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byunbqbes · 2 years

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WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON THEIR DESKMATE

ft. kageyama, atsumu, iwaizumi

Kageyama

the little milk packets start appearing on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you've been nodding off the whole day in school so you went to the toilet to rinse your face and freshen up

but when you return, a packet of milk sits at the corner of your desk

you're even more confused when a packet of milk appears again the day after, and the day after that, AND all the days after that

one day, you decide to confide in your (cute) deskmate kageyama and ask him if he has seen anybody entering your classroom to secretly give you milk these days

kageyama is IMMEDIATELY blushing and spluttering, "err, m-maybe you have a secret admirer?"

he's internally screaming - is he giving away too much? what if you find out? he's definitely not ready -

turns out he has nothing to worry about. you have hired him for your brand new mission: CATCHING YOUR SECRET ADMIRER !!

not your brightest moment 😭😭

not that kageyama has anything against that! he gets to spend significantly more time with you and he's slowly learning about your favourite snacks

so instead of one packet of milk, you're starting to receive one pack of milk AND your favourite bar of chocolate

the bar of chocolate is coincidentally the brand that you mentioned to kageyama before

now you have growing suspicions of kageyama tobio, your fellow detective in mission

your suspicions are confirmed on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you're returning from the toilet quickly, rushing off for extracurriculars, then you're seeing this familiar figure with a mop of black hair outside your classroom

this boy is gripping onto homemade cookies a little too hard and breathing a bit too hard

you narrow your eyes and rush up to him, "kageyama? don't you have volleyball right now?"

kageyama quickly hides the cookies behind his back and stutters out, "i - practice hasn't started..."

you're about to leave it at that but something made you wink at him, teasing, "oh, and by the way, did i mention that i like cookies? especially homemade chocolate chip ones"

then he's blurting out, "ilikeyoualot"

you: "what did you say?"

Atsumu

when Atsumu has a crush on you, the WHOLE world AND their mothers will know

well,,, the whole world,,,except you apparently

he can literally ask, "go out with me?" while leaning into you and tucking stray pieces of your hair behind your ear

and you'd just be scoffing, "ha. that's funny, atsumu."

does the thing where he ignores all his fangirls - he ONLY has eyes for you

he's literally ALWAYS staring openly at you

on one of the days, he notices you scrambling around for your history book

he immediately puts his textbook on your table

Atsumu gets scolded by your teacher for you

he definitely nudges you in the middle of class and make you play tic tac toe with him

or draws the worst renditions of your teachers and makes you snicker in class

you're so used to his presence and the smell of his laundry when he leans in too close that on days he's absent from volleyball competitions, you feel...weirdly sad.

and then he's suddenly back and begging you to tutor him

Atsumu gets to be tutored by the smartest girl in class while he takes this opportunity to stare at you - it's a win for him

when he sees the way you furrow your brows and stick your tongue out in concentration, reality is suddenly hitting him HARD

he really has to ask you out properly some time very soon.

can't risk losing you to some other mf lol

Iwaizumi

your shy little desk neighbour

has the cutest blush on his cheeks when you steal his stationery

the 3rd years know about his little crush on you

"SO WHEN IS OUR IWA-CHAN GOING TO ASK HIS DESKIE OUT --" Oikawa hollers while he gives you a wink

let's just say Oikawa got put in an immediate headlock

you're sick and absent from school one day

Iwaizumi needs to bring your homework to your house

he swears he's going to throw up from all the nerves

just imagining you in your cute teddy pjs makes his heart stutter

he literally bounces around the front of your house and takes dramatic deep breaths before he rings the doorbell

when you answer the door, Iwa is blinking helplessly at your oversized shirt and shorts

you need to clear your throat multiple times before he snaps out and stutters, "I-I'm here to pass you your work"

you give him the most breathtaking smile and ask him about his day at school

he elaborates about how boring school was and eventually holds up some vitamin gummies, saying, "these aren't much...i just saw these on the way here and -"

and your mom is interrupting Iwaizumi as her gaze jumps from you to him, "Y/N! How dare you hide your boyfriend from your family! C'mon in!"

as she beckons him over, you and Iwaizumi are left blinking at each other

🌷 reblogs are very appreciated!!

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thepromptswhisperer · 9 months

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Train Prompts

1. A has taken this train so many times by now that the scenic route has lost (some of) its grandeur. Watching B admire it, however,… (A could do that until the day they die and never get bored of it.)

2. A rests their head on B’s shoulder/lap as they travel home/etc. (They fall asleep right there.)

3. When the train abruptly comes to a stop/takes a turn, A tumbles into B(‘s lap).

4. A usually walks past the musicians performing at the train station. This time, however, they stop and listen.

5. A dreads reaching their destination (– a feeling that only intensifies when they see B taking the same train.)

6. A holds onto the train handle, and B holds onto them.

7. A suffers from motion sickness, and B tries their best to help them. (e.g. by proposing to switch seats with them)

8. A fire/fallen tree/etc. prevents the train from going any further, which leads to A and B getting stranded in the middle of nowhere/etc.

9. A and B reunite/say goodbye to one another at the train station.

10. A intensely studies the train map as they attempt to figure out where to go and how to get there. B, who stands next to them, helps them/is equally lost.

11. A unexpectedly runs into their ex (friend)/etc. on the train – with no possibility to hide from them (or the (unpleasant) conversation that they know will follow).

12. A, a (street) musician, performs at the train station/in a train. The performance goes viral.

13. A realizes too late that they are on the wrong train.

14. A draws something on the window. (e.g. tic-tac-toe, a heart)

15. A has desperately tried to keep some distance between themselves and B. Yet they can’t deny that the feeling of their arms/legs pressed against theirs – as they sit/stand next to each other (in a crowded train) – makes their heart flutter.

16. A and B sit at the train station and make up stories for the people that walk past them.

17. A and B are alone on the train. A enjoys it, but B is panicking. Isn’t this how horror movies usually start?

18. A and B share a kiss on the train steps/as they lean over the row of chairs separating them.

19. A and B, two strangers who oftentimes take the same train (e.g. to work), have established eye contact a few days back. That day, A is determined to strike up a conversation with them.

20. The incoming train messes up A’s hair. B assures them that they look great.

21. A lends one of their earbuds to B so that they can listen to music/etc. together while traveling home/etc.

22. A is waiting for their train when the platform fills with people coming from/going to a concert/sports event. (They sing/chant and dance, entertaining/annoying everyone else.)

23. A adores the art decorating the walls of a train station they frequent, and are delighted when they meet the artist.

24. A misses their train (e.g. because they were too caught up in B).

25. A surprises their partner/crush/friend/etc. B, a ticket inspector/train driver/etc., at work.

26. A cannot stand when people listen to loud music on the train (or when it’s so loud one can hear it despite them wearing headphones/etc.). Yet, their anger lessens when they hear what stranger B listens to.

27. A and B (, as well as everyone else on the train,) overhear a stranger’s/a group of strangers’ entertaining/etc. (phone) conversation.

28. Someone steals A’s bag/etc. while they look out of the window/stand at the train station/etc. B attempts to help them and catch the thief.

29. A and B talk to/shout at one another across different platforms as they each wait for their respective train to arrive.

30. A didn’t anticipate the next stop coming up so soon. Therefore, they barely make it out of the train in time/sit on the train’s toilet when it does – the window offering a nice view of the train station/etc.

31. A and B’s fingers (nearly) touch as they hold on to the train handle.

32. A handful of times now, A has seen B behave poorly. When their “train enemy” acts up once more, they speak up.

33. A panics when a ticket inspector boards the train. Stranger B unexpectedly helps them.

34. A draws sketches of strangers that sit on the train with them. Usually, they keep their art to themselves, but something about B makes them want to gift them the sketch.

35. A sits behind B and is able to read the text messages they send to a shared friend/etc. They know they shouldn’t look, but they can’t help themselves (– especially not when they see their name being mentioned).

#writing prompts #writing inspiration #train prompts #bus prompts #location prompts #fluff prompts #first meeting prompts #meet cute prompts #writing ideas #prompt list #person a and person b

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 1 year

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You get what you give

Note: We're leaving dmc3 era folks. I should probably state this at the beginning but the reader is a bit ooc. You have creative background, you're welcome. Dante and reader learn more about each other as they try to work as a team.

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“So…these are your accounts.” You spoke more to yourself than Dante as you turned page after page filled with various scribblings, none of which even closely resembled accounts. You spotted one with tic-tac-toe, on the other Dante just tried how many circles he can fit on one page, and on another two were very fifth-grader drawings of male and female anatomy.

“Yeah.” you heard from the opposite side of the office.

Jesus.

“There seems to be a gap here.”

“Is there?”

“Yeah. There’s a gap where should be accounts. I can see a big account-free gap between page one and page two hundred and ten.”

Dante fished a magazine out of the cushions of the worn couch and headed toward the toilet. To your horror, you heard the sound of the zipper opening, and when you lifted your head, your sight was greeted with a piece of pale buttcheek hanging out of oversized cargo pants. When you heard the sound of water running, you burrowed your face in your hands.

“Could you close the door next time?!”

“Don’t have ‘em.”

“What??”

“Don’t have the door,” Dante answered calmly, holding a magazine in one hand as he went about his business.

You decided to change the topic and occupy your mind so you won’t freak out about Dante's complete lack of decorum.

“This place is a mess! Not just its finances the building looks like it's about to crumble, I can’t barely walk for all the debris and pizza boxes littering the floor, and electricity falls out every two hours!”

You throw Dante an exasperated glare as he stepped from the bathroom, this time with his pants up.

“It’s not my fault that a bunch of…gangsters decided to wreck my shop, and if you didn’t notice the electricity gets jammed all around the city, thanks to the massive tower that spurted from the ground a week ago.”

“Please tell me you have insurance on this place.”

“I just moved here.”

“Argh! Where’s a phone?”

Dante walked over to a pile of debris, put his hand in there, and pulled out the dusty red rotary phone. To his credit, he wiped off some of the dust before handing it to you.

“All right, so thankfully, I have written some important numbers in my diary, including the insurance company. They should at least give us some advice on how to handle this.

“And the desk?”

Dante nodded his head to one piece of what used to be a wooden office desk cleaved right in the middle. Right.

You sighed. Sitting on the floor did not seem like the best idea, lest you wanted to throw away your pants as soon as you came home. So you just stood there, balancing the rotary on your hand while holding the earpiece with your shoulder to your ear. You handed Dante your diary opened at the contact list, so he is of some use. As you started putting in the numbers, the phone started ringing.

“Yes? Hello? Mr. Sparda’s office.” you used honorifics despite Dante telling you otherwise. Old habits die hard.

“Help! They swarming the entire area! The dem-” You didn’t get the chance of listening to the rest of the story as Dante ripped the headphone out of your hand.

He listened to them for a minute before giving you back the phone with the person still talking on the other line.

“Ah! Yes…Mr. Sparda will arrive soon. Goodbye.” You finished talking to them while you watched Dante stomping around the office, gathering his gear.

“Take care of the place will ya? And if you hear weird sounds from outside, don’t worry it’s normal here.”

As he headed towards the door, you called after him. “Hey! You still have to give me-” The click of the door closing was your only answer. “The employment contract, and CIN, and testimony about the accident in the shop…” you finished the sentence to yourself.

You stood there in the middle of decimated building, surrounded by garbage and unpaid bills, and reminders from the tax office. Wordlessly, you walked to your bag, pulled out two pills of aspirin, and swallowed them in one go. This’ll be a long day.

By the time Dante returned, you managed to get the office area into a somewhat manageable space. The trash you collected was enough to fill three large bags and you had a feeling that if you properly decluttered the entire building, you would fill thrice as much. With the desk missing, you created a small working area in a place where the desk should be and answered endless calls that gave you an idea of what sort of business is Dante running, or not.

You moved to Redgrave recently for your now ex-job. You had marveled at how cheap the housing expenses were here, despite Redgrave being one of the larger cities. Soon you found out why. Living here is…dangerous. Frequent disappearances, lots of crime, and natural disasters. Well, natural, recently Redgrave city experienced an earthquake, which caused some ancient monuments to rise from underground. The newspaper explained this phenomenon as an earthquake revealing old ruins hidden under the city. You didn’t question it. Neither did you question Morrison when he told you Dante Sparda does mostly pest removal. You assumed that the guy is an exterminator, and he is…in a way. The issue is in what exactly he is exterminating.

As you answered calls and booked him appointments, you learned that there is a side to the world that was unknown to you. There’s a group of what appeared to be grim reapers with massive scissors at 99 Greenview Lane. Then some gentleman was hiding in his car from two multi-limbed living statues between Rock St. and Lancaster Aven. And the last call you picked up was just screaming and inhuman hissing… Needless to say, you were more than a little worried, and you had to make an order in all of it. So when the door swung open you jumped up in shock and almost peed yourself at the sight of blood-covered Dante, hunching over like a predator ready to pounce and with his bangs covering his face in a way it made his eyes almost glow from underneath them. As he began walking, no, stalking in your direction you felt the same chill as the night you met.

“G-good evening mister-”

He shot you a look.

“Dante.”

You slowly rose from your seating position as if any quick movements would make him act up.

“The accounts are done. It took me twice as long because I’ve been answering calls between the accounts. You’re booked for two weeks.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

“Somethings different.”

“Huh?” you looked around in confusion. “Oh, I guess I cleaned the place a little.”

“You cleaned??” Dante’s eyes peered at you from the white curtain.

“Well, I have to make a working space. You gestured awkwardly to the calendar, notebook, lamp, phone, and few writing supplies in an empty can you found, all neatly lined up in rectangular shapes.

Dante put his sword against the wall and walked to you while fishing for something in his pocket. He pulled out a thick wad of banknotes, quickly thumbed through them, and gave you some.

“Thanks for today. You did a lot of work today. See you tomorrow.”

When you said your goodbyes, you were already pushed out of the shop. Only when the door closed behind you, you inspected your paycheck and almost choked. Now you are sure Dante has no idea how money works, considering the children’s coloring book he made out of his accounts and that he gave you during your first day what you normally earned in a month.

The next day you came a little late. It doesn’t matter, because, from the silence that greeted you, no one else was up and about in this establishment. You looked around the ground floor with Dante nowhere to be found, so you headed upstairs. You were a little uncomfortable entering his private space, but he had several appointments in the morning and you need to keep this business going if you wanted your next paycheck.

You opened several rooms, finding a small kitchen, storage, a room filled with…things, and a bathroom. As you were going through rooms, you realized something. The place was jarringly, surprisingly, miserably bare. Not personal in the slightest. The only sign that someone live there was empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and dirty laundry. No photos, or posters on the wall. Dante said he moved to this place month ago. Surely he has to have boxes of stuff. Clothes, dishes, something…

You opened the last door and there he was, sprawled on the bed in deep slumber. A blanket wrapped around his hips and muscular torso was full on display.

“Dante! It’s time to wake up.” You put your hands on the edge of the bed. No reaction.

With a huff, you walked over to the curtain and pulled them open, then headed to the foot of the bed and gripped the blanket.

“I said, wake up Dante!” you raised your voice and pulled away the blanket. Only to screech in horror. Is this guy allergic to clothes?!

At your harpy screech, Dante finally woke up.

“Huh? What’s the time?”

“It’s almost eight!”

“In the evening?”

“No moron! it’s morning.” You gestured towards the window. Dante blinked once, twice, then flopped on the bed. “Too early.”

You felt your eyebrow twitch. You just called your boss a moron and you were in danger of kicking him in the butt he flashed your way. Without another word, you walked out of the room. Dante secretly grinned in victory and felt himself dozing back to sleep…only to have water poured on him a few minutes later.

“Hey-What the-”

“Good morning mister Sparda!” you singsonged, face dangerously close to his, smiling aggressively. “I hope you slept well, and now it’s time to wake up.” You gave two claps right in his face and Dante jerked away in shock. As you walked out of Dante’s bedroom, you could hear his silent grumbling, but also rustling of the sheets as he got up. Good.

When Dante walked down to the office dressed (?) and somewhat clean you handed him a piece of paper.

“What’s that?”

“Your appointments. I wrote the time and the address and number of…pests. However, I can’t tell you which kind it was. The customers were often…disoriented. You’re already running late for the first one, by the way.” You stated as you peered at the digital clock at your…table?

You noticed that only now. The improvised sitting area is made out of concrete blocks, planks of wood, and a car seat he found god knows where. It was a poor excuse for office space, but it’s more than what you left yesterday. You turned back to Dante who was still studying your writings and started to gently push him towards the door.

“I’m sure they’ll forgive a little tardiness. After all, they need you.”

“Right, I swing by once I buy some breakfast and…”

“No breakfast. You’re late, remember?”

“But I’m hungry!”

“You should’ve thought about that before sleeping in.” you sing-songed once more and pushed him out of the door.

“Happy hunting!” you called after him before closing the door in his face.

With the accounts taken care of, you mostly picked up phones and cleaned the office…again. That seemed to be like a neverending task. With Dante having no cleaning supplies, not even a bucket or a broom, you have to bring these things from home. You filled another pack of trash bags and the place didn’t look so sad anymore.

As you were sweeping around the couch, something crinkled under your shoe. You looked down and noticed you stepped onto a picture frame. As you bend down to pick it up, you noticed the glass front broke and several pieces fell on the floor. Once you carefully removed all glass and threw away the broken frame, you had a chance to inspect the photo. A woman, probably in her thirties, with long, platinum blonde hair and a smile that seemed to hold many secrets. She was wearing a red shawl and when you inspected her face closely, a yellow paling paper gave away two pale blue eyes.

This must be Dante's mother, you were sure of it. What happened to her? Surely, she would call into the office and check up on him by now. Are they not in contact? Why would he have her photo on his desk though? And what about the rest of his family? Does Dante have any family? The more pieces of a puzzle you had about the life of Dante Sparda, the more questions you had. You could have just put the photo away and mind your own business. However, you couldn’t look away from the shining red dot on the otherwise grey canvas that was your life. It was the reason why you’re still working here, after all. That and fat bills still resting in your wallet.

You were ripped out of your musings by the loud growling of your stomach. It’s been two hours after your lunchtime. When you prepared for leaving, you realized that you don't have the keys to the shop or any way to contact Dante. You have to get him a pager or something. Hopefully a sign on the front door with the message ‘Be right back’ will suffice.

When you came back, you found Dante laying on the couch with a magazine covering his face. Silently to not wake him up, you tiptoed to your improvised desk. Your efforts to be quiet showed pointless when Dante greeted you from under the magazine.

“The insurance lady called.”

You jumped a little in surprise, “Really? What did she say?”

“The government is sending funds to small businesses to help them after the earthquake.”

“That’s great!” you beamed. Finally, something is working out.

“Dante?”

“Hm?”

“You are enlisted in the tradesman…right?”

Your only answer was a low grumble.

“Dante?!” You felt your blood pressure rising.

“Listen,” Dante grabbed the magazine and threw it on the couch as he got up, “it’s your job to take care of these things! You’re the accountant!”

“I’m secretary!” you interrupted him, “my job is to pick up phones not be your maid. I’m doing everything in here, and I don’t even have a contract. Working in a place that’s on the verge of bankruptcy for a man who doesn’t even know what CIN is??”

“And you think I spend all these hours outside of the office scavenge hunting?! And for your information, I know very well who the CIA is, worked rather closely with them in the past.”

“What?!?”

“Is this a bad time?”

You both whipped your heads towards the entrance and notice Lady standing there.

“Great. You were the only thing missing here.” Dante snarled sarcastically.

“Don’t drag me into your shit.” she hissed angrily.

You still weren’t done with Dante. “I worked here tirelessly for three days now. Doing everything from chores to administrative work, to finance. Despite the working conditions” you threw your arm around the office to emphasize your point, “I was rather amicable-”

“You were a pain in the ass,” he snapped at you. “I was doing fine before you came. I don’t need you. I don’t need anybody.” He whispered the last bit, but you heard all the same.

You were completely speechless, only letting out a single gasp. Your patience finally snapped. Without another word, you grabbed your things and walked out of the office, but then you remembered something and put your head inside the office once more.

“I bought you lunch, by the way.” Then you left for good.

Dante and Lady simultaneously turned to the steaming, plastic container on the table.

Your nails nervously danced on the plastic table in what was probably the only standing McDonald’s in the city. You were supposed to wait for the head of the staff and discuss the contract details. As you watched a middle-aged man with a beer belly stuff his face with Bic Mac while his two gremlins (ahem children) smeared ketchup on the surrounding tables as one of the staff, a high school girl with blue hair in braids ran after them with a wet cloth and distressed look on her face.

You can’t wait for the shift to start.

You were so preoccupied with watching the scene in front of you that you haven’t noticed someone quietly slipping into the opposite seat.

“You need to go back.”

“Gah!” you jumped at the familiar voice in front of you.

“Seriously?! Do you and Dante enjoy freaking me out?” You saw Lady’s deadpan expression and realized how loud you were. Without commenting on it, she continued.

“You need to return to the Devil May Cry. Dante needs you.”

“Devil-what??”

“Devil May Cry. That’s how Dante wants to name the shop after he scrapes enough money to repair it, that is.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

Lady narrowed her eyes at you, then sighed.

“Listen, I understand that you’re angry and that the job is…difficult at times. But there’s plenty of cash in demon hunting. Especially now with the Temen-”

“Hold on, did you say demon hunting??”

“Well yeah. What else did you think Dante was doing?”

“Pest…control?”

Lady cackled. “That he does. Just different types of ‘pests’.”

You let that information sink in.

“So…you and Dante…hunt demons.”

Lady nodded, “And the bastard is pretty good at it, too. The best there is.” She admitted begrudgingly. “But the things like taxes and running a business? He’s hopeless. I don’t think he had anyone to show him the ropes.”

“In enterprise?”

“In…life.”

You remembered the bareness of Dante’s apartment, the single photo of a woman with the same eyes as Dante’s, the haunted look in Dante’s eyes the night you first met him, and the rumors.

“Lady…what kind of guy is Dante.”

She seemed to be taken aback by that question, but then she looked at the table with a frown. The events from a month ago came back to the forefront of her mind. The tower. The blood. The ritual. The man in red. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

“He’s…a guy who saved my life, for the start.” It wasn’t in her nature to depend on anyone and she hated owning someone, but Lady was not petty enough to deny this fact. She told you about the events of the Temen-Mi-Gru incident. At least the ones she was sure of, and left out gory details, leaving only relevant and important.

Just when she was describing them crawling out of a decaying tower, another voice chimed in.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m interviewing this person.” It was a storm managed, and she was giving Lady disapproving glare. Bold from someone who let you sit there for half an hour.

Lady clicked her tongue and answered, “Right, it’ll be just a minute.”

The manager put their hands on their hips, “But I have time now.”

Without looking at them, Lady pulled out a gun, and with its barrel pointing right in their face she growled, “And you’ll have it five minutes later.”

You’ve never seen a person disappearing that quickly before.

Lady spoke again.

“The thing is, he may appear like a cocky jerk at first, but once you get to know him as I did, well, he’s still a cocky jerk.” Lady chuckled. “Who puts his skin at the front line for people he barely knows and heads straight into places other people are running from, guns blazing.” She paused for a moment, twiddling with her gun. “So please, help him.”

You remembered how tired Dante looked every time he stepped into the shop, exhausted, bitter, and covered in grime. The surprise and gratefulness he displayed by simply you cleaning his office.

You let out a sigh. I’m too soft.

There was a bit of awkward air in the Devil May Cry office that day. Perhaps it was because there was an ex-employer who declared their departure with a slamming of a door and an ex-boss who kept looking at the floor with hands deeply wedged into his pockets, with an impatient angry woman with a rocket launcher on her back tapping her foot standing in between.

Lady jabbed Dante in the shoulder, trying to snap him out of it.

“C’mon!” she hissed through her gritted teeth. “Say it already!!”

With eyes still trained on the floor, Dante shuffled closer to you. He had the decency to lift his head for a split second to grumble with a visible pout.

“Do you wanna work at my shop.”

You bite your lip.

“Alright.”

His head whipped towards Lady, “See! I said it.”

“Don’t push it.” she pointed her finger at him threateningly. Then, she turned to you with something you dared to call a sweet smile and said, “I hope you’ll make the best of it!”

She strutted off after that, leaving you both in silence once more.

You took a good look at Dante. He looked more…ruffled than usual, and you could’ve guessed why, based on his reluctance and Lady’s pestering.

“Thanks for the lunch.” Dante ripped you away from your train of thought, making you jump a little. That made him frown.

“And you don’t have to be so skittish around me either. I…” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I know I can be a little…too much to handle, but I don’t want you to be scared to tell me off if you feel like it. She does it all the time.” He motioned towards the now-closed door with a snark.

You looked into his eyes. He was truly looking at you for once and you couldn’t help but get a little lost in those baby blues.

“I don’t like that you’re afraid of me,” Dante said softly.

Your first instinct was to deny what he said, but you paused and went about your feelings regarding Dante Sparda.

“I’m not afraid. I’m…confused.” You shrugged.

“Confused?” Dante raised his eyebrows.

“You’re…strange.” You motioned with your hands awkwardly, looking for proper words.

Dante seemed to think about that comment and you were worried that you may offend him.

“Whaddya wanna know?”

“So, her name is Eva.” You spoke mostly to yourself, as you held the picture of who was - surprise, surprise - Dante’s mother.

“Was Eva.”

You lifted your head from the photo to him. Dante was sitting at the new desk, cleaning his guns. After that simple question, you and Dante talked away as he helped you get the office together. You talked about your lives and your families, you told him about how you attended art school, but then had to drop out due to not being able to pay the tuition and started working as an account, which you hated, as you described to him in vivid detail. Dante, told you bits and pieces from his past, albeit you could see that he was still uncomfortable with disclosing some details. By the time you were done, you sat Dante down and with his help made a few phone calls. You managed to wrangle some money out of the insurance company, and order repair work on the front facade, and Dante even agreed on buying new furniture and office gear together. By the time you were done with him, the poor boy was so wrangled out and out of his depth that you took pity on him and ordered a pizza. While you waited for the pizza to arrive, you gently probed him about the smiling woman in the picture.

“Has she…?” you left the sentence open.

Dante shifted in his chair, not once lifting his gaze from the firearm.

“It happened when I was a little kid. There was a fire..”

“I’m sorry.” And you were. You can’t imagine what would you do if you lost your dad. Sure, you didn’t have mom but as far as you can remember, she was never in the picture. Can’t miss something you never had. But Dad…he was your whole world, and every day you hoped he still has enough time. That once rehabilitation was over, he’ll be back on his feet again.

“It’s ok,” Dante said quietly. It seems he wasn’t comfortable talking about her.

Once more, silence settle over the office, and you desperately looked for things to say. You got up from the couch and walked over to him. Dante peered at you from behind his bangs.

“I doubt you can see anything with your hair like that.” You put the photo on his desk again and pulled out a hair band. Dante twitched a little when he felt your fingers carefully card through his hair. When you were done, a little tuft of white hair stuck out right above his forehead. He looked a little ridiculous.

“There, now you can see what you’re doing.” you smiled.

He looked up at you from his chair, a little taken aback and unsure what to say, he looked so sweet and boyish it made your heart twitch. You felt yourself being pulled into those blue shades once more. You noticed those whispy white lashes framing them and the petulant scrunch of his brow.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You have breathed out, feeling a little flustered by saying the compliment.

Year heard Dante swallow. Is his face getting closer, and yours warmer??

You were interrupted by knocking on the door.

“That’d be the pizza.” Dante finally spoke. “I…uh…I get it.”

You watched dumbly as he grabbed bills wedged in the demon's skull that served as a morbid decoration of sorts and headed to the door.

You completely forget to ask him about the whole demon-hunting thingy.

#dante x reader #devil may cry dante #dante devil may cry #devil may cry #dante sparda #dmc dante #dmc3 dante #dmc3 dante x reader

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adarafaelbarba · 4 months

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Finding out their having a baby

Warning: Morning sickness. Talks of being sick. Baby talk.

Joe was worried the second he laid eyes on you clutching your stomach with one hand and clamping the other over your mouth.

"I think I'm going to be sick", you'd uttered, turning around and running to the bathroom.

It was one of the nightshifts you had that stretched into the morning shift, to cover for someone else.

"y/n? Are you okay?" he asked, rushing after you.

He found you over the toilet bowl, throwing up. Quickly he knelt behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. "Something you ate?"

You didn't respond until you sat back, wiping your tears away. "We should talk Jose." Getting off the floor you flushed and went to wash your hands and face. You kept a pack of tic tacs in your pocket for reasons like this, so popped a few into your mouth.

"You're scaring me. What's going on?"

"You know that night we spent in Virginia? When we were on a case?"

"Yeah--oh God! Are you pregnant?!"

You nodded slowly, it hadn't been many days since you found out yourself. And although you were terrified of doing this, especially if you had to do it alone, you knew you didn't want to terminate it.

"I'm going to be a dad?"

"Only if you want to."

He rushed forward to hug you. "Of course I want to! I want to do right by this baby and by you." He sounded so sincere and you couldn't help but smile.

"I want that too. But don't feel like you've got to be with me just because you knocked me up." A teary laugh escaped you, and Joe cupped your cheeks.

"I want to be with you because I'm in love with you, I have been for some time. The baby doesn't change that."

Moving close to kiss you, you shook your head. "I just threw up--I don't think you should kiss me until I've brushed my teeth."

"Why don't you go home, and we can talk about all of this when I get off shift?"

You wanted nothing more but knew you should disclose to Liv as soon as possible before word got out. "I will after we've talked to Liv."

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c4fin4t3d-f1sh · 1 month

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Day in the Life of Me... A Therian who has Given up on Caring. (But isn't a freak about it :])

Before school: I put on my tail on my back belt loop because fuck school bullies.

Period... TEST: We had state testing, womp womp. Had to write an essay about building a town monument. Nothing exciting.

Period 1 ELA: We literally had a test break the entire period. I ate salsa chips and kinda just scrolled on Pinterest.

Period 4 Science: Our school day was out of order because of testing lol. We got our rats which we have to dissect tomorrow. I was the only one super happy (I'm a taxidermy enthusiast) and named my rat Timothy. One kid barked at me, I don't really care.

Lunch: My friends started making fun of me and calling me a furry and screaming skibidi toilet shit at me.... I ate a PB&J, strawberries, lettuce, and a granola bar.

Period 2 ELA: We were reading for debate and just doing research.

Period 3 History: We learned about the temples in San Bartolo and about H. Hurst, who was the lady who started the San Bartolo excavation groups.

Period 6 Math: We played this weird game called Rollo, and also played a jeopardy about completely unrelated stuff. Pretty fun class today ngl.

Period 7 Studio Art: Just worked on my clay tic-tac-toe board. Made some of the custom pieces in the shapes of crescent moons.

Period 8 PE (This is where it gets funny): We didn't have to change today and had free choice (luckily) but two girls started barking at me and took pictures of me while I was turned around, which kinda ticked me off? I don't know, didn't matter for long. We had to at least run a lap, so everyone ran off to the track and some girls we're whispering about me behind my back then started barking and awoo-ing at me, which I quietly refrained myself from asking if they needed a treat. The rest of class was pretty chill except some kids tried throwing balls and frisbees at my head.

Well, that's my daily life as a therian. I don't do anything weird, I don't walk around on all fours, I don't shit in litter boxes (or the school bathrooms tbh). What a shocker.

#alterhuman #therianthropy #therian #nonhuman #rabbitkin #robotkin #foxkin #day in the life of a therian #daily routine #fuck school bullies

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iavenjqasdf · 6 months

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⛓blameless💸

As I notice the cat paw charm along the chain squeezing hard into the tender flesh around my whole neck type area, I start to REALLY regret trying to nab this bitch's wallet. In my defense this bitch had an insanely long chain, and there was really no way I could have reasonably foreseen a scenario where I would get a good five feet away before the slack ran out and it yanked her belt hard in my exact direction. Where was she even keeping all that rope?

No, ropes are soft and fibrous, like my neck, and the metal wrapped tight around it, digging all my little necklaces and trinkets into stencils on my flesh, reminds me of that. If I make it out of this alive, I'm probably never going to forget that difference again.

Oh thank god, a bit of slack. Maybe she's coming to her senses and letting me go.

Wait, how'd her boot get back there?

Her glute flexes hard and she stomps my head against the urinal. You know how they crack celery near a microphone to record bone crunching noises for Foley? An entire dump truck of the stuff just slammed into the side of my skull. It's like when you fall off a building in Mirror's Edge (2008) and hear every bone in your body hitting pavement from 50 stories up, except there's no white loading respawn screen for me, there's just the disgusting dark green light reflected in the tiles in this dirty old bathroom.

I sputter up a mouthful of blood, surprised I still remember how to breathe. I hear little tic-tac noises clattering around everywhere and realize at least some of them are probably my teeth.

Once again, kind of not my fault. At this point I don't think what she's doing could be considered self-defense, so I'm gonna get whatever money I'm owed for this awful injury. I can paper over the little bleeding calcium stumps in my gums with the settlement from when I sue her ass into living in this shitty little bathroom. But first I need to get out of it, myself.

I grasp for something to lean against, and my hand lands in the bottom part of another urinal. It's too dark to know for sure but the water feels clean. Like there's only liquids in there, at least. Small victories. I feel it crack and wonder if maybe something's wrong with my hand now too but then the whole fixture cracks clean off the wall, raining little porcelain chunks and dubiously clean water all over me, all the little white crunchy bits getting mixed together around her boots and the length of chain that now hangs almost all the way to the ground beside it.

I just lost half my teeth in a bathroom fitted with prop breakaway toilets. How's your night going?

She breathes heavy, not moving. That big boot of hers could probably crush my skull and add a third kind of fragment to the mixture coming out of my face holes, but she just keeps standing there, blotting out the light from the frosted glass door. When is someone going to come in and rescue me already? I saw at least one other guy at the bar, and statistically speaking at least one more has to work here.

"I'm telling everyone what you did to me and then they're going to be on my side hahahahahaha" Shut the fuck up, me. Why would you say that? Of course, you couldn't exactly blame me, I'm under a lot of stress of course, and-

She kicks my head and I go skidding across the tile, connecting puddles of blood and piss and urinal juice in watercolor constellations as I slide into the corner. I hear metal clicking but my hair's fallen into my face and I can't see what she's doing. Probably something else illegal and unfair.

"You're not telling anyone shit." I feel something cold around my neck, but I'm still a bit woozy from being kicked in the head, so I don't notice until it's too late for me to successfully fight back (which I definitely could've if I'd just known in time) that she's looped the chain around my neck and clicked the lead into itself so now it's like a noose connecting me to her belt with just enough slack that I stumble to my feet as she leaves, and have to follow her with my neck bowed to give me enough room to breathe as we leave the empty bathroom and the empty bar and approach one of two cars in the parking lot, desert mountains dark all around us, visible only by where the stars stop twinkling.

I spit another tooth onto the pavement. A trunk pops open, a belt is undone. Does this bitch even know who she's dealing with? I shout, sound echoing unheard into the night.

ao3

#📝#guro #ero guro #standalone #wallet chain

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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heyyy hope ur day is going well chanty! i thought i would send in my first request 👀

what about how DR would be with aftercare?

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`pleaseee , he would be extra gentle , especially after a particular rougher session .

After coming down from your high , you open your eyes to be met with a smiley Daniel.

On of his hands is pushing your hair back while the other is caressing your thigh. ''How you feeling baby ? Wasn't too rough on you was I ?''

Daniel is always scared of accidentally taking things too far , but at this point he knows your body so well it's almost impossible for him for him to push you more than comfortable.

Giving him a blessed out smile you shake your head no.

The driver moved his hand from your hair and took a soft hold of your chin '' I need words sweets. Tell me how you're feeling'' he said in a gentle but stern voice.

Sitting up , you look into his honey eyes '' I feel amazing Danny. A bit sore , but amazing''

Your boyfriend smiled at you before getting out of the bed and picking you up bridal style. Sitting you down on the toilet , he starts the shower and begins setting it to a warm setting .

The aussie comes back to you and helps you stand up , guiding both of you into the shower . Leaning you against the shower wall , Daniel asked you '' Which shower gel honey ?"

You pointed towards the tropical one that kind of smelled like Fruit tic-tac . Danny opened the bottle and squirted some product onto a shower loofa before beginning to wash your body.

He made sure to be extra gentle , leaving soft kisses on his way. Daniel massaged and cleaned your entire body , almost worshiping you.

Exiting the shower , he wrapped you up in a fluffy bathrobe while he massaged some lotion into your body and blowdried your hair.

Once that was done , he dressed you up in some cotton panties , finding them more soft and gentle with your pussy after a rough session than lace , and in one of his t-shirts.

Both of you climbed into bed , Danny quickly running to the kitchen to grab you some water and snacks before playing a movie.

Being tired from earlier , you fell straight asleep. When Daniel noticed he shut down the movie and pulled you closer to him , cuddling you in the sweetest way possible.

'' I love you'' he whispered before he himself falling asleep.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo fluff #dr3 #mclaren drivers #mclaren #f1 mclaren #formula 1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 drabble #imagines #blurbs #oneshots #f1 fluff #writing #f1 #sainz leclerc drabble

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musigrusi · 1 year

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Random headcanons and Bullshit I would do if I were friends with 141 etc.

Order T-shirts with the 141 insignia but with the text "1 whore 1"

Would randomly hide in anyone's room for a nap, I sleep better anywhere but in my own bed lol.

I'd steal Graves' comb for that once-a-week brush out and then bring it back with all my hair still in it.

I hc that Soap is afraid of spiders so whenever he would be scared of one I'd collect it and proceed to chase him around with it

Ask Alex to change my car's tires, do the maintanance and such. He strikes me as a car tinkerer

Dance with Rudy to Salsa music, like 24/7 I love that shit.

To rlly trigger my daddy issues, I'd ask Price to slow dance with me to all my childhood songs. Not in a romantic way, just for my own comfort and depression (Bryan Adams' have you ever really loved a woman? / Eagles hotel california/ Beethoven's Moonshine sonata/ Elvis Presley's Falling in love/ Whitney Houston's I will always love you, and so on)

Building shit with König. Every insane Austrian can craft. Make me a bird house.

Go on midnight adventures with Ghost (like, go swimming, on walks, maybe even camping)

I'd also drag Ghost to my horse bc they seem a bit like kindred spirits, they would just stand there next to each other, in each other's company. He's also super shy to ask for pets so I'd like to believe that Ghost would be able to deal with that really nicely.

Farah for the 1st time on skis omg I'd die of cuteness overload. Protect at all cost, also Alex is a Snowboard PRO and would hoover over her.

Also König would be constantly surrounded by animals, the kind that would find a trash panda and keep it lol.

Soap is lactose intollerant and I would be more than happy to be complicit in buying whatever triggers it the worst.

Sending Glitter Fart bombs to Shepard on a weekly basis, hiding em in different places every time.

Soap and my horse would be 200% guaranteed accidents, the dumb kind of accidents. The kind you're afraid to explain to the doctor.

What happened? Well the horse rolled and got stuck and I tried to help and also go stuck. We were stuck together for 3 hours. Played a few games of tic tac toe

I'd go ice skating with Gaz and watch him use one of those children trollies for balance while twirling around him.

Fart spray on Ghost's balaclavas (all of them)

I'd oil up all handles in Alejandro's house. The door knob, the fridge, the toilet seat his car keys, nothing is safe

Ask Laswell if I could do her nails to practice on her.

Soap would end up asking if I could do his toe nails bc he was interested but didn't want to walk around with one inch claws. so he gets one inch toe nails aahahahah

I'd take all of em to my town's fare bc I think they would hella enjoy it (I'd find a children's carousel for Ghost and sit him on a swan with cotton candy in hand and keep him there and happy)

Rammstein living room concerts with König (and maybe Ghost?)

Ghost is the one I'd ask to bring me toilet paper if I ran out.

Après-Ski with alcohol intus would be ironically the SHIT with König. Also Soap and Alex would party along too.

I'd take em all to Mallorca's Ballermann just for shits

König was on skiers by the time he turned 3, also he can climb and boulder like a pro AND is a "Wetterfrosch".

Drunk Price on a mechanical bull would be the most epic, sexy and terrifying experience for any of the 141.

Black pist tour club in Arosa Lenzerheide would be König (Ski), Alex (Snowboard), Ghost (Snowboard, he has one with skull faces on it and all that jazz), Price (also Snowboard according to my bestie, I'd say more ski tho)

Gaz *would* try to follow them down on skis and probably say "jesus take the wheel" the whole time. He'd end up down in the valley either on the skis or on his ass.

Soap would end up as one big snowball down in the valley and be the first to yapp about going down again.

König is pro at ski lifts, while Ghost is the most annoying and PESTERING guy there, would leave one out and the fail to take the next one while bitching his way to the front of the cue.

Price would be constantly pissing, just. whenever you leave him out of sight, he is going to piss.

The reason for their substantially sized collection of wet wipes is that Whenever Alejandro, Rodolfo or Farah cook, Price (who is the biggest fan of their food) will excuse himself politely exacrly 20 minutes after setting down his cuttlery and vanish to the closest rest room.

That particular rest room will be off limits for the comming days after he finished his business. (legend has it, that Ghost once walked in accidentally and came back out a changed man for the worse).

Didnt think this would end up being half a ski resort fanfic but here we are.

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jeanbury74 · 8 months

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A CC filled lot this time. English-ish House is up on the gallery. 3 bed, 2.5 bath, with a pantry and laundry room. ID jeanbury. All the CC used is written below. Beware, it's a long 'un!

876 simmer-Oslo wardrobe, lowboy dresser, nightstand and standing mirror.

9 sims-DIY stars wall hanging.

Adrestea Moon-Storybook Lover and PJR Paintings.

Ars Botanica-Peonies Pitcher and Peony Jule Cup.

Ameyasims-You're So Vain: Vanity Brush and Hand Held Mirror.

ATS4-Breakfast: Milk Pack, Coffee Jars, Coffe Jar, Milk Bottle, Instant Drink, Tea Tin, Tea Box, Cocoa Powder Box. Fruit Juice Packs, Fruit Juice Glass Bottle, Coffee Bag. Baking: Wooden Spoon,Mechanical Scale, Timer, Canister, Baking Decoration Jar, Dried Fruits, Mixing Bowl, Baking Aids, Flour, Nutella, Baking Aids Stock, Dried Fruits Stock, Electronic Scale, Measuring Cup, Sugar, Jar, Measuring Cups, Rubber Spatula, Pastry Wheel, Candied Fruits. SnowyDay: Gloves, Wall Scarf #2, Wall Beanie #1, Fur Boots, Boots Snowcalf, Wall Coat #1 and #2 Bag Clutter: Tic Tacs.

Awingedllama-Apartment Therapy Potted Vine Round Mirror, Hanging Ivy.

Charley Pancakes-Insomnia: Organic Cotton Bedding. Miscellanea: Book Collection, Standing Books, Book Series.

Desimmy-Tiny Nifty Pictures.

Dew At Home-Hallway Hanging Scarf.

Duckey-Springtime Melody ,mug, Forever Spring Canvas Art, Lil Lilies, Friends and More Friends(these are table mounted frames that are called friends. That's all the information that was given)

Faaeish-BB Wall Decor Pegs and Toy Camera.

Felixandre-Chateau: Alarm Clock, Bedding, End Table, End Table 2, Drawer, Table Lamp, Rug Square, Telephone, Dresser. Grove: Salad Bowl, Lady Sam's Peony Vase, Bedframe V1. Grove-Timbershelf Inside Corner, Flagstone Floor, Cups, Stacked Plates, Stacked Plates 2, Stacked Plates Small, Wall Basket Small, Casserole, Bowls.

Felix and Harrie-Livin Rum: Box Files, Rug, Book Row, Book Series. Orjanic: Table Lamp, Bench, Cushion 2, Book End. Baysic: Toothpaste Container. Florence Fresco Mural. Tiny Twavellers:Hedge Wall.

GhostlyCC-Pre Raphaelite Paintings.

Harrie-Coastal Kitchen: Cereal Boxes, Cabinet Stack, Accent Counter 1 Marble Type, Coastal: Farmhouse Kitchen Sink with Tea Towel, Tins, Sofa, Tv Unit, Display Cupboard, Small Plates, Bowl, Bowl Stack, Cans, , Large Plates. Heritage: Traditional Towel Ring, Bowl Traditional Toilet, Traditional Runner, Landscape Artwork, Traditional Console Table, Floor Lamp, Traditional Round End Table, Traditional Elegant Mirror Small, Traditional Desk, Traditional Bust. Country: CoffeeTable.

Haruinosato-2x1 Curtain 01 Short.

Javabeandreams-Whimsical Animal Portraits.

Kardofe-Vienna Dining Room Curtains, Bella Babies Bedroom Small Pics.

Kliekie-Yove Plants 06, Awipow Plants 11, DecorationsPlants 10 Dragon's Herb. Whisper Laurel Plants 05

Kriss-Scania Build Set:Windows Classic Colonial 2 Tile, Classic Estate 2 Tile,Jugend Cottage 2 Tile.

Leafmotif-Botanical Bathtub, Twee Tableware: 6 Egg bowl, 9 Pot with Lid, Twin Mug Stacks, Whimsy Cake Plate, Short Pitcher. Basil's Favourite Chair 3 Maud Lewis Paintings

Linacherie-Ts2 Olde Tyme Skillets, Billyjean Curio Kitchen: Trays, Clip, Jar. Simlish Art 11, RPC Prints, Sizzling Cuisine Mitts, Delicious Bakery: Cookbooks, Flour Bag.

Madame Ria-Back To Basics: Spice Bottle,Dish Rack, Cereal Box, Pot Holder Wall, Modular Shelves, Coffee Tin, Pot Holder, Stock Pot, Dressing Container, Spice Rack, Counter Grey Scale, Open Book.

Marefc-Half Tiled Walls 2.

MC- Modern Crafter The Short Contemporary Radishly Plant

Menaceman 44-Granny's Brolly Vase.

Midsummersim-Simterest Poster.

Moonlightsim-Photo Frame Memories.

Nocturne-Rustic Cottage: Pokers, Master Curtain, Pedestal Old Miller Tea Set, Deco Retro Vacuum, Not So Shabby Rug, End Table. Grandma Cupboard.

Nynaeve Design-Lyne Half Curtains Blinds V1. Lyne Three Quarters Blinds V2, 1069, 1069 Lyne Radiator 1 Tile.

Okruee- ACNH Bathroom Towel Rack. (Animal Crossing)-

Omorfi Mera- Glass Jars.

PlasticBox- Modular Plant Hanging Pot.

Peacemaker-Hinterlands:Living Throw Pillow, Farmhouse Dining Table, Single Bedframe, Cottage Dining Chair, Bedside Table, Luxurious Single Bedding V1, Arched Mirror, Wardrobe, Bedframe with Footend, Nightstand. Hinterlands Living: Stately Fireplace, Coffee Tray Table, Mantle Mirror, Fringed Pouffe. Hinterlands Dining: Framed Dining Chair, Hanging Clock, Short Petal Pendant Porcelain Lamp.

Piersim- The Office Mini Pack: Higher Plant, Landline, Stackable Book, Printer.

Pocci-S Cargeaux Cabinet RecoloursCyclamen Outdoor, Iris Outdoor, Lilac In A Glass Bottle, Woodcabinet Open (Book cabinet Mini Set), Vintage Tea Set: Teacup With Tea, Milk Pitcher, Cupcake Plate. Magnolia Ceramic Vase, Basket Decor With Slots, Anthropologie Ottoman, Laundry Day Basket on Stool, Steaming Coffee Cup, Marguerite Teacup Empty, Iris In Glass Jar. Single Rose Glass Bottle. Potted Lily Of The Valley.

PTS-Cottage Garden Tea Tin Herbs, Granny's Basket Deco, Deco Mason Jar Short.

Quaylinsims- Paintings Zodiac.

Rhiannon AR-Medium Rug Floral Modern, Long Rug WithModern Floral Patterns

Ricca Bee-Mom's Lamp.

RSVN-Clothes Minded: Fedora, Floppy Hat, Baseball Hat, Sweater. Peg To Differ: Dish Towel, Knife Set, Mug, Utensils. Simmerdown: Cookie Jar, Mason Jar, Mug, Hanging Pots And Pans, Paper Towel, Ceramic Jar, Macaroon Jar. Smeglish Kettle Large.Procraftination:Hoop Large,

RoyIMVU-Seagrass Baskets.

Silverhammer-Executron Executive Desk Throne.

SimMan123-Sheer Right Curtain Short.

Sixam-Spring Six Kitchen: Buttery Toast, T Meg Mid Century Toaster With Toast, TMeg The Terrance, Deco Stove Hood, Olly's Oil Bottles, Kitchen Appliances Stove, Don't Be A Square Plate.

SJB (Yika)-Charlie Set Two CurtainsV1.

Soloriya-Zoe Blinds Part 2.

SYB-Colette: Towel, Toilet Paper Rolls, Soap Dispenser,Wallshelf, Bath, Blanket, Sink, Floor Vertical Mirror, Book, Cupboard, Rug, Bath Tray, Toilet.Millenial: Fridge, Fruit Basket,Utensils Rack, Utensils Pot, Totebag, Spices, Dish Soap. Microwave, Olive Oil, Breadbox, Island, Trashbin, Shower Curtains Short. Highschool Corridor: Hanged Backpack, Sandrine Slippers.

Tianella SE- Honey Herbs Paintings.

Veranka-Yesteryear Loveseat.

Wistful Castle-Wistful Room Pictures, Wistful Lamp #1.

Wondymoon-Cycnus Curtains.

Zeenasims- English Cottage: Paintings, Wainscotting Wallpaper.

ZX-Tagada-Lighting Table Candlestick.

#mybuilds #sims 4 lots cc #ts4 cc lots

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tornline · 11 months

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230 in the morning tying knots in piss stain pantyhose trying to decide if the plant hook will hold my heavenly body. Tic tac toe 5 notches on my wrist. I guess it's time to go to work. The noose will wait for me at brunch time, all my friends, mimosas and cucumber sandwiches, a grand display of arrogance. 5 middle fingers and a peace sign. Collected in a purple crown royal bag I found in daddy's office, next to a faded post card from his old mistress. You see they only praise 90 pounds of sex that can pass for age 13, then expect me to shave my pussy to remind you of your girlfriend in the 6th grade. And I'm supposed to adore you, that holds the pistol between my legs that I may birth a boy who will be the image of patriarchy. See I flushed your reflection down the toilet along with my dinner and 4th glass of piss water from the hole in the wall where you and your boys obsess over waitresses counting dimes to take the train down town to suck dick for a buck fifty.

#Spotify #poetry #drunken

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gthreetimes · 11 months

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Hell nah why dey got toilets gettin married on tic tac

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that-fema-corps-blog · 11 months

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Day 14

August 16, 2022

Woke up at 7:00, made breakfast but barely ate any, then met at the main building at 8:00 for COVID testing. The first day on campus was the only day we had to test ourselves. Since then, some members of the staff have administered the tests; it’s a little awkward having to sit still while someone shoves a cotton swab up your nose, but it’s not too bad.

We met in the other side of the main building at 8:30 and set up the chairs. The member development associate gave a presentation on independent learning projects, specialty roles, and the like. We first did a tic-tac-toe activity where we put our home state, age, favorite hobby, and some goals on a 3×3 grid and tried matching them with those of other corps members. Then we created some goals in the SMART format: specific, measurable, attainable, relevant, and time-bound. We signed up for Accenture and did a pre-test on career preparation and were instructed to do the first lesson on career planning later this week.

We then learned about all the specialty roles: community relations representative, health and wellness councilor, life after AmeriCorps representative, service-learning initiator, and the vehicle safety tools. The community relations representative documents what the team does and helps with social media. The health and wellness councilor runs physical training and helps with other team bonding activities. The life after AmeriCorps representative helps teammates meet career and personal goals they have for once they leave the program. The service-learning initiator coordinates days of service – especially those on federal holidays. At least two vehicle safety tools are required per team, and they are in charge of van/equipment inspections and safety talks.

We got a few minutes off, and I ate a little more and took a bathroom break. I didn’t want to run all the way back to my dorm, so I opted for one of the the portable toilets. I’m impressed at how clean everything was, though maybe that’s only because it was a Monday morning. They also had several foot-pump sinks with soap and paper towel dispensers right outside. I’d say it was an efficient setup.

At 11:00, we listened to a presentation about food and budget planning. We get $6.10/person/day for food on normal days and $15 for when we do not have kitchen access (mainly for travel). People with certain medical dietary restrictions can get a $1.50 raise to their daily food allowance, and the food budget may also be raised to $15/person/day for any team that did not have time to cook due to having to work 12 hours a day during certain disasters. Everyone’s food allowances are supplied to the team leader on one card, and the money does not roll over from one disbursement to another. We are also not allowed to spend more than $15/person/meal, even if we have the leftover funds to do so; therefore, we have to keep restaurant orders to a maximum of $12/person to be able to afford tax and tip. The team leader then has to send in the itemized receipts so the government knows that the money was spent according to policy.

Travel expenses work in a similar way. The team will receive a chunk of hotel money for the duration of the drive to the new location based on the number of team members. The money doesn’t have to be spent evenly; one night’s lodging might work out to $20/person/night, and the next one might cost $50 (though you’re not allowed to book a luxury hotel just because you have enough leftover money). The policy seems to be that each person must have a bed or a cot, and that men and women must room separately.

We broke off into teams and discussed our food budget, meal plans, and how things would work once we were in hotels. We hadn’t gotten our project locations yet, so the unit leader asked us where we wanted to be deployed. We probably won’t get a choice as to where we’ll go, but it’s worth asking.

We got off at about 12:00 for lunch. The next presentation was Behavioral Health at 13:30. It was very similar to information the Litmos virtual learning I had done before arrival. We each received a worksheet and broke into teams to discuss our stress symptoms, how we will ask for help, what others can do to help us, etc.

Then we had a Life in the AmeriBubble lecture at 15:30. My teammates took turns discussing what we were looking forward to this year, what we were anxious about, and related topics with each other. The team leader and support team leader had a talk with us about alcohol use at around 17:00, and then we were free to go.

I vacuumed my floor and did some laundry, and then it was time for dinner at 20:00. A few of us ate in the dorm game room and filled out and emailed off a couple forms while we watched TV. I added a FEMA Corps email signature from the template our team leader wanted us to use, then swapped the government computer for my personal one. I talked to some of the other corps members and messed with the computer for a while before leaving for bed at around 22:30.

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