#✨Anything is Friggin' Possible✨

[jeeaark]

Part 3. (pain)

So uh. First of all. I don't deserve Lae'zel but I will forever love her until the end of time, my gods. Actually spat my coffee when she uh-still enthusiastically held nothing back in this timeline.

Second. I REALLY wish I knew what character development Lae'zel went through to go from betrayed by lover-turned-squid to somehow loves squid lover even more now. How? HOW?????

Can't believe this game actually had an actual piña colada ending. Just had to eat Orph's brains is all. Sorry Orph.

I think Greygold's only regret was accidentally building an empire with Emps. Got a lil over-ambitious while they were under the Grey weather, whoops~ Is cool. Easy to fix.

[harrywavycurly]

I’m selfishly asking for some Uncle Steve and Dot content please Sarah 😘😘😘

Hiii babes!! I friggin LOVE Steve and Dorothy’s relationship so I will happily give you some convos between them!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*for these Dotty is in middle school*

“Hey there she is! My favorite niece!” “I’m your only niece…what are you wearing?” “Even if I had other nieces you’d still be my favorite…what you don’t like the new vest?” “Your old one had all the patches mom and I sewed on for you.” “Oh…I mean I still have them if you wanna add them to this one?” “Eh it doesn’t matter…so dad said you’re in charge of me until they get done with dinner and then…my mom told me to tell you if you make me work then you better pay me.” “When have I ever made you work when you come hang out with me at the store?” “Uh…last week? I stocked the candy for you while you talked to what’s her face on the phone for ten minutes.” “God you sound just like your mom when you say what’s her face…her name is Nancy by the way.” “Nancy? Isn’t she married?” “Yeah…so? What’s your point?” “Uncle Steve…” “it was a friendly chat okay? She called to see if we had a certain movie in stock that’s all….but uhm…don’t tell your mom please? She’s still weird about her.” “Okay but it’s gonna cost ya…” “red vines or Swedish fish?” “Red vines.” “Deal.”

“You did great out there!” “Thanks uncle Steve…did you watch the whole practice or just the end?” “Oh I was here for the whole thing…that little kick and jump thing you did was just…out of this world good.” “You don’t know anything about cheerleading do you?” “No…not really…” “dad said you dated a lot of them so you should know a thing or two.” “Your dad doesn’t know shi…anything…about who I’ve dated so don’t listen to him.” “I can show you a few new tumbles I learned last week if you want?” “Tumbles? Is that like when you…oh wow that’s impressive! Look at you go!” “What’d ya think? I really want to make the squad in high school.” “Oh you’re going to make the squad alright…probably even head cheerleader.” “Shut up you really think so?” “Yeah you’re great!” “Thanks…oh can we go to Benny’s on the way home? It’s half off cheese fry night.” “You and your mom with this sick obsession with cheese fries…” “is that a yes?” “Yes…it’s a yes.”

“Hello?” “Hey Uncle Steve.” “Hey my little polkadot what’s going on?” “I was calling to see if you could come pick me up from school?” “School? It’s like five in the evening what have you been doing since two thirty?” “Uhm…detention…” “do your parents know you were at detention?” “Yes they are just at work right now and I don’t feel like walking home and Granddaddy Wayne is taking his pre dinner nap.” “I’ll come get you if…you tell me what you got detention for?” “I may have accidentally hit someone in the face with my hand.” “Right…was this hand balled up into a fist?” “Possibly….” “Who’d you hit?” “Patrick Carver…he’s an asshole.” “Did you say Carver? As in his dad’s name is Jason?” “I don’t know his dad’s name all I know is mom said the whole family is bad news and that’s why she wasn’t that mad….” “But?” “But dad wasn’t happy and told me I’m grounded for two weeks and to keep my hands to myself.” “I hate to say this but I agree with your dad but also…the Carver family is full of asshole so…just next time don’t hit him on school property and it’ll be fine.” “That’s what mom said!” “Just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes…you hungry?” “I could do with a snack yeah…” “we’ll grab some dinner on the way to drop you off at your mom’s work.” “Okay sounds good…thanks uncle Steve…I love you.” “I love you too Dot but do me a favor and stop getting so many detentions.” “You got it.”

[faintinggoatsyndrome]

Hi! 💗 here’s a tracker of how requesting a wheelchair from my 🇧🇪 goverment is going!! Will try to update lol.

For refrence: for diagnosis FND (non-epileptic seizures) so I can save energy and not have seizures consistently outside the house.

• Situations i use it:

- classes (1 day a week)

- long trips (bigger stores, shopping days, flea markets, conventions, theme parks, etc)

- to move me to a safe place during seizure

• The process so far:

1. Have GP fill in wheelchair perscription

— get rejected because though he agrees I should use one, I shouldn’t have one for free bcs I only use it for a % of time.

2. Ask Neurologist to fill in wheelchair perscripton

— (respectfully) fight w/ her for 30 minutes because I shouldn’t ‘give up’ mobility, and try treatment (in form of therapy; after 4 psych wards and currently consistent visits to psychologist & psychiatrist)

3. get wheelchair perscription from neurologist!!!!!! 🎉

4. Go to bandagist (mobility aid specialist) and go to wheelchair manufacturer to put in order

5. Get reeeeeejected! By the goverment!

— score of document was too low because it was filled in incorrectly

?. Give up for like a year and start using a secondhand wheelchair, notice how much freedom you have.

6. Email neurologist to refill in the document, adding the explanation of how to fill in the scores.

— (scores based on how you are during/post seizure, not just on a random tuesday)

7. Give document to a new bandagist

8. Bandagist asks for revision.

— though it was filled in, not every box was also crossed in lol

9. Ask for revision from Neurologist

10. Bandagist that document was filled in on the 2023 edition instead of 2024

— which!! You can only download the 2023 edition from the ✨official goverment website!!✨ it was never updated!!

11. Push back and ask them to take it up with the friggin goverment BRO

12. Say I’ll hear about making an appointment, but don’t hear anything.

13. Get called one morning asking if they can visit me in my house in an hOuR

14. Have consultation! Find out I need 1 more revision to the document to qualify for a possible power supply in the future.

— Find out I qualify for a ‘basic wheelchair’ that cannot be requested changes on, have to get revision to qualify and buy ‘modular wheelchair’ (means can have changes, but different from active wheelchair) only get 980 in goverment assistance for it (will have to pay 2200 euro extra) and then apply for power supply and hope I’ll get accepted after doctors consultation at a ‘specialized wheelchair team’.

15. Decide to go back to GP because asking Neurologist for a 4th time seems insane for that revision.

16. Get revision from GP! 🎉🎉

17. Find out I can’t just pay extra on top of goverment funding to afterwards request power supply!

18. Bandagist offers to change tactics and go all in; try to request a full active wheelchair (100% paid back; 100% harder to get)

19. Make appointment with ‘specialized wheelchair team’ (doctors I do not know) hoping a visit to them will get me the correct referral for this kind of wheelchair.

That’s where I am now; appointment is next week. I am terrified. We’ll see what happens! 💗

[icepixie]

SNW 2x01

Spoilers ✨

Not bad. Definitely a more interesting episodic plot than almost anything in season one. Maybe they've finally found their legs.

Sad we got only two minutes of Una and Pike, but I liked what we got. "You cannot resign. The loss to Enterprise would be unimaginable. ...To me." (I'm reading it as "loss to me would be unimaginable," not "I can't imagine the loss to Enterprise." Because of course I am.) Hopefully more next week.

Everybody looked friggin' amazing in their undercover gear. A-plus costuming. Christine especially looked fantastic. Very D&D chic.

The special effects feel so different than what I mentally associate with Star Trek, even the later series that used CGI. I think it has something to do with the "camera" angles they're using to show said special effects, like spiraling down Starbase 1 at the beginning. I recall prior series doing more of things just moving around onscreen while the camera stayed in one place. (I could totally be misremembering, though.) I like it a lot; it feels very cinematic. It clashes a smidge with the set design, which is much more old school/almost 70s and 80s sci-fi movie (especially the predominantly white corridors, all the angles rather than softer curves), but that's fine.

M'Benga and his actor were outstanding here and he's secretly becoming my favorite character. "Nice guy must do violence" is old as the hills, but I liked that they acknowledged that he would take any other choice besides what they do, and he chooses it deliberately. So often that trope comes out of left field because the nice guy gets too emotional or whatever. I also really, really like his and Chapel's father-daughter-type relationship.

But Pelia. PELIA. BEST ADDITION TO THE SHOW. PERFECTION. I still miss Hemmer and wish we could have them both, but goddamn I love her character already. We needed something to lighten up this episode and she did that well. The concept of these Lanthians living undiscovered among humans until quite recently is interesting and I would like to see how that went down when they were discovered.

On the downside: Spock/Chapel is grating in just about every way possible. There is just no there there for me. Logically, I get it--Christine I'm sure has some kind of alien kink and half-breeds are even more entertaining, Spock released his emotions or whatever last season and I think it involved Chapel (don't care enough to check). But it's kind of like Archer and T'Pol, something in the interaction between them just screams "nope" despite how the PTB are writing it.

I honestly don't understand why I find Spock's journey towards feeling things so off-putting. This should be something I like. B'Elanna's human/Klingon stuff was cool. Troi's human/Betazoid stuff was cool. Why is this not? Is it because the thing he's struggling to accept is feeling emotions and I just don't really give a shit about that? Or is it that Spock is by far the character we already know the most about and any time spent on him is time we could be spending on any other character?

...Sorry, Spock-lovers. A little of him goes a long way for me.

On to the next episode. Next week. Like the heathens we were when watching network television, ugh. I don't absolutely hate spacing them out, especially when there are so few, but I definitely prefer being able to go at my own pace.

[collectorandcreatorofmanythings]

owo i spy an opportunity

OK

SO

Let's get into it with this bit by bit, starting with what we learned in the Red House arc aka the closest to the start. Bear with me as I'm not even close to a professional-

Hanako/Amane got sick, brother tried to help, shoved away his brother, brother suddenly goes missing as he gets magically better, then like a week later "his brother" is back but oh hell no that's not his brother

Pretty friggin traumatic ngl

Then he proceeds to deal with ab-se from Not-Tsukasa, till he snaps and kills him (I think)

From what I understand it was physical, verbal, and quite possibly a worse physical. Not going into detail bc ✨trauma✨ but anyway

Oop, he's a ghost now, stuck in the girls bathroom of his school. From what I understand, supernaturals don't realize they're dead for a solid day or so. So he's probably confused as all hell, stuck with the knife he m-rdered his brother with, in a school where no one can see him.

Overall, he's got trauma. Now I'm not excusing what he did and continues to do, but it is important to note.

So back to the present, kinda, with how the story started. To me, it was really suspicious.

Like, come on, there's no way in hell Nene was the first one to summon him with a request of love. Like come on.

It's quite possible that the whole reason he tried to keep her away from the scales is because someone else already went that route.

However, it would be likely that the person who did that was one of the first people to summon him. He probably didn't know much at the time, so he just offered the scales.

Keep in mind I'm mostly speculating on his backstory, as I'm only up to chapter 96.

I think the entirety of how he tried to get Teru and Nene together was really weird, and it seemed more based on tropes he'd likely seen in shows than anything. The button thing being a prime example.

I really don't know much about him. I'm just guessing.

From what I've seen and inferred, he has severe abandonment issues (remember the misaki stairs, anyone?), he's touch starved, he probably didn't have a healthy outlet for his emotions during the 46 years he spend dead.. the list goes on.

All in all I think he's a trauma victim who's coping the best way he can. And I swear to god if someone comments something like "no he's just a 14 year old boy this normal" i will personally slap you

Yes, age contributes.

However he died at the age of 13, in 1969, and the show takes place in 2015.

He is technically 59 years old, just because of how long he has existed.

And he still hasn't gotten therapy.

"How does know one else see how terrible Hanako is? Like bro nearly killed several people for some girl that visits him every one in a while that may or may not die in a year... Kou should have let Teru kill him in chapter 10

I need justice for what he did to Aoi, Akane, Kou, Yashiro, Teru, Half of the school mysteries, Sakura apparently, and me. My mental state is suffering.

Tysm hanako xx" Submitted by Anon.

[niobe-loreley]

Heaven Is In A Shortcake {ii}

bon appetit!

(see author's notes far below)

disclaimer: pictures are NOT MINE, but the edited version of it is for the fic. still, credits to the rightful owners and to canva + weheartit

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Fem!Reader

warnings: mild swear words- they appear occasionally. fluff. trust issues. slow burn. check word count. culture shock.

CHAPTER SELECTION is in the✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 1 - with summary check it out in the masterlist Chapter 2 - this is it [next chapter link is posted below for suspense & convenience hehe]

words: 3.9k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Claire *Kurt = Court *cover names / reader doesn't know (except you really do know #wreckthe4thwall)

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Friday nights can always get chaotic.

One of the reasons may be.. because you're hanging out with your friends and you're all ready to do the stupidest shit any of you can think of.

Another reason is there's a possibility that your research group will be burning the midnight oil to finish the thesis manuscript.

Maybe you're at a family gathering or a birthday party.

Or maybe you're trying to do some homework to get a free weekend, but you end up procrastinating.

You place an arm over your eyes when sunbeams slip through the gaps of your blue velvet curtain. It's Thursday, your rest day— unless the botika downstairs needs an extra pair of hands.

Typically, you don't wake up early on your rest day, because your Wednesday shifts at the bar start at 18:00 and end at 3:00. You glance at the clock on your bedside drawer, 10:17 beams merrily at you, reminding you why you've been awake for several minutes now.

You dreamt of them again— the father-daughter duo. Specifically your first meeting with them and how it ended.

You've experienced crazy and wild Friday nights. You try to recall anything far more befuddling than what happened last Friday, but it continues to take the cake.

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"Here.. you eat it first."

"W-What?" you sputter, like a broken engine.

He chuckles. "Sorry, I should've explained first. It's tradition for the older recipient of a cake to offer the first bite to the baker."

Your jaw drops, but it soon recovers as your mouth decides to work without your consent. "Where in the fu— friggin' fracken face of this blue, green, and brown earth does that tradition hail from?" you demand bewilderedly, glancing at his daughter to see that she shares a similar confused look.

"Iceland," he says, nodding at the teenager across from him. "You remember, Kiara?"

"Oh.. oh, yeah!" she laughs in realization and looks at you, "It's a very silly yet profound tradition. Like a way of giving gratitude."

"This gesture is to thank you for your cake and your kind services tonight," he proclaims with a small smile, slightly lifting the fork towards you.

You're red from the neck up. Not because you're feeling extremely privileged at the father-daughter duo's attempt to share culture. But because you're trying not to explodingly decline the offer.

It's so bizarre!

You haven't heard, seen, nor read about this tradition before. Whether or not it's true, refusing to do it is crass. But if it's really not true, then you're dumb. 

Maybe they're just pranking you.

But what if that's not the case?

You internally scream before you give a nod and bend down toward him. He carefully raises the fork, and you take it in your mouth. You look at him, the 12-inch proximity lets you study his icy blue eyes beneath the shadow of his cap, and you resist the urge to shudder from the intensity of his gaze boring into yours. You pull back, and he gently extracts the fork.

There's a smidge of icing on your lips, it feels cool, like an oasis amidst the burning desert that is your face. You lick your lips, scattering the cream throughout your tongue, and you swallow. He inspects your lips, blue eyes becoming fiercer—

"Th-Thank you for letting me share your tradition!" you blurt out, bowing to the man and his daughter, you straighten with a grin. "Enjoy the dessert now!"

You practically sprint away. Mindy and Muro are questioning you about what happened, while you chug down a glass full of water. You hush your co-workers, telling them that you'll elaborate once it's just the three of you.

The father-daughter duo enjoys the strawberry shortcake you made. This showers you with immense relief that you nearly forgot about the "tradition" incident.

They finish in about ten minutes, and when the man places the exact amount in the check, you step up to their booth as they prepare to depart.

"Hi! Just to commemorate your first-time here, would you like a picture?" you hold up an instax mini and a pen, "Or maybe sign on our customer wall?"

"We'll just sign," says the man.

His daughter, Kiara is the first to leave her mark. He then scribbles his signature below hers.

Kiara

Kurt

You open the door for them as they leave. "Come again!"

"We will!"

You meet the man's eyes for a few seconds, and you feel the blood swarm your face again.

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"Aaaahhhhh!" you scream into your pillow, legs flapping, body wiggling.

You stop your thrashing. It's been nearly a week and you're still pondering on whether the man was flirting with you or not. He looks 30-ish, right around your age, but it's hard to know with his cap on. You recall his attire: a navy blue jacket over a black shirt, dark cargo pants, and combat boots.

No ring on any of his fingers.

You slap yourself across the face, abruptly sitting up. "He has a daughter, you dumbass slut!" you yell at yourself, "I mean, sure— bonus. But, fuck!"

Whatever he was doing with that "tradition", let's say he was flirting. His daughter appears to be smarter than him. If she perceives and understands what he's doing, she approves because she was in on it.

But if he wasn't flirting with you… What else could he be trying to do with that "tradition"?

You frustratedly ruffle your head, laying back down with a huff, you force yourself to sleep.

"A-ha!" you exclaim, somewhat triumphant, and sit up. "He was checking if I poisoned the cake!"

You let the silence of your room judge you. And as the late morning traffic mingles with it, you shake your head, dismissing the bizarre thoughts, and you climb out of bed.

"Let's just conclude that he was flirting with you, okay (Y/N)? That's much more acceptable than the other crazy shits you're thinking.."

After making sure the pharmaceutical store below the apartment is not understaffed for today, you decide to go to the mall. You owe it to the owner for letting you take the vacant apartment without payment five years ago. Before you found work at the bar and at Flour Cake De Liz, you were working 24/7 in the botika. Nowadays, you only have the Sunday shift.

It takes you a full hour to bathe, prepare clothes, and dry your hair. You only put on some chapstick since you plan to commute, you don't want your make-up coming undone before you reach the mall. But you still packed a few of your make-up for emergency purposes.

You double-check your stuff before you lock the apartment. On the way out, you bid goodbye to the people at the botika.

"Ingat ka, (Y/N)!" they wave at you.

"Anong oras ka uuwi?" Mr. Nik, the owner of the residence and the store, hollers.

"Kahit anong oras gusto ko!" you reply with a cheeky grin.

But you did plan to be home by 20:00. You still have some leftover dapa that needs finishing tonight. And you have a full-day at the cafe tomorrow.

You hop on a jeepney that's half-full. Several older women eye you with distaste as your cropped shirt exposes portions of your waist and upper arms. You flash them a smile as you pay your fee, glancing at your wristwatch, it's already 12:01. You mull over that you can arrive at Harbor Point by 12:45, depending on the traffic.

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The cool air of the mall gladly embraces you as you enter. A mall's air-conditioning certainly always feels like an affection from an old friend. Checking that your sling pouch is still intact and your things still accounted for, you venture around for food first.

It's a common understanding between the self and the body that both shall need energy to travel. And that energy is obtained from food— glorious food!

Since it's been a while, you decide to eat at KFC. You grin excitedly. Brace yourself, gravy station. You can already imagine the look on the staff when they see you hoarding the gravy.

You sigh in relief when there's several vacant tables at the restaurant. The lines are a bit long, you hope at least one table remains free. This is the only downside to going to the mall alone, no one gets to save you a table when eating.

"Here's your number. Please wait for your meal at your table!"

You grip the tray in both hands, and without spilling your Coke, you speed-walk across the restaurant and manage to secure a small table at a corner near the entrance. You grab the table number and Coke off the tray, which you place on the seat across you.

Knowing it may take more than 5 minutes for your order, you slip on your headphones and play some music. You start to examine the people in the restaurant, the staff, and then the people outside. You wonder if any of the people made plans for today or they just went to the mall on a whim, like you.

Your sole reason for going is because you can't handle your thoughts about the father-daughter duo. It's hard to read a book when that bizarre event keeps streaking in your mind. 

And now, you're starting to think about it again.

Before you can slap yourself with your table number, a waiter arrives with your order. You thank him, unbeknownst of your loud voice because of your headphones. You then dump the mushroom soup on your rice, you leave for the gravy station, where you fill the soup bowl with gravy. You return to the table to pour the gravy on your rice, like you did with the soup, and you briskly walk back to the gravy station.

Once the bowl is filled with gravy, you sit at your table, nod contently at your meal, and wolf it all down. Everybody in the restaurant gawks at you, but you don’t care.

You rest for ten minutes after your meal. During that time, you cover your mouth while you clean your teeth with a toothpick. You decide to head to the bathroom first before going to Watson's, other than toiletries, you know there's some mint there.

Music still blares softly from your headphones, which you pull down to your shoulders after departing from KFC. You peer into the tote bag you brought from Watson's, inside it are your toiletries for the next month and a strawberry Tic Tac. You open it, popping three pills in your mouth, and you slow down your strides as you ponder on your next destination.

Suddenly, the hair on your nape rises. Like meerkats standing up and looking to one side in unison. You suppress a shudder and take a gander, scrutinizing everything and anyone as far as your eyes can see. Some of the people passing by only glance at you. No one around the stores is looking at you.

So why the hell do you feel like you're being watched?

And as though some higher being is toying with you, the next song that resonates out your headphones matches your situation.

♪Every breath you take And every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you♪

You scoff, shaking your head, you decide to continue your gait. Your steps feel rigid, so you try to relax. No one's watching nor following you. You're not that pretty enough to be stalked— thank the heavens. Deeply breathing in and out, you nod at yourself, concluding that it may just be the CCTVs that you felt watching.

But the cold electricity zipping up your spine tells you otherwise.

You walk faster now, but acting as normal as possible. You head for the escalators, climbing down faster than the moving steps, you murmur apologies to the people you pass and continuously glance at your wristwatch like you're in a hurry. As soon as you get off, you step aside and look towards the top of the escalators. No one appears to be following you.

Even so, you stroll to an open hall, blending with the crowd while simultaneously tying your hair into a pair of low pigtails. You veer away, entering a stall-filled hallway, you pretend to be interested in cologne, even inquiring the saleslady about their products. Once the blood diminishes from your cheeks and your heart calms down, you walk away from the stall and dare a look around.

See? You're good, nervous fuck!

Why would anyone follow you? You're not a celebrity. Feelingera.

You shake your head, breathing out exasperatedly. You're about to head back to where you came (ran) from— the bookstore is that way— but you notice someone on the 2nd level moving away from the railings.

You could've sworn this person was looking at you.

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Surprisingly, there's a lot of people at the NBS (National Bookstore). Summer just started, the next academic year is still two months away. When you were still in school, sometimes you like to shop for school supplies in the middle of the summer. You hated crowded sale days when you were young, but now you'd fight anyone who dares pick up the last bundle of 50%-off items you're about to grab.

You wander around the work supplies section, contemplating whether you need the tape holder more than new pens. You decide to put a pin on that dilemma and move to the fictional books section.

Aurora Rising— you pick up a thick book that has an interesting cover of a black, short-haired girl with a few white strands and a glowing right eye. You turn it over to read the synopsis, which you find amusing. You haven't read any sci-fi novels lately, this should be a good change of environment.

"(N/N)?"

You flinch, surprised at the sound of your nickname. Turning to the owner of the voice, your brows furrow shortly before you soon recognize who it was.

"Kiara!" you pause, "Right?"

The teenager chuckles. "Right!" 

You didn't immediately know who she was because of the facemask she's wearing. And her hair is tied up into a high ponytail.

"This is.. unexpected yet pleasant. You here with your friends?"

"No, I'm with my dad."

You notice the melancholy in her eyes, even though she tries to hide it from her tone. "And I'm guessing he's the one who made you wear that facemask?" you raise a brow.

Kiara is astonished. "He did! He's a bit of a germaphobe when it concerns me," she chuckles. "Luckily, he's not overly worried enough to put me in a hazmat suit."

You amusedly snap your fingers. "I was just about to say that. He probably noticed the air pollution, it's real nasty here— especially in Manila."

She glances around. "So, how about you? Are you by yourself?" she questions curiously.

"Matter of fact, I am." you grin, "Thursdays are my rest days. But I didn't wanna lounge around, so voilà!"

"Spontaneous," Kiara nods approvingly.

"There are some cons, though.. like having anxiety as you order at a restaurant because no one is reserving a table."

"Yeah, that is a con."

You glimpse at the books in her basket. "Paper Towns? And TFIOS?"

She smiles. "Uh-huh! I wanted to read them first before watching them."

Shocked, your jaw drops. "You haven't watched them?"

"Well, I was only eight.. nine— when the movies came out."

"Damn, I feel so old."

Kiara stifles a laugh at your exasperation towards your lifespan. You can't help but smile as she seems relaxed with you. Usually, children cry whenever you're near.

"May I?" you gesture to her books

She lifts a shoulder, and you grab TFIOS from her basket. The book is still plastic-wrapped, it has the movie cover, which shoots a bullet through your heart. TFIOS is still one of the most beautiful yet painful novels.

"No offense, but I don't think your heart can take these." you croak with a dramatic sniffle.

She laughs. "That's why I plan to stop for a while when the story gets too painful. I've read the online reviews on both the movies and the books."

"You know.. I still have my copies for these. If you want, you could borrow them." you offer with a smile, "That way you can buy some comedic novels to compensate for the heartache that is John Green's stories."

She brightens. "Really?!" 

"Why not?!" you reply, matching her fervor.

"You're terrific, (N/N)!"

"Of course, I am!— But I haven't cleaned my books for a while, so I can't really say I'm that terrific."

"I don't mind if the books aren't tidy."

"Unfortunately, I do."

"Kiara.."

You tense at his voice, and Kiara turns as her father enters the aisle you two are in. "Hey, Mr. Kurt." you casually say, ignoring the heat that threatens to bake your face.

He seems to be wearing a similar attire since last week. A white shirt beneath a grey jacket, dark pants, and combat boots. Plus, the usual cap on his head.

"(N/N)," he’s surprised. "What a coincidence to see you here. Must be fate."

"Or unlucky spontaneity." you joke.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

He turns to his daughter. "Have you picked out your books yet?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna swap these for a different pair. (N/N) will let me borrow her copies," she grins.

He blinks, looking from you to his daughter. "That's very nice of her," he says.

Kiara nods. "Yup!" and suddenly sidles past you, "I'll just be a sec!"

"Oh, I'll help you find—"

"No, no," she cuts you off, "The two of you just stay there."

She disappears before you can think of a rebuttal. You exchange incredulous looks with Kurt, chuckling awkwardly, you scratch behind your ear. "She's still as enthusiastic as ever," you say, peering down at your Chucks.

"Yeah… Thank you, by the way. But you didn't have to," he shortly gives a sincere smile.

You feel sheepish. "Don't think of it as a favor. I just thought that.. if you two will be going to the cafe once in a while, Kiara can borrow my books instead of buying some." your eyes widen in realization, "Unless you two are just here for a vacation. In which case, I'm very possessive of my books."

He breathes out a laugh. "No, we're.. we're here indefinitely." he pauses to sigh, "I hope."

You purse your lips when you feel the curiosity bubbling in your throat. "Oh," you glance behind him and reach—

He catches your hand in a dangerous grip.

"S-Someone's just.."

He turns, sidestepping for a teenage guy to pass by and inspect the shelf behind you. "Sorry," he quickly lets you go. "Reflex."

"And a good grip." you laugh, shaking your hand to ease the pain.

He guiltily regards you, and you give a reassuring smile. "Let's stand over here," you step out of the aisle, noticing the scowl on his face. "Hey, if I had your reflexes, I would do the same to any stranger who invades my personal bubble."

He looks at you like you're both an alien and a calculus question. You try to match his mien when you feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. Despite the shadow from his cap, his blue eyes easily pierce through the thin blackness over his face. You're staring— mesmerized, it's rare to find someone with a different eye color in this country. Usually, it's just dark brown, brown, and light brown.

It's tempting to examine every detail of his eyes. The urge to step closer snaps you out of your stupor. "I like your eyes," you blurt out, taking a half-step back.

Your inner self slaps you with a baton— she prizes herself as a majorette.

"Thanks," he glances down, and you swear there's pink on his cheeks. But it isn't evident when he scrutinizes you from crown to toe, trying to decide on what to say without offense.

This makes you snort until you can't hold back the laugh. "You don't have to say anything back, you know." 

Your remark seems to have put him out of his misery.

"Sorry," he awkwardly pockets his hands in his jacket. "It's common courtesy to say a compliment back."

"True, but we make our own rules." you wolfishly grin.

It’s infectious— your smile. Court doesn’t realize it until he spots his vague reflection on the glass, the restraints on the corners of his mouth have buckled.

He clears his throat, tightening his lips down, he takes a look around. Pretending to be looking for Claire as an excuse to tear his gaze away from you.

This is bad. 

If you’re really an innocent civilian, you shouldn’t be a constant presence in their surreptitious life. With you interacting with them now already draws a target on your back and the people around you. Court isn’t fond of collateral damage, and he certainly dislikes the thought of Claire feeling guilty for someone’s death because of them.

But he wasn't lying when he told you that he hoped he and Claire would get to stay longer in one place.

Court quietly sighs and looks straight at you. It’s much easier to think that you’re a spy, paid to get all chummy with him and Claire before you stab them in the back. Although, the way you become easily embarrassed reckons otherwise. You’d flinch and blush, but maybe because of an innate competitiveness, you try to hold his gaze. Like you did last Friday. 

It amuses him. And even though he’s ignoring it, one word keeps streaking through his mind— cute.

On the other hand, you try to maintain a steady eye contact while thinking— awkward.

“All done!” Claire appears out of the blue, holding up a paper bag.

“Nice!— Wait, you already paid for it?” you look over to the cashier, there’s no line.

“I did!”

Court frowns. “Why didn’t you call me?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.”

“We weren’t talking about anything serious,” you chime in, chuckling. “Guess I’ll see you two around, then.”

“Yeah, see you.” Court nods with a polite smile.

“Wait, (N/N)!” Claire grabs your wrist.

“Yes?!” you respond dramatically, but quickly apologizes for startling her.

“Do you wanna go around the mall with us?” Claire glances at Court, who’s infinitesimally shaking his head. “We’re not about to go home, right, Dad?”

You stammer. “I don’t wanna impose..”

“Great, let’s go!”

Huh?

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A/N: Oh boy lol

Been thinking that maybe after chapter 5 (wow, that's a long way) there will be more lovey-dovey stuffs and Claire being aggressive with making you two into a couple The portal to another dimension Chapter 3 <-click

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✨Art Posts✨

Below you will find the updated Art posts that I will post every Wednesday. I will provide links of my weekly favorites and give the creator or the OP, along with a comment. This is the second out of two of them since I had to many in the original post.

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Wednesday, October 5th:

Halloween Kitty: I love this gif of this cat mostly because I love Halloween more than anything because it's my birthday! So I just wanted to share this kitty with every posted by @winslowat3am.

Companion: This is a really wholesome piece made by the lovely @mjulmjul who is so extremely talented. I just really like the Halloween vibes and the spooky vibes!

Creepy Yet Beautiful: This piece by @loish hit home since I actually live near a really big factory that sort of looks like this at night. Though it's terrible for the environment, it is really haunting and creepy looking.

Wednesday, October 19th:

Happy Meowlloween: I love that Halloween, aka my birthday, is coming up so I figured I'd throw this one in here since I also am obsessed with cats. This was created by the lovely and talented @zandramims!

Sanctuary: This piece by @8pxl offers me an unbelievable amount of comfort, like just looking out over the city- I'd love to live up on a hill where I can see this.

Frogs and Mushrooms: I love frogs and I'm obsessed with mushrooms so here's this piece by @lemon-illustrations. I love fall and everything to do with fall, except the mold on the leaves that I'm allergic to lol.

Wednesday, October 26th:

Cat Witch Party: You guys know the drill, Halloween is my birthday and I love cats so it would be silly of me to not post this digital art piece by @libbyframe.

Lantern Plants: This is just so cute. So wholesome. Nothing more to say. Created by the wholesome and wonderful @maruti-bitamin.

Wednesday, November 2nd:

In The Grass: There's something just so pretty and soothing about this piece of art created by @wormbus-art. It's just really pretty and I spent like an hour just going through their page.

Cozy Season: You guys know me cozy vibes, books and cats. This piece literally spoke to me lol. And the creator, @yuumei-art, is just so lovely and all of their work is so beautiful.

Wednesday, December 7th:

Waves: This is just so aesthetically pleasing and I just love the soft colors. This was posted by @thecollectibles, go check out their account, it's awesome!

Fairy Houses: This is just remarkable and looks like something straight out of a fantasy novel. I just love the choices in detail and I think it's just beautiful. Posted and created by the wonderful @gulistan-blog.

Wednesday, January 18th:

Cat Cow: I just think this is possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen. As you all know, I'm a big cat (and dog) person but I also adore cows with my whole heart. When I was a kid I used to scream 'friends!' out the window whenever I saw them in a field. Thank you for this post, @camilicy.

Extra Round: All I'm gonna say; look at how fat they are. Thank you @asmeesh for this post, it truly made my whole day so much better, it's so friggin cute.

Wednesday, January 25th:

Moo Moo: I love cows more than anything else in this whole world. If you go back through both of my art posts, you'll see how many art works with cows I have. I love it and I love @rosefinchie for creating this work of art!!

Ellie: So I've loved the Last of Us for years and now, in honor of the new amazing show, I thought I'd use my platform to show off some of @zoemar-son work! This is wonderful, I love Ellie with my whole heart.

Wednesday, February 8th:

Larkspur and Lilies: This beautiful piece was done by @libbyframe and I just think it's beautiful. They're an amazing artist, go give their stuff a look!

Pixie Cup Lichen: GUYS!!! You know me and my microbiological loving ass, I love mushrooms, I love fungi, I'm making a whole career out of loving microbiology so I had to share this with you guys, it was created by @fairydropart.

Wednesday, February 15th:

Froggie: I just thought this piece done by @titsay is so wholesome and cute and I LOVE frogs.

Hearts Day: This other piece done by the wonderful @titsay is so wholesome, especially because I have a kitty who looks just like this!

Wednesday, February 22nd:

On A Date: THIS IS SO CUTE NO WORDS I HAVE NO WORDS. This was created by the wholesome @spicymochi who's whole blog is just awesome.

Bouquet: This looks like the flowers that my love gave me for Valentines day so I thought it would be nice to add to this. This was made by the lovely @libbyframe, go give them a look!