#( this car has literally been on my mind all fucking day since i saw it skdjfhsd )

[adventuringblind]

She's My Princess

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Daniel Spoils his girl... That's it. That's the plot.

Warnings: Soft dom Daniel, Daddy kink, BDSM, Voyeurism (if you squint), bondage, age-play (again, if you really look hard enough), choking

Notes: This is my happy place, right here. Mildly self-indulgent but all fanfiction is so I don't care. I hope the requester likes it!!

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This side of Daniel is something she sees often. He's a soft person and treats her as such. Dotes on her like she's a porcelain doll.

He zips the back of her dress and ties her shoes. He carries her bag to the car and buckles her in. It makes her feel small, entirely to warm inside.

"I'm sorry we have to go out tonight." His plan had been to ravish her until she couldn't think. Until they got a surprise call from Max saying he's in town for a couple days and wants to get dinner.

It had been over a month since they saw Max last, and Daniel had only said yes after he talked with her about it.

Daniel, still very intent on keeping his promise, has been not letting her do anything for herself all day long. She's been spoiled far more than necessary, but every ounce of insecurity only made Daniel more intent.

"It'll be nice to see everyone!" She assures. "I could care less about what we do as long as you're there."

"How did I get so lucky?" She blushes under his gaze and tries to look away, but Daniel's fingers foil her. "If you're good for dinner, I'll make this whole thing up to you later. Sound good?"

"Yes daddy."

He pats her cheek. "That's my girl."

He holds her hand as they walk inside. He pulls her chair out for her at the table of drivers.

Daniel makes small talk with the guys and the WAGS that had come with. She tries, but her mind is focused on Daniels hand sneaking up her thigh.

She tries to ignore when he rubs a finger over the thin lace of her panties. She's mid-sentence and ends up stuttering, but she manages to pull herself together. Daniel teases her about the blush on her face.

He keeps up his antics until dessert when he slips a finger into her, obnoxiously wet cunt. She, not so gracefully, chokes on her water. She makes not a sound after. It's not like they've never done this before. Daniel's just not making this any easier with the way he keeps calling her a good girl in her ear.

It feels like an eternity until they can leave. When Daniel finally helps her out of her chair and guides her to the car.

The drive home takes an interesting turn when Daniel has her sucking him off while he's driving. He's skilled in multitasking. Specifically in the art of fucking her throat and keeping his eyes on the road.

Daniel paints her mouth white during a particularly long light. She gets satisfaction in knowing this is what she does to him. That he's desperate enough to fuck her mouth while he drives because he can't wait.

The Aussie hauls her into the house and throws her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. Which is quite the compliment in her eyes. Her body, in her opinion, should not be that easy to carry.

"You did so good tonight, Princess." He kisses her, open mouthed and dirty. He sucks on her tongue and makes a whimpering mess out of her.

Her literally rips her dress off. A whispered promise to buy her a new one is said against her chest. Right before he swirls his tongue around her nipple, alternating between each side. His hands press into her upper back, pulling her further into him.

"Daddy, please - need you."

Daniel moves lower and settles between her thighs. He makes a point to blow on her on her before flattening his tongue and licking upwards.

Her hands find his hair. An attempt to ground her thrashing body. It makes no difference. Daniel still has to pin her hard enough to leave bruises.

His teeth graze over her clit. He sucks on her in the way that drivers her insane. Until the only word she knows is his name.

"Daddy - need to - pleassseee-" Her eyes roll back into her head as Daniel double down on his efforts. The permission is non-verbal in the way he taps her thigh a few times, allowing no break.

She releases onto his tongue. It's wet and it's everywhere and Daniel cleans every bit of it with his mouth.

He launches upwards to kiss her. She can taste herself on his shiny lips. He doesn't give her a break. Three fingers are jammed into her and she wails.

"You're doing so good baby girl. Taking everything I give you." The sounds he's making with her pussy are obscene. His fingers curl upward, sending her body spiraling.

A hand puts pressure around her throat. She sucks in as much air as she can, but inevitable her vision starts to go dark. Daniel opens and closes his hand in perfectly timed intervals, keeping her right on the edge of coherency.

"Cum for me princess, you can do it. We've gone for more rounds than this before."

Daniel has to pin her with effort this time around. He doesn't stop talking, the roughness of his voice rings through her ears. "Such a good girl for me. Just gorgeous like this, a right fucking messy slut, aren't you."

Daniel moves off the bed to get the rest of his clothes off. She cries real tears at the loss. Still to disoriented to know where he is. "Oh baby, I'm still here. You feeling fuzzy? Needy for my cock?" Embarrassment and shame are nothing to her as her tongue rolls out of her mouth and her head nods yes.

Daniel ties a rope around her wrists and secures it to the headboard. He chuckles as she watches him with glassy eyes and no resistance, just dead weight as he tries to adjust her position.

It takes entirely to long for Daniel to get inside of her. For her to feel his body pressed against her. His hips rutting into her, desperate and dominating. She couldn't fight him if she tried.

The pace he sets is relentless. The free hand not holding him up is rubbing at her clit. His mouth close enough to to brush up against hers, but he's still talking to her. Keenly aware of what his voice does to her. She's not sure what he's even saying, aside from that she's a good girl; his princess.

His teeth latch onto her throat, biting and sucking away at it until she thinks she might actually be bleeding onto his tongue. "Mine, all mine. My perfect little girl."

His thrusts are getting sloppy. She's been pushed past the point of overstimulated and isn't sure she can come again. "Let go for me baby, I know you can. I wanna feel you tighten around me. Can you do that for daddy?"

She's crying again. She cums so hard that it hurts her muscles. The line between pain and pleasure is blurred once again as Daniel wraps his hand around her throat again, completely cutting off her air.

She's choking on her scream. Barely aware that Daniel is painting her insides for the second time tonight. There are no thoughts aside from him.

Calming down is harder than expected. She's still twitching when Daniel is untying her. His hands caress her sides and praise her until she's able to breathe again.

Daniel carries her to the bathroom and gets them cleaned up. She's entirely to out of it, still partially crying and refusing to let go of his hand.

"Feeling good still, princess?" She hums happily as Daniel tucks them into bed. "Go to sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up."

She curls up on top of his chest. Daniels arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling off him. "I love you, my perfect princess."

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[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 6

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 2.8k Also on AO3

It is stupid really, the little things you do to reassure yourself that this is not the reality. You found an article the second or third day in France whose headline read something like How to tell if you’re dreaming: 5 steps (with pictures) —yes, it’s from wikiHow, so what? Your mind is playing tricks on you so you won’t believe the important sources—, and you have been following it like a ritual ever since. 

For example, it says to always check your environment for distortions, that appearances can be deceiving in the dream world. And although it talks about your house being different from what you remember or objects looking strange, being in a completely different country from where to sleep in seems to fit that description just fine. 

Another step had been to test your strength and abilities, if you can fly or lift extremely heavy objects, you are clearly not awake. You are not ready to admit the number of times you have tried jumping off the hotel bed and levitating without success, but you would say driving a Formula One car is quite a remarkable skill to learn overnight. 

The one stage you had not been able to get past had been to consider other people around you and analyze whether their presence made sense or not. From the beginning you have been surrounded by strangers, Nick and what he calls the team, journalists and other drivers. This combined with the fact that you have not been able to contact your family or friends yet, has made this step the trickiest one to overcome, nobody during these past few days being able to really tip you off.  

That is until you saw the fucking Fernado Alonso strolling into the drivers’ briefing like it was nobody’s business. 

You had never been too interested in Formula One, the races and everything surrounding the sport honestly bored you, but that was one thing and not recognizing Fernando Alonso when he is literally sitting in front of you was a completely different one. Your father would kill you if that had been the case, how could you not recognize the Spanish driver who you had spent countless afternoons seeing your dad and uncles cheering for when you were a child? It made no sense. So, although he now wore a different team’s shirt —the characteristic blue clothes you remember, nowhere to be seen— and had shorter hair, you were 100% sure of who he was.  

The man’s presence alone managing to convince you once and for all that this was not real. 

That is why, now that you are back in the paddock, jumpsuit zipped almost all the way up and a smile on your lips for the camera, you feel somewhat calm. You have made it through a third practice and the qualifying session in one piece, all ready and prepared to fulfill your media duties in front of more strangers like this is an everyday thing. No recollection of the hours you’ve been seated in that deathtrap of a car fighting for P15, not a single memory of the other car whose lap you supposedly impeded, no nothing.  

It is not a good result, you are aware of that, but you are hoping to win a few positions in the race tomorrow and maybe the first points of your career. Well, that is what you are advised to tell the interviewers at least, how the car is working great under these conditions or something like that. You cannot remember half of the script at this point, but you had done well enough when you were under the spotlight. 

Thankfully, Saturday’s activities have finally come to an end, only a couple social media videos left to record and you will be on your way back to the hotel in no time. The garage is almost empty at this hour, a few mechanics hanging around, taking a last look at the car and organizing everything they need for tomorrow’s race. Nothing compared to the first time you stepped inside building.  

The media coordinator is running late, the whole filming crew is. They were supposed to be in the garage before you even finished the media conference, taking some shots of the car and speeding off the process so you could have some rest before tomorrow’s race. And yet, here you are, trying your best not to doze off in one of those uncomfortable highchairs near the screens while Nick tries to sort things out. He had instantly gone in her search when you arrived, muttering something under his breath as he stormed out of the garage. 

It is not like more than ten minutes have passed really, but the jumpsuit and fitted clothes you wear underneath are killing you. You should have changed without permission, get onto some nice clean clothes before they came back. What is the worst that can happen? A person made up by your imagination is going to come and scold you? 

“Oh, you’re still here!” a soft voice wakes you up from your thoughts, your eyes tiredly trailing through the garage to see where it is coming from.  

Must be someone from the team coming to see what the mechanics are doing, the men still fixing things here and there when half of the pack has already gone back home to rest for the biggest even of the weekend. You would feel bad for them were they not literal products of your imagination. 

However, after fighting with your sleepy brain for a bit, you realize that you recognize that voice, your gaze searching with renewed energy for the man in question. What is Charles doing here?  

You find the driver walking into the garage through the pitlane’s door, his red jumpsuit still hanging from his hips and his hair a mess. His tired smile is contagious, your own coming to play on your lips as he nears your seat. You try to pick up the things you had hazardously thrown in the chair next to yours, thinking he might want to take a seat after the long round of interviews he must gone through, but you soon understand he has a very different idea in his mind.  

Before you can even react or greet him with more than a simple “Hi”, the man is pulling you into a big hug, his arms wrapping around your waist as his face comes to hide on the crook of your neck. Charles lets his full weight rest on your body, your highchair giving him the perfect opportunity to do so as he stands between your legs, like he cannot keep himself upright any longer. “Haven’t seen you all day...” Charles sighs into your shoulder, squeezing your body tighter as if he was letting go of all the accumulated stress, slowly relaxing his hold after a few seconds. 

Confusion paints your features, your arms awkwardly resting over his shoulders while you try to figure out what the hell is he doing.  

It is strange, the sense of familiarity that his touch brings you, the way he molds himself to your body as his thumbs draws circles on your lower back making you feel so at peace. You try to push all those feelings down with a frown, patting him on the back and trying to squirm out of his hold.  

The man seems to not be ready to let go off you though, simply relaxing himself in your arms like this is not literally the third time you have ever seen each other. Charles has been nice to you in the few encounters you have had and all, but that does not make this sudden invasion of your personal space any less weird. And it is not like you are alone either, the mechanics moving around the two of you like this is no big deal, not a second glance at the situation you got yourself into. 

“Com'è andata la giornata?” Charles whispers after a while, voice muffled by the collar of your top since he refuses to break the hug.  

What did he say? Did he just... speak in a whole different language? It is bad enough that you are dreaming in English..., this is getting ridiculous. Are you just going crazy in your sleep or something? 

“Hm?” you confusedly answer, both to gain some more time to make sense of what he asked about and to leave room for him to repeat the question. Maybe you didn’t hear him right? Yeah, that must be it. 

Charles chuckles onto your skin “Troppo stanca per rispondere?”, the soft graze of his breath over your skin making you shiver, hairs standing on end.  

What is he doing? Treating you like you are best friends or something when you are not even acquaintances in the first place, and while he keeps talking to you in a language you do not understand, mind you. 

The man finally puts some space between the two of you after the total lack of response, his face emerging from your neck so you can be face to face. Nonetheless, his hands still come to claim a place on each side of you, leaning into your personal space without a care in the world around you. You can’t even get off the chair because he is in the way!  

There is a silly smile playing on his lips while all this thoughts bubble in your mind, his head tilting to the side as he continues “Or have you already given up on Monza?” 

“I guess I have” you manage to respond after the initial shock, the high-pitched tone of your voice betraying your nerves and giving away just how unsure you are of what exactly he is talking about. You make a mental note to look up what this Monza thing means in case he brings it up at some point, or maybe you should simply run away from him if he is going to pulls something like this again. 

“It was too soon anyway,” Charles shakes his head, regarding you with such a soft look that you almost forget he is a stranger, his actions confusing you even further “You’re putting too much pressure on yourself, there’s no rush... We can practice over the break, just study a bit more and we’ll see how it goes” 

And since you are completely lost in the conversation, you decide to give a simple “Okay” as your response.  

You have mixed feelings about the interaction, the bittersweet taste it left behind coming to hunt you when you spot him the next day. Of course you were going to see him, he is a driver and today is race day, but that does not make it any better. You have felt so alone this past week, missing your loved ones locked away within the four walls of the hotel room, that although his proximity had been completely unwarranted and unwanted when he first hugged you, something inside you started missing his warmth as soon as he stepped away. 

Images of yours and Charles conversation keep playing over and over in your mind as you walk through the rows of Formula One cars, back into your race suit while you get through the mass of mechanics and cameras filling the road. The car is already formed up on the grid —yes, you have incorporated some F1 concepts into your vocabulary after all the research—, the prerace activities having finished a while ago and the worse part of the day looming over you. 

Charles is standing at the front, in that area separated from the rest of the road by white barriers, talking with a taller man that you do not remember ever seeing before. The big logo on his chest gives you some clues though, the two bulls facing each other painted on his race suit giving away which team he drives for. A Red Bull driver.  

It is nice to finally understand the whole color coordination stuff between the car and your clothes, courtesy of the hours you have spent behind the screen researching about the sport. There are ten teams with two drivers competing for each one of them, some of their logos easily recognizable while others —like the one engraved on your shirt for example— are impossible to remember. Don’t know half the driver’s names yet still, only had time to search for mister Carlos Sainz’s whole biography after what happened in the drivers briefing. He is also Spanish, a fact that heavily surprises you, either your mind has made this person up or your father talked about him enough that his presence in the sport has stuck in your subconscious. 

You decide not to walk towards the two men when you enter the area, not because of what transpired yesterday between you and Charles or out of shyness, but due to the strange behavior he has been exhibiting since this morning. Not only him, but all the other drivers you had previously met as well. While they all had been overly familiar and playful with you during Saturday’s meeting, they seemed to be avoiding you throughout both the prerace activities and now the ceremony.  

Everyone except for Lewis. 

When you had come out onto the track for the first time that day, made to walk alongside your teammate, Mick, to one of the vintage cars that would be taking you on a lap around the circuit, you had felt fairly uncomfortable. Mick had not uttered a single word to you outside of the meetings and interviews, only ever greeting you when there were cameras around and even then, it was easy to see how forced it was. It is not like Mick was being hostile or rude towards you, his comments about you always polite and short, it felt more like he was indifferent. The driver preferred to keep you at an arm's length if possible. However, even that indifference felt like a slap to the face when you were surrounded by strangers pushing cameras into your space. 

So, although Lewis had his own army of microphones and videographers at his back when he came over to greet you, in your eyes the man looked like your own personal saviour.  

Who could blame you for the way you gravitated towards him later on in the private area? Away from your teammate and those other drivers that had not dared to send more than a tight smile your way when your eyes accidentally met. On the other hand, Lewis had always been welcoming, a source of calmness that managed to make you forget about everything happening around you even if just for a second. 

“I wanted to stay back for a few days, go to a show in Cannes, but then I’d have to fly straight to Hungary...” Lewis complains, arms crossed over his chest as he walks you to your designated spots on the road 

“I can’t wait to leave, honestly” you confess with a chuckle, surprising yourself with the way you are treating the matter of flying from one country to another every week with such apparent normalcy. Well, amid all this chaos, with twenty Formula one cars at your backs and thousands of people watching from the grandstands, taking a flight is one of the most normal things you have experienced so far. 

Lewis lips stretch into a big smile at your outburst of sincerity, his dark eyes crinkling at the sides “I see you didn’t like France at all” 

“It’s not that...” you try to justify yourself; it is not like you had seen much of the country in this past week either, your schedule tight enough as it is to try and also squeeze some sightseeing in there.  

Would Nick have allowed it anyway? The man had kept you on a short leash since day one, only granting you some alone time at night and even then, he knew exactly where to find you. The happiness with which Lewis recounts his trips around France and recommends a few places to visit before you leave on Tuesday, makes you miss that newfound freedom you had experienced during your external practices in Spain, the taste of that amazing adult life they had been promising you since before you started the university. 

Truly, not everything in this new stage of your life had been as incredible as they had portrayed it, those liberties came with harsh responsibilities that you were clearly not handling well. Are you seriously whining about not having time to walk through the beautiful streets of this French city when you would be incapable of travelling here on your own in the first place? You are only ‘here’ because you are living through the longest and weirdest dream you have ever had, this city does not exist, the floor you are standing on is not real and you have most probably made up all that information you have gathered in those sleepless nights. 

And last, but clearly not least, the realization that for some reason overwhelms you the most and marks the rest of the ceremony: Lewis is not real either. 

Next chapter

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Author's note: it's so nice seeing you're enjoying the fic, I hope you liked this chapter as well. Thank you all so much for reading!!

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[thecameronchronicles]

Catch and Release

TW: Mentions of death and murder. Language. Public sex. Smut. Perilous situations. ROUGH sex. Degrading. Spit Spit. 

DARK CONTENT!

SUMMARY: Your existence alongside Rafe Cameron alters tonight as he corners you in the woods. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

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Hii since you literally write enemies to lovers so good, I have an idea:

Rafe and Y/N being enemies... Like they really hate each other and he is constantly trying to actually kill her, but she thinks he's so hot, so she keeps teasing him and making sexual jokes to him and he's pretending he isn't affected by her... So maybe one day they're in the woods and he pulls out a gun and points it at her, saying he'll kill her but she's all smug and says to him "Aww, but I want you to fuck me first..." and she gropes him and he gets all flustered and stutters & she almost kisses him so he finally has enough of her teasing and it leads to rough sex 🖤

Catch and Release

You were the absolute last person he ever wanted to see in the same way he was your first. But for the very same reason. You hated each other. The amount of loathing consuming you both was enough to cause embarrassment for both of your families as you would bicker and toy with each other every chance allowed. If you worked an event, you made it a point to emasculate him and be the reason for his lack of self-assurance. And for you, he would put in word to get you fired from said event. But where he loathed your existence as a pogue with the belief that you were completely useless aside from fixing a car or a drink, you loathed him because of how easily your mind arranged sexual scenarios between the two of you. So where he hated you to death. You hated him all because you just needed a good fuck…

"I've had it!" He suddenly turned to you with the woods, a gun suddenly pointed at your direction as your eyes flared with a blaze. It was a mix of horror and exhilaration as you saw the same mirrored within himself. Just as you had fought to act on all of the times you had been in close proximity, he had fought to allow it. But you had both agreed to help in the search for the missing pogues, prompting you within the forestry, as he risked anyone seeing you, even though you were far enough that nobody would even hear a gunshot between you. And as it should have terrified you, it exhilarated you. 

"You gonna shoot me, Rafe?"

"Don't think I will?" You sauntered closer. 

"You'd really kill the girl who could give you the best head of your life?" He was flustered. Fumbling and stuttering as you smirked. When intelligence eluded him, he optioned for violence, pinning you against the tree, gun beneath your chin. 

"Don't…mess with me…"

"Why would I do that when I'd rather just fuck you?" You teased his lips, all to move past him, managing two steps, before his hand wrapped on the back of your neck. 

"Always wanting to push every one of my buttons to see how far I'll go…calling my bluff…embarrassing me. Well that ends tonight-" He groaned, turning you to face him. 

"Tonight!" He spat as your smirk faded as he pushed you back towards the tree, dropping low enough to tear down your pants, but not allowing you a moment's comfort before wrapping your hair within his fist. 

"You WILL swallow like a good little whore. But for right now…spit-" When you only smirked, stubbornness not fleeting for even a moment, he took hold of your jaw, spitting on your tongue. 

"Spit!" He ordered as you obliged solely for your own pleasure before he turned you back to the tree. 

"Such a fucking slut always saying such dirty things in public. So you're gonna get fucked in public…" He brought the gun back beneath your chin, "Death makes you wanna come?"

"You do…" You groaned as he teased your sex. 

"You won't hurt me-"

"No?" He pulled your hair tighter. 

"Nope. Not when I'm the only one who will fuck you…" You turned to face him, his cock in your hand. "Not when I can quell all those nasty little kinks and I'll even say thank you…REALLY pretty just for you." 

His hand came to your jaw. 

"You think just because I fuck you I won't kill you?"

"There is no other girl who would be willing to ride you with a hot gun in your hand…" You led the weapon towards your sex. "One who would let you use it when you got tired-"

"I don't GET tired-" 

"No? Well I'm tired of talking …so fuck me or kill me, Rafe, either way just do something-" He kept the gun at your clit, small circles made as he thrusted slowly in to you. 

"This what you want, you dirty pogue slut? This cock everything you dreamed of?" He patronized and degraded in the matter of two sentences as you couldn't help but be smart against him.

"Oh, you're inside me? Couldn't even tell, thought you'd be bigger-" To this, you were ravaged. Not once would his lips touch yours as he didn't believe you deserved this. Yet, his breath was at a constant state of teasing this as he was hovering over you. 

"For someone who doesn't feel it, you're sure clenching around it-"

"Fuck!" The sensations of his depth had been enough to silence your side of the banter as he smirked. 

"I like you this way…quiet." He glared as he saw the pleasure he was allowing you. For that. He would lift you just enough until he could rut you into the dirt. Turning you away from him, he kept you pinned flat before bending one leg higher as he penetrated you this way. 

"You're gonna come in the dirt like you should. Where you belong. Then you're gonna use that dirty little mouth to make me come. And you're gonna swallow every last fucking drop until you pay for every one of those goddamn comments." He slapped your ass before pounding into you. One hand would round to your breast, tearing your shirt as he quickened still. Not even moans were intelligible as only whimpers and gasps were able to leave your compressed lips as you pinned your hands into the dirt. 

"You better fucking scream or I'll make it so you won't ever make a sound for anybody else ever again-" 

"RAFE!!!!" 

"COME!" He ordered as you unbuckled those reservations through his thrusts. But before you could bask in that high, you were forced to your knees. 

"Hurry the fuck up. I don't want anyone to know I pitied you long enough to come down your throat." You obliged, quickly making yourself tearful over him as he continued to degree you overhead. 

"So fucking desperate. Covered in dirt, fucked, shaking, and still making me come in your mouth-" You only kept your eyes to him. 

"Better enjoy it, because it's never going to happen again." You ignored this as you saw the deception in his eyes, all while you took him harder, focusing on his tip, and feeling him grip your hair tighter. 

"Yeah, yeah…I'm gonna come. For every drop you don't swallow, you get a nice little slap on that little ass…" You nodded before watching his face contort. 

"I hope you miss every bit." You accepted the challenge, swallowing everything but one single final bit, purposely spitting it. 

"Guess you have to spank me…" You spoke while wiping a tear from your cheek. He turned you, supplying two swift strikes before picking the gun back up. 

"You have ten seconds to run. If I find you, you won't have to worry about an excuse to tell your pogues why you look like this. You'll be dead."

"Ten…nine…" 

But you stayed put. 

"Or you could just fuck me again…"

"Guess you'll find out when I catch you."

"If." You corrected before sprinting in the opposite direction.

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[zeddimusprime]

Trans Man Noah Diaz

The first time I saw Rise of the Beasts, I read Noah as a Trans Man, and that headcanon just solidified after my second viewing.

I’ll get the heavy reasons out of the way first, and work down to the most silly ones.

The section that was here before has been removed, because I was overstepping and someone rightly called me out on it. However. I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t do what I did. I deleted the comment that called me out because it made me feel bad, I panicked, and deleted it to save my own ego. It was wrong, it was cowardly, it was fucked up, and I shouldn’t have done it.

I truly am sorry, and have spent the last day sitting with myself until I stopped trying to excuse my behavior and just acknowledged what I did. I am not asking for forgiveness, I can only try going forward to be the kind of person deserving of it.

For now, I’m taking a break from this blog, leaving it on a queue, and I won’t be posting here for a while. Even though that isn’t the kind of person I want to be, I need to reckon with the fact that that is the kind of person I am. I’m sorry, once again.

1994 was also the year Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was put into place, which, for those too young to remember, was basically a policy allowing queer and trans people to serve in the military so long as they remained closeted, and prohibited superiors from forcibly outing them. Given that we’re never actually told in the film why Noah was discharged, it’s not unreasonable to think that it may have been because he got found out as trans.

The part that’s particularly personal for me is his relationship with Kris. I’ve also got a little brother that’s quite a bit younger than me, and I acted as an extra parent to him, practically raised him since we were both latchkey kids, and yeah, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’d face the apocalypse head on if it meant keeping him safe. All that to say, it’s comforting to think that Noah’s identity as a man is inseparable from his identity as a Big Brother, the way it is for me.

Most of my other reasons are less serious:

Noah wears a lot of layers and baggy clothes on his upper half, which yes, was part of 90s fashion, but it’s also how I dressed for most of my life, even before I realized I was trans.

Noah is also non-toxically masculine in a way that’s not unheard of but also not as common for men, especially service members, of that time period. Again, there may very well be a cultural component I’m missing here, let me know if there is, but this is just something I related to as a Guy Who Wasn’t Raised As One.

This last one’s kinda silly, but I’m a Car Guy, and one of the most gender euphoria inducing things I can do is work on my car. There’s few things that make me feel like Man quite like sweat on my brow and grease on my hands and a purring engine from a job well done. So for Noah to not only be a tech wiz but specifically a Mechanic? That was the thing that really sold me on this headcanon. (And that’s not even getting into the very fun implications of Noah being the one to repair Mirage, to get to know him so intimately, literally inside and out. Very nice.)

(I also love the idea that rather than being weirded out or taken aback at first like he is in some fics, Noah would be kinda weirdly affirmed to find out that not only does Mirage have some of roughly the same *equipment* while still being treated as and being a Mech, but his setup is the norm for Cybertronians. I can so picture Noah anxiously telling Mirage about his situation when they finally get together only for Mirage to be like “you mean other human mechs don’t have a 🐈??? Like, most humans only have one or the other?????”)

#Transformers #Noah Diaz #Trans Man Noah Diaz #Noah/Mirage #Rise of the Beasts #Miroah #TF: RotB #Transformers Rise of the Beasts #Mirage #trans headcanon #also in researching this i was reminded of the existence of Pedro & Me #it's a really good graphic novel by Judd Winick about his friend Pedro Zamora #they appeared on the 1994 season of MTV's The Real World #Pedro was the first positive depiction a lot of Americans got of an HIV+ gay man #he unfortunately died late that same year #sorry for rambling comic books are one of my special interests #anyway it's a good book you should read it if you can

[knipiko]

Dream Girl. || C.B

Summary: Colby couldn’t stop dreaming about a girl of his literal dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of angst, possible smut next chapter

Words: 1,326

Requested?: No

Part one of two

Authors note: This is kinda trashy LMAOO

Proof read?: NOPE.

Love is unexplainable, it has ups and downs and breakups and “just now marrieds”. It has people you met on Tinder or someone you saw in high school. But NEVER, has it been meeting from a dream.

Colby was an everyday influencer, he made millions of dollars off of simply exploring with his friends, he had never been struck down by love more strongly than when he dreamt of a beautiful woman, her hair was so gorgeous, her face was flawless and her lips looked so soft, her skin was a beautiful color and her eyes shimmered with love. She was everything Colby ever wanted, everything Colby needed.

Colby sighed, drifting his mouse on his laptop mouse pad in circles while staring at the video he was editing. He wished he could see that woman besides in his dreams, just to feel her not just in a dream, tell her how much he adores her and how much he loves her while he spins her in circles in some park or in his home, not inside of his mind. Sam hears the annoying sound of bickering from Colby since he’s dreamt of that woman. Colby shuts his laptop right before saving his editing process, which none he made. But one save couldn’t hurt,” SAM!” Colby shouts at his roommate and best friend, (More like a brother than a roommate or friend) Sam,” What?” Sam walks into the living room where Colby was sitting,” Is it that dream girl?” Colby sighs,” Yes, Sam. She's so beautiful!” Colby groans and lays his head on his shoulder,” Get over her, Colby.” Sam puts a hand on his shoulder,” She’s not real.”

That was the last thing he heard before he spaced out, imagining himself with that woman, how her voice sounded like, how she walked, how she dressed, she was just so capturing to Colby it’s like she infected his mind, his heart, and soul. He dozes off, he couldn't hear Sam but what did it matter anyway? He starts waking up in his dream, white glowing walls don’t blind him anymore, he has been here so many times his eyes have properly adjusted to the stinging lights,” Colby?” The woman asks,” Aren’t you supposed to be editing like you said?’” Colby shakes his head,” I couldn't get you out of my head.” The woman is taken aback for a moment,”Obviously, I’m amazing” She says sarcastically and giggles as Colby smiles and holds her close, not being able to feel her breaks his heart. But pretending would have to do for now.

He adored her so much, every video, every day, every second he would be thinking or talking about her, his fans think hes crazy for liking this ‘imaginary dream girl’ but he didn’t care, he was happy. He found someone to love,”Colby we should watch a movie.” Colby looks at her,”What movie?” You pretend to think before smiling,”The Nightmare before Christmas would be a good movie.” You smile with pleading eyes and Colby caves in immediately,”Fine.” He lets go of her, already missing a touch he couldn’t feel.

A familiar shaking and screaming in the ear awakens him from his sleep,”God do you just always sleep all day?” Jake asks,”Sorry, I was just tired.” Jake rolls his eyes and grabs Colbys arm,”Come on idiot, were going to the bar.” Colby walks to the car before getting his phone from the couch,”I am NOT driving.” Sam says,”I’m too tired to drive.” Colby yawns before getting in the back,”I’ll drive I guess.” Jake says,”COREY!” Jake yells for him,”I’m getting out of the house god damn.” Corey puts his hand over the sun to see better before getting in the passenger door,”Drinking at 6pm? Are we alcoholics?” Corey adjusts his beanie before Sam sits in the back with Colby as Colby starts to fall asleep,”Colby wake the fuck up before I beat you with a water bottle.” Jake adjusts his mirror to face Colby to make sure he’s awake.

Sam sighs,”Ever since you dreamt of that girl you just sleep all day.” Sam flicks Colby’s arm as he looks at Sam and rubs his arm,”Shes beautiful.” Corey turns around to face Colby,”You don’t even know her name!” Jake slams the breaks and causes everyone to fly forwards,”JAKE WHAT THE FUCK!” Corey yells at Jake as they argue, Colby sighs and lays his head against the car door and starts to fall asleep, deafening the sounds of shouting. The white walls cover his vision again,”Hey Colbs.” She grabs Colby’s hand,”Hey, I’m back and we’re going to the pub right now.” She looks confused,”Pub? What time is it?” Colby laughs,”Like 6.” He rubs the back of his neck,”In the morning??” Colby holds her,”No pm.” She rolls her eyes,”Still bad.” Colby rolls his eyes and smiles,”Do you think I could eat 7 pop tarts in under a minute?” Colby stares at her for a moment before laughing at the stupid and random question,”I don’t think you can.” Colby hugs her,”I never got your name.” Colby turns his head and faces her,”Y/n.” He smiled,”I like that name, it suits you.” He placed your hair behind your ear,”I know.” Colby blushed as he leaned in into your face, eyes darting to your lips and back at you, he noticed you doing the same and he leaned.

He’s awoken by the car stopping and his friends in the car screaming at him to wake up,”Jesus I’m up!” Sam laughs,”Come on Colby we got drinks to attend too.” They all get out of the car and enter the pub, surprising because it’s only people. Jake grabs Corey’s hand as he was stuck looking at a painting of some girl. They all sit down and share their IDs with the woman attending them before grabbing a couple beers or seltzers from the waiter's plate besides Jake,”Yeah but I think we should go back to the Stanley Hotel.” Sam tilts his drink,”That’s so fucking stupid, I think we should go to the Sallie house again.” Jake suggests as he takes a sip of his lemon water,”We could go to that haunted house in Russellville.” Colby plays with his thumbs on top of the table,”Which Russellville?” Corey asks,”Tennessee, the house where the woman hung herself and her kids?” They all look at each other and talk about which place they should go to for a video as Colby zones out, looking at the tables around him.

And he spots her.

The same woman in his dreams, exact hair, smile, clothing he saw today while visiting her, it was her. He didn’t know what to do, should he say hello? Yes, he should. He should go talk to her, but he was scared. Horrified even but he knew he had to do it. He got up from his seat and walked to her,”Hello, y/n is it?” He asked and she was taken aback,”Colby?” Her jaw dropped before she stood up and hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe,”I have so many questions Colbs.” His heart warmed inside, he pinched himself and felt the stinging sensation of pain. He wasn’t dreaming? He grabs her hips before kissing her on the cheek, both of them laugh out of excitement and surprise,”Is that the dream boy you’ve been obsessing about?” Her friend asked,”My friends call you a dream girl.” She looked surprised,”Ava wait here!” She grabs her friend and shakes her before holding onto Colby’s arm,”Where are they?”

He drags her along to their table,”Guys—“ Colby’s cut off short by Jake,”Did Colby get a girlfriend after 10 minutes of being here?” Colby shook his head. Corey took a sip of his drink,”You know the dream girl I’ve been talking about?” Colby asks and they all nod,”Yea you talked about her non-stop, no offense.” Sam said as he pointed to you. Colby took a deep breath,

“Well this is her.”

#colby brock x you #colby brock x reader #colby brock

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

Lucas asks Billy if he can marry max

High school sweethearts one shot Billy Hargrove x female reader

During dinner you all grow concerned over Lucas who looks like he’s going to pass out from his nerves, wondering why he’s so worked up

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and so much fluff

A/N: I literally wrote this fic as soon as it entered my head as it was too cute not to write it. I’m so glad that people have been liking high school sweethearts enough for me to be able to create a series of one shots. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

“Well she’s finally down” Max gently sighed as she pulled a chair from under the dining table.

“Thanks Max for doing that, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about how she missed her auntie” you smiled at her as you dished a pile of pasta on to her plate. Finally sitting down on your seat next to Billy who pulled you close to his side, gently kissing your cheek as he complimented you on how delicious the meal looked.

“It was no problem, I love Kelly even when she makes me read good night moon for the one hundredth time” Max joked as she twirled the pasta on her fork, she lent into Lucas’s side nudging him with her elbow.

Lucas looked at Max with a questioning look as he watched her mouth turn into a crafty smile. He reached out for his glass, bringing it up to his lips weary about whatever his girlfriend is about to say.

“She’s so cute, she makes me want to have a kid”

Lucas spluttered and choked on his water, regretting to choose that exact moment to take a sip. His eyes grew wide as he processed what she had just said to him.

Billy’s eyes narrowed in an over protective manner, locking Max into his gaze. Biting his lip, trying to compose his words before he said the first thing that came to his mind. She was his little sister (still a kid in his eyes) there was no way in hell was she going to have a kid.

“Maxine no kids till you graduate college or even then! Actually don’t have kids till you’re married” Billy sternly spoke, drawing out each word so that she would get the message. His mouth slightly twitching as he brought his fork to his lips, forcefully swallowing the food down his throat.

Max cringed over Billy’s use of her full name, she rolled her eyes back at him as he was still holding his stern look.

“Okay dad I’ll wait till marriage” she sarcastically muttered back to him

“So Max and Lucas how is college?” You quickly chimed in, awkwardly laughing as you tried to defuse the atmosphere. Saving poor Lucas who was still frozen to the spot still in a complete state of shock over Max’s comment, you were pretty sure that he hadn’t even blinked yet still processing what the fuck just happened.

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, Max and Lucas updated you both about their lives since you last saw them at thanksgiving. Living in California sometimes felt isolating being so far away from Hawkins, but you loved your new life you built with Billy and having a beautiful daughter. Plus Max was only a phone call away.

You developed the unlikely friendship with Max during hospital trips to see Billy during high school. You gave her rides to the hospital, Max at first was standoffish, but could you really blame her? That poor kid has been through a lot in the first few years of moving to Hawkins, fighting monsters who came from god knows where, having an abusive step dad and watching as her own brother got possessed and nearly died. But slowly after a while she warmed up to you, Laughing as you both sang along to her cassettes that you let her play in the car. It wasn’t long before she started coming to you for advice and confiding in you about what had been bothering her that day, she soon saw you as the sister she never had.

This confused Billy at first in his heavily medicated induced haze, but seeing how you two got along warmed his heart.

This still continues to this day, Max will still call you weekly telling you about her life in college or asking you for relationship advice with Lucas.

She was overjoyed when she found out that you were pregnant and swore to be the best auntie to your child. Which explains why whenever Max is around Kelly is always attached to her hip.

“Billy can I talk to you?” Lucas nervously stuttered looking at the ground not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Sure?” Billy questioned as he watch the uneasiness wash over Lucas’s body as he started to shake with his nerves.

Billy got up and pushed his chair back under the table, he walked towards the living room door, his face stuck in a baffled expression confused to what Lucas was about to ask him? Especially in a different room away from Max, didn’t those two tell each other everything? So why was Lucas being so god damn suspicious?

Lucas quickly followed suit still shaking with nerves, the room started to feel like it was closing in as he started to feel queasy.

“Should I be worried?” Max asked you as the two men closed the door behind them.

You shrugged, shooting max a reassuring smile. But you too was asking yourself the same thing

——————————————————————————

“What’s up?”

“Well erm I..” Lucas stuttered feeling sweat pool at the top of his brow. Was the room getting hotter?

“Spit it out kid” Billy looked at Lucas with concern as he started to look faint, his eyes couldn’t keep still as they switched from different areas of the room.

Lucas allowed himself to breathe, trying to compose himself before he asked Billy the second biggest question of his life.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love Max, I truly love her with all my heart. I’m mad about her, I honestly can’t picture a future without her in it, so I want to ask for her hand in marriage?” Lucas asked, finally looking Billy in his eyes. He nervously held his breath awaiting Billy’s response.

Billy’s face relaxed, he chuckled as his face grew into a warm smile. He crossed his arms trying his hardest not to sound too overjoyed for his little sister otherwise he would spoil the surprise.

“Of course”

Lucas released all the tension from his body as he sighed a breath of relief upon hearing Billy’s words.

“I can see how well you treat her and how happy she is when she’s with you. But as much as I like you Lucas, I have no problem with doing something stupid that Y/N won’t like if you ever do anything to hurt her”

“So what did you two talk about?” You asked when the guests left. Looking at Billy with suspicion as you brought the plates to the sink. You saw how visibly relieved Lucas looked when he reentered the room while Billy looked visibly overjoyed, they both pushed off all questions you and max asked them about their talk.

“Lucas asked if he could marry Max”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle out a loud squeal to avoid waking up Kelly. Your lips grew into such a big smile that your cheeks started aching. You were so happy for them both, remembering the day Billy proposed to you.

———————————————————————————

“Hello?”

“Y/N he proposed! Can you believe it? Oh my god I can’t stop shaking. I’m going to be Max Sinclair, oh my god!” Max squealed, her voice raising in pitch with each word, that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

“I’m so happy for you max” you beamed feeling your heart swell over their young love

“ I wish you could see the ring Y/N it’s beautiful, I still can’t believe it”

You chuckled at her giddiness as it reminded you of how you felt when a beautiful diamond ring was placed upon your finger.

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“Well Max said yes”

“I knew she would, they’re both crazy about each other, reminds me of us” Billy smirked as he pressed his lips to yours into a soft gentle loving kiss.

“Looks like Max doesn’t need to wait much longer to have a baby” you joked laughing as you saw Billy groan, rolling his eyes at you.

“Y/N don’t even joke about that”

A/N: did I purposefully leave our details of the reader and Billy’s proposal just so I can write a one shot about it? I’ll never tell ;)

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #stranger things billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x yn

[fuck-customers]

[LONG POST...sorry. 🥲]

This is a fuck management post.

I was a manager at a HUGE, multi-level, well-known retail store that was closing stores all around the US & currently only has 3 stores left in 2023 (thank fuck; they don't deserve to exist with their employee policies 🖕🏻 iykyk).

I had to open the store at 5am, so I had to get behind the wheel around 4:20ishAM coz of big city traffic, etc.

Around 4:35-4:40AM-ish (I think; maybe not, but I'm p sure), just to illustrate how close I was, I was coming up to the light which was the left turn across a bunch of lanes to get onto a side road that was parallel to the road to the highway. This side road had a right turn *immediately* into the plaza to the store. I was literally *RIGHT. THERE.* I COULD SEE THE STORE FROM THE LIGHT!

...And I got into an accident.

A bad one. I totaled my car. Like, half of my car looked like a compressed slinky toy. I had to be pulled out of my window. Ironically, the other car only had one, tiny scratch of my cars paint on it. Lmao. 💀

A police car was right across the road & saw, so they popped over & called it in.

I called my manager from the ambulance. The EMTs said the other person was fine, but could go to the hospital if they felt like it for reassurance. She chose not to. I was relieved, coz I had been worried about her & she refused to speak to me when I asked her if she was okay several times... 🥲 They told me I had to go to the hospital & put a c-spine collar on me just in case (nothing serious; just a precaution).

So it's now 4:55-5AM-ish & I panic-call my boss while I am in the ambulance on the way to the hospital coz I was the only one opening the store & it should be opened & cashiers should already have their tills & such right about now!

I tell her I got into an accident at said light & my car is totaled & I'm in an ambulance on the way to [x] hospital.

She pauses for what felt like an hour, but was probs only a few seconds, then says in the most annoyed tone, "Soooo... are you not gonna be able to open the store, then?"

I was kinda shook. I have been in the position of needing to fill shifts when people call out. I know it's stressful. Espec in tight spots like this where one person is doing a lot & others jobs depend on that person doing those things & you have to replace the person doing those things. I GET IT. But there wasn't even stress in her voice; just annoyance.

Me: "No... No, I'm going to the hospital. I'm sorry."

Her, more annoyed: "And you're not coming in after getting checked?"

Me, trying to hide my disbelief: "...no. I'm sorry."

I heard her sigh in even MORE annoyance & make the "ugh" noise away from the phone. Then she paused for a bit before taking a deep breath & saying, "Okay." & quickly hanging up before I could say anything back.

Let's jump ahead a tiny bit.

It was christmas season. At this chain, you were allowed 3 absences per year, doctors notes included. Even if you had doctors notes past those three, it didn't matter. 3 was the limit. Then you're fired. I mean, it's unofficial. But everyone knows & you are explicitly told & drilled on that on your first day that 3 is the limit, regardless of dr's notes or medical conditions or whatever you're going through. And since I was in Florida, an "at will" state, they do not have to tell you why they're firing you. And if they don't specify, you can't take them to court over anything unreasonable or not in the contract you signed.

Regarding my own 3 absences, my first was taken by me being sick with bronchitis. My 2nd was forced on me. I still had a bronchial cough, but was not contagious thanks to meds, the one sick day & consecutive days scheduled off. The manager above me still told me I needed to go home because it would "scare customers". (This was MANY years before covid, mind you.) My third absence was this car crash.

I figured as soon as they saw pics of the car crash, they would understand. I literally had no choice. They were human beings & could make exceptions for more extreme circumstances. The ER dr gave me a note, personalized with a brief explanation of my injuries & that I would have been unable to be at work or perform my tasks with the injuries I had so my manager would understand, since they never took me seriously.

Surprisingly, they didn't fire me. I was shocked. But what I didn't take into account was the fact it was leading into December. I have worked MANY retail jobs & if you have, too, you know leading up to Christmas for retail is... hell. All hands on deck. Idky I didn't think about that. Ig I was just so relieved to have my job still.

I got through Christmas & worked as hard as I could, trying to make up for the car crash incident.

But then New Years came.

I worked my ENTIRE shift on New Years without anything being abnormal... only to go put my till up in the back to be counted an hour before close, coz I wasn't closing manager, & I got stopped before walking out of the back room by one of the managers above me. They told me to follow them to HR. I immediately thought I was in trouble with HR & someone had filed a complaint about something, but I couldn't think for the life of me anything I could have done over the ENTIRE TIME I had worked there.

There were 3 of them in there. 2 of the upper management (one that worked the floor near me that I knew well & another that worked in another department that I didn't know too well) & HR. I didn't know HR at all (only met her maybe twice), but those 2 managers had tormented me the entire time I had worked there.

They told me to sit down. And they fired me in the most humiliating way possible with no hesitation. Granted, I had had a TON of retail jobs & animal-related jobs (ie: grooming) prior to this & this was my first time (and last, so far) ever being fired so I didn't (and still don't) really know what is "normal" for bosses to say to me when I'm fired, so maybe this was a normal firing for someone like me, but in that one experience, it FELT absolutely humiliating.

They said something at the end when I was walking out the door, half-trying to mock-make me feel better & half outwardly mocking my intelligence, saying, "Don't worry! I'm sure you'll go on to do....... well, you'll go on!" And they all laughed. (He was about to say "great things" & made his retracting those two words VERY purposeful & evident.) As I turned back around to continue leaving, they said something a little hushed, while looking towards me, as I stepped fully out the door. As I started to turn into the corridor, they all three BURST out laughing VERY loudly, as if at a club with loud music. Then they started talking amongst themselves. About me. I was down the hall, so I couldn't hear what they were saying... just my name & laughter. Over & over between unintelligible words until their voices receded entirely as I grabbed my bag & ran to my car, not saying goodbye to anyone.

Mind you, in regards to them making the mocking "you'll go on!" comment, I'm actually a medical student. I'm *book* smart; I'm not *common sense* smart. I say this ...gently... coz it wasn't my first choice & I only did it after over a few months of being there & really realizing this was happening after being stopped every few sentences & asked "what?/what does that mean?" or "are you making words up again?/you made that word up! [laughs]". But I did have to actively "dumb down" my vocab, so to speak, (idk a better way to put that ugh sorry. That sounds so gross) when I went to work because my coworkers never understood the normal way I talk with my normal words, except 2 of them, so they probably thought that was how I normally spoke, too. They were all VERY common sense "smart" & I am VERY common sense, er, "dumb" lol... So we definitely were different types of intelligent. I think all of that combined made them think I wasn't ANY type of intelligent & they belittled me *a lot* for that, since a lot of retail is common sense related. There are SO many different types of intelligence & it was painful to just be stuck in one box every single day & belittled & tormented for not being *that* type of intelligent while being surrounded by everyone who is exactly that.

But lo & behold, getting fired was actually the biggest blessing ever, as that was the most toxic environment I have EVER worked in (all of this just scrapes the surface; this place even drove me to an unaliving attempt once & I would be SHOCKED if I were the only one who was a victim of company policies and the way they were enforced in this way). On top of that, the store was one of many that were in another wave of mass closures across the US shortly after I left. It also allowed me to finally see that I was in an abusive situation with my ex-fiance & get the strength to leave him. So it was one of those really great things disguised as a bad thing lol. Me being with my ex explained why I was putting up with what I was putting up with at work, as I normally have a very loud, dominant personality & I *never* let people walk all over me or say shit without my voice being heard. ESPEC not shit like THEY were saying. I was the exact opposite person when I lived with my ex... so it makes sense that I wasn't myself at work, either, & didn't stand up for myself like normal.

But regardless...!

Fuck that one manager on the phone for being annoyed at me that I couldn't open the store bc I had to go to the hospital after a completely accidental car crash.

FUCK *ALL* the managers at that store, which doesn't exist anymore, for tormenting & belittling me the ENTIRE time I was there.

Fuck the company itself for the ridiculous amount of unrealistic policies they hold their employees to, including 3 sick days a year with no dr notes allowed.

BLESS tf outta the cashiers, coz they were the best ever & put up with such intense rules & bs from the company itself, not even mentioning management above me. Cashiers were the real heros of this store & company in general. 💙

But also? Fuck me for putting up with everything I did put up with. 🥲 Lol.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #tw:

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

What would you consider the best, most reliable, low maintenance car? Bonus points for affordability. After having to take my 2011 Corsa to the garage for the fourth time this year due to a faulty temp sensor (this car just runs on a constant fever I swear. I'm in the UK for goodness sakes it shouldn't get that hot!!!), I'm curious as to whether there are any cars that don't have expiry dates outside of carefully maintained classics.

Well someone's not read my shooting brake post that thoroughly eh! :P

Jokes aside, I've touched on reliability a couple of times so those could be interesting reads for you, but I can tell you that, you'll hear it a lot, Toyota Land Cruisers are usually what you see when a dozen people need to cross a desert and camels aren't an option. And I cannot talk about the durability of old Toyotas without bringing up a piece of television that has been burned into my mind from when I was six or seven to this day and has never faded or faltered in clarity for a single of the seconds between them. Like, genuinely, you go pay me a visit eight years since I last saw it to hit me with a trick question about shot composition details and as you open the door shouting it you walk in on me losing my virginity and I shoo you away yelling "Piss off with your trick questions, I'm getting laid here".

But in terms of advice that is more actionable for you, I would as noted in other posts advise Toyotas and Hondas, and by extension Toyota's luxury brand Lexus (but please don't consider this advice against anything else, especially because these brands, Toyota and Lexus especially, have in some contexts developed a bit of a premium due to their reputation). And I know what you're thinking: "Mate I've a Corsa ya think I could get me a Lexus?" And the answer is yes. And other positively splendid pieces of kit.

I mean, you can find yourself plenty of first generation Lexus LSs in various states of rattiness, and one of those most famously did literally a million miles so I'm pretty sure you're going to be good on that front.

...but if you're not in the extremely lucky position of ULEZ compliance not being a dealbreaker, while looking for those, I also found some second generations...

...and I saw an ad for a third generation, and you know when you see an item and a price and you go through the description just to find out what the deal is and as you comb through you slowly realize that the part where they explain how this is not actually a functioning, usable product isn't there you start whispering "what the fuck? what the fuck?" and you put your hands in your hair and- yeah this is that level. Like genuinely I do not CARE if you were not asking purchasing advice and are not interested in changing your car you go phone your insurance for a quote and if it is anything below "This insurance price will actually ruin my life" you go click on that "Buy it now" button before someone else does.

But of course you may want a smaller car, what with coming from a Corsa and all that. Well, if that's the case, there's a little beauty that you're going to love love, and needs no TLC you and my help can't tackle. Remember my kei sportscars post? Well guess what it just so happens to turn out:

(if you are actually interested in getting a new car but have requirements these don't fulfill don't hesitate to drop me a line, there is little I love more than window shopping car ads and I have plenty other great ideas. If you want a new car you are going to end up with something cool whether you like it or not.)

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#reliability #lexus ls

[rinhaler]

Yo! im back again. I saw ppl really liked the step daddy gojo and uncle nanamin camgirl au idea, and now i raise you: pornstar au!

set of porn videos with uncle nanamin and stepdaddy gojo that evolve into videos featuring guest stars like toji or geto or choso (and, curiously enough, sukuna) Till eventually theres a christmas special where they gangbang you. (or “stuff your stockings” as they call it here. yeah its as cheesy as one might expect with gojo lol)

The videos leading up to it have different ‘plots’, such as:

-sneaking out against gojo’s orders to go out with your friends late at night. After all, youre an adult, he cant tell you what to do. While yall are out on the streets literally every car looks like your stepdaddy’s car which makes you on edge the entire time. Until you actually see gojo pass by you guys, and uncle nanami is sitting in the car next to him. they both stare at you as they pass by (picture that zoolander meme but nervewracking and kinda exciting?)

long story short, gojo texts you to get your ass back home. You do as he says, and him and nanami punish you as they see fit

-Gojo rearranging your guts later during the day when you decide to get all dolled up and wear a cute but revealing outfit when the other men come over for bbq. Whatever you were planning worked, because you saw them eyeing you the whole time. Unfortunately for you, this didnt go unnoticed by gojo 👀

-wearing an excuse of a string bikini and standing over nanami, whos sunbathing on the recliner chair, asking him if he can pretty please help rub some sunscreen on your back (spoiler: it wasnt just your back that he ended up “””putting sunscreen”” on)

-this specific plot has been on my mind since 2020, but attending online lectures while getting plowed/eaten out, and having to hold back from moaning when youre unmuted. When you are muted, however, youre making all sorts of pretty noises. could be nanami or gojo

-hanging out with megumi and fucking his dad somehow without him noticing. Like toji eating you out while ur bent over the counter. Megumi walks in, but he cant see whats going on bc ur behind the counter. Toji, however, doesnt stop. If anything he starts doing MORE, teasing the fuck out of you knowing you cant make any noises.

Megumi asks if you’ve seen his dad, you choke out a “N-no, maybe hes in thehhh the backyard” He gives you a weird look, says okay, and then leaves the kitchen. the SECOND you hear the back door shut you let out a stream of moans for toji, whos very pleased by this whole ordeal

-This one is just straight up asking toji and geto to tag team you. And they do so, gladly. They take pictures, too

Theres definitely more but thats all i can think of at the moment. This was a super long ask, but i think you’ll enjoy it.

toodles! :))

-🐚🩷🍬

omg sorry I took forever to answer this one I had NO idea where to start but you ate as always I love all of these. My favourite (unbiased for daddy toji ofc) the kitchen one with him EEEEEP the thought of having to try so hard to be quiet until he's out of ear shot HNNNGGGGGNGNGNGNNGNG hrrrruddhudfhusddhummmmmmmm brain is short circuiting I'm gonna d i e

these are all so good though omg you churned these ideas OUT u should write if u have a writing blog :P

#💌 — luxe mail #🐚🩷🍬 anon

[vikings-til-valhalla]

To anyone who thinks this blog supports antisemitism

This is a story I've wanted to share for a very long time now. I do NOT support antisemitism in any form. I will staunchly defend my Jewish friends, and family, as literally ALL my childhood friends growing up, and my mom's side of the family, are Jewish. All of them. I was the outlier as someone raised in a nonreligious household. I saw nothing wrong with this, nothing awkward, and loved my friends as siblings, and my extended family as close people to myself.

One day, as an adult, I'd been very suicidal. I've since gotten help, and started therapy, and I'm ok now. But before this, I wasn't ok at all.

Wearing Mjolnir, as I did every day, and blasting Viking metal, I drove out from my house to the local Quick Check (a 24 hour store in America), and decided to cheer myself up with comfort food.

However, as I drove past, I saw a car parked on the side of the road, against the bridge. And there, I noticed, was my neighbor from a few houses down, peering over the bridge. He is a Hasidic Jewish man, who always wears a Yamaka, has a thick beard, and raised all his children the same way.

Immediately, I realized, what if he, too, decided to end his life? He did recently lose a son, just a year ago.

I quickly pulled into the store, turned around without a doubt in my mind, and drove back to the bridge, turned off my music as I understood that could be triggering, and pulled up behind his car. Calmly, I walked out, and asked him, "Hey, are you ok?"

The man smiled at me, turned around, tears almost dotting his eyes, and gave a nod. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. I just like to watch the cars below." He pointed to the turnpike below us.

I smiled back, and nodded. "Ok. I just wanted to make sure," I said. "I know how difficult things can be." Not sure what compelled me to say that last sentence, but I said it anyway.

The man nodded, and looked at me, an obvious Norse pagan, and just smiled. "Thank you. I'll be ok, though. I promise."

Nodding, I told him to have a nice day, and enjoy the cars, then I went back into mine, turned around again, and went to get my food.

I never saw him on that bridge watching cars again. In fact, I never saw him again after that, and thought he'd moved with his family.

That was about 3 years ago now.

Tonight, I went to get dinner at Quick Check again. But at the same one, I pulled up to get mac and cheese, and suddenly, there he was. After 3 years, I'd seen the man again. He headed for the door, as I wore a Tyr rune pendant this time, and he was obviously hesitant as I rushed past him. But I didn't hesitate as I opened the door and smiled at him kindly, and allowed him through first. I'm grateful to know we both survived. That HE survived. I don't know if he remembered me or not, but I sure never forgot about him.

And I'm just glad we both made it, no matter our struggles. Years later.

Never forget where kindness and understanding can take not yourself, but most importantly, others. Always be kind. Always choose love and support.

Care about others. Love others. And fuck antisemitism.

#tw suicide mention #mun is a viking

[scum-belina]

While dealing with covid I still have to do my usual routine of filling up water jugs since I've not had running water in two years due to ruined plumbing neither my mom nor I can afford to fix. Can't even try to save up for it at this point because we still have over $2000 in property taxes to pay on our small lot which is insane, and I still need to get new tires desperately. The stress and worry were already making me sick I didn't need covid on top of it.

But now whenever I go to my neighbors rose's to fill up jugs, I often get harassed by my other neighbor Lupe who according to Rose is jealous of how close I am with her. She treats Rose like a mother figure and Rose is and grandma figure to me and I'm just??? Leave me alone??? Rose has INSISTED I fill up my water jugs or do laundry at her place any time. She told me even when she's not home to just use her spare key she hid on her porch and come on in and fill up.

Last week before I even got sick, I was there filling up while Rose was gone and Lupe stormed in and demanded to know who was there (like she didn't recognize my car she drives by every day???) And then demanded to know why i wasn't wearing a mask in Rose's house (this woman doesn't give a shit about masks, she just wanted to start shit with me. Also I literally had one in my car I was heading back to out on before she stormed in.)

I told Rose about it and she was pissed bc she had already told Lupe to leave me alone, which is bizarre because I literally do nothing to Lupe. Last time I saw her was a year ago and we always got along and had a good time at rose's. But now I've been told she views me as a threat and wants to accuse me of taking advantage of Rose even though Rose herself is of complete sound mind and I would never do that to anyone. Hell I'm embarrassed and ashamed as hell to have to fetch my water from other people.

It's humiliating and tiring. Sometimes I have to fill up 30 gallons multiple times a week, carry them to my car, then carry them to my porch, then into my house. My arms be strong as hell tho ngl. Anyways Lupe had her ex husband cover rose's outside faucet last year (WAY before freezing weather season, so I guess even then she was trying to give me trouble) where I couldn't use it easily at all, so I gave up and started going inside, now that I'm sick and won't go in her house I asked Rose if I could uncover it all and she said absolutely and don't even worry about covering it back up.

The thing is that I'm already so low. I can barely get any lower in life than I am. So why harass me over getting water??? It's not even her fucking property. Rose told her I'm trusted and allowed to come and go as I need and please and I think that's pissed her off even more.

There's evidence that Lupe might be hoping to get rose's money, home, and car,once she dies, but I know Rose and that's not her will at all. She said Lupe makes her uncomfortable bc she does things to rose's house without her permission like changing her curtains and furniture??? WHO DOES THAT

Lupe also has a trait that has always troubled me where she seems to be a self-hating Hispanic. I've heard her say the most vile things about other Hispanic neighbors that literally do nothing wrong??? Like one time she saw some hanging out their laundry on a cloudy day and was like "typical dirty wetbacks" and I was like "wtf girl that's horrible to say. i've had to do that before too don't hate on someone for doing what they have to do"

she has a son, his gf and another kid who live with her and most of them are on disability so she be reaping their checks and when she first moved right across from Rose last year, she and her crew IMMEDIATELY made Rose get sick bc they weren't cautious around her at all, so her trying to make me feel bad like I was TRYING to make Rose sick even though Rose wasn't even there and I told her I wiped any door or faucet handle I touch down with alcohol before I leave, is alllll bullshit. She's been stewing to find fault with me for months and that was her chance and it failed big time with me AND with Rose later that day.

It's so bizarre. To me, Rose is a nice grandmotherly in her own odd way neighbor. I visit her and we talk about anything and everything. Even before I needed water I would go over there just to hang out and get out of my own head for a while. But it's not like I go over there or talk to her every day. Why am I such a threat to someone like Lupe. I really don't get it. Her and her crew have being doing so much more to harass me and it's got me so grieved and scared. I just want to live in a better place.

Even when I go to my maternal grandma's, other relatives will mock or harass me for filling up jugs or doing laundry there. And my maternal grandma has well water so she doesn't even pay a damn water bill. Like, why kick me when I'm already down? It's not like I just sit around and do nothing. I do everything I can to earn money with odd jobs but have had no luck on getting a decent job or even part-time job. It devastates and humiliates me. I cry myself to sleep more often than not at my whole life situation. I don't need anyone else to make me feel worse than I already do.

I understand if you said or thought "I ain't reading all of that". I really do. This is a rambling mess. I just needed to vent out a little bit of that stupidity that's been going on recently in my life. I'm so tired and scared all the time.

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

So, youngest sibling and I have “sister dates” that started before they came out and we’ve just never called the “dates” anything else. But basically it’s just the two of us alone together and we do whatever youngest sibling wants about once a month. Lunch but we play on our phones half the time? Fine. Watch the entire How to Train Your Dragon franchise in a weekend? Been there, done that. They binge watched all of vampire diaries and the originals and wanted to start in on Legacies, about…six months ago? but that’s the only real hard no I’ve ever given. Our relationship is mostly built on the fact that I want to be in the same room as people but not actually interacting (I’m lonely but socializing is exhausting) and as long as youngest is being left entirely to their own devices, they don’t actually care.

Now. I work in construction, and before that I worked in the motorcycle industry, so like. I’ve spent the last 12 or so years working predominantly with men. (The few women that I have worked with are honestly pretty awesome, but this isn’t about them.)

The point is that when dudes get comfortable because they think you’re a “bro” or the forget your not actually one of “the guys” or they see micro aggressions and their dad mode kicks in…it’s actually pretty helpful.

So, me and Youngest are kind of wandering in the downtown are of our city (there were a few sport bars between the restaurant we ate at and where I was able to find free parking) and a random dude grabbed youngest siblings hand and was just sort of holding it…like clearly turned about, stuck his hand out to introduce himself, and youngest is being polite and shakes the hand. And then Dude did not let go.

Now. I personally know, because I’ve had it explained to me by a biker with three daughters, that the trick is to (as the male) take your free hand and trap the woman’s hand between the palms and start giving vague compliments or continue whatever conversation was going. Because the idea is that a woman will feel impolite or as if she’s not being accommodating if they take their hand back where a man normally would.

The bikers point was that he saw me being uncomfortable because someone wouldn’t let go of my hand after a hand shake and made a point to tell me about this specific “trick” and ever since then I’ve made it a point to rip my hand away quickly and violently if necessary (some men believe in a firm hand shake that actually hurts, but some do try the actual trick and I make a show of ripping my hand away, tuck my hand behind my back, and then smile and carry on the conversation as if nothing happened…no actual data if better treatment actually happens…)

Anyway! Youngest and I are meandering back to the car but we’re both kind of on our phones and a guy who is clearly part of the spill out crowd from a sports bar has…captured my sibling, who was having a “female” day.

And I get about ten feet before I realize that Youngest isn’t beside me anymore, look up from my phone, turn, and realize that not only is the most socially awkward person I’ve ever met in my life stuck in the Polite Handshake Trap, but it’s literally right outside a bar where a bunch of spots dudes are clearly wanting to get i.

My best description of the feeling that came over me was along the lines of “Absolutely The Fuck Not” and like…my fingers were tingly, my gut clenched up, and everything just sort of…narrowed into just the clasped hands…that was the physical sensation.

What I actually did was storm over, slap the top hand of the hand shake (which was his) grab my sibling, scream “she’s FIFTEEN” in his face (I remember this part) and then proceeded to angry drag my sibling for tow blocks and an ally shot cut. (That part I don’t remember…in my mind we got to the car immediately)

Anyway. The handshake trick has been adequately explained to youngest. Solutions have been discussed. Also I’m not allowed to yank on or pull my sibling that hard/fast ever again unless it’s an actual “shit is on fire” emergency ever again. So.

#absolutely do not fuck with my family #things that happen at home #guess where we’re not going for at least a year #that restaurant was really good too #like actually good gluten free options which was the whole point of going #I’m not confrontational but like #I have a solid limit

[drybranmuffin]

tagged by @cosmicrhetoric to share my top ten films... i am possibly the worst person to share my taste in cinema. but you asked for it babe i’m sorry i warned you. in no meaningful order, here we go:

1. WEIRD: the al yankovic story (2022): saw this movie the night it came out (11/4) and am STILL thinking about it. it’s (guess what) a really uh, strange film and not at all what i expected--or actually kind of wanted??? bc i do really like Actual “Boring” Al--but i thought it was a lot of fun!! and the re-records are fantastic. the entire rocky road scene makes me so happy.

2. baby driver (2017): hey look i know i know half this cast is absolutely terrible and they should’ve gotten run over with a car in real life but the first time i saw this movie i was in kansas visiting my freshman college roommate for her wedding and it was only like. the third time i’d ever been stoned and it was incredible. literally was the most incredible and life changing experience. made me want to become a stunt driver. i cannot legally operate a motor vehicle at 24 so that isn’t happening but it was a nice feeling while it lasted.

3. dead poets society (1989): i rented this movie the first weekend at college--literally got a library card just to check out the physical DVD copy of this movie because i did not have netflix yet. i was so dramatic and 18 about majoring in something i didn’t want to do, at a college i didn’t want to be at in the first place, that watching dps immediately made me cry. also mr. keating’s little speech of “Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing” haunts me every day.

4. how to survive a plague (2012): idk if this counts but this is my favorite documentary. it always makes me cry but i think it is such an important and informative documentary. but also it tells the whole story of all the people involved so well. like the way people’s voices stop appearing as voiceovers as the years go on. like you MISS THEM you FEEL the loss of all those people from the queer community in the 80s and 90s. it’s just so fantastic.

5. rocketman (2019): i don’t think i can accurately describe how much i love this movie. elton john is such a cornerstone of my childhood and feeling at home. and the performances in it are so incredible. i watch the crocodile rock scene whenever i’m close to losing my mind. it contains curing and healing properties.

6. glass onion (2022): not to be like i finally watched a modern, relevant movie and fuck people were right it IS GOOD but. guess what i watched a modern, relevant movie and fuck people were right it was very good and i had a lot of fun watching it. also blanc’s outfits made me feel so goddamn envious. the linen pants COME ON!!!

7. ghostbusters II (1989): not to say i don’t also love gb1 but the the “higher and higher” sequence, baby oscar, sigourney weaver being a cellist, “boys, you’re scaring the straights.”, “no, i believe it's one of the fettucinis...”, like c’mon. this movie is amazing. okay i’m realizing that i really need to make you watch ghostbusters II with me. even if you haven’t seen the first one i don’t care we’re watching the guys imply that egon has fucked the goo.

8. groundhog day (1993): okay so maybe i’m just a guy that really likes a certain era of bill murray movies??? ironically this is a movie that, i’ve found, i can really watch again and again and again. like: credits roll, start it again. andie macdowell’s blue coat has been on my mind since i was eleven and saw this movie for the first time. i love the town it looks so delightful--and actually was reminded a lot of it when i was in vermont recently--but it has destroyed me to know that the set was not in punxsutawney but actually somewhere in illinois... boo.

9. beetlejuice (1988): i’m saying beetlejuice as a stand in for like all tim burton movies from 1982-1993 (& like, two in 2005). but i remember watching this movie as a kid and literally not being able to regurgitate the plot at all. like, jump in the line is playing and i’m like “i have no idea what anyone’s name is and don’t know what’s going on. but that lady’s dress [barbara] was nice!!” haven’t changed much but now i at least know what’s happening. also: know that me listing this movie is also me saying that anything danny elfman touches is amazing and i love the soundtrack to this movie so much i wrote a paper on it in undergrad [music in film class] and made my professor read ten pages about the genius of danny elfman making the film’s main melody motif be three. notes.

10. barbie as rapunzel (2002): best for last. i don’t need to explain myself here. the movie is like: 20 minutes of experiencing the horrors of both servitude and otto, 5 minutes of the best dress montage of your life, 10 minutes of being like “oh my god is the prince really that stupid?”, 10 minutes of “yes, he is...”, 15 minutes being confused by the romantic pasts of the kings and gothel, 15 minutes of family therapy between two talking dragons, and 3 minutes of crying over “I know Rapunzel's secret. She painted what she dreamed.” “When you do that you’ll never be wrong.” and it deserved an oscar.

#personal #isha i'm so sorry #also this tag game is SO OLD i will let it die here unless you feel so inclined to do it yourself... #also yeah i had to put a read more bc i can't shut up ever apparently and wrote reviews for all of them #man i'm SORRY #*

[chocolate-failure]

Bruh, what kinda demented shit is this?? Dig literally thinks I hate him because I didn't take a ride from him..

So let me explain cuz holyhell is this a wild thing to say given the circumstances.

So my car is old, like really old. Like I didn't need to do my emissions this year to register my car old. Of course that means maintenance for it can be difficult especially because there's a lot of condensation where I live and because of work it ends up sitting for months at a time. It's been acting up a whole mfkn lot lately, a lot of sputtering, ticks, and whining. So I take it to get fixed and it requires like $3,000+ in repairs but that's beside the point. My car is fucked up.

So I drive up there and ask dig to give me a ride back. I leave before him and accidentally leave my phone in the car when I get out. I'm talking to the dudes there and they're super helpful, one takes me a ride to show me the issues the car has with the sounds it's making and what those sounds mean. During this time dig arrives and I see him in the parking lot across the street. I talk to the dudes for another few minutes and met up with dig to go back home.

Dig's incredibly cold to me the entire ride which he initially says there's no issue. I have to apologize to him for him to tell me the truth because it's obvious he's upset and I don't know why. Ends up when he got there he saw that my car wasn't there and thought I had left which caused him to get upset and message me but of course because I left my phone in my car I didn't get the notif. By the time I got my phone I had noticed him and I was fairly certain he saw me since both me and my car are in his direct field of sight.

He was mad because I didn't respond to him, but I didn't know he sent me anything and I'm literally talking to other people and not thinking about checking my phone. He probably ended up waiting 15 minutes upon arrival so that's why I apologized, I felt like I had wasted his time and he made it very apparent that I had done just that. So I made my mind not to ask him for a ride when I go to get my car. I just got laid off and am not in a great mental space as far as stress management goes so I felt like I wouldn't reliably be able to keep him updated if he did end up giving me a ride.

Saturday I go to pick up my car. I'm having a pretty goddamn horrible day so far and I was really trying not to but fuckin christ.. idk I just wanna be dead. Dig isn't home when I get the call to pick up my phone and even if he was I wouldn't have asked him for a ride. I both didn't want to repeat the events from Friday and also had a terrible gym day so I wanted to get the exercise. The car place isn't far at all, maybe a 13 minute walk. It's drizzling a little but I'm used to it pouring rain everytime I go for a walk. Idk what that's about but it happens to me often. Probably 3 times a week last year I'd get rained on during my spring time walks/runs. I knew I shouldn't have cut through the grocery store parking lot but I really wanted to get back home quickly so I could throw up all the food I ate in the last 20 or so minutes before I left to get my car.

Dig intercepted me in the parking lot to give me a ride cuz I guess he was out grocery shopping and that's why he wasn't home. I'm listening to music and can't hear him so I just point to the car place and give him a thumbs up, say I'm good, and keep walking. The car place is literally a few hundred feet away. Like maybe just under 1000. I'm so close I can see it and I really didn't see the use in getting a ride especially because I wanted the exercise as well as not wanting a repeat of Friday. And that's✨ the message he sends me. I didn't see it til way later when I was in the tub and my stomach dropped so fuckin hard. I was a bit surprised at how much it affected me to have him say something so baseless, mean, and manipulative. I told him my feelings were hurt and that I ended up having to go back because my car was ✨still✨ fucked up. I was honestly so distraught because I spent a whole paycheck on my car and it needs even more work. I was also kinda glad I didn't get that ride because they had me wait again for over half an hour when I brought it back.

I've tried very hard to show my appreciation, share, and be vulnerable with him. Asking for help is one of those vulnerable experiences that makes me not want to trust others either because it will be used against me or become a reason why I owe someone something. He confirmed to me that asking for help in this situation was a mistake and that I am, in fact, a burden. And when I decline that help I'm a disdainful hateful partner who refuses help out of spite. I felt that I wouldn't be able to meet the conditions of the assistance he was offering and didn't want to be seen as more of a burden. Plot twist: I'm a fucking burden no matter what I do.

And like of course this experience sucked but it is both astounding and telling that my one time refusal of his help directly translates to disdain to him. That's really fucking worrying. Like one gesture can make him say something like that... He's never believed that I cared about him if something that small can entirely set him off. Not only does he not believe that I care he doesn't believe me when I say it.

He sent me money which is kinda his version of love bombing, no idea how much he sent, I kinda don't care. He might write me a note or buy me some shit I didn't ask for. Anything to make him feel like he's made up for the fucked up shit he's done so I can then become the inflexible ungrateful harpy I've always been for not graciously accepting his kindness. I'm too tired to fight anymore. I just want to be left alone.

#journal #diglett #my relationship #i hate it here

[fuck-customers]

a fuck my manager/coworkers rant:

store manager got a new girlfriend back in October and since then work has been his second priority (EVEN DURING THE HOLIDAYS). Which is understandable in some regards but him and his ex literally broke up over him wanting to prioritize work. So often he goes off on two hour lunch dates with his GF we can see (at the shitty brunch place across the parking lot) when he said he was just going to go run the deposit to the bank. And he doesn't fucking COMMUNICATE anymore. One of my coworkers was given 5 days to completely rearrange a section of the store that was due last month but no one knew bc he never TOLD anyone and now he wants it done before Inventory is due. This entire month our rewards program is doing a special double points when purchasing a certain brand. I didn't find out until TODAY (the 20th) when I saw it on the TV image slide thing. The assistant manager didn't know until the Eighth.

He ignored and denied phone calls from our shift lead when on Valentine's Day when a customer was screaming at her, SM claimed that his sister was in labor and he was with her (dude you can step out of the room for five minutes) but we ALL know he was at V-day dinner with his GF (it was 5pm.)

He's on salary and should be working 40 hours and is technically on the clock all the time but he ignores people's text messages and shows up to work 15-30 minutes late every day and tries to leave early. He randomly goes out of town and only tells people last minute. There's no way he's making his 40 hours and NO ONE can do anything about it. He's been reported to our district manager several times and when she comes over to talk to him about it they just spend an hour in the back room giggling together because she doesn't care and loves him! All that matters is the store is doing well numbers wise.

... well it's not Anymore. because he's been so out of WACK that no one wants to put in effort working anymore. Bye bye 4.15 UPT and 40 DPT goal. have fun with the average 2.5 UPT. We've been consistently missing our sales goal. Oh well. Sorry buddy.

My biggest irritant though is that we are a pet store and like I don't care if my coworkers wanna slack on sales, but when they slack on caring for our animals is where I lose my mind and I'm sick and tired of having to pick up everyone's slack in that regard bc the management doesn't care either, they won't check over how animal care got done and so I have to be the one to make sure our animals aren't literally standing in soiled bedding 24/7.

I hate it here. In May it will be two years and I'm making minimum wage still, because every time the MW goes up, I lose any raise I had received. I should be making more than the hire we got two months ago but I don't. It makes me want to tear my hair out. I want to strangle our DM because she is the only thing keeping me from getting promoted, she wants me to have a car but company policy says 3/4 managers need a car. Everyone else does!! I would literally be lowest position anyways, I'm just there to pick up management slack I'm not there for big issues.

hate it here.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[kaymd0313]

Chapter Ten: Silence

Warnings: Language and almost smut.

MINORS DNI

Authors Note: When I first started writing this story I was bad at timelines. But as of 12-11-23 I have a whole calendar of 1985 and 1986, so the time passing gets better<3

A week has gone by since I’ve talked to Eddie. Frankly, I didn't want to talk to him. He really pissed me off with that shit. I skipped lunch every day and just ate outside in my car. Just so I could avoid him.

It was Friday which meant we would have a pep rally at the end of the day to celebrate the football team, even though they haven’t played a game yet, we pe-celebrate. It’s very stupid if you ask me. But nobody does.

I walked out of 7th period and headed to my locker to put away my books. I put in the combination and opened my locker and sat my books down. I turned to close my locker but my eyes caught a glimpse of something. There was a piece of paper barely sitting in the vent slits. I grabbed it and opened it.

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Meet me in the old science room.

-E

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I just sat there and looked at it. I didn’t know if I wanted to meet him. I’m still pretty ticked off.

I closed my locker and walked towards the gym. I went to the bathroom just to gather my thoughts. On one hand I missed seeing him, but on the other hand I feel like I might get even more pissed if I see him.

I sat in the stall as the cheerleaders and other excited girls left. The principal’s voice then came over the speaker trying to settle all the yelling students. Yea I’m not going in there. 

Fuck it.

I walked out the bathroom and headed towards the old science room.

Once I got there I stood at the door for a second before knocking.

“Edd?”

Silence.

The door cracked open and I saw those brown eyes. The ones that first sucked me in. He opened the door more and let me in. I walked in and hopped up onto one of the counters and sat there. I looked at him as he stood by the door and literally twiddled his thumbs. 

God his hands. The rings. I’d give so much to have those hands around my throat.

“Eddie, what did you want?”

Silence.

I huffed and hopped off the counter and headed towards the door. I wasn’t going to sit here for no reason.

As I reached the door, Eddie grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I couldn’t make eye contact with him, but I could tell he was looking down at me. I just stared at his shirt.

He lifted up my head so I was forced to look at him. 

God those eyes.

“Look, y/n….I can’t keep not talking to you. It’s fucking killing me.”

I lightly shook my head. I really didn’t know what to say.

“When I’m at home, I’m thinking of you. When I’m at campaigns, I can’t think straight, because I’m thinking of you. I’ve been playing worse at Corroded Coffin practices, and the guys are getting pissed at me. y/n it’s all because I can’t get you off my mind. Not seeing you at lunch or not hanging out with you outside of school is just driving me crazy.”

I still said nothing.

“Please talk to me….please.”

I looked back at those brown eyes then back at his shirt.

“Eddie….I….I don’t really know what to say. I do know that I probably miss you more than you miss me, because you’re basically my only friend. Eddie, I forgive you, but I do need to tell you something and you can’t overreact like you did last week.”

“Of course, just tell me y/n.”

“I work at Family Video with Robin and Steve now, so you’re going to have to deal with it. I didn’t do it out of spite, I promise. I really just want to make money so I can do whatever I want.”

Silence.

“There you go being quiet again….God Eddie!”

I threw my hands up and walked towards the door again.

He grabbed me.

“y/n sorry, I just don’t like him, and I never will, at least I’m pretty sure of that. But I’ll support it, if that means I can talk to you again. I just want to be close again. I really hate not talking to you.”

He had his head hung low as if he was a puppy that had done something bad.

I walked over to him and raised his head and tucked his hair behind his ear so I could look at him fully. His eyes met mine and they were glazed over as if he was going to cry.

“How about this Edd, if I work with him I’ll let you know, so you can stop by and come bug me. And you can pick me up after work some days and we can go to your place and smoke. You can pick whenever you want to do that. If I don’t work we can just hang out regularly. Unless I have something else planned….Deal?”

His sad, pitiful face slowly turned to a happy, excited one as I said all this.

“I think I can handle that,” he said.

“I would hope so Edd cause that’s a lot.”

We looked at each other with slight smiles on our faces for a while.

“God Eddie, you’re so gorgeous.”

I then leaned in and kissed him which Eddie eagerly went along with.

Kissing him felt like I was safe. I reached my hand into his hair to pull him more into me. Eddie then grabbed me up by my waist and sat me up on the counter. He pulled me in deeper and kissed me harder. I slightly opened my mouth to breathe and Eddie took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, which I welcomed with mine.

His hand slowly started to reach under my shirt and settled at my middle back.

I was holding onto his face admiring the Greek god-like facial structure. He turned me on so much and he didn’t even have to do much.

All of a sudden the school bell rang, which was followed by students filling the halls with excited screams.

I let out a giggle at the people already bickering in the hallway, which really ruined the moment.

Eddie laid his head into my chest and let out a long sigh.

“Dammit,” he said.

“Oh, poor, Edds. C’mon, let's go to your place.”

“I can’t,” he said

I looked at him confused.

“Hellfire has a campaign tonight at Dustin’s house and I have to go set it up.”

Then it was all of a sudden as if a light bulb went off in his head.

“Come to the campaign. Please? If you don’t like it, you'll never have to go to another one. But I’d love to have you there with me. C’mon princess, please?”

He was on his hands and knees at this point. 

I hopped off the counter and pulled him up off the ground and looked him in the eyes.

“Let’s go set up this campaign.”

There was the shit eating grin again.

“God Eddie, what am I going to do with you?”

“Hopefully everything,” he said.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n