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em0avacado · 3 years

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A Rock - Angel Reyes

A/N : The amount of positive feedback i got yesterday/today was ridiculous and it warmed my heart so much what the fuck 😭😭😭😭 so i wrote another! i’m glad y’all liked my first one so much and i hope y’all enjoy this one too!

trigger warning : none? maybe some swears. but that’s all.

word count : 1608

“A rock?” Ezekiels voice was the first to be heard, his tone laced thickly with judgement as his brows pulled together, mirroring the tone he spoke with almost exactly. Angel had just finished telling him, Coco, and Gilly that he brought back a small rock from the desert. It had a few harder corners to it, it was a lovely brown colour that clashed with the grey shades and the few shiny bits that glistened as it laid in the palm of Angels hand, reflecting softly in the bright California sun.

“that’s fucking stupid.” Coco chimed in, he couldn’t quite place why in the world Angel would want to give her a rock, that wouldn’t impress her, not even in the slightest, if that’s what he was even trying to do.

“yeah, why the hell would she want a fucking rock?” asked Gilly next, his brows raised, his dark brown eyes stuck on the piece of earth in the mans hand until the taller Mayan pulled his hand back, balling his lengthy fingers around it.

“She likes rocks.” it was a simple answer, a soft huff blew from his flared nostrils as his friends words slowly started to discourage him, perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. Was it really that stupid? They had been out on a run, doing business in the blaring sun when the small stone caught his eye, half buried in the sand of the desert and he just had to give it to her. “She once talked about crystals, and shit, and this is shiny, close enough, right?” he shrugged.

“i still think you’re stupid.” Coco chimed in just before his hand dove to the inside of his kutte, pulling a pack of cigarettes out, picking out a single one before shoving it back in. Placing the stick between his thin lips, he cupped his hand around the flame as he brought the lighter to it, lighting it. Taking in a deep drag, he shoved the lighter back where it belonged and took a deep drag, ringlets of smoke eliciting from his lips. Angels eyes rolled back, listening to his friends bash his ideas made him not wanting to even present the rock, what if she thought he was equally as stupid they were expressing he was? His mind riddled with ‘what if’s’ as they continued the banter, toning it out until she entered the room.

“who’s stupid?” she asked, a dirtied rag thrown over her shoulder. With two long braids cascading down her back, she wiped her hands clean of grease as she walked into the clubhouse, though, that didn’t do much for the streaks of oil running up her toned arms as she went behind the bar for a bottle of water. “and why’re we standing here gossiping like teenage girls?” she asked, raising one of her perfectly arched brows, she cracked the seal, opening the water before downing a majority of it.

“Angel.” Ezekiel noted, his eyes flit from his older brother, to the woman standing behind the counter, she was doused in sweat, dirt jammed in the creases of her forehead as her brows pushed together quizzically.

“why?” she asked once she set down the water, her hand wrapped around the base of the bottle, shutting it tightly before she crossed her arms over her chest. Looking between the four, Angel was sending his brother glares that could kill, Ezekiels smirk was bright and shit eating, Gilly looked all bright eyed and bushy tailed while Coco didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the situation, but instead the curve of his coworkers hips.

Winnie had been working at the scrapyard for months now, and she was nothing short of a sight for sore eyes. She was confident in who she was, and it showed in how she carried herself. She got on well with the Mayans and the customers loved her, she usually held down the fort along side Chucky when the rest of them were off on business. She hardly asked questions about their work, she knew enough, and respected the privacy that came with what they did. Her uncle, Taza, ensured she got the job, but she would’ve anyways, her work ethic was impeccable and it showed in her references from previous jobs. Her friendships between her, and the Mayans that she’d work with day in and day out, were blossoming constantly.

Her questions were met with silence, up until Ez spoke, avoiding his older brothers menacing glares. “Angel brought you a rock back from where we were today and we think it’s stupid because who likes dusty ass rocks?” he spewed his words quickly, as Angel raised his fist to strike his brother for running his mouth, Gilly snickered quietly and Win’s eyebrows raised. She lifted her hand, placing it on top of Angels balled up fist, and slowly lowered it. His defensive posture quickly, and visibly, softened. His eyes shifted from him, to her, something about her gentle touch against his hand tamed the quickly rising temper that came from the embarrassment the younger Reyes intended on putting him through.

“You brought me a rock?” she asked, there was a soft sparkle in her eyes, one he wasn’t sure he had seen before, but spread a warmth in his chest never the less. Angel nodded slightly, she wasn’t sure if she spotted a hint of hesitation in it, but the corners of her lips lifted into a soft little smile.

“Uh, yeah.” he said, after her hand dropped from his, he almost immediately missed her warm touch against him, but wouldn’t dare show that. Especially with his brothers still standing around him. His free arm reached back, nervously scratching the back of his neck, the neatly cut strands raking against his rough fingers.

“Well give it to me, then.” she spoke in a duh tone of voice, and when he suddenly scrambled not to drop it, he dropped it in her hand. Shoving both his hands now in his pockets, he tried to play off the fumbling mistakes off, playing cool. If she didn’t like it? Who cares. Not Angel, definitely not Angel.

“Agate.” she grinned after examining the rock, she brushed her gentle fingertips over its smooth sides, grazing the rougher corners gently. It was gorgeous, it shone so brightly even in the poorly lit room, it’d definitely fit nicely with her little collection she bad started. She had all kinds of rocks and crystals lining the windows of her home, they brought her comfort, for multiple reasons. “Thank you, Angel. This is a gorgeous rock.” she beamed.

“Ha!” he nearly shouted, pointing his finger at Gilly and Ez, much like a four year old, the next words to come out of his mouth were “I told you so!” and “In your face!”

“Oh come on!” she could’ve sworn those words that came from Coco, were a mix of whining and very obvious disbelief. “What kind of chick digs rocks?” he asked, his shoulders slouched as he focused his eyes on her.

Opening her mouth to say something to tbe heavily tattooed man, Angel beat her to it. “she does, she collects them, she was talking about it once, something about never having time to go out and look for them but she loves them around her.” he said, pulling the memory from the back of his mind, there was a day not too long ago where Win would go off on rants when Chucky brought up the stone she kept on her, tucked in her pocket, she considered it her lucky rock and carried it wherever she would go, just in case.

She watched him in disbelief, her eyes wide in awe as he defended his decision to his brothers, who looked equally bored as they did annoyed that his seemingly ridiculous actions really wowed the woman they’d all been flirting with, for months now. Being almost entirely overwhelmed, a flare of bravery ran through her stark blue veins like adrenaline. Reaching her dirtied, but soft hands up, she cupped his stubbled jaw in her palms and pulled him closer to her. Standing on her toes, she met him half way, her lips clashing with his as she kissed him, it wasn’t long at all, but it means something. There was a pull between the two and the moment their lips parted, Angel wanted to dip in and steal another from her lips, yet a part of him was too stunned to do so when their kiss did end. He didn’t expect to end up here, but now that he had, he never wanted to turn back. “thank you” the soft whisper fell from her lips before she pulled back entirely, with the rock in her hand still, she grabbed her water bottle off the counter, and headed out of the clubhouse. Her shift was over, and she was now on her way home with a smile that would be stuck to her lips for days from now. Angel? Stood there, still in utter shock. Coco, Gilly and Ez were equally as bewildered by what just happened.

Maybe it wasn’t just the rock, and the sheer beauty in the colours that it contained, maybe it wasn’t that it was shiny. But maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that he listened to at least one of your stupid rants, and he remembered it. Maybe it was that Angel looked at this distinctive rock and he thought of you. Whatever it was, it meant the world to you.

“fuck, maybe I needa start bringing chicks rocks..” noted Gilly, the others nodding in silent agreement.

#angel reyes x reader #mayans x reader #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #ez x reader #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes #fanfic #angel reyes x oc

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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Enemies to Lovers Noah Sexton x dawson!reader

requested by: @bitweird1

written by: @anotheronechicagobog

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, child neglect, slightly Dawson bashing but they really just didn’t know, canon compliant threats

You had spent your entire life struggling and working your ass off. No social life, extracurriculars for the sole purpose of applying to universities, and spending the majority of your life studying because according to your dad at least one Dawson had to become a doctor and your older siblings had decided that it wouldn’t be them, leaving you to do nothing but prepare for the future that had been hand-picked by the man you felt abandoned you. And then Noah fucking Sexton just waltzes in having put in half the effort and riding the coattails of his much more intelligent sister who gave up a career as a doctor because of sexism. He spent far too much of his time flirting with everything that had boobs and a pulse. You didn’t like him because he took nothing seriously and didn’t have a responsible bone in his body, and he hated you because you were incredibly uptight and didn’t have a sense of humour.

“Maybe you’d have more friends here if you didn’t have a stick shoved up your ass.”

“I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to become a doctor.”

Everyone was getting really sick of your fighting, so they banded together and made things worse. They had badgered you until Doris had enough and dragged you to Molly’s. You refused to drink or eat anything, resulting in more snide remarks between you and Noah. Just when everyone was developing a migraine before they were anywhere even close to drunk your parents burst through the door and marched over to you. And suddenly, everyone in the bar, including your siblings, were subjected to and twenty-minute rant from your parents about how you should be grateful they pushed you towards medical school and all the activities that got you scholarships, that they didn’t abandon you, and that they clothed and fed you because a third child cost so much money, how you never took anything seriously and were always joking around, and how you were a disgrace to the family. Once they finished, your dad dragged you out by your arm, your mom followed muttering about why couldn’t you be more like Gabby and Antonio.

You walked into the ED the next day as robotic as ever. The pitiful and awkward stares were ignored with ease, it was something you were quite used to if you were honest. Your parents were always scrutinized by your teachers and DCFS. At the end of the day, though, they weren’t abusive enough for any charges or housing changes to be set. They weren’t like that with Gabby and Antonio, who had mostly moved out by the time you were in kindergarden, you were their last chance to help them prove to their family that they didn’t fail as parents. And they made sure you knew it.

“Dr. Dawson, you’ve got a patient in treatment one. Also, uh, are you okay? I feel pretty bad about last night.”

“Oh, don’t worry about anything. I’m fine, and my parents were right I should’ve been studying. It was a poor decision on my part not to. I’m gonna get to this patient, but you really don’t need to feel bad, okay?”

She nodded absently as you turned your back to her. ”Hi, I'm Dr. Dawson, can you tell me what brought you in today?”

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Your patient had just gone up to the OR to have a blood clot removed and you made your way to the doctor’s lounge, followed by Noah Sexton. ”Hey, Y/N, are you-”

”Yes, Noah, I am okay. Yes, I'm sure. I am fine, I am always fine.”

”From my experience when people say they're fine they're usually not.”

”Noah, I am okay.”

“I don’t believe you.”

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The next few weeks were a maze of pitiful stares, hushed concerned words, and a silent Noah. All of it was completely unnerving. It all came to a head when Dr. Charles approached in the ED you about starting therapy with him, talking continuously about all the points ‘brought to his attention’, not even giving you the time to tell him the majority were false. “Excuse me?”

Your stomach coiled in anger at his words. Not only were you more than capable of doing your job, but you already had a therapist. With basket case parents like yours, it was blatantly obvious that therapy was required. But the audacity of your co-workers to gossip so much that it came to the point over half the points Charles brought up were complete BS was astounding. Not only that, but he’d apparently spent the last few days internet stalking you to try and find some of your demons. “Dr. Charles, do you consider me a danger or liability to any of the patients or doctors at this hospital because of my relationship with my parents?”

“No, you actually seem to be well balanced mentally.”

“Then what, on earth, made you think it was appropriate to go around behind my back asking everyone at the hospital their opinion about me and what happened at Molly’s, or stalk me online to try and get a read on me, and then ask me blatantly at work, in the middle of the shift, in front of all my co-workers and superiors? What made you think it was okay to loudly bombard me with rumours and hearsay while I’m working?”

“Well, I thought that since it’s my job to check on all the ED docs, I’d check on you.”

“... You’re joking, right? I am the only person in this department who goes to therapy. Don’t kid yourself, you don’t check on anyone here. You judge them and make sure they know it. And quite honestly, you don’t have the best reputation for looking out for the mental and emotional state of your colleagues. This confrontation was not only completely inappropriate, but rude, obnoxious, presumptuous, riddled with unchecked errors, and unprofessional.”

“That’s not how I would word it.”

“It’s how I see it, and how I’ll word it with HR.”

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No one was pitying you anymore, not since the tongue lashing you gave Dr. Charles, who was on very thin ice with the hospital. While bringing up Robin and Sarah may have been a bit of a low blow, it exposed some issues with Dr. Charles that needed to be addressed. The only person who acted as if you were made of glass was Noah Sexton. While he had been a bit of a pain in the ass, this was worse. He was being sickeningly nice to you and it was getting on your last nerve. Yes, your parents were abusive. Yes, you had a messed up and traumatic childhood. But did that limit your abilities? No. Did that make you mentally unstable requiring therapy and fragility from your coworkers? Absolutely not.

He came in with coffee exactly the way you liked it, again. With a muffin, again. “You have to stop.”

“Stop what, Y/N?”

“Stop acting weird. You don’t like me, you hate me, actually. The only reason you’re being nice to me is because my parents resent my existence. I do not need or want your pity. So stop treating me like a china doll, and start treating me like your coworker.”

“Okay, okay, I uh... I’m sorry. I just, I feel guilty, okay? I gave you such a hard time for being so frigid and then when your parents showed up at Molly’s and started screaming at you for existing and having a life of your own, it just all made sense. And I gave you shit and trouble for coping with your crazy-ass parents. And then Dr. Charles came by to talk to you and I just felt even worse because even though I didn’t tell him anything, it was our fighting that put the spotlight on you in the first place. You shouldn’t have had your dirty laundry aired to the entire hospital, that’s happened to me a few times and it’s horrible, and I feel bad because I know that I was a contributing factor to all the shit you’ve had to deal with at work.”

“I get where you’re coming from, but let’s be real, everything would’ve turned out exactly the same way if you weren’t involved. The gossip mill runs strong at Gaffney.”

“Yeah, it does. I still feel bad.”

“Well, you’re forgiven then. So you can stop treading delicately, buying me coffee, and being creepily nice to me.”

“I am not being ‘creepily nice’! And how can being nice be creepy anyway?”

“Yesterday you followed me around offering to help me take my gloves on and off constantly, to the point where a patient who came in for falling out of the ceiling above the women’s changeroom said ‘that’s just weird’.”

“... Okay. I’ll stop. But I gotta be honest, I don’t think I can go back to arguing with you all the time.”

“That’s fine, just stop acting so weird that a couple I caught having kinky sex after an STD swab said ‘that made us really uncomfortable’.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Seriously, you didn’t have to tell me twice.”

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SIX MONTHS LATER

You and Noah had actually managed to become good friends and roommates. Shortly after he started acting like a normal person around you, not an instigator or a psycho, you found yourself enjoying his company. And yesterday, when you’d come home to find your room completely torn apart by your mother because your father had tried to frame you for using weed, you were done. Most of what you owned had been destroyed in your mother’s search, which sucked, but it made packing up all your stuff into your car much easier.

So far you’d ignored 43 texts, 12 calls, two visits from Gabby when she brought in a patient, and one visit from Antonio who didn’t even bother trying to lie to you. He also threatened to impound your car, you threatened to tell Voight about the time he and Lindsay got drunk and hooked up. It didn’t even matter that she was in New York now, Voight wouldn’t even blink before bludgeoning him down. He swore at you, “how could you break mami’s heart like this?”, and “can’t you just behave and do what you’re told for once?”

You looked him dead in the eyes, heart beating erratically at you older brother supporting your parents belittling and abusing you, “You sound like dad Antonio.”, watched his face fall, and left. Noah stopped him when he went to follow you. “You good?”

“Uh, not really. I don’t have a place to go tonight.”

“Did your mom kick you out?”

“No, I left. I can’t do it anymore. I break out in hives whenever I even think about my mother now. I just can’t go back.”

“Well, you don’t have to. I have been looking for a roommate, we can move you into my place after shift.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Now come on, it’s prank week. Stohl pissed off Manning last week and she’s been planning revenge ever since, you do not want to miss this.”

And you didn’t. You entered the ED to find one of the most hated doctors in med spitting out Gatorade. “WHaT thE heLL?! That was sooo-ughghghg-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before running to the doctor’s lounge to throw up in the bathroom. To Natalie’s credit, she didn’t crack a smile or react at all as she gracefully stepped over the spilled orange Gatorade. She briefly reminded you of a fae, graceful, beautiful, and cunning as all hell. You made a mental note never to cross her. Later at lunch, Natalie opened her sushi container, slightly deconstructed each piece, loaded all the pieces up with wasabi, reconstructed them, and popped one in her mouth. Everyone sitting near her had their eyes flash in recognition. Stohl had a habit of stealing other people’s food, and no matter how many times anyone told him to stop, they were just bullied into compliance. As a result, everyone had to dictate their food choices around his palette. Which meant no spicy food. Something that sucked for nearly everyone because hot food was a favourite for most people in the ED. But Manning wasn’t taking his shit. Not today. Something that worried everyone sitting around her because she would get in trouble for eating her own food how she liked it. It wasn’t until one of the HR workers, Holly, sat down beside Natalie and engaged in conversation that everyone realized the full scope of her plans. Stohl plopped down beside you and stole half of your sandwich right out of your hand. Ranting and raving, insulting everyone, stealing food, he made his way all around the circular cafeteria table until he got to Nat. He scooped up to pieces and threw them in his mouth just after he finished the words ‘insolent underlings’. Everyone held their breath as they watched his pale face redden exponentially. His eyes widened. And then he screamed.

He yelled, he swore. “I’m going to report you to HR! You tried to poison me!”

“You stole food from everyone, something inappropriate, unethical, and unprofessional. You stole her food. That she made spicy to her tastes. She didn’t try to poison you.”

“And just who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Holly Scott, from HR.”

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You and Noah were doing great, as roommates and as friends. “Hey, do you have any plans for dinner tonight? My parents invited me over for dinner and they asked me to extend an invite to you. It’s nothing major, they wanted to meet my previous roommates, too. Make sure you’re not a hooligan.”

“Okay, sounds fun. What should I bring?”

“Yourself...?”

“It’s rude to show up at someone else’s home without a gift.”

“You don’t need to bring my parents a gift.”

“Oh, I’m bringing a gift. I’m just asking you for some input.”

“Okay, well they really like wheelie shoes-”

“Ha, oh my god, I meant for what your parents would like, not you. And want wheelie shoes? Those have been out for a while, Noah.”

“Hey, do not laugh at me! They are just a very effective and fun way to get around.”

“Would you like them to light up too?”

“... Is that an option?”

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You knocked on the door while Noah rolled his eyes at you. “I grew up here!”

“Well you don’t live here anymore and it’s rude to just barge into someone’s home and act like you own the place.”

“Oh, you must be Y/N! I wasn’t expecting anyone to knock, usually, Noah just barges in and acts like he owns the place. Come in, come in. It’s freezing outside.” You gave Noah a side-eyed smirk as you took off your coat, while he looked bashfully embarrassed. “Uh, here Ms. Sexton, I brought some homemade empanadas, they can be put in the fridge or kept in the freezer, and it’s best to reheat them in the oven. 350 F, ten minutes from the fridge and about 20 if they were put in the freezer.”

“Oh, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“I was raised that when you go over to someone’s house for dinner or an event, you bring a gift. And it was either this or a house plant.”

“Ha, good idea going with the food, it’s a Sexton family trait that will kill all the plants we touch. Thank you very much.”

“Hello, you must be Y/N. It;s wonderful to meet you- and what smells so good?”

“Y/N brought empanadas, and they are going away so that you and I can enjoy them later. Now everyone, to the dining room, dinner is just about done.”

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Things started to change a bit a few months later when Choi had to physically restrain Noah from attacking a drunk bar fight patient who called you a slut in the middle of the ED. You’d been confused but Maggie just kept saying that it was a matter of time.

When you’d been hanging around at Molly’s with Noah, Sarah, and Darren, Noah had his arm casually wrapped around your shoulders, something your sister gave you the eyebrow for from her place at the bar.

After you’d been mugged and beaten, you’d run to the 21st, where your brother promptly unleashed the most fearsome demon hell has ever cowered from, AKA Hank Voight, he also called Noah. And when your brother finally made an arrest and got Voight to calm down a little, he’d entered the breakroom to find you fast asleep, curled up against Noah. Who sat in an incredibly uncomfortable position, holding you and stroking your back. You missed the dark look that crossed his face, or the one of fear that had crossed Noah’s but something of an understanding had fallen to Noah. The two of you needed to talk.

So you did, and it went well, so well that you planned a date. Then another one. And another one, until you two had been dating for six months and figured it was time to tell your families. You were shaking in your boots, the Sexton’s were all incredibly close and incredibly doting on Noah, so even though they liked you, you had absolutely no clue as to what the reaction would be. To your relief, it was happiness, they loved you as much as Noah apparently, and they relished in the changed you’d caused in Noah.

Your family, on the other hand, did not react well. Which was why you’d made sure that you told them in a very public place, and had only ordered waters before you told them. There was yelling, screaming, your father waving his arms around so much Antonio had to use his cop voice on him. In the end, you and Noah had been there for around five minutes before throwing some cash at the waitress as a tip for leaving her with your family, and hauling ass out of there. The two of you had ended up just eating pizza on the boardwalk in your fancy clothes and heading back to the apartment late.You both had work the next day, but while you were an intern, Noah was not. And while you were off giving a patient a sponge bath, your siblings cornered Noah at the nurses desk. “Sexton, is there a place the three of us can talk?”

“Uh, sure, this conference room is free...”

“Perfect.”

“So, I take it this is about-”

“Nuh-uh. You do not talk. We do.”

“You are dating our baby sister.”

“We may not be as close to her as you are with your sister, but she still means a lot to us.”

“We love her. We are two people with some pretty dangerous skills. It is for these two reasons that you will not hurt her. Ever.”

“And if you do, don’t forget who I work with.”

“No one will ever find your body.”

“Are we clear?”

“Uh, hmmh... Clear. Crystal clear.”

“Good. Now do you know where Y/N is? We’d like to take the both of you out to lunch or something, just the four of us, to make up for the dinner of many disasters.”

#One Chicago #chicago med #Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #noah sexton #noah sexton x reader #antonio dawson #gabby dawson #maggie lockwood

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brokebuckkmountain · 3 years

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Today was the worst

(long rant ahead, mostly about workplace politics with irl problems sprinkled in for flavor)

So. I’ve already been in my feelings lately due to like: life sucking, it’s the plague times, I am struggling to find a psychiatrist despite being told it was imperative I get help immediately, it’s winter and winter makes me sad, I’m losing friendships left and right thx to Miss Rona, I hate my job, yesterday was the one year anniversary of my breakup, there’s tons of gossip about me at work for things I genuinely did not say, and some of my work buddies are ignoring me for no apparent reason (including my best friend who has been ignoring me since my literal birthday a month ago? It’s all her friends that are ignoring me to it’s hard not to think it’s something related to that). Also, those PMS mood swings are a bitch.

I wanted today to be a good day. I wanted to get up early. I wore my new clothes and new perfume and was excited to train a coworker I genuinely like who was never trained when she was hired a year ago and struggles to get through her shifts. I mean I volunteered to do it for free because she deserves the help. But no no. Today was not a good one.

-I was woken up at 3 am to a litany of text messages from an ex asking to hook up again. Promptly fell back asleep and missed my later alarm, causing me to have to skip my workout this am and rush my shower.

-My boss didn’t assign my trainee online learning or make a schedule, told me I was a “strong enough trainer” to just do what I felt needed to be done. That was all he said to me, no further instruction. This is important later. Trainers and trainees are considered non-coverage and I run into an issue with this everytime I train- shifts want us on the floor doing different tasks than what I’m actually teaching. I personally think being a little backed up for 30 minutes is preferable to new hires not knowing how to do things because they never got one on one time, but most supervisors think otherwise.

-My trainee and I had about 25 minutes until our joint lunch break. She had expressed to me that knowing more about the mechanics of coffee- what is the body of a shot, why does it expire, what’s the difference between blonde and regular- was helping her, so I decided 25 minutes whizzing through that part of training before lunch was fine. I was immediately chastised by someone we’ll call Manager 1 because that “isn’t part of the training”. It very much is, and is available on every training resource, it just never gets taught because of time constraints and corporate not really caring about coffee quality. Manager 1 has consistently made a scene every time I train a new hire over us doing training and not just whatever she wants to get done. Manager 1 is also known for berating almost every one, and has lied about altercations that never happened between me and customers before to our manager. So she’s not exactly a fan favorite of mine. I maintained that the coffee basics was part of training and returned to the back, planning to use that time to do coffee basics and more memory games for drink recipes.

-After about 5 minutes, my coworker came to the back and told me the two managers wanted us out there helping. I went out alone to tell Manager 2 (who was technically in charge and generally less awful) what we were working on and asked if they really needed us or if they’d be okay. She said they needed us and Manager 2 began snapping that we were floor coverage, that my trainee was supposed to be on the floor all day, and that she had no business in the back “staring at a computer screen” (which we were not doing, but I digress). Since this is about the fourth time I’ve had this issue with this particular manager, I responded that we were supposed to be doing whatever I felt needed to be done, not working the floor. When they maintained that they were “under the impression” from our boss that my trainee and I were to remain on the floor all day, and we were coverage, I said “I guess I got confused by the dashed lines on the schedule that signify non-coverage as us being non-coverage” and went to get my trainee.

-My trainee knew the situation because she had overheard, got super nervous, and started making drinks wrong that she had been making correctly all day. During this time I overheard Manager 1 and Manager 2 not-quietly discussing them both texting our boss to complain about me. Fair, I guess, since I planned on doing the same when I was on my lunch. At one point they both left the bar area to send their texts and squat by the safe while waiting for it to unlock (it’s on a timer and beeps when it’s ready, no need to hover) which only infuriated me more- they moved us to bar so they could leave it. When it was finally our lunch time I sent my trainee and was pulled aside by Manager 2. I tried to move the conversation to the break room (something I have always been adamant about- not publicly berating coworkers in front of others) but she stayed on the floor where multiple people were and reprimanded me for my bad attitude. I told her I was never instructed to stay on the floor, had a schedule, and would’ve been more flexible if they had actually spoken to me rather than yelling and demanding. She maintained that I had a bad attitude and needed to follow orders. I said, once again, “mutual respect goes both ways, if you want me to incorporate things into my training schedule then you need to have an actual conversation with me about it and not demand it at random”. She said that as my superior I wasn’t allowed to “talk back” (ignoring my point that they had both, indeed, begun yelling at me) and told me my bad attitude “wasn’t a good look” and that she didn’t feel I was understanding. I said I understood perfectly that I shouldn’t be rude, but that they shouldn’t yell at me either, and I wasn’t going to take unprofessional yelling to pull me off my job as a trainer. Manager 2 didn’t listen to a word I said and kept going “you can’t have an attitude, do you understand?” so after a period of staring at her silently I said “Can I clock out for my lunch now and proceed with training?” and walked away.

-After lunch I was able to continue training, only because that part of the training constituted us being on the floor helping. I apologized profusely to my trainee for putting her in that situation, reassuring her that regardless of who was in the “right” or the personal issues of the people on the floor, my first priority was her being able to successfully learn and feel comfortable. She told me she had a hard time focusing on drinks and was anxious after the scene, and that she felt the public reprimanding I received was far out of line and unprofessional. I told her I knew that, but being as it was two managers against one me, I would probably still receive a write up tomorrow morning and not to let it worry her when it did go down (tomorrow is our final day of training and my last day before a long break from work, so I know it’s going to happen in front of her). She said she would talk to my boss on my behalf and I told her not to worry, I didn’t want her pulled into workplace drama, but she insisted it wasn’t right (she is considerably older than everyone in the workplace and I think a little protective of me since we volunteered together and I’m the only one who doesn’t chastise her for small mistakes). We’ll see if she says anything tomorrow but I don’t want her to feel like she has to “go to bat” for me and involve herself in unnecessary drama against people who will lash out at her.

-While trying to clock out, I overheard Manager 2 trying to get other coworkers of mine to give accounts against our boss to his superior over not liking their scheduling. Perhaps I’m biased, because I am friends with my boss and literally vacationed with him this summer, but he is the type to listen to concerns and always give people the benefit of the doubt. I’ve never seen him give a write up and he bends over backwards to accommodate people. So whatever their issues are, something tells me they haven’t brought it up to him. Manager 2 frequently breaks safety protocols because she “doesn’t care if she gets Covid” and has vacationed out of state many times resulting in us not allowing her to come back to work and being short staffed. Despite this, I’ve never given my boss her name when he asks who is breaking safety protocols. Manager 2 is well known for being deeply unpleasant, her and my boss have been at odds for years from working together at another location, and has frequently tried to egg on other employees to get our boss in trouble while refusing to make any formal complaints herself. If you’ve been following for a while, she’s the same ass-kisser who used to say my old boss could break any rules she wanted and allowed herself to be constantly demeaned in hopes of a promotion (10 years without a promotion and she thinks it’s unfair rather than realizing she’s mean and unpleasant, chooses to attack the people who do get the promotions she wants). I know there’s a way to spin those two plotting against my boss as a way to cast some doubt on their accounts of me, but no way to do it without being a blatant shit disturber who’s just retaliating. Which is not how I want to live my life. But he deserves a heads up.

-Now I’m sitting at home with an arts and craft project I came up with to give my coworkers all a gift before the New Year and no desire to do it. Like, fuck these people, why should I do something nice for them? Even though I know the majority are good people, just not the ones in management. No energy, completely lethargic (yay depressive episode and still no antidepressants because I can’t get ahold of a goddamn psychiatrist even though my GP okayed the antidepressants herself), wishing I just could get a better job but I need the insurance at mine. It’s one thing to be constantly belittled and insulted by customers (and a very big thing, at that), but to get it from coworkers too just makes me feel awful, day in and day out. I know I’ve hated my job for the entire 3 and a half years I’ve been there and bemoaned how much less interwork drama I’ve had at every other job I’ve had (so I don’t think it’s all me, many agree it’s a toxic environment likened to a high school), but quitting a job you’re great at, passionate about (at times), live super close to, that gives you insurance, during a pandemic? Harder than it looks.

Life sux. Super anxious for tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Pls don’t reblog.

#i should text my boss since i KNOW he's gonna wanna talk tomorrow and my anxious ass will forget half of what i want to say #but thats also nerve wracking i guess #personal

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tedwoodward · 4 years

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Schrödinger

Summary: Ted takes Charlotte to a local diner to help distract her from thinking about Sam

Note: inspired by this post

tw for a very brief mention of dieting and wanting to lose weight

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“Ugh, seriously? Why does EVERYONE suddenly want coffee at the same fucking time today?” Ted groaned as he walked into the office kitchen to see that a line had formed as a new pot of coffee was being brewed.

“I just need one more cup to get me through these reports for Mr. Davidson,” sighed Paul from the end of the line, twiddling his thumbs on his coffee mug.

Ted rolled his eyes and took a seat at the table. No way was he going to stand around in line with four other people getting coffee in front of him. He was not patient enough for this.

He brought his arm up, checking the time on his watch: 3:48. Huffing, Ted contemplated how much he truly wanted this coffee. Then again, it was an excuse to get away from his computer and the stale air in his cubicle, so he stayed.

He turned his attention back to his coworkers to hear a conversation being continued that he must have interrupted with his entrance. And, boy, was tuning back in a mistake on his part.

“But, no, man, you’re forgetting the timeframe thing. That’s like the whole point of Schrödinger’s Cat. By a specific point not only will the radioactive isotope decay, forcing the poison to kill the cat, but if you leave it in there long enough, the cat’s gonna starve! So if you’re inactive and apolitical for a long period of time, you’re solidifying the fate of the cat.”

“Dude, the ‘whole point’ of Schrödinger’s Cat is that because you don’t know when exactly the decay is going to occur, there is a time when the cat is both alive and dead before you check on it. You’re looking at it the complete wrong way. It’s not talking about whether the cat is gonna survive or not. But either way, it’s not a real cat, so who cares?”

“I’m not saying the cat’s real, I’m saying this works for other situations in addition to quantum mechanics.”

“Okay, yeah, but you’re clearly misinterpreting it. Just find another analogy for whatever you’re saying at this point—”

By the time Ted got his coffee, he was going to explode. If it was possible for your eyes to pop out of your head just from rolling them, Ted would have gone blind the second those two opened their mouths. His loud sighs and glares had done nothing to dissuade them from continuing their nerdy argument. Ted now needed a break from his break.

Leaving the idiots in the kitchen, he decided to take a lap round the office, stretch out his legs, you know. He just so happened to pass by Charlotte as she was on the phone, ending a call. Ted decided to take a detour over to her desk just because it had been a while since he had last bugged her. Not because of any additional reason, no sirree.

He lingered a few feet from her station, sipping at his coffee as he waited for her to finish the call. He might be an asshole, but he wasn’t gonna interrupt a conversation with a client. And maybe he just wanted to look at her for a second. Not in a creepy way, just in a… Ted way. Okay, not like the usual Ted way that is also creepy. Just in a… way.

“Al-alright, well, I love you. And I’ll see you later tonight then, sweetheart.” Charlotte hung up the phone, letting out a deep sigh.

“Y’know, I don’t think you’re supposed to take personal calls on these phones,” Ted said as he sauntered over to her desk, startling Charlotte from her daze.

“Oh! Ted. Well, you know Sam…” She didn’t offer any further explanation. She stared off into space for a moment, looking at nothing in particular, and after a moment she seemed to shake herself out of it. “Well, I better get back to work.” She tried to busy herself, but Ted stopped her by moving even closer to her and setting his mug on her desk.

With one hand on the back of her chair, one hand on his hip, and a foot kicked over the other, he leaned down to speak closer to her ear. “So… no plans after work it sounds like?”

Charlotte glanced in Ted’s direction, “Well, Sam won’t be getting back till late this evening. Sudden extra work-load.” Something felt off, but he tried again.

“Hm. Sounds like you have a few free hours then,” Ted smirked at her, a sly smile spreading across his face.

Charlotte wasn’t meeting his eyes. His smile faltered. Normally she would continue the banter or at least push him away if she wasn’t down for it. Something was wrong.

“Charlotte?” He asked, the amount of sincerity in his voice shocking even him. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, everything’s fine, just fine.” Ted could see her fingers twitching for a cigarette and knew there was an issue she wasn’t telling him about.

“Is it Sam?” He hazarded a guess. “C’mon, you know you can’t lie to me.”

Charlotte turned her chair to properly face him, Ted no longer leaning against her. She slowly brought her face up to meet his eyes, and he could see they were red.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing, but…” she sniffled and looked away. “Oh, well, when I was on the phone with Sam, I-. Oh, this is going to sound crazy, but I—I could hear that… he wasn’t at work. And-and-and I know that’s stupid, because he isn’t always at the precinct during the day; that’s part of his job, but…. And I may just be imagining things, but… I’m not certain he was on duty. A-and I’m pretty sure I heard some… strange music. That kind of modern, young pop music? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but that’s just not Sam’s music. And I, well—”

“Hey, hey, hey, Charlotte?” She stopped stuttering through her explanation and returned Ted’s gaze. He looked at her for a moment. “So, you think he’s with Her again, huh?”

She looked away. With her eyes closed, she nodded minutely, trying to control her breathing.

“Well, hey. Fuck him, all right? He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. He’s an asshole anyways. He doesn’t deserve you.” That last part slipped out, and Ted looked away. Charlotte blushed as he tried to sweep that moment under the rug. “You know what? You need a distraction. Let’s grab dinner after we’re done today.” Ted looked at Charlotte as her gaze finally met his again.

This was new. They had never really done anything… non-sexual before. Their relationship to this point had been originally one-sided advances and flirtatious behavior from Ted up until Charlotte out of the blue took him up on the offer. Since then it’s all just been sex. Sex when Charlotte was angry, sex when Charlotte was sad, sex when Charlotte was lonely, sex when Charlotte was horny, sex when Charlotte was bored. There was no romance; you could barely say any part of their relationship was even platonic. And they had never risked going out in public before.

“Dinner, Ted? I’m a married woman, remember?” Charlotte reminded him. “I do not go out on dates with men that are not my husband.” Funny how that’s where she drew the line, Ted thought.

“Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-no, see I was thinking of going to that shitty diner across from that fancy Italian place on 45. Not a date. Not a big deal,” Ted reassured her nonchalantly.

“Oh… well, I suppose that would be alright. We do have some leftovers in the fridge Sam can heat up when he gets home. But just dinner—”

Ted stopped her before she could lay down any more rules, “Great! I’ll stop by when I’m done for the day.”

And with that, he was gone, grabbing his mug from her desk and throwing up a peace sign as he walked away.

Not a date. Ted wasn’t sure who he had directed that thought to, but it persisted in his mind as he walked away.

The rest of the work day wrapped up soon enough, and their coworkers began taking off. It was only a matter of time before Ted strolled back over to Charlotte’s desk, bag strung over his shoulder.

“Ready?” He asked, glancing at his watch, his put-on air of indifference betrayed by a small bounce in his step.

They were off a few moments later once Charlotte gathered her stuff. Ted led her to his car as Charlotte silently thanked the parking lot for being fairly empty of others. She did not want to attract attention to the fact that she was getting into a car with Ted Richards, the office flirt, who was known to have slept with at least half of the employees at CCRP beginning day one of his employment. Okay, yeah, whatever that would suggest was totally happening, but she still didn’t need it getting around the office.

The drive was uneventful. Charlotte sat stiffly in the passenger seat as Ted drove, her eyes glossed over, staring out the window, and worrying her lip between her teeth, still thinking about Sam. Ted silently acknowledged this but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he talked the entire drive, just rambling on about anything and everything apart from that, starting with those two idiots from the kitchen earlier in the day. Who gives a fuck about Schrödinger’s Cat anyways? You’re not in AP Psych anymore, you’re not tricking anyone into thinking you’re smart. They all ended up at CCRP anyhow, so no one gives a shit.

After a while his ranting died down, and they pulled into another parking lot.

“Alright, we’re here.”

Charlotte shook herself from her inattentive state and glanced up at the building they were parked in front of. ‘Annie’s Diner’, the sign read. She couldn’t recall ever eating there before, but she recognized the name. Still in a bit of a daze, she got out of the car and walked towards the entrance with Ted.

Ted opened the door, letting Charlotte go first (who says he can’t be a gentleman from time to time?), and an easy smile slid onto his face as he followed her into the diner.

He led them to a seemingly specific table inside, and the pair slid into the booth, Charlotte’s attention still clearly elsewhere. She tried to look at her menu, but all she could think about was Sam. Sam cancelling on her. Sam never being there. Sam being with that… girl. Leaving her alone. No, not alone. She’s with Ted right now. Who she has slept with. Multiple times. Who she’s cheating on Sam with. Just as Sam’s doing with Her. How can she feel hurt? What was she doing? What makes her husband’s affair worse than her’s? What kind of wife was she?

“All right,” Ted said, grabbing the menu from her hands, shaking her back to reality. “That’s enough. You’re thinking too much.” Placing the menu back behind the condiments with the others, he took Charlotte’s hands in his own. “Look, we’re here to forget about him, and you’re obviously not doing a very good job at that.”

Charlotte eyes met Ted’s, and she smiled sadly as a sort of apology.

He tapped his hands over hers a few times. “Today, we focus on having a good time, we focus on eating greasy food, and we focus on not overthinking things. All right?” Ted declared, releasing her hands in favor of returning her menu.

At that moment a lovely-looking, older woman appeared next to their booth.

“Why, hello there again, Ted. How are you doing this fine evening?” she asked, obviously familiar with the man.

“Doin’ all right, Miss Julie. About to be even better now that I’m at the best diner in the country,” he schmoozed, grinning playfully up at her.

She smacked him lightly with her notepad, “Oh, Teddy, you really are a flirt. What’re you doing talking like that in front of your friend here?” She playfully scolded him and turned her attention to Charlotte, “How you doing, sweetie? My name’s Julie, and I’ll be serving you today.” She offered a sweet smile, and Charlotte couldn’t help but smile back, no matter how absent her mind was. That kind of pure joy and loveliness was powerful. Charlotte yearned for the time in her life when she was that much of a source of joy.

Alongside some playful banter with Ted, Julie took their drink orders (Charlotte asked for just water at first, but after a raised eyebrow from Ted the orders became one strawberry milkshake for her and one chocolate milkshake, no whipped cream for him) and left the two alone, a small, genuine smile on her face to see him with someone.

Lord knows Ted needed company, and so did the staff at Annie’s. He was a regular and would come into the diner after work twice a week give or take for about a year or so. He quickly charmed his way to the hearts of the entire staff, but behind his flirtatious and cocky exterior they could see how lonely he was. Going every week after work? Must not have anyone to go home to. The staff easily warmed up to him and enjoyed lollygagging by his booth for some fun banter, and they savored the rare true smiles he afforded them (as opposed to the smirk normally plastered across his face during the work day). He seemed to enjoy it as well; they made his solitary dinners more enjoyable, and at Annie’s he found a sense of family.

As Miss Julie retreated, Charlotte had a playful smile on her face at Ted’s slightly-reddened cheeks.

“I thought you called this a ‘shitty’ diner,” Charlotte laughed, “Seems like you enjoy it more than you’re letting on.”

Ted tried to wave her off. “Looks shitty. Heart, and food, of gold, though.” He buried his face in his menu, as if he didn’t have it memorized by that point.

Charlotte giggled some more as she copied him. The two studied their menus in silence, comfortable in the mood that had settled between them.

Moments later, Julie came back with their shakes in hand. “Alright, well I know Ted’s ready, but how about you, ma’am? Any questions for me or are you good to order?”

Truth be told, Charlotte was torn over what to get. She’d been trying to eat better lately, hoping that by some chance, if she lost a bit of weight, it would help her husband care about her again, so initially she had been looking at the salad options. But Ted did say today was about eating greasy food, and she had to be honest, the burgers on the menu looked absolutely delightful. After a glance at her dinner partner she made her decision. Burger it is!

Julie correctly guessed what Ted was getting on her first try (“Honey Barbecue Chicken Wings and a side of tater tots?” “You got it, honey.”) and left to send their orders to the kitchen. Once again the pair sat in silence as Ted unwrapped his straw and swirled it around his milkshake. After a moment, Charlotte spoke up.

“Ted?”

“Hm?” he grunted in response, still playing with his straw.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

This stopped him. Sensing where she was leading the conversation, Ted built up a wall. He scoffed, “Um, for food? Duh.”

Charlotte shook her head and mimicked his earlier move by holding his hand that had been laying on top of the table. His eyes were immediately drawn to where she touched him tenderly. “This place is clearly special to you. Why me? Why am I the one you’re sharing this with?”

Ted stared at their hands a moment longer before taking a deep breath. He glanced up and looked into Charlotte’s eyes, imploring and curious. He squeezed her hand before letting go and moving both of his hands under the table, out of her reach.

“I’m an asshole. I know that, you know that, everyone knows that. I can’t say I even have work friends unless Paul counts, and even then…” he trailed off, catching himself, and getting back on track. “But, yeah. I guess it’s nice to have a place where I can just kinda live. A sorta… home? That sounds stupid. Somewhere I feel appreciated, I don’t know. And I guess I feel safe sharing this place with you. And I wanted you to see it because… I want you to have a place like this too.”

He kept his gaze purposefully away from Charlotte through his explanation, only locking eyes again when he finished, hesitant to see her reaction. He could never tell when he was crossing a line. Where their relationship stopped and became far too close for Charlotte’s comfort. When it felt real, like something she should get from Sam.

But to his relief she was smiling at him, eyes glossy with tears to see another side of him that he didn’t show much.

“That and the fact that I totally owe Annie’s a gold-star recommendation and a new customer,” Ted continued playfully. “It’s the least I could do for them putting up with me all the time. I bug these people with my presence far too often and my patronage can only get them so far.”

“Now, Ted, I’d hardly say calling this a ‘shitty diner’ is a ‘gold-star recommendation’,” Charlotte teased.

“Hey,” Ted quirked his head to the side and winked, smirking at her from across the booth, “still got you here, didn’t I?”

With the playful mood set, dinner continued easily, both parties much more present than they had been previously. Their food came, they ate, and the pair realized how easy it was for the two of them. Their previously-only-sexual and never-before-platonic relationship was working well in this new setting. They could just live and eat greasy food and be really messy and gross and it was fine, preferred even.

As their meal came to a close, Julie brought over coffee for the pair.

They had had a good time. Ted was beginning to think his earlier statement of not having any work friends may be marked untrue after this evening. He glanced over at Charlotte, busy fixing her coffee to her taste. He watched, and an amused grin slid over his face as she poured an obscene amount of sugar into her mug. God, she’s adorable, Ted thought.

Charlotte felt his attention and glanced up, cheeks reddening, embarrassed by her unhealthy coffee preference (although Ted was one to talk if you asked her).

Their eyes met, and Ted was struck speechless. A shy laugh graced Charlotte’s lips as they looked at each other, and Ted nearly swooned.

If they had been in any other situation he would have reacted differently. If they had been in private, Ted would have kissed her then and there, able to cover up his feelings with his libido. If she had not been married, he would have been professing his love on bended knee for the entire world to hear, because, God, she was beautiful and sweet and charming and witty, and fucking Sam didn’t deserve her. He would say those three words, and she would say them back, and their love would be so great even his cynicism couldn’t deny it.

But that was not the case. Even if he did bite the bullet and tell her his feelings, there was no way she would respond likewise. She was married. No matter how she felt. No matter how shitty Sam was to her. No matter how much he wanted to hear it. No matter how much she wanted to say it. She wouldn’t. She’d never leave him.

Instead he caught sight of his balled-up straw wrapper centimeters from his hand and flicked it at her. It bounced off her sweater and into the abyss under the table.

“Wha? Ted!” Charlotte gasped, putting aside the sugar in favor of the wrapper next to her mug.

She only took a second to crumple it up before throwing it at him, which resulted in the wrapper barely flying, missing Ted completely, and falling onto the table in front of him.

Ted laughed at her failed attempt at retaliation. The pair smiled at each other, and the playful dynamic returned.

Ted decided he could live. He didn’t need to hear her confess her love to him. He didn’t need reality to slap him in the face. He could live in blissful ignorance about their relationship. They didn’t need a label. They didn’t need to communicate their feelings. Ted wasn’t sure he would be able to handle that. So he decided to keep it simple. He could believe whatever he wanted about their relationship for as long as he wanted, and he’d be fine as long as he didn’t ask for clarification. He didn’t want to know the truth.

#have some fluff #i did too much research for this #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #ted/charlotte #ted tgwdlm #charlotte tgwdlm #sometimes i write stuff #mine #my writing #fic #fanfic

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amazildoessomethingstupid · 5 years

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Character Re-imagined: Sandy

Well kids, we’re still doing our time for artist hiatus crimes so let’s move on to the next chapter! Chapter 100: High Expectatio-

OH FUCK RIGHT, I’M SO SORRY I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT YOU SANDY! I SWEAR!

Okay, for those who haven’t dug too into this rant series. A while back, I did a half-rant on the chapter Model Girlfriend, which of course was the chapter where Sandy came back to Roseville for a day. I ended up not really finishing it because I found most of the talking points that I’d use, and the complaints I had with the chapter, weren’t necessarily with the chapter itself as much as it was with the characterization of Sandy. And my problem with the characterization was more to do with how I wrote Sandy in comparison to how the canon wrote her. And simply saying that my problem with a character was that she wasn’t how I wrote her just isn’t a fair critique by any measure. And no matter what people may think about the rants, the one thing I don’t want the rants to be perceived as, is unfair.

So I decided that I would do something similar to what I had done before, which was a Character Revisited which was for Paulo. Where I talked about Paulo’s characterization before Boy Toy and how much of a difference was done to his personality, and demeanor in the recent chapters specifically Table for One (Actually, is it still technically “recent” if these chapters are 3 years old? Man this shit is long). Anyway, I wanted to something similar for Sandy but be more of a Character Reimagined, talking about what I ended up having to do with the character and how I wrote them for January and False Idol. It was SUPPOSED to be after the Pit Stop but I kind of forgot about it, and uhh…

I got distracted. But nonetheless, we’re here now so let’s dive right into it. This is Sandy Re-imagined.

So if we’re going to talk about my Sandy, and her development as a character we of course have to start with January, and January’s take on Just Beautiful. And if you don’t know what January is, I’m not going to get too into it but it’s essentially my fancomic which is a faithful (as possible…) alternate take of the whole January arc, following the timeline from December to Happy Hour. And at its rough and rebellious beginnings, it was very run and gun in terms of writing. I didn’t care as much about building characters outside of setting scenes, and focusing on Lucy and Susan…until…

I had to do Just Beautiful. A chapter that I hated, featuring a character that I hated, that was centered around a ship I didn’t care about, and had little effect on what was happening in the story aside from just making Mike remorseful, because of…

Yeeeah back then, I figured out that Sandy is more of a plot device, than an actual character (an opinion that still holds water today, and I swear to god I will get to that chapter). So I really did not care about her, or give her character any thought until I had to do this segment for January. Because, I cornered myself to do the chapter and realized something… “Hey, fuckface! You’re a writer! You don’t think this is interesting or fun? Then just make it interesting and fun for you!” Sandy is such a blank slate of a character that I could kind of do anything I wanted for her outside of what’s established, and since there wasn’t much established it meant I had to…

Get creative! The first part of writing Sandy was tackling the issues I had with her character in comic, specifically how little we know of her personality, how she interacts not only with Mike, but with people outside of her relationship. How does she take to adversity, how does she tackles problems, what problems does she face, how do they conflict with her relationship, and how does her relationship clash with that? And in January I couldn’t really dive too deep into that, especially because the story isn’t about her; it’s about Lucy. But I wanted to at least give something, or hint at that with her little scene just to show that there is at least something there. But more importantly, I wanted to establish one very key feature about Sandy. Something that I felt the comic left out, and it seems will never come true.

Sandy feels the distance too. If you look at the scene in January, this is the one bit of dialogue (except on bit at the end) between Mike and Sandy that isn’t directly from the canon to stick to the canon. And It is the main part of Sandy that I keep at her core because it is one of the one things we knew about Sandy which is that she loves Mike (aaaaand then Model Girlfriend came along and threw a wrench into that…) but at least for me this is what makes up Sandy. And since we’re talking about Sandy as a character I am going to spoil False Idol quite a bit, because False Idol is essentially a story about finding out about Sandy. Who she is, what her life is like, and how Mike plays into that. But one of the main things about Sandy, that I changed about her is brought up in this one bit in January.

Sandy doesn’t tell anyone about Mike. The more I thought about how little we know about Sandy as a person, the more I thought about how little Mike knows about Sandy as a person. Which helped to expand her character more as a person. Looking at Model Girlfriend the whole idea of “Mike really doesn’t know Sandy as a person” was realized…but taken to a more bitter end. Whereas I still held onto the idea of Sandy really loving Mike, but she doesn’t share that with anyone. She keeps her romantic life separated from her co-workers and classmates, which is also touched on in False Idol.

And more importantly, it goes both ways. In this way, there’s a lot more intrigue and options in Sandy’s character. Why is she keeping Mike a secret? Why did Sam have to steal Sandy’s phone to find this out? Is she ashamed of people knowing Mike’s her boyfriend or is there something more? And Why haven’t we heard anything about these guys? And the answer is something I won’t tell you, because that’d be too much of a spoiler, but what I will say is, that at her core the main statement I want to define Sandy is this: Sandy loves Mike. She loves him as much as Mike loves her. BUT when creating a character, and understanding a character there is one big factor to consider which I found the most fun in writing Sandy and what elevated her into a character that I found myself very engrossed in as a writer. To the point where even after 3 years I am still dedicated to writing her story in False Idol! And the one thing to always remember is that no matter what as strong, complex, or emotional your character is. They are only as interesting as the environment you put them in. That’s why if you look at the Just Beautiful scene in January, the first time we see Sandy say anything, before she sees Mike; the first interaction we see to give us an idea of how she is outside of Mike is her talking to her best friend.

Sam! Who has grown on me like an aggressive tumor, and will probably be the death of me. The big part about writing Sandy and trying to make this character more interesting was building the environment around her. Brainstorming ideas, and thinking about what her life is like outside of Mike. There is a joke song I wish to make someday parodying Avenue Q and BCB, called There is Life Outside of Your Plot Line, and that’s basically what I wanted to explore with Sandy. Specifically her and the models. It’d be easy to assume that the modeling business is cutthroat, and her coworkers are bitchy people, and it’s so taxing, and she hates it, and all that jazz. But I wanted to take it in a different direction where her work environment isn’t actually that bad. Her co-workers are nice and down to earth people, with their own personalities and viewpoints. The first model to get expanded on like this of course being Sam, and her dynamic with Sandy. This is where of course False Idol comes in and brings out that world more. To give us a better understanding of the kind of people that Sandy hangs around with. But in order to flesh that out I’d need more than Sam which is why in False Idol!

We get a slew of new characters! In order: Charlie Hartman, Daniel “Dan” Mercado, Samantha “Sam” Cartwright, Ashley “Ash” Clements, Alice McCarthy, and Jason “Jay” Cartwright. Oh and sadly I couldn’t fit him in here, but I would be doing my man a disservice by not mentioning him,

Tyrone the lovable meathead beefcake! The only one who I didn’t make a last name for. Because he doesn’t need it. He’s just Tyrone. Although I can only take half-credit for him, because he’s more of a shared joke between me and a friend that we both had a lot of fun working on. All of these characters help to build the setting and world that Sandy lives in, with their own different personalities. Sam being a spunky, rebellious, and surprisingly mature scamp; Alice being a very prideful, conceited, yet down to earth, and caring person; Ash being a grounded soft, cute, but hardened and smart girl. All of the characters help to give us an idea of not only Sandy, but an idea of what she deals with and the people she associates with. And one important thing about these characters, is the fact that I deliberately wrote it to where not one of these characters were assholes. I didn’t want to fall into the trapping of having Sandy’s life outside of Mike be some like horrible mean world and Mike’s her only escape, or make it where “Oh little did we know that Sandy’s suffering from this one HORRIBLE MESSED UP THING! SO NOW YOU HAVE TO FEEL BAD FOR HER AND SYMPATHIZE WITH HER OR ELSE YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!” No, I wanted Sandy to have a fairly average life. So if you were thinking False Idol was gonna do some fucked up heel-turn like “OH BOY, LITTLE DID YOU KNOW THAT SANDY IS ACTUALLY A DRUG ADDICT AND WHORED HERSELF OUT TO GET THE JOB!” I’m sorry that’s not happening…Actually, fuck you I’m not sorry because that’s fucked up I’m not going there. AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF TAESHI DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT WHERE IT TURNS OUT OH NO, SANDY HAD SOME FUCKED UP SHIT GOING ON WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT AND NOW WE ARE FORCED TO FEEL SAD! I am going to be fucking fuming mad.

The main thing I wanted to do when writing Sandy, given how little we know about her and the setting she is in. Is to show this setting she’s in and give us an idea of what her life was like. I wrote Sandy and False Idol, in a way where you can look at her and the characters that surround her and feel like there was another comic going on at the same time. And we’re just coming in after they’ve gone through their own different mini story arcs and this is some big moment in their story too. I mean imagine if Mike suddenly went missing, running away from home and then Sandy comes to Roseville to get answers. And then she learns more about everyone, and all the stuff Mike’s been through…

Actually that’d be pretty damn cool honestly. Damn. Taeshi should steal that. That would be fucking awesome and turn this ship around quick…sigh…if only. Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is this.

Sandy is a character that I hated. She was a character that I did not care about at all, and didn’t think anything of. I saw her in the comic as a plot device and nothing more. But with creative thinking, care, and love for the comic I reinvented her to be more than that. To be a good character in her own right. With her own message, with her own story to tell. And I believe she has the potential to be just that. To be more than what she is. I didn’t want her to be a lie, or a complete fake of what Mike thought she was. I wanted her to be nice, caring, wholesome, naïve, mature, a little selfish, sneaky, clever, but full of love and surrounded by love and support. She loves her friends, she loves Mike, she loves her job.

And to see her in canon I just…

I feel disappointed to see her as nothing but a plot device to stab the reader in the gut with and make them feel bad. I wish she was more. More than an enigma, more than a bitch, more than another person to make Mike feel bad. Sandy could’ve been better. She could’ve been so much better. And I just wish Taeshi did better.

As someone I looked up to, as someone who inspired me… I wish she’d be better than me.

#Bittersweet Candy Bowl #rant

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ezzydean · 5 years

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okay so. this is s stupid rant and it’s under the cut and please look at the tags/warnings before reading.

so i’m the fsl at my store (food service leader) which basically means i’m in charge of the kitchen. well when i got my position i got it by going to a brand new store and at the time we had no afsl (assistant fsl) and until a month or two ago we still didn’t have one. which means that the last 9 months or so of work have been kind of stressful. new store, new position, new responsibilities, new coworkers, all sorts of fun stuff right? well anyway one of the girls who was a part time coworker showed a lot of potential and was always getting everything done and keeping everyone on task and all the shit that an afsl should do so she was offered the (full time) position and got it about 2-3 months ago.

and ever since then it has been a shit show. she pulls food early (as in food options we put food out on a hot spot/warmer and we have 6 shelves total and she will constantly be pulling everything except the bare minimum within a couple hours of getting there and dropping our options from like 20+ to less than 12) she times food wrong (times stuff that is good for 1.5 hours for 2 or more and shit like that) she cooks food wrong (our ovens have specific settings/options for the number of things that can be cooked at once). she does the bare minimum. she only does what she wants to do and not what needs to be done (aka we need to frost and cut bars, instead of doing that she cleans 2 ovens that don’t need to be cleaned. or we need to clean our cooler and instead she cleans all the hot spot shelves.) she spends the last 20 minutes (or more) of her shift standing up at the registers chatting. she has told coworkers that i have said we’re waiting to put something new out until such and such a day but she’s doing it anyway because she’s the boss (and i don’t know what i’m talking about/doing). the list goes on and on.

this has been going on for a couple months (within days of her getting the title actually) and it has been brought up (by me from my own observations and by me from what my coworkers have told me and by my coworkers themselves) to my assistant store leads and my store lead. sl (store lead) always tells me he’ll talk to her the next time he sees her. well today i brought up something (yet again) that happened and while we were talking in the office i said something along the lines of ‘i just don’t know what’s going on with her lately’ because she was such a hard worker and he tells me that she’s ‘got a lot of personal stuff going on’ and i was like ‘well okay but everyone always has a lot of personal stuff going on all the time’ and he kind of shut the office door and said something like ‘i mean kind of along the lines of domestic abuse, physical abuse sort of stuff’

and i’m just ‘yeah i know jes (another coworker of ours who gets along well with my afsl) and i have talked to her about it and you can only do so much if she’s not willing to get herself out of it at all. like jes and i talked to her about how she needs to get out and jes offered to help her figure out something with the kids and all that and we offered to listen and talk anytime she needs and she just refuses to.’

and like okay. i know that it’s nothing to take lightly. but fucking come on. you’re going to just, what? excuse her shitty ass work behavior because of this? i know i seem rude and uncaring. but i get it. i fucking get it. i was lucky not to have any kids involved but my ex husband? yeah we did not have a good relationship. verbal and mental abuse is just as shitty as physical and believe me you don’t have to be hit to be physically abused.

but guess what? i didn’t get any special fucking treatment at work because of it. i didn’t get to treat my coworkers like shit, talk shit behind their backs, refuse to do my job, slack off, do things wrong, etc. i was still being held accountable for my actions.

i’m just... so low key pissed off right now. like i know it’s not ‘an excuse’ or whatever and, like i said, abuse is not something to be taken lightly. but at the same time i am just so frustrated that i am continuing to work my ass off and barely scrape by at work and she just gets to waltz in and do whatever the fuck she wants to do basically all because she has a shitty home life right now. like when i was going through shit i had like 2 people to talk to online and my coworker who i told the bare minimum to. and that was it. and i was stuck working 50 hour weeks as an assistant manager at a store that was grossly understaffed.

like i want to be sympathetic but at the same time i am so frustrated because jes and i spent a good week talking to her at work about what all was going on and how she needed to get out for the sake of the kids if nothing else and we were talking about options and jes was giving her ideas and we were talking about how we understood because jes and i both came from really shitty relationships and believe me we understand what it’s like and she just kind of shrugged it off and was all ‘but i don’t really like being alone ya know and he does help me with the kids when i have to work’ and now it’s just. frustrating.

i don’t want to be the bad person here. i don’t want to seem unsympathetic and rude. but i also don’t want to have no chance of ever leaving this store because my afsl doesn’t do jack shit and our numbers (sales/waste) are reflecting that and i don’t want to keep having fucking breakdowns in the office because i am so stressed (my sl that i have worked with for less than a year has seen me break down and cry more times than all of my coworkers i worked with for 3 years and my roommate that i have lived with for almost 2 years combined have and that’s saying something) because my afsl doesn’t help me with anything and i don’t want to have my coworkers on the brink of quitting because they can’t stand to work with her because she has this ‘holier than thou’ attitude.

and like i don’t know what to do at this point. i’ve brought it up multiple times with my store lead and i honestly feel like nothing is being done. do i go a step higher and bring it up with my district leader and district food leader? because i just don’t fucking know what to do at this point and it is so fucking exhausting.

#ezzy rambles #ezzy does life #long post #like really long post #tw: abuse #tw: abuse mention #the abuse is not me #well vague mentions of a past with abuse but that's it #just don't want anyone overly worried about me #or to accidentally upset anyone #mostly this is a rant about work

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good boss or bad boss | vlog

"alright, here's the story for today," sunny said as she walked out of her office and into the sales floor. "you all know my lovely friend hannah, say hi hannah," she said, pointing the camera to hannah.

hannah laughed. "hi. why do you pick the weirdest times to vlog?"

"because they're more entertaining this way. anyways," sunny said as she turned the camera back around. "you all know hannah. you all know her little girl gracie. you all know that gracie has an array of health issues," she said as she walked around the store. "so, all of the employees i have that are parents, are single parents. they all have their own story, i make up their schedules based around their life, not around mind. a lot of employers don't do what i do for their staff. i come in every single day for at least long enough to get the system up and running and to officially open the store. i always have at least two employees other than myself to work --- and the reason i do that is because if one of my employees is in a jam, i can help without having to leave the store unprepared. so, normally if a parent can't find a sitter for their kid, they have to call in, right? they can't leave their kid home alone, can't take them to work --- and i understand at certain jobs it's a safety hazard to have a child at the location. hear me out here, i'm not calling anybody out in this video, i'm just ranting about how much respect i have for my employees that are parents because they show up to work even under the worst circumstances."

sunny walked over to a craft table where gracie was sitting in her wheelchair, coloring a picture. "hey beautiful, what are you doing?" she asked as she kissed gracie's head.

"coloring a unicorn for you," gracie said.

"for me? i love unicorns. when it's all done come find me and we'll hang it up in my office, okay?"

"okay. are you video-ing?"

"yeah, i'm recording for my vlog. you wanna say hi?"

"not today."

"not today. maybe next time. you keep coloring, give yourself all the marker tattoos you want no matter what mommy says, you're in my house today. i love you."

"love you, aunt sunny."

sunny giggled and started walking around again. "the markers are washable and non-toxic, by the way," she said to the camera. "anyways... so, hannah had some issues trying to get a last minute sitter so she could come in for her shift today. as you can see, she wasn't able to find someone, so she brought gracie with her, we got her all set up at an activity table, and she's just having the time of her life coloring unicorns for her favorite aunt sunny," she said with a smile. "another reason i always make sure i have two people scheduled other than myself is in case one of my employees needs a babysitter. i don't clock in and out when i come to work because i'm on salary, so whether i come to work or not, i get paid either way. i try not to take too much advantage of that, but everyone needs a break sometimes. so, anyways. if an employee says they can't make it because they don't have a sitter and they don't want to bring their kids with them for some reason, say their kid's a baby and there's no way to keep them entertained in a sports store --- gracie is six years old and she can entertain herself with literally anything, but we always have coloring books and crayons and markers for her here because there are a lot of times where she has to come in with hannah. so, if a parent needs a sitter but their kid's too young to come to the store for an entire shift, i personally go to their house and stay with their kids until they come home --- what the fuck is this," she said, brows furrowed as she picked up a goo-covered ball. "oh my god, i hate these things --- you guys know those stress balls that have like, slime inside and they're covered in a net? that's what this disgusting thing is that was sitting on my shelf here," she said, showing the camera. "and now we have a huge ass mess that someone made because these things don't just pop on their own, so whoever you were, thanks a lot for that, it's gonna be fun cleaning this up," she said. "anyways. so, a lot of people tell me i'm too lenient with my employees because i let them call in when they need to, and sometimes it's a lot --- but we all have shitty times, and sometimes those times last a while. if my employees are doing their job and showing up on time when they're able to get to work, i don't really care when they need to take a day off. it's rare that i have more than one person call in a week, and that's usually hannah because miss gracie has a lot of doctor's appointments --- but hannah also comes in to take over the shift of someone that covered for her, so my employees get all of the hours they're supposed to get in one way or another, whether or not they have to work on a day i scheduled them to be off, but i try my best to cover those absenses myself so my employees don't have to do that because as the store manager, it's my responsibility to make sure those shifts are covered, it's not up to someone that's supposed to have a day off. i'm rarely ever too busy to come in, and if i am busy, i just finish up what i'm doing and i get here as soon as i can," sunny said as she made her way to the front and threw the ball in the trash can. "i'll be in my office, page me if you need me," she said.

"will do," hannah said.

sunny walked back into her office and closed the door, sitting in her chair and placing the camera on her desk. "i normally love my job --- i'm a tomboy, i love sports, i've been skateboarding my entire life, so this skate shop is really special to me. then there are the days i really hate my job because sometimes, shit just goes wrong and there's nothing i can do about it. i had to fire an employee because she was either calling in all the time or she was never on time, and when she was here, she didn't really ever do her job except checking out customers. someone told me i was too hard on her and i shouldn't have fired her, but listen guys --- if you have a job, you need to be doing everything that job entails. if you're only doing one thing out of a list of many, you're not really doing your job, you're only doing part of it. and that's really fucking frustrating to your boss and to your coworkers. my employees are supposed to check people out, stock the shelves, and make sure the sales floor is clean --- that's all i ask of them, i do everything else myself because i like things done a certain way. if they're only checking people out and they aren't getting products up on the shelves and making sure things are picked up, they aren't doing their job. i always have a main cashier, who does most of the checking out and keeping behind the registers neat and organized, and then i have my backup cashier, who just jumps on a register if the main register's line is too long, and then they're the ones that focuses more on totes and cleaning. whoever's on register one just helps get totes unpacked and a little cleaning, and register two just helps out with checking people out. they both have the same amount of work to do, i'm not asking them to go above and beyond and make everything perfect, i just want them to do what i ask them to do. the girl i fired didn't give two shits. she was always late, she just stood behind the register, couldn't even be bothered to clean up behind the register, so everything was up to my backup cashier, who had to do everything herself besides checking out the customers. i'm a really lenient boss if you're doing your work. if not, then you're not worth my time or payroll."

sunny sighed, spinning around in her chair for a few seconds. "alright. i guess this is it for right now. i was planning on this vlog being an all day thing, but i don't have time for that today, and hannah's got a line, so i'm gonna go jump on the register and help her out. there's a link to the skate shop's website in my description, you should check that out because we're having a sale this coming weekend. all water gear is 40% off, and if you spend a total of $50, you get 20% off of your total purchase. that's in the store and on the website, so grab that stuff up now while you can. there are also a few links of some charities that i like to donate to when i'm able to, so you should check those out as well, and as always, i'm gonna link the gofundme page i set up for hannah to pay for gracie's medical expenses because it's a struggle for any parent and there's a link to hannah's mommy blog that's all about gracie so if you wanna read up a little on her, you should check that out because there's lots of relatable posts in general and in parenthood. oh! and check out chris dawson, i'll put a link in the description box to him and his band page and his band mates, and i'm gonna try to get their concert dates and i'll post them in my next video and on twitter or instagram. i'll have the next video up in a couple of days, until then, remember to love hard and hate less and as always, all of my videos are dedicated to lord tubbington because he's high maintenance," sunny said before ending the video.

#vlog #good boss or bad boss

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harryanddracoarehusbands-blog · 7 years

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October 9th: Pumpkin

Day Nine of the Drarry Halloween Fest @drarry-halloween-fest

Warnings: Physical and mental abuse, classist language

Hella late but at least I’m doing it!

The first time Harry saw the poncy git, he was in a bad mood. His uncle was particularly angry that morning and he had taken it out on Harry’s chest. With every breath he took, there was a shooting pain that ran all the way to his neck. He couldn’t call in without the Dursleys finding out, so he was forced to go to work.

His day became worse when he saw a family of three blondes walk in. The first thing he noticed was their expensive looking coats and the older woman’s diamond necklace. Harry was sure that could cover his entire tuition. The world knew he certainly needed it, given how unhelpful the Dursleys were. The coffee shop was near a prestigious private school. Often, families like these would come in and treat the workers like scum. Harry had been hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with it due to it being a Saturday. Apparently, those hopes were unfounded.

“Welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” Harry greeted as they neared the counter.

The young boy with them appeared to be trying to make himself as small as possible. However, his parents were trying to do the opposite. They were drawing themselves up to their full height, attempting to look imposing and important. The father was the only one who spoke.

“Two large black coffees and a hot chocolate. Can you handle all of that?”

“I’m sure I can, sir. What size for the hot chocolate?” Harry asked, knowing the answer would not be kind.

“A small obviously. It’s for my son. Does he look like he needs a bigger size than that? Can people like you do nothing?” the man replied. The older woman was looking out the window, while the boy was looking down at his feet. Harry felt a surge of pity for the two of them. However, he couldn’t do anything because the customer was always right and he couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Sorry sir. Anything else?” Harry said as he put their orders into the register.

The man looked towards the woman and asked, “’Cissa?” The woman, Cissa, turned towards her son and directed the question to him.

“Not from here. Who knows what they do to their products?” the boy replied in a disgusted drawl. A slightly proud look passed over the older man’s face, but it was gone in a second. There went any pity he felt for the son.

The man paid and Harry set out to make the drinks. The man made a few disdainful comments about the state of their sitting area and Harry recited his ‘It’s just one customer, spitting in their drinks is not worth it’ speech to himself.

Needless to say, Harry was eternally grateful when they finally took their leave.

The next time Harry saw the poncy git was about a month later. This time, he came in with his mother. No older man in sight. Apparently, blessings came in small doses.

“Welcome to Starbucks. How can I help you?” Harry relayed.

The woman turned her nose up as she said, “A large black coffee and a small hot chocolate. If you can manage that.”

“Anything else?” Harry asked, ignoring her snide comment. The boy rolled his eyes as his mother answered in the negative. After paying, the two guests stepped away from the counter and Harry worked on their drinks. He heard one of them mumble about the cleanliness of the floor, so he started to hum to drown them out. He only had an hour left of his shift; He couldn’t lose it now.

Soon (although, not soon enough according to the customers), the drinks were ready and they were on the way out. The rest of his shift went by smoothly.

The third time he saw the poncy git, it was under some unexpected circumstances.

It was the first snow of the winter, which was particularly hard for Harry. His aunt and uncle were extremely miserable when it turned cold. And when they were miserable, they made sure Harry was as well.

The blonde boy walked in alone this time. The first thing Harry noticed was that he wasn’t wearing a coat. Instead, all he had was a long-sleeved shirt with trousers. They were wrinkled as if he had just thrown them on.

He was shivering violently, so Harry asked, “Are you alright?”

“F-fine,” the blonde answered through chattering teeth. Harry rushed from behind the counter to wrap his coat around the boy. The boy took it and sent him a grateful look. Harry peered around towards the door. The boy, knowing what he was thinking, said, “My parents aren’t coming.” His voice broke towards the end of his sentence and he looked as if he might break down crying any second. Harry gently lead him to sit at a table. Once he was settled, Harry went back behind the counter to make him a hot chocolate. Hopefully, that would warm him up more. When he was done, he gave the boy the cup.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked. He checked over his shoulder to make sure his boss was still in his office. It wouldn’t bode well that Harry wasn’t doing his job. The boy, noticing this, nodded even though tears were beginning to trail down his cheeks. Harry glanced regretfully towards the office again before sitting down next to the blonde.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take you away from your work,” the boy said. Somehow, even through tears, he managed to sound formal and indifferent.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry assured. “Do you... want to talk about it?” he offered. The boy shook his head and Harry stopped a sigh of relief from escaping. He was way out of his element here.

“It’s just that,” the boy started anyways. Harry closed his eyes as he continued, “My parents are so judgmental and overall classist, I don’t understand it. They can accept me being trans and gay, but treating retail workers with respect is too much to ask for? They say they’re inclusive because they’re not hateful towards my community, but they treat the lower class like scum. How is that inclusive? We have had a lot of fights about it in the past, but nothing this bad. I’m afraid I’ve been disowned.” Once it seemed the boy’s rant was over, Harry let out a low whistle. The boy, remembering himself, began to look sheepish and slightly scared.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping all of this on you. I definitely shouldn’t be saying that I’m - nevermind. I’ll just be going then...” the boy trailed off as he stood. He went to remove Harry’s jacket, but Harry stopped him.

He said, “Wait, it’s okay. I’m guessing you’re going to be needing a job?”

And that brought them to the present day. It was a few months after Harry had secured him a job as his coworker at the cafe. They had finally exchanged names and learned more about each other. Draco had picked up on the skills of the job relatively quickly, which earned Harry some good points with their boss.

Two men walked out with their cups of pumpkin spiced lattes when Draco said, “I’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte.” Harry gave him a disbelieving look, causing Draco to say, “What? I never had the opportunity. All I’ve had was hot chocolates and the frappuccinos you’ve made me.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day then,” Harry replied. “I’m going to make you one.” Draco shook his head, but Harry insisted. He set to work to make the best tasting pumpkin spice latte he had ever made. Within five minutes it was done. He handed it to Draco and watched him carefully.

Draco took a sip and hid his grimace. The latte wasn’t his cup of tea, but Harry wanted him to like it. “It’s good,” he lied. Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

“You hate it,” Harry accused.

“Pumpkins aren’t really my thing,” Draco admitted. They held their gazes for a few seconds before they burst into laughter. Harry moved forward to wipe some foam off of Draco’s lip. They stopped laughing and grey eyes stared into green. Harry moved even closer until there was about a centimeter between them.

“Can I...?” Harry whispered.

“Yes,” Draco breathed in response. Their lips connected and they shared a long, heated kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance as they moved their bodies impossibly closer.

Harry pulled back, breathing heavily and said, “I think I’ll make you more lattes from now on.” Draco chuckled and moved in to kiss him once again.

The two boys found a home in each other.

#drarry halloween fest #october drarry #halloween drarry #one word prompts #day nine #pumpkin #draco malfoy #harry potter #vernon dursley #petunia dursley #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #trans!draco #drarry #coffee shop #coworkers #disowned!draco

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pisati · 4 years

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I hate feeling so annoyed by it but my head receptionist has been treating me like the girls in high school did and I can’t quite put a finger on what that means but it’s just. ugh

we got a new girl who does tech and reception back in like January or something and of course when someone is new everyone’s a little wary but welcoming. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her but I didn’t work directly with her enough, and then COVID hit and she ended up on the other team with Alexa. and I’d see Alexa tagging her in things on facebook but when you’re stuck with the same people 12 hours a day you do end up closer to them. whatever, you know?

but since we’ve been back together it feels like the girls on the other team are acting cliquey. at least, Alexa, the tech/receptionist girl, and another newer tech (though she’s honestly really nice and is cool with everyone). I get it, you all were on the same team for months. you got close. but even when we have staff meetings they’ll sit together and talk amongst themselves and won’t include the rest of us, so we’re just awkwardly sitting around while they talk and make their little inside jokes. we weren’t NOT good together as a team on our side, but we didn’t get like that.

Alexa has known I’ve been doing crafting since well before this all started. she knew I’d been tossing around the idea of an etsy shop. I finally made one. I’ve been sewing and crocheting and starting resin and I sewed a TON of masks for the clinic. she’s seen things I’ve posted on facebook and instagram. she’ll say stuff like “oh that’s cool” when I’ve told her about the things I’ve made. which, cool, I don’t need everyone to be enthusiastically supportive. we’re not close friends, I don’t expect her to do anything.

but the tech/reception girl recently started learning how to make resin things and she’s now making custom pet tags; which, cool! that’s awesome! but I’ve seen Alexa share her posts twice now to her own instagram. like “hey go support my coworker and her cute pet tags!”

I just made a facebook page for my shop too and maybe she just hasn’t been on facebook, which, okay, whatever. I literally just made the page so maybe it’s too soon to be bitter about it. but she’s liked the other girl’s facebook page.

and it just stings, you know? I don’t know what I did that she’s suddenly changed in how she sees me. she used to tag me in story posts when we’d share hot chocolate, she called me her work bestie once, we relate on the chronic illness struggles, and I was like, oh, cool, a work friend! that’s always nice to have. but now she rarely talks to me unless there’s something wrong and it feels like she just acts different towards me. it’s so hard to describe. it’s just like fucking high school, and my lab in college. people (women especially for some reason) get all toned-down around me. they aren’t unkind, but they can be somewhat brisk. I can read it on their faces— it’s like they don’t want to be talking to me and are patiently waiting for me to say what I need to say. it makes me so nervous. it’s like they’re just tolerating my presence. they’re being polite because they have to, but I can tell they don’t want me around. Alexa will talk down to me sometimes too and that’s annoying. but there’s something just straight up different about how she treats me now and I’m not a fan.

and the tech/receptionist girl.. I honestly don’t like her much. I gave her a chance. I try to be understanding with new people because I know that I don’t know them. but she literally always seems annoyed. at everyone and everything. all the time. she mumbles and sometimes when I go into treatment to get the techs’ attention for an appointment that’s just arrived, I’ll hear her say something and I can’t tell if she’s acknowledging the appointment or in her own space. she’s gotten annoyed with me and told me to put the check in clipboard on the shelf we put those on when I hesitate because I’m not sure if I got my message across. she couldn’t sound more disinterested when she answers the phone and talks to clients. and I’ve heard her on multiple occasions saying nasty things about clients based on what they look like. I get that some people are rude or weird or whatever but saying shit about them just based on their looks? fuck off with that. she was ranting to me a few weeks ago about how their team felt like they were cleaning up my team’s mistakes during split shifts and they were acting like we were so incompetent. a few times she mentioned split shifts and mentioned our team in a negative way. and I told her, “...well, we felt the same way about you guys”.

and everyone that was on her team adores her. they think her attitude is endearing. I get that things are frustrating and now you have a baby with your boyfriend at 23 and you’re making a tech salary which isn’t a lot and you have to commute from another state, but don’t make your annoyance everyone else’s problem. but she makes funny quips sometimes so they like her.

last night I was closing with the other head receptionist. it wasn’t terribly busy last night even though it was crazy in the morning, and we were feeling kind of bored. I was trying to stay on top of scans and emails all day and I finally caught up by close. she let me go home not long after because our last few appointments were still there and she took today off anyway. this morning I woke up to a text to the reception group asking if surgery paperwork got done. the receptionist I was working with was like “oh shit, sorry, and I even stayed late!” no response. I sent an “oh no I forgot too, I’m sorry”. and Alexa texted a whole paragraph like “Lou said it wasn’t busy last night and this morning has been crazy and there was a whole pile of scans this morning too”

you know what? you’re right. it wasn’t busy last night. we both should have remembered to check for drop off paperwork but we didn’t. that was my mistake before I left, and that was also Tricia’s mistake because she closed up shop and should have taken stock. but when I left there were no scans to be done. maybe two, but I had already clocked out and Tricia could have easily scanned and attached them. the techs bring up papers to scan after we close, it’s not like I’m just leaving them there intentionally for morning staff just to fuck everyone over with more stupid busy work. and I know for a FACT that the new girl told Alexa it wasn’t busy last night because she was there and she’s been taking every opportunity she can to say shit about us because of all these assumptions she’s made since we were on split teams. acting like we’re just partying it up and being lazy on purpose. she’s ranted to me about how she thinks Tricia stays late intentionally to get more hours because there’s nothing to do after close. I wouldn’t know if that’s true but it’s annoying as hell that she just makes shit up in her head and gets herself all worked up about it.

surgery paperwork is a morning thing too. nobody told us it hadn’t been done. yes, we should have checked, and that’s our mistake. but Alexa has dropped the ball in the morning and I’ve texted her after close like “did the paperwork get done?” and she’s been like “oh shit sorry no” and I fucking take care of it without complaining because that’s my job. I get it. people forget things. lord knows I do. there was one day the doctors got really annoyed at me because sending out negative fecal test results is a reception job and none of the result emails got sent. I wasn’t there that morning and labs are a morning thing, so I didn’t know why they hadn’t gotten sent. I looked into it, none of the fecal labs had downloaded to the computer system, so it looked like they hadn’t come in yet. but the doctors showed me the actual lab website, which had the results. that had in fact come in. Alexa should know to check that, she has the login information printed out and on the front desk and she’s also been a vet receptionist for 8 years and should know about the lab site, but it didn’t happen. so I had to stay late and go through all the fecal results that had come back and send out the emails. I didn’t even know that that had happened because, again, morning thing, not my job as a closer, but I took care of it anyway because my job IS to pick up where my coworkers drop the ball. I didn’t get annoyed (at least not THAT annoyed) and I didn’t point fingers or act like anyone was being lazy. because that’s my fucking job.

so I didn’t much appreciate this morning being made to feel like we were just being lazy and like we didn’t just genuinely forget to do the drop off paperwork. we know how stressful the head vet’s surgery days are (which, of course that would be today). she always has 3-5 procedures and today there were 4 and two drop offs for ultrasounds. we didn’t just not do the paperwork to spite the morning staff. I wouldn’t do that to anyone intentionally. but they sure are fucking acting like it.

the head vet told me something back in April when she and Tricia pulled me in for that meeting that really stuck with me: assume best intentions. assume competence. she told me that the other reception team had gotten really annoyed with us one thursday when they came in after we’d had our last day and there was a whole pile of faxes that needed to be sent, and they were mad that we just left it for them. we hadn’t. the doctors just didn’t put those up there until after we left. and that changed my attitude considerably. I had been getting annoyed at the other team for doing similar things. but I tried to remind myself that they were probably doing their best too and everyone drops the ball sometimes. the head vet brought that up at our last staff meeting too and I wish those two had thought about it more. they just prefer to point fingers I guess.

I’m just annoyed. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling shunned by people when I don’t even know what I did. literally all the girls in high school acted like that towards me. they wouldn’t give me the time of day if they didn’t have to. I don’t know what Alexa has in her head about me now but I’m sure whatever it is is wrong. and I’m sick of thinking about it. I shouldn’t even give her the real estate in my brain. I should focus on the people that do like me instead of searching for reasons why others don’t. I don’t know what she likes so much about that new girl but I don’t really care either. they can go off and be cliquey and I’ll just keep actually trying to be nice and understanding towards everyone.

it’s funny too because I have a feeling Alexa is annoyed about me posting about my fatigue on instagram stories, thinking I don’t have it as bad as she does because she has MS. I didn’t lose sight in one eye temporarily and I don’t have brain lesions and I don’t have a ton of meds I have to be on and I don’t get the MS hug or painsomnia or whatever else, so obviously I shouldn’t complain. but she complains all the fucking time. half her instagram stories are her complaining about being in pain and not being able to sleep, you know, the same thing I also have issues with. 50% of what she posts is MS related and the other 50% is about how much she misses california. maybe I just don’t have it as bad in her eyes because my illness isn’t my entire personality. I try not to complain about it and I try to push myself to my own detriment because I have a job and that job entails being a functioning cog in a whole machine.

I don’t know. I think I’m going to take a week off next month with my PTO. just catch up with myself. I haven’t had an actual break since I started this fucking job. I’ve been lucky with a few 3 day weekends but that’s it. we get one day off for holidays. the actual holiday. I’m a little nervous to ask for a whole week but fuck it. I’ve been at the clinic for 14 months now and haven’t asked for any time off for anything that wasn’t medical-related. I deserve a fucking week.

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ELEVATOR

Original title: Elevator.

Prompt: elevator, thoughts, rambling dream.

Warning: O.C.

Genre: comedy, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘😈👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💍🎈⚰

Song mentioned: none.

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

ELEVATOR

Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t…

Too late. All the books carried in a precarious position fall to the ground; she can save just her own laptop.

-Damn!- and all because the damn elevator was already busy. She isn’t a rancorous person, though …

She’s still bent when the doors open and a man with Latin traits comes out, dark hair slightly curled, glittering look. In short, a nice piece of …

Seeing her in clear difficulty he approaches quickly and picks up what remains, giving her a sweet smile. Hell, he is also kind …

-It is everything OK?- he asks. His voice is perfectly matched with the outer casing. Hot, inebriating …

Penelope, behave! You don’t even know who he’s! Maybe he came to take his girlfriend. Never mind whether one like him is free as air…

-Oh … yes, thank you.- she feels a little crazy. She usually doesn’t have trouble talking to strangers. But since Derek left, she changed, as if he had taken with him a part of her. They take a moment to look at each other, then, luckily, he breaks the silence.

-Could you tell me, please, if the Behavioral Analysis Unit is here?- at the exact moment when she listen the question, she understands that she’s fucked. She thinks a sentence that has left out of her lips a long time ago, about a possible substitute for Morgan (sooner or later someone would come): Whoever will be, I’ll hate him! And at the shocked looks from the others, she reiterated: You know I don’t hate anyone, but I’m sure I’ll hate the new guy.

Well, clearly it would have been a harder job than she expected.

***

-If you’re wondering how my weekend went or if I went for a walk with my Canadian boyfriend who, in your opinion, doesn’t exist, the answers are: bad and no.- Luke remains a moment stunned by the woman’s assault. If he has been so long in staring at her it’s because he’s thinking of what she had told him a few nights ago.

How could any female not be intoxicated by your masculine wilds?

He’s still smiling when he realizes that she has been watching him with that grimace that he would like to remove from her face in ways that can’t be expressed aloud …

-Penelope …- it isn’t the first time he make this mistake, call her by name. But she doesn’t like it.

-No … don’t call me Penelope. We aren’t friends. And we’ll never be.- she says and she turns her back to the elevator to head in the direction of the stairs, but his grip prevents her from continuing.

-Garcia, I thought that after Roxy’s story everything’s fine between us …- the woman turns to him with a black-hearted smile on her face, but also very bitter expression.

-What should be OK? Why should I care if you have a girlfriend or not?-

-So, the gifts…-

-They were for Roxy, not for you. It’s not her fault if it’s your dog.-

-Okay, Garcia, I’ve grown tired. The performance could also be fun for a while, but what do they say? The joke’s gone far enough. There isn’t only one rational reason why you shouldn’t like me as a person.- he emphasizes with a grimace, his hand always tightening on her arm. -Since we met, I have done nothing but try to make you comfortable, to respect your spaces. And you repay me with constant barbs!-

-But why do you care so much to be my friend?-

- Because I know perfectly what you told me when we met “I don’t really discuss my personal life with my coworkers"- he’s mimicking her. -and “I’ll keep a very low profile here”, this is just a bullshit. I had seen once, no, twice the real you: when you met Roxy and when you brought those gifts to her.- now Garcia doesn’t know how to get out of this situation. She can only tell the truth. But she almost started to believe in her own lies.

-Can you let me go?- she asks, clenching her teeth. Luke doesn’t.

-No. Garcia, if you really want to get some floor on foot, okay, that’s on you. But I’ll not avoid you only because I take the wrong place.-

He knows. She understands that it’s useless to pretend, or to keep the sour’s mask. It doesn’t suit people like she.

-Luke, I …- is the first time she doesn’t call him by surname. Her tone of voice is also different.

Her glance.

Pliiin.

With the arrival of the elevator, the little courage she has been able to gather disappeared.

Nor does he have enough courage to force her to continue.

***

By now she knows his schedule perfectly. She knows he’s always going to take a walk with Roxy; she has to keep fit (the dog). She rarely also personally witnessed the performance. Then, without even have a shower (but what are you think, Penelope?) he reaches their place at 7.35 A.M. with a few minutes in advance or late.

And within that narrow space, she’s there waiting for him with two cups in her hand; one of with coffee and one with tea. They didn’t say what they were should to, but things have changed. A kind of free zone was created, among those walls of 2x2 m, where they can be themselves, only Penelope and Luke, not a computer technician and a profiler in training.

Even this morning he’s quite timely. Garcia looks at her watch. 7:37 A.M.

-Good morning!- no kiss on the cheek, but a slight pat on the shoulder, no, can’t be defined as a pat. It’s more similar to a affectionate caress, which causes her more creeps than she would like.

-Morning!- she says. She almost fails to hear the echo of her youthful version respond “ I’ll show you a ‘Good Morning’ hot stuff ”.

Then there is no need for great speeches or phrases of convenience.

*** Luke immediately realizes that something is wrong. Her head is too bent, her gaze lost in the void and then … then he understands enough.

-Penelope?- he asks in a tone that seeks to keep as quiet as possible, but can’t completely hide the nuances of concern. The woman, however, can’t even say a word. She ends up in his arms, sobbing, as frail as he has never seen her. After a moment of uncertainty and almost embarrassment, he starts to gently caress her back and tries to transmit his heat to her body.

-… I … I’m sorry.- she finally says.

-What?- he whispers. His breath slightly touches her neck.

-I didn’t want to … let myself go that way … and then I’ll surely wet your shirt …- she steps off and tries to fix the disaster she has combined. The mascara was completely dissolved, as she was expected. -But why they call them waterproof if then a person can’t even get a weep that …- he locks her rant against herself by putting both hands on her shoulders.

-Hey, hey, Garcia, look at me. I don’t care about the shirt. I have a spare in my suitcase.- he smiles. -It’s okay. Instead, I’m wondering why you’re so sad, if you want to tell me …- he’s too sweet. Too cute. Too lovable.

- I … I gotta go … - she tries to press the button to open the elevator, but he intercepts her hand before she can do it.

-Garcia …- he repeats, hoping not to seem insistent.

-Luke, please, let me go. If I don’t leave now, something … something wrong … is going to happen …- she is practically begging him. But he can’t understand what she’s referring to. And in a few seconds, they will stop, the doors will open, and everything will evaporate as usual.

On the contrary, the doors do not open, indeed, the elevator stops between the floor and the other. Destiny seems to have other projects for them.

-Looks like we’re locked up here for a while …- he says, unable to hold back a mischievous smile. Even Penelope, despite the tears still flowing on her cheeks, lets herself go to hysterical laughter. -Do you tell me what you got?- he tries again, brushing her cheeks gently with both thumbs. To that look from “puss in boots” she can’t say no.

-Today is … the anniversary of my parents’ death.- Luke can’t help but remember the first time she had told him “Thanks for reminding me that pain for memory.” This time he is more prepared. - I … I don’t know why I feel so bad, I mean, It’s… thirty years now. I should get over it. Right? - what she needs is that he contradicts her. And Luke is there for this.

-No matter how long it has passed. I think that nobody ceases to suffer for such a lack. We convince, we go on with our own life, because nothing can be done … but … but there are times when the façade collapses, thoughts can penetrate the walls we have erected … - his speech seems so felt that it seems impossible that he is not personal.

-Luke …? - she just asks him.

-No, I didn’t lose my parents and I didn’t have family mourning or tragedies … but I’ve always let turn a little too my brain gears … - he smiles, once again that simple gesture makes him even more beautiful: and Penelope’s mission becomes ever more difficult. Her gaze suddenly falls on her reflection. A woman with black striped around her eyes is staring at her.

-Oh, my God, look what a mess I’m!- she laughs, but she stops soon. Suddenly she lacks air. She’s dizzy.

-Garcia, don’t tell me you have a claustrophobia attack …- she doesn’t answer, just trying to breathe in the slightest possible way. He doesn’t know what kind of deity pushes him to say such a thing, but he will always be devoted to It. -If you give me permission, I could find a way to distract you, and you won’t think about there’s a little air here …- Penelope is practically leaning on one of the walls. He’s approaching her slowly. The man intentions are clear. He’s giving her the chance to escape him. But how can she run away, when is practically since the first time she has seen him, that she wants this? She tried in every way to keep him away, because there was nothing worse than falling in love (well, don’t exaggerate), in short, to take a crush just on the guy who replaced … Derek. And of course he could not be a sixty-year-old man like Gideon, no, it was supposed to be a handsome Latin, nice and sweet!

Thoughts are interrupted when she feels something press on her lips. Something soft, coffee taste, a mixture of sweet and bitter. The eyelids fall automatically. It ends too soon. After this, he smiles at her.

The struggle is lost.

But she’ll not be too sorry.

***

-Love, can I ask you … something strange? - the blond woman turns to Latin.

-Spit it out.- she begins to play with the buttons of his shirt, certainly not helping him in the task of talking to her. -I know you’re a computer superhero, the undisputed goddess of technology …- he knows that praise can always help - … but I was wondering … this things have internal cameras? - he indicates the minimum space around them.

-Well …- she’s a bit stunned, she didn’t expect this request. -I think so, because you know, with the work we do, it is always better to have even the smallest evidence.- she sees that he continues to look around. He gets close and whispers something to her ear. It takes three more attempts before she can understand.

-Can you be able to obscure the camera for a brief moment?- she laughs in his face, and then, seeing his serious expression, she comes to her senses to answer him.

-Sweetness, you’re talking to Penelope Garcia. Obviously I can do that. The question here is: why are you asking me this? - now Luke is embarrassed.

-Because…- this time the woman quickly understands what he says to her with a low voice.

***

She is tired, terribly, absolutely, completely destroyed. And the idea of getting home and finding the empty bed … well, not really, at least Roxy will be there, but as far as she loves her as if she was her very own daughter, isn’t the same. What she needs after such a case are two strong male arms that tighten her all night, keeping her anchored to reality and reminding them that the world isn’t composed only of characters such as those with whom they are having to deal, and whose life she’s forced to pass through the sieve in the slightest and intimate details. But Luke insists that they would arrive late and practically he’s blackmailed her, forcing her to leave before, and not expecting him as she had always done. Keep our bed warm. But it wouldn’t be until he arrives.

With a puff, she presses the button to call the elevator. The memory of what they did inside is still alive in her. She smiles. They risked being fired, though Emily would surely have closed an eye.

The doors open and instead of her own reflection, what her eyes catch is a dressed elegantly man who holds a leash in his left hand, to which is attached a wonderful specimen of a shepherd dog … Roxy.

-What … what’s going on? Shouldn’t you be on the jet yet?- she doesn’t mind her at all which he’s here. On the contrary. Damn, how she’s become trivial since she is engaged with this man! With Kevin or Sam, it never happened to be lost as a teenager at the first crush.

-Are you not happy to see me?- he has the courage to ask her, the stupid man. But though inebriated and blinded by love, she remains the oracle of the BAU. She can’t help but notices that on the back of Roxy, there is something that looks like a little box.

Oh God.

Realization hits her right in the chest. She remembers perfectly what she felt when she found out that Kevin wanted to propose … and her reaction.

-But … how did you convince others to tell me nothing, where are them?- then she hears a few coughing and all the behavioral analysis team materializes behind her. JJ winks at her, Tara and Emily give her a pat on her shoulder, Spencer just smiles, and Rossi gives a warning glance at Luke.

They know.

-Penelope Garcia, I don’t know if you know this phrase, Rossi said it to me, is by an Italian artist, Ennio Flaiano … anyway I immediately realized that I would dedicate it to you: Big loves are announced in a precise way, as soon as you see her, you say: who is this cunt? - he’s not afraid she can misunderstand. -Supreme Goddess whose sees and knows everything, do you want to share the rest part of our life with me?- she bends over to take the box. Inside there is a simple, but very special, ring made up of so many of those stones together, which she doesn’t even recognize -One for each part of you …- and he begins to explain one by one while she’s completely lost and she doesn’t hear all the details, but only his voice reassuring.

***

Garcia turns the ring that leads to her finger.

It seems impossible to think that two months have passed since she became Ms. Alvez. Surely, she would never have said it. She always thought she would ended up with Derek or alone for eternity. Yet, she doesn’t miss him. She can hardly believe it and she even feels guilty, but she has finally emerged from obsession with Derek Morgan. She no longer feels pain to think about he is with another woman and he having a son with her.

Now less than ever.

However, she’s scared. Because what she has to say to him might change things between them.

-Hey, chica.- he greets her with a kiss. So smiling. Completely unaware. -What have you got, Penelope?- she continues to rub her hands. But she waits until they are in that elevator to talk, where everything is started and where it might even end…

-Luke, I don’t know how it’s possible, I mean, with my age and my problems … I thought there was not even a hope … I mean a chance … in short …- she instinctively protects her own belly and so there is no need for she to say it explicitly because man knows where she wants to go.

Are you sure?- he just asks.- Penelope is disappointed. Not she expects jumps of joy, at their age become a parents… What will the other mothers twenty-five-year-old think during the talks? She nods. That’s when the unexpected happens, Luke raises her and turning her around the room as possible because the space is small. -I can’t believe it. I’ll be father … how months? Did you go to a gynecologist? You have to tell Emily so you can have lighter turns, and you can’t see certain images in your state and …- she breaks his rambling with a short kiss.

She smiles, serene. Now she knows that everything will work out for the best.

***

In that elevator they met, challenged, loved, they fought, declared their mutual trust, discovered that they would share the most complicated work in the world.

Penelope Garcia knew it would be happened there. Usually there is no cell coverage here, because it’s too closed, due to vibration and elevator goes too far down … for a lot of stupid and illogical discrepancies.

But not this time. This time the coverage is perfect and before she answers at the phone, she already knows what they are about to say.

No one can hear her screaming her pain, she only lets out an inhuman groan, then she bends down to the ground, her back against the wall. She not even time to think a sentence.

The girl with blond hair but the latin strokes, finds her in this state. Maybe she’s still a bit too young, but she understands that even if it hurts, the love that has contributed to her creation is stronger than any loss.

How could she expect that one half of it would remain for her, in the earthly world, dragging herself like a lifeless body? She always knew they would go away together.

*** ***

-Garcia? Garcia? - the blond woman emerges from the meanders of her own mind. A curly, dark-haired man, Luke Alvez, is staring at her. A dog, a beautiful exemplary rich in colors, is salivating all her dress.

-Huh?- she asks confused.

-It’s half an hour that you have this looking lost, what are you thinking about?- she smiles, then remembers that in this reality she must hate him.

-You’ll never know.- she turns and takes the stairs. _______________________________________________________ Okay, in the end both (Penelope and Luke) die, but you have to imagine it happening after a lot of happy and happy years, it served to close the loop … It happens because they are in love with each other and they have to be together even in the afterlife. So it’s to be seen positively. And then it’s all a fantasy of Penelope in a matter of minutes. Have you ever been watching a person and making a mental movie about a life with that stranger? I’m an expert.

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WHAT ARE QUEENS COMPARED TO A GODDESS?

Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request! After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky. Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary: When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself. Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

(Picture and GIF not mine)

*Reader’s POV*

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, Brooklyn was awake, alive, and bustling- but you were lying in bed. You had woken up hours ago, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed and go to work. You loved your job as a computer engineer at Stark Tower, you loved your coworkers, you loved that Tony Stark was your boss, you loved that you got to work with so closely to your husband, Steve Rogers. But what you didn’t love, was watching all the other, much prettier, female co-workers. You despised that.

You weren’t like the other women working on the tower. They were all strong, lean, skinny, girls, with rosy cheeks and thick, long hair. They all had perfect breasts and bouncy asses that could make any man swoon. These girls had pearly white smiles that could outshine the brilliant sun. These girls had almost no scars, and the ones they did have were from bullets grazing their skin, or from knives piercing their skin; their scars showed off their bravery and skill.

They had perfect bodies and their scars were a symbol of their justice-fueled fury. While they had the bodies of queens, you had the body of the ugly handmaid. You were flawed, imperfect, warped, junk, broken, damaged, worthless, alone- you were ugly. Your ass was barely visible due to your stump-like thighs, your boobs were outshone by your prominent belly, your arms looked like that of bat wings, and your hips were devoured by your love handles.

You weren’t always this insecure. There were days where you owned your body, where you would strut around like you were Freddie Mercury on his way to a sold-out show. There were days where you and your heavyset body felt like you could conquer the world! But… today was not one of those days. Today was one of those days where even the thought of looking in the mirror made you want to puke. Today was one of those days where the scale in your bathroom hissed your name like a witch’s black cat. Today was one of those days where showering was just code-name for ‘see your ugly, scarred body naked’. It was one of those days where you just weren’t yourself.

It was about eleven in the morning when you finally gathered enough energy to get up. You felt gross, both literally and figuratively. You wanted to shower off your grossness, but you knew that you would have to look at your gross body. You ended up taking a quick shower anyway, just to start your day off somewhat properly. But you decided to wear your one-piece swimsuit while showering, just to avoid looking at your naked body.

Once you were all dried off, you forewent your cute, blue sundress, and dawned your baggy sweatpants and thick hoodie, despite it being over 90 degrees outside. You moseyed on into the kitchen, groaning at the thought of breakfast.

Avoiding the accursed kitchen, you plopped down into Steve’s favorite chair. It was a big, dark brown, leather recliner that Steve loved to sit in. He loved to sit back and relax after a long day, sometimes he would even fall asleep in that chair and stay there for the whole night. Steve would often offer for you to sit on his lap or lay on top of him as he slept, but you would always politely decline. Though, you would never admit that fact that you always declined because you were afraid that, if you climbed into the chair with him, your combined weights would break the chair.

As your curled up into the familiar smelling chair, your phone rang and vibrated from within your pocket. “Hello?” you groaned, not wanting to have any type of human interaction that day, let alone a phone call. “(Y/N)?” Tony said from the other line, “where are you? It’s almost noon…” “I uh… didn’t feel too well this morning,” you half-lied, “I didn’t want to spread it to the whole tower,”. Tony gave an unenthusiastic hum, “I see…” he sighed, “well, I hope you feel better,” “thanks Tony,” you droned, not even waiting to say ‘goodbye’ before you hung up.

*Steve’s POV*

“Where is she? What did she say?” Steve asked, Tony after (Y/N) hung up, “she said she didn’t feel good,” Tony huffed, angrily setting his phone on the counter. Steve furrowed his brows in confusion, “what are you so mad about?” he asked, following Tony into the tower’s kitchen for lunch, “is she on her period or something?” Tony grunted, swinging the refrigerator door open. This confused Steve even more,

“uh, no? Why does it matter?”

“she sounded all… bitchy and she rudely hung up on me,”

“what did you say to her?”

“nothing! All I said was that I wanted her to get better!”

“that’s weird… I-I’ll talk to her,”

“you better…”

Steve was very confused, normally you weren’t that grouchy, and it was very unlike you to call in sick four hours after you were supposed to; normally you would call in way earlier. Steve pulled his phone out of your pocket and pressed your text thread.

“Hey sweetheart, you doing okay?”

As soon as he sent the message, the little dots that indicated you were typing came onto the screen.

“Ya…”

“Do you want me to come home early?”

“No…”

“Can I pick something up for you on my way home?”

“No, I’m okay…”

“No Tylenol? Saltines? Gatorade? Excedrin?”

“No, I’ll be alright,”

“Want me to bring home takeout for dinner? Pizza? Chinese?”

“… no… no thankyou…”

That was weird. (Y/N) always loved having pizza night with him. Steve knew something was off, but he couldn’t quite tell what.

“Okay, doll. I’ll be home later tonight. I love you! <3”

It took a while for (Y/N) to respond.

“okay. Love you too.”

Something was definitely wrong.

*Reader’s POV*

The sound of jingling keys and creaking door hinges woke you up from your nap. You shifted in the leather chair to see who was coming into the apartment, “hi darlin’” Steve greeted with his signature smile. Normally you loved that perfect, adorable smile, but, at the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to tolerate it. You flopped back down into your original position in the chair, so, once again, your back was facing the door. “(Y/N)? I brought home some dinner…” Steve hummed, hoping to regain your attention. You didn’t even flinch. “I got some soup, a salad, a-and some subs!” Steve explained, setting the bags of food on the kitchen counter, “Sam recommended them to me, he says that they’re really… good…” Steve trailed off, seeing that you weren’t responding, “(Y/N)?”. Steve jogged over to the chair, seeing as you weren't in the mood to move. Kneeling beside you, he placed his hands on your thighs, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”. You just groaned and swatted his hands off you. “What’s wrong?” Steve cooed, rubbing your back soothingly, “are you sick?” “nuh uh…” you whined, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and down in front of your face.

It was clear you needed some affection. Scooping you up into his arms bridal style, Steve stood up then went to sit in the chair with you in his lap, “c’mon, tell me what’s wrong,” Steve grunted, sitting down in the chair. As soon as his body made contact with the piece of furniture, you leaped out of his hold and nearly crashed into the coffee table. Steve was stunned at your sudden movement and shot right back up from his sitting position, “are you okay?!” Steve panicked, helping you back onto your feet. You nodded, distancing yourself from your husband and curling in on yourself. Steve took notice of this and tried to pull you in for a comforting hug, but you fought your way out of his grasp. “I’m gonna go to bed…” you mumbled, rushing off to the bedroom.

After eating alone and letting you simmer down for a while, Steve knocked on the door frame, alerting you to his presence. “(Y/N)?” he called, hoping to get a response, but all that he heard in return was a pained sob. “(Y/N)?!” Steve saw that you were curled up in the corner of the bed and rushed over to your side, gathering you up in his arms. You tried to kick him away, but he was not letting you reject his affection this time, you clearly needed it. “No Steve!” you cried, trying to push Steve away, “I don’t want you to touch me!”. Steve didn’t listen, he just held you tighter.

Once you calmed down a bit, you were able to relax into Steve's arms. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Steve asked, rubbing your back. Tears welled up in eyes again as you buried your face into Steve’s chest, “I’m just so ugly!” you sobbed, clutching the lapels of Steve's shirt. Steve looked shocked, he didn’t know what to say; how could you think you were ugly? To him, you were the most gorgeous person to ever grace the presence of normal humans. “Wh-Wha?” Steve gaped, looking at your tear-soaked face for any sign that you were joking. He couldn't find any. “I’m so ugly, Steve!” you whaled, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, “I’m ugly! My thighs are like tree stumps, my arms make me look like I have Pterodactyl wings, my butt doesn’t exist my love handles are so big, and my stomach makes me look like I’m pregnant!” you ranted, getting more and more angry with your body with each word you uttered.

Steve held you in his arms once again, rocking you back and forth in his lap, “don’t be so hard on yourself,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “you’re not ugly, never have been, never will be,”. You sniffled, pulling away from the embrace so you could see Steve’s face, “how can you say that?!” you gasped, feeling more tears sting the corners of your eyes, “I’ve got stretch marks and cellulite, I have bumps and rolls, how can you say that I’m not ugly?!”.

You were insecure, and Steve knew it right from the start, but he never thought it was this bad. He always saw you as the adorable, bright, loving, confident girl he had fallen in love with.

Steve looked at you, not with pity or anger, but with pure, unadulterated love; you could see it in his eyes. But you stared back in frustration and impatience as you waited for his answer. “Stretch marks and cellulite are normal, they are a part of the human body, and they don’t make you ugly,” he declared, kissing both your cheeks, “and bumps and rolls don’t make you ugly either. Here…” Steve said, pulling out his phone and going to his photos. “What do you see in this picture?” Steve asked, holding up his phone. It was a photo of a famous sculpture, the sculpture of Aphrodite. “Uh… I see a statue?” you stated, not sure of what he was getting at, “it’s a statue of the Greek goddess,” “look closer,” Steve instructed, a knowing smirk of plastered on his cheeks. Rolling your eyes, you looked back at the brightly illuminated phone screen and looked more closely at the beautiful work of art.

Realization hit you like a truck when you saw what Steve meant, “she has… sh-she has…” you stuttered, unable to get the words off your tongue, “she had fat rolls,” Steve finished, putting his phone back in his pocket. Steve held both of your hands in his as he looked you in the eye, “Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty, had fat rolls. (Y/N), you are the most beutfiul girl I have ever seen, and if you think I'm lying, look at your left hand,". Your eyes flickered to the beautiful diamond ring Steve had given you on your wedding day last year. "Not only does that ring signify how beautiful I find you, it represents how intelligent, resfectful, talented, dilligent, funny, loving, caring, and elegant you are," Steve's words made you blush. "Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty had fat rolls, and so do you. And do you know what that means?” Steve asked, cupping your face in his large hands, “you, my beautiful, intelligent, kind, hard-working, (Y/N), are a goddess,”.

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Another work rant.

So. Our afternoon dining staff is kids. Like, my coworker today said they’re like 15. Just to preface.

Their boss, the chef, has been cracking down. Not on them, the ones who leave the kitchen a mess, who leave their shit lying around everywhere, who leave shit half assed every single night. But on us, the R.A.s.

It started out with them telling us to stay out of the kitchen until our trays to take to residents are ready. Understandable. But that also meant we aren’t allowed to eat until literally 45 minutes after the rest of the residents (lunch is at 11:30, we can’t eat til 12:15. Dinner is at 4:30, we can’t eat until 5:15.) I mean. Frustrating but fine. Residents have to come first and there’s stragglers some days.

The biggest problem with this is that the kitchen is not preparing our trays until 5:00. Half an hour after the dining room starts getting served. Not right at 4:30 when it would be smartest so that we can grab them and get out of the way, because that’d be too easy.

Now, most nights, it’s just 2 people getting them, the same 2 people so they’re used to having to wait. One is very efficient. She hops up as soon as we leave and she eats and she goes back to her chair lickety split. The other? The other, firstly, has like a 40/60 shot at getting up to eat. Some days she just sleeps through the entire meal. But even if she does eat??? It takes her literally an hour and a half because she’s so fucking out of it, and if her TV is going, she’s even MORE zoned out.

“But Becca, surely the kitchen understands that old people can’t be put on a timer and would give some leeway as to how long they get to eat,” you say?

No no, dear friends. The kitchen evidently does not understand that.

The other night, one of our newer R.A.s was working. She’d had a hard day, lots of shit happened (including a resident falling and breaking his hip right after all the managers had left.) And to top it off, she’d had like 6 trays to take to people.

When I got in at 11 that night, they were still sitting in a bin. Broken down and rinsed off, but sitting in a bin. She explained that she’d went and retrieved the trays at 6:00 which is just about when we’ve been doing it. (The slow poke we might let her keep it longer because like... what are we gonna do? Tell a 93 year old woman who barely knows her own name she has to stop eating? Even if it weren’t cruel, she can be and there’s like a 30% chance she’ll start screaming and throwing shit and trying to hit us. It’s happened.)

Anyway. She had the trays brought in and broken down at 6. Which is pretty good, especially for so many trays.

The kitchen staff is here until 6:30 cleaning up and doing dishes.

The trays were still sitting out at 11. You see the problem here, right?

Well, I asked, I said “You’re sure you had them in on time?”

“Yeah dude. The kids were still in there doing dishes when I dropped the trays off.”

Aight. Whatever. Not my problem. I go about my business.

Chef comes in in the morning and throws a fit. “Why are there so many late trays?” They weren’t late. The kids just didn’t wash them. “Well it’s the R.A.s’ job to wrack and wash the dishes after hours.”

No. No it SUPER is not. Not only have I never been told to do that, I’ve been told NOT to do that because it’s the kitchen’s job. I couldn’t even if I wanted to because I have no idea how to work the machine.

And then she yelled at me because I forgot to turn the oven on which is admittedly my fault but also we had a lot going on that night (lots of pages, I had to go wake up a resident to whom I’d never been introduced and it took a long time, we have to walk one of the dogs because that resident’s legs are swollen, like. It was a lot of extra shit I had to do.)

Well. I come in tonight. The coworker I relieved started talking about the whole tray situation. I was like, “Well no this is what happened.” She said it didn’t matter because the chef was mad.

So here’s the kicker, ladies and gentlefolk.

Now, we HAVE to have the trays back in the kitchen by (wait for it) 5:45.

We’re not getting the fucking things until 5 most nights. That means these people get 45 minutes to fucking eat.

That means we only get max 20 minutes to eat because we don’t fucking get served until 5:15 but it takes us 10 mins to go get trays and see how everyone is doing.

What the fuck??? What the fuck am I supposed to do when the one who takes forever is just now sitting down to eat at 5:40? Tell her to stuff her face? She’ll stuff mine with a fucking fist like what the fuck.

AND, even if we GOT OUR TRAYS ON TIME, it’s a mad fucking dash for us.

(Mind you for this next paragraph that some days there ARE two R.A.s here, but there are days where it’s just one doing all of this and she just started her shift so she’s still trying to get oriented.) One guy gets afternoon meds around 4. Now, some days the earlier shift takes care of it, so that’s fine. But then one guy gets his insulin at 4:15. It used to be 4, but nooooo that wasn’t close enough to meal time, it has to be 4:15. “That’s not too bad,” you say. Well, it is, because he fucking pages us at 4 and we have to take 5 minutes to argue with him that we’re not allowed to give it to him yet. And then, we have to go start reminding the entire building (50ish people, 2 of whom are in wheel chairs and need to be pushed, 1 of whom has to be walked down because he forgot where it is, and an average of 2-3 other people who need to be escorted because they’re feeling icky somehow,) to come down to dinner. All in all, the average time we have *everybody* down to eat is 4:40 because residents get to talking or ask for help with something or forget and we have to double back and it takes a minute to check everybody off the list (at least for me and the new girls because we aren’t used to it yet. Getting better though.)

I’m just. Holy fucking shit. This on top with what the chef said the other day about how the dining staff “sees the residents more than the RAs”? I’m just. I’m livid fam. Absolutely livid.

My coworker told me what she said tonight about the 5:45 tray thing and the first thing out of my mouth was, “Well then the kitchen staff can go fucking get them.”

I love my job. I do. That’s not me trying to tell myself I love it so I’ll be pseudo happy. I do really enjoy it. But fucking hell this shit is getting ridiculous. I can feel it in my bones that there’s gonna be a big whole mandatory meeting for everybody because it’s just. It’s just drama. The kitchen staff and the RAs are basically at fucking war right now. It’s stupid tense, dudes.

#shut up becca #becca's work #becca rants

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10 Quotes From Futurama That Are Still Hilarious Today – Screen Rant

Futurama, the second most popular animated hit show from creator Matt Groening (behind The Simpsons), ran for seven hilarious seasons from 1999 to 2013. It told the story about a pizza delivery boy named Phillip J. Fry, who unexpectedly finds himself in the future. His only descendant, Professor Farnsworth, runs a cargo shipping service, which Fry joins. There, he meets alcoholic robot Bender, strong-willed ship captain Leela, and the rest of the zany crew. Of course, there are always shenanigans.

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If you were to say that Futurama is one of the funniest animated shows of all time, you’d probably have a hard time finding someone who disagreed with you completely. You could probably spend hours scouring the show for hidden details or Easter eggs. For now, we’ll leave you with some of the funniest quotes to laugh at.

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10 “I’m So Embarrassed. I Wish Everybody Else Was Dead.”

Bender is selfish, so it’s natural for him to say something like this. In fact, his selfishness is part of the reason he is arguably the show’s most beloved character. In this situation, even though he is the one who did something embarrassing, it’s everyone else who should be dead so they don’t have to see him. As if he knows that he does so many dumb things, the general public should just stop looking at him. He shouldn’t have to clean up his act.

9 “Valentine’s Day Is Coming? Oh Crap – I Forgot To Get A Girlfriend Again.”

This is a great Fry quote. Despite his on-again, off-again relationship with Leela, Fry is not really successful with the ladies. He’s not really what you would call a catch, or smooth. At all.

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You can use this excuse for yourself the next time Valentine’s Day comes around and you’re still single.

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8 “Fry, It’s Been Years Since Medical School, So Remind Me. Disemboweling In Your Species: Fatal Or Non-Fatal?”

Dr. Zoidberg is not the first person you’d trust to be operating on you. Especially if he has to ask if disembowelling someone will kill them. In fact, now we’re left wondering what species exists in this world that could survive being disembowelled. But that’s one of the main reasons why his character is so funny. He just scares everyone and acts like a lunatic, but somehow he’s a doctor.

7 “Well, You Obviously Won’t Listen To Reason. So, I Guess I’ll Listen To Idiotic-Ness And Come With You.”

This quote, spoken by Leela, emphasizes the fact that she must be so frustrated being constantly surrounded by idiots. While it is hilarious, this Leela quote is also pretty representative of her personality.

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She’s the person who will try to talk you out of doing something really stupid, but if you insist on doing it anyway, she’ll go with you to make sure you stay safe.

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6 “Now, Now. There Will Be Plenty Of Time To Discuss Your Objections When And If You Return.”

Professor Farnsworth isn’t really known for taking peoples’ feelings, emotions, or even lives into consideration. Especially when it comes to his experiments or his job. He’s focused on getting things from point A to point B and doesn’t really seem phased when his staff’s lives are at danger. But that’s just who he is.

5 “Finally, A Uniform I’d Be Happy To Be Caught Dead In!”

This funny quote is brought to you by Amy Wong. Now, most people have said, “I wouldn’t be caught dead in that outfit” at least once or twice in their life. But no one ever really says the opposite.

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Given the workplace hazards of Amy’s job, though, it’s understandable that she would utter this phrase at some point or another.

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4 “If You Ask Me, It’s Mighty Suspicious. I’m Gonna Call The Police. Right After I Flush Some Things.”

It’s pretty well known that Hermes enjoys his marijuana. That’s part of many of the running jokes with his character. Everyone knows that he enjoys this habit, but he’s constantly trying to hide it in a hilariously obvious way. This particular quote emphasizes that. Hermes has a lot of really funny signature catchphrases, like adding “sweet” before an animal or object, but he always manages to say some pretty hilarious one-liners as well. Especially when it comes to hiding his marijuana habits.

3 “I Got Your Distress Call And Came Here As Soon As I Wanted To.”

Zap Brannigan doesn’t really care about anyone else. It’s his selfishness that makes him funny. The fact that he would come and help someone in an emergency situation only when he feels like doing so indicates he doesn’t actually care about that particular person’s situation. He just likes the idea of being a hero when it’s convenient for him. It’s also pretty funny that he doesn’t even care enough to worry about admitting this.

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2 “Did Everything Just Taste Purple For A Second?”

This Fry quote is hilarious because it simply doesn’t make any sense. How does anything taste like a color? What would the color purple possibly taste like? We could associate it with grape, but it’s clear that he means the color specifically. Of course, Fry’s character is hilarious because some of the things he says are so stupid they just don’t make any sense. It may frustrate his coworkers, especially Leela, but it sure makes the audience laugh.

1 “My Story Is A Lot Like Yours, Only More Interesting ‘Cause It Involves Robots.”

This is obviously another Bender quote. But he’s not really wrong. Any story that involves robots is probably going to be more awesome simply because robots are awesome. It’s Bender’s style to also be straight up rude to people and shut them down for his own enjoyment. To be honest, a story about Bender, in general, is probably interesting simply because of the shenanigans he gets himself into.

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I'm in Australia and I need medical insurance which is very costly and it doesn't even cover anything like dental checkup. I don't think I'll ever a use a single penny from that insurance. Why are they robbing us of our money for no reason? If I get ill, I'll use my own money to pay for treatment. And I heard they don't get any interest from the money so where does all that money go? In the air?""

Are hearing aids covered by health insurance?

Since I was born, I've had a hearing problem on my left ear that I have to go to the audiologist for every year, and every year they say my ability to hear in it goes down by a fragment. I'm 16 now, and in high school, and they originally tried to get me to get hearing aids in 6th grade, but I threw a fit because I was afraid people would make fun of me, and they haven't brought it up since. This year I'm really noticing that my hearing is shot. I'm constantly asking people to repeat things, and whenever someone says something to me and I'm not looking at their mouth, it's all a jumbled mess. If there are a lot of people talking, and someone is standing directly in front of me, but I'm not looking at their mouth, I miss probably a fifth of what they say. I've been thinking about getting hearing aids, but I was wondered if they were covered by insurance. My mom gets the insurance through Fl Hospital, if that helps, and as I'm just now looking into it, I don't know many more details about it.""

What type of car insurance do you have? 10 points will be given!!!!!!!!?

as a sixteen year old who would like to get a used car, i would like to know what type of car insurance is the best. i have tried to do online quotes, but they always ask for too much personal information. is insurance real expensive for a sixteen year old? what type of insurance do you have or recommend? thanks""

Reducing Car insurance?!?

Hi, I am just curious because I know someone who does this but situation is a little different. His parents are split up so he has a car at his mother's house (where he would HAVE to be registered as primary driver) but he lives at his father's house so he only pays occasional driver's insurance even though the car is always with him. (both the father and mother have licenses however are not insured under the car in question) I am just asking if it were possible for me to do that with my grandmother for example. If I get a car registered under her name, but since I don't live with her can I pay as an occasional driver? She does not have a license. If it helps I live in Ontario, Canada. Thank you""

Will my car insurance go up after this accident happened(Story included)?

Ok so my brother was driving on the highway and another car hit him but left the scene. It was the other cars fault not my brothers. A cop passed by and ask what happened. My brother didn't have license so I told them I was the one who was driving and explain everything. I was 18/17 at that time. The cop did take my license and gave it back after making a report. I am safe or will my insurance rate be high because of this??? The car and the insurance was under my brothers name. But I took the blame. The car didnt have any major damage. just the front got damage I am also afraid he could tell his insurance it was my fault so his insurance doesn't go up. Could he do that?

Why is my car insurance so much higher than my female counter part?

Cheapest car insurance for a teen in florida ?

Im currently 17 years old; Im getting my driver license next week. I have a 1995 Nissan Sentra and I wanted to know what would be the cheapest insurance in Florida. I was thinking of getting my PIP only, but my price ranges are 0-250 a month. I also have a 20 year brother who had his drivers license since he was 17 years old and I was thinking if I can out his name as the head of the car insurance and add me as a secondary driver but I dont if it will be cheaper ??? If you know of an insurance that provides more than a PIP for my price range please let me know ??? If the insurance will not be cheaper under my brothers name, !!""

Looking for cheap cars to insure?

Hello there, im 21 and looking for a cheap good runnin car! Thats cheap to insure! :) I dont like the old shape corses or nissan micras.. Ewww lol but really need a car asap! Any suggestions would be great n could u put make of car n model please? Thanks for reading! Lewis :D""

Whats the best insurance company for a young driver?

just passed my driving test and was wondering what the cheapest insurance company for young drivers is?

Where do i get a cheap auto insurance company?

Business Insurance - Car?

Basically, I have an internet business, and Im wondering if there is a way that I can have business car insurance? I would like to know the as much as I can. I am looking at a rather fast, expensive car, that will partly be used for Business. So Im wondering if I can get a business insurance policy, and cover it on that? Anyone in the know - please help, and offer advice. Thanks.""

""Car accident, insurance rate?""

ive been driving 2 years, no tickets, no accidents....so tonight i got in an accident, rear ended a car....my fault,,,how much will my insurance go up? i have Allstate.""

How do Insurance companies pay for medical bills?

I was in an accident last year that led to me being in the ICU for a few days. I incurred a hefty medical bill as a result. The accident was not my fault, and the driver was insured. I am going to a mediation to decide how the money the insurance company can pay will be divided between those of us that were injured. My question is, when we come to an agreement, will the insurance company send me a check or will they send a payment to the hospital where I owe money?""

How much does insurance cost for a 16 year old newly licensed driver and a car?

How much would full coverage insurance cost?

I want to get a car loan to buy this 2004 Hyundai Tiburon. I'm 18, I've been in one accident. Around how much a month?""

On friday 4/25 my 03 Tahoe was stolen in front of my house it was recovered the following day 4/26 about 9pm?

it was about 2:30am when the vehicle was stolen, the police was called and they came out to the scene. they gave me a file number. Later in the a.m i called the Insurance and reported the auto theft i gave all the current information my statement was being recorded. The insurance inspector came out to inspect the vehicle on Tuesday theyre were alot of damage inside out. He said it was about $4,000.00 worth of damage. It maybe was going to be total loss. I went ahead and called the adjustor to follow up on the inspection he then said he gave my claim to a investigator for further review. I mention to him that my vehicle is at my house when it should be in the tow yard, that it seems they are lacking holding off in helping me with this situation. He was rude and continue to tell me to wait for a phone call. Today 5/2/2014 a claim investigator called me stating that it was a coincidence that i worked for a auto body shop and my vehicle being stolen recently. I got really upset i told her me working at a shop doesnt have nothing to do with my car being stolen. I told her I was going to seek help thru a lawyer and hanged up the phone. Has anyone been a similar situation? I live in the state of California and have Infinity Insuracne Both my cars are full cover and both are paid off.""

Question about Liability Insurance.?

My mother has insurance on a car I drive, but do to a horrible driving record State Farm - her car insurance company - won't carry me, and when they will again it won't be cheap. I recently found some cheap liability insurance but I was curious - the insurance companies won't give me a straight answer - does my mom have to switch all the insurance for the car, or can I have insurance just for when I drive. If so should I get PIP - personal injury protection instead of liability? Pretty much can there be 2 forms of insurance from 2 seperate companies on one car? Full Coverage for the car and my mom, and Liability for me?""

Quick health insurance question?

I want to get a specific Kaiser health insurance plan that has an annual $500 deductible. My question is, does annual deductible mean in a calender year? Or 1 year starting when you started your insurance (e.g 11/1/11 - 11/1/12)?""

Ball park how much extra to add my boyfriend to my car insurance policy.?

I'm paying alot because i'm a new driver to the UK, just wanted a ball park of if it will be alot more to add my live in boyfriend as an occasional driver.""

First car + First insurance policy tips?

Alright Y!A? :) Right, so I'm 17 and I'll probably be doing my driving test pretty soon because I'm far into lessons and I've passed my theory test already. (UK - Northern Ireland, Belfast) I'm just wondering what tips you guys out there have maybe from first hand experience or what your friends, siblings or general family have done etc. I'm getting around 3200 in the June when I turned 18 because of a car crash I was in when I was like 9 so I'm hoping to get a car + a year's insurance for around 2500 at the maximum. (Hopefully) I'll probably get a car of a maximum price of about 1000 because in reality I don't need anything fancier than that, the max engine size I'd consider would probably be 1.2 and I'd want my insurance to be such that I can use the car for work such as delivering pizzas or chineses etc. so I have more options trying to find a job atm. I'm just wondering what tips you people have? Could I realistically get insurance for 1500 (Max) or under on a 1000 (Max) car with a 1.2 (Max) Litre engine? I might have to borrow money off my parents and pay them back when I'm 18 if I pass a good few months before my birthday. I'm not coming here telling you to tell me where to get cheap car insurance, I hate questions like that lol cheap car insurance doesn't exist for 17 year olds because we're all boy racers Bla-bla-bla, it's head melting! I just want to use my car to drive to college (5 minute drive), possibly work in depending on if I get a job at this bar or not and drive to peoples' houses if I need to and other general driving. I'm not just going to drive it for the craic at 3am down the motorway doing 100mph, I couldn't be bothered with all that. All I want is tips to get it as cheap as humanly possible like what I should do about named drivers, voluntary excess and anything else that might drive down the price. When it comes to it I'll ring round every insurance company available to insure people in Northern Ireland and haggle them all quoting them against each other and hope for the best. Please don't tell me specific insurance companies to go for unless you know that they definitely include NI, a lot of them exclude us. P.S. I'm a sensible guy, I'm paying for it all by myself (as far as I'm aware) so spare me the irresponsible, kid, joy rider, inexperienced, spoilt comments that so often creep up in these areas. Thanks! :)""

If the supreme court finds health care law unconstitutional would i have to buy car insurance?

most of the health care debate is about weather the government can make a person buy a specific product such as health insurance. If the court finds that the individual mandate is unconstitutional would this mean that the government would not be allowed to require people to buy car insurance. and if so would I be able to take this to my state supreme court to question the constitutionality of having to buy car insurance?

Motorcycle insurance in GTA?!?

Hey, I am 21 and has had motorcycle insurance now for the past 3 years and have been insured for a 2009 kawasaki ninja 250r. I am currently paying $1700 a year for insurance with td and have a perfect driving record. I want to switch my bike to a 2012 harley davidson iron 883 and just got a quote from them for $5500 a year!! I think that is ridiculous! Does anyone know of any good motorcycle insurance for harleys or are similar in age and paying less? I really want this bike but $5500 a year is nuts. I can buy a brand new ninja every year lmao.""

No car insurance?

I live in Colorado, and I was wondering what would happen if I were to get pulled over without insurance. My brothers car has insurance, so what would happen?""

How much do you pay for car insurance?

These quotes are OUTRAGEOUS!

How can I get free health insurance?

My husband and I can't afford health insurance. Is there a way to get it for free? We live in southern California.

""Should i get health insurance now, or wait for Obamacare?

Also about how much will insurance cost a healthy 19 year old male who exercises regularly and eats well.

""16 year old male, first car and insurance?""

Alright, I turned 16 a few months ago and got my license the day after my birthday. The majority of cars that we have looked at are around $1500 a year for just liability. However, 3 cars that we have not checked with insurance have really caught my eye. The first being a mazda3 anywhere from an 04 to an 08, the second being a mazda6 with the same age, lastly a 04 mazda rx-8. I would be added to my parents progressive insurance and was curious how much the insurance would be on each of these cars? My family and I are planning on checking with an agent tomorrow but I wouldn't mind an educated guess. :) If it matters I have not had any accidents and my GPA is around a 3.25. Thanks for your help""

How much would it cost for three 18-20 year olds to live on their own in a 2 bedroom apartment?

I am currently 15 but am planning to move in with my best friend, and my boyfriend at the age of 18. Can anyone tell me what the prices may range for about? We want-- A two bedroom apartment. (Not specifically top notch) Heat of course, but air conditioning not needed. One car with insurance. No cable, phone, or internet. Electricity, Water, and food of course are important. I will be in school as well as my friend, so we can work part time. The boyfriend can work part time or full time. Does anyone know how much this may come to? Around? Aim high because we really want to be prepared. Thank you all so much. =]""

How old do you have to be to buy insurance?

how old do you have to be to buy Business insurance?

Should i get 20 year term or a 30 year term life insurance?

My husband and I currently have a 20 year term life insurance policy. We are switching companies because we were paying too much at State Farm. I'm 30 and he is 33 and we are both in very good health. We have a 9 month old baby boy and our policies are for $500,000 each. The rate I'm getting is $45 for both of us for the 20 year term and $70 for both of us for the 30 year term. Which one should I go with?""

Will my insurance go up due to points on my license?

I am a 22 year old male. Was cited for going 25.5 miles over the speed limit on a freeway. Plead guilty. And 4 points were assessed on my license. This is the first time any points have been on my license. My question is will my insurance go up do to this and if so how much could I expect? Thanks Also, if anyone knows of anything I can do to keep my insurance from going up, please let me know.""

Why is my car insurance so much higher than my female counter part?

Is there an individual health insurance plan that has bariatric coverage? ?

I need to find insurance that has the following: 1. Bariatric Coverage 2. Out of Network Coverage 3. 60-100% Out of Network Coverage per day Does anyone out there know of one that has all of these features?

Will my insurance go up?

I was in a car accident. I was stopped at a red light lady slammed into the back of me. THe cops came and filled out info. I did not go to the hospital, because I was not in pain. But the next day my back and neck were killing me. It has been 5 days since accident. I want to go to the doctors but i am worried that my car insurrence will go up. If it was the other persons fault will my insurance go up? And is it to late to go to the doctors? Will her insurance have to pay for doctors bill?""

Insurance for a motorcycle in Toronto.?

I am an 18 year old Torontonian planning to get a new kawasaki ninja 250R. It would be a great help if someone can give me an idea of about how much it would cost me for the insurance coverage the ninja 250r. (Both basic as well as other plans.) I don't have a license yet which i am planning to get once i figure out everything.( the cost, insurance procedure etc etc.) Here in toronto, we don't have the luxury to ride two wheelers year round because we have so called the FRIGID TEMPERATURE during the winter. Do i still have to pay insurance during the winter regardless the fact dat i won't be able to ride my ninja during the winter?""

Neighbors tree fell on my house and 3 of my cars whos insurance has 2 pay?

during a bad storm my neigbors tree fell over and landed on 3 of my cars and my house i was wonderin whos insurance has 2 pay? mine or the neighbors?

Online insurance quotes?

I've been surfing the web for insurace quotes. I am a first time car buyer and I am only 16. I want to find a site that can give me a very basic quote, like an area I can be confident in. I DONT want to have to enter my email, phone number or anything else of that matter. Just quick, simple and, well, general. Best site to meet my private requirements? Thanks""

How can I get low-cost affordable medical care in Oklahoma?

I recently moved to Oklahoma. Can't afford health insurance -- and am worried about what to do if I need to go to the doctor. What are my options? (I have no Indian blood and ...show more

Do I really need insurance for a motorcycle in California?

Do i need insurance to ride a motorcycle in california? To get a license for motorcycles? please help!

Universal Health Care- Insurance Companies?

Will private insurance still be available if the US becomes a single payer health care? If not, what will happen to all the insurance companies, will everyone be laid off?!?""

Why are teenagers car insurance rates so high?

I just heard they just went up on our car insurance because we are teens that's not fair at all. I'm struggling trying to make it meaning going to college and work. Because I can not depend on my mom to take me everywhere I need to go. This economy is all ready down the drain that's not fair I have no money and I am trying to make it.

Can I have car insurance under my parent's name?

Meaning, I am 17 on a probationary license. My parents and I currently have Allstate Insurance and I'm a part time driver on mom's vehicle. They recently bought me a car from my instructor's daughter. I would like to be an all-by-myself driver under Liberty Mutual, being they've shown me the absolute best rate, hands down. So question is- can I have car insurance under my parent's name with Liberty Mutual, as they keep Allstate? (My policy, just under their name)""

What to do with car insurance if i won't be using my car for 4 years?

I'm heading off to college (by plane) and i won't be using my car and well i don't see a reason to pay car insurance on a car that's just sitting in the garage. I was wondering what i should do in this situation.i'm probably going to use it after i graduate but not anytime earlier. so would it be wise to keep the insurance, cancel it or are there some other alternatives i could possibly do?""

How much will car insurance be for a teen driver?

I know that there could be no true answer here but I want to know a range. Factors: 4.1 GPA student 16 year old male. California residence 2007 Honda Civic Took drivers ED Asian (if that matters, haha) My parents have a HIGH credit score. I'm going to be added in to my parents insurance plan. My dad is paying around 50 dollars for full coverage on the 2007 Honda civic right now (passing it on to me)""

Is classic car insurance cheaper?

thinking about buying 1967 Camaro and was wondering if it was my primary vehicle would the car ins. be cheaper? Anyone know?

In case of an accident where someone in a motorcycle is badly hurt will liability insurance cover?

Say there is an accident involving a motorcycle and a car. The person in the motorcycle is badly injured how much will liability insurance cover? The insurance would be from the person responsalbe for the accident this case the person in the car. Would there be a big difference if you have full cover isurance?

Motorcycle insurance?

I live in Southern California, what insurance compnay can I contact that will provide really cheap motorcycle insurance. Some of the rates out there are unbelieveable""

What's a affordable insurance brand/plan for motorcycles?

For a ducati if that makes any difference

""DO MEMBERS OF CONGRESS HAVE TO GET THE NEW HEALTH INSURANCE? IF NO, THEN WHY NOT?

I have read on comments under articles on Yahoo and someone said they are required to get the same health insurance but i can not find this on any news article.

Which is the best health insurance company (policy) to cover all expenses in India ?

Best insurance company for Health insurance policy: An individual, 55 years old to cover all expenses (Eg. Hospitalization, Consulting fee, Medicine expenses, Room rent, Surgery, Post hospitalization and related expenses).""

Why should I have to pay for your health insurance?

An answerer on another question said, Do you have insurance? What of those who cannot afford it (my sister comes to mind, and she has a husband and two sons under age 18 years who are also not covered)? Medical care is extremely expensive and necessary. I'd much rather my tax dollars go toward a means of making insurance affordable to everyone than to fund an immoral war. Oh, and my sister and her husband have always worked very hard. Neither are fat, lazy bums who sit around all the time. Heck, my sister would love to have 10 minutes to herself, but can't take the time. * 20 minutes ago These people made a choice to have two children they cannot afford to insure. They had a responsibility to seek employment where they would have health insurance coverage for themselves and their two children. Or obtain insurance on their own. If they are healthy, it can be gotten at a rate comparable to what I pay through my work. I work two jobs. Both of my jobs, even the part-time job, offer me health insurance, so jobs with health benefits are not so hard to find. Why should I be made to pay for other people's poor choices? I have wants and needs, too, and it's MY money.""

Is there drivers insurance for infrequent drivers?

I'm currently in LA, and my family is here too. So, I've been an insured driver since I was 15, for the last 13 years... In August I will begin grad school in Boston, and will be without a car. But, perhaps during winter break, Thanksgivings, summer, I may return to LA to visit family and friends. I can easily borrow one of my parents' cars while I'm visiting, but I don't want to have to maintain car insurance year round for several hundred dollars just to drive a few times a year. Are there any reasonably priced options for someone in my situation? As far as I know, most car insurance terms are 6 months. Thank you!""

""Now that my license has no points on it, can the car insurance cost be reduced?""

I am with Tesco Insurance, my license did have points on it when I got my car insured but no that I have lost the points, do I have to wait out the 12month contract or is there the possibility that it can be reduced? I am guessing I have to wait it out. Something like that must have been mentioned in the T&A.""

Have lots of car insurance questions ?

hello had a car accident i am not in fault my medical bill are almost $100K the other party insurance accept its fault in the accident and it appears that they have full coverage if the insurance i have is the basic that covers $25K in medical bills so the other insurance tells me that there limit is $25K-$50K how can it be possible that it only covers $25K same as mine if she has full coverage and i don't?? Next question. How can i make the insurance or the lady that hit me to show me the policy??? is there anyway i can force them?? i have an attorney working on the case and he said that the insurance did not let them see the policy but i want to know and see the policy so i know that neither the insurance or my attorney is lying. next question from the accident i was really damage after 6 months I am still going to therapy I have proof of all my bills and doctors reports from all my illnesses in which I have deafness caused from the accident I had a head injury and was hospitalized for 5 days the docs had said that it was really a serious accident including my attorney. How much is fair to fight for pain and suffering, medical bills, compensation for hearing loss including seance of smell and taste, everything I have paid like taxis, pills and more. don't want to take advantage from the accident but how much can I fight for?? thank you for answering but please only answer if you know. this is very important for me.""

Anyone know pricing on auto insurance for a Cadillac CTS 2003?

Cheapest car to tax or insure?

what car is the cheapest to tax and insure ive been told its the vauxhall corsa

""Can I purchase a car, and tow it home without insurance?""

I want to purchase a car from a small car place, the man puts 30 day tags on it and mails the title to the DMV, but my father cant get off work to come put insurance on the car for me. So can I buy the car there, have the title put in my name, but have the car towed home and stored off the street until I can add it to insurance and get my own tags? or is it illegal to tow a car without insurance on it?""

Why is my car insurance so much higher than my female counter part?

What is the best way to get an insurance company to pay you what a car is worth?

My son was rear ended at a high rate of speed. He was pushed 6 feet into the car in front of him. The guy had to really be moving when he hit my son. He was driving a 1999 Chevy Lumina LS. The blue book value according to NADA is $5000. It only had 78,000 miles on the car. No rust on the body and overall in excellent shape. The insurance company offered me $3600 for the car. I can NOT find a replacement car in that shape for that price...""

Is there a way to borrow someone else's address for car insurance?

My friend lives in Los Angeles county and she is being charged $500 for a piece of paper that will be sent to her house address in Los Angeles. Can she use another address to receive that paper? Or does it have to be the house she lives at?

""A car has a minor accident found in the car proof, does it increase the insurance ?""

If I buy this car, is my insurance go up?""

Will my auto insurance be high if i was not insured before. even though i have my G1.?

Hello, I'm a 20yr old Male, and I'm planning on getting a used car ( 1999 - 2004 ) bellow $3000 CAD. The problem is that i was never insured before. I got my g1 on 2007, and my G at 2010. Most of those years i drove with my uncle beside me, because he worked close to my school. So I was wandering, how high will my insurance will be? considering the fact that i did not have any insurance and i'm a 20yr old male. I searched online for quotes and the lowest i got was 499 per month... I am a student, thus i'm only making around 450 - 600 a month doing part time job. And any suggesting on a car for a first timer is more than welcome. (colour, make, model, yr. etc. ) Thank you very much for reading this.""

Does the car appearance affect insurance?

Does the car appearance (good or bad) affect how much we pay for car insurance. I know insurance companies always ask What condition is your car?..any dents, etc does saying its in good condition make the rates go up or down?""

Is someone who is only insured on their works car insurance ok to drive my car?

My sons girlfriend does not have a car, but claims that she has insurance through her work, so she is ok to drive my car? Am I right in thinking that this means she can only drive company cars, and not MY car?""

Could someone tell me what is needed to create a car insurance comparison website? Thanks?

Could someone tell me what is needed to create a car insurance comparison website? Which programs would i need to use and to create what part? Thanks for your time

Insurance for first time motorcycle driver?

I'm 16, female, & am looking at the Kawasaki Ninja 2009. I would be the primary owner, and I'm wondering whether the color of the motorcycle will affect the rate of insurance as well? Thank you!""

Car insurance questions?

1. if I have 5 years no claim bonus, can I use it on 2 different cars? different insurance companies 2. if my car insurance will ask for my no claim bonus will they return it or keep it? 3. lets say I bought a car for my dad, for his birthday but put my name as the owner of the car by mistake, can I just call DVLA to change the owner name before they send the documents to me? 4. which companies give no claim bonus for second driver? is it only Direct Line?""

I have a ??? about car insurance?

hey last saturday i wrecked my car...totaled. well i still owe about 3000 left on it so of course i had full coverage ins on it will ins company give you retail value or trade in value it was a 2000 stratus and i had about 109000 miles on it and have had a lot of work done on it i did have a cracked winshield that was not cause of the wreck about how much money am i looking at???

How old must you be to have classic car insurance?

is their any age you have to be for classic car insurance as i have been looking to buy a ford xr3i and i am 17

Auto Insurance Coverage - How much coverage should I buy?

Next week, I'll be switching to another auto insurance. My previous limits with another company were: -minimum MD state 20/40/15 for Bodily Injury, Uninsured Motorist, and property damage -PIP $2500 -250/500 for Comprehensive/Collision, had road service, towing, and rental. I don't have many assets. I'm a renter and I live from paycheck to paycheck. I have no accidents, no tickets, and no violations for the last 8 years. I'm a cautious driver. I drive a 2003 Honda Civic. The new insurance company is offering me $759/year for the limits 100/300/100 Bodily Injury Liability and matching for Uninsured Motorist + Property Damage, 250/500 for Comp/Coll, road service, towing, and rentals, PIP 2500. I've seen different answers that say 100/300/100 would be better for those who own a house and have a better income. What do you think is a recommended coverage going?""

If my dad is a co signer for a car will my insurance be cheap?

I'm 19 and its my first car and my dad is the co signer will my insurance be low? What are cheap insurance agencies for teenagers?

Where to find affordable complete health insurance?

i am looking fior affordable health insurance, like as in family. i am looking online, but so far have come up with nothing. they are dropping my insurance at work, so i need to find something. if i have to go online to find it, that is ok.""

Life Insurance questions?

Why do life insurance companies often charge different rates for males and females? Who pays more by age, male or female, and why do you think this is so? Come back later and respond to two other classmate's posts and answer any responses to yours.""

Car insurance for 18 year old male?

Hi I live in Windsor ON. And I need car insurance I have a 96' Ford Escort 4 door lx. Everywhere I have called has given me very high rates. Please help :)

Whats the cheapest place in rochester ny for car insurance?

im 18 with a permit and i want to put my 1988 audi quattro 90 on the road,,but i was wondering what would be the cheaest place in rochester ny to go to?""

The best health insurance?

im was wondering whats the best health insurance to get for some who is 19. someting that has eye vision to. i work but i dont have insurance from my job its along story so dont ask. i need something that is affordable. i live in southern california. any suggestions will do. this stuff is all confusing to me . copayment? or deductible? please help!!!

Car insurance rates in Ontario for new driver?

I plan to import my '01 Camry from USA to missisuaga. How much shd I expect to pay p.m. in car Insurance rates ? I have 3 yrs clean driving history in USA.Will my driving history in USA help with getting a better rate in canada ? Initially I will have only a US drivers license.Pls help shed light on my doubts .. Forgot to mention - I am married , age 30 yrs""

Car Insurance If I Am Not The Car Owner?

Is it possible for me to insure myself to drive my sister's car, and to add her as a named driver? Or do I have to own the car. My sister has just passed her test, and her insurance would cost 700 if she does it herself. If I insure myself to drive the car and add her as a named driver, then it would be more like 200. Does my sister have to sign over ownership of the car to me for this to work?""

What factors affect car insurance premiums?

My mom is going to give me her old car once she gets a new one, and she said insurance is about $100/mo. My friend asked what insurance would be and I told her, and she thought that was really low The car is a 1999 saturn SL1 and it's standard, is the insurance cheap for this car? My mom has a great driving record I'm now wondering what affects car insurance premiums? I know age, gender, driving records, and other stuff.. but what else?""

How much would a 2002 impreza wrx cost to insure?

Im 17( i know im about to get a bunch of your going to kill yourself! AHHHH!!!! i regularly drive my dads 05 mustang gt, i know how to responsibly control power) and me and my parents have found a great deal on a 2002 impreza sedan, it has 125k miles on it, and the last thing deciding factor before buying this vehicle is the insurance. We already have a mustang gt on the family plan, i live in VA, make all A's(supposed to give me a 30% discount), im male, the color is blue, with only a greddy bov aftermaket part installed. The car itself is blue, it is the turbod WRX version(not the sti), and has never been wrecked. We have state farm, im not sure as to what other information anyone would need to know, but im jusst looking for a rough estimate, thanks for any input.""

What affordable dental insurance covers ortho? Can you suggest any?

I am looking for affordable dental insurance that covers ortho. I'm 29 yrs old and interested in getting one. I do have dental insurance - HMO, (BLue Cross) does this cover ortho?""

Questiong regarding motorcycle insurance?

I was wondering since im 19 years old how much insurance would be? i have 0 tickets and 0 wrecks. Is it possible to get insurance for like a summer then stop paying it for the winter time when i wont be riding it?

Where can i find affordable life insurance for my 81 yr old granmother?

I live in Illinois, and I work for the UI, but im not sure if I can add my grandmother on my insurance...So Im trying to find somewhere that will take senior citizens, but something i ...show more""

Why is my car insurance so much higher than my female counter part?

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