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clearwillow · 3 years

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50. Either way that strikes you. ❤️

Hi @dawnrider ❤️ I actually opted to do both, cause not only was it a particularly sucky night and the fluff was needed, but because this will probably be the only prompt I get sent.

Decided to do "Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway." around Hired Help, because that AU really needs some fluff right now. It would be early on in the fic, for those that have read it. (I'll add it to AO3 once I can think of a title, so for now it's tumblr-exclusive)

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Kagome dropped down unceremoniously on her couch and sighed. Her feet hurt something awful. Those cute pumps she had bought to go with her new outfit for work? Hurt like she’d walked on glass shards all day. She came out of them as soon as she had her front door open and forced herself not to grab them by her toes and fling them across the apartment.

They were still expensive, even if she had gotten them on sale.

Her work involved walking. A lot of walking. She thought that the heel hadn’t been difficult to walk in, and she hadn’t felt any discomfort until she’d sat down in her car. Then it had hit her and all she’d wanted to do was get in bed and sleep. Only she’d have to get home first.

“Mistakes were definitely made,” she decided, glaring at the offending footwear that sat on her coffee table. Her phone buzzed and she had to give herself an awkward pat down to find the device to see who the text message was from. “Inuyasha?”

[Kags, you have anything going on tonight?]

Unsure of his intentions, Kagome chewed her lip in thought before typing out a reply. [Only if watching TV counts? What’s up?]

[Actually…nevermind…]

[No, no – what is it, Inuyasha?] She was about to call him and find out what wasn’t important enough to ask all of a sudden. He’d done that when they were kids, and it had driven her crazy then too. He’d start to ask her something and back out immediately after. Before she could hit the button to dial his number, his message came back.

[I wanted to know if I could come to your place? But you’re probably tired after work. I know I had you running all over the building.]

Even in a text she could feel the guilt coming from him. He didn’t know her shoes were going to hurt her like they did. Hell even she didn’t know! They’d only been coworkers for going on a month, at best. She had to learn the ropes. Find out where everything was located. Plan the most efficient means of reaching each office on the regular. It was more her fault than anything really. [Inuyasha I don’t mind!] Her thumbs flew across the screen keyboard as she responded. There was something about his text that had her gut telling her that there was more to it.

And when it hit her, she knew good and well there was an underlying question he would never ask outright.

[Inuyasha…really. It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. My mind is buzzing too much to wind down, and I’d love the company.]

[Are you sure?]

[I’m very sure.]

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When the doorbell rang, Kagome tried not to let it show on her face that her feet still hurt like a bitch as she hobbled to let Inuyasha in. But when she opened the door to see him standing there, giving her a lopsided grin, she didn’t care if her feet were on fire. Her friend was here now. “You’re sure this is alright?”

“I told you yes, you big doof. Now get in here already!” Kagome shook her head as he walked inside, taking in the worn out jeans and t-shirt he’d thrown on. There had been a time when she remembered he wore those rock band shirts and barely filled the shoulders out. Now she could see the way his shoulder blades moved beneath the cotton as he shifted the weight of the bags in his hands.

It was…hypnotizing. And if she wasn’t careful she’d probably be drooling in a second.

Wait. Why did he have bags?

Inuyasha must have noticed her staring – hopefully at the bags, she realized too late in horror that this might not be the case – and answered unprompted. “Thought you might want to eat something that you didn’t have to stand on your feet to fix. Got some junk too. You still like Sonic hamburgers, right?”

The way he looked back up at her, how unsure he was, because he didn’t know if her tastes had changed since they’d hung out…it broke her heart. It reminded her of all the time they’d missed out on, and for him to show up at her doorstep after work just showed that he wanted to make up for that time. Kagome stepped forward and dropped her hands over his, deliberately sniffing out loud. “You got onion rings, right?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Of course.”

Nothing would ever make Kagome turn Inuyasha away, even if he hadn’t remembered that she liked onion rings with her burger. He was making an effort to rekindle their friendship, to spend time outside of work together. And the fact that he was leaving his own place on a night with a new moon said so much. He didn’t want to spend it alone, and chose her out of everyone he could spend the evening with.

Sleep was overrated and she knew she’d have the day off the next day anyway.

They ended up spreading the food he brought all over the coffee table. Inuyasha couldn’t help but notice how she tossed the shoes she’d plucked off the table and into a lone chair. He hadn’t said anything about it, too focused on eating before their dinner got cold. The TV was more background noise than them actually watching, either critiquing how bad the reenactments of the hauntings were or reciting commercials word for word when they weren’t reminiscing about their childhood.

Kagome wasn’t expecting him to ask “Why did you get those shoes if they hurt your feet so much?” out of the blue.

“Because I didn’t know they’d hurt my feet?”

“Give me your feet.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“Let me see, Kagome.”

“No!” To reiterate that she wasn’t about to show her feet to Inuyasha, Kagome tucked her legs underneath herself in an attempt to hide them.

She really wasn’t expecting Inuyasha to reach across the couch and grab at her legs.

Kagome let out a squeal and wiggled in her spot, trying to shake him off. Inuyasha had one of two moods; he could be the most reserved person in the room, or he could take initiative in the most outlandish way. There was no in between with him, and when he set his mind to something there was no stopping him. And he’d decided right then and there that he was going to pry her legs out from under her. She felt her weight being lifted off the couch and squealed again, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

His very…very…strong shoulders.

It gave her pause, feeling the strength in him and allowing him the chance to set her back on the couch cushions with her feet draped across his lap. It was hard not to be disappointed. No one had ever carried her like that as an adult. She didn’t think she was light enough, but Inuyasha… he’d handled her with ease.

Kagome gulped. Not good. ‘Don’t think about your friend like that, Kagome.’

“You okay?”

“Huh? Oh…y-yeah,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “You just surprised me. That’s all.”

“You thought I wouldn’t do it?”

“No I knew you would. I just…you’ve changed, Inuyasha.”

Dark brown eyes looked at her in confusion. “Is that good, or bad?” he asked with uncertainty.

“Good for you,” she assured him. “But…bad for me. I missed out on seeing the changes as they happened. You’ve gotten so strong. Your hair’s longer. I mean I could go on but you don’t look like the boy I had to tell that I was moving away anymore.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Good thing, then. Cause I remember the pictures,” he teased, hoping to cheer her up. “I’ve always been strong, if you’ll remember. Now I just look it, so I dare anyone to call me a fucking hobbit.”

She had been seconds away from letting slip that yes – yes he did look strong now – but it would not have come out sounding like a friend. “I love your hair,” Kagome said instead. Whether the mass of curls that hung around his shoulders were silver, or black as they were now, she loved them. “Long hair suits you.”

He grinned, reaching for one of her feet. “And not having bludgeoned feet from your boss running you ragged all day suits you.”

Kagome started to protest because she could always soak them the next day, but the moment he pressed his thumb into her instep, all that came out was a low moan. Oh god, that felt better than any foot soak! His hands slowly and delicately kneaded her feet, not missing a spot and watching her face for any signs of discomfort. When he had both massaged to his satisfaction, Kagome shifted around on the couch to lean against his side.

“You know you’re not my boss, right? Your father is.” She pointed out.

“You’re my personal assistant. That means you answer to me.”

“That sounds like I should call you Master,” Kagome snorted. “Do I need to get a genie costume?” There was a choked sound and she looked up at him to see him looking elsewhere. Was he…was he blushing? “You thought of something dirty, didn’t you?”

“N-no!”

“Yes you did!” Kagome laughed as the blush got brighter. “Tell me, Inuyasha! I wanna know!”

“You really don’t!”

“We’ve got all night, Inuyasha…” Okay that should not have made him blush more, so it had to have been something really dirty. Kagome bumped his shoulder with hers and started a string of “Please, please, please” since he was holding out on her. “You never kept secrets from me when we were kids,” she reminded him.

Inuyasha opened and closed his mouth for a minute. “This is waydifferent!” he pointed out, adding “You wouldn’t have filled out one of those costumes as easily back then!”

The silence was deafening.

Now Kagome was blushing. Inuyasha was still blushing, only looking like he was about to crawl into the couch after realizing what he’d just said out loud.

Kagome couldn’t decide if she was meant to be upset or flattered. ‘Oh god, that means he’s looked!’ her brain screamed at her. She knew she was nothing but a flat mess up until her sophomore year, and she hadn’t really developed until late that summer before her junior year began. Inuyasha wouldn’t have known that, but he’d noticed. She could get offended, be upset that he was insinuating something that was very much true at one point, or be flattered and take it as a compliment. She couldn’t react any other way because while there were other options, this was Inuyasha. He’d never given her any indication of anything else.

Finally she said, “I don’t know if I’d want a pink costume.”

The body she was still leaning against relaxed at her words. “Jewel tones would be better, anyway.”

“And I don’t know if I’d call you Master either.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you get this weird look on your face when I say it! You’re not my boss, remember! We don’t need that power play dynamic in the office!”

Inuyasha visibly looked put out. “I wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled, but she could still see the hint of red on his cheeks, so she knewthe dirty thoughts were still simmering. “What if I asked you to call me Sir, then?”

“Like a Knight in shining armor?” she laughed.

“I took care of your feet, didn’t I?”

Kagome nodded, “That you did. Thank you, Inuyasha.” She dropped her head onto his shoulder, taking his hand in hers.

“Ought to be thanking you,” he replied, leaning back into the couch. “You could’ve told me no earlier.”

“I told you it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway tonight.”

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worryinglyinnocent · 4 years

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Fic: Lost and Found

Summary: After years of searching, Belle finally finds what she’s looking for in the window of Mr Gold’s shop. And perhaps, she finds a friend as well.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling moodboard prompt, available here.

Rated: G

Lost and Found

Belle had always wondered about the phrase ‘it’s always in the last place you look’. Of course it was always in the last place you looked. You didn’t keep looking for something after you’d found it.

She knew that wasn’t the intent of the phrase and she knew that she was being pedantic, but it had always kept her attention and been a source of amusement to her in the back of her mind.

Now she knew exactly what it meant.

A small sob escaped her lips as she pressed her hand up against the pawn shop window, wishing that she could just reach through the glass and grab that which her heart had yearned after for so long. They were so shiny and bright, as perfect and beautiful as the day she had last seen them all those years ago. Just when she had given up hope, just when she had decided that this was the last town that she would visit and that this was the last shop she would try.

Belle would know her mother’s vanity set anywhere, even after ten years without laying eyes on it.

She was vaguely aware of the rain splattering down on her head and plastering her hair down as the umbrella fell from her limp hand and she sank down onto her knees, her tears adding to the puddle of rainwater on the ground around her. She had finally found it.

It was too late to go in and negotiate a price now, as much as she wanted to fling the pawn shop door open and demand the vanity set in the window like someone out of a melodrama. The shop was closed; she had seen the sign on the door. Still, she knew where it was, and she could come back first thing in the morning. Right now, she was so overwhelmingly relieved that everything else paled into insignificance.

“Are you all right?”

The voice sounded slightly alarmed but mostly confused, and Belle was shocked back into cold and rather wet reality.

“Oh. Yes. Erm.”

The man who had spoken was standing at the corner of the building under a large black umbrella, looking wary and suspicious.

“I’m fine.” Belle scrambled up onto her feet again, now very aware that she was soaked to the skin and she must look a complete fright. At least the rain hid the fact that she probably had snot dripping down her face. She had never been able to cry prettily like they did on the TV.

She was also very aware that she probably didn’t look at all fine, and the man with the umbrella wasn’t moving. Belle wasn’t sure if she was expecting him to just tip his proverbial hat to her and go about his evening as if they’d not encountered each other, but it was unnerving to be watched like that. She grabbed her fallen umbrella, perhaps to use as a weapon if nothing else; she couldn’t exactly get much wetter, so it was useless against the rain.

“I’ll, erm, I’ll be off then.”

This statement wasn’t helped by the fact that she had no idea where she was going, but away from this place before she could embarrass herself any further was probably a good idea.

“It’s the vanity set, isn’t it?”

Belle stopped in her tracks in the act of turning away, and she spun slowly back on her heel to face the man again.

“Pardon?” she asked, wishing that she didn’t sound as if she was being strangled.

“The vanity set.” He nodded towards the window that Belle had been pressed against so longingly. “I know the position of every item in that shop window and I know that’s what you’re standing in front of.”

“This is your shop?” Belle’s heart was beating hard in her mouth.

The man nodded and pointed to the sign above the door. “Mr Gold. Pawnbroker and antiquities dealer. I must say, I’ve never had anyone have quite such an emotional reaction to my wares before.”

“It’s a long story.”

“Why don’t you come in out of the rain and tell it to me whilst you dry out a bit?” Mr Gold suggested. “I have tea.”

Belle hesitated. On the one hand, she was a horror movie connoisseur, and she knew that the single young woman on her own in an unfamiliar town taking up a strange man she’d never met before on his offer of tea and warmth was a sure-fire way for her never to be seen again. On the other hand, this was real life and not a horror film. On yet another hand, real life could be even worse than horror films sometimes.

Mr Gold walked past her as she stayed rooted to the spot with indecision, and on seeing the cane and the limp, Belle calculated that she could probably run faster than him if the occasion called for it. He unlocked the door and went inside, turning on the lights and switching the sign to open. Belle watched through the window as he went through the back room, putting the lights on there as well.

That didn’t seem so bad. She decided to take a chance and she pushed the door open, slipping into the veritable Aladdin’s cave of treasures within. It was good to be out of the rain, but now, as she wiped her face, she had the added worry of dripping on the pristine polished floor. From the back room, she could hear the hiss of an electric kettle coming to the boil.

“Earl Grey or Darjeeling?” Mr Gold called.

“Erm, Earl Grey, please.”

Belle rested her umbrella in the doorway and took a couple of steps further into the shop. There was so much stuff in there, but it was all meticulously and delicately curated; she could tell that Mr Gold certainly took good care of his wares. It was amazing that it all managed to fit in the shop.

Presently Mr Gold came out of the back room again, giving her a polite smile as he passed her in the middle of the floor and making no mention of the fact she was standing there staring like a lemon. He went over to the window, hooking his cane over his arm as he unlocked the display cabinet and carefully manoeuvred the faded pink velvet cushion that held the vanity set out of the glass.

“The tea’s ready,” he said as he crossed the floor again, and this time Belle decided it would probably be a good idea to follow him. She passed through the curtain into the back room to find Mr Gold pouring out two cups from the teapot, the vanity set placed neatly on the workbench between the two chairs.

“Please, take a seat.” He indicated the chair nearest to the space heater. “The weather isn’t showing any signs of letting up, but you should be able to warm up a little.”

Belle sat down gratefully and reached out towards the vanity set, her fingers pausing over the handle of the hairbrush.

“It’s all right, you can touch,” Mr Gold said. “Is it yours?”

Belle shook her head, brushing her fingers over the familiar gold handle.

“It was my mother’s.” She couldn’t believe that she was actually here, touching it. She’d been separated from it for so long that it felt surreal. “May I ask how it came to be here?”

“I picked it up at a contents auction,” Mr Gold said. “One of the residents here in town died intestate with no next of kin, so everything was sold. It seemed like a good piece, once I’d polished it up a bit.” He paused. “May I ask how you came to be parted from it? It’s obvious that it means a lot to you.”

Belle sighed. “It’s all I have left of her. Well, all I had. My father pawned it for drinking money years ago; I’ve been trying to track it down ever since. I swear I’ve been into every pawn shop and antiques store in New England looking for it. And now it’s here, in the last place I looked.” She took a sip of the tea; it was perfectly brewed, just the way she liked it.

Mr Gold smiled. “I’m glad that you could be reunited with it.”

They didn’t speak again for a long while. Belle couldn’t stop running her fingers over the pieces, almost as if she was afraid that they would vanish into thin air if she couldn’t touch them all the time to reassure herself that they were really there.

“How much?” she asked eventually. She dreaded to think how much money she’d already blown on this ongoing trip in search of the set, but she couldn’t be put off at this late stage, not when it was quite literally within her grasp. The shop door was still unlocked. If necessary she could just grab the goods and make a run for it, although she didn’t really want to do that to Mr Gold when he had been so kind to her, taking her in and giving her tea and a warm seat.

He shook his head. “It’s yours.”

“Really, Mr Gold, I couldn’t… You bought it legitimately after all…”

“That may be, but it’s still yours. I can see how much it means to you. You shouldn’t have to pay for something so priceless.”

“I…” Belle was lost for words. “Can I at least make it up to you in another way? I’ll buy you dinner; I think I passed a diner on my way here.”

Mr Gold gave a soft chuckle. “All right. Dinner it is. I must warn you against the lasagne, but the hamburgers are good.”

He got up and went over to the precariously stacked shelves at the back of the room, finding a cardboard box and wrapping the set delicately in tissue paper before packing it neatly and wrapping the box in plastic to keep it safe from the rain. “Here you go. May we all be reunited with our loved ones one day.”

There was something slightly haunted in his face as he spoke, and Belle wondered what his own loss was. At least it explained his philanthropy in her situation.

“I think the rain might be easing a little,” he said presently, looking out of the window. A sliver of evening sun could be seen peeping through the storm clouds. “Shall we?”

Belle nodded with a smile, tucking the precious box under her arm. She was incredibly glad to have made the acquaintance of Mr Gold, pawnbroker and antiquities dealer.

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biglittlesshop · 3 years

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hermitreunited · 5 years

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Capricorn’s Horn

Daily-Fluff-Dose Day Three

Prompt: Stargazing

Characters: Klaus + Diego

Ben keeps saying, “We don’t have time for this,” which is ridiculous for a number of reasons, not least of which is that one member of their group is a time traveler. Who isn’t as good at cars as he thinks he is, but Diego’s not saying anything. Five is good at hot-wiring cars, though - maybe he would just abandon failing vehicles and steal new ones in the apocalypse. Until all the gas dried up and batteries got too old to start. He can’t keep thinking about that, or he’ll start feeling bad for the little shit. It’s more fun to roll his eyes.

He’s out of practice rolling his eyes at Ben, but he’s working on that. For a while there, it was a constant stream of awe and wonder and not taking his eyes off of him for one second because it was such a miracle he was here and alive again. Apparently he was always here. Whatever. The point is that it is incredible, but Ben is also Diego’s brother still, so he’s getting over all of that and learning to tease him again.

Ben deserves it too, he’s so concerned about them missing this concert Vanya is playing in. They’ve saved the world, they can handle a car and a concert. But Ben always has been a worrier, Diego had just forgotten how much. Although part of it might be that he can’t bear to miss out on anything now that he’s alive to experience things. That’s another train of thought Diego can’t follow or he’ll get all soppy.

He decides instead that Ben’s more Type A nowadays because so much time spent following Klaus around had aggravated that particular personality trait. Diego can relate.

Speaking of Klaus, he’s drifted away from the loose semi-circle of testosterone gathered around the steaming hood. Allison and Vanya are flying over to Chicago because they have actual jobs and schedules, but the rest of them had decided to make a trip of it.

Or Luther had decided. “For Bonding” he’d said gravely, with audible capitalization, and the rest of them hadn’t kicked up enough of a fuss to stop it from happening.

Nothing bonds better than a cold night spent shouting at each other on the side of a one lane road out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

Ben snaps at Five, “Teleportation isn’t the same as being an expert at traveling in a motor vehicles - you get that, right?”

With venom, Five sneers, “Well you never learned how to drive, but if The Horror has any automative knowledge, I’m all ears.”

Luther’s giant body is perched on the low metal railing at the edge of the shoulder. He’s quietly reading the manual, starting from page one.

So everything is going about as well as could be expected.

Diego knows that if his brothers come to blows, he’s not going to be able to responsibly intervene. Watching and laughing will be easier to get away with if he puts some distance between himself and them, so he tramples into the field they are stopped next to and joins Klaus where he’s sitting in the tall grass.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks.

Klaus points up to the sky. “There are so many stars out here.”

He’s right. There are so many stars that the sky almost seems bright, even though the night between the pinpricks of light feels blacker than any Diego has ever seen. It’s a yawning empty endless sort of black, but it’s comforting, too.

“That there? That one’s Capricorn’s Horn,” Klaus traces a finger through the darkness. It doesn’t help Diego recognize the constellation Klaus is talking about.

He says, “Really?” He can at least pretend.

“No,” Klaus says. “Do I look like Spaceboy to you? And those three over there, those are the Crustaceaniola Cluster from the Hamburger Galaxy. I’ve studied astrology, I know lots of space things.”

Diego shoves his shoulder and Klaus cackles. He doesn’t topple all the way over, like he would have, back before everything happened that week. He’s still a twig, but he’s more solid now. Diego’s glad. “You’re an idiot,” he says.

“Is that gas back there toxic or something? I’m Four, you’re Two, remember?”

Diego rolls his eyes. The expression version of shoving his dumb brother. Not that he can see it, because it’s too dark and Klaus isn’t even looking at him anyway. His face is turned up to the sky.

The chill in the air makes this whole night feel cleaner than it ever does in the city. And closer, like he could touch the stars if he just reached out a little farther.

Klaus rolls his shoulders back. “Did you want to talk to Patch?”

“What? No.” The entirely honest answer of course is that he wants to talk to her pretty much all the time. Getting his time cut short so suddenly like that left him with lots of things to say. Klaus has been sober and working on his powers, and he’s been able to talk with Patch a few amazing, heart-wrenching, times. Tonight is a rare occasion where Diego hadn’t even really been thinking about all that before Klaus brought her up, though. “I just wanted to be with you.”

Klaus looks at him then, away from the stars for the first time since Diego came over here. He doesn’t say anything, though, just watches him for a beat before looking up again. Another rare occasion. Klaus staying quiet.

He has been more quiet, lately. He’s gotten more solid and gotten more quiet. Not all the time, he can still pull off a monologue of nonsense when he gets going, but there’s these hushed moments in between that Diego hasn’t seen from Klaus before.

Diego wonders if he’s noticed. He wonders if he himself has changed in ways that his siblings see but he doesn’t. They all see a lot more of each other these days.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars,” Klaus says. “I’ve spent plenty of nights outside, but the lights of the city blocked all this out. And it was always so smokey in ‘Nam.”

It’s an opening, a good one. Diego could delve into that story, that he only has caught glimpses of so far. Clearly, the subject is not far from Klaus’ mind. But he also seems so contented. Diego doesn’t want to break that peace. His little brother spends enough time with ghosts already.

Instead, Diego says, “I’m just glad to see the moon up where it belongs.”

“How’s the big guy doing, anyway? Considering how his - ” Klaus gestures at everything around them - “all of this is going.”

“Didn’t even make it more than two hours.” Diego shakes his head. “Excellent leadership.”

Klaus slides him a sly glance. “Didn’t you work for a mechanic shop?” It doesn’t matter how dark it is, the mischief in his eyes is easy to see.

If it’s a job you can get with a GED and no experience, Diego has probably had it. He’s worked almost every restaurant position at this point, although he hadn’t finished even one full shift as a host. He’s better at stuff where he doesn’t have to deal with the customers directly, washing windows on skyscrapers, painting houses, and yes, as a mechanic for a couple months.

He nods, and answers the question Klaus is actually asking. “It’s just a loose radiator cap. Looks like a bigger deal than it is, and all you have to do is tighten it up again. Takes two seconds. Literally a child could do it.”

“Well then.” Klaus’ smile is so wide. “You’ll have to excuse me.” He flips his sparkly beaded scarf over his shoulder and goes back to the car, shouting, “Hey fuckos, Henry Ford’s ghost is here and he wants me to tell you that you’re really dumb.”

He flounces past Five and Ben’s annoyed objections and reaches into the engine. Diego wasn’t lying about the fix, it takes two seconds and a child could do it. The engine stops steaming.

The rest of the guys are wearing matching expressions of bewilderment.

Klaus has already climbed back in, so he hangs his head out the window to yell, “Chop chop boys, we don’t want to be late!”

“Oh my god,” Ben says, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long-suffering sigh.

Diego’d never tell Luther this, but it turns out he was right. The Bonding is going to be great.

#DFD #Daily Fluff Dose day 3 #tua #tua fic #long post #once again I use the prompt as more of a jumping off point that the primary plot of the thing #if this even counts as having a plot #but there are stars and there are gazes sooo I'm going with it #I actually really want to know about the rest of this boys club road trip I've cooked up now #maybe later prompts this month will fit in to this #Klaus claiming to pass on insults from famous dead people is one of my favorite headcanons #I'm glad it got to make an appearance here!#tua ficlet

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i’m really just living for powerless and i need more. oxygen may run out soon. need it now. 😂😂

Dude 😂😂 I literally thought you were talking about yourself. Like you were powerless and I was like “What? What are you talking about?”. I needed a second to realize 😂

Thanks for liking it so much but it’s not worth dying over 😂 jk.

As always I’d love to hear your thoughts. I love seeing your reactions and it makes me feel happy when I get to talk to you. So please, leave some comments and we can chat.

Powerless - Chapter 4

Waking up feeling better than ever, Beca stretchedher muscles high over her head and was pleasantly surprised to found out thatshe wasn’t sore. Energy was crushing through her veins and she felt ready tostart the day.

As she turned on her side to leave the bed, thedoor busted open bouncing off the wall with a loud thud. Two men rushed intothe room and grabbed her by her shoulders, roughly trying to yank her to thefloor.

Beca screamed in fright and instinctively foughtback, leaning backwards to get away from their hold. One of them seized herwrist and pulled hard but Beca quickly pushed forward with her palm against hischest, sending the man tumbling into the wall. The other man halted at theunexpected counter attack and Beca took advantage, pushing him to the floor,hearing a satisfying crack as his head smashed backward, knocking himunconscious.

Breathing heavily, Beca stared at her palms equallysurprised and afraid at the ability she didn’t have a few days ago. Not wantingto waste a second before one of them got up and stroke again, Beca spring outof the bed and without thinking, jumped out of the window.

She closed her eyes mid-air and when she openedthem, she was on the ground and her bones still intact. Glancing up at herwindow, she spotted him watching her with fury displayed on his features. If hewas surprised about her ability, he hid it well.

“Watch your back, 24. I’m going to put you backinto the lab today even if I have to drag you myself.” An evil smirk appearedon his lips, which caused a shiver to ran down Beca’s spine. “We have some newexperimenting to do.”

Beca clenched her jaw and tore her gaze away,running from the backyard towards the school.

“Here you are! I’ve been trying to reach you sinceyesterday, you jerk. You had me worried!” Stacie exclaimed angrily as shestopped behind Beca, who was standing in front of her locker putting her booksaway.

The brunette turned around and rolled her eyes. Shetried to disguise her jumpiness and fidgeting all day long, watching over herback with one eye, his voice loud and clear in her mind. “I texted you where Iwas. You know why I had to leave.”

“It doesn’t matter. I was still worried.” Stacielowered her tone, her features softening slightly. “What happened?”

Beca shook her head and directed her eyes to thefloor. “Nothing that I couldn’t handle. It’s over anyway.”

Stacie swept her eyes over her petite figure,trying to find anything that would give her a hint about what happened. UsuallyBeca was forthcoming with details to Stacie but withdrawn when she reallydidn’t want to talk about something. Knowing prying wouldn’t lead to anything, Staciedecided to leave it for today. Beca would tell her if she wanted to.

While they stood in silence, Stacie noticedsomebody from the corner of her eyes and turned to the left, catching ChloeBeale walking by them, sending a smile toward Beca, causing the smallerbrunette to blush slightly and send a smile back. The leggy brunette mouthgaped open as the redhead disappeared down the hallway.

“Did Chloe Beale just smile at you? Okay, when didthat happen? Wha – Beca?”

Beca turned camisole and shut her locker, headingtoward the cafeteria for lunch. “I – um ran into her yesterday. Turns out sheknows my name and everything. Totally didn’t see that coming.” She left out thepart where Chloe found her unconscious on the floor.

“Beca, she’s the hottest girl in school.” Stacieinformed her with her eyebrow raised. “Well, beside Aubrey…and of course, me.But how did you get her to like you?” For a second, she got lost inside herhead. “Just imaging if I was into redheads… We would rule the world.” Staciestated like it was obvious.

Beca chose to ignore the last part. “Wow, wow, slowdown. She does not like me. We only had one conversation and it wasn’t anythingspecial. Just regular…awkward small talk that I love so much. Besides, I don’tthink she’s even gay.”

Stacie deadpanned as they turned the corner andwalked through the cafeteria door. “Beca. Are you blind? Chloe loves people ingeneral. Just like me she doesn’t see gender, she sees the person inside.”

“And how would you know that?” Beca asked, grabbingher regular hamburger from the shelf.

Stacie shrugged. “We hang out in the same circle. She’ssuper nice. Not like all the other cheerleaders. She totally breaks thestereotype.” She bobbed her head.

“Just admit it she’s hot.” Stacie urged as theystepped outside the building onto the grass and sat down with their lunches.

Beca felt like the only thing she does when she’shanging out with Stacie is rolling her eyes. “Fine, yes, she’s super hot. Shehas a banging body and her eyes are like killer blue. Like you could drown inthem it’s so blue. Are you happy now?”

“Wow, so many compliments already? You haven’t evenasked me out yet.”

Beca’s eyes widen in horror as the distinctivevoice of Chloe Beale sounded behind her all of a sudden. Beca’sdeer-caught-in-the-headlights expression was priceless and Stacie clapped ahand over her mouth to try and hold back her laughter. She saw Chloe smirk downat the girl.

“Hey, Chloe.” Stacie smiled widely.

The redhead directed her gaze toward the leggybrunette and smiled genuinely. “Hi, Stacie. How are you?”

“I’m great, thanks.” Stacie answered, looking backat Beca. “That was the best thing I’ve seen in my life.”

Beca snapped out of her daze at the dig. “Hey! Notcool.” She whispered to her.

“Stace, do you mind giving Beca and I a second? You’llhave her back soon.” Chloe spoke up.

Beca’s eyes rounded as Stacie easily nodded andprepared to stand up. Beca seized her arm and tried to keep her down. “What thefuck? Don’t leave me.”

“You can thank me later.” Stacie whispered backbefore rolling her eyes at the dramatics and smiled eagerly at the redhead. “She’sall yours. Take all the time you need.”

Chloe thanked Stacie and sat down opposite Beca. Thebrunette had trouble meeting the redhead’s eyes after her comment that wasn’tsupposed to be overheard. Chloe originally wanted to tease Beca further, likingthe pinkness on her cheeks but as she took in the girl, her smile softenedremembering the last time they saw each other.

“Hi.” She said kindly, tilting her head down to tryand catch Beca’s gaze. “Thought I’d check up on you. Are you feeling better?”

Beca snapped her head back before waving her handdismissively. “Oh that… I – I’m fine. Totally. It was not a big deal.”

Chloe looked skeptical but nodded. “I don’t know.I’ve never fainted before but if you say so. Did you at least go to the doctor?Or at least the school nurse?”

“I didn’t but my dad’s a doctor…he checked me out.There’s nothing wrong. Just…too much happening at once.” Beca thought backabout the unexplainable affect her body went through two days ago.

“I can relate to that… I almost lost my mind duringfinals last year. Cheerleader championship were on the same week as my two lastfinals and Aubrey almost didn’t want to let me leave the gym. I had to studybetween breaks.” Chloe smiled as she recalled the stress she was under but nowshe could laugh about it.

There was a dull in the conversation before Chloesmiled cheekily. “What about my date then?”

Beca panicked, looking everywhere but at Chloe.“I-I…wh – “

“Beca, I’m totes kidding.” Chloe laughed beforesmirking. “But if you really want to…we can arrange that…” The redhead winkedat the smaller girl and passing her a piece of paper. “We go to Tommy’s Burger almostevery day with my friends. You can join if you want to. Call me.” She said beforegetting up from her place and leaving Beca dumbfoundedly watching her walkaway.

Gaping Beca glanced down at the paper founding tendigits wrote in pink ink with the name Chloeat the bottom. Beca scanned around, thinking it must be a prank that thecheerleaders were pressuring Chloe to execute and someone was going to jump outof somewhere and…do something; Beca didn’t know.

At the back entrance, she spotted Stacie watchingher and unconsciously she held up the paper. Stacie’s jaw hung open before shesquealed and ran up to her.

“No way! You scored her number?! Lucky bustard.”

“Stacie, I don’t know what to do with this?!” Becaadmitted awkwardly.

Stacie rolled her eyes then sat down in heroriginal seat. “It’s not rocket science. Just call her and she’ll take control.Chloe’s like that.”

Beca frowned her eyebrows at the little snippet ofinformation. “I didn’t know you knew her so well.”

“I don’t need to. I can see it in her eyes.” Staciesmirked. “She’s feisty.”

“Okay.” Beca said finally and stood up, leaving herfriend laughing behind her.

“Subject is currently unavailable.” The bodyguardspoke out strongly as he stepped inside the laboratory, the professor sittingat his desk going through research data.

“I said get her. Was I unclear?” His gaze remainedon the paper, tone ever so calm.

“She’s in school. It’s not advised to proccedfurther until she’s out of the building. She’ll be vulnerable and we can ambushwhen she’s alone.”

“Didn’t you see the security camera footage fromthis morning?” He turned to look at the man. “She’ll never bevulnerable…something happened to her and I need to find out what! She foughtoff two of my men that were twice her size and jumped out of the window withoutinjury. The trial was successful. I needher. Now!”

The guard’s face turned serious and he noddeddetermined. “Yes, professor.”

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #Beca x Chloe #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #spiderman #spiderman au #marvel universe #fanfiction #requests #ask me anything #send me asks #loved to hear from you

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 6 years

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Drake x Emma ch.1

In honor of fanfic day I am posting my very first one! It's nothing spectacular but I had fun writing it. I actually have several of these written, some are based off the stories, some are not, some are steamy, some are not (this one's not) All the characters/original storyline are all Choices The Royal Romance books. I'll probably venture into others at some point but who knows. Enjoy!

Drake looked out of the window of the airplane as the lights of NYC came into view. He couldn’t wait to land as he had always wanted to go. All of Cordonia was about to enter the Social Season. Drake sighed just thinking about it. His best friend, Liam, was the Crown Prince of Cordonia and from now on he would be the center of the noble world. Drake was already used to this, of course, as he had grown up with it, forever in Liam’s shadow. It would be really annoying if Liam weren’t so damn likeable. Seriously, how does a PRINCE keep so humble and lighthearted? So he was really looking forward to this trip, this private Bachelor party, just him, Liam, Maxwell, and Tariq. Personally he thought someone couldn’t get more annoying than Maxwell, and Tariq….well all he talked about was fashion and shoes. Drake didn’t mind though. This was Liam’s party and that’s what mattered. He would do literally anything for his best friend. Liam was the only person who never judged him for being a “commoner” and had his back more times than he could count. They were an odd friendship, but Drake wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once the plane touched down and they deposited their bags into their fancy hotel suite they headed out. Drake was an expert at finding dive bars. Probably his best talent and although not much, he prided himself in it. After all, he went on so many royal tours and hated every minute of them….unless he found a dive bar by himself. He didn’t mind being alone, it comforted him in a way. And so he led the men to the first bar that was off the beaten path and looked clean. Liam wanted to take a picture of the bar sign, to “commemorate” the first place they went. A server came and sat Maxwell, Tariq, and himself down at a booth then ran into the back. A few moments later Drake looked up from his menu as their waitress began speaking….”My name is Emma and I’ll be taking care of you guys tonight! My colleague, Daniel, had a hot date and had to run”. Drake saw her wink at the server who had seated them as he called over his shoulder “Thanks Emma, I owe you one!” as he ran out the door. “So, what can I get you?” She smiled brightly at him and he lost all train of thought as he looked into her blue/green eyes. Holy crap, this girl is cute. Drake shook his head and came out of his trance as Tariq was explaining that he needed the finest bottle of champagne and a big New York Strip Steak. Drake groaned inwardly. Seriously? At a bar?? But Emma didn’t miss a beat. “Sorry, I’m afraid the closest thing we have to a steak is our deluxe hamburger! It comes with A1 Steak Sauce.” It was time to step up. “Thanks, just bring us 4 burgers and a pitcher of beer.” Emma looked at him and raised an eyebrow “Four?” Drake nodded his head toward the door, where Liam came striding in. He sees Emma and breaks into a huge smile. “Sorry, I needed to act like a tourist for a moment. I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” Emma stared at him, surprised. “Oh! Um, no problem, your friend just placed an order, I’ll go put it in!” and then she disappeared in the back. Ah yes, there it is. Of course, of COURSE she would get flustered at the sight of Liam. This guy’s mere presence affects every woman he ever comes into contact with.” Drake sighed. Oh well. He was used to this and things would only get worse once they were back in Cordonia. One pretty American waitress didn’t stand a chance against the line of suitors Liam had back at the palace.

After they had eaten and drank a fair share of beers, the 4 men stood up to leave. Drake, Maxwell, and Tariq headed outside while Liam hung back. A few minutes later he comes out with a smile “Emma has agreed to be a sort of tour guide for us. She’ll be taking us to a club called “Kismet” Supposedly it’s the hottest club around”. Drake was instantly annoyed. This was a bachelor party! Bachelor parties do not and should not include women. Unless they were stripping and he highly doubted Emma twilighted as a stripper. A moment later the door opened and Emma stepped out. Holy. Shit. She had on a low cut green dress that flattered every single curve of her body. Drake couldn’t help staring. “Wow….you look… You look beautiful.” “Gee thanks” she replied with a laugh. “Glad my uniform is so horrendous.” But she had a glint in her eye and he knew she was joking. She was completely mesmerizing.

She took them by the subway to the club and Drake had a good laugh at Tariq’s horror about it. This guy is too much. Typical noble. When they arrived at the club she went up to the bouncer and whispered something in his ear. The bouncer nodded and she flashed him a smile. Then she motioned for them to follow. “Daaaaammmnnnnn this place is awesome!!!!” Maxwell jumped up and down. “I’ll be on the dance floor!” Drake decided to head straight to the bar and he really didn’t care what Tariq did. As he waited for his drink he glanced over to where he had left Emma and Liam. They were both smiling and looked to be having a good time. Drake scowled. I can’t get a break from a hot girl throwing herself at Liam. He turned back to his drink as a horrible thought occurred. She seems bright and easy-going….Liam better not take advantage of that. He’s getting married, he can’t be doing this. He better not hurt her.” Drake had no idea where that thought came from. He glanced over again but they were gone. He looked all around the club but they were nowhere in sight. Ugh.

The next morning Drake was waiting on the plane to head back to Cordonia. Maxwell had muttered something about having “business to attend to” and rushed off early in the morning. Liam and Tariq had already departed on a different flight. He heard voices coming from the Tarmac…Is that…..” but before he could finish his thought Maxwell stepped onto the plane…..with Emma. As Maxwell explained that he decided to sponsor her tor the Social Season and Liam’s courtship, Drake got increasingly annoyed. Does he seriously want to humiliate her? In front of an entire country?? “So Emma, you really think you can handle this? Being in the spotlight 24/7 and fighting for Liam’s affection?” He said it with a smirk. He already knew the answer was a resounding NO. She was so hopelessly naïve about what she was getting into it was adorable. “Well, to be honest Drake, you’re really more my type. I was never into glitz and glamour.” She held his gaze. She said that with a straight face. “Heh. You’re going to be trouble, I can tell.” Drake smiled to himself for the rest of the flight.

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sittingoverheredreaming · 6 years

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Part three of HaruMichi BatB! See the masterpost for previous installments. And as always, comments are the best!

The sun was Haruka’s only hint at the time. The room she’d been given had two small windows, facing south, just large enough to stick her head out of. They bore heavy red velvet curtains that cast her into eternal night when closed. Open, though… she managed to pin one side to the wall with an understuffed armchair that had been in the corner.

It was morning, now. The sunlight glittered on the dew-wet tree tops. Haruka tried to see her truck through the leaves, but she could not even find the road. It wouldn’t matter if she could find her way to it, though. There was nothing but trees as far as she could see, and without gas she did not trust she’d make it back to civilization.

“It’s a bit too small if you’re trying to escape.”

Haruka jumped, banging her head on the top of the window. She bit her lip to keep from swearing. Behind her was… at first she saw nothing, but then it moved. A little ripple in the light, the faintest shadow of a human form… two human forms. The ghosts the mon- the ghosts Michiru had mentioned.

“Oh dear!” the shorter one said, scurrying to Haruka’s side, arms posed like she held up voluminous unseen skirts. “We didn’t mean to startle you! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little bump.”

The little ghost stretched to reach Haruka’s head. Her fingers ruffled through her hair like a winter breeze. Haruka shivered, but the pain receded.

“I’m Usagi.” The ghost dipped into something like a curtsy. “And this is Makoto. Do you by chance know my daughter?”

The ghost did not have any discernible facial features, but Haruka could feel the eagerness radiate from her. She felt a tug of deep sadness. If the mansion was as old as it seemed, the ghost’s daughter was probably long gone.

“I’m not from around here, sorry.”

“That’s a pity, my daughter has probably grown into a wonderful lady you’d be lucky to know. Or…” the ghost spun excitedly. “It’s a good thing, because if my daughter is your age, you’d surely fall in love with her instead of--”

“Usagi.”

The small ghost made herself smaller. “Sorry.”

Makoto came forward, gliding rather than walking. “Our Lady Michiru believed you may need company.”

“Oh, no, I’m alright, you guys don’t need to—“

“But we want to!” Usagi butted in again. “We haven’t had a visitor in… in…” She froze, fading in and out of full color and clarity. She was round and blonde, with blue eyes wide in horror. “It’s been…” She rose a transparent hand to her opaque face. “We are…”

Makoto flashed into clarity and put a solid hand on Usagi’s shoulder. They both calmed back to shadows.

“Well,” Usagi said, as though nothing had happened, “it’s been several years, at least. So we could use the company as much as you could!”

Haruka forced a smile. “Alright then.” If she stayed here, would she face the same fate? Had the creature trapped these two women years ago, and now that they had died or done whatever had put them in this limbo, she’d decided she needed another?

“Do not be afraid,” Makoto said gently, as though sensing Haruka’s thoughts. “We are Michiru’s handmaidens, while she is trapped here so are we.” She turned to the door. “Would you allow us to give you a tour?”

“Um, sure.”

They took her through various sitting rooms, the kitchen, a library and even a wine cellar. Usagi advised her on the many nooks and crannies where you might— not that she had, that would be irresponsible as a lady’s maid, but still, you might— sneak a suitor in to have a moment alone. Makoto was more practical, she told Haruka where the entrance to the walled gardens was, if she would like to go outside, and all the staircases that led to the floor her bedroom was on.

They came upon a staircase that neither of them said a word about. Haruka stopped. “Is that where she told me not to go?”

Both ghosts froze. “Yes,” Makoto said. “And you’d best keep to that.”

“Why?”

“Haruka! Michiru is a lady.” Haruka had the keen sense that Usagi had her hands on her hips. “She can’t have someone like you in her chambers. It would be improper.”

Makoto hurried them both along. Haruka wondered if that was the whole story, or if it was true at all.

“What else can you tell me about her?”

“Generally,” Makoto said sternly, “if you want to know about someone, you should ask them directly.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

She softened. “You’re afraid.”

“No!” Haruka’s stubbornness got the better of her. “I would never, I just—“

“She was made to be frightening,” Usagi said quietly. “I was scared for a while, too.” Her shadow shrunk down smaller than ever. “It hurts our Lady. She could always be scary, but she got to choose when.”

“She was not nice, but nor was she cruel. Her family took care of the town, and employed many of its people, and she had no need to extend more kindness than that.”

“What happened, then?”

“Oh Haruka,” Usagi said. “You can’t expect us to spill all her secrets for her.”

Haruka could not help but smile a little. “I’m beginning to think you’re plotting something.”

“It would do Michiru good to have company aside from us.” Makoto sighed. “She does not like to admit to loneliness, but it’s clear she’s suffering.”

Part of Haruka wanted to shout that she, too, would suffer when kept as a prisoner, especially with something that, while they spoke highly of her, was still clearly a monster, but she thought better of it. “She did seem… sad, last night.”

Usagi nodded her shadowy head. “She wanted so badly to impress you!”

That, perhaps more than anything else, rang true to Haruka. The creature had tried so had to grasp the silverware, and Haruka had pretended not to see but all she could wonder was why she did not simply eat with her claws, if it was what she was accustomed to. She felt bad, now, for how she’d reacted. Michiru had been, it seemed, a person. Still was, probably, despite how she looked. Haruka’s cheeks flushed with shame. She knew what it was like, to be treated as less than you were.

She thought for a long moment. “Could the two of you convince her to come to dinner again?”

“We can try.”

“And the kitchens will make anything I want? Even if it’s not a food that you guys would know?”

“It should, yes.”

“Haruka, are you plotting too?”

She laughed. “I think I just might be.”

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Haruka made her way to the dining room that evening and was pleased to find exactly what she’d wanted. The table bore a large plate of hamburgers and a practical troph of fries. She deeply wished she could send a pic of it to Mina, it was a party dream come true.

She took a seat towards the middle, so that wherever Michiru sat there would not be so much distance between them.

The shadows from the windows grew longer. The food stayed magically warm, but Haruka still worried. Her misgivings about trying to befriend a monster, her captor, began to rise in her stomach again.

There was a rustle outside the door. Haruka caught a glimpse of a scaly tail in the crack it was open. Michiru was pacing outside. Haruka surprised herself by thinking there was something almost endearing in it.

“Please come in,” she said as steadily as she could.

Michiru came to the door, half hiding behind it. “What is this?”

“They’re hamburgers.” Haruka took one. “They’re good. You eat them like this.” She rose it to her mouth and took a bite.

“If all you seek is to poke fun—“

“No, no! I like them.” She took some fries, hoping to drive the point home. “I thought you might too.”

Michiru hesitated, but then slowly approached the table. She took a seat again at the end of the table and took a burger as gingerly as she might handle porcelain. Her claws strained the bun but did not pierce it.

She looked at it with suspicion, then glanced to Haruka. “What is the year?”

Haruka swallowed her bite quickly. “2018.”

“Ah.” She turned back to the food. “And people… eat with their hands now?”

“Sometimes, yeah. For burgers and pizza, and stuff. We don’t eat steak or whatever by picking it up like this.”

“Oh.” She looked at the meat. “Is this not a steak?”

“It’s beef, yeah, but if there’s bread like this, we use our hands.”

“Like with hors de’ouvers.”

“Sure.”

Haruka watched, hopefully not in ant way that was weird, as Michiru chanced a bite. Her gaunt face twisted the moment it was in her mouth. “Oh dear, it’s quite… well, I should hope I’m not being rude, but it’s absolutely disgusting.”

Haruka laughed. “Yeah, we probably have way worse taste than people did in your day.”

“I would say so.”

They made eye contact, smiling at each other for the first time.

“We’ll try something else tomorrow, I’ll try and figure out—“

“Tomorrow?”

“Well, yeah, you said it was proper to have dinner together every day. Or do you mean you want something else now?”

“Oh no, you don’t need to worry on my behalf.” She looked down at her plate, limp hair falling over her shoulder. For a moment, Haruka could see how the motion would look on a person, on a woman who might be called beautiful. “You have been very kind to me, and I have not repaid you as such.”

“You don’t gotta…”

“Do you wish to leave?”

Haruka shut her mouth, suspicious of a trick.

“I can’t keep you here, I know. I acted selfishly, and I want you to go freely.”

“Well, I can’t get far without gas for my truck, and I know you can’t give me any.”

“I apologize.”

“Don’t worry about it. Can we make a deal?” Michiru nodded. “My roommate will come looking for me. Can I stay here until she finds me? She’s tenacious, she’ll make it eventually.”

“That sounds fair.”

“And until then, we can always have dinner together. And maybe…” Haruka wracked her brains for a good gesture of faith. “Makoto told me about the gardens, but didn’t take me. Maybe tomorrow you could show me around?”

Michiru pushed her burger around her plate, a small smile breaking across her face. “I would like that, Haruka.”

Haruka stopped just short of saying “It’s a date.” Life had gotten very strange very fast.

#sam writes #harumichi batb #this is the critical moment I’ve never kept up with a fic series past three chapters #but chapter four excites me a lot so! I think I’ll make it!#harumichi

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scott-magill · 3 years

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Shadow-Blessed Ep. 6

I pulled up the location for Ruby’s meet-up address on my tablet. I took the time to memorize the directions, not wanting to split my focus as I walked. It was only an eight minute walk from the library to the address in the letter. While I walked, the living shadow played a melody in my mind. It pulled sounds from the city streets and turned them into instruments. The song didn’t feel like a distraction. I was still aware of my surroundings. Instead, the shadow song heightened my awareness of things growing closer and passing me by. Before I knew it I was standing outside a restaurant called Hamburger Mary’s. The exterior did little to prepare me for the blast of color of the interior. Hot pink and electric blue filled my vision as I took in the scene. Ruby was sitting in a booth facing the empty stage. Suspended televisions played music videos all around the restaurant.

I pointed at Ruby and the host nodded, letting me walk to the table without comment. She‘d already ordered something round and deep fried. Surprise lit her face when I stepped up to the table. I guess she didn’t expect me to show up. I still wasn’t certain that it was the right decision. She’d given me one hell of an offer with her care package. It was proof positive of what she had to offer me but I’d done nothing to prove my worth. She was taking it on faith that I could help her. If her perception of me was formed completely on that file she’d shown me, she could want me to kill someone for her. It had called me an assassin. While I’d killed Vincent and didn’t mind the idea of hurting the hunters that were coming after me, I didn’t want to think of myself as being that cold-blooded. If she wanted a killer she was looking at the wrong witch. I slid into my side of the booth. The waiter came to drop a margarita off to her.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked me.

“Just a water,” I said.

“I’ll be right back with that.” He left us alone.

“Your idea of a safe meeting place is a drag queen themed dinner?” I asked Ruby.

“Would you have thought to look here for a rogue assassin or a valuable hacker?” she asked. When she put it like that I couldn’t fault her. Those descriptions made it sound like we belonged in the criminal underground. Someone would be looking for us back at that market before they checked a restaurant like this.

“I‘m not familiar enough with the area to know where to look.” Even if what I said was true, I could have agreed with her. I needed to know her better if I was going to agree to work with her. That didn’t mean reading a bunch of statistics about her. A life on the run isn’t easy. She had the possibility to make it more comfortable but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t face any adversity. I didn’t know if she’d be able to handle that?

“You’re the sort of person who likes to argue, aren’t you?” she asked.

“It depends on the topic,” I said with a smile.

“The waiter’s coming back. You should get something. It’s gotta be better than the fast food you grabbed on your way to the library,” she said.

“Are you two ready to order?” the waiter asked, setting my water down in front of me.

“I’ll have the 'yolk’s on you' burger. Medium well please with fries,” Ruby said.

“I’ll take the 'black jack' medium with fries,” I said.

“Great, I’ll have that out in a few,” the waiter said.

“How long have you been watching my movements?” I asked once the waiter was out of hearing range.

“Not long. It’s not hard for me to find things out if there’s any kind of electronic trail,” she said. I knew from other people’s reactions in the marketplace that she’d been here for long enough to gain respect. I didn’t even know I was coming to Orlando until I was running. Either she had very good timing or she had a touch of precognition in her wheelhouse.

“Why me? There have to be plenty of people here that you can work with,” I said.

“I’m not much of a fighter. There’s this guy who wants to recruit me,” she said.

“Agent Boone?”

“No. Someone much scarier than a government agent in over his head. Have you ever met a witch with the power of compulsion?” she asked. She dropped her voice a little and I saw the worry on her face. I might have scared her a little when I threatened her at our previous meeting but whoever she was talking about now terrified her.

“Yes. Temperance Alessandra. She leads the Coven,” I said.

“Right so you know better than most how to handle this shit,” she said. Compulsion was a rare gift, rarer still were witches who can do more than get out of parking tickets with it. If she was running from someone with even close to Temperance’s strength it was amazing she’d gotten away in the first place. I’d run without going back for any of my things because there was no escape once Coven Leader Alessandra got to you.

“There isn’t any handling it. There’s just running. You run or you die,” I said.

“Or you become a helpless meat puppet,” she added.

“Where is the witch you’re running from?” I asked.

“He’s based in Las Vegas.”

“Is he coming for you himself?”

“Not so far,” she said.

“So you thought you’d hire me to kill him for you?”

“No! I’d never send you anywhere near him. He’s dangerous enough on his own. I don’t want to think about what he would do with your power,” she said.

“Then what are you expecting from me?” I asked.

“I get that you’re not an assassin. But you are a fighter. With your skills for combat magic and my technomancy we could keep all of our enemies off our backs.”

“Why not go to the Coven with this? They’d shelter you. Whoever this guy is he doesn’t have the strength to take them on or he’d have tried by now,” I said. That or they’d send someone to deal with him.

“They’re not exactly warm and fuzzy either. I just want to be free to live my life. Going to them would mean giving up freedom in a different way.”

The waiter brought our burgers to the table. We politely declined his offer to get us anything else. Ruby’s situation was closer to my own than I’d imagined. Even if this witch wasn’t on the Coven’s level, he scared her enough to inspire horror when she talked about him. I couldn’t ignore that. Adding another powerful enemy to my list wasn’t the smartest idea. I didn’t know that I could leave Ruby to her fate and still consider myself a decent person though. Abandoning her now, was too cold. That’s probably the level of heartlessness Vincent wanted to cultivate in me. Maybe she was right and our combined skill sets would give us the freedom we both wanted. I couldn’t know that for sure. But I knew that she needed help. And I was lonely. Taking her with me didn’t feel like dooming her to a life of danger like it would have for anyone else. I knew before our waiter was back to the kitchen that Ruby and I were leaving this restaurant together.

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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26.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celsius)? ...yes. Literally every year. There’s usually a week or two in January when it gets down to -50 to -75 F.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Maybe when I was a teenager? I’ve definitely been caught in the rain, not sure about a thunderstorm tho.

What’s your favorite macaron flavor? I’ve actually never had a macaron! But I don’t like meringue so I don’t think I’d enjoy them.

How often do you have friends over to your house? Literally never.

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? YES. The assistant manager at the last job I had was insane. She tried to tell me that I wasn’t allowed to leave town on the weekends in case they needed me. LOL girl bye.

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? 0, covid.

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? Noooo.

What about a flip off of a diving board? I’ve never even been on a diving board.

Are you embarrassed by your school yearbook photos? I believe in the 10th or 11th grade I hated them but I was on the yearbook committee so I finessed some new ones to put in hehehe.

Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? I believe I learned at school.

Currently how many pictures are on your cellphone? 9,008.

Do you think dimples are cute? Oh hell yeah.

Would you rather chew fruity or minty gum? Minty.

The last time you went to the mall, who did you go with? Beebs!

What’s something you used to collect when you were younger? Rocks and lip balm.

Have you watched a movie today? Yes! We went to see Dracula.

Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? We went to an indoor garage sale a couple weeks ago.

Do you love soft pretzels? They’re alright. They smell better than they taste in my opinion.

Who was the last person who cried around you? Why did they start crying? Was it unexpected? Does my dog count? Bc she’s just a drama queen and I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

Are you more likely to like someone before you really know them, or do you feel you like them more after you know a lot about them? True love is when you like them a ton before you actually really know them and then like them even more after.

Do you buy people cards on special occasions, or do you prefer to make your own? I honestly think cards are a huge waste of money so if I do give one, I made it. But I have a Circuit and I’m pretty creatively inclined so it’s pretty easy.

When was the last time you were being hypocritical? It sounds pompous but I honestly think I'm too self aware to by hypocritical.

Where on your body was the last cramp you had? Why did you have this cramp? My hip, because I was sitting weird.

What is the weirdest name you’ve ever heard? Someone I know named their kid Emanda. Unsure if its pronounced ee-manda or just regular Amanda. Haven’t wanted to ask. Another named their kid Albrea. I just call her Algebra. And another named their kid Annekke, pronounced Anika. She will forever be a-neek-ee to me.

Do you get embarrassed when people hear you sing/compliment you on your singing ability? Bold of you to assume I ever let anybody sing.

Are you good at comforting people when they’re upset? I’m the big sister to like a bajillion children. Yes I’m good at it.

Do you have any exercises you do everyday? Newp.

Do you own one of those singing fish? Do you think they are silly or funny? Hahaha I don’t but I literally just saw a Billy Bass at a thrift store yesterday. They were funny then and they’re funny nostalgic now.

Has anyone ever accused you of being bipolar or any other mental disorder? Do you really have any mental disorders? I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder but no one’s accused me of having it because like...it’s pretty obvious?

Did you buy the last thing you bought with your own money? If not, whose money did you buy it with? Haha yes! We bought movie tickets, a drink, and peanut butter m&ms.

Do you like to put your feet up on the dashboards of cars? Do you parents yell at you if you do that in cars? Our car is too short for that but yeah, my parents always yelled at me for it when I was young.

Which Beatle is your favorite, or do you love them all equally? I wouldn’t say I loved any of them but John Lennon is absolute hot garbage.

Do you enjoy classic rock? If so, who are some of your favorite classic rock artists? Uh...not really?

Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? Yes! They were all the rage in the 6th grade.

Are you more of a dog or cat person?/ Dog, definitely.

Have you ever failed math? I very, VERY narrowly passed the last math course I needed to graduate and I did the math and because of the mark I got on my final, I should have failed by 3% but I got 1% over what I needed to pass. Pretty sure my math teacher just didn’t want to deal with me taking the course over so he passed me BUT my math could have been wrong, haha.

Skittles! What's your favorite color? Lordt. I haven’t purchased skittles in ages. I think I remember red being my favorite?

Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? Yeah, actually.

What would you want your last words to be if you could choose them? I would just want my husband to know how much I love him and that I’ll be waiting for him in whatever form of afterlife there is.

Can you sleep with the light on? If I'm dead tired.

What’s the most bizarre horror movie you’ve ever seen? I mean...Dracula is supposed to be a horror movie. The only thing horrific about it was the acting.

What band can’t you stand listening to? I honestly can’t think of one right now.

Would you ever take a lie detector test for your significant other? I mean, if I had to? But we trust each other 100% and I’m brutally honest about everything so he would never require that from me.

What is your favorite Mystery/Crime/FBI related show? Murder, Mystery, & Makeup Mondayssss! Sha na sha sha na sha sha na sha sha sha na shaaaaaaaa!

Would you ever have a bird as a pet? Absolutely not.

How's your relationship between you and your grandparents? I love my mom’s parents to bits. My grandma is one of my absolute favorite people in the world and my grandpa is very quiet but he has a lot of really sweet moments. My dad’s parents are awful fuckin people. My grandfather died like 5 years ago and I really had to try hard to feign sympathy about it to him. My grandmother is still kicking it but we haven’t spoken in over a decade for good reason. She also changed their joint Facebook account to just her Facebook account less than a week after he died loooool. She hated him as much as I did I think. And then my bio dad’s dad is dead but he was also a piece of shit but his mom is a sweetie. We facetime every so often and she holds the phone a grand total of 6 inches away from her face the entire time and tells me the same stories over and over. Bu

Ever had a forbidden love or lover? Newp.

Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? No, thank god.

Do you know someone who’s been cremated? My grandma’s dog.

What is your current problem? My eyes are blurry because I’m tired.

Do you like canopy beds? Tbh, canopy beds are the epitome of glamor in my eyes.

What is your favorite animated movie? Onward.

Would you rather live in a small town or a big city? I like medium cities. You won’t get mugged walking down the street, traffic doesn’t absolutely suck, and you can get clear across town in 15 minutes.

If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue, what animal would it be and why? Uh? Why am I in trouble? Why can’t I call a human? What’s happening here?

Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? I tried watching a couple episodes but it didn’t pique my interest.

Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? Noooo. Beebs loves them though so he tries to make me love them and it’s just not happenin, buddy.

Last alcoholic drink you had? No idea tbh.

What are you known for? For being talented and having big hair.

Has anyone ever threatened you? Oh yeah. There was this one guy who was constantly sending me really graphic messages about how he wanted to put a gun to my head and kill me or he hoped I would get XYZ and die. I tried to block him but he would immediately make 3 more accounts to send me the same shit.

Have you ever gone frog hunting? Noooo.

Do you ever suffer from dry skin? Yessss. My body is the Sahara.

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? No, I sleep with a husband.

What’s the weather like right this moment? It’s rainy!

Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? Nah.

In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? Beeb’s bedroom. His stepfather interrupted and made him come outside to talk to him for some reason and then very weirdly pointed out his half boner? V. uncomfortable all around.

Where is your mother’s side of the family descended from? Somewhere where white people come from idk.

What do you occupy your time with on flights? iPad games usually.

Do you dog-ear pages in books? No, I’m not a heathen.

What’s a made up word of yours? We call pickles ‘pickies’ and hamburgers ‘borgers’ or ‘borgs’ because we’re gross.

Do you use Q-Tips? In my ears? No. To clean out tight spaces of things I've thrifted? Yes.

Ever gone out with somebody you didn’t like? Noooo.

What hero or heroine do you most relate to in history, fiction, or song? ....No.

What makes you dizzy? Getting up too fast usually.

Are your parents liberal or conservative? Bleh, conservative. If you have liberal parents, consider yourself blessed.

Do you like your teeth? Did you have braces? I got away with having just an appliance/Invisaligns but I still don’t like my teeth. They’re perfectly straight and white enough but I have body dysmorphia and for some reason I think they’re atrocious and I hate them??? I can’t explain it.

Are you happy with your height? I’m 5′11 and I wish I was shorter sometimes. Hugging my husband would be easier.

#survey

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nebulous-frog · 7 years

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A Day in the Life of a Fast Food Employee

Summary: Phil works at McDonald’s and just wants to go home when a huge family comes in and orders obnoxiously, but it’s okay because Uncle Dan is incredibly attractive.

(Based partly on my own experiences working in fast food)

Word Count: 2660

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Warnings: swears and an irrationally angry lady, very brief mention of existence of homophobic slurs, food mentions

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

Phil was counting down the hours until he finally got to leave work for the night. He had an eight hour shift from noon until eight and it was only three o’ clock but he was already so bored. People would come in to order their food in waves of about 20 people but, in the time between those waves, the dining room went very quiet and very still.

The door opening jolted Phil back into the Cashier Position, complete with incredibly fake smile and a less-than-hearty “Hi, welcome to McDonald’s! I can help you over here if you’re ready!”

“C’mon, everybody, go inside, that’s it, we don’t want to leave the doors open forever, come on now,“ said the man in the door as he shepherded at least four children into the restaurant. Phil was taken aback by how attractive he was; he was tall and had brown curly hair and he was wearing black skinny jeans that showed off his legs brilliantly. His dark flannel button-down accentuated his pale skin and the angles of his face.

"Uncle Dan Uncle Dan I want chicken nuggets!” one small voice called.

“I want a Happy Meal!” cried another.

“I want a shake!”

“Ok, guys, walk over to the counter! Janet, you can’t sit on the floor there, come on, we need to order food for you,” the man, probably Dan, shuffled his way up to the front with the kids.

Phil giggled a little at the haggard look on Dan’s face. “Hi, what would you guys like?”

Dan looked up from where he was holding one little girl’s hand and a little boy was sitting on his foot with his arms wrapped around his leg. “Um. Right. Okay, I’ll take a Number 2, large, and then whatever these guys are getting. Sorry, they’re a bit much,” he yelled over the excited chatter of the children dancing around him.

“It’s no problem,” Phil yelled back. It was most definitely a problem, however. Phil usually didn’t mind kids, but he could hardly hear what the man was ordering and their voices were so grating and shrill that he found himself irritated already.

“Right, Janet, what do you want?”

“A Big Mac!”

“Try something else, there is no way you can eat that much burger. How about a Happy Meal?”

“A Big Mac!”

Dan sighed. “She’ll have a hamburger Happy Meal with the fries and a chocolate milk.”

“But I wanted a Big Mac, Uncle Dan!”

“You’re getting a Happy Meal, Janet.”

The little girl holding his hand pouted.

“Marcus, which Happy Meal do you want?”

“I GOT KETCHUP!” A small hand shot up from somewhere behind the counter, holding a small cup of ketchup.

In any other circumstances, Phil would have laughed. As it was, however, he was starting to get quite irritated. The kids were extremely loud and now more people were starting to come in, causing a long line to form as the indecisive group continued to bicker.

“You can’t have a shake, Marcus, your mother told me not to give you anything inherently sugary.”

“What does incoherently mean?” Marcus asked.

“Not incoherently, inherently. And it means that you need to pick a drink or I will pick one for you.”

“Juice box!”

Dan looked up at Phil again. “He’ll have the nuggets Happy Meal with the fries and a juice box.”

Phil had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes and telling the man, yes, the fries come with the Happy Meal and you have to actually ask for the apple slices. “Alright. Do you want toys for all of these Happy Meals?”

“TOYS! TOYS! TOYS!” the kids yelled.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Phil, sighing internally but maintaining his Cheery Cashier facade.

“Can you make them all the same toy? Then they can’t fight over them,” Dan pleaded.

Phil softened at the look in Dan’s eyes. He looked truly worn down and desperate. “Yeah, sure. What else would you like?”

Dan looked around him. “Who hasn’t ordered yet? June?”

The girl quietly hiding behind Dan’s leg stepped forward a bit and said something very quietly that was quickly covered up by someone yelling “LOOK AT THE DRINKS MACHINE!”

Dan’s head snapped up. “No! Marcus, do not touch! Get back over here!”

Marcus, looking very guilty, walked back to the group.

“June, you have to speak louder, honey, I can’t hear you,” Dan said.

June mumbled again, causing Dan to bend over to be able to hear her repeat herself again. This gave Phil an excellent view of Dan’s butt, which Phil had to say made up for a lot of the horrors that were happening around him now.

Dan straightened himself again and told Phil, “She’ll have a nugget Happy Meal with apple slices and a chocolate milk.”

June tugged on Dan’s sleeve, so he leaned over to her again. “She also wants a cup for water.”

“Okay, anything else?” Phil asked.

“Uncle Daaaan I haven’t ordered yet!” said the little girl that had gotten the ketchup earlier.

“Oh, right. Sorry, Mary, which Happy Meal do you want?”

“I don’t wanna get a Happy Meal, I want the McRib sandwich!”

“Mary, I don’t think they have that right now. Besides, that is way too much food for you.”

“But Uncle Daaaaaaaaaaan I want iiiiiiiit,” Mary cried. Phil tried not to bash his head into the register.

“Mary, you can’t have it. See, let me ask this nice man if they have McRib sandwiches.” Dan turned to him, giving him a look that clearly begged Phil to say, No, we don’t have those, whether they actually had them or not.

Luckily for Phil, he didn’t have to lie. “Sorry, we don’t have those right now.”

“When will they be back?” demanded Mary.

“I don’t know, sorry. Probably next year some time?” Phil said. He really had no idea; he wasn’t told anything about it until it was back and he had to try to sell it. He hated when people asked him things like that. Why would he know? Sure he works there, but he’s literally never told anything.

“So, Mary, which Happy Meal would you like?” Dan asked again.

Mary mumbled something, scuffing her foot against the floor. Dan sighed and leaned down.

“What was that? That was too mumbly-bumbly for me to understand you.”

She said it again, a bit clearer this time, and Dan stood up and relayed the information to Phil: hamburger Happy Meal, fries, and a juice box.

“Alright, will that be all?” Phil asked. Please, dear god, let that be all.

“I WANT A SHAKE!” yelled Marcus.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Yes, thank you. That’ll be all.”

“Okay, is that for here or to go?”

“Sorry to bug you more, but it’ll be for here,” Dan cringed a little as he said it.

Phil smiled a bit more genuinely at that; it was sweet of him to acknowledge that his party was a bit unruly. “That’s alright, it’ll actually be a bit easier as we won’t have to pack it all and figure out how you’ll carry all your food out. Can I have a name for the order?”

“Dan,” he replied. Phil had expected that, of course, but he had to ask or he’d get in trouble. It was nice to have the name confirmed, anyway.

Dan paid for the food and Phil told him it would be out momentarily. The staff in the kitchen had actually already compiled most of the meals and Phil just had to gather it all and throw it (gently, of course, we can’t upset customers) into the Happy Meal boxes with toys and put it onto the tray.

Once the order was mostly taken care of and his coworkers said they would handle the rest, Phil moved on through the line that had formed, luckily with much less issues, until almost the very last person in line walked up.

“Can’t you get those kids to shut the hell up?” she said, none too quietly.

“I-I’m sorry, there’s not much I can do. If you talk to the family yourself, I’m sure they’ll be willing to quiet down a bit,” Phil replied as diplomatically as possible.

“This is YOUR restaurant, it’s YOUR job to fix it. Get them to stop.”

“Okay, ma'am, I will try. May I take your order first, though, so your food will be prepared as I talk to them?”

“No, deal with the problem now!” she yelled.

“Ma'am, there are other people in line right now. I can’t go talk to them until I’ve made sure the next customers will also be served in a-”

“I don’t give a damn! Fix the fucking problem now or I’ll take my business elsewhere! Where’s your manager?!” the woman screamed.

Everyone in the restaurant stared. One of the kids with Dan started bawling her eyes out as Dan tried frantically to tell the others that they really aren’t allowed to say those words, they’re very rude and your mother would kill me if she thought you picked them up from me, don’t say them ever.

Phil was shocked and couldn’t move. He had never had someone swear or scream at him at work before and it was extremely disconcerting.

“Well?! I asked you a question! I want to see your manager right fucking now!” she bellowed.

Phil’s mouth moved but no words would come out. Luckily, the kitchen was small enough that some of his coworkers ran to grab their manager, who walked out to the front quickly.

“What seems to be the problem here, ma'am?” Phil’s manager, James, asked with his standard Manager Smile (how he made it look genuine, Phil would never know).

“The problem is that this employee is refusing to do what I ask him to do and those damn kids won’t shut the hell up!” she hollered again.

James knew Phil and knew he wouldn’t refuse to do anything that was reasonable of him to do or within his job description. He took one glance over at Phil and saw him white-as-a-sheet pale and clearly very uncomfortable. “Ma'am, is there something we can get for you?”

“Yes, get those damn kids to shut up! Tell that wimp of a father to grow a pair and man up, show them what’s what and take control of his damn family like a man!”

Phil glanced over at Dan to see him shrinking further into the seat as he tried to calm down the bawling girl and get the rest of the kids to quiet down.

“Ma'am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re upsetting the other customers and holding up my line. Please leave.”

After a bit more yelling and a few empty threats, the woman finally left.

James turned to Phil, asking, “Are you okay? You should go on break now. I’ll deal with your register and customers. Go get yourself some fries or something and sit somewhere for a bit, I’ll take care of it.”

Phil nodded numbly, making his way to the back to grab his phone, a large fry, and a drink, before going out to the dining room, where the kids were still very loud and the customers that had been in line stared at him or sent him pitying glances. Phil kept to himself as best he could.

After a few minutes, some of the shock wore off, the adrenaline leaving his body. He was exhausted, but he still had five hours of work left and he had such a pounding headache, amplified by the screaming- wait. The kids weren’t yelling anymore.

Phil looked up quickly, hoping that he would still see Dan since he was pretty and intriguing and good with kids. What he found, however, surprised him so much he nearly fell backwards out of his chair.

Right in front of him was the whole family again, from Dan to Janet, Marcus, Mary, and June, all of them very quiet.

“Um, hi?” Phil squeaked.

Dan smiled a bit at that, then said, “Okay, guys, what do we say?��

“Thank youuuuu,” the kids intoned.

“And?”

“We’re sorry for being so loud,” they added.

“And?”

“Have a nice day!” they finished proudly.

Phil was incredibly touched. He really did like kids, after all, he just was having a rough day. “Oh, thanks guys! I hope you have a nice day, too!” Phil grinned at them; they were pretty cute, now that they weren’t all yelling.

“Okay, now go get your jackets,” Dan told them. They immediately got louder again, but Phil couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too busy wondering why this unbelievably attractive man was still talking to him.

“Um, thanks for that, it was really cute,” Phil said.

Dan smiled (oh my god he has a dimple, thought Phil) and nodded. “It was the least I could do. I really am sorry they were so obnoxious earlier, and I’m very sorry that we got you in trouble with that lady. That was really horrible. If there’s anything else I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything for me. I got to go on break while customers were still in line, it’s great. What about you? Are you okay after all those horrible things she said?”

Dan blushed and hung his head a bit. “Oh, yeah. I’m okay. I mean, I’m not their dad, I’m just their uncle, so the fatherhood comments didn’t really bug me, and, I mean, I don’t need to be secure in my masculinity like others. I’m just glad she didn’t find out I’m gay, cuz that would’ve made it way worse.” Dan looked up at Phil a bit through his fringe on that comment, clearly not-so-subtly trying to gauge the odds of Phil being interested in him.

“Oh, yeah, that would’ve been horrible. I would have had to take the whole rest of the day off for that, I really can’t stand homophobic slurs. It just gets too personal.”

Dan nodded with a slightly bigger smile than before. “I- well, I’m sorry if I’ve read the situation wrong, but- well, could I get your number? It’s just, I mean, you’re really cute and very nice and I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t ask. I mean- don’t feel like you have to, just please don’t give me some fake number. Just tell me flat-out if you don’t want to give it to me, it makes everything easier later. Oh, this was a bad idea, I’m sorry, I’m so awkwa-”

Phil’s giggles cut him off. “No, no, you were right. Gimme your phone so I can put in my number.”

Dan looked relieved, blushed, and handed over his phone. Phil put his number in and saved his contact name with the fries emoji, then sent himself a text from Dan’s phone.

“I’m glad you asked me for my number, I don’t think I would’ve had the guts to ask for yours,” Phil joked shyly, making Dan blush even harder.

Before Dan could reply, a small voice interrupted them.

“Uncle Dan, we’re ready to go now! Stop talking already!”

Dan rolled his eyes. “They get really antsy when adults start talking. Their mother insists on chatting forever with her friends, so they always try to annoy her into leaving but, apparently, they do that with everyone. I better go now before it gets worse.”

Phil giggled a bit, then said, "Yeah, you probably should. I’ll see you around.”

Dan gave another shy smile. “Yeah, I’ll text you.” He waved, then turned and corralled the kids out the door.

When Phil got off work a few hours later, he would find a text from Dan.

I know you said I don’t have to, but could I make it up to you with a date?

And, of course, Phil would agree.

#phan #phandom #getting together #mcdonalds #food mention #fluff #au

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9 Top Tips For Surviving Twitter As A Right Wing Thought Criminal

Should you decide to enlist in the culture war hosted on the Twitter-dot-com hellscape (where every day is Hamburger Hill), there are some things that you need to learn and apply in order to survive to tweet another day. Welcome to boot camp, you scrubs and noobs.

1. Choose Your Fighter

You, dear-never-ever-before-user of Twitter should take the time to read the Terms of Service. There are a plethora of words and behaviors that can get you booted from the platform and all of them are vaguely explained with the broadest interpretation possible. Once you've read Twitters soul sucking list of obligatory rules that severely limit your speech while protecting it for the people you cross intellectual swords with in the idea war, you are ready to build your player.

As Twitter is becoming pretty censorious, I'm also on: Gab: https://t.co/TrQ2JW4sAI YouTube: https://t.co/1NfMOYwkbF FB: https://t.co/zeAtcHTDcf WT: https://t.co/xs18l5Tpkc pic.twitter.com/EkVtklMN10

— Orwell & Goode 🇨🇱 (@OrwellNGoode) May 14, 2018

The limits are on the far end of infinity. You may choose to be a cute doggo, or perhaps an ms-paint frog or toad, an oft overlooked historical figure, a painting, or a parody of a living or dead celebrity with a morbidly hilarious twist. Your creativity in creating your avatar and name has a moment to really shine here but whatever you do, don't choose your own face and name because some of the people you talk to want to kill you. Or, at least completely ruin your life so that you will do it yourself. This is not an exaggeration. Rest in peace, Andrew.

2. Your first tweet

Oh good. You decided to stick around.

For the love all that is holy do not tweet using the hashtag #MyFirstTweet. It's very tempting, I know, but as it's your very first tweet, everyone you run across will already know it's your very first ever tweet on account of there being no previous tweets preceding it. The new friends that you make today will use this tweet to let their friends know that you have taken the monumental step of becoming a brand new Twitter user; so do make it snappy and full of wit, let your personality shine. For goodness sake understand that the monsters that want you dead use the search feature and the hashtag #MyFirstTweet to hunt down brand new baby right wing accounts to have them aborted. Much like they screech about needing the "freedom" to do to actual humans in the streets, wearing nothing but pink knit double peak hats and their own undercoat of rapist-repellent blubber.

Yeah. I went there. Bring it.

3. Follow carefully

Despite the disgusting urchins that lurk about bandying their rotund degeneracy on #findom, the mountain of actual pedophiles that will try to convince you they are the good guys, and the entirety of #blacktwitter, Twitter is actually a very friendly place and you are bound to make lots of wholesome friends fast; especially if you have never ever been on the platform before, not even once.

Exercise restraint in your tender first few days and resist following back your new friends too quickly as this will result in a “shadowban" or will prompt Big Brother to underhandedly investigate your phone number under the guise of checking to see if you're human, as if robots can't be programmed to use a phone. I suggest just a few follows per hour- keeping it under 100 for the first day. Apparently, according to Ze Bluebird Gestapo, having like minded friends is the same thing as terrorism and you will be gulaged for it. Yes, I'm mixing up Nazi and Communist metaphors in the same sentence. Don't @ me.

4. Personal Security

You need to download and use a VPN. The animals you will run across will pull cute little stunts, like e-drag you into an argument by calling you completely true things as if they are an insult, and acting as if per capita is a flavor of snow cone only people who hate communism can taste. and then drop a link as if they are proving a point, but in reality is an IP address snatcher which is used to find out who and where you are, instead of just answering the question about why 13% of the population commits over 54% of all violent crime.

Next you will want to turn on the double authentication feature, because as soon as you say something true, some cyber-SJW is going to start jaw-jacking from the monumental sugar rush from powdered donuts and 17 cases of orange flavored Mountain Dew and try to hack your account. In the same vein, make certain your email address is hidden and that you aren't using @YourRealEmailAddress as your handle. For your password, use a ridiculous combination of letters and numbers that have no connection to your actual life- which the hideous banshees and their he-minions are trying to end. Am I hammering that point home enough?

Remember to self care today. And be kind. And always punch Nazis.

— Emma Evans (@TrancewithMe) June 28, 2018

Finally, delete the phone number you used to set up your account. You may need it later and it would be sad if it were already occupied.

5. Get a Thesaurus

I've said it before but it bears repeating; get a thesaurus. Contrary to popular belief, you are in fact allowed to talk about objective biological realities, religion, the various systems of government in the world, criticize certain groups of rootless manipulative cabals of wandering tribal people without getting suspended if you follow three simple rules.

Frame and maintain the conversation.

Use uncommon synonyms.

Subtlety can be volatile.

It goes without saying that a debate isn't won until it changes someone's mind. Minds can't be won if the conversation gets deleted. Since mein feind maintains control of the flow of information via control of the media, what you say on twitter could be the final straw that bends the balance of someone's mind to the right. We want that, we need that, especially as the left gets more unhinged.

Understand that the globo-tech complex is happy to assist in the restriction of speech through the creation of algorithms and databases in which words are input and some alert dings off in some rainbow diversity cheeto cheese powder crusted dungeon sticky with sips drips where some slack eyed Gollum pushes the ban button; and you're suddenly on the other side of a suspension. One such word is “retard” and there are many more. Aside from minority reporting, there are particular words and phrases searched just to report wrong-thinking accounts. A small price to pay to cleanse the universe of criticism that may mean people have to self-reflect and experience personal growth and take responsibility for their lives, the horror.

Take what you want to say, leave off the slurs, play around with synonyms and you can take a blatant violation of ToS and turn it into poetic philosophy. If you're intent on low brow trolling, I don't blame you, but I'll miss you when you're gone.

6. Engaging the Enemy

Never engage a hostile. There I said it, my legal obligations have been met. You cannot blame me for what you do with the following entirely hypothetical thought experiment. This article is satire and not for use by anyone, ever. I warned you.

If have attracted a swarm of busy-body detractors through the use of hashtags, do yourself a solid and check their bio and follower count. If their bio contains and reference to #resist just block them, they are there for one purpose and it's to bait you into a violation of ToS. Similarly, if they have 0 or 1 followers it is a sock account of a #resist account. If they have less than 50 followers they have nothing to say, no one likes them anyway, and they just want your attention.

Doxxxing is officially endorsed by Twitter dot comhttps://t.co/aPr8KZAO65

— These tweets are endorsed by this site. (@EndorsedTweets) June 21, 2018

To engage a hostile blue check mark I recommend to avoid placing your extra-spicy tweet on the thread under their tweet. Instead, drop a teaser; then quote tweet the azure-ticked parasite and drop your main show, curtain call, and encore onto your own wall. Most of the people who sit around deriving sexual pleasure from the fantasy of Nazi scalp-hunting haunt the timelines of these verified whine bags, just waiting for you to show up to report your ‘spouts of hate’. Or, as I like to call them, incontrovertible but inconvenient truths.

7. Types of bans and what to do

You are going to get banned at some point. Deal with it.

Shadowban: this is triggered by following too fast, liking too much, retweeting too often, being too active when new, using too many hashtags, using popular hashtags in multiple tweets, and just for the random inconvenience because you're found to be guilty by association. Your options are to take a break, or power through it. There is some theory that these shadowbans are on timers of 1, 3, 5, 12, and 24 hours and that tweeting resets the timer and extends the discomfort. If you have triggered one you will experience a sudden drop in interaction and may think that your friends are ignoring you. They likely just aren't getting your notifications. If you want to check, DM a friend and ask them to tell you if your notifications are coming through. DO NOT use a shadowban checker website, it's believed that these are run by la resistance, and may put your account at risk; or at least in a database to be watched closely. In any case, shadowbans are usually temporary and you'll be back to normal before you know it. It's worth noting that more shadowbanning occurs during certain news cycles like mass casualty events, terror attacks, and when the President does something noteworthy.

Permanent Shadowban: On rare occasions the shadowban never goes away. I don't know what to do about it but if you have some verifiable information regarding this, please contact me or Republic Standard.

12 hour, 24 hour, and 7 day temporary restrictions: Oooh you bad bad boy! Looks like you broke ToS and had to delete some tweets. You should have followed my advice. Tsk tsk. You can DM your mutual followers, participate in DM groups and you can share tweets from the timeline to the DMs, and block accounts. You cannot like, retweet, or share pictures nor can you follow anyone. There's nothing you can do about this; you're stuck like Chuck, whoever he is. There's no use getting your panties in a twist over it though, it's a good time to get to know your friends a little better one on one and perhaps even explore the possibility of meeting in person. It's an isolating online experience but you do have a little time to reflect on what you can do to refine your technique.

Suspension: Sadly, anything after 7 days and you're gone. Finished. Never to be seen from ever again. No coming back from this, George. It's over. Finito. Buh bye. Later gator. Basically dead. Sayonara. Ciao.

Aren't you glad you remembered to delete your phone number?

8. Opsec

I wish I didn't have to go there, but I have to go there. Even if you have a pure, hate-free, friendly account that never runs the risk of crossing ToS, you still aren't out of the frying pan.

Being right wing has painted a big old target on your back and some of the people aiming arrows at you are going to look a lot like friends, and potential lovers.

Infiltration isn't a new tactic. On anonymous Twitter it's not even particularly hard. Despite the fact that most people who try are hilariously bad at it, some aren't. Despite all the accurate memes about the left being dumb and useless, when it comes to operational security the left is a decade ahead of the right. Whether you agree with the ideas of real-world rallies or not, we have to come to the understanding that social media platforms are not secure places to organize such things. Unite the Right organizers just managed to doxx themselves because they could not get this very simple idea into their skulls. If it isn't on a website you control from the code up and you are operating military grade hardware, it's not even remotely close to secret. Stop thinking that it is.

Hey hey hey time to get doxxed by antifa from using discord YEEEEAAAA BOIIIII https://t.co/zZ3kO54Wmg

— Pikawubz (@pikawubz) May 8, 2018

Don't share your photos, too much detail about your location, or too much detail about your life. If you choose to trust someone, make sure it's mutual. As difficult as it is to imagine loyalties do change. Ideological commitment under certain conditions like bribery, threats of doxxing, or a broken heart, can be overcome. Don't forget that this is an ideological war and the stakes are high.

9. You are not alone

You've made it this far, and this following section truly is the most important part. You have found a warm community of the brightest minds, kindest hearts and most determined people I have ever known to exist. Yeah, we have our in-fights and squabbles; what family doesn't? Helping one another to discover truths that have been hidden from us, fight for a future we want and need, through tough times, and sharing laughter, anger, fears and frustrations bonds us together. If you are ever in a situation where you feel isolated, reach out. If you feel despondent, reach out. If you are being threatened, reach out. We are here for each other. You never have to be alone again.

Happy tweeting. See you in the trenches.

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Writeris known for some controversial runs on some top books, mixing a lot of inside knowledge on character history with some alarming mayhem. He’s just picked up one of the plum roles in all of comics: writing the Harley Quinn ongoing title. With artist Inaki Miranda on board (and some help from Mirka Andolfo, colors by Jeremiah Skipper and covers by the one and only Amanda Conner), Harley is as unfettered as ever, but a bunch of Gotham’s best known villains are standing by to give her evern more to worry about

Tieri’s also the writer on the Jughead: The Hunger ongoing from Archie, another title that turns things you think you know into a topsy turvy bloodbath.

We thought it was high time to discuss Harley and Jughead with Tieri, who reveals his plans for both titles and maybe a little insider New York knowledge..along with some prodigious hunger of his own.

THE BEAT: I know you are good friends with Jimmy and Amanda, but you have some big platform boots to fill taking over after their iconic run on the character. (I know the word iconic is overused but it really was!) Were you at all trepidatious when you agreed to take over the book?

FRANK TIERI: Well…Yes and no, I guess.

For one thing, I absolutely agree, while people throw around the word iconic, to me there’s no doubt about it that Jimmy and Amanda deserve their run to be called that. There may be multiple reasons why Harley is as popular as she is these days but I think it’s undeniable that they are definitely one of them.

So yeah, you do take that into account a bit when you do a book like this. You realize you have big shoes to fill. But at the same time, it’s what you work for in this industry, for gigs like this. I’ve been lucky enough throughout my career to have had runs on big books—WOLVERINE, IRON MAN, DEADPOOL, etc—so I know what comes with the territory… and hey, I welcome the challenge. All I think you can do is be yourself in these instances so don’t expect me to be aping Jimmy and Amanda—some things I do similar to what they do, some things I do different. By now at this point in my career I think fans know what I bring to the table—some humor, some violence, a lot of villain stuff, etc—and they can expect me to bring all that to my HARLEY QUINN run as well. Should be fun.

THE BEAT: J&A’s run on the book ended with the death of her friend, Mason. What’s her mind set right now? She didn’t seem quite herself when your first issue (HARLEY QUINN #35) hit last week

TIERI: She’s still reeling from Mason’s death, to be honest. It’s hit her hard and she fears that anyone around her may be in danger and she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want that pain of losing someone again so instead, she pushes her friends away.

The problem is, of course, when you have friends like the Gang of Harleys and Red Tool and all the rest… well, they’re not exactly the listening sort, as we saw in the first iss. They’re concerned so, whether she approves or not, they’re going to keep tabs on her. (Or “Stalking” her, as Harley put it. )

So when Tony goes missing, kidnapped by a Man-Bat thing, Harley wants to “Scooby-Doo” the mystery herself. But despite the Gang sending Red Tool after her, Harley only ends up getting taken herself.

THE BEAT: And this all leads to Harley getting changed into a bat…

TIERI: Well, we figured DC didn’t have enough versions of Harley for action figures, statues, home pregnancy tests, etc. So now you’ve got Bat-Harley to play with, kids! You’re welcome.

Anyway, yes, Harley was turned into a bat creature by Francine Langstrom last issue. Now the Gang and Red Tool have to stop the two She-bats from wrecking havoc on Coney. And, ya know… eventually turning Harley back from a giant flying rat would be nice, too

THE BEAT: I’ve also heard that you’ll be making the book a little bit more involved with the DCU, including an appearance by some other Batman villains… as you did with Man-Bat in issue 35. What can you tell us about that?

TIERI: Man-Bat and “Batter Up” is just the start, really. This arc leads directly into “Angry Bird” which basically sees Penguin declare war on Harley and all of NYC after he discovers Harley tricked him and cost him the casino he was planning in Coney (As seen in my fill in issue, HARLEY QUINN #27. See everything ties together, folks! There’s a possibility I know what I’m doing after all…).

Penguin brings a huge chunk of Batman’s Rogues Gallery with him—which for my money is the greatest Rogues Gallery in all of comics, by the way. And I’m not exaggerating when I say huge chunk—everyone from heavy hitters like Mr Freeze and Killer Croc to guys like Condiment King and Egghead… and everyone in between. It’ll be mass chaos and Coney will be worse the wear as all these villains descend on it, looking for a piece of it, even fighting amongst themselves. Needless to say, Harley will have her work cut out for her.

THE BEAT: You mention Coney…Her Brooklyn setting was a big part of the last run, will it continue to be?

TIERI: Coney will still be the focal point, yes, with a lot of jostling between the villains there and with the Gang and the rest of the supporting cast still there… but we will be branching out a bit. Harley will find herself fighting street gangs in Hell’s Kitchen, Mr Zsasaz in Yankee Stadium, the Gorilla Gang in the Empire State building… really every part of NYC.

(Living here in New York and knowing what locales would make for interesting and fun fight venues helps with a storyline like this, let me tell ya.)

THE BEAT: You’re also reuniting with your CATWOMAN artist Inaki Miranda, who I’ve admired for a long time. What are his qualities as an artist that he’ll bring to drawing Harley?

TIERI: Both Inaki and I were excited to be paired up again since we worked together so well on CATWOMAN. And, like with CATWOMAN, Inaki is really capable of handling anything I throw at him… whether it’s humorous stuff with the Gang of Harleys and Condiment King or more serious, darker stuff with Man Bat and Killer Croc. And by the way, the guy draws a ridiculously awesome Penguin. Really could be my favorite version of the character.

And also joining us on “Angry Bird” will be the very talented Mirka Andolfo. She designed a new outfit for Harley for this arc that I just love and she’s also totally killing it.

Really, I got very lucky with the artists I’m getting to work with on this, I have to say.

THE BEAT: You had written Harley before in Harley Quinn and Her Gang of Harleys and then in a Harley fill in before taking over. Do you have any thoughts on what has made her such a hugely popular character?

TIERI: I think there’s certain characters that just hit at the right time, for whatever reason. I think Deadpool is a character like that. And I think Harley is another. Both of them seem to me to have taken off at around the same time and I think the cosplay community plays a big role with both. Go to any convention around the country and I would say those are the top two that are cosplayed. The cons are literally swarming with them.

But with Harley in particular, I think the feminist angle also comes into play. Here’s a character that was under the thumb of arguably the greatest villain of all time—the Joker—and she broke free and now she’s doing her own thing. That’s very powerful and you can see why female comic book fans in particular would gravitate to that.

And also, lastly… I just think people like fart and dick jokes. So there’s that.

THE BEAT: You said I could ask some Jughead questions, so I’m going to sneak in a couple! You’re writing the Jughead: The Hunger ongoing in which a lycanthropic Jughead terrorizes the countryside. This launched with a one shot last year, I believe. Did you think the idea would be this popular?

TIERI: We suspected it might hit—the reason I pitched an Archie Horror comic in the first place was because the line was popular—but I don’t think any of us thought it would hit like it did. When we saw cast members from the Riverdale show tweeting about it and then it getting referenced on the Big Bang Theory, then we knew we really had something here.

THE BEAT: Seriously, Werewolf Jughead. What’s your basic approach to morphing America’s harmless teenagers into blood soaked monsters?

TIERI: Well, my initial thought was simple really–what if there was more to Jughead’s hunger than just a big appetite ? What if there was something deeper behind it… and that led to the whole werewolf concept and him munching down on the good people of Riverdale instead of hamburgers.

Add to that Betty, who was secretly a werewolf hunter who was charged with hunting down Jug and his family of werewolves, and we had ourselves a book, kids.

THE BEAT: Any hints as to where his rampage will take him?

TIERI: Jughead’s pretty much been on the run since our initial one shot, but in this week’s JUGHEAD: THE HUNGER #3, we finally get that JugWolf Vs Betty Cooper Werewolf Hunter rematch fans have been clamoring for. And it’s a doozy, let me tell ya.

Plus, we’ll get to meet the matriarch of Betty’s little werewolf hunter clan, Elena Cooper, who’ll play a big role down the line. And we’ll find up what Reggie—who was turned into a werewolf by Jug and is out for his blood—is up to, and more importantly and much more scary, WHO he’s been up to it with. Suffice to say, ain’t none of this is good for good ol’ Jug.

THE BEAT: Speaking of hunger, are you ever going to eat another giant matzoh ball?

TIERI: Ha! As a matter of fact, I did.

For those of you who don’t know what the hell we’re talking about, Heidi and I were at a con in Jersey and a bunch of us went to dinner at this deli called Harold’s where they had giant EVERYTHING. So anyway, I ended up eating a matzoh ball that was the size of a small child.

Flash forward a few months and my son’s got a karate tournament around there and yes, I ended up eating another kaiju matzoh ball with my kid. My wife thinks I’m a disgusting human being now but eh, that’s not exactly anything new.

Jughead: The Hunger #3 goes on sales this Wednesday, and Harley Quinn #35 is on sale now.

INTERVIEW: Frank Tieri on turning Harley Quinn into a bat and Jughead into a werewolf Writeris known for some controversial runs on some top books, mixing a lot of inside knowledge on character history with some alarming mayhem.

#archie horror #Frank Tieri #Harley Quinn #inaki miranda #jeremiah skipper #jugehead the hunger

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1. Are you related to the last person you spoke to?

i am. he’s my son.

2. Are your blankets normally kicked all over the place when you wake up?

not really.

3. Do you wear an eye mask when you go to sleep?

i do not. tried it when i was younger. wasn’t a fan.

4. Are family get-togethers fun or awkward for you?

awkward unless it’s just my parents and siblings.

5. Are any of your friends hoping to be famous one day?

i don’t think so.

6. What do you do if someone way too old for you hits on you?

ignore them.

7. Can you eat a whole pizza by yourself?

not generally. unless it’s a personal size pizza.

8. Do you wear a lot of red clothes?

no. mostly black and blue.

9. Do you lock the doors?

before bed, yes.

10. Is coffee better with or without milk?

i use creamer.

11. When was the last time you were at a hotel?

mid-july for erin’s birthday party.

12. Who would you kiss right now if you could kiss anyone?

jacob.

13. Are you afraid of the dark, or were you ever?

i used to be. i’m afraid of things that could be lurking in the dark at unfamiliar places.

14. Do you have trust issues?

i do.

15. When was the last time you cried from laughing so hard?

i don’t remember.

16. What are your plans for Thursday?

i’m not too sure.

17. Have you had your birthday yet this year?

nope. it’s this upcoming friday... september 1st.

18. Are you playing hard to get right now?

i’m not.

19. Do you still talk to the person you were dating five months ago?

we’re married so...

20. Does cuddling freak you out?

not usually. but it sometimes makes me anxious.

21. Are your toenails painted?

no. i never paint them.

22. Have you ever told someone you were in love with them?

yeah..

23. Ever slapped a guy in the face?

i actually slapped chris when i was younger because he picked me up and i didn’t want him to.

24. Would you ever dye your hair blonde?

never again.

25. Did you make anything to eat today?

not yet.

26. Do you wear eyeliner?

if i wear makeup.

27. What’s your favourite part of the song that you’re listening to?

not listening to music.

28. Do you think you’re a good friend?

i try to be.

29. If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?

spring or fall.

30. Could you go out in public looking like you do now?

i have already.

31. What was on your mind mostly today?

job stuff.

32. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with?

jacob. about me getting a job.

33. Can you handle the truth?

usually.

34. Are there some songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone?

i can listen to them but i get a little emotional.

35. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling?

not really...

36. Where did you sleep last night?

my bed.

37. Did you have a good day yesterday?

it was okay i suppose.

38. What was the highlight of today?

baby cuddles this morning i guess.

39. Do you hate anyone?

pretty close if not.

40. Do you wish you had the chance to tell someone something right now?

not that i can think of.

41. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

my mom.

42. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

nope.

43. Do horror movies these days scare you?

some, yes.

44. What is the best thing that’s happened in the past week?

someone wants to set up an interview.

45. What colour is your hair?

brown.

46. What did you do yesterday?

got some things from the store. hung out at my mom’s.

47. What are you doing tonight?

probably nothing. jacob is in a crappy mood.

48. Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger? When?

probably. it’s been a long time.

49. Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now?

pretty sure. i have no intentions of leaving him..

50. Do you want to fix things with anybody?

i don’t even care anymore.

51. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

i probably could but i probably won’t.

52. Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a moustache?

yup.

53. Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day?

i do not.

54. Who is your favourite online friend?

i don’t think i have any. i don’t think i even have any friends in “real” life.

55. What was the last thing you tried for the first time?

i don’t remember.

56. What was the last thing you said out loud, and how loud were you speaking?

i was talking to my mom about the guys and the car situation.... which isn’t good.

57. What’s your favourite nail polish colour to wear or see on others?

i don’t really have a favorite..

58. What was the last thing you learned?

i don’t know...

59. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be?

i like them pretty warm/hot.

60. Are there any advertisements/commercials you actually like? Which?

nope. i skip them usually.

61. How often do you visit your relatives?

not enough, with the exception of my parents’ house.

62. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster?

i don’t know. they are all pretty scary.

63. What design is on your bed sheets?

white right now.

64. What is your favourite brand of fizzy drink?

i don’t know. coke i guess.

65. As a kid, did you use toothpaste that wasn’t minty?

when i was a lot younger.

66. What is your favourite vegetable?

uhh. cucumbers or carrots i guess. but only fresh.

67. Do you have any other countries’ timezones saved to your computer/mobile phone?

nope.

68. Is your username the same for every website?

i guess.

69. What do you have in your online bookmarks?

i don’t have any bookmarks.

70. Do you have a lucky number? Why is it so lucky?

i don’t have a lucky number. i don’t believe in that stuff.

71. Do you set your browser to remember passwords?

for some things.

72. Describe the perfect burger:

i like them pretty well done, with barely any pink.. hamburger, no weird meats. uhm. cheese (either pepperjack, cheddar, or american). maybe lettuce, tomato, mayo, ketchup. onion. bacon.

73. What was the last thing you made yourself to eat?

pancakes.

74. Do you agree that the nude scenes in movies are generally unnecessary?

depends but it seems to be in a lot of cases. but whatever.

75. Have you ever stood on a sea creature while at the beach?

no.

76. What’s worse; speaking in all caps, or all lowercase?

caps. i obviously don’t care about using all lowercase.

77. What’s your favourite place to go for fast food?

eh. dairy queen i guess.

78. How many fillings do you have?

79. Do you prefer warm or cold hands?

warm of course.

80. Have you ever had a mud fight?

not that i recall.

81. When you see people in love, is your first reaction “ew” or “cute”?

usually cute if i even have a reaction. as long as they’re not practically having sex in public.

82. Have you ever woken up from a dream and thought it had actually happened?

yeah. like last night’s was rough.

83. Do you know anyone who closely resembles someone else?

yeah. erin looks a lot like my mom.

84. When your sunburn peels, do you leave it or pull at it?

it’s gross, but pull at it. it drives me nuts.

85. What type of food do you find yourself craving most (sweet, savoury, meat, etc.)?

savory i guess.

86. Why did you last go to the doctors?

6 week checkup after having wy.

87. Are you good at Name That Tune?

not so much.

88. Do you ever know the people who pop up in your “Who you might know” list?

occasionally.

89. Do you ever highlight excerpts of books that you particularly enjoy?

nope.

90. How easy is it for you to recognize what quote/lyric something is from?

depends how well i know whatever it’s from of course.

91. On a scale of one to ten, how tired are you currently?

like.. 4.

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