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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years ago

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Here’s a few more I forgot to put in the original post:

There’s a total InfoWarrior who comes in to bum wifi off us. His car is plastered with shit like “Arrest Fauci” and “Alex Jones was right” plastered all over the car it looks like he lives out of.

A mean old lady who has harassed me for years, doing everything from cussing me out to throwing change at me. The managers refuse to ban her.

A cool dude with a cowboy hat who smokes a long pipe and always tells me to “have a blessed day.” One of my favs.

A nice old lady who always had to get coffee for her asshole boss.

An old Vietnam vet who asked me during fair week, “you get a lot of fairies coming through?” When I expressed confusion, he got annoyed and said, “I don’t mean fairies as in queers, I mean as in fairgoers!”

Another Vietnam vet, this one with a hat that read “Agent Orange.”

A customer who was so annoyed by the guy behind him he paid for and took the guy’s food.

A lady who left forty bucks and paid off a half dozen cars behind her with it.

A guy who said the number denoting a meal, rattled off a minute’s worth of customization before ending with “just the entree.” I work at a fast food restaurant and had no idea what I was talking about, so I confirmed he wanted just the burgers, but he kept smugly correcting me with “just the entree.” When I repeatedly tried to confirm, he said, “Are you ok?” in the most condescending tone.

A lady who was mad about something and tried to throw a can at a coworker (it hit the window thankfully). I turned around and threw her drink in her face.

A guy who was covered in growths that made him look demonic, but he had “God’s Not Dead” on his back window. He never once spoke to me.

Speaking of old people who refuse to acknowledge my existence, there’s another old man regular who gives me the silent treatment so much he paid for the wrong order and held up the line for at least five minutes. I’ve made sure to make his food as expensive as possible since.

A lady who my wife and I always seem to get stuck behind while driving or parking, she has a bumper sticker that says “I support traditional marriage” and another with a fake George Washington quote about God.

A customer who was going to call the cops on me because I accidentally handed her a fake ten without realizing it. She said I was suspicious because I folded the money… which I do so I don’t drop change.

A lady who refused to reach far enough to give me the money when we had plastic screen during Covid that made it hard for me to get out the window. She did an over the top fake scream while handing me cash to try and guilt me; I almost laughed.

A lady who pulled up and rudely responded when I read off her order, so I handed her back her card and deleted her order. She dropped her card, honked repeatedly, slammed on my window, but I ignored her.

A guy in a company van who was a regular until one day he said “I love you, guy.” Ne er saw him again after that.

A drunk guy who has a fit because management thought he was stealing our American flag.

These guys who threw rocks at the window because I wasn’t serving them (I was taking an order from another customer) and then tried to accuse me of being rude to them to them.

An old guy who regularly sits in the lobby pet a baby’s head on his way to leave. The dad asked a moment later, “Did that guy just touch our kid?”

SO MANY CUSTOMERS making a big stink over how we don’t accept bills over twenty dollar bills. Some even insist we totally do during the night (we don’t) or that a manager said it was okay (they didn’t).

A lady with a van plastered with conspiracy theory stickers, including a NASA logo that says “LIES.” I worry about her children.

Working on fast food I’ve met a lot of different people, especially when I worked overnights. Here are some of the customers I remember the best (some of them I still see around):

An actual Nazi with a swastika tattooed on his thumb. I always make sure he’s charged more when he comes through.

A guy who asked me to cum in his ice cream.

Two seperate old guys who harassed me while I used the bathroom. One gif banned for being racist to the cashiers up front, the other one tried to break into my stall.

A tired, bruised woman who seemed a bit on edge. There was a guy passed out next to her in the car. She told me to keep the change (it was a lot) and drove off. I never saw her again.

A woman who broke down sobbing because her daughter who had recently died of cerebral palsy loved the rain, and it was raining out.

A man who pulled up while on the phone and loudly shouted into it, “What do you mean I have AIDS?! …Is it the good kind?”

A dude on drugs who choked me against a wall because he thought I made a pass at his sister, smashed a window, got into a fistfight with a manager, and begged the cops to beat him to death when they showed up.

A couple who were exceptionally rude and harassed me, then tried to stalk me home. They got banned.

A drag queen who always wanted extra sauce. I gave it to them free even though the store I was at charged for it.

A kid with a confederate flag hat or shirt (this was over a decade ago, I can’t remember which). I gave him free sauce because I felt bad for him. If I saw him today, I’d charge him twice.

An anti-vaxxer who flipped out because we couldn’t do half hot, half iced water, got out of her car, and demanded to know what my problem was.

The main character of life, who came at a busy time, honked at everyone, and demanded I get a manager to move the line somehow.

A lady with massive breasts that were practically exploding out of her shirt who complained to a manager I was rude to her because I explained how a coupon worked.

A customer whose order was exactly correct, still asked for a manager, and then complained to the manager how I was rude because he overheard me explain to the manager I wasn’t sure what the problem was.

An old man who frequented the drive thru and was entirely innocuous until the day he harassed a woman to the point she was in tears and shaking.

An old guy who consistently pays for his order entirely with change and always drives off before I can count it. He is consistently short ten to twenty cents.

A man who insisted we served pizza.

A guy who tried to order lo mein.

A nice, sweet old Asian man whose initials are “KKK.” He’s one of my favorite customers.

A person whose name is “Barbarian.” Another favorite.

A person named “Icelyn Snow.” Yet another favorite.

A woman who comes through with her cats. Another fav.

A lady who came through with her pet skunk.

A guy with a bearded dragon in his cup holder.

An old man who held the line up for ten minutes because we don’t accept any bills over twenties. He insisted we legally had to and refused to budge even after two managers and I explained the rules to him, and who we had to walk around to get other customers. He finally left after the police were called.

A bunch of kids who jumped a teen in the lobby and ripped her earring out. There was blood on the floor.

A guy who tried to come through while being chased by cops. He caused an officer to chip a wall with their car before escaping.

A guy wit a studded hat that said “Hentai” with an ahegao seat cover to go with it.

A guy who insisted the confederacy weren’t losers and that they were making a comeback.

A guy who tried to hustle us out of ten bucks. I caught him, but he kept insisting I owed him money. He came back months later still yelling about it; I pretended to not know what he was talking about.

A man who came back through after being given sweet tea he was told was sweetened artificially (he and his wife were diabetic). Despite having to take his wife to the hospital due to high blood sugar, all he wanted was his tea fixed and an apology. I apologized profusely. My coworker insisted he was lying for free stuff.

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grayscales090 · 3 years ago

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Thanks to my love of Halo being reignited because of Infinite, I decided to check out one of my very old loves just for fun, Red VS Blue. Every season is up and put together on Rooster Teeth’s youtube channel and I know the early seasons are super old so not every joke holds up but... like.. what the fuck. All I remember about this show was that it was a funny shitpost of a show with quotable lines and got super action packed over time..

WHY didn’t anyone tell me that this show getS SO DAMN GOOD?? I BINGED ALL THE WAY TO SEASON 17 IN LIKE LESS THAN A WEEK BECAUSE I WAS SO OBSESSED. IT MADE ME LAUGH, CRY, GASP, AND FREAKING CARE SO MUCH ABOUT A BAND OF MORONS JUST TRYING TO LIVE WITH EACH OTHER AND SURVIVE!!??

I understand now why this show lasted for so long.

#red vs blue #seriously i'm obsessed now #agent washington is my fav i love him #but i really do love every single one of them #the chorus trilogy my beloved it was the best

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Begin Again (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Inspo: Begin Again by Adam Melchor

Summary: Dating apps never pair you with the right people. Until you come across the profile of a handsome, pancake loving FBI agent named Marcus.

W/C: 4.8k

Warnings: lots of talk of food, language, late night deep conversations, some sadness at the end but nothing intense? reader has a pet cat, is that worth a warning? idk

A/N: HI GUYS this is my first full length Marcus Pike fic! I really hope you like it!! thank you so much to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for being my best editors and proofreaders and idea givers!!!

note: PLS listen to the song before/after/while reading! it’s one of my favs and it really goes along with the story

Over the course of your adult years, you’ve become convinced that dating apps are complete and utter bullshit. The algorithms never work right, never pair you or any of your friends with anyone worth seeing in person. Maybe that’s just the problem; maybe it’s not the apps but the people. Whatever the answer is, whatever reason you’ve never found success in the endless swiping, you’re through with it.

That was before last week. The rainy Tuesday night left you in your apartment, alone, to succumb to the cold spring dreariness. Over a cup of hot tea, you’d downloaded the app again. Might as well try, right? You have nothing to lose. If worst comes to worst, catfishing an annoying guy is always a blast. The good news is that this app requires you as the woman to make the first move. That’s kind of a downside- you never know how to start conversations- but at least you can’t get unsolicited dick pics right off the bats. Life is full of tradeoffs, you suppose.

You begin again. The app becomes your favorite pastime. Bored at work or home? Dating app it is. Left. Left. Left. Boring man after boring man. One labeled himself super-straight: absolutely fucking not. One holding a fish: nope. A man who describes himself as a gym rat: not your type. It’s a boring way to spend your lunch break, you’re aware, but the entertainment value is fun if nothing else. There are a lot of strange men out there.

After a few days, your luck seems to turn around as the photo of a man with brown hair and warm brown eyes pops up on your screen. He has a scruffy beard and wavy hair, and the way his smile tugs at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He’s really cute, you have to admit. You read the bio next.

Marcus, 35

❗️ Washington, D.C.

Got forced into making this, but optimistic. Lover of art, dogs, and time to relax. Always down for breakfast for dinner and cuddling. Looking for someone with a sense of independence, love of travel, and a sleep schedule equally fucked up as mine. Must love pancakes.

Must love pancakes. That’s absolutely adorable. You immediately think of your cat, named Pancake, and you laugh and swipe right, hoping the man already thought the same of you. Your eyes widen with excitement and you almost laugh out loud from your giddy state when you see the little logo indicating it’s a match.

The first message you send him has to be perfect. You ponder your options for a minute, frowning and furrowing your brow as you think. You don’t want to come on too strong; you’re not trying to sound like you want a hookup. A simple one-word greeting wouldn’t be enough.

You could comment on something from his bio, you realize as you read it again and again. Maybe ask him about his dog? No, that’s too awkward. You want it to be about him, something that can draw him in. Talk about traveling? No, you don’t want to sound like you’re bragging about the places you’ve gone in your life.

Pancakes. Pancakes are good. You love pancakes. You think for a second more, debating what to say, before inspiration strikes and you send off the message before you can stop yourself.

Marcus Pike has essentially felt the same as you. He’s a somewhat charming man. He’s had his fair share of relationships, but they never quite work out. His ex-wife, now long gone and blocked from his phone, was an absolute failure of a relationship. He’d gotten close to what felt like true love with Teresa, another FBI agent, but she flaked at the last second.

Maybe the constant here was that he met them in person. When Marcus falls, he falls hard and fast, down an endless spiral of emotions with no escape. Maybe if he met someone online, it would be different. His best friends had all encouraged it, and on a night out not long after Teresa left him, Pike set up his own profile. He liked that the app didn’t require him to make the first move. It’s refreshing.

Marcus had seen your profile hours ago, on a mindless phone break from his work. He’d swiped right too, stunned by your smile and the lovelines you radiated even through the phone. He crossed his fingers for a good part of the day, hoping you’d swipe right on him too.

His day is busy, leaving him no time to fiddle with his phone and distract himself. He eats in the cafeteria, checking up on his phone. After lunch, he’s walking back to his office when his heart flutters as he sees the dating app indicates he’s had a match. He looks at it and swallows hard before stopping, moving to the side of the hallway to allow others to pass. He’s breathing hard, and his heart speeds up when he sees that you are the one that matched with him.

He knows how this app works. He has to wait now, to let you make the first move. He can’t even write a message until you send one. So he pockets his phone again and continues on his walk.

He’s determined on his walk, rushing back to his desk so he can sit and be thoroughly enthralled in waiting for or receiving your response. His phone buzzes several times with notifications, one of which he prays is you. When he finally sits, he opens the app ceremoniously and has to hold back a genuine laugh when he sees your first message.

Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus shoots back a text nearly immediately. Sorry, what?

Your bio. “Must love pancakes”. Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus is absolutely beaming as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Blueberry. Always. I hope that’s the right answer :)

Unfortunately, it’s not, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide

You called him cute. It makes Marcus’s heart flutter. Come on. There’s nothing like the warm blueberry popping in your mouth.

There is. It’s when the chocolate chips are all melty and creamy.

God, Marcus is already painfully into you. You know what… at least you love pancakes. I’ll let it slide. You got a favorite place?

Anywhere I can get ‘em. You seem like quite the connoisseur, do you have one place in mind?

Jane slams down a stack of files on Marcus’s desk. “Paperwork overflow, Pike. Can you get these done tonight?”

Marcus is the fastest in the office with paperwork, which often leads to him being the one that flies through the files in the place of the people who actually filed it. He nods. What else is there to do? “Sure.”

Jane claps him on the shoulder and wanders off. Marcus watches him in slight annoyance. The best place in D.C. is definitely Sandy’s. Hey I gotta go, text ya later?

I’d love that :)

It didn’t take long for your texting to move from the dating app to actual texting. It happened within the same day, in fact.

Marcus messaged you some hours after the initial conversation. Your phone buzzed while you were doing yoga in your apartment, your cat curled into a ball beneath your stomach as you held a downward dog. You nearly collapsed on top of Pancake as you fumbled to sit cross-legged on the end of your yoga mat.

The message from Marcus is bright on the top of your screen. Hi. Sorry that took so long. Work stuff.

Smiling, you take a swig from your water bottle and lean back against your couch. Not a problem. Understandable. What do you do for a living? It’s a loaded question in D.C.; they could range anywhere from politicians to their rich sons to artists and athletes.

I work for the FBI, actually.

Your eyes light up in excitement. That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard. What do you do? Are you an agent?

The man’s responses don’t take long at all. He must be waiting in the chat to respond. The idea makes your heart flutter. Yep, I’m an agent. I work in international art crimes.

You certainly didn’t expect that for an answer. Wow, okay, that’s even cooler than I thought. I was about to call you Agent Pancake but I think my girl would be disheartened...

Snapping a photo of the way Pancake is nuzzling into your side, meowing for snuggles, you have to laugh as you send the photo his way. Funny you love pancakes so much. This little muppet is named Pancake.

Marcus responds with a barrage of heart-eyes emojis, which makes you laugh aloud and scoop Pancake into your lap, stroking her strawberry-blonde fluff. She’s an absolute angel. Like her mother, I’m presuming.

Your cheeks flood with warmth and you can feel the tips of your ears turning hot too. You’ve never even met me, Agent…? You trail off the text, asking for his last name.

Pike.

Agent Marcus Pike. What a nice sounding name. It sounds official and strong and you really like it. Cute last name. Might steal it from ya someday ;)

You don’t normally flirt this shamelessly, but he’s so goddamn cute and funny. You cross your fingers behind your back that this isn’t just a facade, that this is Marcus himself texting like he would to anyone else. You got a phone number?

As you laugh, Pancake paws at your chest to grab your attention, nails nearly digging into the stretchy fabric of your yoga tank top. “Watch it,” you scold her softly and remove her paw from your chest, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the head. Sure do. You want it?

Yes please.

You send your number his way and moments later, your phone pings with a text from an unlabeled number.

Maybe: Pike: hey, it’s Pike :)

You: hey… dammit, I really want to call you Agent Pancakes, but I think my fluffy little heathen would be offended. I don’t know what to save you in my phone as...

Agent Pancakes: Save me as whatever, I suppose. Not my problem, right?

The texts became more frequent. Over the course of three weeks, you’d stay up late talking like teenagers, knowing you need to go to bed but unable to bring yourself to do it.

You learned that his middle name was Mauricio, that his mother wanted him to have at least something a little more Latino in his name. You told him the story of how you’d adopted Pancake as a kitten from a shelter and she woke you up one morning with her claws entwined in a snarl of your hair. He told you about his ex-wife and ex-fiancée, Teresa, and you responded that he deserved something better than that. You can already tell that he’s a good man.

At the end of three weeks, you shot Marcus a text. Things seemed to be going pretty well.

You: Hey, you want to do a video call sometime soon?

Agent Pancakes: I’d love that! I’m free tonight if you are.

You: Always free. Shouldn’t you know that?? Doesn’t the FBI spy on us through our phones and whatever?

Agent Pancakes: well, I do work in art crimes. Even if we did, it would be a totally different thing

You: Good.

An hour later, you fidget with your hands as you sit on your couch, the laptop propped up across from you and ringing for a video chat. Marcus’s profile picture bobs on the screen as you wait for him to pick up.

Marcus’s face and apartment fills your screen, and you automatically grin. “Hi,” you giggle and wave, absolutely enraptured by how cute his real smile is, not the forced one in the photos.

“Hey. Nice to kind of-finally meet you,” he tells you and waves back. The wall of his apartment is nothing exciting, but his facial expressions already have you falling. Those big brown eyes compliment natural but ridiculously pink lips, and his brown hair is neatly done. It looks like he’s wearing a tie and a dress shirt; probably his work gear, you suppose.

“You too!” You tell him, unable to stop smiling. “You shaved.”

Marcus’s heart jumps out of his chest when he sees you ringing him. He barely has time to flop on the couch and turn it on, propping up the camera across from him.

God, you’re so gorgeous. Your giggle is infectious, making Marcus laugh softly at god knows what. Your grin is equally as contagious, making him smile back. He rubs his jaw in response. “Yeah, yeah. I tend to keep it clean there. Stubble takes too much maintenance, and I have this little patch where it never quite grows,” he tells you as he juts his chin to the camera, touching the spot where his beard can’t grow.

“I like it either way,” you assure him, shrugging a little. “How was your day, Agent Pancakes?” Your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, even with the granulated audio over this shitty app. Agent Pancakes makes his heart flutter. “No, not you!” You groan as Pancake climbs onto your lap. “Hi. Your twin wants to say hi.”

Marcus’s smile widens. “Oh my god, hello cutie pie,” he chuckles, launching into baby talk. “What a pretty girl. You make a good Pancake.”

You smile and rub her fur, grinning. “She’s my baby,” you chuckle and set her aside. “Yeah. I’m busy. Leave me alone.” Pancake meows in protest. “Shut up, I’m on a date,” you whine.

Marcus’s ears perk up. “This is a date?”

Your eyes widen as you turn back to him. “I… yeah?” You ask, wincing a little.

He grins back at you. “I like it. And I’m really in love with the idea of seeing your face when you talk.”

“I like your voice,” you flirt back, but you mean it. “It’s so pretty. Do you sing?” You ask mindlessly, studying the way his brow furrows and his eyes convey exactly what he’s thinking.

He chuckles softly. “I used to. I haven’t in a long long time.”

“You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”

When he shakes his head, his neatly gelled hair tries to break free. A strand does, falling in his face. “You don’t wanna hear it, I promise.” He removes his tie, and you can’t help but watch the movement. It’s incredibly sexy.

A mischievous smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. “No, I really do, I really think I do.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Only if you try the pancakes at Sandy’s sometime. I promise you, they’re the best pancakes in the District. I’ve never had the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they’re anywhere near as good as the blueberry, they’re fantastic. And they’re open 24 hours. I go there a lot for late night case work.”

You smile at that, getting cozy on your couch and hugging your blanket. “That does sound nice. I love a good all day breakfast,” you say with raised eyebrows, the teasing in your voice. “Okay, human Pancakes. How was your day?” You ask him again, intent on hearing his answer. Not only is his job fascinating, but he’s adorable when he explains things.

Marcus frowns, and that makes you instinctively frown too. “Well, it’s been good. We’re tracking a huge smuggling ring right now, but since we’ve pinpointed a stock house for them, I might have to travel for a while.”

You frown. You’d been hoping you could have a real date soon, at least. “How long is a while?” You ask him curiously, sipping from your water bottle that sits next to you.

“Couple weeks. No less than a month, probably. I’d… well, I might have to go undercover, which means we couldn’t talk for a while.” His eyes are apologetic, showing that he hates this news as much as you do. “And… I’d leave maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

Your heart sinks. “So soon,” you say with a sad smile, a desperate and lonely chuckle. “Well, if you want to come home to me, I’ll be here.”

Marcus’s smile perks up just slightly. “You would be the best thing in the world to come home to. And I’ll have the scruff back by then.”

“Yes!” You exclaim and laugh, pumping a fist in the air. “I think you’re really cute anyway, but I really love the scruff,” you shrug shyly.

“Maybe I’ll grow it out just for you.”

The adrenaline from his first technical-date with you prevents Marcus from sleeping. The call lasted hours, the two of you covering almost everything important in your lives. You talked about your favorite television programs and politics, your parents and your favorite pizza toppings. Talking with him was like nothing you’d ever experience, a connection you’d never thought a dating app could offer.

After several hours, during a lull in the conversation, Marcus suggested the two of you log off. It was around 11 P.M. now, and, even though Marcus has a sleep schedule like a raccoon, he figured you should sleep. He blew you a kiss through the camera, which you pretended to hold to your chest and grin at him.

But now it’s an hour later, just past midnight, and Marcus is antsy. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, but your face is running through his mind like it owns the place, and at this point, maybe you do. Marcus sits up in bed and sighs. He knows the proper remedy for this: Sandy’s. Throwing on a rare pair of jeans and a leather jacket over the white v-neck he wears, he slips on his shoes and makes his way to the tiny, 24-hour diner.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins too. You text any of your friends that will listen, rambling about how beautiful Marcus’s face is and how wonderful it was to finally hear his voice. You pace your apartment, petting Pancake as you pass her perch on the arm of your couch. You try to do a little yoga to calm down but you can’t stop smiling. Marcus occupies too much room in your brain to try to think about anything else.

When it’s just after midnight, hunger strikes. You realize you never ate dinner, too preoccupied with talking to the handsome man to even consider microwaving something from your fridge. Talking with Marcus has instilled you with a love for pancakes, and you think to yourself that maybe Sandy’s would be worth a shot. It’s open late.

So you toss on a jacket and pick up your purse, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving your apartment. You toss the book you’ve been reading into your bag, planning to read it while you sit and eat. Pancake gives a sleepy meow of protest but you just smile and lock the door behind you.

The diner is just as small as Marcus described it to you: just a short line of booths along the windows and a smattering of tables in the middle. There’s a colorful, warm-toned tile floor that juxtaposes the warm green of the walls and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air. Quiet classic swing music filling the atmosphere. You can see why he likes it: it automatically makes you smile.

You sit in one of the booths, facing away from the door, and the kind waitress takes your order: chocolate chip pancakes and an English breakfast tea. The air conditioning is blasting, making you chilly. You tighten your jacket around yourself and sip the tea when it arrives, adding cream and sugar.

Cracking open the book, you cross your legs and lose yourself in the book. The restaurant has a calming aura, and you can feel the tea warming you from the inside. It’s fitting that Marcus loves this place, you think to yourself.

When the pancakes come not long after, you take a bite and almost groan in happiness. It’s absolutely delicious: Marcus was most definitely right. Disappointingly, you have to go to the bathroom about three bites in.

Even the bathrooms are cute, you discover. When you return, someone else sits a booth away, another lone diner at this godforsaken hour of night, facing the door. You can see the back of what appears to be a man’s head, neatly trimmed brown hair and a brown leather jacket over their neck and shoulders. Sitting back down, your back to the other customer’s, you return to your book and continue to eat your chocolate chip pancakes.

The customer and waitress are talking, but you don’t pay much attention, too enraptured by your book. It’s quiet again after the man puts in his order, and you enjoy the soft jazz music that makes you tap your foot in time against the tile.

There’s a buzzing and the melodic sound of a phone’s ringtone; one of the defaults that a phone provides. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the man pick up. “Agent Pike.”

That can’t be your Agent Pike, can it? You turn and listen and realize it’s definitely him, from his voice and the way he holds himself and the stack of- of course, blueberry pancakes and a hot coffee set in front of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Let me write that down.” Marcus types something into his phone. “See you then. At the office? Good. Alright, see you.” He hangs up.

Standing, you tuck your book back in your purse and put the bag over your shoulder. With one hand, you grab your plate of pancakes, and the other grabs your tea. You set them down across from him and slide into the booth, grinning. “Huh. Agent Pancakes, here, in the middle of the night. How unusual.”

Marcus’s tired face lights up in excitement. “What?” He laughs, his eyes scanning your face. “Why are you here?”

You shrug and take a bite of his pancakes, sighing. “Had to see if they were worth the hype. I couldn’t sleep, you got me so excited.” The blueberry pancakes are absolutely fantastic, just as good if not better than the chocolate chip ones on your plate. “Damn, you were right.”

“Hey,” he laughs and pulls his plate closer to his chest. “Don’t touch my pancakes.”

You make pleading pouty eyes, frowning a little. “Can’t we share?” You tease. It already feels like you’ve known him for years, even though this is your first time seeing him in person.

Marcus sighs. “I suppose,” he says and rolls his eyes in sarcasm, pushing his plate back out so you can access it.

Marcus is beyond stunned, absolutely enraptured in how beautiful you are in person. If he thought he fell on that video call earlier, he’s now reached the very bottom of that cliff, the impact of your everything stealing the air from his lungs. God, he wants nothing more than to kiss you right now, on those lips coated in blueberry juice and maple syrup.

The two of you spend quite some time so there, just talking and continuing the conversation where it left off before. The waitress refills Marcus’s coffee twice and your tea once. “So who called you when you were sitting alone?” You ask him as you bring the white porcelain mug to your lips, sipping at the creamy tea.

He sighs. “Guy I work with, his name’s Patrick. He’s a douchebag, I can’t lie,” he says with a chuckle, and his heart flutters at the way you give a soft laugh back. “Just telling me the details. I leave in about 6 hours. I’ll be in Singapore for a couple of weeks.”

“Singapore?” You exclaim, eyes wide as your fork clanks against your plate. “You better be able to contact me.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, I’m going undercover. I can’t.” He sighs, and he dares to reach out and touch you, to reassure you that he’s there and himself that you’re real, that you’re right there. “Will you wait for me?”

Your heart melts, from an already slush-covered river to a rushing rapids. “Of course, Marcus.” It makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve called him lots of nicknames, but never his real name. Something is painfully intimate about it. “I like you a lot; why wouldn’t I?” You ask, shrugging as if it’s the simplest thing. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

When you finish your meals, Marcus picks up both tabs, despite your protesting. “Can I walk you to your place?” He asks as you both stand and adjust your jackets.

You nod and take his hand. The lights of the city are seemingly extra dim tonight, leaving the street lights to illuminate your beautiful face as the two of you stroll along. You have all the time in the world, don’t you? It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re both already evading sleep desperately. A little more time together can’t hurt.

His hand never leaves yours, his fingers lacing through your knuckles. You chat quietly, as if you could wake the sleeping city from the peaceful blue drone of a weeknight morning into its daily splendor of horns and hordes of speedy pedestrians.

Marcus bumps your shoulder with his, making you stumble a little to the side and laugh as you look up at his gorgeous face. His face reflects the love you’re both feeling, almost giving the city around you a pink glaze of warmth from the rose-colored glasses you must have placed over his eyes.

The walk draws to an end, as you stand at the entrance to your apartment building. Marcus’s body looks so soft and inviting, and you dare to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to your chest. “I don’t want you to go, Agent Pancakes,” you murmur into the soft skin of his neck, which is starting to get a shadow of stubble.

Marcus kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t move either, prolonging this time you have together before he can’t see you. “I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted to stay here more than I do now, but I have to.” His arms wrap around your waist, strong and safe.

Lifting your head, you look up at him, your noses practically touching from the proximity you share. The world feels like a bubble around you two, like some impenetrable one-way material that makes it so if Marcus leaves now, he can never come back. “Well, it’s gonna be a long time, a month or two,” you say with a sad smile. “We’ll have to begin again.”

Marcus shakes his head, his brown eyes almost welling with tears. “There’s no one else I’d want to begin again with.” With that, he looks in your eyes, the question hanging there. Wait for me?

Always, you respond silently by pressing your lips to his, kissing him slowly in the orange glow of your apartment building’s entrance. He kisses back, his lips tasting of coffee and maple and blueberry, yours tasting like chocolate and tea.

You squeeze your arms tighter around him, getting on your tiptoes to be as physically close as you can to him. He has one hand on either side of your rib cage, holding you there as he kisses back with all of the passion and love he has.

It can’t last too long or he’ll never leave. He won’t be able to. He breaks away after a few moments, his lips close to yours. He presses your foreheads together, arms encircling you again. “I have to go. I have to be at the office in an hour.”

You lift your head and your brow furrows in confusion. “Then why did you take so long to walk and eat with me?” You laugh quietly.

Marcus shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave you yet,” he admits, his eyes trained on yours. He gives you one last painfully gentle kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been my distraction lately. Whenever I’m bored, I text you.”

He sighs, the confession increasing his frown. “I’ll be in an entirely new place, without you.”

“But I’ll be here, in my same old life without you in it.”

The words punch a hole through Marcus’s heart. It’s true; he’ll have new distractions, new things to do. You’ll be here with a Marcus Pike-shaped hole in your heart. He kisses your forehead, the wheels turning in his head. “If you get a call in the next few weeks from an unknown number, be sure to answer it, okay?”

You nod and smile softly. “You need to go. Go.”

He nods and his hand squeezes yours. “I can’t wait to begin again with you.” With that, Marcus Pike, Agent Pancakes, whatever you want to call him, the man you’re highly suspecting might be your soulmate, walks off into the slightly chilly D.C. night.

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meibemeibelline · 5 years ago

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10 Fave Fandoms

Name your top 10 fav character from 10 different fandoms (and tag 10 people).

Thanks for the tag @infinitelystrangemachinex <3 <3

1. Akagami no Shirayukihime - Shirayuki. I love her SO much she’s such a badass who’s out here doing COOL SCIENCE and she’s loving, kind and sassy she is my inspiration!!!!

2. Given - Haruki. I struggled to pick between him and Akihiko, and they’re both good dudes but Haruki is the GOODEST DUDE who deserves nothing less than the world. The best older brother figure. Love him. Also a bicon.

3. The Good Place - Michael the Architect. I don’t have the brain cells right now to explain why. I just Know. That he is funny. And he is my favourite. Especially later in the show when he becomes Everyone’s Dad

4. Akatsuki no Yona - Shin-ah. Best boy!!!!!!! He is so full of love and always looking out for his friends and has cool powers and a sword and Ao the squirrel <3

5. Mob Psycho 100 - Shigeo. My son!!!!!! I love this story so much and what it has to say about self-love and what it means to be a better person. He’s always doing his best and I love him for it.

6. Haikyuu!! - Nishinoya. Ball of sunshine. Seeing him on screen is an instant serotonin boost. I wish I had like 10% of his energy, positivity and confidence.

7. Euphoria - Rue Bennett. The amount of GROWTH this girl went through. I relate to only some of her struggles but I was always, ALWAYS rooting for her throughout the whole show like I just want this girl to be surrounded by love and happiness and for her to keep healing. Also Zendaya absolutely killed her entire performance <3

8. RWBY - Yang Xiao Long. She is just so cool and strong. Always standing up to fight for what’s right and to protect others, no matter who she has to fight to get there. Her growth? Also amazing.

9. Young Justice - Kaldur’ahm. I KNEW FROM THE VERY FIRST EP THAT AQUALAD IS A GOOD LAD. Pls he’s just so cool and I love him. Also his entire arc in season 2??? Amazing. Showstopping. Spectacular. Never the same--

10. Red vs Blue - Agent Washington. Goofy badass, and a Mood.

Tagging: @vivianwisteria @epicfallenismine @akai-vampire @jaygirl987 @maverae aaaand anyone else who wants to do it <33

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elite-guard-hardygal · 6 years ago

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Most Favourite Characters Ever of All Time! GO!

Smokescreen (Transformers Prime) - He’s such a dork and I love him so much! Sure, he’s cocky, overconfident, and inexperienced, but he’s also well-read, sincere, loyal, and he’s trying so damn hard...! Despite his shortcomings, he still tries to get better as both a person and a soldier. He’s insecure and I just want to give this kid the validation he craves! Not that popular in the fandom unfortunately, but this rookie has remained one of my most favourite characters of all time. also hes voiced by nolan north

Makoto Naegi (Danganronpa) - When you get down to it, this boy is the entire reason I fell in love with Danganronpa. He’s an all around normal and average person - he’s nice and friendly, but his optimism is the only thing that really sets him apart. It’s one of those things that people would say is “nice but not useful.” And yet it’s that optimism that ends up saving the day in the end!! That, to me, was one of the biggest twists in the entire series, and it meant more to me than one would imagine... also his dub voice is bryce papenbrook

Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia) - So bright, so emotional, always moving forward. How could I not fall for this child?! Like Makoto with Danganronpa, he is pretty much the whole reason I got into this wonderful series. His happiness, his sadness, his determination, it’s all very contagious! He’s so openly emotional, and as an extremely wonderful added bonus, that’s never once seen as a bad thing or put down...! Again, that means more to me than one can imagine. Keep it up, Deku! I’ll be there to laugh and cry right along with you! also his dub voice is justin briner

Honourable Mentions - I love these guys but not as much as the three boys above

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012) - So it’s been actual years since I’ve seen this show, but I loved this guy. He was just so relatable, what with his struggles of being the leader/oldest child. I also appreciated that the show would depict him as a dorky and excitable fanboy whenever he’s in a situation that doesn’t require him to be responsible - believe it or not, guys, the oldest child wants to have fun too.

Nathan Drake (Uncharted) - A bit unlike most characters I tend to like, buuut I like to think this guy was made to be a fairly likable protagonist. Sure he can be an asshole, but he’s also a dork and he genuinely cares about people. also hes voiced and mocap’d by nolan north who frankly added a lot to what makes this character so likable and enjoyable

Mike Munroe (Until Dawn) - VERY different from most characters I like. He starts the game as a womanizer and an asshole, but ends it - assuming you don’t kill him along the way - as a badass with a wolf for a friend trying his best to keep everyone safe. Out of all the characters to like in this game, for some reason this one stands out to me. Congrats, Mike - you’re my one problematic fav.

Rory Williams (Doctor Who) - This man... Quiet, nervous, and realistic, but also courageous, badass, and adaptable. His largely grounded personality ironically makes him the odd-one-out, which is honestly pretty relatable to me. also he dies a lot But most importantly, this man loves his wife more than anything else in the universe. He’s died for her, fought for her, and waited thousands of years for her. Way to set my husband standards ridiculously high, Rory.

Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue) - Arguably one of the more complex characters in the series, but to put it frankly, this guy is a dork. Yeah, he’s grown rather cynical after all the crap he’s been put through, and leading a group of people he used to not give a shit about certainly hasn’t helped his stress levels, but even after giving up on himself several times, this guy has still managed to move forward. And yes, he has still remained a massive dork.

Hajime Hinata (Danganronpa 2) - Most everyone can agree that this guy is one of the most relatable protagonists in the series, and I’m the same way. He’s more cynical and sarcastic than most, and he’s frequently fed up with the world, but he also wants to be more than he is. I love this boy and his story, as sad as both of them are. also his dub voice is johnny yong bosch

Shuichi Saihara (Danganronpa V3) - Surprised? Shuichi is a lot more insecure than other protagonists in the series and that just makes me relate to him want to help him and encourage him. The fact that he eventually does get friends who help him grow stronger just makes it even better. It’s rather amazing to see him slowly overcome his inhibitions and make his decisions with confidence while also not invalidating his own feelings.

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) - Oh my word what an unexpected dork. And somehow that dorkiness never takes away from his moments of absolute badassery! He is, in my opinion, probably one of the best pacifist characters ever written - I’ve never before seen a pacifist who has literally never taken a life. It ramps up the tension whenever he’s forced into a situation where that may change. His whole story is just... amazing. also his dub voice is johnny yong bosch

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littlemisssquiggles · 8 years ago

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RVB Musings: Be still my shipping heart. The Wash and Carolina feels were definitely VERY strong in this one...

I don’t normally talk about Red vs Blue by RoosterTeeth. As a matter of fact, this is my first time musing about Red vs Blue since I became a fan of series. I started watching RVB around March this year and I’ve following it closely ever since with its newest season including this weekend’s newest episode.

///WARNING: Episode Spoilers ahead///

While I know everyone else is probably all cussing out Temple for but for me, this is the only part of the episode that honestly mattered the most! I can’t believe they did it!

Now of all the characters on the show, Washington and Carolina are both two of my top most favs. While I like them both as individual characters, what I adore most about them is their strong bond and team dynamic. So much so, that I can’t help the part of me that decided to pair them together. Somehow, I always felt that Wash and Carolina would make a strong couple if the series decided to delve into it.

Which is why I am SO pleased that as of this episode, the series seems to be sort of leaning in that direction.

Pfft! Brother and sister relationship MY ASS!

These guys are ALWAYS in armour so them holding hands is the closest thing to a kiss we might get. I really hope they continue to develop Washington and Carolina’s growing bond this season. I really hope. And what Wash said to Carolina....AAHAA! Yes baby!

But this episode also reopened some old York/Carolina feels man. The fact that she pictured her and York sharing a life together after Project Freelancer just showed how much Carolina was truly was in love with York at some point. Poor baby. I really hope this season starts to develop the possibility of Washington and Carolina.

It would be really ironic if Temple, in an even crazier twist turned out to be York the entire time. Like in some strange twist we found out that this entire time when we all thought York was dead, it turns out he was alive the whole time. That sounds very unlikely but it would be a crazy twist. Or for all I know it could be someone who at some point was very close to York and blames the whole Freelancer project for what it did to him especially Agent Carolina since...y’know she was one of the top agents and her dear ole dad was also the Director sooo...maybe.

I don’t think that Temple is a character we’ve met already. Some folks were speculating that he might be Felix coming back for revenge. But Felix died at the end of the Chronos Trilogy in Season 13. One way to confirm that is by looking at Locust who is now the new wielder of the second Key Saber because he killed its previous wielder who was Felix. So it can’t be him.

So to speculate, I think that Temple is a new character ; an old Freelancer agent who we never got to meet or even heard of until now, like Illinois and Alaska. So yeah, Temple is an old Freelancer agent out to get revenge on all the other Freelancers including Washington and Carolina...ESPECIALLY Carolina since he seems to know her the most.

At first I figured he might be another Sharkface type of villain but...I think he’s an old Freelancer killing other Freelancers and disposing of anyone who gets in his way. While I’m not sure if the other Blues and Reds are in one what Temple or doing....a part me thinks that they aren’t though. I think Temple might just be using the Blues and Reds but I don’t know...again another hunch.

I guess we’ll know next episode. But by far, Episode 10: Battlescars in my fav of this new season.

With all the commotion this episode, it makes me wonder if they might be setting up for Carolina leaving the team. Her speech about starting over and...a life AFTER Freelancer. While it could mean her and Wash continuing as part of the R&B team, it could also mean a departure like Griff’s.

Like what if... at the end of this season, after all that happened, Carolina decides to retire from fighting at all and start a new life taking over Illonois’s island where she buries all the bodies of her past Freelancer friends to give them a proper resting place. It would also be cute if Washington comes with her and two start a new life together.

While I’d be very sad to see both Washington and Carolina go (they’re my favs after all), I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind a send off like this for them. Plus they can always come out of retirement to help the Reds and Blues again if they need them.

Listen to me, I’m getting ahead of myself here. I guess we’ll see what happens in the episodes to come.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)

#red vs blue #rvb15 spoilers #rvb washington #rvb carolina #washington and carolina #rvb musings #squiggle talks #rvb carwash

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theleatherbarebear · 8 years ago

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Happy New Year… 2017 is already off to a good start…

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All the fun fall shows are shows are coming back from winter break much as the real world (all of us) with work and/or school. New vintages of wine are being grown, pressed, and sealed… and of course we’re dubbing in a new president of the United States… oh is that a bad or good thing…

Social media has definitely been a storm of “please like me…”

And while I hate getting political… especially since it’s never-ending…. I will say I didn’t vote for the rare pokemon known as TrumpTwo. I hope he can do… really anything positive for this country and help promote a better and more peaceful world. We’re stuck with him and the source of all darkness… *cough* I mean Mike Pence (Darkrai) for the next 4 years and that’s that. One thing comforting is knowing that a nice glass of wine will relax me during next week or a walk around the neighborhood with some pokemonGo… but why not get an early start I always say…

Pinot Gris or Grigio

There the exact same grape. Really no matter what you’re sipping… you are very much still drinking pinot (grigio). You’re in luck to because it’s very 2017… Lady Gaga even wrote a song called Grigio Girls… believe the hype!!! (Nah believe what you believe… but here’s my 2cents on this varietal).

In Italy gris is pronounced or rather referred to as grigio… think France + Champagne = actual Champagne… the rules aren’t as strict with this blush colored grape that eventually ends up pale yellow to faint straw-like in color…. though some Oregon gris retains pinkness. The lightness/whitening comes from the process of fermentation (which basically turns grapes into gulps aka alcohol). This is also when wines make or break the vegan friendly mold…

so (see past entries) if you want to know what you’re drinking…. or what goes into it…. or if your restrictions… dietary or otherwise approve can handle it…

I always do my research… it’s the millenial in me… even when I’m having a nice dinner like below #saladfingers (Broad City reference). I like to know what I’m drinking and if I’m unsure my phone becomes my life and I some how go from Washington state wines like this killer Boomtown Pinot Gris to “Who was the first monster to fight the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers” on IMDB (ps it was… Goldar played by the talented

Kerrigan Mahan

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0536748/

…damn you internet movie data base and all your facts).

Like a winemaker branding/promoting to you with fancy packaging or the President elect to be on twitter… or me with this instagram photo above (see link to my gram below)

It’s all about what you like. Something visually, physically or mentally stimulating can do wonders… so why not grab a glass for you favorite show and/or the inaguration (I’m soooo not watching…) and get busy:

Pinot Grigio/Gris picks and/or alternatives under $20:

Boomtown Pinot Gris (Washington State, 90pts) –

hidden gem full of minerality… sunflower on the nose… mellow gris that made for an excellent pairing with my finger salad and creamy vegan based dressing.

Cantina Zaccagnini Pinot Grigio (89pts, Italiano – 100% organic, not certified)

a light bodied classic pinot recognized for the small piece of wood on every bottle bundled in straw… not only does it look presentable… it taste better.

Duck Pond Pinot Gris (Oregon, 91pt) –

mostly barrelled in stainless to enrich fruit flavor, minerality and naturual aromas. Dusty ripe bonquet that is versatile white with a variety of foods like an unoaked Chardonnay.

Gavi – no specific choice her just an alternative to pinot grigio a little tart at times but often crisp and drier than pinot… citrus fruit forward, but not over powering.

Joseph Faiveley Chablis (89pts):

an alternative the pinot grigio, but a close fav as a white burgundy (dry Chardonnay from France) – great with seafood and salad with richer dressing preferably on the creamy side.

Bartenura Pinot Grigio (certified kosher, 87 pts):

light fruit forward dry finish white wine that pairs extremely well with sushi (veggie sushi… yes please), seafood (non for me thanks), and lighter sauced pizzas.

A fan of Pinot Grigio now… how about after some entertainment…. if you’re like me you’ll probably be catching up on Hulu the day of January 20th, 2017 and one I highly recommend for ya’ll to check out along with (Misfits, The Wrong Mans w/ James Corden, Shut Eye and many many more is Please Like Me (that’s the name of the show)

Please Like Me (Pivot, ABC2, Hulu)…

Is a very entertaining tragic comedy drama not as out there as Broad City (Comedy Central), yet pretty enjoyable.

The series centers around Josh (Josh Thomas), a twenty-something emotionally suppressed newly outed by his ex girlfriend/best friend gay man… who deals with death, love, friendship, family and his own dark sense of humor. Season 4 recently popped up on Hulu (Check out Hulu for 2 weeks free, on me! Hottesome aka your Vegan Wine Lush… Plans start at $7.99 after 1st 2 weeks. http://mbsy.co/gzlWZ ) and I can’t stop watching… for fans of the show Season 1 was beautifully well done and Season 4 recaptures that essence that some fans may have felt the show lost… the first and 4th season only run for 6 episodes each, but that’s 6 hours of television that’s more than worth it…. Season 2 had some great moments, but definitely felt clunky towards the end… Season 3 introduced some core characters that influenced Joshua in a positive light despite his off beat sense of humor that most of his circle just feed off, but don’t seem to actually be just as twisted.

Josh does that thing that people often do with their vices… he uses humor no matter how insulting to cover up his emotions… he never quite grows out of it but by the end of season 4 and all the tragedy that seems to explode towards the second half of the series… he’s gained a little more prospective.

2016 was a year… tragic for some… damn right dark at times… but still we stay diligent mirror to our favorite character in these telly shows…

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