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star-anise · 1 month

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are we talking about broke therapists yet?

I've been out of things for a couple of years now, which is why I'm willing to talk about it, and maybe the pandemic has helped things a little, but holy shit the counselling and psychotherapy field is not equipped to help its practitioners in the gig economy.

Of all my interests and talents, I pursued a degree in psychology because being a therapist is supposed to be a safe, stable, well-paid job. Every therapist I met who was registered before 2008 worked and lived under that assumption. And oh boy are all the fee structures--registration, supervision, continuing education, conferences--set up for that scenario.

After getting my Master's, I struggled like hell to get a job. It was especially bad because to get my license, I needed a supervisor to take me on. To take me on, most supervisors wanted me to already have a caseload and client base. To get a caseload and client base, I needed a job.

Friends: Every single job I heard back on wanted me to have my license before I could even land an interview.

Professors and career advisors and professional development specialists all advised me very earnestly to just keep cold-calling people on the supervision list, and it began to feel a lot like my parents' friends telling me to hit the bricks and hand out resumes. That's what worked for them, right?

I finally got a supervisor who agreed to take me on, and I'd be able to use her clinic for advertising and workspace, and we were doing the paperwork to send in with my registration, when she called me up and said, "Is this job going to be your only source of income? If you're trying to depend on getting clients and building your practice for your basic needs, this is not going to work out. This has to be something you're doing on top of a basic salary. Okay, so you're not working anywhere else right now? I'm sorry, I can't move forward with this."

Even once I landed a supervisor and a job building my own private practice, I struggled. I have ADHD and am not great at self-promotion, so trying to do all my own advertising, scheduling, bookkeeping, billing, and records management (on top of counselling) was an enormous strain. One my bosses, supervisors, and other senior professionals watched with a slightly critical eye, but consoled me about because in their early days, their clinics had had business managers, receptionists, filing clerks, and accountants, and getting used to doing everything online yourself was a bit of a learning curve, wasn't it?

I counted my pennies very carefully, because I had to pay my supervisor roughly $180 for their services every 6 hours of in-person counselling I did. This meant that to break even I had to charge my clients an average of about $30 (plus room rental and service fees) an hour--and my clients, being people with complex trauma, were frequently poor, disabled, unemployed, and had no health benefits, so even $10 or $20 a session was a lot for them.

Maybe it would have been easier if I could have taken some of those nice comfortable organization positions where they find clients and funding for you and you work 40 hours a week and get benefits and a pension, but I had to be disabled into the bargain, so working 40 hours a week just isn't possible for me. I start passing out from stress and exhaustion. Older colleagues gave me serious-faced advice about approaching my employer and asking them for some flexibility and accommodation in my schedule, and I tried to explain across the gap between us that employers simply did not hire me if I made the slightest noise about the workload. They weren't going to invest in me as a person; they were hiring 40 units of work a week, and if I wouldn't do it there were a dozen applicants after me who would.

At one point I broke down enough to email my licensing body because the Annual General Meeting/Professional Development Conference was coming up, and I wanted to attend, but I could not produce $500 to do it with. Was there some kind of way I could attend anyway? I felt ashamed to have to ask, and then absolutely mortified when the response came from the organization president, who needed to personally sign off on me being too poor to attend the single most important event in my profession's calendar year.

I honestly felt so ashamed all the time at how I was apparently failing to be a successful therapist, failing to be rich and successful, and every time I mentioned it around mentors and bosses, I could feel myself shrinking from a person to a problem to be solved. My closest therapist-friends and I have reflected on how much more difficult, poorly-paid and underworked, our various career starts have been than we were ever warned about. About the classmates and coworkers who couldn't get disability exceptions when they fell behind in their registration requirements, or burned out and left the field, or dropped their registrations and took up as life coaches, or moved their whole family somewhere exceptionally remote or rural because it was the only good job available, or worked for some godforsaken app skirting the bounds of malpractice like BetterHelp.

I like those conversations, because I feel less like an absolute fuck-up in them. There's less "Hey Lis, you were so talented in grad school, I really admired you, what are you doing now?" "Oh, I, uh... am professionally disabled, so I get government benefits, and I... sell embroidery patterns on Etsy now."

My own therapist kept asking if and when I felt like going back to being a counsellor, and I finally told him: I don't, actually. I don't want to go back and do it like I was doing it before. It was a profession I loved to the depths of my soul, and it profoundly did not love me back. I can't even imagine what would have to change, in me or it, to make it have a space in it that could fit me.

All of which I was way too scared to admit to at the time, because the more I let people know I was struggling, the more they hinted that maybe I just wasn't in a place in my life where this was a job I could do, and I needed to take a little break and wait to come back until money and disability just weren't issues for me anymore.

Eventually my cups of doubt and exhaustion did overflow, and I quit. I'm here now, living a much different life. And at the very least, all my years of helping people in bad life situations set me up perfectly for my own. I already knew what form to fill out for financial assistance, which student clinics to access for mental health support, and which government agency would, if pressed, cough out pharmacy coverage for the genuinely destitute. It gave me that much.

I hope this is just me being in extraordinary circumstances, sitting at the intersections of a few different shitty life situations that most people skip right past. Because it's on one level comforting, but another deeply infuriating, if I'm not, and I've just missed it or we've just all been too afraid to admit it to each other.

#staranise original #therapisting

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uncouth-the-fifth · 17 days

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i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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I absolutely loved the Emily and Charlie ideas you wrote so I was hoping to request another Charlie x male reader with some smut (but not the main focus). Idea being everyone going out for an evening with Charlie staying at the hotel to work, secretly wanting some company but telling everyone to have fun anyway. Reader didn't go out and found her later in the evening (maybe can tell how she's feeling) so offers some company/someone to cuddle. The main smut I'd like to include would be her leaving some scratch or kiss marks and her being quite touchy/hands on.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the others teehee i tried my best with this so i hope you enjoy it but im not too happy with how it turned out tbh, idk why, i guess it could be because i didn’t feel like during the smut scenes i did charlie justice, lmk what you think.

Charlie x male!reader

After Party

warnings: creampie, biting, scratching, kinda rushed smut, angsty charlie, possibly ooc charlie but i can’t tell, charlie n vaggie are friends, im not sure if there’s anything else, oh swearing, NOT PROOFREAD beware of errors.

word count: 2K

Charlie was tired. Between her father disbelieving in her, Alastor picking a fight with him, the failed meeting with Adam, and finding out Vaggie was an angel? She was over and exhausted. She tried to keep up her mood but she just couldn’t stop the spiralling thought process of handling everything on her own. It seemed like every step forward she had to take four steps back, nobody believed or respected her.

“Cmon, we needa little par-tay.” Angel whined pushing himself over the back of the couch dramatically. Charlie hummed, barely listening as the crowd of sinners lingered in the little living room-like area. “We don’t need anymore fuckin parties, spider.” Husk muttered before taking a big swig of his drink. “I don’t know, I think a little bit of recreational activity could really brighten the spirits!” Alastor exclaimed, and as much as Charlie would like to join the fun, if she didn’t finish up the work she had she knew it would only stress her out further, but she knew the others worked hard too and deserved a little treat.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some cash and beckoned over Alastor. “Here, why don’t you take everyone out to relax?” She said softly, despite her desire for company and hope that one of the few would stay back to assist. “Aren’tcha comin’ toots?” Angel who jumped up the moment Charlie pulled out money asked, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh no, i’ve got sooo much to do here, you guys go on without me! Bond a little!” She smiled as brightly as she could, although anyone with a keen eye could tell it was forced. In the back of her mind she was hoping for more punch back, more of her friends to beg her to come out with them, but instead they shrugged her off and left rather quickly.

Sighing Charlie rung her hands together and walked up the stairs slowly, vacant and alone, the hotel now seemed so eerie. She made her way to an office one that had been used by the whole team she had, so herself, Vaggie and Alastor. She plopped herself lazily on the ripped leather office chair, air slowly escaping the cheap foam as she did. Charlie couldn’t help the bitter feelings stirring around in her; she was always happy to help her friends and wanted them to have fun and relax, she just wished maybe they cared a little more about her? It was a confusing sensation, she knew Vaggie cared, but at times she felt more like a personal body guard rather than friend, and Alastor, she knew deep down, didn’t actually care.

Opening her phone she decided to try and ease her mind before sorting out the paperwork she had piling, unfortunately the universe wasn’t kind to her. Opening Sinstagram the first sight she was greeted with was Angels varying posts and stories which included all the crew members piled into a booth enjoying their drink of choice. It made a scorned yucky feeling of jealousy tangle within her stomach. Groaning she pulled open a drawer and stuck her phone in it, slamming it shut after. “It’s better to just work.” The princess mumble pulling the first stack of papers near her; the billing’s for their failed comercial.

After an hour of word Charlie sat back in her seat and messaged her sore neck. Pulling her phone from the drawer she checked the time. 23:48. Having no idea when the others would get back, she shuffled from the office to the second story balcony for some air. “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were here!” Charlie exclaimed, seeing you leant over the balcony railing. Looking over your shoulder you gave the little devil a warm smile. “You can join.” You say beckoning her forward, with a sigh and a forced smile Charlie came up alongside you, mimicking your stance. “What’re you still doing here?” Charlie questioned eyeing you from her peripheral. Your brow quirked and your face turned to confusion, with a quick hum you replied. “Just relaxing..?” The statement came out uncertain and wobbly, but you weren’t quite sure what she meant.

“No, i mean why didn’t you go out with the others?” Your head tilted back as you let out an ‘ah’, now understanding what she meant. “I just, well, this is the only time i get free yknow, always gotta be doing something so it’s nice to be alone, but i also want to have fun with them, but that drains me yknow?” Charlie quickly nodded her head at that completely understanding where you were coming from. “Yeah i know what you mean. I wish somebody stayed back with me.” Nudging yourself lightly into her, she met your eyes with curiosity floating in her own. “Well I stayed back, why don’t we relax together?” You suggest warmly, smiling fondly down at her. Charlie momentarily stuttered, blushing at the way her mind wandered to naughty places.

“Ahem, uh, sure! Yes! Let’s do that!” The princess fumbled, pushing herself away from your hold. You could tell she was flustered as she walked off leading you to whatever part of the hotel she’d choose to relax in, you felt a little voice in the back of your head egging you on to tease her, and who were you to deny your great mind. “Alrighty this it my room! Uhhh, why don’t we watch a movie or something..?” Charlie trailed off leading you into her bedroom.

You took a quick look around enjoying the aesthetic her room held. Charlie kicked her shoes off and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. “You can lounge on the bed if you want, i totally don’t mind!” You grinned and got onto the bed, watching as she frantically ran around “Calm down hun, you look real stressed.” You urged her frantic pacing causing loose hairs to tangle and fly out from her ponytail. “Ugh, i know!” Sighing she finally plopped on the bed beside you and laid back hands folded on her stomach and eyes closed. Leaning over slightly to look down on her, you observed her somewhat relaxed face as you watched her slow her breathing down. Assumably trying to cease the slow crawling panic that was clawing at her. “It may be a little forward but I heard compression and hugs can help stress, you wanna cuddle or some shit?” Your voice came out slightly tight a little unsure of how to go about the request. Charlie’s eyes fluttered opened and blinked toward you, after a moment of silent contemplation Charlie sighed happily opening her arms. With a huff and a smile you scooted down, wrapping your arms around her while laying beside her.

She scooted up into your side, her right hand sliding up your chest and around your shoulder. It sent shivers down your spine, and blood straight to your dick, embarrassingly so. Ignoring the sensation, your hand gently traced shapes into Charlie’s side where your arm was placed. Charlie’s head slowly lifted and shifted from the bed to your chest, tucking herself under your chin. Her hair tickled at your nose and chin, you could smell her shampoo and the perfume she’d used. You tightened your grip subtly, enjoying the warmth she let off, and with a hum she swung one of her legs over your hips, twisting her body entirely against you.

You took a deep breath attempting to calm your heart and the tightening sensation in your pants. Like the devil spawn she is, Charlie began tracing your chest, flattening her palm against your chest and trailing down from your neck, to the hem of your jeans, and back up to your neck again. Taking a deep breath you brought your hand up to you with her hair in attempts to distract you.

“Thanks for this.” She mumbled nuzzling her face further into your chest. You hummed eyes lazily dancing around shapes your eyes made up on the canopy above. “Any time.” You replied after a moment. The two of you laid there silently, softly the two of you let your hands drift across eachother innocently. It wasn’t until charlie’s hand ducted under your shirt to touch your bare chest that the air in the room got thick and heated. Breath hitching you zeroed in on her claws softly scratching down your chest. “Charlie,” You warned as her claw nicked the waistband of your jeans. Charlie knew good and well what she was doing, could you blame her? You’ve always been so attentive to her feelings and emotional state, the first to check on her after a stressful situation and give her the best advice you could.

With sudden need shooting through Charlie she straddled your waist bracing herself against your chest. Your hands reflexively went to her hips, eyes shooting up to meet her own attempting to figure out what the hell she was doing. She traced her claws down your tshirt covered chest, and when she made it to the bottom her hands wiggled underneath the fabric to paw at your warm skin. As she did you traced circles on her hips, and quirked a questioning brow at her. “Whatcha up to princess?” Charlie smiled shyly, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. “I just want to repay you for your kindness towards me.”

Your face twisted with worry, abruptly you sat up, making her gasp and tucked your hands behind her back to keep her from falling. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me,” You quickly say, however Charlie pushed you back down, shushing you as she did. “It’s more then just that, i think you know they though. Let’s relax, desttress.” With that being said, you tossed aside your tshirt while Charlie eagerly undid your pants, hands shaking as she did. Your hands decided not to diddly saddle and undo her pants simultaneously, needing to feel her speedily.

You were already achingly hard, precum dripping down your shaft as Charlie shakily gripped you giving your head a soft squeeze. Pulling her hand away Charlie kicked off the pants that clung underneath her knees, and readied herself against you. You hummed out in pleasure relaxing into the mattress as she sunk down onto you, above you Charlie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clenching onto every vein and ridge. It was delectable, she couldn’t understand why she’d never gone for this before. Bottoming out, Charlie’s legs shook, her body would involuntarily convulse every now and again as she attempted to adjust to the size of you. Falling forward unable to keep herself up she sunk her nails into your chest making you groan deeply, bucking your hips up into hers.

Nuzzling herself into your neck as you took the reigns, thrusting up into her at a steady pace, she began to leave teeth marks and hickies along your neck, desperate moans broken out between nips and bites. Your arms encased her pulling her near as you roughly fucked up into her at a brutal pace, her juices dripping down you. Erotic, loud slapping noises were all that you could hear in the room accompanied by Charlie’s whimpers and please. “Fuckkk, yknow how long i’ve waited for this? They don’t know what their missing not staying around someone like you.” You say splaying your fingers through her hair as you do, at this point Charlie’s body laid limp atop your own, your knees up and angled to continue your rapid pace.

“Please,” Charlie begged clenching tightly around you, you huffed out a moan that you attempted to cover and slid your hands down to squeeze her ass. Groaning loudly, you pushed her over, still inside you hovered over her, pulling her legs up over your shoulders to gain new access. With this angle you were able to hit different areas making Charlie squeal. “Oh fuck Charlie,” You groaned as your balls slapped against her ass, finally you felt the band snapping and slowly you filled her with cum, pumping all of what you had inside her. Charlie cried out clenching, and convulsing against you. She tried to inch away screaming your name loudly as she road out her high against you. When the two of you had finished, catching your breaths, you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest.

She rolled her head from one side to face you, her eyes glazed over barely seeming like she was there. “Didja mean what you said about wanting this for so long?” You nodded at her, the softness in her voice was music to your ears and made goosebumps crawl against your skin. “Yeah, since i got here, you’ve had my eye.” Humming softly the princess said nothing, but buried her head in your chest.

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phaticserpent · 9 months

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Omg! Part 5 was so hot hot hot. I need another one from you, but this one he doesn't like what reader does. Give me angst prime with smut, please!!

Tbh, I'm not sure what you meant by he doesn't like what the reader does? Like nsfw wise? Or something else? I'm going to interpret is as something else

Warning: (tw: car accident) angst, smut, protective and possessive Optimus hehehe

Well, job searching wasn't going well and you assumed Optimus was busy with the current situation with the decepticons. You wanted to call or text him, to see if he was okay but you decided against it.

On the days your parents were home, you borrowed their car to drive yourself to job interview, and on the days they weren't, you walked around. Truth be told, you were used to staying at home, and Optimus had spoiled you too much by driving you everywhere. So, you were a bit skeptical behind the wheel. Still, you were cautious.

Until today. You were driving yourself to one of the job interviews, confused at the GPS and made a short turn. Another car was either too distracted or blind because they didn't see you and crashed into you. The rest of it was a blur. You don't remember bleeding, but you remember exchanging information and as soon as they left, you collapsed.

You had brief moments....technically dreams where you heard Optimus calling to you. Though, reaching out to him and following his voice was near impossible, and you fell into another deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Optimus never left your side, and he started catching the habit of biting his nail or finger whenever he was stressed. As soon as the doctor came in, he stood up.

"She'll be alright when she wakes....she basically recovered during her time unconscious, but make sure you get her something to eat. No junk food." The doctor instructed. "She's free to go after she finishes these paperworks."

"Thank you, doctor." Optimus sighed, taking the paperwork and flipping through them with intense focus. As he was reading the document, you stirred slightly and groaned at the bright light.

"Huh?" You sat up slowly.

Optimus basically threw down the papers before rushing to your side. "(Y/N), are you alright? Any pain?" He moved a hand to your forehead as if he was checking for fevers, unknown to him that he wouldn't be able to check headaches that way.

You moved your hand to take his. "Optimus? What happened?"

"....you were out for four days."

".....I'm sorry? Four days?" You stared at him. "That's not funny."

Optimus just huffed. "It's not. I found you passed out on the side of the road and your head was bleeding. So I rushed you to the hospital and made contact with your parents to let them know."

"....oh." You laid back down, placing a hand over your eyes to shield them from the lights.

"What were you thinking."

Dumbfounded, you moved your hand away to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Driving yourself....when I could've driven you. I even....." Optimus took this time to breathe. "I even said I would help with your job search. I know you heard me."

"....I didn't want to bother you. I know you were probably busy with something more important–"

"You're important."

You closed your mouth before something else could come out. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at you; hurt, fear, anger, and love. You couldn't hold it and dropped your gaze to the floor. "Optimus I'm sorry...."

".....I know I haven't texted or called, truthfully, I was busy setting up a surprise for you. I thought I'd give you a visit. When I saw you...." His voice shook. You finally looked up to see his head hung, gently, you reached out to lift his head to meet his gaze. They were filled with tears. "I thought I'd lose you too."

You chewed the inside of your cheek, unable to say anything. Instead, you brushed your thumb to clear away the tears, a little surprised that it was actually wet. "I'm really sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Optimus leaned in, embracing you for a hug. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I mean that much to you, huh."

"Of course. You're my friend, my spark, and my everything." Optimus sighed with content. "Don't hesitate to tell me what you need, I'll always do anything for you. And if you're worried about bothering me, I'll let you know if I'm unavailable."

"Noted." You chuckled. After sharing a literal breathtaking kiss, he brought the paperwork to you and helped you work through it. Soon enough, you were free. Optimus made sure, with every step of the way, you were safe as he kept you close to his side.

"The doctor said no junk food." He reminded and you groaned.

"But I'm craving some."

"Think of somewhere else." He advised sternly. You huffed before going to your favorite Korean restaurant; dragging Optimus so he could try Korean bbq, while you were forced to eat hot soup. He didn't eat the kbbq.

"It's good." You insisted.

"I'll eat it with you."

"Then let's eat it now–"

"(Y/N)...."

"...fine."

After the delicious lunch, he drove you home. Though, when he arrived in front of your house, you stayed.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"....but I want to." You sighed. "Thank you for staying with me at the hospital....for god knows how long, for the lunch, and overall, for being you."

"It's what you would do for me."

"Of course." You smiled. "Still, I really appreciate you. I, uh....we can have that surprise now if you want."

"O-oh." Optimus' face flushed. "Maybe when you're feeling better."

"Then how can I repay you?" You slowly moved towards him, straddling his waist as his eyes bore into you.

"You don't have to repay me." It was short, but his voice hitched just a little. You innocently tilted your head at him.

"But I missed you. I missed you, the feeling of you....." you whined. Optimus gripped the seat, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Deciding not to resist, he leaned in close enough to brush his lips against yours, but his gaze never left yours before finally pressing his lips. The kiss made you lean back, and he took this time to hold you steady by the back, while another arm slipped under your thigh. You were too focused on the kiss to hear the door unlock and he lifted you up before walking. Confused, you pulled away to see that you left the truck, while Optimus had a slight smirk on his face. "Wha–"

"You need to rest first."

"I rested for four days."

"That doesn't count."

"Optimus." You whined.

"I'll come over tonight. I promise." He smiled as he unlocked the front door, carrying you all the way to your room.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." He chuckled before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest first." You smiled before grabbing his shirt to pull him in for another kiss.

"See you tonight."

Technically, you couldn't sleep, but you laid in bed for the rest of the day. Still, you got ready for the alleged surprise and sheepishly greeted your parents when they got home. They had asked if you were alright, then asked about Optimus. Shyly admitting that he was your boyfriend and didn't want them meeting him to take place in a hospital. You waited until he pulled up, opening the door as he walked up to you with a sheepish smile.

"Hi." You smiled, closing the door to your parents watching in utter awe.

"Hi." He grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now that you're here."

"I said I would."

"I know, but you had me on the edge." You winked. Optimus let out a soft laugh, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you in.

"I hope you or your parents don't mind that I steal you away for a couple of hours. The surprise is a little far and quite a drive."

"Of course, you can steal my anytime and anywhere." You laughed. "You know, I did dream that I would travel with you....or go with you once this war is over. No house, just....you and me."

Optimus paused to look at you. "I'd love that." The two of you got into the vehicle, and Optimus started driving to his destination. You stared out the window, a little nervous that you were overdressed. As if reading your mind, "you look gorgeous."

"Heh, thank you." You smiled. "I just hope it's appropriate for the occasion."

"It wouldn't be appropriate without you, but I love anything you wear." The ride was somewhat silent and peaceful, though you could tell Optimus was nervous. Maybe he thought you wouldn't like it and you smiled to yourself.

Whatever it was, you were glad it was a time spent with him.

"We're here." He announced softly, gently pulling up to an isolated area with a large lake and icy mountains. There was another car parked, which immediately transformed as you stepped out. "(Y/N), this is Ratchet....one of my closest friends and a medic. Ratchet, this is....(Y/N)."

The autobot bent down to gently take your hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Likewise." You smiled. "I was worried I wouldn't meet any of his trusted friends."

Ratchet smiled. "I was worried he wouldn't introduce his Sparkmate to us." Optimus let out an awkward cough. "I was surprised he had asked me of this...as I'm not suited for such legal matters."

"Legal matters?" You stared at him quizzically. Ratchet stood up as Optimus took your hand. You looked up at him and he slowly knelt to one knee, trying to maintain eye contact.

"(Y/N) (L/N), words cannot describe how much you mean to me....perhaps more than I can handle alone. I hope, starting tonight and forever, you and I will be together." Optimus smiled. "I love you and I always will. Will you marry me?"

You didn't even realize tears were welling up in your eyes as you hugged his digit. "Yes! A thousand times, yes!"

He returned to his vehicle form and his holoform ran to you, embracing you for a hug as the two of you fell to the ground. You cupped his face to pull him in for a kiss.

"Okay, you two lovebirds. On Cybertron, you're legally married the minute Optimus declared his love for you. But Earth has to get more technical." Ratchet announced. Sheepishly, Optimus helped you up and lightly dusted off remnants of grass on you. Ratchet coughed, "Optimus, the surprise."

Just as he disappeared, Ratchet winked at you. "Miss, if you will, close your eyes." You obliged as you heard the rustling of grass, and you felt Optimus pull in for a kiss, so you took the sign to open your eyes. In his hands was an intricate diadem, the center stone was a bright blue gem that glowed softly.

"It's....it's made from raw energon crystal. You're my spark and my everything. Without you, my spark wouldn't be beating so happily." Optimus smiled. "Thus, a Queen deserves her crown." Gently, he placed it onto your head, where it rested on the top of your hair. Once he was done, you pulled him in for another breathless kiss. While, Ratchet quickly transformed as his holoform stepped out with two small boxes.

"Uh, I think it goes something like....." Ratchet cleared his throat. "Do you, Optimus Prime, take (Y/N) to be your lovely wedded wife?"

"Yes, I do."

"And do you, (Y/N) (L/N), take Optimus to be your wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Congratulations, by the power in me and upon Primus himself, I pronounce you sparkmates and husband and wife." Ratchet smiled. Optimus took your ring and took your hand to place the ring on your finger, as you did the same for him. "Ironhide owes me so much money."

After the wedding ceremony, Ratchet left a large blanket on the ground for you two to sit on before taking his leave. Optimus and Ratchet were exchanging conversations, but you heard the engine fading away momentarily. Still, you were lost in thought until you felt Optimus settle behind you, placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

"What's on your mind?"

"Hm? Oh...uh everything."

"Everything."

"Yeah....I'm thoroughly surprised." You smiled. "How long were you thinking of marriage?"

Optimus chuckled. "Well, I would say a good month. I've been talking about you to them for years....Ratchet and Ironhide were the first to push me towards my idea of finally making it official."

"Wow." You smiled. "I better thank them in person then."

"Not before thanking me." Optimus teased. You grinned as you fully turned your body to face him.

"What did you have in mind?" You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek. Smiling when you saw the tip of his ears flush.

"How about....continuing where we left off?" He tilted his head, his face still flushed.

"Anything for you." Your voice dropped slightly, to the point where Optimus shuddered. You pressed your lips to his, moving to his neck as you unbuckled his belt and palmed his already hard cock. You then moved down as you removed it from his undergarments, gently kissing the tip. He let out a heavy breath when you took it into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue dragged around the shaft.

"A-ah," Optimus threw his head back. "Oh, Primus." His hand moved to your head, gripping onto your hair as you started moving up and down. It took everything to refrain himself from bucking his hips into your mouth. Optimus cried out when you started sucking on the tip, lightly grazing it with your teeth before you took his entire cock into your mouth. He tugged at your hair, breathless moans and whines as you continued to chase his pleasure. He let out a cry as his body shuddered, signaling his release and you pulled away. You didn't have time to recover as Optimus pulled you in for a kiss. He immediately laid you on your back, his hand sliding down to your thigh to hike up your dress.

"O-Optimus–" You moaned as his lips moved to your neck. He moved your undergarment to the side, pressing his cock to your sex. You reached out to hold his free hand, intertwining your hands as he pushed in. You could never get used to his size; it was like he gets bigger every time. Optimus moaned, lifting a leg up as he buried himself inside.

"My spark....." He groaned. "You're so beautiful."

"Hngh ~!" You whimpered, squeezing around him at the genuine statement of love. "I love you, I love you–" Optimus pulled back and snapped his hips, earning a gasp.

"My spark," He moaned. "Mine."

"–yours," you whimpered. "Forever yours." He moaned, his hand moving to hold your hips down as he started picking up the pace. You wailed, squeezing his hand as he mercilessly pistoned into you.

"I love you." He leaned down, his breathing heavy as he moaned it out. "I love you so much."

"I...." you choked on a moan when he pushed into a particular spot, temporarily seeing stars that weren't in the sky. "O-Optimus ~! Ah! I love you ~!"

He muttered curses in Cybertronian, feeling you flutter and squeeze around him as you neared your release. "Come for me....you f-feel so.....a-ah! You feel so good for me." You cried out as your body trembled, contracting around him.

"P-Please, I need you to fill me." Your face flushed from your request. His eyes widened before kissing your forehead, the truck stopping nearby. Just as the holoform disappeared, the vehicle started transforming and you smiled as Optimus gently kneeled to meet you.

"Primus, you really do something to me." He chuckled. You just winked as his digits lightly grazed your sex, slightly arching your back to his touch. As if testing, he pushed his digit inside, just to see how far it would go. You shuddered just as half of his digit went in, causing him to stop and push in and out.

"Please ~!" you wailed. Consistently, he pumped his digit in and out, chasing your second orgasm. Lightly, he curled his digit inside and you held onto his other finger. Still, his fascination and obsession carried him away; watching your legs tremble and your body shudder and the way you cry out. Though he was keeping count; he eventually pulled out and nervously brought out his spike.

"On your hands and knees." He commanded lowly. You hobbled onto your knees and laid down, Optimus moved on top as he lined his spike to your sex. Teasingly, he moved the tip in and out, and you groaned from the pressure. Trying to coat himself with as much of your release, he started to push further in. Your legs started to quiver as he reached the halfway mark. "S-So tight. So good for me."

"Mmm, m-more!"

Optimus was hesitant. "Let me know when to stop." He waited until you nodded before pushing more. You rapidly tapped his digit, gasping breathlessly. He immediately stopped, a little lightheaded from the way you were squeezing him. "Y-You take me so well.....Primus, you were made perfectly for me."

"O-oh gods.....s-so much." You mumbled. Slowly, he started moving and your eyes rolled back, seeing stars as he hit every spot. Meanwhile, Optimus wasn't doing any better; he ripped the ground as every thrust had you contracting around him. It didn't take long for you to squeeze an orgasm out of him, he let out a groan as he filled you. You twitched under him as his transfluid leaked out of you; to which he pushed back inside, snapping his hips as you jerked from the action.

"Take all of it." He moaned. And you would. He rutted into you as he spilled his fill, pushing more transfluid inside. Your legs trembled, unable to hold yourself as he continued to bury himself.

"Please, please, please–" you cried out. For the umpteenth time, he stilled and you felt the familiar warmth filling you. Optimus groaned as he hung his head, gently pressing his forehead on your back; he pulled out and the transfluids also spilled out.

"Primus, you're so beautiful." Optimus groaned. "Give me a moment." He quickly transformed and his holoform ran out with towels and more blankets, gently wiping away at the excess fluid; he then wrapped the blanket around you.

"Thank you." You smiled at him.

"Anytime.....I'd do anything for you. You only need to ask."

"C'mere." You opened your arms and he reluctantly moved in for the embrace. You gently rubbed his back and ruffled his hair, lying on the blanket. "You're my everything too."

wOW THIS IS LONG OMG, EAT UP YALL (I didn't plan to end with them marrying 🧍‍♀️ I didn't know what else to make the surprise about fbjdhdhfhf you're welcome ?)

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⊹˚.⋆ SEX ON THE BEACH - BOSS SATORU GOJO

℘ flora's notes : i got lots of "more gojo" in my form so here u go 👀

℘ infos : female reader, uh not full on nsfw but it does get pretty heated in there , it's my first time writing something so explicit, I don't want to read it again or I'll probs run away from here. I'm posting it and going to sleep let's see if you guys will like it💀💀

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed ! I really need feedback on this, it's a first haha

being satoru gojo's assistant was not the easiest job. he was very... energetic and was more exhausting than the paperwork. you had to deal with his random outbursts of emotions and his unstoppable God complex for 10 long hours from Monday to Friday. as annoying as he could be, gojo was fond of you. let's say he was not exactly discreet about it. AND HE ALWAYS SAID IT WITH A SMIRK. it's almost like he doesn't smile, he just smirks.

"ooouh nice skirt y/n, leaves little to the imagination... if you see what i mean", "love the way you did your hair today, really frames your face, really pretty yeah". he was also kind of touchy, but he knew his limits and never crossed them. he held your waist when he passed by you, made your feet touch in meetings, winked at you every now and then. you could not deny that your boss was very, very sexy. you knew it was wrong, but it was exciting to have a crush on your boss. and honestly, who could blame you ?

gojo made you go through hell today - not willingly - his all over the place personality aside, he was quite a nice employer. he even brought you your favorite drink every morning, but that was just his way of flirting with you. you left work at 8PM and you were exhausted. you could barely write, your hand was numb because of all the paperwork. your best friend decided that you two should go out to the bar next to your office, you were meeting her there.

you sat on the stool next to her, immediately exhaling, letting your stress out. you ordered a sex on the beach, then a second, a third and you eventually lost count. the first drink hit you pretty hard, it felt like you were floating on a cloud and you just had to drink the other cocktails to enhance that feeling. your best friend was pretty drunk too and left to the bathroom. you were resting your head in your hand, trying to keep composure as a person seated next to you.

"we could have sex on the beach, you know ?" the voice said, you could hear the smirk, your boss' smirk, but your brain was too slow to register that...

"at this point I really don't care who and where I fuck so please do... MR GOJO OH MY GOD !" you dramatically gasped. "THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I DRANK SO MANY STUFF- SHIT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. I'M SORRY WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY MOUTH, I'LL BE THERE ON TIME TOMORROW I PROMISE I-"

"chill, love. I'm not gonna fire you damn, everyone can get a drink. I mean... several drinks, based on your state. And I can't blame you for wanting to have sex with me, you're not exactly the only one."

"I'm so sorry this is so unprofessional of me, mr gojo i-" you started, panicking.

"call me satoru." he said sternly.

"i- i can't call you by your first name, you're my boss ?" you questioned

" i won't be "just your boss" for long princess. now come on, I'll bring you home you're wasted." he picked you up bridal style, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"wait the bill... my friend..." you said drowsily

"ah yeah, we are not robbing the bar from 7 sex on the beaches now are we ? here you go sir, keep the change." he gives the bartender a 100 dollar bill before taking you into his car. he buckled you in and grabbed a plastic bag... just in case.

after what seemed like a good 20 minutes ride, the car came to a stop. "is your head okay, pretty girl ?" he asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i thought I'd be pretty hammered, but the alcohol just gives me enough confidence to do this." you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips against yours. he put his hand behind your head, pulling you closer and put his tongue against your mouth. you opened it and ensued a heated make out session.

gojo was one hell of a good kisser. everytime your lips touched, each one of your cell was tingling. you two touching made electricity flow through both of your bodies. you could smell his shampoo as you ferociously gripped his hair, in an attempt to stay as close as possible.

"i'll take the couch y/n, sleep in the bed."

you were too tired to argue and you just let him tuck you in his bed. he closed the door behind him and you buried your head into the pillow. everything smelled like his intoxicating self. you tried to fall asleep, in vain. you had to feel him again, you had to.

unable to let go off his pillow, you brought it downstairs with you. gojo was not sleeping yet, he was lying sideways on the couch, watching TV. you barely acknowledged the screen as your eyes met. he patted the free space in front of him and signaled for you to lay down beside him. the alcohol has worn off by now and your shy self was mortified. hesitantly, you sat, straight as a stick. you were shaking, not knowing what to do. your boss was charismatic and intimidating, you didn't want to cross a line.

your stiffness caused him to chuckle. he gently pushed on your arm to force you to lay down on the pillow he was planning to sleep on, big enough to fit both of your heads. he put a blanket over the two of you and rubbed your legs so you would extend them. you were now fully spooning with your boss, he was softly circling his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you to sleep.

only, being so close to your hot boss caused a throbbing down there.

"...gojo" you moaned accidentally, causing him to raise his head above yours.

"satoru. if you're gonna moan my name, moan it correctly." his stern tone did not help your wetness.

"satoru please... i- i need you..." you desperately admitted, almost shaking from the unbearable friction. you moved his hand down to where you needed him the most.

"i mean... you do owe me a sex on the beach, love." he smirked and got on top of you.

you were in fact, not on time the next day and neither was he-

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Thanks for that answer and while I'm not fond of Toshi dying, I am curious about a canon divergence where he and AFO both go down in an act of mutual annihilation during their first battle (and AFO won't get recovered), if only for the consequences. If you're willing to do that one, I'd love to hear it, but if AM dying is a hard no, could you perhaps do an AU where AFO dies for real + consequences?

mmm, yes, how about some middle ground- AfO and All Might both die in the first fight, but Toshinori Yagi survives, barely.

1- Toshi drags AfO's corpse behind him as he goes to recon with Gran and Sir. One For All is fading, slipping out of his fingers, and he grips AfO tighter to try and hold it in. It doesn't prevent his strength from leaving, but it keeps AfO's body from being snatched. Sir is stunned and horrified by the sight, his trembling call of 'All Might?' ignored. Gran breaks through and takes the corpse from him only after he says in a voice more gentle than he's used in years that "It's done, Toshinori."

2- Gran leaves to take care of the body. Sir gets Toshinori to the hospital. He's in critical state for days. When he finally wakes up, the blood's been all washed off. He says that All For One is dead, and so is One For All. He meets Sir's eyes. "You looked?" He asks. Sir looks down. "Only to see if you'd wake up." Planning All Might's funeral, after all, would have required a lot of time. But Toshinori sighs, and says they'll still need that funeral, and Sir, as his sidekick, gets the agency. Sir says he'll just do the paperwork to get the money where Toshi wants it sent, and only for three years. Toshi wonders if he's been given a prediction, but doesn't ask.

3- Toshinori spends a lot of time on I-island in his retirement. David is one of the few people he has, after all, and once he is firm in his retirement and official death, Dave is just happy that he's alive and returning his hug to put other thoughts out of his mind for a while. Only a while, though- Dave knows the power vacuum and crime surge that's ramping up. Toshinori can't fight it anymore, but he's strategic and has a lot of intel on villains in japan, and the two of them make plans and send support to the heroes back home. It helps, a little bit.

4- But Toshinori can’t stay on I-island, even if he feels most helpful there, even if Dave and Melissa’s guest room is all but his. Nana died for Japan, and he sacrificed a lot for it too, and it’s easier to keep an eye on things there. So a lot of movement back and forth. He didn’t die after three years. Sir makes his own agency, and it’s strained but not without contact. Toshinori is tired. The world keeps changing and won’t let him rest. But, one visit to I-island, Melissa mentions that there’s a new student at the academy, a freshman who’s quirkless and from Japan. Izuku Midoriya, she thinks he and her uncle would get along.

5- so, the ripples: Because of increased crime, Inko and Izuku leave Japan to go join Hisashi working abroad, which is stressful but eventually Izuku wins entrance into I-island’s academy, the closest he could get to heroics as no schools near his new home accepted quirkless students and his parents refused to return to Japan. Endeavor, thrust into the Number One position six years early, has much less time to be home and Shoto is glad. When Fuyumi turns eighteen, she quietly asks her father for an allowance and an apartment away to watch her brothers in. Enji, two years into this change, agrees. Bakugou and Tsubasa are the two students from Aldera Middle to make it to UA High- they haven’t seen Deku since he moved away in other school, and haven’t thought about him for a couple of years. They’re close, though, as the orphanage Tsubasa lived in closed due to lack of funding and Tsubasa’s been crashing on his couch more often than not, which is not exactly a healthy environment but is better than going in the nomu soup. Mina comes across a giant man who’s sniffing around insisting that he smells All Might, that he's still here, still alive, he needs to find him. Mina watches him investigate a building that looks run down and abandoned until a short old man walks by, says he's dead, but the building is where he used to live, historic location, can’t torn down for it. The giant keeps insisting that he’s alive, the scent fresh. Mina tells him she wishes All Might was alive too, but she going to be a hero inspired by- the man lashes out, angry, and Kirishima can’t help but watches as the old man moves quickly, and the next thing he knows he’s sitting next to Mina as the police drive the giant away and the EMTs look over his friend, who’s alright but going to have a much more heroic scar than him. They promise to be heroes and have each other’s back. When they get to UA, their class looks different, fewer people each year take the entrance exam, though still more than most other schools. Hawks is exhausted as his rise through the top heroes is planned to emulate All Might’s. He had to make top ten before he was twenty, to beat Endeavor’s record, and sometime between his twenty fifth and twenty sixth birthday he knows he’s going to hit number one, burning through more and more official cases to get the number he needs. It’s not hard, with crime rates rising, even if it’s not going up as sharply as David and Toshi feared. The Yakuza is even making a comeback, as much as vigilante Stendhal tries to fight it, and Chisaki Kai’s sister is not allowed to leave the family to get married, too much risk. She resents this and slips some secrets to Giran, who’s curious about her adopted brother’s quirks- a shame his old patron isn’t around anymore, but he's got an annoying nineteen year old Tomura upstairs in his loft who tracked him down years ago, leading a mostly unresponsive Kurogiri by the hand, demanding to know why he’s been abandoned and how to fix the only caretaker he has left.

#Toshinori is not enjoying his fake death and retirement very much #but the vestiges in his head- now completely stripped of all power and knowing they die with him but afos dead too- are partyyyyying #anyway! lots of ripples!#i have a few more thoughts about other specific characters like Uraraka but ooooof this was getting very long so #enjoy the world changed and affected very much by All Might's and AfO's death #but with Toshi at least around to see it #pocket talks to people #anon #long post

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STEWING in anger today. My younger sister - she's 33 - was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) 16 months ago, which obviously has been devastating. She is no longer able to work as a nurse, which has been a huge adjustment mentally for her (she LOVED her job in post-labor maternal care). She and her husband had only recently bought a house, but now they can barely pay their bills; he has to work extra hours, and she's home with both of my nieces, one of whom (at 8 years old) has severe behavioral issues stemming from ADHD and OCD. They've already had to file for bankruptcy. She's a wonderful mother, but the stress of it all certainly doesn't help her MS symptoms, and it all piles up (she isn't always physically able to clean the house, etc.). I live about five hours from her and come down when I can to help, but I can't do that as often as I'd like.

She's been hospitalized five times in the past year (unable to walk, with spasms and pain) and received planned infusions even more often, though has thus far only received steroid treatments because HER INSURANCE COMPANY DIDN'T COVER THE INITIAL MEDICATION SUGGESTED BY HER NEUROLOGIST, then REFUSED TO COVER THE SECOND RECOMMENDATION (after the first one was ineffective) despite it being the one they argued should have been chosen in the first place. That's meant she's only had treatment to **manage** her symptoms rather than **treat** them. For over a year. FOR A PROGRESSIVE DISEASE. After more than five years of being misdiagnosed with POTS despite clearly having more going on (and a doctor's office "misplacing" an MRI from years ago that could have showed early signs). Fortunately, she recently got approval from her insurance and will begin treatments next month that will hopefully help.

But this post isn't even about that. This post is about the fact that, as she can no longer work (and briefly tried another desk job at the hospital that was also impossible due to her MS brain fog), she applied for disability. 15 MONTHS AGO. They've made her jump through SO MANY HOOPS - so much paperwork and waiting with no updates that she's been in tears more than once. My mother even contacted her state's Congress representative, who's reached out directly to the disability office to inquire as to why it's all taking so long. Without disability, she and her husband will barely be able to cover their bills, let alone save to repair the many things that need repaired in their new home or to support their children. Or even to just, you know, take a vacation for the first time in ten years to ensure their marriage is salvaged. We started a GoFundMe at the beginning, right after she was diagnosed, which was wonderful, but she doesn't want to do that again now; it feels like begging to her.

Yesterday, her disability request was denied. Who the hell knows why. It was just an instant updated status; we don't yet have the letter. She's devastated, as are all of us. It just seems incomprehensible, though apparently up to 77% of disability applicants are denied in the hope that no one appeals (about 50% do). She now has to get a lawyer and fight for what she deserves. More stress (making her symptoms worse) and more money. And more waiting.

This whole experience has just further radicalized me. I have no idea what to do. I'm just SO ANGRY.

#this is really just a rant #ms #multiple sclerosis #if anyone has successfully applied for disability - especially via appeal - in the united states i would love any advice #obviously i'm keeping this anonymous and she doesn't know about this so i will not be offering more specific information #please do not tell me any horror stories about ms because i have been too terrified to research it further

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 1 year

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Spoiled Love

From Control - Full Story in Progress on AO3!

Graves x Reader

Graves felt like a different man after he returned from Al Mazrah. Colder. More stressed. Afraid, and at the end of his line...

Romance, Slow Burn, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, slight Character Study, Drama, a bit melodramatic I guess, secret relationship, FWB, Teasing, Shepherd is an asshole, Graves is too stressed to let you love him

Word Count: 3.3k

A somewhat angsty Graves x reader, where Graves is swamped and drowning in work, and the reader worries for him and struggles to help him. Might be boring, idk, sorry. More drama than romance, though the romance is more than implied.

Can be read as a one-shot, though I'd read this one first if you're new!

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Something changed in Graves the day he came back from Al Mazrah. A darkness stirred in him in ways you've never seen before, clouding his eyes and turning them cold. It was such a stark difference from the Graves you've come to know this past year, you nearly felt you've come face-to-face with a stranger again.

Graves didn't want to talk about what happened when he got back. There were a million other things that called for his attention before his plane could even touch back down to HQ, and he saw no point in dwelling. Yet anyone who knew about Black Bag in the company knew the severity of the situation. Nothing would be the same again after everything that had happened.

But even so, Graves kept up this front, stepping off the plane by himself and having nothing but his own company to face alone. He wouldn't let himself waver once in front of his men. Keeping on as though he had everything under control.

As usual, he busied himself with what needed to be done next, letting his work keep him too distracted to stop and take a look at everything else going on in his life, continuing with business as usual. He'd spend his nights with you when he could spare the time; business as usual. And he never spoke a word of his troubles, which weighed on him more so by the passing days. Business as usual.

Looking back, maybe he just didn't want to worry anyone, or rather he did not want to worry himself. And had you no care, you may have taken this act of his at face value. Only you did care. Too much in fact, because you hadn't been aware of just how much it was you did until now.

This stormy night had been another long one. There were mountains of phone calls and paperwork that seemed to endlessly take precedence over anything else. You'd volunteered to do the bulk of it, seeing as your Commander already had a lot on his plate. But even as you hammered out a good chunk of all the tedious tasks for him, judging from how Graves hasn't left his office since this morning, you knew it'd be another late night of working until the sunrises before he could finally step out.

Seeing him this busy had been more jarring than you thought. Graves was always busy sure, but this? He'd work himself into an early grave before he'd ever come close to finishing everything.

So you meant to bring him a coffee that night, as a small gesture of kindness. You may not be able to knock him out of this funk he's found himself in suddenly, but you could be there for him in little ways.

However, you pause just outside his office door, upon hearing the sound of angry voices erupting from inside. Deep and dominant, attempting to talk over one another, before one finally speaks clearly enough for you to hear from the other side.

General Shepherd's.

"In case you've forgotten, you and your men are still under contract, commander."

You froze in place, a cold chill running down your spine suddenly. The General was here. You had a feeling Shepherd would want to meet with Graves about what happened; you'd hoped the conversation would be a cordial one. However, from the man's tone, you knew what he was saying had been anything but.

The General only continues to go on his rant, his voice damn near rumbling the door from its hinges. It's a good thing most of everyone had gone home for the night already. "This is just as much your fuck up as it is mine," Shepherd argues. "Now we can either fix this together, or you can go down with it. Your choice."

"That's what we're callin' this then?" You hear Grave speak now. "My choice?"

"It's an easy one, if you ask me," Shepherd calms more, his tone growing more patronizing by the second. "Do the right thing here, son. Having those missiles on the loose like this does no good for no one. It's bad for me, and it's especially bad for you and yours. Something like this can ruin a man's career for the rest of his life. I know that's not what you want."

Your stomach turns listening to the General speak. Of course he was going to frame this in a way that made things out to be more on the Shadows than himself. Never mind the fact that he gave the order and set all this up, to begin with. But despite the griminess of this, there wasn't anything Graves could do about it. You knew that, and he did too.

Graves had made his choice when he signed the dotted line and brought you all here.

You begin resting your ear against the door, straining to better hear them. To your dismay, it's only Shepherd who seems adamant to continue trying to weasel his way into your commander's mind.

"Now this can still be worth your while, if we get things done right this time," Shepherd coaxes. "Is that something your Shadows can do still? Or have I bet on the wrong horse?"

There's a small pause, but eventually, through the silence, you hear Graves' defeated voice say dully, "...It'll get done, sir. Count on it."

"Good," Shepherd says. "That's what I want to hear from you. That this'll get done. And that we won't have any more mistakes on your part. We can't have another repeat of what happened back there."

"There won't be, sir."

"Your men wouldn't want to see you cowering with your tail tucked between your legs after a single fuck-up, Graves," Shepherd says. "Now you get this done, and I'll make this worth your while. It's about time the Shadows made a real name for themselves, wouldn't you agree?"

You have to stop yourself from scoffing at the General's comment. The Shadows have made a name for themselves. A pretty well-established name too, one that's gone years growing on its own without the help of some washed-up general a little too power-hungry for his own good. Graves didn't need his help to get places; surely he wasn't buying this.

Was he?

You get so lost in thought that you nearly miss the heavy footsteps approaching the door suddenly. Too fast for you to be able to move before it's swung open, revealing you to the room like a surprise present. The next thing you know, you're standing face to face with a very caught-off-guard General looking down at you from the entryway.

As always he's outfitted himself in his dress uniform, his chest brandished with enough tin pieces of decoration to make a metal detector burst in flames. From the few times you've spoken with the General in the past, he's never seemed very impressed by your presence. That hasn't seemed to change much even now.

You look up at Shepherd awkwardly, before standing at attention and greeting him properly. Like him or not, he was still technically your boss's boss. Though you do continue to hold the coffee you'd brought for Graves in your hand, rather nonchalantly. "Good evening, sir," you say.

Shepherd looks you up and down, particularly fixated on the coffee. You could just tell he had a comment on his mind that might urk you if you heard it. Though he keeps it to himself, as do you keep your expressions in check, watching his lips get tight, his crow's feet intensifying.

The only thing that concerned you was the weight of Graves' gaze from behind him. Some mix between being happy to see you, and being too tired to want to deal with that fact.

"Shadow," he greets back. "We missed you back in Al Mazrah."

Unfortunately, you couldn't say the same. Had you been there you may not have returned. Your eyes can't help but drift into the room behind Shepherd, catching Graves slumping back over to his desk. You try not to stare for too long. "I wish I could have been there to help, sir."

"We'll find a use for you yet," he comments. "Excuse me."

You don't put up a fight letting Shepherd leave. The General walks around you, as you wait in the doorway for him to disappear behind one of the walls to the hall, before finally inviting yourself into your commander's office.

Graves sits at his desk, his hands placed solemnly over his head and elbows resting exhaustedly on his desk. He waits for you to shut the door behind you before he finally lets out that heavy sigh he'd kept in this whole time. "That man is going to be the death of me one of these days," he comments to himself.

You stop in front of Graves' desk, watching him remain still even as you draw near. "Let's hope not," you say casually. "We still need you, sir."

Graves appears less than amused than usual tonight. "You shouldn't keep poppin' by like this," he warns. "People notice that kind of shit."

You pause for a moment. You haven't forgotten about the secrecy of your relationship with your commander, given your roles. The fact that he felt the need to remind you only raised suspicion. Had something changed?

"I just thought you could use a little pick-me-up, nothing more."

You make your way over to his desk, placing the coffee down in front of him. You'd done so rather strategically, setting it close enough to see the man unable to resist inhaling its scent. You can't help but smile at the way he stares at the drink for a while, before finally caving in and sinking back into his seat, grabbing hold of the coffee.

"How kind of you, Songbird." Graves takes a sip, letting the warmth of it wash through him. He licks his lips and lets out a light groan. "It's perfect."

"What kind of second-in-command would I be if I didn't know what coffee you prefer?"

You see Graves finally take a moment to himself, closing his eyes to enjoy the coffee you'd brought. It felt good to see him not hunched over his desk for a change. The man seemed prone to forgetting to take moments to himself lately, needing the reminder more often than not.

Frankly, you're not sure who else would care for your commander, had you not been here. It didn't seem like he really had anyone else, the longer you've been around him. No one was waiting for him at home, no one wondering where he could be or how he was. No one other than you, and you weren't even supposed to.

You instinctively take your seat at the empty corner of Graves' desk, just a foot or so to his right. The moment you do, you feel his eyes on you, a witty remark already brewing in the air, telling you that his desk was not a chair. He'd say it every time you came by and did it, yet it never stopped you. Nor did he ever push enough for his warnings to mean anything.

Graves made no such comments on it tonight.

"You know me too well," he says.

Your mouth parts, ready to say something a little too sweet to him before you catch hold of that sentence suddenly, that excited glint in your eyes dimming ever so lightly. You're thankful he hadn't been looking at you when you did it; you hadn't meant to. Because you'd suddenly thought to yourself, would it be such a bad thing to know him too well?

You instead watch Graves' eyes drift off to one of the windows, watching the way the rain smacked against it. Lost in thought. It was a peculiar sight, seeing him this way; not very often was he a man who'd got lost in his own mind.

As his attention shortly drifted from you, your eyes dropped down to his desk, catching a glimpse at some of the paperwork he had scattered about. One file in particular catches your eye almost immediately. The file of a Shadow Company member, Erikson. One of the many who'd died that night of the operation.

A rock feels as though it's formed at the pit of your stomach, being reminded of the people your company lost recently. You could only imagine what Graves must have felt in comparison. He always had been personal with his men, knowing each and every one of you by name, and even remembering the little things you told him. Above all, you knew that so long as you served in his company that you would be someone to care for.

It's what made what happened in Al Mazrah all the more personal for him.

Yet Shepherd couldn't care less about the condition of Shadow Company or its leadership. The job always came before the people's well-being, and if a job well done meant Shepherd could stamp his name on it afterward, then he'd damn you all if need be.

You decide to finally speak. "How're you holding up?"

"I've been better, that's for sure," he admits. "But I've just gotta get caught up on the rest of this before we can get to fixin' things."

"Fixing?" You ask.

Graves pauses. He hadn't meant for you to read into his words, having spoken a bit more candidly than he might have realized. Still, it never took him long to find what words to say next.

"I got us into this," he says. "I'm doin' what I can to make sure we can get out."

You frown, seeing that Shepherd's words must have cut deeper than you'd hoped. "We all chose to be here," you say. "Don't blame yourself."

"As your commander, I find that a little hard not to do," he sighs, suddenly breaking his gaze away, almost shamefully. "I really might have fucked us with this one."

"Is it that bad?" You ask, though you know the answer already. General Shepherd had put your company in a real predicament.

"Bad would be an understatement," Graves says. "This is a fucking shitstorm. But if we keep at it, we can brush this off. I just need to figure out where we need to be next. After I get this done..."

Graves' rambling slowly leads him back to the paperwork on his desk, as he begins skimming files again, reaching over for his pen. You've lost count of how many days you've seen him in this exact position. Only his face grows more worn each day. It saddened you to see.

"Well," you push off from his desk suddenly, sauntering your way over to the commander instead. Graves sees that flirtatious look in your eyes and he has to keep from making a face. Though he does start to smile. "Why don't you take a small break and relax for a little," you say.

"Trust me, I want to," he sighs. "But I've really got work to do, Songbird."

"I understand." You get on your knees in front of Graves now, your eyes looking up at him provocatively. " Just sit back then. Let me take some of that stress away."

You rest your hands on the top of Graves' thighs, sliding them towards the insides, and watching the man sink back into his seat, his blue eyes peering down at yours with lust. You gently push his legs apart so you can take a better position between them. Once seated, one of your hands makes its gentle way to his crotch, your fingers finding a hardening Graves beneath the fabric, as a tattered huff exhales from his nose. It makes you smirk.

"Fuck," he says under his breath. "You really kill me sometimes, you know that?"

"Shh, relax," you whisper. You thumb him through his uniform, teasing him with your touch as your spare hand made its way to his buckle. Doing the only thing in your power you knew could make the man happy for a short while. The only thing he's seemed responsive to thus far. "Let me take care of you."

That's all you really wanted to do -- take care of him. This man you've found yourself slowly growing more invested in, each day you spend together. You enjoyed making his nights easier, you enjoyed being that distraction. You wanted him to finally start letting you into his world. Everything you wanted from him, you want to give.

You stroke him slowly, your fingers having found the shape of him through his pants, getting a good feel for him. As your hand rubs up and down against him, Graves cocks his head back in his chair, his chest rising and falling the longer you touch him.

There's nothing he wanted more than to let you continue; he wanted to feel you finally get that buckle undone and spring him free from his uniform. Picturing how warm and wet your mouth would be the minute you let your lips wrap around him, your tongue tracing love letters on his skin like you do every night. Just picturing it had him twitching with lust in your palms.

Yet any time his eyes would open back up, and he could no longer just imagine that it was only you here that mattered, he'd only remember that he's in his office. And then he remembered everything else that rests on his shoulders right now. You included.

You pause when Graves suddenly lifts a hand, gently cupping your cheek. His hands are rough and callous, yet you can't help but snuggle against it. The expression you make seems to draw in a longing gaze from him. Though his other hand reaches for the one you have touching him, his fingers stopping you in your tracks.

"Another night, darlin'," he says.

For a moment you had thought of protesting, though when you took a good look at him, that urge had given way. You see a man who wants to work. A man on a mission. A man too afraid to take a minute to himself when there was a job to do. How could you compete with that?

You accept defeat, making a gentle sigh. For a moment you felt embarrassed by how forward you'd been, given the rejection. However, at the very least it didn't seem as though Graves had the attention span to really pay any mind to it. His mind was in a million other places.

"I'm sorry," you say awkwardly, beginning to sit up from between his legs. However, Graves takes hold of your arm, keeping you near, at least for the moment.

"I'm sorry," he says instead. "I wish... well..." Graves' voice trails, his eyes getting lost in yours, too guarded to read and yet too bittersweet to look away from. "Give me some time. I'll make this right."

"Hey we've got nothin' but time still, right?" You smile, leaning forward so that you could taste the coffee on his lips. Graves doesn't stop you as you come in, letting your lips find his and wrap him into a slow, tender kiss. When you move to pull away, he only keeps his hand on your arm, leaning forward to chase your lips again. Wanting to stay this way with you for the rest of the night.

Had an email notification not dinged so loudly on his computer, he may have almost forgotten where he was.

Graves pulls away from you, his eyes instinctively traveling over to his desktop to see who may have emailed him. You couldn't help but chuckle at the desperation in his eyes as he did it, finally standing up away from him.

You make your way back to the exit, prepared to leave. However, you can't stop thinking about Graves' face, or the exhaustion in his words. How he wished for you not to care for him.

"Graves," you stop right before the door, looking back at him reassuringly. He looks up at you from his computer, waiting patiently. "Don't kill yourself working too hard," you say to him.

"I can't make any promises, Songbird."

No, he couldn't make any promises. None to you, and none that his job did not outweigh. All his promises have been left for his real passion in life. As you two agreed. Only now that things have only gotten worse at work, perhaps you were starting to regret having agreed to such terms so recklessly.

Graves doesn't say anything else after that, though his face does soften up. It's enough for you to part from him with a smile. A smile that only wavers the moment it can no longer see him.

...Chapter Nineteen Here!

@kishie8 ╮(╯∀╰)╭

#call of duty #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #phillip graves #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare 2 #graves mwii #cod mw22 #mw2022 #Spotify #control

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joannasteez · 3 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY- EXCERPTS

thanks so much for the tag! @theninthwonder !! warning: this is another little AU ive been working on…(do u all see a pattern lol) but yeah. lawyer AU that im slowly working through. its got some workplace spice to it. but heres a lil bit of it. no real warnings besides foul language. note: who ever wants to participate in the challenge is of course welcomed to do so!

"what would you do without me?"

"suffer". "survive".

you thumb over your phone, ending the call. amused at the irony. cody could—contrary to what he thinks, but with barely any feet left to stand on—survive on his own. just barely. but roman would absolutely suffer.

and though you've never let the words leave your lips, form the letters together to produce such a humble grouping of syllables, suffering would be your portion without them. because new york, in all its supposed opportunity, was overly congested with ambition and malice and corrupt spirit. it was a machine of a city, and would soon turn anything and anyone into a lowly little cog, before it ever showed you some much needed grace and favor. thats why it never slept, and maybe thats why you barely do either. forcing caffeine down your throat to your belly to keep up with the pace. they, the boys, probably did it for the same reasons. and they weren't even from here. conforming to this jungle of a landscape out of pure will to succeed. to say they did it. pride and ego. that's what you think it is anyways. even amongst the satisfaction of so called justice. that's all it ever was.

your stomach grumbling again. pushing forward past the entrance of the firm and hustling up two flights of steps. coffee boxes and bags of cups, sugars and creamer running across to crease your fingers. it was a bad day to forget your gloves. but it was either that or miss the train.

steps clack with an echo. warm, strong fingers pulling at the boxes in your hands. its roman. small smile slipping into his lips. and its probably only because you've come with his coffee.

he takes everything from you. and the relief is sweet to your fingers.

"my savior", he muses. "i got a nice little gift for your efforts".

"paperwork isn't a gift. it's labor". trailing behind him till you both come upon the open space styled office area. "and to be quite honest, i feel like, me, specifically, i've lived past the need to work".

he sets the bags and boxes down in the kitchen area tucked away from paper riddled desks, fashioned with computers, printers and other general office supplies. a mocking pout set into his mouth as he looks to you. standing tall and wide.

"theres this little thing called reality and adulting...", his voice smooth, mirthful and patronizing. and if not for the handsome ways of his face, you'd lean into the violent intrusive thought of splashing hot coffee at him. just where his freckles scatter across his cheeks. "...where you pay bills, get too little sleep, eat, fuck, stress and solve minuscule problems that make you go gray. and then you pay more bills".

"sounds like a slow painful death".

roman pours his coffee. sipping at the undefiled black of it. no sugar or creamers. just the bare bitterness of a pure brew. "we die daily anyways don't we?".

"i'd like not to die without the suffering and student loan debt".

"you do realize that you went to law school and became a paralegal right?"

#work in progress #wip wednesday #roman reigns #cody rhodes #lawyer au #stuff in the drafts

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whentommymetalfie · 17 days

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I'd also like to get some ideas for Tommy and Alfie out of my head:

• Tommy finding a list Alfie wrote with things he successfully made Tommy eat in the past. Tommy is obviously very annoyed but also extremely in love and in aww

• Alfie buying Tommy the fluffiest, warmest, prettiest blanket (only the best for his princess) after he realized (obviously very quickly into their relationship) that Tommy is often cold. Of course Tommy denies being cold but yet, the blanket is always around in their home.

• after a fight about something unimportant but with some stupid things said, Tommy leaves as he always did in the past but he realizes that a fight is just a fight and Alfie will stay (perhaps Alfie needs to do some talking)

• Alfie, under false premises, gets Tommy away from his desk (Tommy obviously doesn't know when work gets too much and his (mental) health suffers) and he drives him to Margate to spend some time alone with Tommy. Later is annoyed at the beginning, work you know, but fresh air, long walks at the beach and being pampered by Alfie does wonders.

Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us :) You are an amazing writer!

Also would love seeing your Masterlist back here. I always enjoyed going through it very much.

Thank you for your kind words ❤️ And I thank you for gifting me with these ideas while also getting them out of your head. Also be forewarned, this reply got away from me.

Alfie trying to get Tommy to eat is -which is obvious by my writing- a very dear topic to me and oh what a great idea this is. I can see Alfie going about it in the most sneaky way (he thinks) and carrying the list around because if he leaves it lying around somewhere, he knows for sure that Tommy will find it. Mostly because he constantly loses things, and needs Tommy’s help finding it. But he takes it out when the trousers/waistcoat/jacket needs to be washed. Which leads to it being found. Takes a moment for Tommy to realize what it is though, maybe he thinks it’s just a weird shopping list at first, because he’s certainly not as aware of his own behaviors as Alfie. Many thoughts on what would be on the list. I can see it being the most random collection of foods imaginable… much to think about

I am, truly, the biggest fan of blankets around, and especially putting Tommy in blankets. I manage to squeeze it into almost everything. And often many times in the same story (aka Breathe again and Home to you, in which a blanket is basically it’s own character). I need Alfie to get Tommy the most Extra blanket ever, and Tommy firmly denies needing it but Alfie also definitely gets home from the bakery on a cold day to find him napping under it (because he thought for sure Alfie wouldn’t be home for another hour or so). Also Alfie calling Tommy princess > see this is incredibly important to me. 1, it annoys Tommy, 2, it delights Alfie and 3, it’s true. Also on the subject, I have blanket related art! I’m going to search it out and reblog it for my fellow blanket fans out there.

Tommy storming off only to realise that perhaps this isn’t a world ending fight and Alfie will in fact stay even if they have a disagreement and realising how far they’ve come in their relationship❤️‍🩹 And therefore feeling an even deeper level of safety, knowing he can’t easily ’ruin’ this, the way he’s convinced himself he always does…

Alfie tricking Tommy into resting/kidnapping him and taking him to Margate for a vacation for his own good is truly the only way he'll get him to rest❤️ Tommy will just have to live with it because Alfie knows what's best for him. Would definitely include Tommy trying to sneak paperwork along in a suitcase and Alfie confiscating it. And Tommy taking a full 2-3 days to stop sulking and stressing about all the stuff that needs doing, just buzzing with nervous energy, but then completely deflating and spending a whole day knocked out on the sofa (maybe under a blanket who knows)

Thank you so much for sharing these with me! And I'll try to get my masterlist sorted, it was stressing me out that it's not up to date, but you can find all my works (in a more organized fashion) on Ao3 in the meantime ❤️

#tommy x alfie #anon ask #requests and inspiration

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cutiedwaekki · 7 months

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mr policeman ♡

— hey mister policeman i don't want no trouble

Changbin x Seungmin

summary : Where a Changbin overwhelmed by work follows the recommendations of his colleague Seungmin. But should he have?

contain : weight gain , weight gain denial , mention of thight clothes , button popping , public humiliation (?) , police AU

A/n : GUYS I'M FINALLY ON HOLIDAY YESS and my arms is a bit better now so here is a long awaited fic that I had in my drafts ♡

Enjoy ♡

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

—I fucking told my mom I'd be there tonight. She's gonna kill me. muttered the brunette as she filled out the paperwork they'd assigned him.

The District 9 police station seemed quiet, but it was full of officer just as passionate about their thirst for justice as they were about their work.

It's very simple: here, Seo Changbin, inspector, had to fill in the case file 143, since Jeongin, who was in charge of the case with him, had broken his arm by chasing the criminal.

The poor man was so stressed, and his poor mother kept sending him messages to make some blind dates for him. In fact, it was another date he'd missed that evening.

—Sunbae, you seem tense, are you okay? Asked then asked his colleague and office neighbor Seungmin.

The two of them had a Tom and Jerry kind of relationship, always bickering, but caring for each other only when things got really bad.

— Oh, it's nothing, but between my mother, the work I have to manage on top of Jeongin's chores and my neighbors who fuck every night, I think it'll be a miracle if I don't throw him in the Han River by the end of the week. The brunette massaged his temple , causing his friend to chuckle, and as if a light bulb had gone on above his head, he suggested something. I've got a good stress reliever I bet that could help. No sooner had he said this than Changbin turned his full attention to him. When I finish a file or feel I need it, I eat a praline, which motivates me to finish quickly and get my fix.

Changbin wasn't convinced, but no sooner had he mentioned it than Seungmin shoved a handful of pralines into his mouth, leaving Changbin to macerate them before swallowing. The sweet taste of the caramel that coated the peanut was a delight, an unimaginable sweetness, it was as if all his problems had vanished.

— See ? It works! exclaimed Seungmin proudly. Yes, I admit it, where did you buy them? Changbin asked curiously.

Seungmin simply smiled wryly, at least he had helped his friend to get better and was no longer preoccupied with his files or the messages his mother had sent telling him that Yeri's appointment was waiting for him.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

— And another box finished, it's time for what? Praline time. The brunette seemed to have acquired the happy habit of grunting an praline ever since Seungmin had told him about it. He wasn't going to admit it, but from the first day he'd gone to bought some directly, he'd only taken one packet, thinking that given his stress, one would be enough. But when after two days the whole pack was emptied without a single crumb, he went back to the store and took a stock so he'd never run out.

Because yes, one praline was never enough, you needed at least one pignet to get the taste in your mouth, like a lollipop that you suck until there's nothing left.

But is eating so much hard-boiled caramel-coated kosher good for your health when you spend eight hours a day sitting on a chair, doing administrative work to replace your colleague? Definitely not. And although Changbin was a really atheletic, muscular guy, the lack of exercise and time was starting to show. After all, if he had to manage on the runway and go to dates that in 99% took place at the restarant, no wonder he put on weight.

His figure was still just as toned, well, you could still see his broad shoulders, his big arms, but added to that bulging cheeks, a prominent belly to which were added love handles so big they fell to the sides of his uniform and an ass so round and juicy that Seungmin could have sworn he'd seen it wedged into his seat once.

But let's get back to the story. Changbin euphorically swallowing his praline fist

— one praline for this case, another because Changbinie wrote over 200 words, another for-

— Changbin-nim ... about pralines ...

—oh they are sweets fallen from the sky

— yes surely but how to say ... you look quite ... fat

Changbin almost choked on a praline as he glared at hil. How dare he call him fat, he wasn't, uh?

After a few long seconds of trying to sit up, catch his breath after that effort and eat another praline, he pointed at Seungmin. You ... how dare you call him fat, this is a place of work an not a recreation center.

But Seungmin wasn't even offended by these words, he just smirked, concluding with As you wish.

But honestly, Seungmin would be lying if he said this new Changbin didn't trigger something in him. After all, he'd always found him attractive and had already openly asked him out for a drink after work, but it had never gone any further. But now ... ... he found him seductive, sexy and hot as hell.

How could he resist?

☆ミU^ェ^Uミ

—Yes and so in case to this folder I thought- Hey oh Felix are you listening?

-Shh look, Changbin's trying to get out of his chair but he can't it's so cute

Effectively , in the meantime and from eating other bags of pralines, Changbin had put on even more weight, going from a muscular, athletic body to a simple ball of fat, so fat that he'd been on the official administrative charge ever since chase with a crimminal went wrong.

His belly was so massive that you could see it through his shirt, it was so big that it was always resting on his knees. His chest, which he often flaunted with pec movements, had also rounded out and looked bigger than a C or even a D cup . But the biggest thing was still his ass, still round and juicy, shaking with every step he took, now he couldn't take a step without waddling, letting his whole body shake from the shock of his body weight.

But did Changbin seem to notice? No, not so much as to stop his addiction to pralines or to waddle away, as he'd gone from tons of dates to almost none at all. Anyway, he didn't mind, he loved the peace and quiet now.

—Wow, we've got to get this on film. When Jeongin sees it later, he'll be hallucinating.

—Changbin-ah do you need help? Felix asked politely, amused by the scene.

-N-No .. hff... i-i'm fine and finally after an umpteenth effort to get his ass out of the seat, he'd managed to do it, he was both proud and surprised to see that half the office had their eyes on him, the former jock turned to a pig.

—What, do I have something on my face? But the only response he got was from Seungmin, who discreetly pointing his shirt. Indeed, all his efforts had led to his blouse giving way at the seams and popping a few buttons in the process. Come one Sunbae, I'll help you find a solution Seungmin walked over to him and led him to the shop where he hoped to find a solution.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

Seungmin offered one of the district's XL jackets, which was often lying around for those who had a clothing problem.

I mean, it's mostly when someone get a a coffee stain, but rippint his shirt to the only strength of his fatty body was a first

—Am I fat? Changbin asked, visibly confused, the only one not yet aware of it.

— honestly... yes, you are huge

But Changbin swallowed his saliva, his ego had just taken a hit and now I understood why Mum wouldn't give me a date anymore. Nobody wants to date a pig

—If you think like that, then yes. Changbin looked up at him, confused. His puzzled look denoted Seungmin's confident face.

So confident that he approached him and placed a kiss on his lips.

—If you're looking for someone who wants to date this pig, call me.

Seunglin so left without saying a word

Changbin was perplexed and impressed by what had happened in the last few minutes.

Wait-

Seungmin was asking him out?

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #kinktober 2023 #skz chubby

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sswissy · 2 years

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𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚��𝒖 | 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅

𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Bellamira was less than pleased having to return back to her duties after spending a few days in the Ghoul's den with Swiss. Apparently Cardi had slipped up even though Rain had made up an excellent cover story with Aether. However Sister Imperator could see right through anything so Cardi wasn't at too much fault here. Bellamira had definitely been slacking off but it was hard to focus on cleaning or assisting new sisters when Swiss was at the peak of his heat.

Plus Swiss didn't make things easier on her by any means throughout the week. His constant need for attention or to fuck was physically exhausting but Bellamira wasn't going to complain. Being able to spend a few days with her mate was exhilarating. However what Mira wasn't too thrilled about was the constant badgering from the new sister who couldn't quite catch the hint that Swiss wasn't interested.

It was like the women had a sixth sense when it came to finding where she was in the abbey. Even if Mira wasn't doing something on her usual schedule, she was able to sniff her out somehow. It was honestly completely infuriating to deal with especially when she was trying to rush back to the Ghoul den without being seen by her. Sister Evelyn was making Bellamira reach a breaking point which was extremely difficult but the women knew how to push all the wrong buttons.

"If Sister Imperator doesn't switch my schedule then there might be another small fire set in the abbey." Bellamira grumbled. She had sought out Cardi for some kind of advice but the man was kicking it into high gear trying to make it to rehearsals. Their work load of paperwork had been quite intense that afternoon with upcoming ritual deadlines and countless other small things to approve for the abbey.

"Sorella for all that is unholy, please don't set the abbey on fire-" Cardi pleaded, his eyes showing pure alarm in them. Dew would be willing to set anywhere ablaze and if Mira got a hold of him for the suggestion, they would be absolutely screwed.

"I didn't say I'd set the entire abbey on fire, Cardi." Mira laughed it off. As much as she couldn't stand Sister Evelyn, there was no reason for violence especially if it put the abbey at risk. Just hopefully the woman's curiosities would die out so Mira could get some peace and quiet for once.

"We're setting the abbey on fire now?" Rain had been rushing like Hell to get to rehearsals until seeing the leisurely stroll from Mira with a panicked Papa. Sister Imperator would cause absolute chaos if things ran late due to the Ghouls but less so if Papa was the reason behind it.

"Nobody is setting anything on fire-" Cardi groaned. Sometimes having to deal with Mira and Rain's antics were too much when the stress was building up. However Bellamira would argue on that considering she never started too many problems except for teasing the hell out of Cardi as a joke.

"Sister Bellamira! Wait up-" Mira huffed while crossing her arms. How the hell did she find her at this hour? Usually most of the clergy was eating in the hall, indulging in sin or getting ready to sleep. Rain glanced back seeing Sister Evelyn rushing down the hall to reach the three of them, swerving around a few sister's who were raising an eyebrow in question.

"Now is the perfect time to kill me-" Bellamira groaned internally before spinning around with a fake smile. As much as it killed her to be kind to this one, she had a reputation to uphold in the clergy. Not that it was a fake persona because Mira really did love the entire abbey but ones like this really just got under her skin.

"How can I help you, Sister Evelyn?" Mira asked. She had reached her short of breath and fanning herself to cool down. An eyebrow was raised in question from all of them wondering how far this women had gone to hunt down Mira.

"I was wondering if I could watch rehearsals tonight?" Sister Evelyn asked. The suggestion had most definitely been a long shot considering the clergy was only able to see performances during rituals and or mass. However that didn't seem to stop Sister Evelyn from trying.

"Unfortunately Sister Imperator likes to keep those private, right Papa?" Bellamira was practically pleading with Cardi to agree except once turning to him, he had completely vanished. Rain was still standing next to her blankly staring at the sister questioning why her interests hadn't died down yet.

"I was wondering if I could talk to Swiss but if I can't go in, do you mind passing him a message?" Sister Evelyn pouted. Rain grimaced at the sight not fully understanding what this women had thought up in her head. Did she not understand that Bellamira was clearly Swiss' mate? He had seemed to make it pretty obvious at the last mass but yet this girl just didn't give up.

"And that would be?" Bellamira could feel her anger growing. This hadn't been the first time Evelyn had brought him up. It was smaller things at first like curious little questions about the ghouls but maintaining focus on him. No matter how many times Mira dodge them somehow it made her even more interested. Almost as if her mate had this mysterious aura around him-

"I know a lot of the other sisters have sinned with the others ghouls and I was wondering if he would with me?" Sister Evelyn asked. Rain couldn't help but laugh at the boldness that this women just displayed in front of Swiss' own mate. He turned to look at Bellamira who looked utterly shocked but also growing in irritation.

"You do realize you're talking about my mate, Sister Evelyn? You really think he's going to fuck you when he has me?" Bellamira hissed. It didn't take long for the other women to grow bright red with embarrassment but the determination in her eyes didn't seem to die down by any means. Which further angered Mira, how can one women be stupid when it came to plain signals?

"Maybe he'll get bored with you-" Sister Evelyn shrugged. Rain couldn't stop laughing at this point as Bellamira took a step forward and slapped the women across the face. Frankly, Mira was surprised with herself but it could've had to do with the fact Swiss had just mated with her or being in a fog due to his heat. Nobody had ever pissed her off as much as this women did and it had finally reached a breaking point.

Passing clergy members had hands covering their mouths in pure shock and had already begun gossiping to each other. Rain had finally stopped laughing but was hunched over trying to catch his breath. Bellamira was staring the women down who was clutching onto her cheek in shock. The satisfaction of it all was enough for Mira to feel slightly better after the buildup of stress from when Evelyn would be popping up around every corner badgering her.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take care of my mate." Mira turned on her heel as Rain followed closely behind. Sister Evelyn huffed with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks before running off back to the dorms. Both of them glanced at each other chuckling at the situation. Granted it would earn a very stern talking to from Sister Imperator but the whole ordeal was too priceless. It didn't matter if it meant double the chores or even the worse of them because hopefully this meant Sister Evelyn learned a lesson.

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I haven't written in forever I know but my life has been quite something lately and the last thing on my mind was writing. But I'm in a very good place right now and I hope to continue writing for y'all.

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butters-flower-mom · 3 months

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There's too many things I want to own but I'm running out of money. I need to use Butters merch and Switch games to motivate me to find a new job, hopefully one that doesn't drain the life out of me.

Rant about jobs and working below.

This is how working works for me: I get a job and I can finally afford all the things I want, but the job makes me so stressed and depressed I can't enjoy the things I can now afford. I stop buying things I want because I see no point in owning them if they won't make me happy. Eventually it all gets to be too much and I get urges to hurt myself. I quit the job because that's the only way I can get a break from it and the urges go away after awhile. I coast by on the money I've saved up for about a year until it begins to run out and I need a job again but now my work history has a huge gap between jobs. And it gets harder and harder to get hired because I have more and more gaps with each job I quit.

I only ever had one job that I actually enjoyed. I'd probably still be working there now if the company hadn't closed down years ago. My sister-in-law offered me a job working with her where I'd never have to deal with customers. I'd just be dealing with computers and paperwork, which is an ideal job for me. I can't do social interactions. My voice is monotone and I can't fake a smile and it makes people yell at me. The problem is, the job is too far away and I don't drive. My family keeps saying they want to move to a town that would much closer and I'd actually be able to work there if we did move, but who knows how long it might be before we actually move or if we even do because they also keep throwing around the idea of moving out of state entirely.

I'm probably gonna have to bite the bullet and work a job where I get yelled at constantly and just try to deal with it but I'm honestly sick of a life filled with things I need to try to deal with.

#lotus talks to herself

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marcholasmoth · 5 months

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OSRR: 3443

today has been fuckin ROUGH, my dudes.

i woke up this morning and almost immediately got overwhelmed by stuff. car accident stuff, medical bill stuff, cleaning stuff, putting stuff away, money stuff, literally anything that i had to think about or possibly find i was immediately stressed about. my broken glasses, an unpaid insurance claim, unpaid medical bills that i didn't know where to send, phone calls, breakfast, missing paperwork. literally i sat up in bed with my head in my hands for a solid ten minutes because i couldn't handle looking at my disaster of a room. it just made everything worse.

the anxiety and stress followed me most of the day. it still lingers, even now.

i didn't feel confident enough in myself to be an adult today. in fact, today was one of those days when i wanted to sit with my plushies and rock back and forth all day and be tucked into bed. it felt like i was five. it happens a lot, actually, and it's very frustrating because it happens at the worst possible moments.

i had to push through it. as mom looked for some of my paperwork, she also picked up some of the things in my room that didn't need to be there. it made it a little more manageable. i could at least look at it.

mom and i sat down and looked at paperwork after collecting a bunch. we looked through insurance things for my car accident. i went through and checked things off. i had questions so i wrote them down. i filled out forms and called my claims agent and left a message. when she didn't pick up, mom and i went to the bank to get things notarized. with that done, we got starbucks and lunch and my agent called back just as i was putting my stuff down after coming back. i asked my questions and got some answers. so that was good.

i also got a notification that my ebay package was delivered - the one with my new glasses frames in it. i ran out to grab the mail and i took the box and my purse and went to get my lenses changed into the new frames. i had to wait a bit, and while i waited i realized i was so excited to get my new frames that i'd left my phone on the table at home.

good news is the frames are perfect.

i was able to hit up walmart after for a few things i needed, like my medication refills, some body wash, and a new supply of period supplies, but i also got more decorations for the office for valentine's day and laundry baskets for me and joel. they're a distinct color so no one should fuck it up.

also i scheduled an appointment to get my hair done later this month. mom and i talked about it and she said she was willing to pay for it for me, still. she mentioned it's something i do for my mental health, and she's right. it's been a long time since i last got my hair done, so i'm happy about being able to do it again.

after returning home after all of that, i was tired. mom and i went upstairs and played one of the new games i got for christmas and it was a lot of fun to play. i'll bring it over to play with joel, although a lot of people don't like the same kind of games i do. it kind of makes me sad because people don't like the puzzle games i like so i don't have people to play them with. sure i don't have a lot of time anyway, but id still like to play. i miss playing. so much of my life is just work and sleep and drive and i don't ever really get to just play. i keep plushies with me because i want the comfort of having them with me because i don't have time to dedicate to having them with me. so i just keep them with me. it's. it's frustrating. and it makes me sad.

but yeah not much happened besides a ton of things that needed to be cleared up for my mental health.

next up is cutting my nails. i'm so tired. i'm exhausted and im hungry and im tired and i need a vacation desperately. and probably a new job. it's taxing. i love my job. i love my coworkers. but what i have to do to go to work daily is unsustainable. i've really worked there for six months. i am very fucking close to burning out.

i need to talk to christine. too many things have happened.

also i'd like a joel hug. he gives good hugs and encourages me to only worry about the things i can control. he helps me put things into perspective.

i hope he likes the laundry baskets.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3400s #sunshine boy

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patchesproblem · 1 year

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Einsla sleeping habits

Oh god I have a lot to say on this.

TLDR: they're an absolute mess and have the sleeping habits of a college student who's on the constantly either on the verge of death and tired constantly mixed with that one highschool kid who you swear doesn't even know what sleep is, or they can be functional human beings for a few days and then die again.

ALSO. Sorry for taking a bit to respond </3 This took a while to write. It's kinda devolved into an entire essay and went into way more detail than was probably needed. though I hope it answers it kinda.

Actual answer under the cut LMAO

Okay so I'll separate them and I'll do a bit at the end with the both of them. I'd keep it all together, but I have hcs for the both of them so.

I'll also be basing this off of both the VN and my personal views on their characters overall / my hcs.

Einstein:

Okay she lives off caffeine. Not as much as Tesla but caffeine is the only thing keeping her sane. Joking aside, I feel like it depends on the day whether or not she actually sleeps properly or not. On normal days she'll actually go to bed on time if Tesla is off working or having to deal with someone's bs.

When it's just her and she doesn't have to be a basement dweller locked in their lab / office for paperwork and all that fun stuff, she probably actually goes to bed like a normal person at around 7-9 pm and wakes up early.

Though when she DOES have work it's probably more like as soon as she gets done she just immediately goes to bed. Girl just wants to sleep and kinda be a functioning member of society.

Also probably takes naps if she's tired and has time to. She's been doing this for 60+ years, she deserves a break.

That being said.. When she's under stress she just can't sleep. This is especially obvious when her depressions getting worse, and when Tesla's gone. It's less obvious when compared to Tes because I mean.. Tes is Tes, but 100% probably more likely to make some passive aggressive remark, just stare at someone when they say some dumbshit, and less likely to entertain anyone's bullshit. Gets worse when Tesla isn't around because they both are clingy mfs and she's just as bad, and she misses her lmao. Joking aside, it gets worse since Tes is really one of her only connections with reality at this point. They keep each other somewhat sane, and without her around everything just feels pointless and miserable. Normally they'd try to help one another, but it's kinda hard to do that when one of you is getting jumped at the SoQ and the other is too busy being a couples therapist for two herrschers fist fighting on a roof. I'll go into more detail about this later because there's more to it, but since it involves both of them I'll put it in that section.

When Tesla IS around she probably goes to bed later just because Teslas Tesla and has the sleep schedule of a college student of who solely survives off caffeine. Expect probably around 10-11pm if they hadn't been working that day and if they didn't have work early the next morning. Though it might be longer depending on whether or not Tes actually sleeps or if she just continues rambling while Einsteins trying to sleep LMAO. She stays up a bit later just to spend time with her and listen to her nonsensical ramblings. Also because she just likes listening to her get excited over stuff but she'd never admit that

She also has to have the room be freezing cold because she over heats easily and can't sleep when it's even remotely hot. It doesn't help when Teslas clinging on to her all night. Ironically enough it just makes Tesla want to cling onto her more because she's cold. She doesn't particularly mind, though. Probably does it intentionally since it makes it where she won't die of a heatstroke while still being able to cuddle lmao.

Tesla:

She survives solely off Dr. Pepper and other sodas. God only knows how she's still surviving. Jokes aside, her sleep schedule is kinda all over the place.

When it's just her around you're lucky if she goes to bed before two in the morning. Probably goes to bed around 11pm - 2am, but it changes depending on if she's tired or not. If she was working that day she goes to bed at a reasonable time of 'as soon as she gets off, no matter if it's 2pm or 8pm.' If it was a good day then she'll probably stay up for a few minutes just to do random things, but if it was a bad day then she's just going to bed no questions asked. Ein made her go sober and so now she just sleeps the anger away when Eins isn't around to hear her angry rants.

She probably also just falls asleep on her desk semi often. Will also just fall asleep on Ein just because she can. Though that's really only when they're in their lab / alone because she hates people seeing her vulnerable and seeing her being anything other than an angry redhead. aka she's embarrassed by recieving affection and gets flustered and hates people seeing her like that LMAO. She has no excuse, she's just gay and tired. That's her entire reasoning even if she tries to pull some random explanation out of thin air.

Similar to Einstein when she's under stress she just can't sleep, especially when her depression gets bad. Like her mind refuses to calm down for even five seconds, and she just gets even more stressed. I personally hc her as having ADHD, which is important because it often leads to her becoming extremely over stimulated and miserable for half the night (There's a lot more to this that I won't go into detail about because we'd be here all day, but that's the basic gist of it). Normally Einstein helps calm her down before it gets to that point, which I'll go more into detail later, but since they aren't always together it just results in her being sleep deprived and in an extremely bad mood. Probably just better off leaving her alone and just not speaking to her unless needed. She will have a headache and be more likely to get agitated and lash out as a result.

When Einsteins around she'll begrudgingly go to bed with her. They've compromised on sleeping at 11, so she can kinda deal with it. She could stay up later if she wanted, but she wants to talk to Einstein even if it means having to have a functioning sleep schedule. More on this later.

Tes prefers to sleep with fluffy blankets too and probably has at least twelve plushies at any given moment. Though she only sleeps with two or three when Eins is around because she wants to give her actual room to move.

Gay people can't be seperated:

Okay this sections where it involves both of them, so it might be a bit long.

A few things that I want to note before I begin:

I believe both Tes and Ein have nightmares of the events that happened in New York. Tes has some revolving around her childhood, and Eins has some revolving around Karls death as well. They probably also had nightmares about Plancks death for awhile (This is based off of Myu's fanfic for Planck. It's depressing and made me cry at seven in the morning. 100% recommend /srs)

Tesla's 100% softer and nicer in private. She only channels her angry redheaded ginger self as a way to protect herself, and she cares about Eins dearly. This seems a bit odd to put here but it'll become important.

Both suffer from depression.

Now to actually begin on their shared sleeping habits. One of the first things is the fact that they're always either A. holding each other or B. holding hands while they sleep. It originally started as a way to remind each other they were still there because things weren't exactly easy on them. I'd assume it started sometime after the events of New York, even if they weren't technically dating at the time.

The constant nightmares, Mr Blonde Bitch who likes ruining peoples lives, and having to deal with people within their own organization tormenting them constantly took a toll on them. There'd been several times where one of them woke up panicking terrified because they were worried the other went to see Joyce. (aka died.) They've done it for decades now and they just can't sleep otherwise. Even after arguments they still do it even if it's just begrudgingly lmao. They might want to kill the other but they still love the other. Probably.

Pictured: them after an argument / disagreement and they have work in the morning and need to sleep

They're also just gay and are affectionate in private. Tesla pesters her constantly to be held and Ein pretends she only gives in because she doesn't want to be pestered, but she actually loves it and just doesn't want to admit it LMAO. She's the person who secretly loves affection but just doesn't say it or admit it out of embarrassment.

When it comes to Einstein while she's less likely to ask for help from others, she's trusts Tesla to the point where she asks her for help. Though over sixty plus years you tend to learn the others habits and warning signs pretty quickly, so she normally won't have to since Tesla can already tell. Tesla gets concerned over her well being Extremely Easily. That's one of the main things that hasn't changed about her over the years. One slight change and she's already convinced somethings wrong. But often time's she'll stay awake to make sure she actually falls asleep, and she makes an effort to comfort her. Whether it be listening to her vent, holding her, telling her everything will be okay, or getting up at two in the morning get her water when she has to get up for work in less than four hours.

tldr Tesla would die for this girl. She's the light of her life and refuses to let her suffer if she can help her.

When it comes to Tesla she's.. Well Tesla. She's extremely easy to read, especially to Einstein. Though she's also stubborn, and refuses to ask for help even if she really does need it. Ein has found ways around this, obviously. She'll essentially do small things she knows makes the other feel better. It's kinda similar to leaving a trail of food for a stray cat and just waiting for it to come to you LMAO. Examples of it are similar to what Tes does for Eins, aka holding her, comforting her, etc. Especially after she has a bad day and just wants to go to bed she'll just lay with her to make sure she sleeps and doesn't let the stress get to her so badly she can't sleep. Eventually she'll actually tell her what's wrong, but only if Ein gives her time to calm down and not pester her.

tldr Einstein would also die for this girl and she's the light of her life and just wants to see her happy.

They tend to try to go to bed at around the same time. On a normal day it's from around 10 - 11pm. Normally they'll just lay down for awhile and talk with each other before they fall asleep, and just hold each other and enjoy each others company. Ein probably teases her over 'the great and powerful Tesla' just wanting to be held despite her refusing to be seen as vulnerable around others. She probably insults her back, or threatens her. Saying 'I will kill you' is her version of 'I love you.' They're gay and love each other.

This is small, but I figured I'd mention it while I was talking about them. They both have stuffed animals that they take with them everywhere for when they're away from each other. It just comforts them and makes them feel better while they're away, but it's still a small thing that makes me happy and just somehow makes sense. It was probably Tesla's idea that she off handedly said at some point, and Einstein just decided to get them both matching stuffed cats to carry around to surprise her. Probably had them custom made tbh. Tesla refused to shut up about them for weeks afterwards, and probably showed hers off to everyone she could. She loves it and probably named it either Lieserl or Ein. Ein probably named hers Nikola or Tes too. They're just stupid little scientists.

Might edit more onto this later, but I've been writing this for several hours now and I'm just rambling at this point </3

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