my cybernetic ears could barely detect. The thinnest sheen of soap residue coated my fingers.

I continued on my way, popping bubbles as necessary. I passed a row of dolls that actually looked kinda cute. They reminded me of Lodestone, with their generous curves and delicate outfits of lace and ribbons. Maybe I’d take one to give her as a gift. She loved this kind of girly shit.

Picking up the doll, the lace tickled my fingertips. More bubbles popped against my arms. I giggled.

What the fuck? I don’t fucking giggle. Particularly not while on a mission. Something was wrong. I needed to withdraw and regroup.

Dropping the doll, I turned and—Fuck!

I tried to drop the doll, but my fist only trembled around her. Trying to turn and walk away, I only rocked on my toes. My whole body had tensed up, every muscle clenching tight.

More bubbles drifted by, bursting as they touched my skin, my clothes, my hair. Each one that coated my body strengthened the bizarre paralysis gripping me. Before long, I was completely frozen in place, my only movement the rise and fall of my chest and the occasional blink. Fucking Plaything must have laced his soap bubbles with a contact paralytic chemical!

“My, my, my!” came Plaything’s reedy voice. “It’s been so long since we’ve had fun together, Razorgirl.”

I tried to tell him that the only fun I wanted was to slice his guts open with my finger-blades. But, with my jaw and lips unable to move, my words came out as inarticulate grunts.

“Good, I’m glad you see the irony. The last time you were here, Razorgirl, you ran away from me. This time, you came looking for me. Now you can’t move a single muscle. I’d call that turnabout-tastic!”

I spit out exactly which of his holes Plaything could jam his stupid, fake words up, but all that came out of my mouth was a stream of drool.

“Oh dear, Razorgirl. Having your stubborn, active mind trapped inside your helpless body must be positively maddening. Let me help.”

Plaything placed a pair of plastic glasses on the face of the doll in my paralyzed hands. They were too big for her head, but it didn’t matter. Since I couldn’t look away, they dominated my field of vision. The glasses had thick, black plastic frames with the word “Hypno Specs” painted on the nose piece. Instead of lenses, they held bits of white cardboard with black spirals printed on them.

“Your problem, Razorgirl, is that your body is ready to be my newest toy, but your mind is just the same serious, grumpy, double-crossing bitch you’ve always been. These glasses are going to help your mind be more like your body. I ordered from the back of a magazine. Just look at them. Just watch the spirals go around and around.”

I knew the spirals were just cardboard. I knew they weren’t actually moving. That didn’t change the fact that I saw them spinning before me. My locked gaze just kept getting pulled deeper and deeper down the spiral, always moving closer to the center, never reaching it. Over and over and—

Fuck! Those bubbles probably had a drug that increased suggestibility, too. I’d had enough supervillains mess with my mind that I knew a hypnotic induction when I was subjected to one. It would be so easy to slide down that spiral and just fall deep, deep, deep into its inky depths...

Not today, fuckhead! Even paralyzed, I had ways to hold onto my mind. I’d learned counter-brainwashing techniques from my former employers at Event Horizon. I just needed to detach myself from the sensations of my body.

“Oh, Razorgirl! Your breath is speeding up. That means you’re playing the escape game. It’s a thrilling game, but one you can’t win.” Plaything held a bubble wand up to my lips, its textured hoop loaded with shimmering liquid. “Tell me your next move in the escape game, Razorgirl.”

Beneath frozen lips, I grunted out Event Horizon Resistance Training. The little puff of breath I exhaled inflated a soap bubble. It floated up before my face.

“What a pretty bubble, Razorgirl. Thank you for breathing your escape plan into it. Watch it float gently away.”

The bubble drifted toward the doll I held. I drew in a breath, desperate to reclaim all my skill in resisting brainwashing. The bubble quivered, but burst against the doll’s silky hair. The soft pop brought my attention back to those ridiculous hypno specs and their endless spiral. I had no idea how to fight against its gravity. My talent for resistance was oozing through the doll’s hair. It soaked down through those long, dark curls the same way the spiral was soaking down, down, down into my soft, open brain. My brain was ready to—

Fuck no! I may not have any special skills, but I was still the meanest, toughest, most badass bitch on the planet. He might have been getting his jollies by stripping off my tactical vest while I couldn’t move a muscle, but there was no way some flabby, pasty-faced nerd boy was going to get the better of me. I growled deep in my throat.

“What a scary roar, Razorgirl! Maybe I’ll let you play at being my personal lioness later. Or maybe my sex kitten. But right now, you’re still playing the escape game. You’ve lost some pieces, but you keep on playing.” Plaything put the bubble wand back to my mouth. “Tell me what you’re using to resist me now, Razorgirl.”

If I just didn’t breathe, he couldn’t take anything more from me. I held my breath. Maybe I could even make myself pass out and collapse on the creepy little fucker!

A pudgy hand slid under my T-shirt and pawed at my breasts. The shock of sensation caused me to gasp out Anger and Pride. The shimmering surface of the bubble seemed to roil with a wrathful red. Every wiggle in its shape showed my fury inside, lunging to return to me.

The bubble popped on the doll’s face. She didn’t flinch as my white-hot rage trickled over her plastic lips. What had anger ever earned me besides trouble? What did I have to be proud of, when I’d been captured so easily by Plaything?

The swirling spirals drew me in. The deeper I went, the deeper there was to go. Around and around and around, my eyes always falling into the spirals. My mind always falling under Plaything’s control. The more I heard his voice, the more his words became my thoughts. The more his hands roamed my body, the more he was able to shape my mind. The more he told me what to think, the more I thought with his voice. The more he rubbed my needy little twat, the more pleasure I felt about obeying him. Soon, I would cum for him and the last of my mind would pop like a bubble. Afterward, Plaything would be the only person who mattered to me in any—

“Nooooooo,”I whined around my paralyzed lips. I couldn’t lose Lodestone. Being with her showed me what else I could be, what else I could hope for—

“Poor Razorgirl wants to cum and submit so badly, but something’s holding you back. What’s your last, losing move in the escape game?” Plaything wheezed in my ear as his fingers roamed my body.

I was so close to cumming that my breath came in ragged pants. Gasping Love Lodestone between stiff-jawed moans, I formed a tiny soap bubble. Short and sexy just like my superheroine girlfriend. The one I would always—

It popped in midair. I popped in his hands. I couldn’t moan or writhe or roll my eyes or arch my back or scream. The climax burst within me like a firecraker inside tiny room. Sharp and hot and deafening.

Plaything opened a little plastic egg from a vending machine. Inside was pink toy slime that he rubbed over my naked skin. As flexibility returned to my muscles, I sagged into him. He gentle lowered me to the floor, my legs weak and quivering from the powerful orgasm.

“The best part of the escape game is that it feels so much better to lose than to win. I loved watching you lose your thoughts through the popping bubbles. And watching you cum when you lost the game looked positively pop-a-licious.” He leaned close to study my expression, his breath sickly-sweet on my face. “What do you think of losing the escape game, Razorgirl?”

Plaything’s eyes were dark and deep, deep, deep. I said the only word in my head. “Pop-a-licious.”

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theunstuffedpepper · 1 year

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First of all, I’m currently sitting in a massage pedicure chair with my toes soaking. I think I finally found a good spot in our new town. Bless.

So much has been going on and honestly, all of it good.

House stuff. I mentioned it briefly, but I’m so stoked that I’ll say it again: our old house is SOLD. Off the market. We no longer own it. It’s someone else’s problem. Since getting the offer in December-ish I looked so forward to closing day and finally saying goodbye. It’s more or less sunken in now, that we no longer need to worry about the dead tree in the yard possibly falling or running back to that house 1.5 hours away because of some repair.

Financial stuff. The sale of the old house has given us such breathing room financially, I can’t even begin to explain. As the half of the marriage that does the bills, this has done wonders for my stress and mental health. What a profound relief. We’re already considering future investments and plans, but mostly I just want to enjoy this for a few months.

Work stuff. I won’t say much on it, but someone reached out to me with a potential interesting opportunity and I’ll be interviewing this week. All good vibes accepted.

Toddler stuff. Pep is growing and blooming and his vocabulary is expanding in such fun ways. The other day, he and B were heading to the park and B asked him if he wanted to give mommy a kiss goodbye. He turned around and came back for a smooch, then went to head to the car. A few steps into his walk to the car, he turned around again and said “one more.” and his little tush turned around to give me a second kiss goodbye. I mean… my heart.

Baby stuff. We had the anatomy scan (because I’m officially 20 weeks!) yesterday and B got to come along. My parents took the day off and came to watch Pep while we went to the scan together. It was so lovely, and most important, everything is looking normal and healthy. Tiny man is 14oz.. almost a pound. The kicks and flutters are more common now and I’m loving the reassurance of feeling him rolling around.

Home improvement stuff. The plan was always to finish off 1/2 of our unfinished basement area which was used for storage and use that newly finished room as my office/an extra couch-pullout bed space/workout space. B has started on that project and it’s coming along quickly (partly thanks to help from my dad). Looking forward to my new home office having a window!

While it’s not really part of my “good stuff” inventory, I’ve of course got my share of grief stuff too. My brain understands that I’m pregnant and yet I’m still pretty solidly in denial of actually raising two happy babes together because of everything we’ve been through. I can’t picture it. I want it so badly but I guess on some level I don’t want to let myself believe in it completely. Aside from that, I have gotten notably worse at reaching out to people. I also get annoyed/angry easily - there’s a lot of internal regulation that happens all day, every day. My memory still sucks, but general recall has gotten easier. I’m exhausted daily. How much of that is pregnancy vs grief vs general human stuff, who knows. I think daily about starting therapy again. I probably will soon, because I want that support in place for labor, delivery, and the postpartum journey.

Trying to focus on the good, and it’s been abundant lately.

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Argument

Hello dear reader! This will the first drabble that I have posted. Hope you enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sfw, angst to fluff Character: timeskip!Miya Osamu -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Stay away from me!” You yelled at him jerking your arm away from his hold and giving him the look. You have been like this for the last two days. Ignoring him.

“Are you that immature?! Walking away from me! Can’t talk it out like the adult you pretend to be!” He snapped back. “Oh yeah, I am so immature that I am going to complain about it to your mother.” “Leave my mother out of this!” “Oh oh oh, what are you going to do about it Miya, cuss me! Hit me! Go to your stupid kitchen and bake or something! Leave me alone since that is all you do!”

You where both so upset with each other. filthy words left both your mouths, words that got too far. But you couldn’t help it. It was his fault. If he just listens for once. This wouldn’t have happend. You always listen to him. Even with the most annoying requests things that are way out of you comfort zone. But when you ask him it is always: ‘No babe, I am tired.’ ‘Sorry hon I can’t. Have a meeting.’

Why couldn’t he accompany you to one of your work events. If the event was not important, you wouldn’t have asked. But it grows kind of tiring to attend events alone, and telling your colleagues and clients that your boyfriend is too busy to accompany you to the event.

Walking to the door he yelled again. “Don’t you dare walk out of that door!” “Come and stop me! Jerk!“ You opened the door but before you could set one foot over the doorstep. He tugged you back in and held both of your wrists tightly.

“LET ME GO.” “Cool down first!” You tried to get yourself loose from his grip, but you couldn’t. This big jerk, was unfortunately built with a lot of muscles you could not compare with. “Don’t use your strength on me!” He dragged you to the couch and sat you down. “Now calm down will you. We need to talk.” “There is nothing to talk about!” “Then stop this! Why are you so upset.” You scoffed, he still doesn’t get it! “I get it. You, mister famous, who has a successful business is known by the whole country. Surrounded by some of the most famous people in the world. Does not give a fuck about his uninteresting girlfriend who works a normal nine to five job. Who earns just enough money to pay off the water bills. And is known by no one. Well guess what! This stupid event. That you don’t want to attend so bad is planned by me! I put so much heart and effort in it. And you don’t care!” You were panting. You stood up and walked to your shared bedroom. He didn’t follow you. Nor did he say anything. Closing the door behind you, walked to you closet door. Ignoring the tears that pricked you eyes. ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry!’

You sat down your bed. Clearing your thoughts. And deciding what to do.

Not once has Osamu attended one of your work parties of events. Sometimes you attended it alone other times you attended it with one of you colleagues. But you can’t show up alone this time. It is too embarrassing. How can the host of the party attend alone. So you decided to ask your brother in law. He holds great influence in the marketing industry as well.

While grabbing the clothes that you chose for the event. You took a hold of your phone and called the well know volleyball player, Miya Atsumu, twin brother of your boyfriend.

“Heyy Atsumu-san. How are you?” “I am great thank you for asking, how are you doing?” “I am good, thank you. I had a question. Are you free tonight? I have a charity event this evening, and I really can’t go alone, could you please attend this once with me.” “Uhm yeah sure, I figure that Osamu is not available.” “Yes. He is. Busy.” “Where, when and what to wear?” “Thank you, you are a lifesaver. I will text you the address. Normal pantalons and a blouse is fine, nothing to flashy tho.” “Alright I will be there. See you then.”

“Thank you again for doing this. It means a lot.” “How can I let my sister-in-law go alone.” “Well your brother didn’t really have a problem with doing that.”

The evening went nice, there were are a lot of hello’s, fake smiling and annoying co-workers. “I thank you all guys for attending this lovely evening, it was such a pleasure to have a conversation with each and one of you, about the future of our company. Thank you”

After the ending speech, the hall began to pour out. “Time to leave?” “Yeah, it is getting late. Sorry for keeping you here so long. Your girlfriend must be upset.” “Ouch. I am single Y/N. Don’t rub it in.” He looked ‘hurt’ in an annoying way.

“Owh well, that is a surprise. I can introduce you to someone if you want?” “My pleasure.” “Thank you again for being here, I am so grateful. If you ever need something just call, please.” “Thank you for the reassurance. Good night.” “Good night.”

He is a good guy, not your type of person. But he really is nice. You watched him drive away in his jeep. And stepped in yours. Your basic office worker car. A Kia picanto. “What to do now. Should I go home?” Going back home to Osamu was something that you did not want to deal with, but it it is 00:30am. There is not much to do outside. “Let’s go for a small ride and then go home. And let’s get take out.”

You started the engine when your phone rang. It was Osamu.

“Hello?” “Hey hun. Where are you?” “I just finished the charity. I am still hungry so I am about to get McDonalds. You want some?” “No thanks. Well please make it quick. Is someone with you?” “Uhm no, Atsumu-san went back a few minutes ago and so did the rest of my colleges.” “Atsumu? What was my brother doing there?” “He went as my partner for the event.” “….” The other side of the line fell silent. “Hello?” “Euh yeah, sorry. Just get home safe.” And he hang up. ‘The hell?’ Whats wrong with him. Ordering your food and going back to the parking lot in your apartment complex. You ate in the car. And walked back to your house.

It was already 1:15 am. “I am home.” He must have already gone to bed you thought. But the kitchen light was still on. “Osamu? Are you still awake?” “Yes. Y/N we need to talk.” Oh no. To be honest, you knew this was going to happen, but still took you by surprise. “Yeah sure, about what.” “About us. About what happed today and two days ago.” “I have nothing more to say about it. You clearly don’t care about my work.” “Honey, that’s not true at all, and I am sorry if you got it that way. I love you and I will always support you.” He came forward to wrap his arms around you. You didn’t protest. You missed it. “Then why didn’t you want to come with me to the charity. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have asked your brother.” “I am sorry it must have been awful being with him.” “No he did great. I wanted to be there with you. It was important to me.” “I am sorry.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I didn’t want to come, because I don’t want to embarrass you. Your events are always attended by highly privileged people. I don’t want to be the reason you can’t get the proposal.” You were dumbfounded. The owner of a two Michelin star restaurant. Is scared of going to a meeting. “You liar. How could such a stupid meeting bother you in the slightest.” “Because of you. You are the most precious thing I have in my life. You can’t tell that you wouldn’t be upset if you did not get the proposal that was offered to you because of me.” You were silent. You never knew that he was this insecure about this. “I would never be upset. It is not like you would have done it on purpose.” “But I can’t live with myself if it have happened. Even if it didn’t matter to you. It would really much to me.” “So what now. Do you want to break up with me.” You looked up. Eyes pricked with tears and hugged him back. “No! I will never. Your the love of my life. The woman who I want to have children with. We will never be apart from each other.” You blushed and were so happy that he thought this way. You buried your head in his chest, and hugged him tighter. He did as well. Eyes red and a bit puffy you looked up again. “Prove it. How do I know you are telling the truth.” He sighed. You laughed a bit. Teasing is always something that you have done. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips. You expected a kiss. But you were waiting a bit too long for that. Opening one eye you looked and saw you boyfriend on one knee in front of you.

“What are yo-“ “Y/N L/N, I want to stay by your side forever. I love you so much. This is not how I imagined it to happen, but I guess there is no other way. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me.” He looked so in love and so determined. “I know I am lacking in many points, bu-“ “NO” “Y/n…” “You are the best man I have met.” You jumped on him. “Don’t ever say your lacking.” “So you want to marry me?” “Oh you are stuck with me for the rest of your life.” You laughed, finally the tears staining your cheeks. He presses his lips on yours. Holding each other just like that. Steady and loving. When you parted again looking each other loving in the eyes.

“I love you.” “ I love you too.”

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clover1412 · 2 months

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Priorities

an absolute crackfic

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Deuce winced as he heard the familiar voice; they had managed about two days without getting into a fight. Which may be a record for Ace, but with how close Isuka’s voice was, it was just a matter of time before they were fighting. Deuce was unsure whether Ace had heard it too; he was easily distracted by the food surrounding them. They were in a market area, and if Ace hadn’t heard her voice, it would be best to keep it that way.

‘Hey, wasn’t that Isuka?’ Deuce cursed under his breath. He could never catch a break.

‘I don’t think so. Why would the Ensign be here? Hey, isn’t that your favourite snack,’ Deuce was using all his powers of distraction, but for some reason, Ace wasn’t listening.

‘Nah I’m pretty sure that’s her, where do you think it came from?’

Deuce sighed, ‘why do you go looking for trouble? If she hasn’t seen you yet we should probably leave.’

‘So you did hear her!’ He said incredulously.

‘Yeah at this point hearing her voice puts my body on autopilot, we need to leave.’

‘Oh come on, it would be rude to leave without saying hello.’

‘Since when have you cared about manners?’ Maybe he lived just to annoy Deuce; if he died early, the cause of death should be listed as Portgas D. Ace.

They hadn’t been able to pinpoint her location just yet, the marketplace was a bustling hub in the middle of the city, and one would think the Marine’s uniform would stand out.

‘Hey I’ll pay!’ They heard Isuka argue with someone, and Ace twirled around to see Isuka, not in her uniform but in casual clothing. There were two little kids next to her; one of them was clinging onto her leg, and she had a hand on the other one's head. From their angle, they couldn’t quite see who she was arguing with, but it was clear she was close to this person; otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing over the bill.

‘Who are those kids,’ Ace turned to Deuce, who looked just as confused; they didn’t know anything about her personal life.

‘Why don’t we order double, then we can both pay,’ Isuka’s shoulders sank, but it was because she was laughing. Ace grimaced slightly; Isuka barely ever laughed around them; she was too busy fighting them. Deuce wanted to point out that it wasn’t his fault Isuka didn’t laugh at his jokes. It was really that they were on opposite sides of the law and that most of them were insulting the Marines. He couldn’t, however, deny that she looked good when she wasn’t scowling. She looked younger and more peaceful.

‘Fine, fine, I can never win with you,’ she pulled out her purse and took out some bills while her friend asked for more from the vendor, who seemed quite pleased with all the sales he was making. Isuka carefully took the little parcels of food and gave them to the kids, the little one clutching her one and the older one grabbing a few more.

Both pirates snuck a little closer, trying to get a closer look at the other party. By the voice alone, they could tell it was a man, but nothing else. As they stopped, hidden behind a cart of sweets, they were finally able to see his face. He had one of those faces that exuded calmness. He was good-looking if you preferred plain and boring guys. He seemed tall and well built; he was probably a Marine, but what was really bothering Ace was why would the both of them be on vacation together.

‘Maybe we should help them with the food, we have quite a few parcels,’ the man suggested as he took a bag of food.

‘Yeah, we should,’ Isuka ruffled the younger one’s hair. She leaned over to take one of the bags from the man, but he refused to fork one over and pushed her forward instead. She held the younger one’s hand instead, carefully leading them through the crowds. They passed Ace and Deuce, the latter diving behind a stall to hide; Ace stood watching as they disappeared.

‘Do you think her radar is broken?’

‘Radar?’ Deuce questioned as he dusted himself off and apologised to the startled drink vendor.

‘Yeah her ‘Hunt Fire Fist’ at all costs one,’ Deuce decided he must’ve lost his mind out of hunger and tried to push him towards the food stalls.

‘I think you need some food, you’re talking crazy.’

‘No, you know how she never gives up on a chase, and no matter what crazy turns I take she always manages to find me, how? Her crazy find me radar.’

Ace looked proud of his explanation, but Deuce could only sigh, ‘sure buddy, but it looks like she’s taking a break, maybe she doesn’t want to fight you.’

‘Nope, how many times has she abandoned what she was doing to chase me?’ He pointed out, ‘no, something's going on, we’ve got to find out.’

Deuce buried his face in his hands and groaned, ‘why can’t things go my way for once,’ but Ace was already dragging him in the direction she was heading in.

They were walking for a while before Ace decided to jump on someone’s roof to try and locate the pair walking together. He caught sight of them walking toward the slums to the north of the city. He jumped back down to tell Deuce and broke into a run to catch up with them.

When they reached the slums, the little kid who had been holding onto Isuka’s hand let go and ran towards another kid, holding out the little parcel of food. Soon little kids were surrounding the two Marines, and they were handing out the food to whoever was there. Isuka was crouching down to talk to them, ruffling their hair and accepting little hugs. The little kids seemed overjoyed, running back to their houses to share.

When the food ran out, Isuka stood back up; they had just about enough for everyone. ‘It’s a good thing we bought double.’

‘See this is why you should listen to me, I’m always correct,’ he nudged her shoulder with his.

‘This is coming from the person who thought the red line was a literal red line in the middle of the sea,’ she pressed back.

‘I was 10. Give me a break,’ there was a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Ace was getting more annoyed as she playfully teased him. Deuce, on the other hand, was more shocked to see this side of the Ensign that usually chased them. In her pursuit, she was ruthless and powerful, but now, seeing her laugh carelessly really proves how little they knew about her.

‘How about lunch,’ she suggested as they began to walk back. Deuce pulled Ace into a random house to hide, apologising to the terrified occupants.

‘Yes I am starving, it’s my treat though,’ he emphasised.

‘No it’s mine, take it as a way to congratulate you for your promotion.’

‘Exactly! My promotion, I should be treating you with my pay rise.’

She laughed, ‘you’re an Ensign now, I know exactly how measly the pay rise is. Let me treat you, plus I am older than you.’

‘By like 3 months, you don’t have to keep bringing that up.’

Ace waited for them to turn the corner as they walked past the house before following behind. Deuce thanked the family before running after him.

‘Ace I think we should stop now, clearly there’s nothing wrong, she’s just enjoying some time with her friend,’ Deuce stopped next to him and took a couple of breaths. ‘Although it’s a little weird seeing her so happy, I think the only time I’ve seen her smile was that time Kotatsu jumped her and ended up tickling her with his fur.’

‘Nope,’ he was being stubborn for no reason at all, ‘we have to get to the bottom of this mystery.’

‘What mystery? Last I checked we’ve been pointlessly following around a Marine and her probably Marine friend.’

Before he could get an answer out of Ace, the pair they were following turned a corner, ‘come on we’re going to lose them!’

It was a little while before they seemed to finally make a decision on where to eat. It was a restaurant that had a riverside view. They waited for them to be seated before entering themselves.

‘Could we get seats that have a clear view of that table?’ Ace pointed to where Isuka was sitting on the deck overlooking the river. She was finally using those sunglasses she always had in her hair.

The waitress seemed intrigued and was glad to help them spy on the two of them, she must’ve thought something was going on, and Deuce felt the need to clarify that there wasn’t anything actually happening. The waitress remained unconvinced and showed them upstairs to a seat on the balcony overlooking where Isuka was sitting. She bought them menus and a jug of water, and Deuce couldn’t stop fidgeting. They were at a semi-fancy restaurant, and they were following a Marine.

‘Hey don’t you think this has gone on for long enough?’ Ace simply glanced at the menu. ‘She seems happy, and that’s good because I don’t particularly want to spend the rest of our time at this island running from her, she’s kinda scary you know.’

‘Pffft, Isuka? Scary? You must be out of your mind,’ he paused, taking a sip from the glass of water in front of him, ‘she’s just mildly terrifying.’

‘See, even you have to admit she's clearly a lot more at ease right now and we should let her be. Wasn’t there like a million things you wanted to see, you’re not going to have any time if you spend all your time following her.’

Ace sighed, looking down at the pair of Marines; she was laughing at something he’d said, tucking her hair behind her ear. She was beautiful in a gentle way, looking soft in the way the sunlight hit her. She was beautiful in the way she fought as well, fierce, like fire.

Deuce rolled his eyes; Ace was never subtle; the look in his eyes as he watched her gave away his reasons. He said goodbye to all his plans, seeing as how Ace was simply not going to let this go.

'Fine, let's at least eat something while we're here,' Deuce called over the waitress so they could order something.

Ace immediately dived into the food as soon as it arrived, but he still managed to keep tabs on what Isuka was doing. Watched as she sipped her glittery drink and the way she gripped her cutlery.

It felt like hours had gone by as he waited for them to finish their conversation. Deuce was more shocked that Ace hadn’t spontaneously fallen asleep during the meal than by how long they could keep a conversation going.

When Isuka got up to pay, he watched as they fought over the bill before getting up himself. Before Deuce could point out that they needed to pay, Ace had left. He pulled out his wallet and placed some cash on the table before running after him.

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Deuce was already beyond bored as they hid behind a bush. Isuka and her friend had spent hours walking around town, visiting different shops.

Isuka had tried on so many clothes they’d never even thought she’d wear, but she looked stunning in all of them. There was this blue dress that had Ace tripping over the mannequin they were hiding behind.

They waited outside a bookstore for close to an hour, sat on a bench and shared a large newspaper to hide their faces. Isuka came out with a bag full of books at the end of it.

When they’d finally tired of walking, they sat on a park bench, and Ace decided to hide in a bush nearby in the hopes of catching parts of their conversation. Deuce mumbled something about his butt hurting from sitting on the hard ground, and Ace shushed him. To his dismay, they chatted about the books Isuka had purchased, something about them being a series she loved as a kid and didn’t know there were more books in the set. Ace still paid attention to her every word, no matter how boring. Deuce ended up lying down on the ground and taking a nap.

It was darker when Ace hurriedly woke him up, saying they were going to a bar to get a meal and some drinks. He pulled him up and continued his pursuit, with a sleepy Deuce trying not to bump into the street lights.

It was harder to sneak into the bar without the two Marines noticing them. It was much smaller than the restaurant, and they barely managed to make it to a table before Isuka saw them.

Isuka could clearly hold her alcohol as she easily downed many cups of liquor. That’s one thing they had in common, Ace loved to party and could easily outdrink most people. Unluckily for him, he often collapsed, making people think he was a lightweight. On the other hand, Deuce was a terrible lightweight, so he sipped at his cup, hoping no one would notice he was on the same cup from the beginning.

‘D’ya think she’s given up on me?’

‘Who Isuka?’ Deuce poked the table with his fork as they waited for their food.

‘Yeah, we’ve been following her all day and she hasn’t noticed us once. I know we’re not exactly amazing at subtlety so has she just given up?’

‘Isuka would never, she’s got that stubbornness about her,’ Deuce took a small sip of his drink, ‘she would never stop chasing you.’

Ace laughed, but it was sort of sad. Deuce patted him on the back, ‘maybe we’re just better at stalking people than we thought we were.’ And this time, Ace laughed for real.

For the next two hours, Ace had seemingly forgotten about Isuka laughing and chatting away on the other side of the room, and he joked with Deuce like normal. That was until Isuka had gotten up to pay and leave. She placed her sunglasses on the bar as she handed the shopkeeper some bills but left them there when she left the premises. Ace was immediately up and bolting out of the restaurant, grabbing her sunglasses to follow her.

Deuce shouted after him, but it was hopeless; he’d already gone. Begrudgingly he took out his wallet yet again and paid before running after him.

When he caught up, Ace was somehow on a rooftop, following the pair from a distance, and Deuce considered clambering up to join him but decided to stay on the ground.

They followed them for a while until they heard Isuka gasp loudly, and they stopped.

Isuka had been walking quietly and enjoying the crisp, cold air. She took a deep breath in and decided this was the best moment. She reached up to her head and feigned shock, ‘I left my sunglasses at the bar!’

‘Want me to come back with you?’

‘No, no, you go on ahead, I’ll get them myself,’ she pushed him forward before turning around to head back to the bar.

She turned the corner before leaving against the wall and calling out, ‘I know you’re there Fire Fist.’

He jumped down from somewhere, and Deuce simply stepped into the light. He was smiling at her, ‘how did you know?’

‘You’re not subtle,’ she smiled and held out her hand, ‘I’d like my sunglasses back, I assume you grabbed them on your way out. They were a gift from someone important.’

His smile dropped, and he stepped towards her, grabbing the sunglasses out of his pocket. He ignored her outstretched hand; instead, he stopped, unusually close to her. He placed the glasses back on her head, trying to remember the exact angle it fit between the vermillion strands of hair.

‘Where are they from him?’

‘Huh?’ Isuka was taken aback. She’d barely managed to register the fact that he was trying to adjust her hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear, let alone pay attention to his words.

‘You said they were a gift,’ he retracted his hands, happy with his work, ‘was it from him?’

‘Who? Ryu? No!’ She buried her face in her gloved hands; 'a different friend got me these, she’s a swordswoman like me. I haven’t seen her in ages.’

‘Oh,’ Ace rubbed his neck sheepishly; he’d jumped to conclusions again.

‘Why were you even following me Fire Fist, shouldn’t it be the other way around?’

‘That’s what I said!’ Deuce looked exhausted, and Isuka sympathised; keeping up with someone like Ace was hard work.

‘No reason,’ he looked down, kicking a random stone, ‘just thought it was odd you didn’t notice me.’

She couldn’t see his expression because his hat successfully covered his face, but she could easily guess that he probably looked like a sad puppy.

She burst out into laughter, and Ace looked up in shock, ‘of course I noticed you! It would be impossible not to! That hat is so obnoxiously orange!’

‘You did? Then why didn’t you do anything? Usually, you’re chasing me before I even see you.’ He chose to ignore the hat comment; to him, it was a perfectly acceptable colour.

‘My priorities have changed Fire Fist,’ she explained, but he looked so utterly shocked she had to elaborate further. ‘Well I’ve been receiving complaints from my crew lately about how catching you can’t always be my priority and that I also have to relax and enjoy meals. You know, not abandoning whatever I’m doing to pursue you.’

Deuce failed to suppress a laugh, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were aware how annoying it is.’

She glared at him but continued, ‘so when I saw you at the market I decided you weren’t my priority, my friend was and that I wasn’t going to abandon an old friend who I haven’t seen in a while to chase you.’

‘Aw, I’m not a priority anymore?’

‘Trust me Fire Fist, as soon as this little vacation is over you’re number one on my list. Right now my priorities are slightly different.’

‘Kinda sucks not being on your mind all the time.’

‘It’s kinda hard to forget you when you spent the whole day following me,’ she grumbled.

‘My bad, you know what, you have my word I won’t bother you the rest of your trip.’

‘I’m not sure the word of a pirate means much to me, but okay, no bothering each other.’

‘Deal,’ he smiled, sticking his hand out to her. She took it up begrudgingly, and he took the opportunity to pull her closer, ‘that blue dress was the best, you should totally get it. Also have fun with your little boyfriend Isuka.’

He pulled back and smiled at her, and before she could deny it, he jumped back to where Deuce was, ‘see you later, Ensign!’ He tipped his hat towards her and began to walk away, ‘just so you know, you’re always a priority to me!’

She blushed at the statement, though she didn’t know why, ‘he’s not my boyfriend you moron!’ She didn’t know if he could hear her but felt the need to clarify.

Deuce glanced over at Ace, who was grinning widely as she shouted at him. He rolled his eyes; what an odd pair.

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