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Munich Oktoberfest impressions
suffer
Viktor, NO 😡
Miku Hatsune Mesmerizer ver. Garage Kit by YZP House, of Vocaloid
Femboy restaurant. 🍴🍽️🍴
Original image https://www.tumblr.com/lifeofsissyandshemnew/808741389108215808/art-of-sissy?source=share
The video was created by me, that is, Lilly Belle, using AI.
Disrespect
a/n: just a little self indulgent blurb after the absolute shitshow of a day I had at work recently :/
Jack Abbot x fem! reader
gif isn't mine! found on tumblr!
tw: age gap? reader is younger than jack, though not specifically said by how much! comfort, and fluff
everything ached.
her head? throbbing
her feet? absolutely murdered
and her ego?
absolutely bruised.
she had unlocked the front door of her boyfriend's house, her once neat updo now laid in messy curls over her shoulders.
thankfully, today wasn't busy, so they closed up shop early...and she had never been more grateful in her entire life.
jack abbot woke up to the sound of the shower going, his brows furrowed before realization set in.
"you home sweetheart?" he questioned, his voice carrying just as the water shut off.
she had sniffled, walking out of the bathroom with slow steps. "mhm." she says softly, the back of her eyes stinging.
he noticed right away.
"c'mere." he coaxes softly, holding his hand out as he carefully tugged her closer. "what's wrong?" jack questioned in concern.
"customer was a total jackass today." she says softly as she settled onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around her.
jack hummed, quietly urging her to continue, his eyes zeroing in on the anxious movement of her fingers wringing themselves out.
"started screaming at me in the middle of the restaurant, called me disrespectful when I served his wife...but it wasn't even me."
he could hear the exhaustion in her tone as she ran a hand down her face.
"he's a regular, and I'd know if I took care of his wife, but it was one of the new girls. she wasn't even rude either, it was a mix up that just got blown way out of proportion. he wasn't even there in the beginning." she mumbles quietly.
"and he had the nerve to just start what, screaming at you in the middle of the restaurant?" jack questioned, his voice low.
yeah...pissed was an understatement.
she nodded quietly, the tears welling up in her eyes again, but she continued to try blinking them back.
"I'm just exhausted." she says, her voice wavering as she leant into him, jack holding her close.
he had brought it up time and time again, he'd take care of her without trouble...but she liked having her own things, he admired that about her.
"you're calling off for a few days...doctor's orders." he says, peppering kisses up the side of her neck.
"we're understaffed as is-" "I know...but you've covered shifts for others and worked your ass off all week." jack says, turning her to face him.
"you deserve a break too, sweetheart." he says, her eyes softening at the concern etched onto his features.
but he was relentless.
"and no more taking disrespect from customers either, you're human." he says, burying his head in her neck.
she felt tears well up in her eyes, but for completely different reasons this time.
she felt loved, cared for, and she couldn't help but notice how easy he made it look with her.
"i love you." she says softly, looking down at where he had buried his head.
jack had paused for a moment before slowly sitting up to look at her. a smile made way to his face as he held the side of her face.
"i love you too, sweetheart." he says, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
something clicked in their minds that night, realization that night of them would want to remember what life was like without the other.
to her, he was her rock, the one thing she knew would always be there when she came home.
to him, she was his sun on the long nights he worked, when he often slept through the hours of light.
they'd always take care of each other. and there was no one else they'd rather to be with.
AlanGrant. Waitress in a Drive-In Movie Theater. Chicago. 1948
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