MadPat with Reader getting yelled at in the Pizzeria
Totally not based off my experiences with working at a pizzeria
Mad loves having you work with him. Even if it’s only part-time, every time you're at the pizzeria, he's in a noticeably better mood, and the other employees are grateful.
He sometimes just lingers around the area where you're stationed so he can watch you work.
He's in the kitchens, observing one of the new employees to make sure they're not messing up. It's his absolute least favorite part of owning the pizzeria, and he's definitely not pleased. All he wants is to go home and just spend time with you.
It's actually kind of surprising that he hears the commotion coming from the dining part of the pizzeria, because the kitchen is loud, but he does, and his attention is drawn to it.
He's mostly expecting it to be some child being scolded by its mother- god he hates those creatures- or some employee that dropped a pizza by accident.
But... he finds you, basically surrounded by three teenage boys.
They're yelling, and you're clearly not sure what to do, because your eyes dart between them and you're definitely scared.
"How hard is it to make a fucking pizza?" One of the kids, the one with the bad hair, yells directly at you.
He pulls you away from them quickly, now enraged that they would dare speak to you like that. It hurts him how you panic a little more at the feeling of being pulled away, but he hides you behind him, out of sight. You cling to him desperately.
"Is there a problem?" Mad says through gritted teeth, fighting each and every one of his demons to not murder the kids right there and then.
"We ordered a pizza ten minutes ago, where is it? It can't be that hard to make!"
"Did my employee warn you there would be a wait?"
"No!"
His eyes narrow. He's seen you work. You always let customers know about the wait for their food. So not only are these idiotic kids yelling at his best employee- his lover- but they've been ignoring you too. It's starting to look exponentially worse for them.
He wants to kick them out. The way you squeeze him a little tighter after the boy yells again only fuels that.
"Are we going to get our pizza or not?" Another one of the three teenagers says, frustrated for no reason at all, really.
He thinks for a second. "No. Get out."
"What?!" The teenagers all shout.
"You're banned from my pizzeria. Get. Out."
The boy with the bad hair scoffs. "Fine. Come on, guys."
The three boys and a fourth teen, a girl, leave. The girl, without the boys noticing, mouths an I'm sorry, and he nods slightly, turning to you to make sure you saw it too.
"Are you okay?" He asks as soon as they're gone, holding your shoulders.
You shaking from the encounter makes him furious, and once again he debates adding to the list of missing children in the pizzeria.
He doesn't even care when your shift ends, he's the owner of the place and he can do what he wants. He tells you to grab your stuff and clocks you out and takes you home.
He's literally so soft for the rest of the day, because seeing you being yelled at made him so angry and protective that he just wants to make sure you're okay :)
If you want to go back to work later that day, he'll probably let you, but he will keep a closer eye on you.
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The m34th going through different witch seduction tactics, meanwhile Lime is just: thighs thighs thighs thighs
HE WOULD!!!!! also it would be VERY funny if the anti-witch-seduction (AWS) training had the exact same vibes as those free speech training things they make you do in university where you watch a bunch of bad acting videos and answer very easy questions that have very obvious correct answers if youre not a monster
lime having to sit there watching another video of someone dressed as a fake witch and then taking a multiple choice quiz thats like "You see a witch trying to bribe you with her body, do you A) bring her in anyway, or B) give in?" and hes like "Boy oh boy i wonder what the right answer is"
or its one of those cringey corporate team meeting vibes where everyone sits down in a big room and the manager goes "okay im not naming names but REMEMBER IN THE HANDBOOK how it says we're not supposed to sleep with witches?? yeah?? that was in the handbook guys. please read it again if you need to. this is not team player behavior"
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i need to be kiri’s chubby lil housewife who’s always getting doted on and bred and cuddled and- i need to be sedated im so in love with him
BREAKING NEWS: housewife sedated after being too in love with her husband😩😩😩 TUNE IN FOR more about her big breeder daddy AT EIGHT!!!!!
(no but forreal... need to be the wife all his friends are jealous of, who makes pastries and snacks for the agency every week and and is called his sidekicks' bonus mom, who brings all his babies in to say hi and get kisses when he's not on patrol...................then gets to fuck in his own personal office shower when they're being watched by other heroes.... and then conceives again...............)
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Roulette wheel of who has Buck’s Power of Attorney- still Bobby, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it? Maddie, his sister? Eddie, a return gesture for making Buck Chris’ guardian?
Some combination of backups and alternates?
Meanwhile probably the sensible choice is Hen. She’s an almost-doctor, she’s made end of life decisions before, and it might be kinder to the other three. Bobby’s already lost kids, Maddie’s already lost a brother, and Eddie lost his spouse.
When I picked my POA/Medical Proxy, I specifically excluded my dad, not because I don’t think he’d make the right decisions for me, but because I wouldn’t want him to have to. Making the call is awful under any circumstance, been there, but I couldn’t ask him to let his own child go if it ever comes to that.
Anyway let Buck’s comatose ass remind you that shit happens and you ought to A: designate a proxy/POA, B: have an advance directive, and C: regularly discuss your wishes with your loved ones. Just like a once-a-year reminder, & let them know if you change your mind about anything!
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