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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 months

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new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.

she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.

"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."

"Robbie?"

"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."

Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove.

There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.

"Criminalistics?"

"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"

"Wow that’s…really?"

She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."

"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.

It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.

"Oh god, what is it?"

She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"

Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom.

The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.

And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.

He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.

Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."

"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.

Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"

"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."

"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to."

The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.

The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.

His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.

Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.

When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.

"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"

Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."

"You're correct."

Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"

"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.

"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk.

He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."

"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."

"Oh have you?" he smirks.

"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."

Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.

He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."

His expression softens just a bit.

"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"

"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.

Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.

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lowgothree · 3 months

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001. ༺...OR JUST LOOK LIKE ONE༻∘

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty.

previous. next. masterlist.

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the apartment is a lot quieter without tina. she made a lot of noise. you could still vaguely hear her terrible singing as she’d shower, cook, or clean; how she’d wake up early in the morning to make elbarote breakfasts that caused pots and pans to fall…very often; and the fact that she’d watch anything on her phone at max volume.

in retrospect, she was kind of annoying.

but she was nice and you lived with her for almost a year. you’d gotten so used to her.

but now, it’s quiet. and the only thoughts you had were thoughts of not being able to afford rent next month. luckily, sean, your best friend knows basically everyone on campus and kindly agreed to ask around for you.

you’re in your car after stopping to get fast food. you shove a few fries in your month as sean shuffles through his phone to show his instagram conversation with a potential roommate for you.

“okay, so…” sean shoves his phone in your face. “this…is ellie. she’s looking for a roommate and –– ”

“i slept with her…” you mumble after seeing the username. “didn’t end so well…”

“damn…okay, next.” he swipes through his phone again. “okay…this is emily. she’s a straight a student and wants to know if you’re okay with pets?”

you hum. “what kind of pet?”

“um…let’s see.” he shuffles through the text conversation and chuckles. “oh, a twelve inch snake?”

“no thank you…”

“aw, really? it’s kinda cute actually…”

“nope.”

“okay, next candidate.” he takes a big bite of his burger, chews for a while then takes a sip of his drink before he slides through his phone again. “alright, we have paige…it seems like she’s coming from a similar situation to you. roommate kicked her out after getting married at 19…yikes.”

you peer over at his phone. “give her my number…”

“already trying to sleep with her too?” sean snorts and you roll your eyes.

“so that i can text her about the place, idiot.”

“oh, yeah…” he taps on his phone a few more times and then you feel your phone vibrate.

FROM: PAIGE

i got ur number from sean

you’re looking for a roommate?

TO: PAIGE

yes!!

just have a few questions first

FROM: PAIGE

like what?

TO: PAIGE

do u smoke?

or own a ten inch snake?

and do u wash ur dishes?

FROM: PAIGE

nope

no??

yes

TO: PAIGE

*address*

are you able to come over tomorrow?

FROM: PAIGE

yes

what time?

TO: PAIGE

whatever works

FROM: PAIGE

i’ll come over around 12:30 then?

you smile at sean, relaxing for the first time since tina moved out. “thank you so much, sean. seriously.”

“hey, i would’ve let you stay with me but i live in a tiny ass dorm so…” he chuckles. “besides, if you became homeless, where am i supposed to go when my roommate need the room to fuck his boyfriend?”

you snicker. “good point. is it really that bad, though?”

“they’re like feral rabbits…” he mutters.

the next day, you hear a knock at the door at 12:27. she’s punctual, that’s a good sign. you open the door, breath catching in your throat when you see her. she smiled at you and you died a little.

damn, why didn’t sean tell you that she looked like that?

she’s tall, definitely athletic by build, pretty eyes, and a warm smile. you’re fucked.

“hey, i’m paige.” she holds her hand out for you to shake and you have to physically refrain from shuddering. hello, paige. her voice…welcoming and warm, you hand to clear your throat to stop yourself from screaming.

it’s a great terrible idea to fuck your roomate. you remind yourself over and over again as you take her hand, tell her your name which she already knew, and invite her into your apartment.

“nice place…” she steps inside cautiously.

“thanks.” you stop yourself from checking her out any longer, not wanting to be creepy. stop being fucking creepy.

she looks around, you’d just finished cleaning.

“so you’re an athlete?” you clear your throat, trying to politely strike up conversation.

“yeah, basketball.”

you internally groan at the slight smile she gives you when she answers your question.

“that’s –– ” hot. “cool.”

she nods, turning to face you. “so is there anything i should know before i agree to move in?”

“oh…well, my best friend sean comes over sometimes. he sleeps on the couch occasionally but he’s really clean and respectful.” she nods, not looking bothered by that information. “and, um…i’m gay if that sort of thing bothers you…”

she snickers, shaking her head to herself. “doesn’t bother me at all…”

“oh? are you…?” “yeah.”

damnit. she looks like that and she likes girls? you’re so fucked.

“what about you?”

“what about me?” she licks her lips.

“anything i should know about you before i give you the key.”

“well, i’m kind of in…a relationship. kind of, not really.” fuck, that sounds complicated. too complicated. “it’s…i dunno…but, uh, she might come over if that’s okay?”

you swallow thickly, yes that sucks goodbye!! “no, i get it…no problem as long as you pay your rent on time.” you die a little on the inside again.

she smiles again, it’s painfully beautiful. “i can definitely do that.”

you hand her the key and clear your throat again. “alright, roomie.”

#rock the boat!#paige bueckers x reader

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deedala · 4 months

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🎇 Happy New Year Friends!! 🎇

From the Diary of Virginia Woolf: January 2, 1931: Here are my resolutions for the next 3 months; the next lap of the year. To have none. Not to be tied. To be free & kindly with myself, not goading it to parties: to sit rather privately reading in the studio. Sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. To go out yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. As for clothes, to buy good ones.

For today's return to WTW, i thought it might be fun to celebrate the ways in which we survive and manage to find peace and happiness in our one precious life here on Earth. And so...

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✨W e e k l y 🌟 T a g 🌟 W e d n e s d a y✨

Name: Deanna 🌱

Location: oHIo🌽

Astrological Sign: Scorpio 🦂

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? obvi i'm in a constant state of re-watching shameless but otherwise right now im thinking maybe some bob's burgers, some futurama, austenland...

Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? ooohh you know...the usual suspects tbh: cooperative gameplay, itqd, faffy, love is a ballfield, none the wiser, the menagerie... AND...*IF* DA4 is gonna actually come out soon I'll probably re-read my fav stories from Tevinter Nights!!!

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? uuhh right now its still chappell roan's whole album and hozier's unreal unearth. im sorry for cheating on my own question and basically naming like 30 songs lol

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? i dont think i managed to eat enough chocolate chip cookies last year, i should eat more. also i haven't had an andes mint in forever??? need some of those STAT. oh my god i totally missed out on girl scout cookies last year too!!!

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? scrolling tumblr ofc!!!

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? not really?? maybe kind of reblogging my own posts more and trying not to feel bad about it??

What's your toxic trait? leaving petty little thoughts in my friends DMs while they're sleeping 😛

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? ✨disassociation✨

Tell me something you like about how you look! my skin has been pretty nice lately, good job skin. (do you guys remember that old vine of the broken toy that would just say "sssskkiiiiinnnn" when squeezed?? i remember lolol)

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. loyal, generous, thoughtful

----------------------------------- Now for tagging nuggets: additionally I want to thank @mybrainismelted and @jrooc for helping me with this post!! @michellemisfit @mmmichyyy @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @juliakayyy @gardenerian @heymrspatel @heymacy @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @thisdivorce @transmickey @tanktopgallavich @lingy910y @suchagallabitch @shippergirl121fic @the-rat-wins @thepupperino @energievie @callivich @lee-ow @purplemagpie @sleepyfacetoughguy @softmick @vintagelacerosette @sam-loves-seb @crossmydna @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @rereadanon @iansw0rld @milkmaidovich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @palepinkgoat @auds-and-evens @ardent-fox 💖

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game

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amaretigris · 17 days

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Knock-down, Drag-out

Taglist: @hopeisrising @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @daydreamerwithnohobbies @justagirlthatlovedtoread @luna2034 @freyagallileaevans

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Ch. 7 | 1.5k words | Angst & fluff

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Jonah's POV

I had to shake my head to refocus. (Y/N) is an EMT for gods sakes. It's not like a hospital is the strangest place to find her. I closed the distance to the hospital bed.

"Why did you go to the store alone? I asked you not to do that," I sulked as I grabbed mom's hand.

From the corner of my eye, I saw (Y/N)'s form rise from the chair. Looking over, I couldn't help but ask.

"How bad is it?"

(Y/N) wrung her hands nervously.

"It's called Acute Interstitial Pneumonitis. It's basically inflammation in the lungs. She is being ordered a round of corticosteroids. It's unfortunate, but it can be managed," she looked at mom.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I shouldn't be here now," (Y/N) spoke as she put her phone in her pocket, and grabbed her clipboard.

"No, please, you can stay," I offered.

(Y/N) faltered.

"You two know each other?"

Mom's lips were twisted in a smirk.

"Yes, I know (Y/N) from the arena. She's our EMT on Saturdays. She's a...friend."

I saw the hurt flash across (Y/N)'s face at that word, though it was only there for a second. Meanwhile, mom's eyes looked knowingly between ours.

"Right. Well, she's been a great help to me today. She even helped me apply for insurance," mom smiled.

I looked back at (Y/N).

"Oh, the pamphlet I gave you a while back. Do you remember? That was for the insurance. Your mom filled out her application," she waved the clipboard, "and I submitted it."

There was a beat of silence.

"This might not do much, but I can also submit a letter of recommendation to try to increase her chances of getting approved."

Damn. I don't deserve her kindness.

"Thank you," was all I could say.

(Y/N) nodded, pressing her lips into a thin line. I could tell she felt awkward. I shifted my focus back to mom, whose expression was rather amused at this point.

"Have they told you how long you'll have to stay?"

"Twenty-four hours. I won't be leaving until tomorrow," mom sighed.

"It's almost dinner time. Why don't the two of you go grab a bite to eat? You can sneak in some french fries for me later," she winked at (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled. God she has a beautiful smile.

"Are you sure? I wasn't planning on leaving," I told mom.

I don't want her to feel alone in the hospital.

"I'm more than sure," she squeezed my hand.

"You two go sit somewhere and have dinner," she urged again.

I nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

I had a feeling that if I didn't take (Y/N) to dinner like she insisted, I'd never hear the end of it.

Turning to (Y/N), I patted my pockets to make sure I had everything.

"Can I take you to dinner? If you already had plans, I understand."

(Y/N) nodded. She looked hopeful.

"I didn't have plans, and I'm starving," she smiled again.

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I drove (Y/N) to a local restaurant in my car. This was her first time in my car, and considering what we did the last time we were together in a car, you could say there was a bit of tension in the air. (Y/N) made short work of it.

"I'm sorry. I responded to the call this afternoon. I had no idea it was your mother," she breathed as she looked out the window.

I reached my hand over the console to place it on her knee.

"Hey, you were doing your job. I'm glad it was you."

I smiled when (Y/N)'s eyes traveled down to my hand before meeting mine.

"Your mom is a strong woman. She'll be okay," she cooed.

"Thank you. I'm glad that you've met her."

Pulling up to the restaurant and putting the car in park, I turned to face (Y/N).

"Is this okay for dinner? I didn't want to drive too far from the hospital."

(Y/N) looked at the sign with happy eyes.

"Of course. I love the burgers and shakes here."

Hauling myself inside felt like a monstrous task. I must be crashing from all the adrenaline that was coursing through my body once I got the call that mom was in the hospital. (Y/N) was dressed in her work uniform, and I was still wearing my clothes from the fitness center. It would be a casual first date to say the least.

Sliding into a booth, I watched (Y/N) slide into the other side. After a minute of ordering drinks and looking at the menu, we were able to place our order. (Y/N)'s smile almost split her cheeks when her chocolate shake with whipped cream landed on the table. She licked her lips. Shit. How could she be so seductive without even trying?

(Y/N) happily began drinking her shake as I sipped my water.

"I can't thank you enough for your help with the insurance. It means a lot," I scrubbed the back of my neck.

(Y/N) shrugged.

"It's no problem. I recommend it to a lot of patients. Your mom definitely needs it, and hopefully she'll get approved," she smiled, bobbing her straw in the shake.

"Yeah. I'm glad that now you have a better understanding of why I'm the way that I am. Since my mom's diagnosis, I've just been focusing on her. It's what she did for me my whole life," I shrugged.

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes honed in on me.

"My dad was an abusive asshole. My mom always shielded me from him. I'm not sad that he left, but my mom had to work twice as hard to support me because of it. I feel like it's only right to do that for her now that she needs me."

(Y/N)'s hand found mine across the table.

"Hey, you're a good son. She's lucky to have you. Your mom is really sweet. I can see why you're protective of her."

I laced my fingers through hers. Willing the harsh reality from my head, I decided to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"I guess this is technically our first date," I mentioned.

Looking up at (Y/N), I watched her cheeks flush.

"Oh, I guess it is," she smiled shyly.

"Well, if this is our first date, I have a very important question to ask you," her eyes lifted to mine again.

"Okay, what is it?"

"What's your favorite color?"

Hearing the unexpected question made me chuckle.

"My favorite color? That's easy. It's blue," I answered, stroking my thumb across her knuckles.

(Y/N) nodded.

"That's a good one," she remarked.

"What's yours?"

"Mine is green," she chirped.

"That's a good one, too. Green like forests."

"Yes, and blue like the ocean," she added.

I smiled. Things flowed so easily with her; I never had to force conversation.

We talked until our food arrived, and (Y/N) told me more about herself as we ate. She always asked my opinion on the topics as well. I learned that she's a cat person, an introvert, and the oldest child. I told her that I was a cat person as well due to dog allergies, an extrovert, and the only child. (Y/N) grinned at me from across the table.

"See? It's not so bad opening up a bit."

I sighed. I've known from the get-go that I should be more open with her. I grabbed (Y/N)'s hand on the table.

"I know. I'm sorry. This hasn't been fair to you. I just know that I would want to give myself to you completely, and I can't do that right now."

(Y/N) put her elbows on the table, and leaned forward.

"I'm grateful for what you have given me. I understand, family comes first," she squeezed my hand reassuringly.

Ah, fuck it.

"I did have to move back in with my mom to help since her diagnosis. But since she won't be home tonight, if you wanted to stay over, we'd have the house to ourselves."

I waited with baited breath for (Y/N)'s reply. Would the fact that I lived with my mom be a deal breaker? I know it definitely is for some people. Sure, it's a special case, but some people wouldn't care.

(Y/N) sucked in a sharp breath.

"I would love to stay over," she nodded.

"I just need to run home and grab some things real quick, if that's okay."

I released the breath I was holding.

"Of course. We'll order some french fries to go, and when we get back to the hospital, you can head home from there. I'll send you my address."

"Okay, but I still don't have your number," (Y/N) looked down at her fingers.

I paused. Shit, that's right. This woman must think I'm a grade A asshole, and she's still willing to stay with me?

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I asked (Y/N) to recite her number to me. I sent her a kissy face emoji. I spoke when I heard her phone ding.

"There, now you have my number," I winked.

"Now let's order those fries. I'm pretty sure that if I go back to my mom without them, I'll end up in the hospital, too."

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king x fem reader #jonah hauer king x you #my stuff

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waeirfaahl · 4 months

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Aku's food preferences

Well, although the show almost never demonstrates, how Aku eats, there are some tiny moments, which imply that he actually is not against of eating and drinking food mortals like. To be clear, due to his biology, Aku is immune to various bacteria, viruses and microbes, because they will simply dissolve in his oil-acidic body without causing him any harm. Even acidophile organisms and plants won't survive near him. So, he basically can eat and absorb whatever he wants — living organisms, corpses, bones, rotten fruits etc. From another side, the only moments, when Aku eats, are on the advertising signs. He eats burgers and drinks cola.

Later we barely see, how he in Ikra form drinks wine or sorta of this.

And also briefly joke how he ordered a pizza.

So, yes, he is not indifferent to a normal food, to alcohol etc. And after thinking about it I started to wonder — does Aku smoke? Honestly, in my personal headcanon (exists pretty long time) he very often smokes, mostly for to relieve stress. Plus, again, due to his biology, he can smoke without any harm for himself. So, why not? P.S. A brilliant actor dies in someone talented. And, for example, The Warrior Woman episode confirms Aku's acting skills.

#aku #aku theories #aku samurai jack #samurai jack #samurai jack 5 season

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golden--doodler · 7 months

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Hi yes hello pls talk about your Linda is deaf AU. 👀 I am v v curious.

Awwwwww! You wanna know about my AU?? 🥺🥺🥺

*Cracks knuckles* Time for me to yell about an AU literally no one asked for (I don't how I even got this super random idea in the first place, it just kind of happened).

But anyway, the gist is that everything's the same, except Linda was born with some sort of ear condition that's affected her hearing ever since she was born. For quite a few years, her hearing was still passable, and she could get by--especially in her younger years, her hearing was actually almost on par with a normal person's. But by the time she turned around 17, her hearing got significantly worse, and she became deaf.

She began wearing hearing aids, but hearing aids aren't perfect and can be quite uncomfortable. She's mainly relied on sign language and visual cues to get by, but because she's heard sounds before, she still talks quite a bit. Maybe not as much as in canon, but she's still the Linda we all know and love. She just can't hear.

Gloria refuses to believe that Linda has anything wrong with her hearing, for some reason. Gayle is actually quite kind about Linda's disability and has done her best to accommodate. She's still Gayle and is pretty terrible at sign language, but it's the thought that counts! And it leads to Linda getting super excited every time Gayle says anything correctly in sign language. Gayle even accompanied Linda to get hearing aids for the first time and helped pay for them, because Gloria is awful. Al just doesn't really know what's going on.

Bob is an even better partner than he is in canon. Yes, I didn't think that was possible, either, but it's true. When he and Linda met for the first time, Linda didn't reveal she was deaf at first, because she was afraid of what he would think. Hugo was actually accommodating, but he still made her feel strange about her disability. Like, he would make little comments that he didn't intend to be microaggressions but still felt like them. Bob eventually found out, though, and when he did, his immediate reaction was to try to learn as much sign language as he could to communicate with her in a way that was easier for her. And after years upon years of practice, he's basically become fluent and is really good at sign language. He found something besides cooking that he's proficient in! :D So of course he likes to brag about that.

Some of my other favorite tidbits are (you can find all of my headcanons in this old post: https://www.tumblr.com/golden--doodler/711107535901540352/bobs-burgers-au?source=share&ref=_tumblr):

--As mentioned before, Gene doesn't really know sign language, and basically never uses it. However, he does know one phrase: "More cookie, please" (this was just taken directly from the Hawkeye show but it's very fitting for Gene). He still uses this one phrase from time to time once the occasion calls for it. Linda finds it very endearing.

----Linda learned how to sign the entirety of I Love U So Much (It's Scary) by Boyz 4 Now. during the events of The Hauntening in Season 6, to get into the Halloween spirit. Tina immediately insisted Linda teach her how. Louise also eventually admitted she wanted to learn, especially because she was in a good mood after the family put in so much effort to scare her on Halloween for the first time. In fact, everyone was kind of impressed she was able to learn how to sign the entire song. Of course, when Linda began teaching them, Louise still vehemently denied her celebrity crush on Boo Boo.

----It's revealed in the Season 11 Episode The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment that Linda's dad, Al, uses hearing aids like Linda, but he just has them because he's old. In the episode, I imagine Bob making a comment about how being around Al made him appreciate Linda even more because he insists Al is somehow way more difficult to deal with when it comes to his hearing loss than she ever was.

--During the events of the song "Bad Things are Bad" in Wharf Horse (Or How Bob Saves/Destroys the Town) Part 2 at the end of Season 4, Tammy, Zeke, Jimmy Jr., Rudy, plus all the other kids who're talking to Linda, Gene, and Louise hold up signs while they're talking with the words they're saying written on them (such as "maybe you'll find him inside of this vase"). This is because Tina and Louise are the only ones there who even mildly know sign language (besides Linda, of course), so they wanted to make sure Linda understood what they were talking about, especially with how dire the situation was. She did appreciate the gesture.

--This doesn't have to do with the actual AU, but if you want to see a bit of the inspiration I got for this AU, definitely check out the deaf, Queer YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, because she's amazing and deserves all the love. Her channel might be where I do some of my research for this AU: https://youtu.be/u3rrCpYTgv8?si=INgUB5oaubC8qZQ6

--During the episode in which Bob and Linda have their "snoring contest" (I think it's Season 8, Episode 12), Bob wonders if Linda is even able to hear their snoring, especially because she has to take her hearing aids out to sleep. She commented that while she mostly can't, she can actually hear it faintly, because of how loud it is. She also can very much feel the vibrations of his snoring specifically, which she says is very comforting for her. He didn't expect to find that so touching, but he does.

--Felix Fischoeder doesn't know sign language but pretended he did when he learned that Linda's deaf, to everyone's annoyance.

--Mr. Fischoeder just casually knows sign language, and was very casual about Linda being deaf (he was just like "oh, cool, that makes sense, you're not getting discounted on the rent though") and is actually quite enthusiastic about using sign language in front of Linda, because he's just like that, it's honestly a little sweet (though he's strangely averse to explaining the reasons why. Maybe he learned for illegal reasons somehow...).

--Teddy knows some sign language! He's definitely not fluent, but he does know an impressive amount for some reason I haven't come up with yet, and loves to show off his skills for Linda. Occasionally, Linda will actually catch Teddy and Bob having a conversation or two in sign language, even when they think she's not around. She finds it hilarious, and also surprisingly sweet.

--Speaking of her voice, she's practiced endlessly to have her voice be as clear as a deaf person's can be (because she knows how much easier it is to understand people when their voice is clear, she wants to make sure hers is clear for others), so she still sounds pretty similar to how she does in the show, with her even retaining her New Jersey accent. Everyone, or at least most people, has definitely noticed how clear and usually easy to understand the tone of her voice is. This was definitely helped by the fact she used to be able to hear in her youth.

And of course, last (not certainly not least) I have to once again share this lovely Commission surrounding this AU that @drawthethingdoppelganger made for me all the way back in March that I still treasure to this day. It takes place during Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, and when the wind blocks out what the priest officiating Connor and Farrah's wedding is saying, their exchange for this piece goes something like this:

"Hey! At least I'm not the only one who can't hear this, right? Ironic, isn't it?"

*Chuckles* "Stop making me laugh when I'm so stressed, Lin."

(Oh, and also, Bob's doing the sign for "Yes" with his hand! :D)

#bobs burgers au #deaf representation #thank you so much for asking about this!! i was so nervous about sharing this at first #especially because i'm a hearing person and this idea kind of came out of nowhere (but probably inspired by jessica kellgren-fozard)#but now this au is one of my favorites because i just grew so attached to it #there needs to be more deaf representation in media and i just crave more content of bob being the best partner ever

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Lights

Media My Left Hand Man / Phantom Halo / Sleep No More

Character Samuel Emmerson

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Cute

Fictional Advent Day seven

I smiled as I pulled my car up in front of the little house, the streets empty but a few abandoned cars, weeds poking through the path and porches last painted twenty years ago. The little house was tattered and broken as the landlord refused to upkeep it mostly because the occupants weren't great with paying rent. The light outside the front door broken the glass smashed with the bulb exposed in a few spots but still on cascading orange light on the front porch, sat on the small wooden steps was a very excited Samuel. In his usual half tattered knock off Nike's from the market in town, light blue jeans white and ripped in the knees a couple of the rips having been sewn up, a loose basic white t-shirt with a red and green plaid button down without any buttons done up.

The moment he saw My car he jumped from the steps like a child having spotted the ice cream truck and he bolted over excitedly opening the door and climbing into my passenger seat

“Hi”

“Hi” I smiled leaning over a little to give his lips a sweet kiss which he happily returned kissing me back slowly and softly our kisses turning into a gentle snog after a while till I pulled back “ready to go?”

“Absolutely!” He smiled putting his seatbelt on “where are we going?” He asked

“I have a plan for tonights date night” I smiled as I headed off driving out of this side of town and spotting the neon drive through sign “first things first, chocolate milkshake or hot chocolate?”

“Really!”

“Yep.”

“I don't have any money with me”

“You let me worry about it” I smiled tapping his thigh

“Hot chocolate please,” he blushed

So I pulled in and up to the speaker “hi, could I get two hot chocolates, two plain ice cream cups, three large fries, a extra large nuggets, two large chicken burgers, two large hamburgers and throw in those little corndog nuggets”

“Please proceed to the second window…”

“You hungry honey?”

“Yes I am starving” I laughed as I moved my car “but when did you last eat something?”

“I'm okay”

“Sammy,”

“I had some sunny side up eggs this morning… well I cooked them I only ate half of one because the eggs were infact gone off. I suspected they may have been but they where a dollar I couldn't say no to one dollar eggs”

“I really worry about you in that house” I laughed paying for our food and moving to the next window it took a couple of minutes given it was a big order but soon enough everything was passed thought and we pulled into a space to get sorted eating a bunch of our food it was cute watching Sammy try and be slow with his food but give he was so hungry most of it was gone in about five minutes leaving us with mostly snacking stuff and of course our hot chocolate which we both took out ice cream and added to the hot chocolate to make it nice and creamy

“So? What's the plan now?” He asks “or is it just food time?”

“We are gonna go an drive around the Rich fancy people neighborhoods and see all there pretty Christmas lights while we have our hot chocolate”

“Awww that's cute. Can we go past the house that has the huge dinosaur wearing a scarf and Santa hat?”

“Of course we will” I smiled giving him a kiss

“I love you”

“Love you too” I smiled stealing a nugget from him

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atinytinaa · 2 years

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The Lonely Hearts Club

Are you lonely too?

Pairing: Punk!Wooyoung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Battle of the bands, Slow burn

Warnings: red head wooyoung, mean wooyoung, swear words. Mention of ice cream.

Please tell me if I'm missing something

a/n: Please like and reblog, Feedback is highly appreciated, Thank you for reading :)

(Has not been proof read)

Track Two: Graveyard

You shook your head and sighed.

"you've got to be kidding me?" You questioned. Sana stood next to you. Big smile on her face, she just nodded at you.

"Battle of the bands. Someone has to beat We the kings this year" She stated, sipping at her milk shake, as she walked away from where you were observing the poster.

You scoffed. Following behind her.

"Right, and it's going to be me and this imaginary band"

She whipped around, making you bump into her.

"not just any band y/n '' she raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on her face. "The band of the century".

"look i know you've had this fantasy of being in a band bu-"

You looked around and observed the stores in front of you as people came in and out.

"What do we need at the music store?" You questioned

"Song Mingi"

"Song Mingi? The nerd?" You said, shocked at the quiet boy she's suggesting

"The same Mingi that projectile vomited in front of everyone in 6th grade?"

Peeking from behind the guitars, staring at said boy as he helped a family buy a piano for their child.

"Yes, dear cousin, Song Mingi, the same one who graffitied on the teachers car for senior day"

You gasped, not believing a word that came out of her mouth.

"You mean fix on?"

She nodded.

"Trust me he's your guy, straight A's, strict korean parents have made him play cello since he was five years old, he's basically a prodigy" she threw her arm around you, her body weight against yours "but it wasn't till he heard John Entwistle from The Who play his solo on My generation did he change his mind and started to play bass behind there back"

You stared at her a bit creeped out at how she knew all this information.

"If his parents found out they'd probably kill him" Sana said, turning towards you.

"Now, how do you plan to get him into the band?"

"Me?" you Shouted a little too loud, making the girl shush you.

"Yes. You. Who else?"

You gaped at her like a goldfish out of water.

"This was your idea not mine"

"Yes but it's your band"

"My band? you were the one who suggested -"

Your fight was broken by a deep voice coughing, making you both look at him comically.

"Can I help you ladies?" Questioned the Tall boy.

"Well that didn't go so bad,did it?"

You glared at the girl from her seat across from yours. thinking back on the fool you made yourself in front of Mingi

"He probably thinks i'm a freak"

"I don't think he minds, he's pretty cute, have i dated him before?"

You were too lost in your thoughts to respond to her, as she scrolled her phone, probably looking for the next member.

Having a bassist meant having a guitarist and that meant having a drummer as well.

You Gasped snapping up with a big smile on your face.

"We need to go to wendys!"

"Why are we at Wendys?" Sana questioned.

The sun had set, making the night chilly, as you both stared up at the neon sign of the fast food restaurant.

"Because, dear cousin, i know exactly who could be our guitarist"

You pulled the door open, the smell of fried food hitting you all at once and the sound of Steve vai shredding on the guitar landed on your ears.

You smiled to yourself, staring at your only other friend in this beat up town, frying burgers.

"Yunho!"

The giant looked up from his work giving you his big puppy eye smile.

"Y/n!" he eagerly said

Jeong Yunho. High school dropout. legendary guitar solos at underground shows. Doesn't know what to do with his life but seems to be happy where he is.

The boy jumped over the counter in a rush, bringing you in for a big hug.

"Do you want some ice cream?" the boy murmured, mushing his face into your hair.

The moment you met Yunho it was as if everything had fallen into place, you guys were soulmates, not the romantic type, but your brother/ sister type of love.

" Yes please with sprinkles on top" you beamed, relaxing at the counter as you watched the boy make your ice cream.

He cleared his throat.

"So what brings you here Tiny?" he questioned, broad back towards you

" Well me and-"

You looked around for the pink haired girl, as the sound of the door opening rang out.

"Sorry y/n Mina had called and said she had a fashi- on emergency" she sighed out, stopping in her tracks, her eyes glazing over with a dreamy look in them.

You turned to see your ice cream cone crushed in Yunho's big hands, ice cream dripping down onto the floor as he stared back the same dreamy haze in his soft eyes.

"H-Hi" He Stuttered out, whipping his free hand on his apron, pushing you slightly out of the way.

"Hello" Sana Said nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking hands with the boy, both gasping at the contact.

It was as if two magnets were drawing each other in, they could not take their eyes off of each other.

"umm guys?" you snapped , making them both stare at you, as you stared back eyebrows furrowed at what you had just witnessed.

"Are you okay?"

They let go of each other's hands, hearing yeses and a few shy giggles come from them.

"Umm, shall we sit down and talk?" you scratched at your head, not sure what to do.

Yunho and Sana sat down across from each other, Sana fluttering her eyelashes at the tall boy who stared back in awe, knuckles to his rosy cheeks.

"Getting to the point i need a guitarist to play in-"

"i'll do it" the boy answered, the love sick look on his face not leaving once.

"You will?"

"You will?".

Did you really just witness your cousin and your best friend fall in love with each other? and at first sight?

"Okay then" you said getting up from the booth.

"i'll wait for you outside, uhh Yunho Text me"

only a hum came from the duo making you roll your eyes at them.

Who needed love anyways when you had music

Right?

"Well"? You smirked, as the girl got into her car, a new aura surrounding her. She sighed with a big smile on her face turning the car on as she drove out of the empty parking lot.

Where is he? sana questioned

Yeosang, the boy's bored eyes stared back into hers through the glass of the concession stand.

"Out back like always" he muttered.

"What are we doing" you asked, hesitantly

As she pushed open the emergency door, letting you out first, She just smiled at you with mischief in her eyes.

"Getting you a drummer".

You heard the sounds of cheers and beers being cracked open, the parking lot to the town's cinema was a very famous hang out spot for those who enjoyed illegal activity and just as you expected everyone who was someone in this town was here.

A red haired boy pushed himself up onto one of the trash cans, letting his leather jacket hang around his elbows, showing off the different tattoos he had scattered on his arms, air guitaring to the song that played off the speaker.

You didn't need to look at the owner of that high pitched laugh to know exactly who it was.

The infamous Jung wooyoung.

The red haired male has always been very outgoing, not shying away from a challenge or the chance to make someone else laugh.

You stopped in your tracks, the thought of leaving Sana alone crossed your mind.

"What the hell are we doing here?" You whispered, harshly.

She knew very well you didn't like being near the type of crowd she's involved with but she just smirked at you, not expecting the next words to pierce you with hurt.

"Just because you and San stopped talking to Wooyoung doesn't mean I did"

and just like that she ran towards the redhead screaming his nickname for everyone to hear. The boy perked up at the mear call of his name, a gorgeous white pearly smile on his tanned skin as he twirled the girl around, picking her up off of the ground.

Rolling your eyes, you walked slowly towards the duo drying your sweaty palms on your skirt. Already knowing how this interaction is going to go.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite girl"

You looked up at a split hair dyed boy, his small hand intertwined with a sharp eyed boy.

"Kim Hongjoong!" You beamed, relieved that at least you knew a face.

The world suddenly became a blur for the red head as he locked his cold brown eyes onto you. He could suddenly hear his heart pounding in his ears, his hands sweating and shaking from familiar feelings hitting him after all those years.

The boy scanned you, hiding his disbelief that it was really you, the years doing wonders to you. You weren't that child he used to make mud cakes with. Now, you are a woman.

He watched as Hongjoong hugged you, making him clench his fist, his anger bubbling up, preparing to burst at any moment. But Sana calling you over shook him out of his stupor.

"How about you love? How's this shitty town been treating you?" Hongjoong asked taking a drag of his cigarette

"Well i se-"

Sana called out to you, making everyone stare at you. Not liking the attention, you put your hood up to hide your blushing cheeks.

You bid your goodbyes to the two boys before you, Hongjoong telling you that he'll call you for future producing sessions.

You stared straight into Wooyoung's cold eyes as they stared back at you without emotion, as you made your way towards the excited female side.

"Wooyoung this is y-"

"I know who she is" he deadpanned, taking a cigarette out of his leather jacket

Sana hesitantly smiled, not expecting for the conversation to go this way, She just smiled at you and grabbed your arm, trying to comfort you.

"Well the reason I have brought you both here is because, we're entering battle of the bands and we need a drummer and-"

The boy lit the cigarette, not once taking his eyes off of you

"No"

His reaction didn't surprise you. Wooyoung stopped having any affection for you a long time ago, Sana whined and pouted at him.

You were annoyed at the situation that she had gotten you into.

"You're wasting your time Sana" you scoffed, not backing down. Your mother once taught you to stare down your enemies and that was what you were trying to do, but who are we kidding this Jung wooyoung scares you.

"If it isn't Miss goodie tooshoos " he chuckled "can you finally talk without stuttering?"

He taunted you by walking closer, making you take a little step back as he leaned down to your height, blowing the smoke of the cigarette he was smoking into your face, making you give a little cough as you waved your hand.

you bit down on your tongue.

"What?" He questioned tilting his head to the side, feigning innocence.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You clenched your fist at his words, the boy playing with your emotions

"Wooyoung don't be a prick" Sana Scolded, pushing him back from you.

"You haven't changed a bit" you retaliated

The last thing you expected was laughter to escape the males lips.

" Yeah?" He questioned, getting even closer to your face, staring down at your lips as he bit down on his.

“After years of friendship. That's how you greet an old friend?” he chuckled, turning his back towards you, about to walk away when your next words make hip stop in his tracks.

Maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“You’re no friend of mine”

The boy sniffed, turning towards you with a cocky grin on his face, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

He once again leaned down towards you, now lips at your ear, as you tensed up from the closeness of the male.

"Well you're still that shy, nervous kid, who won't get anywhere because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants y/n" he whispered eyes meeting yours.

"It looks like we both haven't changed."

You breath hitched at his words, he stood to his full height, taking one more puff of his cigarette, he dropped it right in front of you smashing it with his black combat boots.

You stared down at the asphalt, hands in tight fists, shaking at his words, as he walked away leaving Sana and you stunned at his attitude.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't" you snapped tears finally falling. "Sana just leave me alone please"

You wiped your tears with the back of his gray hoodie and made your way home.

That's not the Wooyoung you grew up with.

#ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez oneshots #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung au

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justgothamcitythings · 1 year

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THE NOT-ULTIMATE OBVIOUSLY PARTIAL AND INCOMPLETE GUIDE TO EATIN' IN GOTHAM

So you're coming to Gotham City. Where does the discerning traveler get their nosh on? `Cause there's no WAY that we're eating at TGI Friday's.

Well, you're in luck, friendo. This native is going to spill on some of the most famous places in Gotham, as well as less-known local joints that everyone should try.

LUIGI'S Best. Fookin'. Pizza. In. Gotham. Yeah, they sell by the slice, but getchaself a pie. It's worth it. Classic sicilian, the crust is JUST a hair thicker than norm, but still bendy and thin - it's just not bendy enough to drop all the toppings on the floor when you pick it up. Best of all worlds, amazing homemade sauce. 10/10.

CHEZ VOUS Y'know the stereotypes about French restaurants being snooty and overpriced? Yeah, toss `em out the window. Chez Vous is the only French takeout joint I know. It helps that the Tarte A La Tomate is basically a puff-pastry pizza with mustard instead of red sauce. It's all very rustic French, even slipping in some Basque cuisine, and it's all damn good - but the best part is it won't break your wallet. Twelve bucks'll get you through almost any dish on the menu. Also, yes, like half the menu is fully vegan. 9/10, they lose a point for pretending they don't know what you're talking about when you ask for "the French pizza thing".

KATYA'S Formerly "Katya's Italian Kitchen", 3rd Street. Still called that according to the sign that they haven't changed yet. Just plain good Italian. Homemade pasta, and the mushroom tortellini is perfect. It's an open secret that it's a mafia front, but it stays in business because A) the Zucco family hasn't really done anything outside of white collar crime since Tony Zucco got fingered for murder a decade-plus ago, and B) it's pretty deece. 8/10, a little overpriced but solid, don't spring for the calzones.

BIG BELLY BURGER There's about twenty locations in Gotham, and if you want fast food, yeah it's damn good. They used to have the HQ here and they still treat their restaurants like they're the 'flagships' for the franchise. Expect a big honkin' slab of steamed meat with gooey white cheese in the middle, whatever veg you want (they nickle-and-dime you for anything past pickle and onion but they have a REALLY impressive selection anyway) and the trademark Big Belly Sauce (which I think is just thousand island without pickle but it's still good). The only weakness here is the fries, which are okay, but not great. 7/10, gives me heartburn every time.

BAT-BURGER This place gains points from my point of view by relentlessly mocking the asshats who keep trying to make Gotham a worse place to live. WHY YES I WOULD LIKE TO JOKERIZE THOSE FRIES! In all honesty it's a good mid-grade fast food place that gets extra points for proper seasoning on everything. Just don't go to the one in Old Gotham, the manager is constantly drunk and I doubt it's EVER been properly cleaned. 7/10 for most locations, 3/10 for OG.

THE ICEBERG LOUNGE Okay, y'know how it's an open secret that Katya's is a mafia front? The Iceberg Lounge isn't a secret, it relishes in it. This is Ozzie Cobblepot's one 100% legit venture, which is why it keeps surviving when he gets thrown in the slammer (I think it's technically owned by a separate property management company now, so they can't touch it anymore…). Big band music, glorious art deco themeing, and legit the best seafood in the city. 9/10, if you can afford the splurge it's worth it.

CUBBY'S DINING CAR This diner has been in business since 1937, and they've barely changed the menu since 1937. That means that yes, you can still get a hot Dr. Pepper here, and yes, it's still gross. No-frills breakfast standards and burgers. The "Cub Sauce" is just chili sauce, it's a nightmare for the digestion but it's almost worth it. Bonus points for having a loose meat "miscellaneous poultry" sammich they call "Skymeat". The owner claims that this is a local thing from West Virginia, I really don't buy it. 5/10, menu is a mixed bag but it's an experience, and they never close which is nice.

LOU'S CANDY SHOPPE While nominally 'just a candy shop', this place actually has a really good menu. Old fashioned malts and egg creams, Gotham style dogs that are as good as any street cart but prepared in a marginally cleaner environment, and even cheesesteaks (with whiz, always). The walls of Lou's are plastered with Gotham history, which Lou himself refers to as 'his trophies', basically anything that he lived through. 8/10, there's only three tables or this would probably rate higher.

IL-SHAN-TEN If you want decent Japanese food in Gotham Proper, this isn't a bad spot. It's halfway between an izakaya and a diner, and they make really good donburi. The place used to be a mahjong parlor (hence the name) and it's evidently gotten kinda trendy lately? Expect a crowd, but not a bad crowd. 6/10, a little overpriced, but serviceable.

THE GOTHAM BAR AND GRILL They say this place used to be good years ago. I don't believe it. As a bar, TGBaG is halfway passable, so long as you don't want a cocktail more complex than a boilermaker. As a grill, it's godawful. Burgers come in two varieties - underdone and burnt. Steaks are stingy, the fish and chips tastes indescribable (and not in a good way, but in a Cthulhu kinda way). Fries are passable. 2/10, avoid, the name does not make it a local institution, and the fact that it's been in business since `39 makes it an anomaly, not a mark of pride.

BLACK BASS BAR Now this is more like it. Closed from six AM to noon, seedy as all get out but lively and fun. The embodiment of a dive bar. Classic Brit style fish and chips, decent mini pizzas, cheap and greasy. 8/10, no, the bartender won't sleep with you but she's fun to hang with.

FOOD JUNCTON I think it's supposed to say "junction". Had to end this with my favorite anomaly. This place is right outside the stadium (GO KNIGHTS) and it's literally an old carnival food trailer that the put on a foundation and called good. It serves gyros and kebabs in various forms, all to go unless you want to sit on the curb (which a lot of people do). The only drink they serve is mystery-flavor Kool-Aid. Cheap as balls, homemade tzatziki or "happy sauce" (which is equally homemade ranch that they refuse to call ranch), always good. 12/10, a must-have.

Alright, that's it, if anyone has any requests for a short review I'll add `em in later with a reblog.

#Gotham City #Just Gotham City Things #Restaurants #Restaurant reviews #Food #Deliciousness

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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Good Trouble ~ Chapter Four

Durin’s Garage AU - Good Trouble

Modern Spin on The Hobbit

Summary: When your car breaks down, there is only one garage in town - Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. And sometimes, they do more than just tune your engine, check your oil, and top off your fluids…

Everyone in town knows Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs is THE place to go when your car needs work, and everyone knows that Dwalin Fundinson is to be avoided outside of the garage. He’s an ace mechanic, but trouble otherwise.

Your evening with Dwalin ends on a high note and you even get up the nerve to ask him about a certain tattoo…

Pairing: Modern!Dwalin x reader

Warning: E - NSFW 18+ - Oral sex (m/f receiving,) unprotected intercourse (m/f)

Word Count: 4,671

Khuzdal translations: Mesmel - my jewel of jewels

Abnâmul - beautiful

Kakhf - Shit

Tag List: @tschrist1 @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @linasofia @fizzyxcustard @legolasbadass @kibleedibleedoo @xxbyimm @arrthurpendragon @exhausted-humxn-being @rachel1959 @laurfilijames @sketch-and-write-lover @sherala007 @enchantzz @knitastically @notlostgnome @myselfandfantasy @ggfamert @medusas-hairband @guardianofrivendell @jotink78 @ruthoakenshield

The Nest was the basement pub of a restaurant called Pheasant’s Landing, which was a far fancier and often reserved for weddings and sweet sixteen parties and the like. But the Nest was relaxed and dark and as the hostess showed you to a small booth in the far corner, you smiled when Dwalin’s hand came to rest at the small of your back. This place was perfect.

The pub was divided by a pseudo-brick wall that rose halfway to the ceiling, separating the bar area from some tables and a small dance floor. The booths were on the bar side of the brick wall, tucked into the corner, where it was quiet enough to talk and loud enough to hear the music.

It was Thursday and the handwritten sign in the foyer advertised a local band would be playing come eight o’clock, but until then, the sound system played classic rock softly while you perused the menu, which was mostly basic, simple bar food. Burgers. Sandwiches. Nachos. Mozzarella sticks. Potato skins. Thing of that nature.

“Hi, guys,” the waitress came over with a smile, “I’m Shelly and I’ll be your waitress for the evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Dwalin smiled up at her. “Do you have Angel’s Envy bourbon?”

“I don’t think so,” Shelly shook her head, “sorry.”

“What do you have?”

“Bulleit, Willet, Maker’s Mark, and Jim Beam.”

“I’ll have a Bulleit Manhattan straight up.”

“I can do that.” She turned to you. “And what can I get you, miss?”

“I’ll have an apple martini, please.”

Dwalin waited until Shelly left before grinning at you. “An apple martini? Seriously?”

“What’s wrong with that? I like girly drinks.”

He shook his head as he opened his leather-bound menu. “Apple martini. That’s a lightweight drink.”

“I am around booze and those who drink it ten hours a day, five—sometimes six—days a week. I like my girly, lightweight drinks and I don’t care if they are girly and lightweight.”

He winked. “I’m only teasin’ ye, ye know.”

You made a face at him and ducked behind your menu. It was basic pub fare—burgers, chicken, French fries, comfort food. It all sounded delicious and when Shelly came back with your drinks, you still hadn’t decided.

“Ready to order?” she asked, pencil at the ready.

Dwalin ordered a bacon cheeseburger, hold the onions, and fries and when Shelly looked over at you, you were like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh… cheeseburger with mozzarella, no onions, no mayo. And fries.”

“Coming up.”

Shelly took the menus and bounced off and you picked up your martini. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Really? I thought everyone passed through here.”

“I’ve only been here a few months, remember.” You lifted the glass to your lips. It was a little light on the apple schnapps, but good otherwise and by the time you finished it, you weren’t nearly as nervous.

While the food was standard pub fare, it was delicious and left you feeling almost uncomfortably full. You hoped that Dwalin wasn’t put off by the fact that you didn’t pretend you didn’t eat, and that you thoroughly enjoyed your burger enough that it was almost embarrassing.

But all he said was, “Do ye have room for dessert?”

“Oh, God, no. I don’t think I could eat another bite.”

By then, the band had arrived and had begun warming up when Shelly returned to see if you were interested in coffee. You shook your head. “No, thank you.”

Dwalin did the same, adding, “Just the check, please.”

Shelly nodded and darted off, and he met your gaze across the table. “I think we should do this again.”

“Eat?”

“Ha, funny.” He reached over to catch your hand just by the fingers. “Go out again. I’ve had a good time.”

“I’m game.”

“When’s yer next night off?”

“The Dunraven is closed on Mondays, so then.”

“Ye work all weekend?”

“Tips are good on the weekend.”

“Would ye mind if I came in to visit ye?”

“To visit or to keep obnoxious frat boys away from me?”

He grinned, his eyes glinting in the low lamplight. “A little of both.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Good.”

Shelly returned with the bill and Dwalin glared at you as you reached for your wristlet. “Yer money’s no good,” he told you, his voice a low growl. “I asked ye out, I pay for ye.”

“I didn’t want to assume anything.”

He winked, tugging an American Express card from his wallet to slip into the folio with the bill. “Ye mean like how I’m assuming ye’ll sleep with me again?”

A pleasant warmth swept through you. You leaned your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your fist. “So, you expect me to put out because you bought me dinner?”

He offered up a long look and a slow smile that made your belly kink. “I absolutely do, mesmel.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. This kind of violates the third date rule.”

Shelly came back to grab the folio and he waited until she bounced off once more before mimicking your position and murmuring, “We already violated that rule, ye know. And all I’ve been able to think about today is violating it with ye again.”

The low, growling pull of his voice sent a flutter through you. You probably shouldn’t tell him it was all you could think about as well, but that didn't stop you as you said, “So take me home and let’s see if you get lucky.”

Shelly returned with his card and the receipt and said, “You folks have a lovely evening!”

Dwalin’s eyes darkened as they met yours and he said, “We will.”

Outside, a hint of snow filled the air again and you shivered as you buttoned your coat. His hand came to rest at the small of your back. “It’s a good thing I didn't bring my bike. We’d be popsicles by the time we got back to your place.”

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“I do not. Friday is my day off.” Warmth from his fingers seeped into your back, taking some of the chill from your bones. “What time do ye go in?”

“Two. I work two to midnight on Friday, four to close on Saturday and noon to six on Sunday.”

“So I can keep ye up late if I want?”

You almost laughed at the hopeful note in his deep voice. “You can keep me up as late as you want.”

He stopped then, and turned you toward him. “I like the sound of that,” he growled, bending toward you.

His lips met yours and the hand that had been on your back tightened to draw you flush against him Between his heavy leather jacket and your equally heavy wool coat, you didn't feel much, but that didn't matter because just the silken caress of his tongue gliding along yours was enough to get your body humming. He kissed slowly, teasingly, and as he kissed you, he tightened his arms about you. When you parted, he was slightly out of breath as he murmured, “I could get used to this.”

“You’re not the only one.”

“Let’s go back to yer place before I’ll be pulling ye into my lap in the car. Ye thought yer Jeep’s ceiling was low, ye’d end up with a concussion in my car.”

“I’d rather avoid that, if at all possible.”

“Me, too.” He caught your hand, bringing it up to brush the back of it with his lips. It was a sweet gesture, but with the way you were feeling, it only added to the heat already swirling through you. You wanted only to get him alone and you couldn’t get to your apartment quickly enough.

As the door to your apartment closed, you flattened yourself against him, which flattened him against said door. You pushed up onto your toes, slipped your arms about his neck, and pulled him down to meet your kiss. That was the lit match set to dry kindling and as his lips parted and his tongue met yours, you shoved the heavy leather jacket from his shoulders. It hit the floor with a soft whump, followed by an even softer whump of your coat hitting the floor.

His fingers curled about the hem of your loose gray sweater. He tugged, whisking it over your head, and then bent to smoke a trail of kisses along your collarbone, down over the rise of your breast. He lifted his head, tracing a fingertip along that rise. You wore a black lace balconette bra, which only made the curve fuller and when he looked up, his eyes were almost all pupil as he whispered, “I like this.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, absolutely.” His hand curved against your breast and he offered up a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing along your nipple.

“I thought you might.” You stepped back and unhooked your black skirt to let spill from you and as you did, he groaned softly in the back of his throat.

“Mahal have mercy…” he whispered, his gaze roaming over you—black lace bra, black lace thong.

Black lace garter belt with black thigh highs.

He reached for you, tugged you to his chest, and as his mouth slashed down over yours, he slid one hand along your thigh, beneath the lacy garter, to nudge aside the thong. The tip of his finger slid into your slick folds, along your clit, toward your entrance, where he swirled it, then slid it inside you to thrust gently.

Your fingernails bit into his neck, your hips rolled to meet his stroke. Heat swept through you with each thrust, with each withdrawal. He cupped his hand against you, his thumb grazing over your clit, pressing down on it, slowly sliding about it, as his tongue thrust into your mouth to tease yours.

You sighed into his mouth, sliding one hand along his firm belly, down over the thick ridge of his erection. You tugged at his belt, at his fly, and wasted no time in easing your hand beneath the soft cotton of his boxer briefs to seek him out.

He arched against you as you drew the tip of your forefinger along the length of his cock, as you traced from the coarse curls that you knew were still quite dark, along that sleek shaft, up over his tip, to collect the silky fluid bubbling there and glide it along him as you stroked back toward his body.

Dwalin teased you harder now, pressing with a bit more force against your clit, whispering, “Mesmel, what you do to me.”

Your head spun from his attentions, the warmth turning to heat, turning to fire, as he brought you to the edge and just held you there. You gripped his cock tighter, smiling as he moaned softly into your mouth. The battle of wills was on, and you didn't care if you won or lost because either way, it felt amazing. He teased you with that thick finger, and you arched to meet him as sweet knots of pleasure twisted your insides.

He broke away first, and without warning, lifted you easily to pin you against the door. He reached between you, and you cried out as he fit himself inside you and thrust hard. Of their own accord, your legs wrapped about his waist, your fingernails dug into the fabric covering his broad shoulders. He thrust again, his lips hungry as they seized yours. With that second thrust, your climax already bore down on you. He’d brought you so close before entering you, that your body was primed and ready for that delicious release. Too bad you were not ready for it to be over just yet, but wanted to savor each delectable sensation he evoked as he slid deep, eased back, and surged again. Each thrust came powerful and hard, but he wasn’t fast, wasn’t hammering into you, but seemed determined to draw out the pleasure for you both as long as he possibly could.

Hot sparks shot through you as his hands tightened on you, as he pressed you harder into the sleek wood. You slid up with each thrust, came down with each near-withdrawal. He surged again and this time, you tightened your legs to hold him deep inside you, then rocked your hips to grind your clit up against the base of his cock. He moaned into your mouth, shuddering as you moved faster against him. You couldn’t help it. The friction came sweet and your orgasm swirled about you. You squeezed. You ground hard against him. You moved faster still as everything inside you hummed and pulsed with white-hot pleasure. The knots tightened. Your fingernails practically tore through his shirt as you desperately tried to reach that summit.

Dwalin moaned low in his throat, his body trembling. “Mesmel,” he breathed, his hips moving faster now, “oh, kakhf … ye feel so good…”

Then it happened.

You shattered, coming undone when he reached between you to drag his thumb over your clit, pulsing all around him as the first wave washed over you. You tightened your legs, his name a long, pleading moan on your lips as he thrust hard, shuddered against you, and spilled inside you, growling your name as he did.

His thumb slowed on your clit as you sank again him, fighting to breathe, whimpering as the sparks stung you from head to toe. “Dwalin…” was all you could muster, clinging to him as he staggered back and landed on your sofa, looking rather dazed

He sank back into the cushions, cradling you against him, wrapping his arms about you as he whispered, “Mesmel…”

You let your eyes close, let your head come to rest against him, but offered up a breathless laugh as you realized he was still completely dressed. “Let me get you a towel,” you whispered as the spinning in your head slowed.

But his arms tightened about you. “Yer not going anywhere. I don’t give a damn about the mess. I don’t want ye moving because ye feel perfect just where ye are.”

You lifted your head to smile at him. “Is that so?”

He nodded, his eyes mere slits as he said, “Aye.”

You reached out to trace your finger along his beard. His burr was beyond sexy, a caress to your ears as much as his hands were on your body. You tucked your head against his shoulder, the hint of sandalwood and patchouli soft now. His fingers brushed along your bare back up to your bra strap and he whispered, “Did ye wear this on purpose? The matching bra and panties and garter belt or do ye usually dress this way?”

“A little of both.” You brushed the side of his neck with a light kiss. “I had to do something to make it a bit of a surprise, since you’ve already seen me naked.”

“It’s a nice sight, ye know. “ He lifted his head, and reached up to brush a wayward tendril away from your face. “Yer beautiful, mesmel. So very fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks grew warm. “That’s just afterglow talking.”

“No. I noticed ye the first night ye were working behind that bar. I thought ye had the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen.”

You tried to ignore the slight stickiness of your combined release against your skin, and managed to do so until Dwalin winced and said, “Tell me ye have laundry facilities here?”

“I have a washer and dryer in the hallway. Give me your jeans and briefs and I’ll throw them in. You can wear my robe, if you want because I don’t think I have any sweats that will fit you.”

He grinned. “I don’t need pants if I’m just carryin’ ye back to bed, mesmel.” His fingertips swept up along your back and a moment later, your bra strap gave. “And I am definitely carryin’ ye back to bed because I am not finished with ye just yet.”

With that, you climbed off him and smiled. “Give me your clothes and I’ll wash them.”

He stood, stumbled but quickly righted himself, and shucked his jeans and the boxer briefs he wore. Once more, you tried to prove or disprove the tattoo rumor, but he turned away before you could see anything. “I’ll be right back.”

He padded to the half-bath just off the kitchen and you scooped up your discarded clothes to add to his and carried them down to the washer behind the pocket doors between the kitchen and your bedroom. The machines were apartment-sized, standing side by side, and as you started the washer, Dwalin padded toward you, stripping his shirt over his head as he walked.

“Do you want me to throw that in as well?”

“No. I just feel stupid wearing it while being bare-assed at the same time.” He set it atop the washer and caught you about the waist to draw you into his chest. His mouth slashed down over yours, his arms tightening about you, and your belly whooshed as he shifted to catch you behind the knees with one arm, and about the waist with the other and swept you up.

He pulled away to whisper, “Which one’s yer room, mesmel?”

“The door to your left.”

He smiled. “Nice and close. Good.”

His mouth met yours again, his beard and mustache tickling against you as he carefully booted open the door and stepped into the dark room. Thank God you tidied up, otherwise he ran a very real risk of tripping over shoes and dropping you.

Instead, he made it to your king-sized bed, bending to press you down into the duvet. He covered you, his hips wedging between your thighs and as he slid into your damp folds, you both sighed as one.

He broke the kiss, his lips sweeping over your chin and down your throat. He kissed along your breastbone, along the inner curve of your left breast, and you bit down on your bottom lip as the tip of his tongue swirled about your nipple. A hot tingle wove through you, growing hotter and stronger as he continued to tease it with lazy swirls and not-so-lazy flicks. It tightened into an aching, overly-sensitive bead and with each caress, the dampness between your thighs grew.

His lips smoked path along your belly, down to the fluff of curls between your thighs and as the tip of his tongue slid through those curls, you couldn’t hold back your gasp. He took his time, sinking to his knees alongside the bed, angling your legs over his shoulders. With gentle fingers, he parted those curls wider and with the flat of his tongue, teased your clit with long, slow caresses.

Those strokes set fire to your blood, and when he reached up and caught both nipples to roll, the fire exploded into an inferno. Heat swelled through you, sinful and sweet, and all you could do was rock up to meet him, your, “Dwalin…” no more than a breathless plea.

Knots twisted inside you, dropping down into your core as he continued his onslaught. He swept his tongue lightly over your clit, flicking back and forth as your orgasm took root. Very nerve in your body fired at the same time, the tightness in your core was almost unbearable, your body begging for release as the tingles grew and spread.

Oh, it felt amazing! You rocked up to meet him, one hand sinking into his hair where you could reach it and the other twisted in the duvet. You were so very close… your body hummed with pleasure that just built like a wave and raced toward you.

He closed his lips about you and pulled and that was your undoing. You shattered. And he didn't let up, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder, as you came in a blinding flash of white-hot bliss that had you shuddering against him, arching hard to meet him, your voice hoarse as you cried, “Dwalin!” and let the wave wash you out to sea.

He slowed then, far more gentle as he brought you back. You melted into the duvet, your body limp and still pulsing with pleasure as he kissed your inner thigh, your hip, your belly.

A thick thigh slid between yours and you wrapped yourself around it, riding it to draw out the last bits of wonderful pleasure and when his lips found yours, you devoured him, as hungry for him now as you were just minutes earlier.

You braced your hands against the thick fur on his chest and shoved him onto his back, and when you shifted to straddle him, he smiled up at you in the darkness. “Ride me, love,” he growled, his hands on your hips.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Dwalin,” you told him, sliding down over him, smiling at the plaintive moan he offered up, and when you reached his proud cock, you leaned over to trace the tip of your tongue along the underside of it from the root to the head. His breathless moan rose into the darkness, becoming strangled as you took him in your mouth and gave a gentle pull.

His hands plunged into your hair, twisting as you began moving along his hot length. You teased him the same way he’d teased you, with slow, lazy swirls around his girth, teasing sharp flicks around the head, and with each one, he arched hard to meet you.

“Oh, mesmel,” he growled, his hands scrabbling through your hair, “I want to fuck ye…. Come up here and let me…”

You pulled him free, stroking him as you whispered, “Not yet…”

“I’m not going to last long, ye keep doing this,” he gritted. “And I want to be looking in yer eyes when I come, not at the top of yer head…”

You smiled, offering up a slow caress without breaking eye contact even as his growled words sent a flutter through you. “Are you sure? I don’t mind finishing you this way.”

He nodded, reaching to catch you under the arms. “I’m sure.”

He brought you over him and you reached to wrap your hand around his slick cock. You guided him to your entrance, eased him just enough inside you to let go of him, and when you sat back, you sheathed him in a silken glide that had him moaning, “Holy shit…” as you seated him.

His hands came to rest on your thighs. You braced yours on his chest, and when you rocked forward, you eased him almost completely out, then sat back hard. He flared inside you, his cock stretching your walls as you did it again. Your moan mingled with his. His hands tightened on your thighs, and he growled, “Faster, mesmel… Faster and harder and oh, kakhf, I’m going—”

He arched, going rigid beneath you and you ground hard against him to meet him, your fingernails digging into his chest despite that thick layer of silver-tipped hair between you. You shivered, your orgasm spicy and sweet and your eyes snapped open as you felt the rush of fluid that accompanied it, a rush that felt every bit as amazing as the pulsing inside you. You’d heard of women who squirted, but you had never done it before now.

Dwalin caught you as you collapsed against him, wrapping his arms about you, whispering, “Sweet Jesus… mesmel… that—that was… oh, kakhf…”

He sounded almost dazed, which brought a breathless laugh to your lips as you tucked your head in the curve of his neck and shoulder and let your eyes close. “Oh, it absolutely was,” you breathed, almost dizzy from the pleasure still burning through you.

His fingers skimmed along your back, up to your shoulder blades, down to your hips. “Abnâmul…”

You lifted your head to gaze at him, murmuring, “What does that mean?”

His eyes glittered in the low light given off by the streetlight outside your window. “It means beautiful. And ye are, ye know.”

“That’s just afterglow talking again,” you whispered, even as your cheeks grew pleasantly warm.

He brought a tattooed hand up to stroke along the back of your head. “No, it isn’t. I thought so the first time I saw ye behind that damn bar.”

You eased him from you, and then shifted to stretch out alongside him. As you traced your forefinger through the silvery hair curling away from his skin, you opened your mouth to ask about that damn tattoo, but then closed it just as quickly.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“Ye looked like ye were about to say something.”

“Well… I kind of… was… I wanted to ask you about…” you hesitated, “your tattoos. What do they mean?”

“They are khuzdul battlecries.” He held up his left hand. “The dwarves are upon you. And the other one says axes of the dwarves.”

“Dwarves?”

He nodded. “The unit I served with in the Ereborian army were called the Dwarves. Don’t ask me why, but they were.”

“Ereborian army?” The word felt so foreign on your tongue, as you’d never heard it before.

“Where I’m originally from. It was a tiny kingdom that was seized by another kingdom many years ago. Those who made it out, are now here. The Durin boys. My brother. A few others. We are all that is left of what was once a proud nation.”

You just stared at him, as his words were the last you ever expect to hear. “You are all from this place?”

He nodded. “I was the head of the Royal Guard when it fell, but I started out as a grunt. Worked my way up. And then… that was that. We made it out. Made it here. Started new lives.”

“I’m sorry, Dwalin. I didn't mean to pry into bad memories.”

“Ye didn’t, mesmel. Worry not. I’ve made my peace with what happened.”

“Still…”

His arm tightened about you. “No still. Don’t apologize. It’s all right, really.”

Your heart picked up its pace. “Can I ask you about one I’ve heard you have, but haven’t seen for myself yet?”

He chuckled. “Mesmel, there isn’t an inch of me ye’ve not seen.”

“Well… this is true.” Your cheeks grew warm once more, only this time, it wasn’t at all pleasant. You felt rather silly and intrusive, actually. “But this one… it’s in a place I’ve not seen in adequate lighting.”

The sheets rustled softly as he came up over you to pin you beneath him. “Ye’ve heard the rumors, have ye? About my cock being tattooed?”

You bit the inside of your cheek at the amusement in his voice and the heat in your face grew more uncomfortable still. You should’ve just asked him about it instead of behaving like a giggly teenage girl. How could he not think you a complete idiot for acting like a child instead of a full-grown woman?

His lips brushed yours, his beard and mustache tickling your skin as he whispered, “Ye want to know if it’s true, do ye?”

You drew in a deep breath, trailing your fingernails up his back to his shoulders. “I want to know if it’s true.”

He kissed you again, more deeply this time, and when he pulled back, he whispered, “I suppose ye’ll just have to actually look at it and see for yerself.”

“Dwalin!”

“Don’t worry,” a hint of laughter wove through his deep voice, “give me a minute or two and I promise ye, ye’ll be able to see the whole thing.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but then he added, “Or, perhaps there’s nothing to see there but skin. Only one way to find out, I guess.”

His laughter bounced off the walls and before you could yell at him, he dipped back and kissed you.

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somanyjacks · 8 months

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Yesterday I went to an Applebee's for lunch. Riveting, I know. I don't really go to fast-casual restaurants much anymore but I was starving and it was next to the home center. Honestly it's probably been like 10 years since I've been inside the place.

So I'm sitting there waiting for my burger, right, and after a while I'm bored by my phone so I look around at the decor.

Like I said, I haven't been inside an Appleee's in about a decade, but I vaguely remember that it was festooned in bland retro-Americana.

But almost everything on the walls was sports-related. Not only that, it was local sports. Yeah we do have a minor league hockey team here but most local sports are at the high school level.

It dawned on me that the whole place was basically a shrine to high school jocks? Like mural-sized photos of (I assume to be local) teenagers and children playing soccer and basketball and whatever.

I mean.... this is a national chain, so I have to believe that most Applebee's are like this? Like, where the fuck do they get all these photos and stuff? Does each kid or parent sign off on their likeness being used to advertise Riblet™ Platters and Irresist-A-Bowls™? And how sad is it that this corporation decided that the most important element to the character of the local community is high school sports?

I dunno. As a child-free person it just seemed very weird. Like, my little city is known for a lot of things. Historic events, a lively arts scene, a balloon festival, the lakes and mountains, and yes, the hockey team (Go Thunders!) But the only thing I saw on the walls that wasn't related to local youth sports was a mural for a national chain amusement park featuring pictures of, you guessed it, yet more kids.

I just... can anyone please tell me if this is just my specific Applebee's or are all of them like this?

#it was so weird you guys #Applebee's

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megan-loves-surveys · 2 months

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Hello.

How are you doing today? Alright. I just got home from work. Concert last night was awesome, as was meeting the boys <3

What is the last song you listened to in a car? Not sure.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? I've never had it.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Dunno.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I'd love to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Not my house, but my Dad, stepmum and I got locked out of their house once. My Dad had to climb in the bathroom window xD

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? Spice Girls, Five, Backstreet Boys, Aqua, All Saints etc.

Do you currently feel calm? Not really, but I'm not anxious either.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? Today.

What’s your go to comfort meal? Mac & cheese, or just a bag of chips.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? Haha not really.

Do you currently have any candles lit? No.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? None.

How many cardigans do you own? Loads, about 7 or 8.

How much is too much for clothes? Depends what it is - most of the stuff I wear is cheapish.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? Depends - we usually put our Christmas decorations up at the end of November. My Mum put up our Easter decorations the other day, but Easter isn't until the end of March haha.

Are there any important things happening this week? I saw Five and met them last night, that was important to me <3

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? Yes.

What scent was the last soap you used? Unscented.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? Hmm, not sure but it was probably a computer or a cellphone xD

What last made you angry? Some random woman at the concert last night pushed in front of these people near me and when a guy shoved her back, she played the victim when the security came to sort it out, saying he shoved her for no reason. I backed the guy up and said she appeared from nowhere and got in his way. I HATE people who push in at concerts, if you didn't arrive in time, you can't just get to the front. Go away LOL.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Orange. I love orange, but not a lot of people like it.

What are you usually doing when midnight comes around and you can’t sleep? I never go to bed at midnight unless I'm super tired or sick lol. But when I can't sleep, I just put on a YouTube video on my phone.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) Fried.

What color is the top you’re wearing? I'm wearing a purple playsuit haha.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? Last week watching Matt Rose videos on YT, he's so FUNNY. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe xD

What’s your favorite horror movie? The Ring.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Fave - KFC. Least fave - I don't really have one, I like all of the main ones in some way. I used to say Burger King but I like BK a lot more these days.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? LOADS. My walls are covered in posters and photos.

When did you last sign your signature? At work.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? Loads! Too hard to pick just one.

Are you currently listening to music? Yep, Blue - Let's Get Sad <3

What do your favorite pair of pajamas look like? Prob my Winnie the Pooh shorts and a tank top haha.

What is something you’ve been working on? Some fanfic, but I slack on it a lot.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Going to wrestling shows and hopefully traveling again.

How often do you drink smoothies? On occasion.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? I only watch wrestling and soap operas lol.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Yes.

When did you last rush for something? Monday at work, the bus got caught in traffic so I had to basically run from the bus to the office.

How many blankets do you own? A few.

Have you drank enough water today? Probably not.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? I don't like nuts, so apple pie.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Black.

What makes you feel alive? Lots of things.

Who is your last missed call from? Work. They called back, so it's fine xD

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? Probably.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Onions.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? Be rich, cos with money you can buy medicine xD

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? I suck at cooking.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? Loads and loads of DOS games, usually platformers like Doom, Wolfenstein 3D, Commander Keen, Secret Agent, Crystal Caves etc. Broken Sword was another series I got into as a kid, still love it to this day <3

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? It depends on the decision and what it affects.

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? I use public transport and it's a mixed bag. The buses are pretty good but the trains are atrocious - our train line was closed for 10 months in 2023 lol.

What was the last cocktail you drank? Long Island iced tea.

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Depends.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? We never did, we just got the Australian version over here.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Never, unless I have a migraine.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook and Discord if it counts. I have Twitter/X but I haven't tweeted since 2022 lol.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? Probably, but I can't think.

Do you have a dishwasher? Yep.

Who do you live with? My Mum.

Are you listening to anything right now? NiziU - CLAP CLAP

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? Desperate Housewives counts, right?

Do you make to-do lists? Sometimes.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Japanese or Mandarin.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? No.

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? I call my boyfriend babe and baby xD

What pet names do you like to be called? I love most of them - my boyfriend calls me babe, baby, baby girl, sweetheart, darlin, kitten, sugar, buttercup etc.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? It's hard to pick, but right now I gotta go with Five last night <3

Do you have any hobbies? Loads - video games, music, writing, watching and attending wrestling shows etc.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Dunno xD

Have you ever developed your own film? Yes, cos I took Photography at school.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Hotel - 2019 in Melbourne. Motel - not for years, prob when Zoe came up to Auckland and I stayed with her lol.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Not sure, but it was really small and super cute.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? I watched some of it this year, I gave up after the halftime show ended lol.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? Dunno.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? Call centre, I hate answering phones. I do it at my current job, but it's more chill now.

What was the last text message you received? It's from my boyfriend, he texted just to tell me how nice his lunch was, LOL.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! It's 4:39pm, so no.

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