#the comment about working shitty retail jobs

[sweetcookie500]

More Immersive Shane content, including part of his schedule on Jas' birthday. I never got to see either on the beach before, so this warmed my heart completely

#stardew valley #stardew valley spoilers #stardew valley mods #immersive shane mod #stardew valley shane #the comment about working shitty retail jobs #spoke volumes to me despite working hospitality

[avocado-writing]

hi! it’s crazy seeing you write for bg3 (in a good way, it’s my new hyper fixation) when i used to read your writing for bullet train obsessively.

if it’s ok, i’d like to request astarion, wyll, and halsin’s reaction to their s/o having a hard time in life in general. i thought retail would get easier after the holidays but it made people even more entitled and i just want to cry and quit-

awww hell yeah boss same hyperfixation! 🤝 sorry about your job babe. I’m in a similar situation working in hospitality :( I’m sending you all my love. bg3 Taglist: @ghosti02art @sadandanxiouswtf @yeethaw13 @trappedinlimbo15 (comment if you’d like to be added!)

Astarion

I think comfort doesn’t come easily to him, because he’s so used to deflecting things with humour or sarcasm.

But when he sees how unhappy you are he steps up. nothing gets to make you feel bad. nothing.

Swallows his pride and asks the others in the camp the ways that help them feel better (due to being a vampire for so long he needs a little guidance, bless him)

makes an effort to get your favourite foods and be sure you’re eating correctly if he sees you’re neglecting your appetite.

gets you to bathe by playfully seducing you into the water (“oh what a lovely clear lake, and so deliciously secluded. I think I’ll just take a dip if you care to join me…”)

holds you at night and doesn’t say anything when you cry, just rubs his hand up and down your back and keeps you close. He wants you to know he’s there for anything.

when you wake up he’s curled around you, shielding you from the world.

Wyll

My man has had some shitty times in his life, but is generally quite chipper.

encouragement all the time. “You’re doing so well!” “You are truly amazing, my love.” “You can do this, I know it. I’m right here for you.”

he knows your favourite things, has them committed to memory - so he always likes to surprise you with gifts that make you light up with a smile.

lots of physical touch. A hand on the small of your back when you’re walking, a kiss as he wanders past you - something to anchor you down to the world.

there for a gentle pep talk when things get too heavy. You can feel his love in every word he says.

Stays up to chat as late as you need, and makes sure you’re sound asleep before he beds down for the night, wrapping an arm around and holding you close.

Halsin

He’s a Druid. He believes in the healing power of nature.

“come, my heart. We’re going for a walk.” “Nooooooooo…” he just picks you up and puts you on your feet. No arguing.

you complain but the sunshine does make you feel better. It’s nice to walk in companionable silence, hear the sounds of the forest. The birds. The rustling of leaves.

eventually you start to talk about your feelings, and halsin is a wonderful listener. nods along quietly and offers advice when it’s needed or asked for.

sits you down in a clearing, just the two of you, and allows you to pour your heart out. Holds you if you cry. I just think sobbing into his huge chest would be so cathartic.

kisses the tears from your cheeks after. It makes you giggle, and he smiles.

“your laugh is favourite sound.”

#astarion x you #astarion imagine #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x reader #Wyll x tav #halsin x tav #halsin imagine #Halsin x reader #Wyll imagine

[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Today we have eight fics in modern settings for you all! Have a look at them below the cut and if you end up checking some of them out on ao3, please don’t forget to leave kudos and comments! 🩷

Having Trouble Breathing In by Torchiclove (17,445 words, Teen) Pairing: Keyleth/Pike Trickfoot (Pikeleth) Warnings: None

‘The paramedic would take her breath away, if the asthma hadn’t done it for her.’ Keyleth falls for Pike in a modern AU.

Reccer Says: Enjoyable and well written fic of Keyleth falling for Pike in a modern AU. Explores Keyleth as a character with anxiety and it's a great, gentle depiction of falling in love with great characterisation despite the rare pair.

Live your whole life on a might-have-been by Chrome (2,681 words, Teen) Pairing: Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast (Widobrave) Warnings: None

Just a very short and atmospheric peice set in a modern au where Caleb and Veth met at university, and he’s driving her part of the way home for the holidays.

Reccer Says: I can’t describe the feelings this fic gives me. It’s understated and bittersweet and so full of longing that you’ll want to die. It feels like a Hemingway story almost with the way it manages to pack so much meaning in between the words the characters actually say.

And I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes by SunshineAndaLittleFlour (1,007 words, Teen) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Shadowidomauk) Warnings: Drunk kissing

Molly didn’t realize he probably shouldn’t be kissing someone else’s partner until after he’d already started doing it.

Reccer Says: This fic, this whole series in fact, is absolutely wonderful! Its fun, flirty and emotional as well as smutty and one of the best stories/series for the purple boys and their ginger partner. Always a delight to read and this fic starts an awesome series off wonderfully!

softly, softly by maricolous (837 words, Teen) Pairing: Fjord/Mollymauk Tealeaf (Fjolly) Warnings: None

Fjord comes home from his shitty retail job to Molly, his roommate-turned-partner. They make out about it.

Reccer Says: It’s very cute and sweet, with a side of what feels Fjolly-typical horniness. It’s a fun little fic!

if we were a movie by burningdarkfire (8,800 words, Teen) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett (Beaujes) Warnings: None

Jester decides to try and set Caleb and Essek up and ropes Beau into it. Cue many “friend” double-dates, a classic disaster lesbian Beau crush, attempts at coping with it, delightful romcom nonsense, a fun side of Shadowgast, and a very sweet ending.

Reccer Says: It’s silly, it’s fun, it’s heartfelt. Everyone’s voices are so on-point and every moment Feels like them. Beau is a mess and I love her, I want to squish Jester in my hands, and the wizards are menaces of a side pairing. Also the conversation between Beau and Essek at the maid cafe is so good.

candy hearts (so sweet on you) by thaumasilva (5,149 words, General) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett (Beaujes) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Implied Stalking (not between Beaujes)

Beau keeps visiting the gift wrapping station at the mall to get her Winter’s Crest presents wrapped, and the cute tiefling working there keeps giving her candy hearts with flirty messages, or: Three times Beau wanted to ask Jester out, and the one time she didn’t have to.

Reccer Says: It's just a sweet as the name implies, aaaa it's so cute

Intervention by VioletTeaTime (1,965 words, Teen) Pairing: Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fjord intimidates the guy bothering bartender!Beau’s favorite customer into taking a hint and leaving. Then he gets flirted with and Beau complains about having to watch.

Reccer Says: ace fjord my beloved <3 also the boys' background friendships with Beau are very sweet

all actions and reactions by grayintogreen (2,879 words, General) Pairing: Astrid Beck/Jester Lavorre (Jestrid) Warnings: Depression, Burn-out

One of her friends suffered a breakdown, the other found religion, and now Astrid Beck, suffering from burnout and stress and a myriad of other things a pre-law student can suffer, has found the cherry on her misery sundae. Someone keeps buying all of the cinnamon scones she loves, and now she must end them.

Reccer Says: An amazing translation of the characters into a Modern AU, and surprisingly sweet

Thank you for joining us for our second recc list! All the love to everyone who submitted a fic 🩷 All enclosed recommendations were submitted by the community via our submissions form, which you can find here. All fic information is as it was provided by the reccer, so it may not be accurate to the author’s intent or the precise contents of the fic itself. Please assume good intent from all parties 🩷

Submissions for next week’s list are already open! We’ll be featuring Whump. If you have any you’d like to highlight, you can send them in here. The week after that, the theme is Pre-Relationship, and you can also submit fics for that now!

If you want more rarepair fic, check out @cr-summer-wildflowers and their event collections on ao3! If you want some friendship after all this romance, take a look at @critter-genfic-events and their recc lists! And if you’re interested in everyone’s favorite wizards, you can’t go wrong with the lists at @aeor-is-for-reccing !

Thanks all and have a lovely day/night/timezone! 🩷

#critter rarepair recc lists #pikeleth #widobrave #shadowidomauk #fjolly #beaujes #widofjord #jestrid

[galactic-marvelettes]

tw: mentions of harassment, a joke about 💀

Fuck Youtuber pranksters who film other people’s humiliation for clout. The fuck is wrong with you? Don’t you have anything better to do than harass retail workers? Our businesses are understaffed, we’e underpaid, sometimes we have to work in shitty conditions and already have some much to put up with in a day – either from management or customers. Last thing we need is you strolling up and filming us melting down so you can somehow feel better about your ugly ass.

I bet you your entire Youtube salary you wouldn’t last one fucking day working in retail / customer service. Have you ever hand stand on your feet 8 hours a day? Have you ever had to take stupid questions from even stupider customers? Have you ever faced harassment from customers who want your head for simply doing your job? Have you ever faced harassment from male customers who want to “get lucky” and won’t take, “No,” for an answer? Have to you ever been snapped at or reduced to tears by management for every little mistake?

You wouldn’t last until noon, asshole.

You think it’s cool to harass people just trying to get by? I wake up wanting to die every day, but I keep showing up and take it all lying down because I need the money and a job until find another. You harassed me. You made unwarranted comments about my appearance and I flipped you off like you deserve. Yet I’m the one getting punished for your behavior and you’re getting praise for it. My < male > co-worker is getting praise for remaining calm, but I’m the one being forced to watch my humiliation and review my behavior and told to maintain my composure in the future because you harassed me and my reaction was warranted.

Between the whole Rachel Zegler thing on social media and now this, it’s been a bad week for decent human beings. The Internet has really just rotted away people’s minds and souls. We have reached a new low if some pathetic little cretin on Youtube can amass 24K views and get praise for being a total asshole to people and absolutely no one calls him out on it.

#youtube #youtubers #youtube pranksters #pranks #pranksters #internet #social media #retail workers #customer service #tw harassment #stop harassing me

[scribe-of-monsters]

Also Wilbur working retail would be pretty funny you could also write that

"-As a matter of FACT, I doubt you're even QUALIFIED for this job! Can you even count change?!"

"Ma'am, fer the last time." Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose. "Cash or card?"

The affronted customer jabbed an accusing finger at his chest, that being the highest point of him she could reach. "I demand to speak to your manager! This amount of incompetency is UNACCEPTABLE."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry the inventory was mislabeled. That en't my job, though, so ef yew could quit yellin' that'd be dandy." He scrubbed his hand across his face. "Now are yew gonna pay fer that or not?"

"I will NOT. I am not spending a single CENT on an establishment that can't even tell a plesiosaur from an Icthyosaur."

Wilbur sighed heavily. He hated gift shop duty; it was far more trouble than the frankly shitty pay was worth.

"And FURTHERMORE-"

"Ma'am ef yew en't gonna buy anythin' I'm gonna have te ask yew te leave. There's a line behind yew."

"I will be leaving a comment about the ABYSMAL customer service!"

"Yew do that." Wilbur said coldly. "Now scram or I'm callin' security."

The woman grumbled and stormed away. Wilbur flopped over the counter with a huff and pushed his earplugs further into his ears. Stupid museum gift shop always mislabeling their Icthyosaur plushies. He could tell it was going to be a long shift.

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I think museum gift shop counts as retail? Wilbur usually gives tours lol

#answered asks #monsters of man #wilbur whateley #scribe writes

[agirlswritingblog]

Work Sucks (I Know)

My mood while writing this

Hope you’re ready for some shitty writing

Sonic x Reader (if you can call it that)

Word count: 650

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After a particularly lengthy day at work, I stumbled up the stairs to my apartment. I fumbled with the keys to my door in my exhaustion.

Finally after unlocking, then relocking the door and unlocking the door once again, I dragged myself inside my apartment.

“Hey, long time no see!” Sonic greeted me from the couch with a wave.

“Oh Sonic,” I cried, smacking a hand to my face and letting it drop unceremoniously, “Am I glad to see you!”

“Long day huh?” Sonic implored while raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

He then patted the spot next to him on the couch, inviting me to come sit.

“You have no idea!” I threw my hands into the air before launching myself where Sonic was currently seated on the couch.

“Whoa!” He exclaimed, trying his best to catch me.

I landed pretty much on top of Sonic and was probably crushing him.

“Work was so hard today,” I groaned and rolled over dramatically holding a hand to my forehead in a theatrical way. “All I could think about was coming home and crashing on the couch.”

Sonic chuckled, “Didn’t you only work for a few hours?”

“FOUR hours, it felt like an eternity though….” I turned back over again so I could snuggle my face back into his neck.

Sonic slung his arms across my back and tightened his hold on me.

With a heavy sigh I finally relaxed into his grasp.

We both just laid there, basking in each other's presence for the time being.

After a while Sonic broke the silence, “Do you want to talk about it?”

I removed myself from his embrace so I could look at him, “If I’m going to be honest; not really….”

Sonic cocked his head to the side, “Ok, well are you hungry at all? I made some food for myself earlier.”

“I had something to eat while I was working, our manager brought us pizza to eat since it was a late shift.” I snuggled back into his side.

“It’s too bad you’re being wasted on mundane retail work.” He commented nonchalantly.

My head shot up in defense, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sonic shook his head wildly, “nonono, what I meant was, it’s a shame someone so talented isn’t in some other career path.”

“Would you rather I fight alongside you and everyone else?” I interrogated, looking at him with a stern look.

“Of course! You know I would love it if you fought Eggman everyday with us.”

“Sonic,” I whined, “What about my plans of going to college and doing something that will make a difference?” Crossing my arms in annoyance, I leaned away from him.

“You could still make a difference, ya know?” He scooted himself up so he wasn’t slouching as much, “You could mentor under Tails and learn how to fly the Tornado! You know he loves it when you’re over and helping him.”

He smirked and smugly crossed his arms, mimicking my posture.

I rolled my eyes, “I guess I could quit my job and dedicate all my time to you…..”

I sighed dramatically and pouted like a five year old.

Sonic wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, kissing the top of my head, “As you should.” He said matter-of-factly

My voice came out muffled as I was being smothered by his fur, “I ‘ove you….”

“Hm? What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you?” Sonic put his hand to his ear like he couldn’t hear me in his typical arrogant fashion.

“I said, I LOVE YOU!” I practically shouted right in his face, annoyed with his shenanigans.

“Love you too!” He sang back to me in an irritating voice.

I kissed his cheek and huffed out my frustrations into the fluffy blanket that Sonic just now threw over us.

Shortly after he turned the TV on we both passed out.

🙃

#sonic fanfiction #sonicboom #sonic prime #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic the hedgehog #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic fanart #sonic au #sonic fandom #idw sonic #what the fuck #what did you expect #what did i just write #wtf is this

[symptoms-syndrome]

Venting? Just don't want this reblogged so. No TWs apply. Comment if you want but like. I'm not in charge of u LOL u don't even have to read this if u don't wanna. It's just interpersonal drama.

My roommate is mad at me, I think. The good one, the shitty ones are always mad at me LOL. I'm trying to keep in mind that that's literally her problem and not mine to solve, but that's hard.

Basically, I had told her about my interview yesterday (which went really well!) And I was really excited about how it went. I shared how the executive director shared his salary with me, and how it's only $10k more than the base salary of the lowest paid employee. She says something along the lines of "oh, well then that's not much room to move up." That kinda annoys me, because it's nonprofit work so I'm not trying to climb any corporate ladders, and because the base pay is already way more than I (or she) make now, but whatever. I say that that's good. She goes on about how I should've asked if they adjust for inflation. I said that I trust this org to care about fair pay, because I do, the ED sharing his salary unprompted and making not much more than the base salary shows me that they care deeply, the rest of the interview showed me they care deeply about their workers, and I have a history of working adjacent to them for a long time due to my general. Having worked in a lot of local, queer focused nonprofits. She goes on to talk about her mom and how she got fucked over bc she was told in 1980 something salary capped out at $45k and how that was really good for then but now it's still capped at $45k etc. I'm like ok. She says smth along the lines of "I'm just very cynical and distrusting of institutions." And I said "I know," and I think that's what pissed her off because she's been giving the silent pouty treatment all last night and all of this morning. Which would've upset me a lot more a few months ago or years ago, but I've really tried bending over backwards to care when she does that and nah it never works so she's gonna have to work that out on her own.

I feel like she's gonna tell me later about how I hurt her feelings by saying that, but TBH I do not care. Not that I don't care that she feels hurt, but I do not care about her cynicism!!! It's unwelcome!!! 1. I know what I'm doing, I'm not stupid and it feels insulting she doesn't trust me to make decisions about my own career 2. She didn't even say anything like 'congrats on the interview' or 'im happy it went well' or anything!!! Straight to "what about the pay tho" when the pay is literally fine! It's very good actually! It's way more than both of us make bc we're both working retail RN. And 3. As I said like. We're both working retail. She's in her 30s and like. There's nothing wrong with working retail in ur 30s (TBH I might, if I don't get this job, and that would be fine w me bc I like the job I have) but it feels so out of place for her to be all up in arms about my salary if she's not making salary at all. Like I would still be annoyed if she was making like, $100k and was lecturing me about asking about this sort of thing but it's like. Why do you even care. More money than I make now is good, I would actually be fine with making even slightly more money than I make now. And not to brag but this isn't slightly more.

Plus the fact that like. It's nonprofit work. I'm genuinely not in it for the money. Ofc I have a base level of "I need to make enough to get my needs covered" but I'm not out here trying to be the next Elon Musk or conquer the financial district. This would be a job that would mean a lot to me and I'd be passionate about, and it's awesome that I'd be getting paid enough to maybe even rent a one bedroom apartment, eventually buy a house maybe, get my needs met and not need to worry about scrounging.

I just don't know what I'm gonna do if she cries to me about how me saying I know she's cynical and pessimistic made her feel bad. It's literally not my problem like at all IMO. She knows I'm not pessimistic like her and she knows her endless pessimism annoys me because I tell her like all the time. She complains and I'm like ok or I'm like "I don't rly think so" or whatever. And like I get she's Struggling With Mental Health™ but like??? Me too!!! It comes back to smth I said wayyy back here when I was like. This attitude I have is not just chance like I didn't just stumble upon feeling good about myself and my future it took a LOT of hard work and a LOT of challenging my own negative, pessimistic thoughts and I don't appreciate crabs in the bucket trying to drag me down to their level, even unintentionally.

I just also know she's like...mega sensitive and that's sooo not how I am. And I know some things I do can flip her emotional switches (like, for example, not caring a ton/being invested in the stuff she's into like movies or shows, she's a big cinephile and I am...not, I don't get a lot of the more artsy movies she shows me but I'm polite about it,) but like. I have made a lot of progress in deciding when that's actually my problem or my responsibility or my fault and in a lot of cases it really is not. And I can hope that by not chasing after her every emotional need she can learn to handle shit herself. Which, if I'm being mean I would say she should've figured out by now. She has made some level of progress with that though. It's just that she seems like. Very emotionally connected (?) to me, I'm apparently very important to her and her primary Person in her life she cares about (she's said as much, in different ways. She says she's never felt as connected w someone as she feels w me, which if I'm being honest might be primarily on account of us both being autistic) which can be honestly kinda triggering for me, but in a way where I get more...annoyed than upset? I just very much do not like codependency I very much need my own independence. Which I have, I didn't always have it but I do now. So now she's just dependent on me and I feel I've set real firm boundaries in terms of like. How much energy I invest and time I spend w her despite both living and working in the same place. At this point all I can do is like. Send out psychic "please get other friends u can hang out with" energies her way LMAO. Which she is working on it seems. I've been real busy so she had a movie night w a mutual friend of ours without me, though she had expected me to be there. I'm just like........aaaaa!!!

Plus I know I'm going to have to have a conversation w her about when new roommates move in, bc she can have a really hard time w change. She threw a real big fit when these roommates moved in and wanted to put a coffee table in the living room. I'm hoping she's better this time around. I think she can really lack...self awareness, but hopefully she's worked on that more? It seems she has. It's just hard to know what standard I can hold people to. I really shouldn't hold them to the standard of me, because I've realized that bar is actually kind of high.

[313tarotmechanic]

It never ceases to amaze me.

Every time I’ve basically lost my faith in humanity because, well, people are shitty a lot, the universe throws some instance, some overwhelming experience that proves my opinion wrong. I don’t mean just some moment like, “oh, that person just held the door for me” or “hey look! Someone just said thank you or excuse me!” It’s not just some menial moment where humans simply behave like they have fucking manners for once in a blue fucking moon. No, no.

Allow me to provide some context before the actual story, though…

I live in a neighborhood in north Texas. While the city itself actually houses a couple of major sports teams, we are still considered a suburb of the metroplex. However, it’s still a fairly large city; driving across town from the south end to the north end usually takes at least 30 minutes, and that’s if there is no traffic because it’s after 11pm.

It is a suburb that has fallen somewhere in the midst of forgotten, over-populated, rapidly developing with shitty little pop-up shops in retail plazas and business parks for which there was no room to build anyway, steadily occurring violence and crime, brand new apartments, and just shitty behavior from people who are tired of the shittiness surrounding them. The lower income nature of this particular area shows itself mercilessly most of the time. Most people say fuck it to holding doors, saying things like please or thank you, or just treating each other with basic respect and, again, MANNERS.

*Side-note: I’m such a huge advocate for basic etiquette. I think the world might just be a more peaceful place if we could all just say please and thank you, and hold the damn door for each other more often than once in awhile. Thank you. *steps off of soapbox*

Anyway, now that I’ve set up the basic emotional weather for you… The location: A convenience store/gas station typically attached to a neighborhood market version of the big box store to beat all big box stores. (Rhymes with “small smart” and “smurphy doofus eh…”😂) I’ve experienced occasions when I’ve congratulated myself for not stabbing anyone while at this store, y’all.

I went in expecting some usual or typically disappointing transaction to buy cigarettes and gas. (Ya, they’re bad for me. Got it. Thanks in advance to those of you inclined to remind me.) Instead, I wound up stuck waiting while some lady was talking the cashier’s ear OFF. I thought they were arguing or something.

But then I heard her say something about “just write down your feelings, get them out on paper, and then burn it.” Hippie that I am, I thought maybe she was talking about full moon ceremonies and whatnot. So, I chimed in.

“Are y’all talking about full moon stuff?” I asked excitedly.

“Naw, this guy’s having a rough night with people being mean and stuff. I’ve just worked in customer service, and I know how hard it can be,” she said.

I agreed, noting my experience working in retail and service industry jobs. We all nodded at the reference to how atrocious people can be sometimes.

She went on to say, “People just don’t realize how much it can mean when you’re nice to somebody! It could be something so small, like saying you like somebody’s shirt, or their hair looks good, or they just look nice. But you don’t even know! That one, little comment could mean that person doesn’t go jump off a bridge in a little bit. I just try to tell people to be kind.”

“Because everyone you see is fighting a hard battle that you CAN’T see!” I replied.

“Yes, girl. YES.”

Our shy, quiet, cashier friend was grinning as we fist-bumped in agreement. My cohort-in-random-kindness waved goodnight, and carried on. I stepped up to the counter, and asked for the cigarettes I wanted with a please and a smile.

As he set them on the counter, I asked his name.

“Sam,” he said through a half-smile.

“Well Sam, thank you very much for everything. I hope you don’t have to deal with any more assholes tonight. I feel your pain. I play music now, and I promised myself I’d never go back to retail or customer service.”

Sam openly smiled. He perked up a bit more, and then said, “Oh, hey! By the way, I really like your hair!”

“Thanks, Sam. Have a good night, and stay safe!”

I walked out to pump gas smiling to myself. I’m not sure if it was that lady’s kindness, Sam’s absorptive nature and response, or both. It just struck a positive nerve. It felt nice.

As I started pumping gas, some douche canoe in a muscle car peeled out of the gas station and gunned his ridiculously loud motor. A lady and her daughter were getting into the car at the pump in front of me.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “I want be just like that guy when I grow up! He’s soooooo cool!” I laughed at my own joke and the dude bro with ego issues.

She turned, shocked at first. As she processed what I was saying, I saw her break into a chuckle. Her adolescent daughter looked at her dumbfounded and lost. She took a breath as if to explain, but I suppose a 9-year-old with red slushee stained lips seems like a daunting audience to whom one might explain sarcasm. She let it go, and just chuckled some more.

The gas pump hanging from my Jeep clicked as she closed her front door. I replaced the nozzle, closed my gas cap, and smiled bigger than I have in a long time as I got into the car. I paused after buckling up and cranking the motor. I paused, and I just said, “Thank you.”

I thanked the stars, the humans around me, the universe, my higher power, cosmic energy, the experiences that lead me to that moment, and just about everything in between. It’s been quite a hot minute since I felt that kind of joy just because other people were kind to each other. My 4 minute drive home was euphoric. My night has been transformed.

And maybe I’ve found my way back to my awakening path. I think I feel alive again, especially after a very long, Dark Night of the Soul. I know I have more lessons, but lessons are so much easier when you have faith. And how cool is that I’ve found a little bit of faith in the world around me?

#just be kind #kundalini awakening #we all have our flaws #have faith #faith in love #be alive #bealight #313 #tarot witch #hippie #people #humanity

[weabooweedwitch]

You didn't say “i wish I lived in a country with free college and healthcare”. You said "I wish it wasn't so expensive to immigrate to a Nordic or Slavic country." You were glorifying a specific region, not a style of government. Otherwise nations like Canada, Australia or NZ would have been on your list. But you didn't say them, because you idolise nations that have "successful" (lol, barely) socialised systems that are only successful due to their homogeneity. PS. You're not old, you're 24.

Uh like I genuinely don't know what you're talking about honestly, and quite frankly you're jumping to some pretty large fucking conclusions? I constantly hear countries like Switzerland and Norway and Finland praised for things like paid sick leave, affordable housing, gender equality, free healthcare, and free college. Those are the countries I hear most often mentioned as having those qualities? I believe they're also all highly ranked on the world happiness scale? And you know what? I'll be honest enough to admit that I'm not personally involved enough or educated enough in the politics of those countries to know whatever recent political whatever they've been getting into. I'm literally just thinking of hypothetical scenarios where it would be easier for me to survive purely on the financial and workability scale. Currently I feel like I could work myself to death here in America and I'm already fucking physically disabled. Like its a legitimate terrified thought I constantly have. Constantly. It is genuinely destroying my mental health to think about how I live in a country where making an honest wage is next to impossible, where everyone has to have roommates, where if I work too many hours I don't get free healthcare but i HAVE to work all these hours to afford anything but it's also KILLING ME

But, i mean,, I guess I could always get into a more thorough explanation that I literally don't owe anyone if that would somehow relieve all this misdirected personal aggrievement?

Since Canada is close to the US I hear enough whispers of their own politics that I feel like it would be hard to live there. I've oersonally heard from friends that live there that there are high taxes and prices on utilities like electricity and hot water, and all the stories about how many indigenous first nations people "disappear" are uh pretty unappealing to me? Also haven't uh a lot of the recent Canadian prime ministers sort of been uhhhh pretty shit though

Australia is a country I've, and again I cannot stress enough that this entire idea was hypothetical, considered moving to, but I sunburn extremely easily, I hear the immigration process is particularly rough, and again another situation where there's a native population being constantly persecuted. I'm not saying I want to move to a bubble or that there's a country out there that's some magical fantasy land where hate doesn't exist but I'd like to live somewhere where like, at least there's not CONSTANT horrible stuff happening to people?

New Zealand was actually pretty high up on my list especially after how the prime minister handled the Christchurch massacre but, I just was seeing a lot of people online claim that they were from NZ and that it has an especially tough immigration program?

But I guess like what bothers me in the end is that, I was just shooting the shit on some hypothetical scenario and giving some vague details and it had to somehow become so personal? For no reason? Like literally, 5 minutes after the fact, I realized the person giving me shit literally just, saw my comment on a different political post, went to my blog until they found one of my posts, and then suddenly saunters out with this fake activist "oh you must secretly mean that in a racist way hur hur" ok bro whatever helps you feel more cool to your internet buddies

But also most importantly I was. Just making a quick post during my lunch break at my shitty retail job. Sorry I didn't like, write out an essay. Sorry I didn't like, take a moment to research a list of every single country that fits the criteria I'm looking for. Sorry I didn't post links and sources for my vent post about my country going down the tubes that I typed up in 3 minutes on a cell phone. Sorry I genuinely don't even give a fuck about this anymore

#god the performative wokeness cringe #anyways back to smoking weed and worrying about things that actually matter #also small gripe but im 25 turning 26 this year but thats on me. i apparently forgot to change my bio when my bday came last

[just-my-type-x]

i mean i got tired of saying what a shitty job they do, but it's so sad when a lot of us come up with ideas to promote the band and their music and they don't lift a finger. the band lost a lot bc of them and the crew Joe and the rest decided to hire// u keep talking about this and marketing strategies but on what basis? They know what they're doing, u're just assuming stuff because the outcome isn't the preferable one for u/u all

No need to come off bitter first, second, I'm finishing with a college degree in communication and pr, that should be enough to answer ur question on what basis i comment on "professional" takes when it comes to strategies. I've also done multiple marketing strategies for different brands, from construction retail to hospitals and makeup brands and I've also worked on advertisements. And to back up my marketing knowledge, I'm planning on getting a master's degree in social media and brand marketing. So i know what I'm talking about when a 3 year of college student comes up with better strategies to promote something than people who have at least 10 years of experience in the domain

Thirdly, I'm obviously not pleased with the outcome. They should work harder, it's 4 men's lives on their line who, if they lose the spark to the public, it's very hard to gain it back in case u fall off the market. The people the vamps work with can always work for somebody else. And i will not be pleased until i actually see an improvement in their skills of promoting and advertising a band that deserves it.

#brad simpson #the vamps

[vanillanaps]

I totally understand. I work retail and it’s been getting hectic already. I miss seeing you on my dash all the time.

Ok you don’t need to read all of this I just needed to get it off my chest.

He was just kinda a jerk. We’re long distance and he visited me from Saturday to Tuesday (he left Wednesday morning). Anyways, he’s a super touchy person and I’m not but I try to be better for him, but I also asked him if we can ease into it… I don’t think he knows what that means. If I’m not holding his hand he’ll keep tapping mine until I hold it or turn my face to kiss him. Even when I’m clearly not in the mood he begs me to make out because “I’m only here for a few days. You need to kiss me more” and when I tell him I don’t want to he gets all defensive “if you don’t want to kiss me just say it, don’t make excuses on why”. We were watching a movie at one point and he said “do I just need to turn on shitty movies so you’ll actually make out with me” like he just expects us to make out every time we watch a movie.

Last trip when I visited him we made out a lot but looking back it wasn’t because I wanted to, it was because he did and I wanted to be a good girlfriend. But I feel like it’s always me giving up my comfort for his pleasure. And when I say don’t guilt me into kissing you he goes “I’d never guilt you. I never ever want to make you uncomfortable” but then turns around and does. I also genuinely think he’s unaware of what’s he’s doing. He thinks the trip went well

But he just did a lot of things that pissed me off. My family and I are really close and being around them helps me when I’m anxious. He would make little comments about that saying it’s weird but then play it off as a joke or like he’s not saying it in a bad way.

He’d get annoyed when I was quiet after a long day and tell me I need to stop being quiet and talk more because he doesn’t like it when I’m quiet, and he’s only here for a few days.

Anytime we disagree on something even if it’s little he’ll keep pushing it until I say let’s agree to disagree, then he’s like “oh you seem kind of mad at me. I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you mad”

Honestly there’s even more that he’s done but I won’t overload you with too much.

I think I may get out of retail sometime next year 😭 I really want a desk job so I’ve been looking into those. Retail was a fun first job but I can’t see myself doing that forever.

I miss being on tumblr too 😩 I wanna go back to being active everyday but my energy is so low nowadays I literally just work and sleep.

It honestly sounds like he doesn’t respect your boundaries nor consider your feelings. There’s definitely a conversation that needs to be had maybe at least one more time but if he’s still the same way, don’t waste expressing yourself to someone who won’t be considerate of your feelings. Now I don’t know much about relationships, I’ve literally never been in one 😭 but don’t stay with someone who seems to only ever think of themselves and their needs. You need to put yourself first and think about if this is a healthy relationship for you.

[liyawritesss]

ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢꜱ

Pairing: Modern!Ekko x Fem!Black!Pregnant!Reader

Genre: Drabbles

Synopsis: Ekko opens his door to a woman around his age, with a swollen tummy and ceramic plate in hand. What kind of person would he be if he turned down his hungry neighbor?

Warnings: slight cursing, pregnancies

A/N: This is based off that one reddit post, where OP has a pregnant neighbor who comes over to ask for a bit of their food. Ekko is like 19 in this.

    Ekko doesn’t find much joy in his day to day life.

    He lives in a semi-decent apartment complex that just barely fits into his budget. He goes to a STEM university, majoring in mechanical engineering to hopefully get a leg up in a society that’s been against him since birth. He works in his neighborhood to bring smiles to kids faces, which is probably the only thing that brings him content.

    He wakes up, attends class, goes to his shitty retail job that doesn’t pay him anywhere near a livable wage, comes home, and sleeps. Its a routine he’s been begrudgingly engaging in since he was sixteen years old. An aggravating, enslaving routine, but a routine that has gotten him through bad days and horrible situations.

    And yet, when he opens his door to a quiet knock, one so hushed he almost thinks he’s hearing things, and sees a pregnant woman before him, swollen tummy and plate in hand, he has the feeling that his routine is about to switch up just slightly.

    You’re about the same age as him, maybe a year or two older, with skin a beautiful melanin pigment that shines even against the horrible fluorescent lighting of the hallway, and coily, kinky hair that was similar to his before he loc’d and dyed his own. Ekko has to pull himself back into reality, though you’ve already captured his cute, dazed look, in all its boyish charm, and cataloged it to memory.

    You begin by apologizing, because of course you’re disturbing this young man and his evening of relaxation, but with food that smells so good coming his apartment, your cravings got the better of you; and the little one inside of you has a mind of its own already, practically kicking its way to Ekko’s door. Your request comes out small, timid, afraid, because you just moved in a week ago and you’re already making requests from neighbors you haven’t even met before.

    Ekko, who’s trying his best to keep himself together, hushes your apologies and sheepishly beckons you inside. He carefully takes your plate, which, if your hands weren't on either side of it, he would’ve thought it was perched perfectly stable on your swollen tummy, and you opt to take in the surroundings of this college student’s apartment. It’s neat and clean, and aside from the aroma of food that leaks from the kitchen, smells of something crisp yet refreshing. Different from the scents you’re used to.

    Ekko fills your plate up with enough to last you all night, he thinks. He’s not sure how hungry pregnant women get, but his heart tells him when it’s enough. Though it’s nothing special to him - just a quick-and-easy curry he learned to make from childhood, with spices he happened to have in his kitchen - he thinks that this may be something worthy of a 5-star title, and so he hopes it fills you up nicely. He sends you on your merry way, with nothing less than a thousand ‘thank you’s’ spilling from your lips, and a sheepish ‘no problem’ from his own.

    And as he watches you waddle back to your apartment, which is only across the hallways and a door down from his own, he secretly makes a plan to cook something just as delicious tomorrow night, in hopes of you stopping by again.

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[who-is-page]

you shut down a transphobe at work? 👀 care to share ?? of course you dont have to, especially if it was a shitty experience but i love hearing people shut assholes down

I work in retail; my pronouns are listed on my nametag, underneath my name but above my job title, and I verbally correct people when they misgender me. I always assume ignorance over malice--retail has taught me that people legitimately cannot read and comprehend half of what's in front of them--and I'm good at my job so I'm always polite and cheery when I do it.

I was covering a loader's job with another associate, and we had an older woman show up. It's policy to sign receipts before we load customer vehicles, but when I approached her she comically started going "nuh-uh-uh! I don't believe in a women working this job!" and trying to give the receipt to the coworker standing five feet behind me, while still not getting out of her car. And I cheerily explained that that wouldn't be a problem, because I wasn't a women anyways! But the customer insisted, and aggressively gestured at my tits going, "Then what are these? Huh? You're female." And I got to go off into a spiel about how I was actually unsure of my chromosomal makeup because of an instance of colorblindness that traditionally doesn't affect people with XX chromosomes, and how I didn't personally see myself as female in that capacity because of it, but that I would still happily help her.

And she tries to huff and puff, saying that she "doesn't see color" (uh??? what??) and "doesn't believe in that stuff" and that she doesn't believe in "women doing mens' work" again.

I shrug at her, and tell her that regardless of her personal feelings, I'm still more than ready to help load her vehicle if she'd like.

My coworker's eyebrows are up SO HIGH at this point at this woman, and he's actually snatched her receipt out of her hand and signed off on it for me. He shoves it back into her car door window and she rolls the window back up, driving away from us and parking in front of the pallets of mulch that she's buying.

My coworker, chad that he is, stands behind and lets me take charge on it. Asking the woman to please open her trunk, picking up the bags two at a time to put them in the back of her car just so that I can flex, and chatting to her (non-responsive, pinched face) about what a lovely day it was. Despite her initial reactions, there's no other option she's left with other than A) Let me help her load the mulch and deal with the fact that I'm perfectly capable, or B) Go inside, find a manager, and complain until someone who is AMAB loads her. She folds and picks A, probably because from the combination of my cheerful attitude and my coworker's lack of intervention on her behalf, she knows that she'll sound absolutely out there if she tries to make demands. She blinked first. She stiffly thanked me and drove off after I finished, when I wished her a good day.

This is what I mean when I say that bigots are inherently cowardly when they get caught up in a 1v1, especially if you're acting (comparatively) like a normal fucking person. Their stakes in it are significantly lower a majority of the time, so they always lose the game of chicken they put themselves in. They might complain, might make side comments, but if you meet them head on they always flinch first. And being a trans person who often corrects pronouns and honorifics, someone who is ergo used to consistent confrontation that most other people would and do avoid, I don't know the meaning of the word "flinch" anymore.

Also, I'm fucking jacked from lifting bags of wet mulch and soil all the time, so they know I'm going to make them sincerely regret it if they throw a punch.

#ask #no joke those bags of mulch can get 40 lbs easy when wet. Soil is even heavier #So lifting yunno hundreds of those bags for hours on end... you get some muscle!

[deleteddewewted]

Hello! How are you, and I have a request if you wish to do it. So I was thinking of a College AU with Shinsou working there as a part-time employee, then one day fem! reader comes in and at first he is like “Pfft whatever” but then he brings dropping his tsunade behavior and beings growing soft for her while he got to know her and he has seen her rescue a kitten in which he asked to help co-parent their child. He is doing it to get to know her more because he fell for her, but she is a bit oblivious when it comes to ✨feelings✨. I thought this would make a cute HC/ Drabble, however you wish to do it, of how their relationship began to bloom at the local coffee shop.

AAAAHHHH!!!! YES!

Happy Birthday to Shinsou Hitoshi!💜

The most adorable, handsome, and overall best purple headed boy on the show (Fuck off Mineta).

To Take Care of a Stray: Shinsou Headcanons

Barista! Shinsou x F! Reader

FLUFF

As any college student would tell you, cheap caffeinated drinks were a must.

Coffee specifically was a must.

Shinsou was honestly debating if he needed his 3rd cup of coffee that morning or if he could just wing it and go on with an empty tank.

He procrastinated when it came to his assigned project, plus his project partner ditched him, so he was practically all alone figuring his shit out.

And thats how he found himself working at his local coffee shop.

He hated every single customer that would come in at any hour of the day that he work on.

They all demanded his attention and honestly, some days he wished he could just scream in their faces that "No, i don't give a fuck about your pet bird speaking back to you. I'm only here to make you your coffee and take your money."

The cheap coffee was worth it though, so he keeps the complaining to a minimum.

Retail is honestly a "no reward" type of job. The amount of entitlement that some people have baffles him at times.

Around his second year in college he ends up working the late shift to make some extra cash. It also meant less people coming in and demanding an overly complicated drink. Score!

The sound of the rain pouring down helped calm his nerves and allowed him to relax for moment before the door of the shop swung open.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to do that." The first time you walked into the shop you accidentally pulled the door with too much force that it ended up slamming into the wall.

Shinsou immediately didn't like you.

Who the fuck was this woman?

You went up the counter and told him your order taking out your money and handing it to him.

Clean and simple. Nothing special.

Then you came back again a few days later. That really fucked with him.

Most customers came in and never bothered to talk to him. He wanted their money while they wanted the shitty coffee they sold. Easy, right?

Nope, not with you apparently. You came in and asked about his day, how his studies were going, and if anything interesting happened in the shop.

He would respond with brief answers and immediately ignored you afterwards.

You were just so annoying.

..Ok, maybe not.

You were funny, the way you fumbled and played it off as you being intentional.

The way your mouth would widen into a smile anytime he spoke back to you.

You weren't overly energetic, nor overly happy. You were just nice, nice to him.

He wasn't use to that.

You fascinated him just because you existed and he wanted to learn more about you.

He got his chance on the 5th time you came in.

You usually came in at a specific time, always when there was barely any customers, but today you didnt' show up at all.

He wont admit it but he got concerned and would keep looking at the clock on the wall and back to the door of the coffee shop.

When you finally came in, you had scratches on your hand and on your cheek.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He leaned onto his hand that was placed on the counter top. His body relaxed and only showed boredom.

In reality he was terrified, you had scratches on your hands and red streaks too. Why?

"Oh, i was just- i fell into a bush." You gave him a smile that made his heart flutter and legs go weak.

He was so happy he was leaning on the counter because he hadn't he would have fallen onto the floor.

Your smile just had that affect on him.

"How stupid can you be? Look were your going next time."

"Aww, thanks sir!"

Good mood was gone. He told you not to treat him like your friend, thats not what you both are.

...But he really hated that you took that very literally and didn't bother to at least call him by his last name.

"Hmm." He gave you your usual and answered the questions you had for him that day.

You started to come in 4 times a week and every time you did he would notice new scratches on you.

The scratches weren't that bad, he thought maybe you were one those "adventures" types, but the red marks were concerning him.

When he would ask you about them you always had a different excuse for them.

"My backpacks straps are bit rough."

"I placed my arm wrong on the table"

It was this or that but never a concrete answer.

It was happening every time you came in so something had to be wrong.

He gathered up the little cuarage he had and decided to ask you what you were doing.

"Why do have so many scratches on you?" You werent expecting him to be so blunt but you happily told him to meet you after his shift at the nearby alleyway.

He was suspicious of you but he was also curious, he desperately needed answers because the concern for your wellbeing was getting to be too much for him.

He followed your instructions and walked towards the alleyway you directed him to.

When he turned the corner he saw the most beautiful scene in the world.

You were surrounded by cats...and you were giving them food.

He could die happily then and there.

"W- this is why you show us with scratches all over you!?" You nodded but got up and walked over to a cardboard box that was tucked under a bigger box.

You told him to follow and when he crouched down to see what was in it he saw two huge eyes staring back at him.

"You've been- this little thing is the reason for your scratches?"

"Yep!"

He laughed at you and helped you feed all of the cats.

When the two of you finished up, you picked up the box that the small kitten was tucked in and gave it a pat on the head.

"What are you going to do with the kitten?" Shinsou asked you.

"Well, i wish i could take it with me but i don't think i'd be able to take care of it since i work early in the morning and have classes late at night."

Shinsou's mind started planning.

He really liked you and wanted to be around you more often.

Shit, if he was brutally honest he had a crush on you.

"Well, i have classes early morning while i work at night. So...why don't we co-pa-... i mean co-care for the little guy?" He knows his ears were red, he knows his face was starting to turn red as well.

But he wasn't about to admit that he really wanted you to say "yes".

"Uh, ok. Sure!"

Shinsou was over the moon with this and it was all going so perfectly as well.

The kitten would spend the mornings with you and in the afternoons the two of you would meet up to take care of it together.

You both decided to name the kitten Mieko.

""Beautiful blessing child", thats a cute name! Why do you want to call him that?"

"Because...i want to- y-you idiot. Stop asking so many questions!" You just laughed at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Shinsou melts.

Shinsou would bring the kitten with him to work since his boss had a soft spot for animals.

Imagine how exited he was when you first invited him into your own apartment.

"You have your own place? Color me impressed."

"Thanks Shin." Shinsou blushed a little at the nickname. It had been over a month that you both agreed to take care of the kitten together.

The more time he spent with you the more he fell.

"I hope you like the umm...book." This was another thing that started after the two of you began to co-parent the kitten. He would bring you gifts and act like it meant nothing.

Reality is that he was courting you.

He expected you to make a comment on his gifts but you glossed over them like nothing.

It was getting on his nerves.

"Aah, hey. Do you want to take Mieko out for a walk...again."

"Was that a question or a demand?" You laughed at him

You made it look easy with how much you make him blush.

The more time you both spent with each other, the more Shinsou realized he was truly in love with you and wanted you to be by his side.

But he was facing a problem. You.

You wouldn't pick up on the hints he was dropping on you. His interest on you.

So one day he decides to just tell up upfront if you would like to go on a date with him.

"Hey Shin, do you want to go on a date with me?"

Shinsou. exe has stopped operations

"W-wha-"

"I'm joking buddy! But seriously do you want to go out to eat? I think Mieko would-"

"W-WHaT!? F-fuck no!" That upset you because you thought he might like free lunch.

"You could've just said no." He was losing you, again.

Fuuuuuuuck!!!!!

"N-no wait! What i wanted to say was umm, would you like to go out with me? Like a date! N-not like friends."

You both just stared at each other for a moment, the silence only making the situation worse.

"...Sure."

Mieko, your child, just blinked at the two of you.

"These two ridiculous humans are my parents, great." At least this lead to Shinsou moving in with you and Mieko having a permanent home now.

Double the pats for the two new people in your home, double the purring sounds, double the angry and grouchy cats begging for your attention.

Who wold trade this? You got to cuddle with the two most adorable people in this world.

"I'm not fucking adorable Y/n!"

"Shush Toshi or you're not getting cuddles and kisses."

"....fine."

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[fuck-customers]

So I’m in a pretty tight spot financially. I look after my mom who never made a lot of money and I work a shitty retail job so I end up receiving food from the food bank. I also live in a pretty rich city so I’m fucked all around.

But a customer heard me chatting to my coworker about how I had to get off early because I had a delivery from the food bank at 2 today and oh my god I had to ring this customer thru she was snarky with me the whole time and kept making these derogatory comments about how I must live since I’m too poor to buy my own food. I wanted to wring her neck

[candychronicles]

boo // d. kaminari

A/N: this is my take on the horror, haunts and halloween bnharem server collab! 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Denki Kaminari x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,315

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, car fucking, some extremely mild spooks

SYNOPSIS: who knew a little bet between friends could turn into so much more?

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“boo!” 

“damnit Kaminari, you scared the hell out of me!” you screeched, whipping around to smack your friend on the shoulder. “besides, you should save all of the screams for the house tonight!”

he shrugged his body, clearly not bothered by your comment before proceeding to the men’s dressing area, makeup already adorned on his body. he was performing tonight as a sort of scary chainsaw man with bloodshot eyes and a dark streaked face. despite the outwardly appearance of his costume, he was, at least to you, a funny and extremely attractive guy. you two had spent your whole fall flirting and teasing in between hallways and sets, having fun and making people scared at the same time. 

you never meant to work at a haunted house, but you needed the money, and it seemed much more exciting to get paid scaring people and dressing up in cool costumes over working a seasonal retail job. due to your ability to at least fake a scary and eccentric personality, they hired you immediately, along with a few other people your age. you figured it would be a good way to meet new people and have fun but you were certainly not expecting to fall in love with the dorky yet extremely talented kid with the cool hair and outlandish jokes. 

your time in the dressing and makeup room didn’t take too long, adorning a creepy maid outfit with sunken black eyes and a wicked bloody smile. twirling the braids adorning your head, you skipped out of the room, ready to get into character and have another night of spooks.

“hey, let’s make a bet tonight, hm? make it a little more interesting?” Kaminari offered, sliding in beside you like he had been there all along.

“sure, what do you propose?” 

“let’s see who can get the loudest scream of the night. we’ll both be generally near each other, so no cheating or lying because i’ll be able to tell!”

“how are we going to measure that? what if it’s really close, what are you going to do about that?”

“rock, paper, scissors?” he countered, flashing his hands and gesturing the game with a devious smile.

“sure, why not. what do i get if i win?”

“anything you want, sugar.”

you attempted to ignore the comment, though your cheeks heated up and your eyes grew just a bit wider.

“how about you owe me dinner tonight?” you joked, flashing your own toothy grin.

“that all, dollface? i’d do that any day.”

“oh boo, that’s boring. make him wear your maid costume or something!” Kirishima shouted from across the hall, seemingly butting into your increasingly heated conversation. 

“now that’s an idea,” you teased, laughing along with Kirishima as Kaminari’s face turned bright red. 

“that’s nothing! i’d do that any day,” he claimed, quickly moving on, “but i say if i win then you owe me dinner. easy enough?”

you nodded your head in agreement, shaking on it and pressing your pinkies together for extra emphasis before heading towards your separate destinations, ready for the challenge.

the night started off easy, you both earning screams of varying levels, but every time you got one, he shot right back with yet another. your jaw clenched and eyes grew dark, not backing down from the fight.

the whole evening and late through midnight did you two fight back and forth, tooth and nail, bringing out your nastiest and scariest tricks, doing everything you could to jumpscare and creep out the people of the attraction, but it seemed that neither of you were a clear winner. you, however, were not going to let him get the satisfaction of saying he won.

the final group of the night came through and you managed a loud, shrieking scream from the guy in the front, a wicked smile on your face as you waved at Kaminari down the hall. he retaliated with his own scare but, at least you thought, it didn’t quite live up to your own haunt.

“i totally won, i don’t even know what you’re talking about!” he shrieked, shoving fries in his face with a huff, waving his arms around in a display of anger.

“my scream was louder and you know it. just admit it, i was better than you tonight!” you argued back, leaning forward to look him directly in the eye, challenging him to keep up the fight.

he looked away, cheeks tinged pink at your sudden closeness, before crossing his arms and looking back at you. 

“fine, i’ll pay for the food, but i still don’t think you won. i can make anyone scream louder than you.”

“oh yeah? why don’t you prove it?” you challenged, eyes unwavering and boring straight into the side of his face. 

he took a moment to ponder, unsure of what you meant, before he looked back, pupils blown wide in shock.

“waiter, i need the check please.”

it took all of thirty seconds after leaving the dingy late night restaurant before his mouth was on yours, hot and unwavering, hands tangled deep into the back of your hair, digits pressing roughly into your scalp.

“where to?” he asked in between kisses, walking backwards as you trailed after him, hands grasping his shirt like it was your only lifeline. 

“whatever’s closest,” you whispered back, feeling him hit the car with the back of his body.

he quickly whipped around, fishing frantically for the keys in his pocket before shoving the shiny object into the lock and twisting, whipping the door open and gesturing you sweetly into the car. 

before you had barely sat down, he slammed the door, rushing to the other side and opening his own door, sinking in and turning the vehicle on, haphazardly buckling his seatbelt as he peeled out of the parking lot towards his apartment.

the bad part about working at a haunted house was that it was in the almost middle of nowhere. there was a small town with a couple restaurants and stores, but most workers came from the college town over, meaning you two had a small drive before you made it back to either of your apartments. 

Kaminari gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white from the pressure of trying to drive safely while getting there as fast as he could. his teeth ground into each other, face set in a harsh frown, stress permanent on his face.

“relax, we’ll get there eventually. you’ll kill the mood with your sour face,” you teased, reaching sideways to place your hand on his thigh. his body jumped at your touch, briefly turning to face you before veering off onto the side of the road, seemingly finding some close down parking lot with a few trees surrounding the area.

“i’m sorry, you’re just driving me crazy. you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted you, since the day i first met you. you were so cocky and confident in your interview, ready to have fun and be crazy in your acting, but the moment you stepped away, you became so sweet and kid, always greeting everyone with a smile and a wave. i couldn’t get enough of your duality, enamored in the way you could switch that smirk on like it was nothing. seeing you in that dainty little maid outfit you’re wearing doesn’t help all that much,” he confessed, wringing his hands together as he attempted to calm himself down. “truth be told, i don’t want to be that shitty guy who you think is only using you for sex, but after that little stunt you pulled in the restaurant, i don’t think i can wait any longer to fuck you.”

you blinked once, twice, three times, trying to process what he was saying before unbuckling your seatbelt and veering towards his body, chests pressed together as you managed to climb into his lap, attacking his lips with your own, relishing in the way he practically melted under your touch, eager to feel you on him once again.

“backseat. now.”

you climbed back without hesitation, flashing him a bit of your ass as you wiggled your way onto the seat, patiently waiting for him to come back. he followed without waiting, immediately pulling your legs onto the seat and hovering over you, hands on either side of your head.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he confirmed, brushing away a couple pieces of hair that was scattered across your face.

“yes, i’m sure. please fuck me.”

he wasted no time before attaching himself to you once again, lips finding purchase on your own, against your neck, your collarbone, unbuttoning the front of your costume to nip at your breasts, leaving marks that would surely last for days. despite the cramped position you two were in, you still felt slick pool in your panties, thighs rubbing against the side of his body as you attempted to create some friction to relieve the tension building up.

you whined, begging for more, but before you could speak up to ask him for something, anything, he had already obliged, reaching down to rub the pad of his thumb against your clothed nub. you moaned in response, the need for him only growing by the minute.

“please, Kaminari-”

“Denki, call me Denki,” he corrected, nipping at your throat as his fingers moved under the skirt and around your panties, “and don’t worry baby, i’ll take care of you tonight.”

with that final statement, he pulled your panties aside completely and pushed one finger slowly into your waiting body, shivering at the feeling of your wet insides sucking him in, greedily begging for more. your breaths became uneven and labored, but you remained patient, enjoying every feeling he pulled from your wanting cunt.

he continued his assault on your neck and chest as his fingers pumped in and out of you, adding one, two more fingers, stretching you out until you were sopping and begging for his cock. he paused for one moment, hastily pulling his pants down as best as he could. before he could get to his boxers, however, you reached past his hand, pulling them down and stroking his dick, admiring the way it twitched in your hands, swollen and leaky, wanting to be inside of you just as much as you need him. 

you pulled him back down by his shirt collar, kissing him fiercely as he adjusted his body once more, you aligning him to your entrance, legs hiked up around his body as he caged you in. he sunk in slowly, not holding back his moans as he appreciated the way your body sucked him in, like he was meant to be there all along.

you moaned with him, a string of curses and praises flowing out of your mouth like a siren’s song, luring him into your lair one word at a time. 

“Denki, fuck, you feel so good. please don’t stop.”

he bottomed out in your, laughing when you shifted your hips, whining as you tried to get him to move. he pressed a chaste kiss to your head before rolling his own hips back, shivering at the feeling of you wrapped around him. he continued his pace slowly, rocking in and out of you, watching the car steam up from your breathy moans and sweat covered skin, feeling the car move in tandem with your bodies.

you arched your back and wrapped yourself around him as best as you could, dazzled by the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you. he was so close, his breath against your ear, and you relished in the way he moaned and sighed, feeling just as good as you were in that moment. 

he felt himself getting close much quicker than he wanted, but in that moment, he didn’t care, too enveloped in the way you squeezed around him, nails biting into his back and eyes screwed shut. he moved one hand back down in between your bodies and found your sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing down and swirling around, moaning as he felt you compressed around his cock, the new sensation overwhelming for you.

“fuck, baby, i’m so close,” he moaned, settling his head into your neck, biting down softly into your shoulder.

you only nodded back in response, too worried about chasing your own high that was emerging quickly with the combined pleasure of his cock and his fingers.

you arched your back and squeezed your thighs together as white hot lava shot through your lower stomach, cumming intensely on his cock. the feeling of your velvety walls pulsating around his own quickly brought him to his own high as he slowed his pace down, shooting his load into you.

you both laid there, breathless and sweaty, before you looked at him and erupted in giggles, wiping some of the sticky hair off his face. 

“i really liked that,” you confessed, biting your lip and smiling shyly despite the position you two were still currently in. 

“me too,” he agreed, kissing your forehead before slowly pulling out, sitting up and reaching forward into his console to grab a stack of napkins, cleaning you and himself up as best as he could.

you sat up after him, dizzy from pure elation, before a smirk came across your face.

“so you’re saying i won the bet, right?” 

“i feel like i won the lottery tonight so yes, i’ll say you won the bet.”

“good,” you affirmed, reaching forward to grab his face in your hands, squeezing slightly before bringing him closer to you, “remember what Kiri said? i think i’m going to take his words to heart.”

he looked at you confused, shrugging, but as you stared at him, his eyes grew wide once more as he realized what you meant.

“you get to wear the maid costume next.”

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