#anyway. i need to get a job but the market is awful and i have no employable skills. and i hate retail. my options are severely limited :(
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love/hate this job. i need to find an actual job Soon
#thanks for scheduling me for ONE (1)!!!!!!!! day this week :)))#i get theres other ppl that need shifts too but like. WHO THE FUCK IS THIS OTHER GUY?? and the other girl HAS ANOTHER JOB#she has two actually! so why the FUCK is she still scheduled HERE!#anyway. i need to get a job but the market is awful and i have no employable skills. and i hate retail. my options are severely limited :(#talk tag
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three years | m. tkachuk
summary: it’s early july 2022 in sunny florida. ophelia hughes is finishing up work before heading down to michigan to spend the summer with her family and friends. but news of a trade deal with the calgary flames puts her world in a blender.
a.n. the first instalment of the hughessister x chucky!! this is gonna have absolutely no background at first but it’ll make since as you read. please be kind, and like and reblog if you like it <3
the florida sun was something ophelia would never get used to.
it slid inside her office at amerant bank arena, making it shine with sunlight. her skin shone with it like a golden goddess, warming it and reminding her of early morning sunrise walks with her youngest brother, luke. her hand moves to correct another photo as her mind wanders to her plans for the next two months: boat rides, tan lines, tiny bikinis, stolen kisses, watermelon running down the corners of mouths, her mother's home cooking.
a knock at her office door brings her out of her daydream. she turns her head to see who's there.
stan, their director of marketing, stands at the door with a small smile on his face.
"hey, phe. i just wanted to talk to you quick before you left for the next couple of months."
her smile falters a little and he's quick to put a reassuring hand to her shoulder.
"it's nothing bad, ophelia, i promise. it's about a trade. i need you to let the social media girls know we need a goodbye post for huby and weegs. they got traded this morning, it was just announced. would you send some photos to them?"
she nods. "yeah of course. do you need anything from me regarding the new guy?"
he shakes his head. "no, cerie can take care of it while you're away. he won't be here until later this week anyways and i want you to have some time with your family. have fun this summer, ophelia."
she smiles, wishing him the same as he leaves. she realizes she never even thought to ask who the new guy was.
cerie comes barreling through the door just as ophelia thinks she can go back to her actual job. “did you fucking hear? we traded jonny and weegs? for that guy? are we stupid?”
cerie was the other full time photographer for the panthers, and ophelia’s best friend in the whole world. they’d joined the team six months apart, after stan had realized the workload was too much for one person at a time. and cerie had just moved to florida from france and barely ever went home to her estranged family, so she was the perfect choice for when they needed a cover in the summer.
“hold on i’m confused. stan said the trade was good, you say it’s bad. who’d we get?” cerie opens her mouth to probably scream the name, but is cut of by a sharp three knocks on the door.
“come in!”
she’s expecting it to be sam or carter, those two were always on her ass about taking better photos. she didn’t have the heart to tell them it was because they were both extremely nonphotogenic. but it’s not either of those people.
“hi, sorry to interrupt, i was told to come see the senior photographer before she left.”
the voice knocks the air out of ophelia as she registers who it is, eyes widening. he realizes a split second later when he finally gets a good look at her.
“phe?”
she sets her jaw, staying seated and gazing up at the boy who had turned into a man since they last spoke three years ago. three years since that awful night in michigan, the fight, his departure from what she thought was the rest of her life. and now matthew tkachuk was standing in her office in sunny florida, a place she thought was a fresh start away from her parents and her brothers (mostly).
“hi, matthew.”
“you’re the senior photographer? how is it even remotely possible that i didn’t know that?”
she scoffs. “well, you were never really good at paying attention, especially to me. why did you need to see me?”
he looks stunned at her tone. she’s all business, he realizes. “i’m supposed to let you know i’m going back home until august and then i need my headshots done. i’ll be back on the 8th.”
“i won’t be here. cerie will do your headshots, and then i’ll proof them and upload them when i’m back on the 20th. anything else?”
he shakes his head, but he doesn't leave. "i'm going back to the lake house. first time in three years."
she finally looks over from her computer again. "good. your mom misses you."
he nods, a small smile on his face as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him. ophelia turns to her best friend, lets out a snort at the look on her face.
"stop looking at me like that, cerie."
"you know matthew tkachuk? what is wrong with you that you never thought to mention that before?"
ophelia shrugs, going back to the last photo she has to edit before she heads to the airport. "we kind of grew up together. we haven't spoken in over three years, though. had kind of a falling out just after i graduated from university."
cerie sits down beside her. "oh my god, phe. are you okay? and he's coming down to the lake house? how is that gonna go?"
phe clicks out of her computer, running her hands over her face with a groan. "it's gonna go like it always goes. his mom will yell at him for not being around a lot in the last three summers, his dad will make me tell him everything that the panthers are up to these days, and brady and taryn will simultaneously smack their brother and squeeze the living life out of me. matty being there won't be any different from the last time he was there three years ago."
"matty, huh?"
oh boy. "shut up."
"i'm just saying! the way you talk about him makes it seem like you guys were a little more than childhood best friends."
ophelia groans again and flips her off. "fuck off, cerie. i don't like to talk about it. what happened between us was embarassing and i would really rather not repeat it."
cerie's hands go up in surrender. "alright, alright. but you will tell me later, fleur. i know you will. now go to the airport, see your family, have some fun!! tell your brothers and your parents i said bonjour."
the two best friends hug tightly. "oh, i'm gonna miss you, cer. but i'm not telling you if quinn is single."
"ophelia-"
"no! no dating my brothers. they don't need your kind of crazy."
"bitch!" "asshole."
the laughter of both women could be heard from where matthew was still standing outside the office, waiting for ophelia to be done.
"matthew? why are you still out here?"
he shrugs, pushing off the wall he was leaning against. "i wanted to wait and see if you needed a ride to the airport."
her head cocks to the side. he had been less than caring when they were kids. three years had definitely changed something in him. "that would be nice actually. my bags are just in the closet over there."
he smiles and nods, carrying the bags when she grabs them. she could get used to this.
"holy shit, is this your car?"
he sold his truck, apparently, and replaced it with a fucking ferrari. of course he did.
"i was told when you move to florida you buy a fancy car."
"i don't know. i bought a jeep."
his laugh is contagious as they climb into his car, and when ophelia looks at him from his passenger seat she almost forgets everything he said the night they last spoke.
this was going to be an interesting summer.
a.n. this is a very special moment; the first (of hopefully many) fics of the hughessisterxmatthewtkachuk au!!! i am really proud of this one, it's one of the longest i've written thus far and i hope everyone loves it as much as i do. like and reblog as always, and stay safe in our dangerous world, lovlies <3, lily :)
taglist: @hockey-racing-fubol
#hockey#hockey imagines#nhl imagines#matthew tkachuk#hughes sister#jack hughes#quinn hughes#luke hughes#florida panthers
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I’ll miss you Twitter
Wow. OK, at this point my bet’s on the lettuce.
It’s pretty clear now that Twitter is not long for this world. Testament to staff that the site has held up this long with so many critical personnel gone and functions failing... but everything that has a beginning has an end. I wish All The Twitter Staff who’ve jumped ship a very Quick Job Hunt, and I especially hope all the H1B visa holders who are stuck at Twitter find some kind of escape raft before the ship goes down completely. (Remember that I used to be a career counselor to students and alumni in STEM fields, back in my old day job. I know some of those people. Worried for them.)
Gotta admit, I am enjoying the schadenfreude of watching Elon show his entire ass to the world... but overall Twitter’s demise is bad news. With so much of our (US) mainstream media now taken over by right-wing ideologues, getting accurate information and takes from marginalized groups on societal events is going to get a lot harder. Twitter’s failure is also going to make life harder for every artist you know. I’ll probably be okay at this point in my career, though I guess we’ll just have to wait and see on that. (I’m doing good, y’all, but I think the only authors who don’t need to do any self-marketing are maybe J. K. Rowling, Neil Gaiman, and Stephen King. For the rest of us, the hustle is eternal.) But artists who aren’t as established, academics, and activists are just some of the groups who are going to struggle without that hellsite. Please be sure to seek out your favorite authors, musicians, mutual aid orgs, etc., find out where they’ll be going forward, and support them as best you can.
Anyway. It turned into a toxic mess near the end, but I remember the awe I felt watching the Arab Spring happen on there. I made some friends for life there. Black Twitter! Informative threads about so many topics! Research for some of my books! Hell, I pretty much built my whole professional career there; transitioned there from LJ around the time my first book came out. I’ve gotten career opportunities I never would’ve had there, and made contacts with people I never would’ve dreamed of getting to know. There were so many good moments. But all these moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Until the next thing comes along... but that doesn’t mean the loss doesn’t hurt.
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Seventeen As Hotel Jobs
Hello, I'm back after a ridiculously long time.
The following are jobs I think Seventeen would have if they worked at a hotel. Keep in mind that I literally work in a hotel, so I promise I know what I'm talking about. Additionally, there are no specific brands in mind, but I do use a few terms associated with Marriotts. (Cause that's who I work for.)
Anyway, enjoy! (Oh, here's the Master List)
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Back Office/ Breakfast
Seungcheol: GM/ Owner
Comes from a very well off family, but had always been encouraged to work.
Found this hotel that was run down and in desperate need of repairs and bought it as a project
Now he’s got a Masters in Business Administration, and in Hospitality.
The hotel is his baby, and he’s poured thousands of his own dollars into turning it into a place people want to stay.
As GM, he spends a lot of time in his office working on the administration side of things,
Like payroll, budgets, and renovation projects
He’s constantly thinking of ways to improve the hotel so they’re are always contractors in and out of the building
He always makes a point to come help the front desk if a guest is being testy.
Most people don’t even realize he’s the owner until they threaten to call the owner on him
He likes watching their faces fall when he hands them a business card.
He takes any slight against the hotel or staff as a slight against himself
He also doesn’t accept any guest that insults or is rude to his staff, and isn’t afraid to kick rude people out.
He understands that people have bad days, and that sometimes things break, but he won’t just stand there and let his staff be punching bags.
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Jeonghan: AGM
Most of the staff have no idea how Jeonghan got the position.
He doesn’t seem like he’s ever worked in Housekeeping, or the Front Desk
There were rumors that he’d just slept his way to the top
Truth is, Jeonghan has always worked there.
It was his first job back in highschool, as a parttime housekeeper on the weekends.
When everything was going to shit, he refused to leave
Instead just stepped in where needed.
Hes worked front desk, sales, housekeeping, even engineering
He knows the hotel inside and out and can do just about everything.
It was actually his dedication to the hotel that made Seungcheol want to buy it
He’s currently on his last year of a Masters in Hospitality
Mind you, he loves the fact that he doesn’t have to do much manual labor
As AGM he mostly does the supply ordering, hiring, scheduling, and assisting with guests when Seungcheol is busy.
He also tends to be the one to run meetings, as Cheol is surprisingly awful at actually bossing people around.
Despite his teasing nature, he adores his staff, and hand picked them himself
Will verbally destroy anyone who so much as looks at his staff wrong
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Mingyu: Director of Sales
Mingyu hadn’t really anticipated getting into sales, let alone hotel sales.
But here he is.
Coming from money means that his parents expected him to study business
He picked Sales and Marketing cause he thought it would be an easy A
Then he fell in love with it, and was crazy good.
He loves making people happy, and selling them part of their vacation is awesome to him
He loves seeing clients with looks of wonder in their eyes or big smiles as they leave.
Every time someone posts a good review or emails him to thank him, he prints it out and puts it on his office wall.
He came to Scoups hotel after getting sick of sports teams at his old hotel.
They were super mean, and he wasn’t getting paid enough to sell a sub par hotel to a bunch of dickweeds.
Now he gets to chat with super chill people, and he loves the hotel.
The hotel really sells itself, but he’s in charge of daily rates, groups, anyone renting the meeting rooms, or people just looking to do a walk through.
He could probably sell a fox its own fur, but trips over his own shoes
The rest of the staff tease him relentlessly, but also loves that he’ll cook for any staff meeting or party.
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Chan: Breakfast Attendant
Honestly, Chan needed a job, and he was going to off himself if he had to stay at the restaurant he was at.
He’d bumped into Cheol, Jeonghan, and Mingyu while the three were out to lunch and discussing their recently departed breakfast attendant.
He’d given them great service, despite the manager that was constantly belittling him
And let slip that he was interested in leaving his current server job.
So Jeonghan had left him a business card, along with a hefty tip.
Chan’s taken it upon himself to upgrade the hell out of the breakfast menu
He’s the reason they offer Kosher, and Vegan options.
He’s currently researching other religious diets, so he can make sure everyone can eat.
Usually he only works 5a to about 10 or 11a, depending on the day
But once a week, the day they get their truck, he stays later and deep cleans the kitchen
Don’t even think about going in there without his permission
He’s known for delivering scathing threats with a sweetest of smiles
Speaking of sweet smiles
He’s great with guests, often letting the desk know if a certain guest had a problem with their stay
He’s even managed to get Jeonghan and Cheol to do table touch service on busier mornings so they can interact with guests more.
On slow mornings, he’ll dance along with the music playing on the speakers, mostly to entertain small children
He always has a smile on his face and a few moments to chat with guests, even on busy mornings
The hotels reviews went up significantly when he was brought on board.
Desk Staff:
Seokmin: 1st shift, Market Champion
The Hotel’s happy virus.
Which is important to have at 7 in the morning
Seokmin makes it his mission to get every guest to smile before they leave
He’s always liked customer service jobs but usually people are mean and managers just expect him to take the abuse with a smile
But he’s taken to the hotel like a fish to water.
His work computer always has tabs open with the weather, local events, traffic conditions, and an extra for whatever someone might ask him for
He doesn’t drink coffee at work, but almost always remains super upbeat and energetic
Some of the other staff members think he does drugs
But he’s just a morning person (freak)
Always, and I mean always, has a smile on his face
Even if guests are being literal demons.
Keeps a treasure box of small toys for little kids at the desk
Always singing along to the lobby music when he’s not helping a guest.
As Market champion he’s in charge of making sure the Market is stocked and orderly.
Does all the Market ordering, and has a really good rapport with the delivery drivers and sales people
Love the moments when the lobby is quiet and he can just focus on stocking the market and organizing the storage room
Everyone else loves those moments cause he’s singing along to the lobby music
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Joshua: Second Shift, Desk Supervisor
Josh prefers working in the afternoon
You couldn’t pay him to wake up before 10a most days
He’s been in hotels since he graduated highschool
He’d even worked at the hotel briefly back when it was awful
Jeonghan had recommended bringing him back when Cheol was replacing the staff
Shua initially just wanted to check and see how everything was going
Was super impressed with Cheol’s work and decided to stay
He’s been at the hotel the longest besides Cheol and Jeonghan
As supervisor, he trains all the new desk staff, and covers for them if they call in
His temper is pretty short, so he won’t let guests just yell at him for no reason
He’s also a stickler for the rules so expect him to be kicking people out of the pool at exactly 10pm
He does really enjoy his job
He gets to meet new people every day and hear their cool travel stories.
And the staff are all friendly, especially to one another
Plus he’s getting paid really well with some really good perks.
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Jun: Night Audit
In all honesty, he got the job cause he was desperate and wanted something with minimal responsibilities.
He’s basically getting paid to watch dramas and occasionally help fold some towels
Yeah, he also had to check in late night guests and handle any complaints that arise
It’s also his responsibility to make sure no one who isn’t supposed to be on the property is there.
But for the most part, its quiet
So he spends all night catching up on Dramas, reading, or playing games
He’s got a total of about 30 minutes worth of actual work to do, since the Audit process is mostly automated
He does live on coffee and energy drinks
Solely because he’s determined to stay awake all night
No one knows anything about him cause he’s rarely ever seen during the day
Most people just assume he’s a vampire or something
He does snag breakfast every morning before he leaves though
Engineering Team:
Jihoon: Chief Engineer
Despite his stature and his age, Jihoon is a veritable genius in terms of Hotel Engineering
He can fix just about everything in the building, from PTACs to door locks, toilets to tiles
His dad was the engineer at another hotel so he got dragged around them alot
Mostly just bounced between local hotels after highschool
Jeonghan hired him after schmoozing with a few other GMs he had worked for and found out how good he was
Now Seungcheol is helping pay for him to get a degree in electrical engineering
Incredibly kind and helpful to any guest he may run into
But prefers to leave the guest interaction to the rest of staff
He just doesn’t have the personality not the patience for stupidity
He isn’t afraid to climb up the 20 foot ladder to fix lights on the lobby ceiling
He is however, terrified of walking into a guest room and finding a guest.
Will check 20 times with the desk to make sure the room is empty
He’s walked into too many rooms with naked people
If you can’t find him, check the roof
He has an ongoing feud with the solar panels
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Wonwoo: Information Technologies
Computer whiz Wonu has arrived
If its on a computer, he can fix it
Most of the staff are convinced Jeonghan recruited him out of federal prison
He doesn’t care enough to correct them
Also its kind of embarrassing to admit that he had no friends and taught himself everything there is to know about computers because he had too much time to do so
He was just a child prodigy and graduated college super young
Jeonghan literally got him off of Indeed
Is never seen without a coffee or energy drink
He used to drink so many that Cheol and Woozi had to limit him to two drinks, and a max of 8 shots of espresso a day.
Tends not to interact with guests
Partly because he always looks ready to kill a man and Cheol doesn’t want to hear people complain about that
Partly because he’s super shy
He’s another person the rest of the staff know nothing about cause they never see him outside of work
Seungkwan swears he saw him at an internet cafe once
But Wonu refuses to acknowledge that
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Vernon: Second Shift Engineer
As a college student, Nonnie can’t work a regular 9 to 5.
So he works 9p to 5a instead
Jeonghan hired him at Cheol’s request
He wanted someone on property during the late nights, when problems tend to arise.
Usually all he has to do is fix PTACs, the occasional door lock, and help people get connected to the internet.
Mostly just hangs out with Jun or in the Engineering office watching sitcoms
Cheol hates it, but Vernon’s unofficial uniform involves a tie dye hoodie and a pair of headphones
He also usually has a coffee, but that's more because he’s an eternally tired college student
His degree is actually in Mechanical Engineering,
Which tends to shock everyone when they remember
Cause he’s a bit of a space case.
Housekeeping:
Soonyoung: Housekeeping Manager
If we are being honest, He’s only the manager cause he’s been here the longest
He mostly just handles the housekeepers boards, inventory control and day end inspections
He’s also incredible at removing stains from carpets and couches
He’s worked as a housekeeper for about a year straight out of highschool, but let for greener pastures
He’s been in housekeeping for years, and even worked as an Ops manager at one point
Jeonghan tracked him down at the hotel he was at and convinced him to join the crew as manager.
When he gets serious, he’s a force to be reckoned with
But usually he’s a full on goofball
Cheol keeps having to shoot down his idea of tiger themed rooms.
He’s another person who always has a big smile
Probably because he just tunes out the people yelling at him
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Minghao: Housekeeping Supervisor
The man who really runs the housekeeping department
He keeps everyone in line, maintains the storage closets, lets Jeonghan know what they need to order, and trains new housekeepers
He was working at a totally different hotel when he met Jeonghan
Jeonghan was supposed to be on vacation, and staying at Minghao’s hotel.
The two happened to meet in the hall after Jeonghan overheard Minghao’s supervisor yelling at him for no reason
He offered Minghao a position then and there, which Minghao accepted.
Hao literally packed up everything and moved to their town.
Lived in the hotel for a while and everything
He didn’t want to be manager, specifically because he doesn’t want to have to attend the management meetings every week.
He can clean a room spotless in 30 minutes, and is very proud of this fact.
Don’t call his Housekeepers “maids” or “Cleaners”
He will not hesitate to correct at a guest about it
The amount of times Hoshi has had to physically restrain him in the laundry room so that he didn’t attack a guest is innumerable.
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Seungkwan: Second Shift Housekeeper
Seungkwan only works this shift because he’s still in school, and because Cheol thought it made sense to have someone on property around check in time.
He’d gone to the colleges job board and found Jeonghan’s flier
He figured they wouldn’t be able to work around his class schedule
Jeonghan, however, thought he was adorable and decided he needed him on the staff
Cheol agreed that a second shift of housekeeping made sense,
Partly because Jeonghan wasn’t really giving him a choice
Thus, Seungkwan was hired 4pm to midnight
He only sometimes has to clean rooms,
Mostly he just runs people things like towels or fresh sheets
And keeps the common areas clean.
If you can’t see him, you can almost always hear him,
His voice is always ringing through the halls to the point where Mingyu has debated advertising it.
On the chance that Housekeeping does have to stay later, he basically spends the whole time taking shit with Minghao until he leaves for the day.
He always brings extra food for Vernon and Jun, cause he knows they don’t feed themselves properly.
Were it not for him, those two would live on granola bars and take out.
Thoughts? Let me know in the comments. If you're interested in requesting something, whether for this universe or another, feel free to send me an ask. My inbox is always open.
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A/N: Requests from two anons! Have fun with this one, I went to Winter Wonderland in London a few days back and I was like… yeah. Imagine the fun you’d have with Loki there. I mean… that man could be a goofball if only you let him, fight me!
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Warnings: pure winter fluff at its finest
“Alright people, let’s go!” You drew the word out, rubbing your gloved hands together with a happy grin. Christmas was by far your favourite time of the year and this time, you had convinced Thor, Tony, Natasha and Bruce and, get this, Loki himself, to join you at the local Christmas fair. You’d drag them through the whole program: mulled wine, shopping for overpriced Christmas gifts, making them try typical Christmas market food and having them play those dovetailed games where you could win giant teddy bears. Perhaps they’d actually win given they were literal superheroes.
“You are not dressed warmly enough,” Loki said matter-of-factly. With a frown, he stared you up and down, eyeing your winter jacket and lack of a scarf. Your gloves were rather thin too but they would do the job.
“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t get cold that easily. We’ll be near lots of fireplaces and the mulled wine’s gonna give me that extra warmth kick!”
Loki didn’t seem too convinced but he let it slide. To be fair, you were surprised he cared in the first place. Ever since his arrival on Earth, he’d made it very clear he didn’t wish to be here. The Avengers’ hostility didn’t exactly help. You doubted they would still become friends but at least they weren’t trying to rip each other’s throats out anymore. That was a Christmassy step in the right direction, right?
“And where is your scarf?” He continued.
“Yeah, the one I had kind of ripped and I can’t find the other one. I’ll buy a new one at the market, I’ll be fine.”
“Very well…” Loki gave you a barely noticeable nod. When you looked up, you met Thor’s rather confused face. Not just you, buddy.
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“Where to first?” Natasha asked. You could tell she was trying her best to not sound too interested in this trip but to be fair, even she was unable to hide her excitement. You grinned.
“Let’s take a stroll and get some mulled wine. Look, they should even have a stall with hot mead somewhere, let’s find it.”
“Hot mead? Viking mead?” Thor tossed in. You nodded, almost bumping into Loki who magically appeared beside you. He had had a point. It was cold. You desperately needed the mulled wine you promised them to keep yourself warm in those thin gloves and non-existent scarf.
The mulled wine stalls were all located right next to each other, with a bunch of fur-covered benches and small bonfires scattered in front of them. Perfect. You pointed at the stall you had mentioned.
“There! ‘Viking Blood’! Sounds promising! I’m gonna get a regular mulled wine though. How many?” Natasha and Bruce had already approached one of the stalls. You shook your head in an amused manner. You’d let those two lovebirds be.
“I’m gonna try the ‘Viking Blood’!” Thor exclaimed loudly. Several people turned their heads, some of them in awe at seeing the God of Thunder at a Christmas market. Loki elicited a similar reaction from people—only they were mainly afraid of what he’d do if they stared at him for too long.
Loki let out a sigh, his breath turning into fog in the cold air. “So will I…”
The good thing about being friends with a millionaire like Tony Stark was that he didn’t give a shit about the money he spent. Two minutes later, the four of you sat down on one of the benches in front of a fire, sipping on your mulled wine and mead.
“How does it taste?” You asked. Thor grinned.
“Reminds me of home. Right, brother?”
Loki nodded. “It is drinkable… for a human-brewed mead anyway.”
“Yeah, he likes it,” Thor said directed at you. You chuckled.
“Let me try. Here, you can take a sip of mine.” Without waiting for his response, you took his paper cup from him and handed him yours. The mead was sweet, tasted like molten honey… in the meantime, Loki took a sip of yours.
“Not bad,” he said. “So is this the point of Christmas markets then? People meet to sit around a fire and drink?”
“Partially,” you responded as you swapped your drinks back, chuckling once more.
“Well, it seems Yule has not changed all too much then, Thor.”
“They still have Christmas trees too!”
Tony raised his eyebrows. “What? What about them?”
“Traditionally, pagan folk would decorate trees with offerings for their gods—for us,” Loki explained. There was an arrogant tone swinging in his voice. You blushed. You hated to admit it sounded rather hot. You took another sip from your mulled wine, enjoying the way it burned down your throat, warming you up from the inside out.
“Right…”
“New religions robbed the pagans of their traditions and turned them into Christian ideals,” he continued.
“Does that mean Odin is Santa Clause then?” Tony asked. You laughed.
“I very much doubt that.”
“Only mortals would fantasise about an overweight man with a long beard breaking into houses through the chimney of all places to leave presents.”
“So you do know what Christmas is about, Reindeer Games.”
Loki sighed and let his gaze wander over the other stalls nearby. There was one in particular he tilted his head at. Raising his eyebrows, he watched a few guests throw balls at metal cans positioned at various places inside the stall to win cute plush toys.
“What are they doing?” He asked, pointing at them.
“It’s a gamble, really. You pay money for a certain number of balls and the more cans you knock off the shelves, the higher the price you win will be. If you miss all of them, you get nothing and lose your money.”
“That sounds too easy.”
“It isn’t. Most of the games are dovetailed, making it super hard to actually win.” Loki gave you an incredulous look that said about as much as challenge accepted. Without another word, he stood, mulled mead still in hand, and marched over to the stall.
You followed suit. Now that you wanted to see.
“You think it’s a good idea to wander around alone with Loki?” Tony asked before you were out of earshot. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You very much doubted he would hurt you. You had given him no reason to do so, after all, and you refused to believe he was “evil”.
Loki handed the stall owner the coins Tony had handed out to you all earlier for this exact purpose, who accepted them with shaking fingers. You pressed your lips together, stifling a laugh while the God of Mischief inspected the cans positioned at different spots. He weighed the first ball in his hand after setting his mulled mead aside, then he threw. The first can got knocked off the shelf immediately. Well… you expected nothing less from a god who threw daggers in fights.
Another ball followed, then another and another. Loki hit every single time, much to the dismay of the stall owner. You could tell he was about to complain that it was unfair that a god would try and cheat the game but you had to admit, Loki won fairly.
“That’s a full house, as I like to call it. You can pick one of the big prizes up here…” He said, pointing at the highest shelf of the stall that was filled with Christmassy teddy bears half your size. Loki’s lips parted. Perhaps he hadn’t exactly thought through that the prize was a plush toy and not the Tesseract or something like that. But then, he turned to you.
“Pick one. I have no use for plush bears.”
“Really?” You bit your lower lip. Oh dear, was that sweet. Loki would be an adorable boyfriend. Wait… wait, had you actually just thought that?
Smiling timidly, you pointed at the dark brown teddy bear with black button eyes and a Christmassy red and green tie. The stall owner handed it to you just when you finished your mulled wine and threw your paper cup in the bin nearby.
“Thank you!”
“Have fun with it.”
“And now what?” Loki asked, looking around a lot more intrigued than you had expected him to.
“You know what? Let Thor and Tony get drunk over there, how about we go on some rides together?”
“You mean these spinning torture machines? You should buy yourself a scarf before you think about getting even colder while being spun around in a metal monstrosity.”
“The mulled wine did its job, Loki. Come on.” The God of Mischief shook his head, muttering a few words under his breath that you couldn’t make out. As soon as he had finished his mulled mead, you dragged him towards the scooter rink and bought a ticket. One. You were desperate to see Loki stir a toy car.
“What are we doing?”
“Car Scooter! Pick one while they’re still empty.”
“They don’t go anywhere but this rink?”
“No…”
“Then what is the point?”
“Come on, Loki, just pick one!”
Loki sighed. “The green one.” Of course. You marched towards it, getting seated (which wasn’t that easy with a giant teddy bear) and draping the makeshift seatbelt around you. The rest of the cars filled up fast.
“The ‘gas’ pedal is down here. Stirring wheel… basically, the point is to drive around, have fun with the music they’re playing and crash into other cars.”
“Crash into other cars?”
“Let’s gooooooooooooo!” The voice of the operator stopped you from responding to him. So instead of explaining, you hit the gas pedal for him. The music started and the round began.
“Go, go, go, go! Quick!”
Loki took a deep breath and gripped the stirring wheel. And damn him, that man was a pro. He averted the others and not a single car managed to crash into your front. Well, that was until someone bumped into you from behind.
You screeched, watching Loki turn the stirring wheel again. He took control of the gas pedal, turning the car to see the culprits.
“Oh, get them, get them!”
Before they could move away, Loki already got to them. You laughed when the impact hit. It was risky but you couldn’t help it—sneakily, you took out your phone and snapped a few pictures of Loki driving the scooter. Thor would never believe you. No one would believe you.
By the time the round was finished, Loki was beaming and smiling. Yes. No one would believe that either.
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Five rides later—two roller coasters, a not-so-scary ghost ride, a spinning ride called “Breakdance” and this thing that looked like a spinning top with no seatbelts where you had to hold on to the rails yourself to not fall off as it spun you around—you were certain that Loki was having the time of his life with you. You couldn’t remember the last time that he’d enjoyed himself so much without having to worry about being an Asgardian prince or a cast-out villain who betrayed his own brother out of fear of a purple space tyrant.
“What is that supposed to be?” Loki pointed at a small stall selling sweets with his chin, his blue gaze focused on the candy floss one of the women behind the counter was making.
“Candy floss! Or cotton candy. It’s basically sugar that gets heated up and rapidly spun around a wooden stick to make it look like a cloud. It’s super sweet and melts in your mouth.”
Incredulously, Loki walked over to the stall. You laughed, ordering a green one for him and paying with the last remaining coins Tony had given you.
As soon as the woman behind the counter handed Loki a fresh cloud of candy floss, he dug his fingers into the sticky and soft sugar. The sound he made was without a doubt approval.
“There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You can’t just run off like that. Especially you, Reindeer Games, I don’t trust you.”
“I’m fine, Tony, really. We had fun.”
“That sounds unbelievable but alright. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into an ice sculpture yet,” Tony remarked, shaking his head when he noticed you still hadn’t bought a new scarf.
“No, like… it’s really weird. I don’t feel cold at all anymore. It’s like I’m wearing invisible winter clothes.” Loki looked away, averting your gaze. Your lips parted. “It’s you! Are you… did you cast a spell to keep me warm?”
“This sad excuse for winter garments would have frozen to death, even more so with those rides you dragged me on.”
You blinked. That was… that was so sweet. You smiled, giving him a hug which, after stiffening for a second, he reciprocated, albeit hesitantly. “Thank you, Loki.”
He nodded when you pulled away again. When you looked over at Thor, he had that surprised look on his face again.
“Alright…” he began, “I could do with another mulled mead, what about you?”
“Absolutely!”
“You were just about to buy yourself a scarf, were you not, my dear?” The strict and demanding tone in his voice made your heart jump. You blushed, stifling the giggle that fought its way up your throat.
“Yeah… let’s do that first. And then another mulled wine before we head home.” Loki nodded, satisfied with your answer. And as you strolled over to the stalls in question, you scooped up your courage and interlaced your fingers with his. Loki didn’t pull away.
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Pt 1, Pt 2 , Pt 3
Summary: In the Diner, Michael managed to beat your high score. But what he doesn't know is that you were watching the whole time. You catch his eye and he makes it his mission to annoy you.
Paring: Michael Afton x you
Warnings: small enemies to friends to lovers, Use of Y/N,
WC: 4K
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I rubbed my temple, sitting across Henry in his office. It is twelve in the afternoon. All these taxes, calls from our partnered companies to get products, paying the staff, and getting the hardware parts for the repairs is tiring me out but this is my job. It keeps the diner running.
"We'll need to get more meat from the meat market for the burgers and club sandwiches. The employee's pay is coming up about next week too so we should pull out our savings to do that and-" Henry got cut off on his next sentence. The creek of the door opened.
"Am I interrupting?" It was (Y/n) standing at the door holding a paper bag and a vibrant plastic cup. Putting the bag on the table.
"You're not interrupting anything." Henry said, I got up from my seat and pulled a spare chair from the corner to the endside of the desk. Leaving some space for her to sit down. (Y/n) took a seat. I pushed her seat then returned to my own.
"Thank you for the meal, love." I said. It was her normal nickname for me. I always used it for her. It gained a sort of closeness the more I used it till it was permanently engraved into her identity in my mind.
"Thank you (Y/n) I'll pay you back." Henry said, pulling out his wallet.
"Oh no no no no, honestly I should be thanking you guys. You called me just in time. I had to deal with these disturbing kids that knew me back in high school. I wanted to get out of that so bad that Henry called just in time." (Y/n) asked leaning further into the desk with her cheek on her hand and the other sipping her drink.
"Aw I'm sorry to hear that (Y/n) but at least I got you just in time, didn't I? Whenever you don't want to be somewhere you know you could call me." Henry said happily, putting down his food.
"Such disgusting people." I said with a scoff. Americans had no manners. The two of them laughed with me.
"Yeah but anyways, what have you guys been working on?" (Y/n) asked, fiddling the straw in circles.
"Just the boring stuff lately. We're trying to get big companies to work with us. We need the computer parts for working devices and then repairs for the animatronics. Since Spring Bonnie needs some torso repairs and Fredbear needs a jaw repair. The computer parts are for-" I said till I looked up and saw Henry stuffing his face.
Sauce at the corners of his mouth and licking his fingers. Chewing obnoxiously everytime he took a bite. My nose wrinkled up in disgust, my brows furrowing. Right when I'm talking too. How disgusting. Little snickers were muffled at the end of the table. Henry looked confused but smiled slightly at her giddiness. He tried to lick the corners of his mouth, rancid. (Y/n)'s little snickers became louder till she fully laughed out. Uplifting my bitter mood. A smile spreads out. Henry looked up confused with sauce dripping down the corners, raising his brow, looking back at her then me. (Y/n) grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. He took it and wiped his mouth.
"Anyway, business is constant, we just need to upgrade the restaurant's basic things. The animatronics and shows have our business growing in exposure and wealth." I explained resting my elbows on the table and interlocking my fingers together. Now all we needed to do after this was figure out our next move.
"We'll get more sponsors to get our name out there and we'll take some of the savings money for the company. Let's start with RadioShack since we need to get more parts." Henry explained.
I unwrapped my lunch carefully and took a bite. (Y/n) slurped the straw loudly finishing the last of her drink. She got up from her seat, throwing Henry and her scraps into the trash. I looked at her hands, her nails were painted rosso corsa red. It suited her so well, but purple suited duchess more. Henry stood up and walked to the other side of the desk grabbing the phone from the desk and punching in the number.
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A brunette boy with a group of guys surrounding him played an arcade game. Getting a higher and higher score each level. The group was cheering him on. Sweat dripped down his temples. His hands jagged the joycons. The group of boys yelled "Go Michael!" (Y/n) leaned against the wall of the pizzeria. Henry dragged her down to the diner again so he could show her the latest designs he's been working on. (Y/n) smile melted watching the boys. She remembered getting the highest score on that arcade machine. It took her blood, sweat, and tears. Coming in everyday to try over and over again the high score. The day (Y/n) got it, she freaked. It wasn't real! No way she got it! Was this really happening! (Y/n) ran straight to Henry about her winning. Henry ended up giving a big bear hug and spinning her around. It was the best day of her life. And there were some boys a little younger than her, about to beat her score.
"Oh my god... Yeah! I did it!" Michael cheered, throwing his arms up.
"Hell yeah Michael!"
"Sweet dude!"
"Who did you pass?"
They all looked at the name under his goofy username. ☆Lucky(N/n)☆ - 7495. Foxybro - 7500. Only by a little bit did he beat her score. Her giggling made their heads turn. There the boys flabbergasted at her. A tall, beautiful, (Y/n) (L/n).
"Hey! Good job there on the high score! That was a good play." (Y/n) complements, gently clapping her hands together. Admittly it was impressive. That is a tricky game to beat.
The two boys, one in the leather jacket with other with piercings stared at her lovingly over her immediately. Michael grabbed the joystick. It broke off from under him. His eyes widened he quickly hid it behind his back and leaned against the arcade machine. Trying to look intimidating. The one with the dark brown hair that almost covered his eyes chucked at his stupidness and punched his shoulder.
"Yeah it was nothing," Michael scoffed, brushing the top of his hair back. The joystick coming out from behind his back, he quickly threw it behind him and kicked it behind the machine.
"Is that true? Cause the one under your score is mine." (Y/n) grinned pointing her thumb to her chest. Michael glared at her and rolled his eyes. The other guys were laughing at him and punching his shoulder. Being humliated by a really pretty lady is the same thing as a love hate relationship.
"Say what's your name, Dollface?" One of the goo goo eyed guys asked. Going weak in the knees and leaning to the side.
"(Y/n) (L/n). What about you guys?" She said lifting herself up off of the wall. Introducing themselves one by one in their own little special ways. Michael, the one who beat her high score. Alejandro, the guy in the leather jacket. Simon, the one with a lot of piercings. Jeremy, the guy who has a bunch of dark brown fluffy hair in green.
I'll be seeing you guys around." She saluted them with two fingers. She walked away back to find Henry. Simon sunk down lovingly on the arcade machine, Jeremy waved goodbye with a smile, Michael and Alejandro standing there looking at the joystick in his hands trying to shove it back into the machine.
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Father brought me back to the pizzeria again, I don't know why I need to be here with him. Elizabeth and Chris are at home with mom. I would rather be at home in my room with my baby, my electric guitar. Ugh I miss her. I was learning Back in Black from AC/DC. though my fingers are all calloused I still want to play. I groaned, tapping my foot on the floor and rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms. Father made me sit in his office with him. It was getting boring! I can usually go play the arcade games like I was doing or go eat greasy junk food till my stomach hates me. I feel my brain melting! I need to do something!
"Stop your fidgeting, boy." Father said not looking up from his paperwork. it's not like he cares. he doesn't care about anything when it comes to me. It's always about his work.
"Sod off." I spat looking away from him. I dont want to be around him. He gets on my nerves. Putting me in his office. Who does he think he is? I can go out and do the things I want. he only cares when his reputation is in danger.
"That's no way to speak to me, Michael. I don't want you in this room any more than you want to be in here. Frankly, you're a distraction. You remember what happened last time don't you?" Father scolded me with a slight insult. I'm only here because I was picking on little kids and telling them scary stories of the animatronics. Parents complained to Henry and father about it. Now I'm being forced to stay on a leash like I'm some kind of animal. There was a familiar knock on the door.
"William! I need you for some early designs!" Henry called from the otherside of the door. Father groaned and got up from the seat pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'll be right there, Henry! Don't go anywhere." Father said at the door. He left to go deal with Henry and more work. Yeah... I'm not going to stay here. Their footsteps disappeared and a door clicked. I opened the door, peaking my head out, looking through the halls. Coast is clear. Quickly I lightly stepped through the halls and pushed open the employee's only door. Everything got so noisy after that. Damn kids were screaming their heads off.
What to do first, oh what to do first? I can't scare the kids again or father will notice I'm out. Still doesn't mean I can't have fun. Sneaking into the kitchen I grabbed a slice of a pizza and birthday cake. In the corner hallway where the bathrooms were I ate. The kid having the birthday party looked like he was about to cry at the missing pieces, the mom forced the chiefs back into the kitchen to make another. I hid the spare emergency pizza they have in a locked cabinet under the counter. Licking my lips of the chocolate from the cake. I got up from the floor leaving my trash there.
Huh, the backroom's door is open? No one goes in there if they want to get killed, I've seen it in horror movies all the time. What dumb kid is back there? I could be smart and leave it alone or go in and get killed. I'm going in! Walking up to the slightly open door. I walked inside, the door automatically closing behind me. I jumped and cursed under my breath. A bright light shined in my eyes. I covered them slightly with my hand.
"Hey! You aren't supposed to be back here!"
"Turn off that light! I want to keep my vision, you know!" I said grabbing the end of the light and pointing my light down. What the fuck? The girl from earlier, (Y/n) I think her name was? Was shining a flashlight in my eyes. She was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with a hefty toolbelt. A yellow name tag on her chest and blocky doc martens. I just know those shoes are making the back of her feet hurt. All the blisters. Her hair was put up into a loose bun and there is construction googles on the top of her head.
"Michael? What are you doing? You're not supposed to be in here!" (Y/n) gasped out through her teeth harshly. She was leaning forwards towards me and looking around. She's trying to find where I am from. Ew, this is her room. This room is made for the head mechanic. Which means she's a fuckin' nerd.
"My father is the boss here, dumbass." I hissed walking past her and looking around. There's so much shiny shit in here. The power tools look sharp and pointy. I went over to them and poked the needle tips.
"But Henry was twins, he would've told me about you... wait... Your Will's kid?! No wonder why you look just like him." (Y/n) said putting her flashlight away and going over to the desk. Those words burned through me and I felt my stomach drop. I wish I didn't.
"Don't you ever say I look like my father! I'm nothing like him!" I yelled, slamming my hand on the table behind her. (Y/n) flinched and kept her mouth shut. I walked away from her grumbling. There goes my fun.
The backrooms held the two animatronics, Fredbear and Springbonnie. There were mechanic tools on the shelfs and spare parts in the other corner. Early designs of the characters hung up on the walls. Tool desks and two small lamp lights hanging from the ceiling. It was hard to see from how dim it was. Checkered flooring like the rest of the restaurant. I went back over to (Y/n) and looked over her shoulder at the blueprints. It was a pirate fox. It was an early design. I snatched the paper away from her.
"Hey! Give it!" She shouted, holding her hand out. What am I, a dog? No way. This little fox guy is cool. His hook is so badass, what adventures does he go on? Are there more designs? Is she going to make him? I want to know everything about him. Enough with the soft shit, he looks so awesome. I bet he goes arghh!!
"Why should I? This fucker looks creepy you really think kids would like this? This makes it easier for me to scare them. Seriously the fuck is wrong with your head. What? Lost a couple screws?" I made fun of the drawings. She puffed her chest and pouted trying to take it out of my hands. Instead I pulled her with the blueprints. Making her mad is giving me pride. I like pushing her buttons. She gets so worked up.
"Drop it! I need to give it to Henry and Will later." (Y/n) jabbed my side. I flinched taking the moment she grabbed it out of my hands. Sneaky little- god she's so annoying. She put it away in a folder with some other drawings. Hmm, what if I steal that later? There might be more of that fox guy.
"Only little shits would like that crap." I blew a raspberry at her. I know that's a fat lie but the reaction she is giving me is so fun. He had striped pirate pants, a hook, a captain's hat with a feather, a leather vest, and an eye patch. I shouldn't have said that he looked really cool. I should draw him!
(Y/n) was repairing the animatronics, fixing their insides. There was an unfinished big metal root in the corner. I looked back at (Y/n) who was still working. Slowly I grabbed one of the wires. The robot's eyes moved from side to side. Woah! How the hell did it do that? I smiled and pulled another wire. It blinked this time while its eyes moved. It's being controlled somewhere, just where? There was this keypad on the chest. I pressed one of the buttons and its head moved back and forth blockly.
"Don't touch that!" (Y/n) yelled jogging up to me and grabbing my shoulder leading me away from the robot. Fixing it's wires and putting them inside of their metal bodies. Sighing out of relief. What does it look like to be inside of the robot?
"You just love making my job harder, don't you? Don't touch the endoskeleton unless you want to lose an arm." (Y/n) said holding me away from the robot err is it called endoskeleton? it's like the bones of robot. A skull doesn't have eyes though. I want to touch it again so bad.
"You touch it though! How come you haven't lost an arm yet?" I teased. She pushed me out of the backrooms and locked the door behind her. Damn it... Just when I was starting to have fun.
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My dad needed me to send out a letter to my aunt, so I had to be the delivery girl who goes to the post office and sends it. I didn't want to do it. I was out in the backyard playing with my dog in a kiddie pool which he couldn't fit in. My saint Bernard named Cujo after my favorite horror story. I read it in English class in Junior High and it stuck with me ever since then. He was splashing me in water, dirt, and dog hair. I put the pool out so Cujo could cool down from the heat.
I can't believe that was interrupted for me. I took my car and drove to the post office turning up the song they played over the radio, you really got me going. Nodding my head to the beat of it. I turned off of the street and into the small shopping center parking lot. The post office was right next to the corner drug store so many high school kids or ex popular dickwads like to hang out. As long as I don't talk to them I should be fine. I grabbed the letter from the passenger seat. My dad couldn't call my aunt because she was in another country, Canada. The phone lines don't reach out of the country, they can go from state to state if you're lucky. They work better in neighborhoods. I got out of the car and locked it behind me with my key.
Shit... No one told me that Michael was going to be here. Ugh if I can't see him he can't see me. I brought up my autumn brown colored flannel to cover up my face, my dog tag chain clanked around my neck. He was there with some greasers and one of the boys I met at the pizzeria. Alejandro? Yeah Alejandro Gon... Gonzales! He was sitting on top of his motorbike with his helmet in hand. He smiled with those pearly whites and waved to me. I waved to him, tucking a strand of hair behind ear. That was embarrassing... I went inside the post office. There was barely a line since it was nighttime. The letter was to be mailed and I can go home! I left the post station, the greasers still standing there. Michael looked back at me whispering something to his friends. They all laughed at what he had to say. I have a feeling that thing is about me.
"Hey (Y/n)!" Michael yelled, waving at me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. The guys laughed at his mockery, except Alejandro. He gave me a guitly smile and told the other guys off. He was a gentleman unlike Afton. I got into my car slamming the door and speeding out of there. I don't care if I get a ticket. I want to go home. Pulling into the side of my house after a tiring drive. I got out and locked the car behind me with a key.
Unlocking the front door, the house was quiet. Mom and dad must be sleeping already. Daniel was sleeping on the couch with a blanket and Cujo on him. The TV playing Looney Tunes. I sighed, the clock read 12:35. Cujo hopped off of Daniel coming up to me and nudging my hand. I pet his head scratching his ears and swishing his jaw around, Cujo panted with his tail wagging. I turned off the Tv and picked up Daniel sloppily. The blanket was dragging off of his body. I limped walking up the stairs trying not to drop his body. When did this kid get so big? Jesus Chirst he's heavy I feel my arms falling off. The stairs were the hardest part, I opened the door and gently put him down on his bed. I rolled him up in the blanket like a caterpillar. Cujo was standing next to me, I guess he followed me to get the boy and dragged my little brother up the stairs.
Daniel (L/n) my little brother. Ever since I graduated High school he only got bigger. He got out of 7th grade a year after I graduated. He's an 8th grader now. I still miss him when he was younger, not that he isn't young! Just when Daniel was he was so much cuter. He'll always be my baby brother in my eyes. The kid is 13 years old, he already tries to act like he's older. I don't think I'll ever say it out loud, but I love this kid. He's a nerdy boy who loves things like Starwars and Superhero comics. He is a brave kid with a spunk. He's optimistic about the things he does even if he hasn't done them before. He's really protective over me when any boy comes over. Let me tell you now, Daniels has always been a mama's boy. He's really clever but he uses it for evil! To be fair he got it from me. Cujo whined at me. I patted the boy's head and got up from his bed. Leaving the room now quietly shutting the door.
"Come on Cujo, it's late." I said waving my hand towards the Saint Bernard then towards me. He followed me to my room. Getting dressed into pj shorts and a tank top that matched it. Grabbing the green Floral loose robe off of my hanger. Next to the bedside was a telephone. I punched Cheryl's number and brought it to my ear, laying on my bed. Cujo jumped on my bed next to me and laid on his side. I swear he acts like a human sometimes.
"...Hello?" Cheryl sounded tired, there was shifting on the other side in only what I assumed were blankets. It was her sleepy voice. Raspy and deeper than her normal pitch.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked picking at my fingernails.
"Maybe baby, it's 12:38 at night (Y/n) what is it?" Cheryl said grumpily. She's not a morning person; she always mentions how she needs her beauty sleep. Seriously she has a whole skin care routine before she goes to bed.
"I have stuff going on for once to tell you." I asked, looking at the green phone and twirling the cord.
"Finally! Oh my god! Nothing ever happens in your life!" Cheryl said I heard her get up from the other side. That definitely woke her up. I can picture her already with curlers in her hair and her pastel pink bed sheets with darker polka dots. She probably lifted her sleep mask too. The one with the white ruffles and the creepy eyes with the poorly drawn on eyelashes. I chuckled under my breath.
"Wow, okay rude. Anyway, the diner there was this group of boys playing in the mini arcade section and one of them was trying to beat my high score on one of the games. It was like any kind of group of boys full of sweat and hormones, you know? But he actually beat my high score." I was cut off by girlish squeals. Ow, my ears. She's going to make me deaf one of these days.
"What did you do? Oh did you tell him off! Did you talk to him? No way you, the quiet little good girl, would talk to a group of bad boys." Cheryl teased in sultry tone. I can hear the smile on her face.
"Actually I did talk to them. I congratulated them for beating my high score. You should've seen the look on their faces! Two of them were lover boys. I swear one of them called me Dollface. The one who did beat my high score ended up breaking the joystick when he saw me." I explained biting down on my lip with a grin. It was ridiculously cute. Makes no sense since Michael is a pain in my ass.
"Ahh~!! Are they cute? Please tell me there cute and not some weird guys that look like they belong on the street. You have a type." Cheryl squealed. She knows me all too well, but really none of them are my type. Actually now that I think about it Jeremy might be. He's a sweetheart.
"Hey! My type is cute! Whatever, they're like that group of bad boys but different types. They're not like greasers or gangs. Just some punk ass teenage boys. The one who beat my high score is a jerk face." I groaned remembering this evening and plenty other times. It's been a month now of him torturing me. It's always while I'm on the job. Henry's been worried about me lately cause of it.
"Aww~ what makes you say that?" Cheryl said, adjusting the phone to her other ear. there were sounds of moving and muffled tones.
"He's a dickwad. Those guys keep coming to the diner everyday now to see me, they even scheduled my breaks and day offs which is kinda cute. But like that one guy knows how to tick me off! Okay okay, he's William's son." I said, Cujo curled into my side and put his arm around me. I huffed from the sudden weight but put my arm around him. He was big, furry and warm. Like a big ole heater.
"William has a son?! How am I just now hearing about this (Y/n)? So he's a sexy dad, I get it." Cheryl said huskily. I cringed at first. My nose scrunched up in digust. I don't think about him as this smokin' boss that will flirt with me in his office. I know him as the guy who yells at me when I make his tea in the microwave. Though Cheryl did have a point, though William is intimidating he has a charm. A lot of people talk about him in and out of the pizzeria. Admittedly he is handsome.
"Eww!! Cheryl! He has a wife! Anyway yeah, his name is Michael. He gets on my nerves. He messes me up when I'm working and touches everything, he trips me when I'm skateboarding, he points me out and draws attention to me in public, he's always around me that I get pissed whenever I see him, don't even get me started on the things he says to me! I never wanted to beat a guy's ass more." I gritted my teeth together remembering everything. There were too many times to count and it would take too long but knowing Cheryl she'd like to hear everything.
"It's small things right? Do you ever think (Y/n) he might be getting under your skin because he doesn't know how to talk to you and this is his way of talking to you?" Cheryl asked, she sounded more genuine and serious. I never thought of that.
He must get it from William. When I first started working with Will he was an utter dick to me. Avoiding me and insulting me, till he saw what I could do to the animatronics as an engineer. Will still didn't talk to me after that, but what did happen was I would get little notes saying about how I was doing a good job or how I looked pretty today. They weren't ever signed. Same with little presents that would be my workshop. There would be a bouquet of wildflowers on my tools shelf. Next it would be sunflowers, then it got bigger. I never knew where it came from. It did make my day better though, I would always look forward to going to work. I started talking to William after awhile, turns out he was the one doing all of that. I talked to him about it but to this day he denies that he ever did so.
"Wow, I never thought about that. Boys are confusing. I guess that could be happening? I don't know. I'll keep it in the back of my mind but I'm still pissed at him." I said tapping my chin with the arm I had around Cujo.
"You don't have to be happy that he does it, you can be mad. You have the right to be. Just consider why he's doing it. I'm sure it will all work out!" Cheryl said happily. I hate that she's always right.
"I'll consider it Cher, it's late, it's about to be one in the morning. I woke you up and now you need your beauty sleep. Night Cher, sweet dreams." I said smiling softly. I heard her little 'good night' and a cute yawn from the other side. I put the phone back on the stand. Hanging up on her.
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I just need y’all to know that I met Din Djarin at Disney World over a week ago.
Y’all
I was not prepared for how polite and sweet he was. Like, y’all don’t undertsand. I’m STILL thinking about that. Do NOT fall for his tough guy persona he puts up for his job. That man is without a doubt all soft under that armor.
I’ll put my experience under the cut but I do want to say many thanks to the wonderful friend of Din Djarin that greeted me that day. Cast members rock and he was no exception.
The Technical Stuff:
Okay, so beforehand, I searched online when was the best to see him and how since Din doesn’t have a set meet and greet in the parks. Din and Grogu typically come out of a literal hole in the wall on the far end of the marketplace (coming in the marketplace from the First Order side of the land) and they make their way through the market. Also, since this is a different meet and greet, how to approach them is different than usual meets. Din chooses who to interact with, and it’s never a guarantee if you will get picked. The best chance of getting picked??? Get there early. On the day I visited, I checked the My Disney Experience App to see they made appearances on the hour from official opening (so like 8:30 AM) until 3:00 PM. (And Disney is always punctual so you can guarantee that)
If you read all of that and were thinking “this is way too tedious to see one of the most popular characters” you would be correct. But I don’t make the rules, and I was very desperate to meet him.
Before Meeting The Mandalorian:
At about 10 minutes before he was scheduled to arrive, I was met by a lovely young lady who was already waiting for her man (I know I fellow Din lover when I see one). She confirmed the information I mentioned above because my family just didn’t believe me when I said I knew what I was doing. Because of this, I sat just behind her in hopes that she got picked first because she called first dibs lol.
After 10 minutes, Din came strutting out with Grogu in sling and handlers in tow. At this point, I was loosing hold of my facial expressions. I’m pretty sure I looked like
I don’t think I’d been that excited to meet a character at Disney since Aurora and Mulan when I was a little girl.
The handlers made sure there was enough space for Din and Grogu as suddenly, in the short span of time it took for Din to walk up, there was a small crowd forming and people calling over that the Mandalorian had arrived. The lady who arrived before me was called up first and she had her moment with Din and Grogu. Very happy for her. And then there was another before me. And then it was my turn :0)
The Actual Meet:
When I stood beside Din Djarin he immediately commented on my Mandalorian shirt (yes I wore a Din focus shirt in hopes I’d get picked, don’t look at me). He motioned to my shirt and said (all of this is approximate btw) “Your allegiance is appreciated.” And I want to say he shook my hand? He was shaking a lot of hands. Like I said, he was polite! Anyways I was like, “Of course!” And then I went into a short spiel about how his and Grogu’s stories have traveled across the stars and how much they meant to me (super cheesy I know, but let me have my moment). But y’all. His response??? The softest, “Thanks☺️”
I almost died. Melted on the spot. And his body language was kinda like “aw shucks ☺️☺️☺️” (as close as a mandalorian can get to that). The worms in my brain will hold onto that one for a while.
Finally we took a picture, and when all was said and done, he turned to me, nodded, and said the ever famous line, “This is the way.”
Grogu:
Grogu was not in the picture during this interaction. 😂😂😂 I’m ashamed to say that I totally forgot about him. He was very quiet!!! And he was on the other side and I wasn’t about to stare past a man’s hip. I like to think he was in his own little baby world during the whole meet.
#disney world#hollywood studios#din djarin#the mandalorian#Star Wars#the worms have been fed#but they demand more#you cant see my face#but I was smiling so much
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A big announcement...
Hi everyone! Very long time, no see.
I've gone through and cleaned things up around here a good bit, deleting old posts and fixing up my masterlist again. You might have seen some posts as I fix things up around here.
But the short and sweet version of this post is...
I'm coming back to this blog!!
It's going to be a decent bit different than before, but I do want to write and share my thoughts with you all again. :)
An important note! I will no longer taking 'requests', but I'd love some inspiration from everyone! I'm not going to hold myself to write anything that doesn't seem right for me. Feel free to send in requests/ideas for inspiration, and please do not be offended if I never get to them! I promise, I'm not judging! Some brief rules on what to ask for are here in my pinned post (they're mostly the same as before haha).
A very LONG rambling update under the cut for anyone wondering what in the world I've been up to.
So... A lot has changed in the past few years here... It's been like a year since y'all have heard from me... Mainly, my hyperfixation on JoJo's went away for a while. So that's my brain's fault haha. I've done this a few times with a few blogs, so I guess I was expecting to drop it sooner or later. What I didn't expect was how much I miss this blog (believe me, I have no regrets on my old blog deaths).
I've been watching JoJo's with a dear friend of mine lately, and the need to write has been stirring again. And then we hit Part 5... My brain was shifted back into fanfic mode instantly. I saw Formaggio and remembered my dear husband. I went and read through so much of my old stuff and remembered how much fun I used to have writing. I'm already working on a few new things, and a few old things, but I'm in no rush.
Which relates to some of the changes I'm hoping to make here. In all honesty, I did a lot here for the attention of people and the approval of the fandom. And that is not sustainable! No wonder I had writing burnout so much... I'm not planning to take as many requests anymore, and I will be much more focused on creating things that make me happy than anything else. Hopefully others enjoy it anyway :)
So... What have I been up to? My life has been taking lots of unexpected twists and turns. My, not entirely intentional, unemployment has opened up some free time to get back to things I enjoy. And I will never let a job take over my life like that again. Good news is, I'm working on my mental health and I finally feel creative again! I want to write and draw and think and I actually have the energy for it!
I've been very lost in the awful job market lately, and being at home alone all day isn't the most thrilling, but even just the minor things I've been doing behind the scenes on this blog have made me feel great. It's a bit more fulfilling than just playing Fortnite all day 😅
And me? I've grown up a lot lately. Working through mental issues, focusing on myself and my happiness, making changes for the better. Which is the main reason I really want to come back! This blog made me so happy and that's my main goal lately. I'm back into JJBA hardcore, I've become a Fortnite kid, and my love of Pokémon has come back in full force. And I have a new pretty gaming PC to sit and write at and the more I use it the more it's worth the $1500 I spent on it.
Oh, and one last thing... For better or worse, I've pretty much ended up a functional stoner. 😅 Probably expect more headcanons about getting high with diff characters that will be way better than the goofy ones I wrote way back when.
#i wanted to boop a bunch of people to signal my return but my dumbass didn't realize it was an april fools thing oof#to the one person i booped ily lmao#anyway... hello again everyone! glad to be back :)#ill probably reblog this tomorrow cuz im posting late woof
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Hi! You know I can't resist your requests... But!! I see you're looking to generate creativity to move your original work forward, so feel free to just let this prompt get you thinking but don't actually write a single word. (Sometimes that helps!)
undone for Milo/Sweetheart?
>:3 I took this prompt & mixed it with a request from @glassbearclock for early days milo/sh and a sick milo. ENJOY <3
redacted audio: milo/sweetheart, rated teen, short & sweet.
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“I don’t need ya to be my nursemaid, sweetheart.”
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“I don’t need ya to be my nursemaid, sweetheart. I’m fine.” His voice is even deeper than usual, almost a growl down the line, and while they like the effect, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s very obviously sick.
Sick as a dog, you might say - pun intended. “You don’t sound fine, loverboy.”
“It’s nothing, really. I’ll-” He’s cut off by a wracking cough, loud and painful enough that he has to pull away from the line, covering the mouthpiece. They wait for him to pick up the phone again, fingers tapping against the side of their leg, their concern growing the longer it goes on, and shit.
When he comes back on the line, his voice sounds wrecked, rasping at the edges, as if he’s coming undone. “I’ll be fine, just gotta sleep this off.”
“Try telling me that again, without sounding as if you’re about to choke to death.”
He snorts, not fighting them on that, but they don’t take any pleasure in it as he pulls away from the phone to cough again, the sound edged with a miserable whine.
“Look, you sound awful. You got anyone there with you, from the pack?”
He scoffs. “Nah. I don’t want any of ‘em to catch it. ‘Sides, it’ll get through my system soon enough.”
Mouth twisting, they glance over at the clock in the corner. It was still too early for them to sign off, but there was a chance that they could take the rest of their work home with them. They’ve been stuck on paperwork duty for the day, anyway.
Sticking the phone between their cheek and shoulder, they open their work messaging app, drafting out a quick message to their line manager.
“I didn’t think wolves got sick,” they say to make conversation as they wait for a response, fingers tapping against the mouse pad. It’s been a while since their healing classes at D.A.M.N, but they’d remembered that note from one of their anatomy lectures.
(They hadn’t achieved full certification for nothing.)
Milo snorts again, a wet sound that somehow also manages to sound stuffy. “We do. It’s just not as common. We get the flu every now and then. I reckon Ash was down with it last week.”
The facts click into place, and right. He’d mentioned that Asher had been sick, meaning that David had to take the lead on the job he was meant to be running. Milo had spent the entire evening in the kitchen at his alpha’s request, preparing meals for the ‘sad sack who can’t cook anything’.
And then Ash had given his flu to him. Figures. One good turn deserves another, and all that.
The message notification on their computer screen dings, and they glance over to see that their remote working request had been approved, and good.
“I’m coming over,” they say instead of pointing out the fact that Asher is absolutely the reason why he’s sick right now, smiling at the way he sputters. “You need someone to take care of you, and if your pack isn’t gonna step up, then I guess I’ll have to.”
He lets that sit for a long moment, and they pause, uncertainty crowding their thoughts. “Unless you really don’t want me to-”
“No, it’s- it’s not that.” He huffs out a laugh that sounds more like a croak, and they make a note to pick up ingredients for ginger tea, with plenty of honey. “Just… you’re too good to me, sweetheart.”
They smile at that, warmth curling inside their chest. The big softie. “I know.”
Signing out of their work accounts, they take their laptop and slip on their jacket, making their way out of the office. They’ll make a stop at the market, pick up a carton of that cream of tomato soup he likes, as well as some fresh ginger and honey, and any other supplies they can think of along the way.
“I’ll be there soon. We can watch that show we’ve been talking about, with all the murder.”
“Murder on a weekday? You sure know how to woo a guy.” He huffs out a soft laugh, and it’s the best he’s sounded since they first called him from the office. “I’ll see you soon.”
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted milo#milo/sweetheart#GIFT FOR BEANS#ej writes redacted#writing#look I needed sweetheart taking care of milo <3
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Had one day off last week, and have come back to a complete shitshow here. So much stuff I now need to do, plus straggly tasks I didn’t have time to get done because one work area is now officially in busy season. Then being told that a big IT development task not happening was due to me not ‘taking responsibility’ for it when my boss who’s now left assured me it was in hand (it was her area of specialism and beyond my skill level) but apparently never progressed it at all, and having a big meeting tomorrow to prepare for - I am just not here for any of this. I know that looking for jobs isn’t the best use of my time right now and the market is awful but I’m doing it anyway.
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I love the holiday prompts! Maybe 7 or 11 for Feyre and Cassian causing chaos together like they do when they’re decorating together ACOFAS? (Perhaps they even involve Elain and Azriel in their nonsense this year!)
Thank you so much for this prompt! It was my first time writing something that wasn't purely elriel, which really forced me out of my comfort zone. I'm not sure I got the characterization of Cassian and Feyre completely right, but I hope you like it anyway! :) I had a lot of fun with this one (and I got to re-read all the Solstice scenes in the books for research, which was great!)
I wanted to post this a few days ago but then life (and Christmas) got in the way. I hope you're all still feeling at least a bit festive!
7: "What is it?" (and odd Christmas gift)
11: "I can't believe we did that"
Summary: While drunkenly decorating the house for Solstice, Cassian and Feyre decide to do some last minute Solstice shopping for Elain and Azriel.
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Solstice Mischief
A few days before Solstice
“A little more to the right.”
Cassian held up the giant wreath over the fireplace and moved it slightly to his right. “Like this?”
Feyre sipped her wine and gave him a thumbs up, “That’s perfect.”
“So, it’s in the middle now?”
“Not even close,” she laughed and took another sip. This was her third glass of wine and she was already feeling slightly drunk. She hadn’t had much alcohol since having Nyx and apparently, her new body was a bit more sensitive to the effects of wine now.
She watched from her seat on the sofa as Cassian put the wreath up over the mantle. It looked awful. They had made the wreath together earlier and it was definitely the ugliest wreath she had ever seen, which is exactly what made it so perfect.
This had become one of the traditions Feyre most looked forward to on Solstice - getting drunk and decorating the house with Cassian. They hadn’t meant for it to look so awful that first year, but the two bottles of wine had certainly not turned either of them into interior designers. When Azriel had seen what they had done, he had promptly started to fix their mistakes while muttering under his breath that Feyre was an artist and should, at least, be able to decorate the mantle properly.
The next year, Feyre had asked Cassian to come over just to get his mind off the fact that Nesta was going to dance with Eris in the Court of Nightmares the following evening. Feyre, being pregnant, had obviously not gotten drunk that year but Cassian had drunk enough for both of them. Then Cassian had asked her if she thought that Azriel would come to their rescue again if they tried to decorate the house just like the previous year, and since Feyre was adamant on making Cassian feel better, she just let him lead the way. That year, the ugliness had been intentional.
And sure enough, as soon as Azriel stepped through the door that evening he had just taken one look at the mess they had made and started to sweep the floor.
“You really are the worst decorators in Prythian,” he told them as he straightened the garlands.
This year, they obviously needed to protect their reputation as The Worst Decorators in Prythian, which is why they asked Rhys to take Nyx for the evening. Elain had already made plans to go out for some last minute Solstice shopping with the twins, so they had the house all to themselves.
“So, do you think we can do an even shittier job than last year?” Cassian asked as soon as he arrived at the house, carrying an armful of pine boughs. Feyre had just smiled at him and pointed to the tree in the corner of the room. “I got the saddest looking tree at the market earlier.”
Cassian raised his eyebrows and nodded in silent appreciation. “Wow, we might actually make him cry this year.”
“There is no way he can make this tree look good.”
“No chance in hell,” Cassian chuckled. “Get the wine, Feyre. We have some work to do.”
A few hours later and they were almost done. Feyre looked around the room and had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. Not only was the floor covered in pine needles, but every single thing was crooked or slightly out of place.
Cassian took a step back to admire his handiwork. “Well, that wreath really is ugly, Feyre. Maybe we should have asked Elain for some help?”
“And where would be the fun in that?” she asked from where she was seated on the couch, sorting through the last box of decorations. “We want to make Azriel’s pedantic side itch, remember? If Elain helped, he would probably love it all. They are both perfectionists.”
Cassian poured himself another glass of wine and sat down next to Feyre. “And he has a soft spot for your sister, so yeah, that would totally ruin our plan.”
Feyre smiled at him, “He does, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Cassian hesitated for just a moment. “Or, he did, at least.”
“What do you mean?”
Cassian let out a breath. “Honestly, I feel like I never see him anymore. A few months ago, I remember thinking that he was starting to get over Mor, and it got me thinking of a possible reason behind that, and I came to the conclusion that Elain might be the reason. I thought they were just friends, but the way he always stood up for her, always protected her,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. I might be completely wrong.”
Feyre sat up straighter and turned to face him, “You know, I once told Rhys that Elain would probably cling to Azriel if she ever came to Prythian, and that’s what she did. She let him take her out in the garden, she spent a good part of that first Solstice with him talking about her plans for the garden…” Feyre trailed off, trying to think of the last time she had seen her sister and Azriel together. She couldn’t remember.
“And she gave him that headache powder,” Cassian added.
Feyre smiled at the memory. At the way her friend had thrown his head back and laughed when he opened the gift from her sister. She had never heard such joy from that male before, or since.
“What did they get each other last year?”
“I… honestly, I don’t remember.” Cassian scratched his jaw, seeming lost in thoughts. “Lucien got her a pair of earrings, right?”
Feyre nodded. “Yes, but I can’t remember what Az gave her. Or if she got him anything.”
Cassian hummed and raised his glass to his lips. “Neither can I.”
Feyre tried, and failed, to remember what everyone got that Solstice. Maybe they had gotten each other gifts and she had just forgotten, but it was definitely more likely that they hadn’t. Feyre would have remembered. Wouldn’t she?
So many things had changed in a year. Feyre was happy that all the people she loved were still alive, yet she still felt an ache in her heart when she thought about Azriel. Something had changed in him since last year and she had no idea what, or why.
“How is he doing?” she asked carefully, hoping that Cassian might know something about his friend, though she doubted it.
Cassian just shrugged. “I don’t know. As I said, I barely see him. He has been on missions for weeks on end all year. He barely has time to touch down at home before he’s off again.”
“Where is he now?” Feyre tried to remember what Rhys had told her about Azriel’s whereabouts, but it was impossible for her to remember in her current wine haze.
“The continent. He was going to meet up with Mor and then they’ll go home together for Solstice.”
“And then?”
Cassian let out a humorless laugh. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Feyre leaned back and emptied her glass of wine. She let out a heavy breath, “I miss him.”
“Me too,” he said and patted her knee. “Me too.”
Silence fell between them and Feyre couldn’t help but wonder if Elain missed Azriel too. Elain had always been hard to read since she always kept her thoughts and feelings for herself in order to not bother anyone. For a while there, she started to open up and stand up for herself and a part of Feyre had always thought that Elain’s friendship with Azriel was part of that. But then something changed…
Cassian squeezed her knee, effectively bringing her back to reality. He reached for the bottle and refilled her glass. “Okay, we’re starting to sound very sad-drunk when we’re supposed to be festive-drunk,” he put the bottle down and raised his glass. “To being the worst decorators in Velaris three years in a row.”
Feyre laughed and clinked her glass to his, “I’ll drink to that.”
They spent the next 30 minutes decorating the tree together and Feyre couldn’t stop laughing at how awful it looked. “It’s like putting makeup on a pig.” This was the first time they had ever had a real tree indoors for Solstice since it was an Illyrian tradition and not something most people in Velaris did. It might also very well be the last, unless they decided to piss Azriel off for the fourth time in a row.
Cassian held up the last item in the box. “Do you want to do the honors?”
Feyre took the golden star from him and looked at the tree. There was no chance in hell that she was reaching the top. Even Cassian might be too short for this monstrosity. “I think you might have to carry me.”
Without so much as a word, Cassian wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up. She shrieked and grabbed the nearest wall just to keep herself from falling. “High enough for you, high lady?” Cassian chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist.
“Actually, if you could go a bit higher…”
“If I did, that would put your ass right in my face, and there is only one Archeron ass I want in my face and I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s not yours.” Feyre reached behind herself and smacked Cassian with the tree topper, which just earned her a roaring laugh from her friend.
Somehow, she was able to put the tree topper on the tree without injuring anyone and when Cassian let her down they stepped back to behold the wonder of the ugliest tree in Velaris.
“He’s going to hate it.”
Cassian grinned, “I think everyone will hate this. We have absolutely outdone ourselves.” He held up his hand and Feyre smacked it with hers. “But yes, he will have a fit,” Cassian continued. “Hopefully he’ll get some nice gifts to make up for it.”
“Maybe some new towels from Mor?” Feyre suggested.
“I could always give him one of the silk shirts she’s given me over the years.”
Feyre let out a snort. “How is she so bad at gift giving?”
“I have no idea,” Cassian shrugged. “She’s always been shit at it.”
Feyre lifted her glass to her lips and was very disappointed to find it empty.
“Speaking of gifts,” Cassian continued, “Do you think Azriel has bought Elain something this year? I mean, even if they didn’t give each other anything last year, Elain still gave him that powder. Which means that he owes her”
Clearly, Feyre wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about the lack of gifts between her sister and the shadowsinger last year.
“I don’t think you can really owe anyone when it comes to gifts. At least I don’t think Elain would see it that way.”
Cassian raised his eyebrows. “Have you met Azriel?” he asked. “Do you really think that he would be fine with getting anything without giving something back?”
Feyre shook her head because no, no he wouldn’t. “That’s why it’s so weird that they didn’t get each other anything last year. I really did expect him to buy her something.” Feyre chewed her bottom lip, hesitating a bit before continuing. “But then again, Lucien was there. It might have been awkward if Azriel gave his mate a gift.”
“You mean more awkward than Elain’s reaction to Lucien’s gift?” Cassian said, a grin spreading across his lips.
Feyre covered her face with her hands from the secondhand embarrassment that particular memory invoked in her. “Gods, don’t remind me.” Feyre was happy that Lucien wasn’t joining them for Solstice this year. Not because she didn’t want him there, but because his presence clearly made Elain uncomfortable.
“Maybe we should just buy her a gift from Azriel and see what happens?” Cassian laughed, clearly joking.
Until he wasn’t.
At the exact same moment, they both turned to each other, a silent understanding in their eyes.
Maybe it was the wine talking, but Feyre said. “I mean, it’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
He shoved her playfully. “What do you mean? I have never had a bad idea in my entire life.”
“Uh-huh, if you say so.”
Cassian smiled at her, his eyes alight with mischief. “No, but seriously. We could, couldn’t we?”
“We could…” Feyre murmured. “But wouldn’t that potentially leave Azriel without a gift? Then we would have to do this all over again.”
“Let’s get him one too. And if they have gotten each other gifts, we’ll just hide the ones we got them.”
Feyre stared at him, unable to hide her slightly drunken smile. “Are you serious? Do you really want to do this?”
The wicked smirk on Cassian’s face was the only answer she needed. “Get your cloak, Feyre. We’re going shopping.”
Velaris was bustling with life. Since she first set foot in Velaris, she had loved this city that she now called home, but there was just something about Velaris during Solstice that made her fall in love with the city all over again. There were colorful lights and garlands in every shop window, children playing in the snow and everyone just seemed to have less worries in life during this time of year.
People greeted them as they walked past and a few children tried to get Cassian to join them in a snowball fight.
“Not tonight,” he said and ruffled one small boy’s hair. “I am on a very important mission.”
“A secret mission?” the child asked, his eyes big and full of wonder.
“Exactly, so you can’t tell anyone that you saw us.”
The children promised to keep the secret, which probably meant that they would tell their families all about it as soon as they came home. Feyre just smiled at them as they ran back to their snow forts. She couldn’t wait to get back home to her own family.
As if on cue, she heard Rhysand’s voice in her mind.
Where are you, Feyre darling?
His voice made heat spread through her entire body.
Just doing some last minute Christmas shopping with Cassian.
I hope that you’re not buying any more decorations because this house looks awful as is.
He sent her an image down the bond of their living room that was still covered in pine needles and crooked decorations. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing.
Don’t worry. We’re just getting a few gifts.
She didn’t tell him about their excellent plan. This was a secret mission, after all.
And when are you getting home?
Soon. Why? Do you miss me already?
I miss you all the time.
His voice was smooth like velvet and Feyre almost asked Cassian to do the shopping by himself so she could return home to her mate. She missed him too, and she missed her son. She hated spending time away from them.
Before she could answer him, he continued,
I was hoping to find you here. Nyx is sleeping, and Elain isn’t home yet.
Oh? And what were you planning? Feyre teased.
He sent her multiple images down the bond of exactly what he wanted to do to her if she had been home. Blushing and distracted, she almost crashed into Cassian’s back.
“Could you stop having mind sex in public?” Cassian muttered and motioned for her to turn left.
Prick
The only answer she received was Rhysand’s warm laughter. She wanted to bathe in that sound.
They went into a few shops, considering getting a tea set or kitchen utensils for Elain and daggers for Azriel, but everything just felt wrong and too impersonal. They needed to find something that Elain and Azriel would actually buy each other, which was proving to be more difficult than they had imagined.
“How about this one?” Cassian held up a book about poisonous plants. “Might be useful?”
Feyre grimaced, “I might have already gotten her that.”
“Of course you have,” he muttered and put the book back. “God, this is impossible.”
“If we don’t find anything in ten minutes, we should probably give up.” Feyre turned around and went back to rummaging through the stacks of cook books.
Cassian nodded, but she could tell that he really wasn’t keen on the idea of giving up. When he set his mind to something, it would take a lot for him to back down.
“How about this one?” Cassian handed her a small, black book decorated with roses and swirls of blues threaded through the vines that decorated the edges. She traced her fingers over the intricate pattern. “It’s pretty.” She turned it over to read the blurb, but there was none.
“It’s a notebook,” Cassian explained and opened up the book. “Maybe she could write recipes or garden plans in it?”
Feyre hummed and looked around the store again. This was certainly the best gift they had found so far, and she was starting to doubt that they would find something else. “That’s actually a really good idea. I think she’ll like it.”
“See, all of my ideas are great,” Cassian beamed. “So, should we get it?”
“Yeah, we might as well. It’s definitely better than the spatula you showed me earlier.”
They continued down the streets of Velaris until they reached the Rainbow. Feyre could see that the lights were still on in her studio, which meant that Ressina might still be there.
Feyre took Cassian by the arm and led him to one of her favorite places in the city. She wanted to show him the art that the children had made a few weeks prior. Their work was now being sold and the money would be donated to families in need. It had been the children’s idea and Feyre’s heart had melted when she saw how hard they all worked in order to create their little paintings and clay figurines for such a good cause.
Ressina greeted them with a warm smile and hugs as soon as they stepped in the door.
“I didn’t expect to see you this evening,” she said. “Weren’t you decorating your home tonight?”
“We finished early.”
“I bet it turned out beautiful.”
Feyre didn’t dare look at Cassian because she knew that she would burst out laughing if she did.
“It’s definitely festive.” She could hear the smile in Cassian’s voice and knew that he was trying to hold back his own laughter.
“I just wanted to show him the children’s work.”
Ressina gestured to the shop, “Well, most things have been sold already,” she smiled, pride written all over her face. “But there are a few things left. You can go look while I finish cleaning the work stations.”
They walked over to the table by the window where the children had displayed their work. There were only a few pieces left and Feyre considered buying all of them, even though she wouldn’t be able to tell what most of them were supposed to be. She just didn’t want a single child to come in here and see that nobody had bought their art.
“What is that?” Cassian pointed to a painting made by one of the younger children. He turned his head, “It could be a horse, but it could also be a very colorful spider.”
“Well, whatever it is, it has twelve legs, which is a bit excessive,” she laughed. “Luckily, art doesn’t have to make sense.”
Feyre picked up one of the figurines. “Look, it’s you!”
Cassian furrowed his eyebrows. “How is that me? It’s a black blob.”
“Ah, yes. But it’s a black blob with wings.” She pointed to the oddly shaped wings that stuck out from the black figure. She knew that it was, in fact, supposed to be an Illyrian warrior. The girl that made it told her so, and was very proud when she finished it.
Cassian snorted. “What is that pink thing he’s holding?”
“Honestly, I just think she accidentally dipped her brush in the wrong paint and forgot to fix it.” She held it up next to his face. “The resemblance is uncanny.”
Grinning, he took the figurine from her. “I think it looks more like Azriel. His wings are smaller and a bit wonky.”
Feyre couldn’t help but to think back to the conversation she had with Mor years ago about Illyrians and their wingspans. Laughing, she patted Cassian’s arm. “Sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night.”
“I’m serious,” he held it up to the light. “Add a few blue siphons and nobody could tell the difference.”
“A few minutes ago you called it a blob.”
“Yes, but it’s an Azriel shaped blob. We should get it for him.”
Feyre looked at the black figurine in Cassian’s hand. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was quite certain that nobody else would buy it. It did look like a blob with wings.
Even if Azriel ended up hating it, at least buying it would be for a good cause. “Maybe we should. I can add some siphons.”
Cassian’s face lit up. “Perfect.”
“But this can’t be the gift from Elain,” she added quickly.
“Why not?”
Feyre stared at him. “Does it look like something Elain would buy him? Elain, the person who gives people the most thoughtful gifts?”
He shrugged, “This is a very thoughtful gift. It was made with love and the money goes to a great cause.”
“Are you just tired of shopping?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She was also tired and wanted nothing more than to go home and let Rhys do all the things he had shown her earlier.
“Very,” Cassian sighed. “Seriously, it’s not like we’ll find anything better. We have visited every single shop in Velaris and this is the best thing we could find,” he gestured to the black thing. “He is impossible to shop for.”
And wasn’t that the truth. Azriel had always been the one Feyre struggled to find presents for. He was very private, and very particular about the things he bought himself. She didn’t even dare to buy him socks since he probably had a special kind he preferred. She knew that this was their last hope, so with a sigh, she relented.
“Fine, let’s get it. At least one child will be happy to find that someone bought their art.”
Cassian threw his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry. If there’s anything left at Solstice, I’ll buy it all.”
“Really? Even the twelve legged horse-spider?”
“Especially the horse-spider. It’s growing on me.”
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Solstice evening
Cassian was seated on one of the green velvet sofas, Nestas legs draped over his lap, her head leaning against his shoulder. He had always loved spending Solstice with his family, but spending it with his mate was even better than he could have ever imagined. Last year, Nesta hadn’t been ready to accept the truth yet and the days prior to Solstice had been full of jealousy and anxiety for him. But then, on that fateful night, things had finally changed between them. It had been a Solstice miracle, if he ever saw one.
And now here they were, with friends and family, just like it should be. Azriel and Mor had arrived around midday, which meant that Azriel didn’t have time to fix their decorations before the rest of the guests arrived. If it hadn’t been for the annoyance so clearly painted on Azriel’s face, he might have actually regretted how ugly they made the house this year since they now had to look at it all evening.
But their decorations luckily seemed forgotten when Elain and the twins presented them with this year's feast. During this past year, Elain had definitely taken her cooking skills to a new level. Cassian couldn’t even remember the last time he had ever been this full.
Because of his and Feyre’s little excursion earlier that week, Cassian couldn’t help but to pay extra close attention to Elain and Azriel. Every time Elain was near, Azriel’s shadows seemed to lessen around him, yet they never once talked to each other. Elain didn’t even look at Azriel when he complimented the food. He had no idea what he was witnessing, but he was starting to realize that something might have actually happened between the two. He just wished he knew what.
During dinner, he caught Feyre’s eye and he could see his own confusion mirrored there. If he had been a better man, he probably would have removed the two gifts he had placed in the gift pile in the living room earlier that day. But he was not a better man, and he was frankly annoyed at Azriel for not telling him anything about his life. If something had happened with Elain, Azriel should have told him. Sure, Az was private and didn’t like to talk about his life, but this was family. Whatever bothered him, he should know that Cassian was there for him. So Cassian decided to go forward with his and Feyre’s plan. His decision was even more solidified when he snuck off to the living room to read the notes on the presents there.
No gift from Azriel to Elain.
No gift from Elain to Azriel.
After dinner, they had all gathered in the living room. Cassian, Nesta and Mor in one couch and Elain, Feyre, Rhysand and Nyx in the one opposite. Varian and Amren occupied the two armchairs.
Azriel had decided to stand by the fire, a good distance away from the rest of them.
Since Mor had taken the place closest to the gifts, she was the one who picked them up one by one and handed them out. So far, Cassan had received yet another awful shirt from Mor and a book from Rhysand. Elain had given Nesta the latest Sellyn Drake book and Cassian could see how much she itched to get home so she could start reading it.
“This one's for Elain,” Mor called out and handed the gift to Elain. “From Azriel,” she added and Cassian felt his own body go tense. Azriel, though, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, his face neutral. Though his eyes followed Elain’s every move, just as they had done most of the evening.
There was something charged between them that Cassian couldn’t decipher, but for just a moment, he regretted this drunken idea. Would this make things even more awkward between them?
Elain said nothing when she took the gift from Mor. She didn’t even look at Azriel, or any of them. Her eyes were glued to the gift, her eyebrows furrowed. Cassian dared a glance at Feyre and she was looking right at him.
For just a moment, she invited him into her mind. Maybe this was a bad idea?
Well, there’s no turning back now.
And there wasn’t, because Elain had started to unwrap the gift. Cassian’s eyes drifted to Rhys, who was staring at Azriel with an expression he hadn’t seen on his High Lord’s face before. Whatever he was trying to convey with his eyes, it wasn’t anything positive. What the hell?
Elain let the paper fall to the floor and they all watched her turn the small book over in her hands. “A notebook,” she murmured, her eyes still not meeting Azriel’s, but Azriel was watching her, his hazel eyes soft and careful, shadows retreating. In 500 years, Cassian had only seen him look at one other person like that and for the first time since they decorated the house, Cassian wondered if they might actually have made a mistake in buying these gifts. This was supposed to be funny; a joke, but right now, that was the last word he would use to describe this situation.
He was watching Elain intently, silently praying that she wouldn’t be upset. Her fingers traced one of the roses on the cover and Cassian wished that he could read her mind.
When Azriel spoke, Cassian prepared for the worst.
“For your poetry,” he said and for the first time all evening, Elain turned to face him.
Cassian had no idea what Azriel was talking about. That male could really pull a lie out of his ass. Elain liked flowers and baking – since when did she enjoy poetry?
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. It felt as if the entire room was holding their breath together. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, Elain lifted her gaze and looked at Azriel. “Thank you.” She lowered her gaze just as quickly, but Cassian didn’t miss the small smile on her lips.
“You’re welcome, Elain.”
She didn’t put the book in the pile with her other gifts, Cassian noticed. No, she kept it in her lap, as if hesitant to be away from it. Then, for just a second, her eyes met Cassian’s, and the knowing look he found there had him wondering if she had seen this. If she, somehow, knew exactly who had bought her that gift.
Shit. How could he have forgotten that she was a freaking seer?
He dared another look at Feyre, and from the way she was looking at him, he could tell that she was thinking the same thing.
“And this one is for Amren,” Mor said cheerfully and held up the gift Cassian had wrapped this morning, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. But Cassian knew her better than that. She wanted to bring the attention back to herself. Wanted people to stop staring at Az and Elain. He didn’t blame her.
Amren took the gift, unwrapping it unceremoniously and Cassian had to bite back a laugh at the expression on her face when she held up the horse-spider painting in front of her.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she beheld the colorful painting.
“A horse-spider. I think.”
She glared at him. “There is no such thing as a horse-spider, Cassian.”
“I am aware.” He had to force himself not to look at Feyre because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter if he did. “I bought it at Feyre’s gallery.”
Amren held up the painting in front of her again, a disgusted look on her face. “I hate it.”
“Hey, a child made that,” Feyre interjected.
“I can tell. There is absolutely no real craftsmanship behind this painting.”
Mor continued handing out gifts until there was only one left and Cassian held his breath when she read the note Feyre had attached to it. “For Azriel, from Elain,” Mor read, her voice softer now, as if she knew that this meant something, even though she didn’t know what.
Elain was staring at Mor, her mouth slightly agape as Azriel took the gift from Mor’s hands. But she stayed quiet. Said nothing about the fact that she hadn’t bought him anything.
She was still holding the notebook in her lap and Cassian’s heart softened just a bit at that. Maybe their plan hadn’t been so awful after all?
The tearing of paper was the only sound in the room apart from the soft snores coming from the small child in Rhysand’s arms. Azriel, who had barely shown a single emotion during this entire ordeal, looked surprised at the small figurine he was now holding in his hand. He turned it over a few times, as if that would make him understand what he was holding.
Finally, he looked at Elain and asked, “What is it?” His voice was gentle, as if to not startle her. Elain opened her mouth but promptly closed it again, clearly having no clue what Azriel was holding.
Luckily, Feyre was there to save her sister. Thank the gods. “It’s an illyrian warrior,” she explained matter of factly. “She got it at the studio. One of the children made it. She was very proud of her creation.”
“Was she now?” Azriel asked, his mouth turning into a smirk. “And it just happened to have blue siphons?”
Again, Feyre smiled sweetly and spoke for Elain. “No, I added those.”
Azriel hummed and turned the black thing over in his hands once more. Cassian could see the shadowsinger’s mind working, trying to make sense of this entire situation. If Azriel ever found out what they had done, he was certain that there would be hell to pay.
“And what about this pink thing in his hands?” Azriel pointed to the same spot Cassian has asked about days prior. “Or, well, I assume they’re his hands.”
Cassian expected Feyre to explain this too, but someone else spoke before she even had the chance to open her mouth.
He had been so focused on Azriel, he hadn’t noticed that Elain had now fully turned towards Azriel, her gaze meeting his. “A rose.” It was barely more than a whisper. “He’s holding a rose.”
And with that, Azriel’s features softened, his shoulder’s relaxing just slightly.
“Thank you. It’s a lovely gift.”
A blush spread across Elain’s cheeks and Cassian had no idea what just happened, he was just glad that they seemed to have gotten away with their drunken plan without anyone getting hurt.
“You’re welcome,” Elain said with a gentle smile directed at the shadowsinger.
–-
A while later, when Amren and Varian had left and Rhys had disappeared to the nursery to put Nyx in his cot, Cassian found Feyre in the kitchen. Elain was still in the living room talking to the Mor and Nesta. And Azriel.
As soon as Feyre saw him she whispered, “I can’t believe we did that,” her eyes wide and full of humor. “I really thought that Az would call us out on our bullshit.”
“I know…” Cassian murmured, careful to keep his voice low. “When Elain opened that notebook, she looked so sad. I almost told her that it was a stupid joke right then and there.”
Feyre nodded. “Yeah, me too.” She looked past him into the living room. “At least we didn’t make things worse.”
Cassian shrugged and smiled at her. “If I do say so myself, we might have actually made things better between them. I mean look at them,” he gestured to the living room. “They are smiling. In each other’s presence.”
“That, they are.”
“Maybe I should quit my job and become a matchmaker.”
Feyre laughed and patted his arm. “Well, you’re definitely better at matchmaking than decorating.”
“Right back at you.”
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Opinion on the LIs of MCL New Gen
I WAS RIGHT ABOUT RED SHADOW LEGEND. Anyways, here are my two cents about the characters, their designs and hopes I have for their routes.
Devon
I really love his eyes full of wonders, since you have to be extrovert and always searching for new ideas when you work in event management (how to market it, how to please both the clients and the people you're going to source the project to, finding catchy sentences or downright awful puns) but I love his hands even more, the way the interior is lighter, his long fingers, it reminds me of Mahershala Ali's hands and I hope he was one of the models to create the character. His hair are also a nice touch, especially the colors blending ! Seeing him in bright colors is refreshing, he seems fun and full of peps ! Sure black clothes give a more classy vibe, but we're managing events not burials. And do you even know how bright are the colors of some African clothes (search for dashikis, they are amazing and bright and joyful and...) ? I'm overall really happy to see a black man not bald nor fully dressed in black because god forbid they wear colors.
I'm hoping for a route like Rayan's, with a bit of conflict because dating your boss can lead to a lot of inequalities and risks for the low-rank involved, but I'm pretty sure we won't get a lot of dramas this season (apart coming from players who are so chronically online they can't not play a game that will make them miserable but that's another issue). I think he might have an ex ? Or past relationships that failed because his balance between work and personal life is bad ? Maybe Candy and her freshness/ability to surprise him and take him out to touch grass will be the balance he needs ? Honestly I'm hoping for praises from him, awful puns, dad jokes and a lot of complicity.
Roy
Oh, is he gonna be the Castiel of the game, but more chill ? People seem to love him a lot already and I can't fault them, he's handsome, looks nice and has tattoos (you can see it on his right shoulder, the black strip). His long hair looks very nice to braid, and I can just picture him as the outdoor guy, the one who always want to see the places the events are gonna take place since he's probably very good with spatial thinking !
He looks a bit "bland" at first sight, but I'm sure he'll show another side, probably more caring once he notices MC is not here to only get in his pants. He looks like he'd listen to any rant without taking side and just feed you until the anger dies down. Himbo maybe ? We'll see ! But he looks like the most gentlemanly of them all and I'm sure he'll be the one to ask Candy out first, probably after a date to the beach or so. Dake style but less flirty ? he's my least liked LI so I have a hard time thinking about possibilities about him.
Amanda
Oooooh she looks like a Targaryan !! Joke aside, she looks preppy enough and is probably the most down to earth of them all (and not just because she's a Taurus). I'm thinking that maybe, she'll get Yeleen's kind of personality ? The fair but harsh one ? She'll get the job done for sure, and the color palette is really soft and fashionable. Having a plus size LI is already a remarkable step forward, but making her so pretty AND dateable ? Now that's improvement.
And I can already picture people saying "they'll ruin the wlw romance like they did with Priya" but Jesus Christ and all his Apostles combined, didn't you notice Chino wasn't the one managing it ? That all the mistakes you blame on her are actually Uncoven's creators' mistakes ? That they sabotaged everything (MCL, Elda S2) just because they were so woke and so enlightened ?? Now that they're out of it, I'm pretty sure we'll finally have nice things, and without misandry nor biphobia. I'm hoping an enemies or rivals to lovers with her, just like I hoped one with Yeleen uwu.
Thomas
I WAS RIGHT ABOUT HIM FROM THE START. Ok time to be serious, his design is really nice, the high cheekbones, the milky white skin, he lost his freckles but gained piercing eyes looking directly in your soul and his curls look so nice to ruffle. He has the most guarded pose out of the four and is skinny, which gives us two "no six pack abs" characters (thank Gods beemoov). I don't know if he still plays the guitar, but that could be one of his special interests along a lot of things we need to discover about him.
My guess is that, as we saw him being precocious, he's neuroD and will be the harshest without meaning harm. You ask him something and he answers the raw truth, which could give a very good dynamic depending on the Candy's personality, which could also give us an interesting dynamic when dating or falling in love ? Like not touching but hesitantly grabbing her sleeve between two fingers, or gifts, or stuttering, or all of the above. I just hope he's aloof enough for Candy to have to "run after him" (no harassment involved) just to show him she cares about him, and so he could open up at his own rhythm. A soft slowburn or an abrupt hook up ? I don't know, I hope he surprises me a lot !
#my candy love#my candy love new gen#mcl new gen#mcl#mcl opinion#I'll choose Thomas route btw#daily reminder that HPI and high potential diagnosis are a scam
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y'all i am straight up not having a good time today
go forth if you're at all interested in my stress meltdown
i'm in the process of attempting to buy the house i've been renting. the owners want to sell it, but no one wants to buy to rent, they all want to buy and reside, which would require kicking us out, so they took it off the market to offer it to us first. the realtor seemed to be of the opinion that we were in a zone for a certain kind of loan that would make it feasible, but we're not apparently, so we're talking to a lender to figure out what types of loan we do qualify for, trying to figure out if this is a feasible course of action.
1) our lease is up in a month so if we don't succeed in buying the house, we will simply be homeless i guess, cuz it's pretty much impossible for us to find another place to live, secure it, and move into it in the space of 30 days. we are working on a time limit and, as of right now, we have no safety net or backup plan.
2) professionals really overestimate how much normies know about their field because i don't understand 80% of what the lender we're talking to says. i can't even formulate questions to ask, that's how little i understand the topic at hand. i need someone to explain this shit to me like i am 5 years old, especially because it's all theoretical and percentages and estimates and nothing actually TANGIBLE or with a concrete fucking number attached to it. can i afford this?? i don't fucking know, i can't tell, and i don't understand the process enough to even know what to ask for clarification on, i'm just completely lost.
3) all of this is being done in my name and with my money, but my big sister (whomst i live with) is the one who usually does the adulty adult stuff. but she's been having an awful fucking time starting a new job, to the point of an absolute meltdown last week, so i was determined to handle this myself. it's my money, it's gonna be my house, i should not be making her make the phone calls for me, that's stupid. i'm a grown ass adult, i should be able to make phone calls.
and i did! the first few, at least. i've made several calls in the last few days, despite hating phone calls, and i talked to professionals about grown up things and filled out paperwork and found necessary documentation and everything. i didn't even procrastinate on any of it!! i was doing so well!!!
then i found out we're not zoned for the loan the realtor said we were. and the lender started talking about a different one with more fees and more terms i didn't understand. and i already felt like i was just the worst person in the family to be having these conversations cuz my auditory processing is not fantastic and my short-term memory and retention are bad and i can't listen and take notes at the same time and i get overwhelmed and shut down easily
aaaand that's exactly what i did 🙃 go figure.
so my sister (whose work stress was significantly alleviated litchrally like 2 hours ago) has now stepped in to take over while i have my own stress meltdown, and that's only making the meltdown worse cuz now i'm MAD at myself. i was determined to do this myself. the mom friend anxiety override kicked in while my sister was so overloaded, and it carried me through the whole week, and now i'm crashing and i'm crying in my office at work and i feel like shit cuz i couldn't handle it like i said i would. i said i wouldn't make her handle this for me, and i failed, and she's having to do it anyway, and i wanna go HOME but i can't cuz i'm at work and i have to cover phones for the receptionist while she's at lunch and i really hope nobody calls until i stop fucking crying alkdfjghakf
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Avatar:TLA (Part 5)
Request: None
Requested By: Nobody
Pairing: Zuko x reader
Summary: The Storm and The Blue Spirit
Warnings: none?
A/N: Repost!
Word Count: 3K+ (Someone needs to stop me)
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You were jolted awake by a pressure on your stomach. You sat upright and looked to your friends, who were all sitting up as well. Sokka held his boomerang and his knife sleepily.
“Did we get captured again?” He asked.
“It’s nothing. I just had a bad dream.” Aang confessed. “Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Sokka said, rolling over.
“Are you alright, Aang?” Katara asked the boy. He was curled into a ball, laying back on the ground.
“I’m okay.”
“You seem to be having a lot of nightmares lately. You wanna tell me about it?”
“I think I just need some rest.”
At this, Sokka sat back up. “You guys wanna hear about my dream?”
Katara shot him a glare. Sokka laid back down.
“That’s okay. I didn’t want to talk about it anyway.”
You patted his shoulder.
“Later.” You assured. Katara laid back down as well, seeing as Aang wasn’t going to say anything. You sighed, now wide awake, and realizing you weren’t going to get anymore sleep, stood and packed your sleeping bag, before walking away.
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When you got back to camp, Katara was walking up Appa’s tail, remarking about how they needed food.
“Guys, wait. This was in my dream.” Sokka started. You raised an eyebrow as you threw the rest of the stuff on Appa’s saddle before climbing up as well. “We shouldn’t go to the market.”
“What happened in your dream?” Katara asked.
“Food eats people! Also, Momo could talk.” He turned to the lemur. “You said some very unkind things.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that Sokka’s dreams can’t predict the future.” You said, sitting down. Sokka crossed his arms, a sour look on his face. “Aw, cheer up. We’re going to get food!” You exclaimed, hoping to raise his spirits. Sokka remained stoic. You rolled your eyes and crawled forward. “Sokka, don’t make me tickle you.”
“Pfft. I’m not ticklish.” He said, arms still crossed.
“Yes you are. In fact, he’s-”
Sokka rushed to his sister and placed his hand over her mouth, silencing her. You laughed as Appa rose into the sky, per Aang’s request.
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Appa had landed in a spot where you dock boats. You all scrambled off in search for food. The town was small, made in the side of a mountain. Sokka, Katara and Aang were searching food, while you were wandering around, looking for anything that might be useful. Finding nothing, you made your way back to where you last saw them.
“Sokka, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Aang voiced. “Look at the sky.”
“I said I was gonna do this job.” Sokka said, halting his movements. He was taking things below the deck of a ship.
“Job? What’s going on?” You asked.
“Sokka took a job so we can have some money. But it looks like there’s about to be a storm.” Katara explained. You looked up and noticed the dark clouds that were rolling in.
“I can’t back out just because of some bad weather.” Sokka continued.
“The boy with the tattoos has some sense.” An old woman voiced. “You should listen to him.”
“Boy with tattoos?” The old man on the ship asked as he stopped his movements as well. “Airbender tattoos. Well I’ll be a hog-monkey’s uncle. You’re the Avatar, ain’t ya?”
“That’s right.” Katara assured, proud. She and Aang both smiled.
“Well don’t be so smiley about it.” The old man said, a frown on his face. You saw where this was going and took a protective step in front of Aang. “The Avatar disappeared for a hundred years! You turned your back on the world.”
“Don’t yell at him! Aang would never turn his back on anyone!” Katara defended, stepping forward as well.
“Oh, he wouldn’t, huh? Then I guess I must have imagined the last hundred years of war and suffering.”
“Aang is the bravest person I know. He has done nothing but help people and save lives since I met him.” Katara informed. “It’s not his fault he disappeared, right Aang?”
She turned around, but Aang was backing away.
“Aang? What’s wrong?” She asked. Aang said nothing as he opened his glider and flew away.
“That’s right! Keep flying!” The old man said.
“You’re a horrible old man!” Katara told him, climbing on Appa. “Appa, yip yip.” Appa flew up, and splashed the old man in the process. Sokka emerged from below deck.
“Hey, they left without saying goodbye.” You ignored him and turned to his employer.
“You are awful! He’s twelve! Do you think he wanted to abandon people!? What would that get him!?” You shouted. The water around you rocked viciously, splashing against the docks. “He already has barely any self-esteem, and you’re going to destroy him!” You shouted. The water had raised into a big wave that towered above you. It remained still, however. The man was silent, with fear, as he stared at you and the water you’ve bended that you were unaware of.
“Sokka, good luck.” You muttered, turning to leave. The wave crashed down on the man, soaking him further, before sliding off the dock, back into the rest of the ocean.
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You followed the old woman to the cave where Aang, Katara, Appa and Momo were sitting.
“Help!” She shouted. “Oh, please help!”
Katara rushed forward and took her by the arm, bringing her further inside the cave. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” She assured.
“But my husband isn’t.”
“What do you mean? Where’s Sokka?”
“They haven’t returned. They should have been back by now.” The woman explained. Katara had taken her to the fire, but you remained just outside the cave, watching the stormy seas. “This storm is becoming a typhoon! They’re caught out at sea!”
You took in a shaky breath.
“I’m going to find them.” Aang assured.
“I’m going with you.” Katara told him.
“I’m staying here.” The woman said, sitting by the fire. They moved Appa so he was just inside the cave.
“We’ll be back soon. I promise.” Aang told the woman. You all mounted Appa and flew into the storm.
~~~~~~~~~
The rain was absolutely dreadful, and it was painful against your skin. You could barely see. You turned.
“Katara, do you think we’d be able to make a sort of water shield around Appa?” You asked her.
“Maybe. I’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have I, but it’s worth a shot.”
She nodded and you both set to work. You and Katara moved your arms in sync, and created a water wall, blocking the rain from Appa. You both kept moving as you smiled.
“Great job, Katara!”
“We’re doing it!”
“Good job, guys!” Aang praised. You and Katara kept working until something caught your eye. You saw a ship, with smoke emerging from it. You didn’t see what kind of ship it was, your vision was so filled with water, you could barely tell it was a ship. You only knew that it wasn’t Sokka. You lost focus, and the shield you and Katara made faltered and dissipated, water now pouring atop you. You made a decision. A stupid decision. You turned to Aang.
“Keep going!!” You shouted before jumping off Appa.
“What is she doing!?” Aang asked.
“I don’t know!” Katara answered. They continued to fly anyway, much to your relief. You bent the water just a tad and landed on the edge of the ship, your hands being the only thing keeping you from plunging into the water. You pulled yourself up and fell onto the boat, rolling slightly. You gasped when you saw who stood above deck.
Prince Zuko, his Uncle Iroh, and a few other men, presumably his crew. You swallowed thickly and quickly stood. They were clearly taken aback by your presence as well, but you managed to get past your shock and panic.
“Do you need any help?” You asked, voice shaky. The entire crew shared confused expressions.
“Why would you help us?” Zuko asked bitterly.
“Judging by the smoke coming from your ship, you were hit.”
“It was just a little lightning.”
“And you’re in trouble.”
“And you think you’re not?” Zuko asked, taking a threatening step forward. You took a small step back.
“It crossed my mind.” You admitted, but keeping on a mostly strong façade. He saw through it, you knew, but you didn’t fall apart and that’s all that matters. “Please let me help you.” You pleaded. Iroh placed his hand on Zuko’s shoulder.
“How do I know this isn’t a trick?” The prince asked, still wary. You thought for a moment.
“I suppose you don’t. But judging by the smoke, there’s a fire, and last time I checked, water puts out fire.” You told him, bending some ocean water into an orb just above your hand. Zuko watched you for several moments, while everyone else watched Zuko, awaiting his orders.
“Very well. Follow me.” He told you. You let out a breath of relief and took a few steps toward him until he spun around. “But if you do anything that’s suspicious, do not underestimate my rage.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve seen it.” You remarked, crossing your arms, hoping the action would somehow protect you if needed. He scowled at you before turning around, beginning to walk away. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and jogged lightly to keep up with his long paces. Iroh watched you follow his nephew until you disappeared from view. He stroked his beard.
“Very interesting.” He mused.
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Zuko led you into a smoky room, and gestured at the destroyed piece of machinery. You slowed your breathing and focused on the massive body of water around you. Water soon came floating into the room, before you splashed it on the fire. It only took a few minutes before the fire was out. You shot the unused water back off the boat before turning to Zuko.
“I recommend getting this to shore as quickly as possible. I would try to help you, but I don’t think my bending’s that strong.” You admitted. “Still, I could give it a shot.” You mused, stepping out and above deck again. You coughed a few times while walking to the back of the ship. Iroh noticed this and followed you.
You felt a presence behind you and you whipped around, being met with Iroh reaching out to you. You barely flinched as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead.
“You’re not afraid of me?” He asked, noticing this.
“Should I be?”
“Probably.”
You smiled. “I-I know you were a great General, and still are a great firebender, but you also seem to be a great Uncle. I’m not frightened of an Uncle who simply wants what’s best for his nephew.” You shrugged, knowing that your confession was a little odd. Iroh simply smiled.
“I appreciate the compliments. You are catching a fever.” He informed. You smirked.
“And apparently, for others as well.”
“You have been out in the cold and rain for too long. You need to get inside.” He advised. You backed away slightly.
“I can’t. You guys are in danger. It’s just a stupid fever. I’ll be fine.” You assured. Iroh raised an eyebrow, but smiled. “Where do you want to go? There was a village, not too far away, but it’s small, and I think they might not take this well.”
Iroh paused. “I’ll go ask the Prince, and come back with an answer.” He said, turning to leave. Without looking behind him, he called out to you. “Go inside! You can work when I come back!”
You smiled fondly and made your way inside. You were immediately warmed by the heated pipes running all throughout the ship. But the look of the gray metal everywhere did nothing to settle your nerves. It didn’t help that the corridors and hallways weren’t very big. You would see a couple firenation flags here and there, but other than that, the ship was pretty empty.
You leaned against a wall, not wanting to sit and let your guard down, and began thinking. I wonder if they’ve found Sokka, you thought. I wonder if they’re okay. You chewed your bottom lip in concern.
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“What do you mean, you just left her!?!” Sokka yelled.
“She said to keep going!” Aang tried to defend himself, still fighting through the storm.
“Keep going? Keep going!? You shouldn’t have let her do it!”
“Sokka, she was concerned for you. She clearly had something she wanted to do.”
“I was on a boat! She’s probably still splashing around in the water, assuming she hasn’t already died!”
“She’s a waterbender! I’m sure she’s alright.”
“Is she that strong of a bender that she can stop raging seas?” Sokka asked, arms crossed. Aang and Katara shared panicked looks.
~~~~~~~~~~
Iroh walked toward you and told you that they wanted to head in the eye of the storm. You nodded and emerged from below deck, made your way to the back of the ship again, and began to work. You moved the water, turning the boat. Iroh stood and watched you while Zuko was next to him, leaning on the wall, observing as well. Though, he had a frown on his face.
“Why is she doing this?”
“Because we were in trouble. She wanted to help.”
“But, why Uncle? We’ve done nothing for her to deserve this. Why should she help us when we’ve done nothing but track her and her friends down?”
“Perhaps she cares more about life, than holding grudges.” Iroh remarked, before heading inside. Zuko continued to watch as you pushed and pulled the water, giving the ship some speed. You had been doing this for several minutes when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You spun around, and startled, you stopped moving the water.
“Are you alright? You’ve been doing this for almost an hour.”
“An hour?” You asked Iroh before casting your gaze back out to sea. “It only felt like minutes. I guess I was so focused-”
“Come and take a rest. Have some tea.”
“Some…..tea?”
“Of course. Come below deck.”
You looked up, pondering your choices when something caught your eye. It was a big, white object, floating in the dark sky. Your eyes lit up.
“Appa.” You whispered.
“What was that?” Iroh asked. You turned to him.
“Look. I have to leave, my friends are here. Don’t tell the Prince?” You pleaded. Iroh smiled.
“When you first passed, he let the Avatar go.” He informed. You froze.
“He….what?” You heard shouting and looked up, seeing Appa was closer. You looked back to Iroh. “Can I take a raincheck? I’d love to have tea with you some time.”
Iroh nodded. “Of course.”
“Safe trip!” You wished as you bended the water, pushing you into the air. You landed on Appa, only to be tackled by everyone in a hug. You laughed before looking down, waving at Iroh. He waved back as Zuko came out. He looked to his Uncle and looked up, watching Appa fly away. You waved at him too, and using your bending, gave their ship one last push. They vanished from view.
“Who were you waving at?” Katara asked.
“Just some people I helped out.” You told her.
“How dare you jump off! Do you realize you could have been killed!?” Sokka scolded.
“I’m fine, Sokka. I see you are, too. I was only doing my duties as a decent human being, and helping some stranded people.”
“Who was on the ship?” Aang asked. You debated for a short time, before quickly coming up with an answer.
“Nobody we know. Just some people that had their boat struck with lightning. I put out the fire, and helped push them closer to shore.” You informed.
“Just as long as you’re okay.” Aang said. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, relived they bought it. Heaven knows what they’d do it they found out you’d helped the enemy.
~~~~~~~~~~
You had been flying for about a day when you reached a city carved into a mountain. Sokka had come down with a dreadful fever because of the storm, and you weren’t too far behind him. Appa had taken shelter inside an old building, and you and Sokka were laying on the large creature’s legs.
Sokka laid in his sleeping bag, coughing up a storm. Katara placed a cloth on his forehead. “This should bring your fever down.” She told him. You began hacking up a storm as well as she prepared another cloth for you.
“I’m dying for real.” You muttered.
“You know what I love about Appa the most?” Sokka asked. “His sense of humor.”
“That’s nice. I’ll tell him.” Katara assured, placing the rag on your forehead. Appa made a growling noise in response and Sokka laughed.
“Classic Appa.” He observed. Aang walked over.
“How are they doing?” He inquired.
“Not good.” She answered. “Being out in that storm really did a number on them.” She explained.
“I couldn’t find any gingerroot for the tea.” Aang informed. “But I found a map. There’s an herbalist institute on the top of that mountain.” He said, looking outside. “We can probably find a cure for them there.”
At this, you let out a large sneeze. You groaned loudly. “Just let me die.” You pleaded. “I’m half-way there, anyway.”
Katara turned back to the Avatar. “Aang, they’re in no condition to travel. They just need more rest. I’m sure they’ll be better by tomorrow.” She had just managed to finish what she was saying when she started coughing.
“Not you, too.” Aang observed, sounding defeated.
“Great. Now we’re all dying.” You mused.
“Relax. It was just a little cough. I’m fi-” She informed, before breaking into another fit.
“That’s how Sokka started yesterday. And Y/n right after. Now look at Sokka. He thinks he’s an earthbender!”
You turned and Sokka was, indeed, flailing his arms about. “Take that, you, rock.”
“A few more hours and you’ll be talking nonsense, too. I’m going to find some medicine.” The young Avatar informed, rolling up the map and picking up his glider. He walked to the edge of the building just as lightning stuck in the distance. He stood there for a moment before leaning his glider against the wall.
“Maybe it’d be safer if I go on foot.” He turned to Momo and Appa. “Take care of them, guys.” He instructed. Appa made a little roar and Momo purred, Sokka laughing again.
“You guys are killing me.” He announced. You rolled your eyes. Aang watched with sorrow and pity before jumping off the side of the building and out of sight.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Katara was now laying down with you and her brother. “Katara, please. Water.” Sokka pleaded.
“Listen carefully, Momo. I need you to take this to the river and fill it with water. Got it?” She instructed the lemur. He took her canteen and flew away.
~~~~~~~~~~
You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but when you cracked your eyes open, there were several things around you. Katara was explaining to Momo that they needed water. You groaned.
“He doesn’t speak English, Katara.” You muttered, rolling over.
“I know. But you’d think that-”
“Do you want me to go? We’re all in agony, and if we keep going like this, we’ll never get water.”
“No, Y/n. He can do it.”
You groaned and you leaned back, falling asleep again.
~~~~~~~~~
You awoke again and it was dark. The ruins had become more cluttered, and Momo had just placed a crown on Katara’s head.
“Oh, forget it.” She told the lemur, rolling over. You had to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” You replied, crawling out of your sleeping bag.
“Where are you going?” She asked, voice dry.
“I’m just stretching. It’s so warm in here.” You noted, dragging your feet to the edge of the building. You inhaled deeply through your nose, and you silently thanked the cool rain for hitting you. It was now dark, and there was still no sign of your airbender friend.
“Aang, please hurry.” You heard Katara mutter.
“Who’s this Aang kid you keep talking about, your highness?” Sokka asked his sister, noting the crown on her head. You bit back a laugh. You were just thankful that you didn’t get delusional when you got sick.
~~~~~~~~~~~
It was daybreak when you awoke again. You were leaning on the pillar, when Aang trudged in and stuck frozen frogs in Sokka and Katara’s mouths. He stuck one in your mouth as well.
“Suck on these. They’ll make you feel better.” He muttered, collapsing on Appa’s tail. His clothes where ripped and covered with mud.
“Aang.” Sokka said, sucking on the frozen frog. “How was your trip? Did you make any new friends?”
“No.” Aang answered sadly. “I don’t think I did.” He rolled over, facing away from the group. You perked up at this. Had he met someone? You were just about to ask about it when the frog in your mouth started to wiggle.
“Mm. These are tasty.” Sokka noted. You spat the frog out of your mouth and gagged. Sokka and Katara did the same, though Katara cried out.
“Great. Now I’m gonna vomit.” You muttered. Sokka began wiping his tongue on Appa’s fur in a desperate attempt to get the slime of the frog off. “You know frog’s carry diseases, right?” You asked the airbender. He didn’t respond. You got over your disgust about the frogs quickly as you made your way over to him. You placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Aang? You alright?”
“I’m okay.”
You didn’t believe him, but didn’t press the matter. You instead laid down next to him and pulled him into you, hugging him from behind. He barely moved. You looked down at the boy and gave him a reassuring squeeze, hoping he’ll feel your love and support through such a simple action.
“Get some rest, Aang.”
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A/n: Repost!
#Avatar: The Last Airbender#Avatar: The Last Airbender x reader#A:TLA#A:TLA x reader#x reader#reader#reader insert#Zuko x reader#my works#Mara's works#fanfiction
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MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 1
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Under the cover of night, a horse-drawn carriage was driving through the desolate hills. The men in the back of the wagon wear black suits decorated with red embroidery of women on their upper arms.
MAN IN SUIT 1 : This new product is even more suspicious than the last.
MAN IN SUIT 2 : Seems to be another donation from the organization.
MAN IN SUIT 1 : Another one? Aw man, they're all over the place these days, aren't they? I don't know what Mam thinks she's doing.
MAN IN SUIT 2 : I dunno...But best thing to do is lay low and do as we're told―Hmm?
MAN IN SUIT 1 : Someone's attacking!? Where are they coming from!? Fight back!
MAN IN SUIT 2 : I know! Don't let them damage the product!
ASSAILANT 1 : Ooh! That bag! I'm gonna take it all!!
ASSAILANT 2 : Dude, this is bad. The bullet hit the bag―
After the shooting eventually ceased - only a black fog was left in an otherwise silent void.
*FLASHBACK*
GUI : We need to learn more about these guns...Are they being distributed through black market channels? If so, who are the people in charge of those channels?
EST : They are an illegal organization called the Bloody Lady, with its roots in the land of pleasure, Graveland.
*FLASHBACK END*
EMMA : ―Everyone. I just received some information from Lannes. About the Bloody Lady and the Primus Club.
CROW : Primus Club? Isn't that a big casino guild?
EMMA : Yep. I heard it's run by the boss of the Bloody Lady.
The Bloody Lady is one of the many underground families recognized in the Graveland. It was known to be the most powerful of them all, until the death of the Boss ten years ago. Since then, the dead Boss' wife has taken over and it has struggled for supremacy.
Primus Club is a casino opened by the dead boss. Under the same name, it is also registered with the federation as a guild.
KAI : A casino run by an underworld boss? That's so shady. Is such a thing even allowed to be registered with the federation?
GRANDFLAIR : I hear that there are many guilds that are under the control of powerful underground organizations. The federation probably figures it's better to keep control over them than to just let them get into trouble.
EMMA : Yes. I know it's not exactly right, but it's more peaceful that way.
GUI : Sounds like a lot of work...
KAI : It doesn't really sit right with me...
EMMA : Usually it's fine, but if the Black Fairies are involved, it's a different story. The federation wants me to expose the real situation. That's what they asked me to do.
NOAH : ...You're adding a lot of work to my life.
CROW : Well, anyway. We can't leave it alone so long as there are guns involved.
EMMA : Okay, so, Intel says that there are members of the Bloody Lady in the Primus Club, but I haven't been able to find out who they are.
SION : Why don't you let the chairman or someone higher up in the chain of command do the job?
EMMA : Well, it's difficult. Even Intel seems to be having a hard time with it. And whenever I've tried to probe them for info, they dodge my attempts easily.
EST : I suppose it is difficult for the federation to get information, considering they don't want to get too involved.
NOAH : They're so unreliable.
CROW : A criminal underworld. If those guys really have those guns, we're in trouble.
EST : "Using black fairies to crush millions of human dreams," what Nanashi said is becoming a reality.
EMMA : ....We absolutely have to stop this.
GRANDFLAIR : But we should be very careful about how we go about it, because if we attack too carelessly, we will inevitably be beaten back.
EMMA : (...It could be horrific if we are too complacent.)
CROW : ... Hey, guys. What's with all the noise outside?
EMMA : What?
? ? : Come on! You little bastard! Pay up!
? ? : Wait, wait, wait! Let's talk about this calmly. There's a very good explanation for this... ah!
CROW & ITSUKI & GRANDFLAIR : ................
EMMA : That voice...Does it sound familiar?
GRANDFLAIR : Hopefully it's all in our imagination... Anyway, let's head out.
MAN WEARING APRON : You've been on the run so long, I finally caught you! You've got some nerve trying to dine and dash at my restaurant!
ROUGE : Hey! I told you! I'll pay you someday, I promise!
CROW : I knew it was Rouge!
ITSUKI : Yes, hi Rouge!
GRANDFLAIR : .....I do not recognize him.
EMMA : Gran. I know how you feel, but you can't escape reality.
KAI : Is that guy laying on the ground an acquaintance of yours?
NOAH : Nah, he's just a piece of trash. Let's get rid of him like we would any other trash.
ROUGE : Hey guys, nice to see you! You guys rushed to my rescue!
EMMA : What are you doing here?
ROUGE : I was just finishing up with some business then I was gonna catch up with you guys. But... If you don't do something, I'll end up in the slammer~!
CROW : Sorry, Rouge. We're a little busy.
ITSUKI : Yeah, we don't have time for Rouge.
ROUGE : What's going on? If you're in a situation where you need help, why don't you take my hand? I mean, take my hand! Please help me!
EMMA : Hey guys, why don't we all just talk this out? Rouge is part of the Moon Wanderers too. I think we should help him out.
ROUGE : Emma, my angel!!!
EMMA : It is not too late to hand you over to the shopkeeper, you know.
ROUGE : Okay, just help me up already!
ROUGE : Hmm...I see. A black fairy gun, the Bloody Lady, and those Primus scrubs.
EMMA : Mr. Rouge?
ROUGE : I might be able to help you with that.
#yumekuro#yumekuro translations#ymkr#ymkr translation#dream meister and the recollected black fairy#Dream meister translations#otome#ch3p1#emma#gui#est#crow#kai#grandflair#noah#sion#itsuki#rouge
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👻 Halloween 🎃
Company A responded to me two weeks ago that they were still figuring the supervisor position out. I give up at this point. The hiring date is in two weeks, I passed up a couple pet sits in hopes of getting it. The last message was that they were doing in person Interviews, but no word on what round they were on or word on the last candidate they wanted.
I have gone full force into pet sitting and doing what I can to market myself. I’m waiting on my business cards to hand out on walks, made flyers to hang up, and have been posting on social media.
I’m on pet sit #3 and have three more booked. I will be raising my rates in the new year as I’ll have some solid reviews at that point.
M and I discussed it and if business picks up enough, I will be going back to school in April and keeping the pet sitting only. His job is covering all our bills, so my income would be for savings. It’s going to significantly delay moving out, but after discussing it with the roommates, they are supportive and not in a rush (seriously so thankful for them).
I was offered some more 1099 jobs (but honestly, if im gonna do a 1099, Rover is much better bang for my buck) and offered a really bad job for really awful pay. They did a mean switcheroo when I got there and had me interview for a totally different position that needed to be filled asap.
Social work in Florida is frustrating. I’m not sure if it’s like this everywhere now or just here. So many case management jobs have moved to independent contractor work. Personal vehicle usage, no mileage reimbursement, putting clients in your car and more expensive insurance coverage.
I honestly don’t know why I didn’t get some of the other jobs I interviewed for, but I think it’s because I’m new to the area and they’re worried I don’t know the resources. (They asked very specific questions about this).
Anyway. Here’s some photos.
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