#and can just login in quickly for dailies and filling up their hearts and not take very long

[skyllion-uwu]

I forgot I have 61 Webkinz with the potential for three more to be adopted (one I'm saving in case it becomes Pet of the Month, one is an octopus I wanted to trade away but no one likes that pet, and one is a freebie I earned from medals but haven't adopted yet since I think you get more KC from adopting if 10 pets have their Care Heart filled)

[prorevenge]

The Mean Girls club gets destroyed

So a while back I had the joy of stopping around 5 girls who had been openly using and abusing people. Most of them ended up losing partners and almost all their friends one lost their job two went to jail and they all lost their social status.

So context, years ago I worked in a large corporate store, trust me you would know if I told you the name. Now during this time I was in a dark place emotionally for various reasons and was very much a loaner which led to me being a target for this one girl (let’s call her CS for cos-play slut) now I know it sounds terrible me calling her that but really it’s what she was and trust me as this story goes on you’ll see why.

Now she quickly befriends me and gets me to help with video editing and photo shots I say yes as at the time I was trying to get into content creation and figured it’d help and I was a very lonely depressed virgin at the time and any girl showing interest in me made my brain go crazy. Looking back I kick myself for letting her use me that way but I was stupid and didn’t know better. This girl used me for everything from making me edit videos for her and her friends totaling around 3 or 4 videos a day all with different styles and length to getting up early to help with shoots that had to be done at sun up to get “the magic hour”. (I know it’s a real thing but still not the best thing to spend your day doing when your days off are spent making videos)

As well as using my help for her online stuff she used me for a lot of other things rides to her “meetings” with potential photographers (she never picked her them she was just sleeping with them) to buying her movie tickets that’d she would go to claim being alone with me in a theatre made her nervous so I’d have to wait outside for then I’d have to buy her food on a daily basis at work then if we ever did anything outside of it.

Now I know this sounds like I was the worlds biggest cuck and yeah I was. I had no self confidence as previously stated was a virgin with very little ability to socialize and never learned to choose how and when to give my help. So I was an easy target for all this, my parents tried to warn me against it but i didn’t listen and even at one point told her I liked her only for her to laugh in my face.

This went on for months in that time I quit content creation but was still editing her videos and was always doing something for her. One day while she was having me buy her supplies for another cosplay we ran into another girl whom we will call RB (random bitch) she was nice enough very energetic at first and I felt like we could get along so we exchanged info and became friends on fb. Afterwards CS told me how she was in a relationship and not to try and hit on her not even talk to her because I gave off a “creeper” vibe.

I only mention that interaction before this next one because it is chronological and because it was the first time I can ever trace back to the two of them working together against me. So after that CS starts going after another guy not gonna give him a special name but let’s just say he was terrible I mean really bad. Him and CS meet up once bang them he tells her all these lies about emotional damage and how they have to keep things a secret but still wants to be together. She believes him but he ghosts her she gets worried and has me look into from my end with an old friend. Now here two things happen that to this day I’m happy happened because it let me later on get my revenge the first was I created a second fb account pretending to be a girl the next was CS gave me full access to her fb.

Now like I said this dude was bad news he was cheating on her didn’t even need to catfish him just sent him a friend request and got dp back. Then I learned from some friends he did this serially and then ran across a girl who after I asked her about him responded “that’s the man that raped me don’t contact me again.”

I gathered all this evidence and brought it to CS and she flat out refused to believe it was real claiming I had faked it and was just jealous of him and that she and I were never going to be friends again. I said ok and we stopped being friends.

Now then that was my interaction with CS, after we broke off our friendship I started messaging RB and we became friends little did I know the real story behind them. I’ll be quicker with this than with RB but to put it lightly she was worse she would constantly have me just give her money and buy her things like expensive things. I never felt like I could say no because if I did she would give a sob story about her sad childhood and me being a bleeding heart would cave.

This went on for two years during which time I got a lot better more self confident and a better all around person but i always would go back to my sad self when she would belittle me. Finally I had had enough I told her to stop messaging me and we weren’t friends anymore. She took it hard dragging my name thru the mud at the end of it I had one friend left.

Skip ahead two months and I’m feeling way better I’m smiling more often no longer wanna take my own life and am feeling great. But I was still upset about everything that had happened but couldn’t do anything that was until I got bored one day and was looking thru my phone and saw something interesting. CS’s account was still logged into my phone a second profile. On a lark I tried opening it it let me she hadn’t changed her password and had given it permission to just sign in.

I thought I was just gonna have a weird voyeuristic look into her life but what I found was even worse a fb group that was literally called “Mean Girls Club” in it I found 5 girls including RB and CS all talking about what they were getting guys to buy them and do for them. It was horrid to look at I scrolled up and up and up all the way to the first message and it went back years. I don’t know how but these 5 had been doing it for so long it was crazy.

It was then I started to form a plan. The first thing I did was screen shot everything and when I mean everything I mean I had thousands of pictures from this including but not limited to pictures of stuff they had bought or had bought for them. Nudes of their partners or of people they were interested in and then the biggest one a shared drop box folder filled with pictures and videos of them doing a lot of nasty stuff I mean really bad. Apparently this whole thing was set up so that none of them could stop nor back down at anytime due to the blackmail Dropbox and the fact the rest of the group would back the others.

I know this is crazy to understand but let me put it this way from what I gathered to OG group was a total of 8 girls and 1 guy the numbers that left all were told they would be ruined and boy was it bad. I read about them making some of the people leaving lose their jobs and families falsely accusing the one guy of rape of which if what they said was true he was forced to move to another state because of the rumors.

On top of that they ruined a local store making them go out of business and then getting another guy thrown in jail after they accused him of attacking one of them. I can list plenty of what they did that was bad but mostly all of it was them bragging about guys they were using for stuff and money and what they could get them to buy them. I of course was on there as was everything I ever bought them totaling around 5500 over two years. The two of them CS and RB were so proud of what they did.

I was astonished by what had happened and was honestly very hurt by it all I knew they were bitches but nothing of this level. So I did what anybody would do I turned them against each other. The first thing I did was use my fake profile to enter into the group chat under the guise of a friend of CS’s. Took some time and creative use of the two profiles but I did it then moved onto insight some war by messaging each of them about the others of the course of a month I had them all suspicious of each other with some he said she said then I struck with one reveal.

I sent RB’s bf a message from CS’S profile in sighting them to openly flirt then took a step back and told RB about it. All the while with my fake profile I told CS that RB wanted to burn her by sending out her blackmail then I messaged the rest relaying info on the upcoming conflict telling them to prepare to burn another person if someone else struck (think start of world war 1 but with 20 something girls). 3 hours was all it took from went that past message went out to the first “bomb” fell. It was glorious each one destroying the other telling significant others about lies cheating and theft. Jobs being called about misuse of company property and inappropriate behavior in the work place. Full on sex tapes were posted to tons of porn sites.

It was three months later that the dust cleared everyone but CS had deleted their social media accounts. It was then that CS started in on my fake account demanding for some form a of repayment stating she had never added me to the the group and that no one had had any dirt on me so I was unscathed. I responded with “Well let’s just say I’m a bitch, the names Karma.”

I deleted the profile and lost the login info for CS. I keep the Dropbox stuff though and screenshots since I’m sure if they ever put two and two together they could guess who I was. But now a full year later nothing.

I’ve not been able to know more then the basic repercussions of this sense I didn’t know the other three personally but RB ended up homeless for a few months before going to jail sense some of the blackmail was a video of her doing drugs while skipping a court date about drug use (she openly stated in the video the date and that the courts could suck it and told them later she was helping a friend go thru some hard time to get an extension) jail due to her breaking parole and lying to a judge. CS lost her day job and all but around 30 of over 5k followers as well as her bf who she was cheating on then he back up bf since she was cheating on him with another guy who was just in it for the sex. Last I heard she moved back in with her parents and can’t keep a job due to her running into people who know what happened.

TL:DR Got emotionally and financially used by two girls and then made their mean girl chat destroy each other’s lives.

PS if rslash is reading this hope you know you inspired me to share this because your vids are amazing.

(source) story by (/u/notmine1337)

[lovely-otome]

A World With(out) You - Kotaro Kamiyama Walkthrough

A World With(out) You is an Otome game made by Voltage inc. housed on their Love 365 app. Rather than using coins to read the story, A World With(out) You is a Love Choice story. This means that instead of using coins, you use hearts to make certain choices and to get cgs. Hearts are earned by either A) reading Season 1 main stories of any character on the Love 365 app, B) getting hearts via the daily login bonus, or C) buying hearts using coins.

While Love Choice stories are technically “free”, to get any meaningful progression in the story, you need to use hearts. At a minimum, to get the Super Happy Ending in A World With(out) You, you need to have 12 affection points. This walkthrough will not only identify all the choices that will require you to use hearts through out the game, it will also show how many hearts each choice costs as well as how much affection they earn you.

Posible Choices:

Ch 1

Hearts: 5 - Affection: none

Ch 3

Hearts: 7 - Affection: +1

Ch 5

You do get a CG in this chapter, but the CG is free and NOT connected to any Love Choices.

Hearts: 8 - Affection: +1 or Hearts: 5 - Affection: +1

Ch 8

Hearts: 6 - Affection: +1

Ch 11

Hearts: 18 - Affection: +3 & cg

Ch 13

Hearts: 4 - Affection: +1

Ch 14

Hearts: 3 - Affection: +1

Ch 15

Hearts: 12 - Affection: +2 or

Hearts: 7 - Affection: +1

Ch 16

Hearts: 15 - Affection: +2 (you may be prompted a second time to choose this if you hit the free choice)

Ch 18

Hearts: 15 - Affection: +3

Ch 20

Hearts: 15 - Affection: +3

Ch 22

Hearts: 20 - Affection: +3 & cg  (you may be prompted a second time to choose this if you hit the free choice)

Ch 24

Hearts: 10 - Affection: +2

Ch 25

Hearts: 20 - Affection: +3

Ch 26

Need total of 12 affection for SHE

If you do not meet the affection criteria for the SHE you can fill the Love Meter for 40 hearts.

If you achieve Kotaro’s SHE before April 21st you can actually earn Kotaro’s Collector’s Edition! Please note that unlike previous Collector’s Edition campaigns (i.e. Masquerade Kiss campaigns) there does not seem to be a CG purchase requirement.

Listed is the best/most affordable way to reach that goal.

“Affordable” CG’s + storyline Walkthrough

Ch 5

You do get a CG in this chapter, but the CG is free and NOT connected to any Love Choices.

Hearts: 5 - Affection: +1

Ch 8

Hearts: 6 - Affection: +1

Ch 11

Hearts: 18 - Affection: +3 & cg

Ch 13

Hearts: 4 - Affection: +1

Ch 14

Hearts: 3 - Affection: +1

Ch 22

Hearts: 20 - Affection: +3 & cg  (you may be prompted a second time to choose this if you hit the free choice)

Ch 24

Hearts: 10 - Affection: +2

Hearts: 66

Affection: 12

Please note that while I consider this the best/ most affordable to reach the SHE/get all the cgs, this is not the only way to do so. Technically, you could just pay 40 hearts to unlock the SHE without choosing any of the affection choices but be warned that if you want to see the rest of the cgs/choices, you will still have to pay for them later.

Why get the Collector’s Edition

As for why you would want to get the Collector’s Edition, the Collector’s Edition allows you to read the story whenever you want without having to wait for the next chapter to be available. Please note that the only answers that unlock in the Collector’s Edition are the answers that you unlock in your initial gameplay. After you earn the Collector’s Edition, you will be able to read your unlocked answers whenever you like but the answers you didn’t unlock you will still need to purchase.

If by chance you do earn the Collector’s Edition and would like to read the rest of the locked scenarios, you are able to buy them inside the Collector’s Edition. Please note however that they must be bought within the Collector’s Edition. If you purchase a scenario in the normal Love Choice version of the route after you have recieved the Collector’s Edition, the answer will be unlocked only in the normal Love Choice route and not in the Collector’s Edition.

Final Thoughts

Personally, I will NOT be putting my money towards A World With(out) You.

I was actually looking forward to A World With(out) You. However, once I realised it would be a Love Choice game, I quickly lost interest. Currently, voltage has two Love Choice titles: Masquerade Kiss and A World With(out) You. While Love Choice is marketed as free, to get any meaningful gameplay out of it, you will need to spend some money. This can quickly add up, as ten hearts cost a dollar, and many of the choices in Love Choice games exceed ten hearts. Some of the CGs by themselves cost close to the same amount of money you would spend on a main route of a non-Love Choice game. And since I just spent my money on Kei Soeijima’s route, I can’t afford to put money towards this title. Additionaly, the art doesn’t nearly interest me as much as Masquerade Kiss. If you are interested in Voltage’s Love Choice titles, I would be discerning regarding what routes you choose to spend money on.

If you are wondering how I’m able to make these walkthroughs without reading the story, I utilize the skip function on the app to get to the next chapter/decisions.

Hopefully this post/walkthrough will help players get the most they want out of the game without having to spend a ton of money on it! If you guys have any questions, find a mistake in my walkthrough, or can calculate an even better cost-effective way to play this game please let me know!

Also, this took a looooong time to type/create so please do not claim my walkthrough as your own.

Thank you for reading!

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder

Chapter One

Summary: (Post Ragnarok, No Thanos) Asgard is gone, and the Asgardians are living as refugees on the uninhabited portion of land Odin had shown Thor and Loki before his death. Shorn of his hair and missing an eye, Thor finds solace with his friends at the Tower in New York where he meets her. A woman of quiet poise, beauty, and grace.

Fallon. Receptionist for the Tower, she worked hard, drank too much coffee, and seemed to run everywhere. A friend of Pepper’s, Thor longed to get closer, but for every step he took toward her, she took two in reverse. The fear in her eyes broke his heart.

What horrible thing happened in her past to have her looking at him with such eyes? Where was she always rushing off too? And when he learns of her past, can the disillusioned King teach Fallon to trust again, or will his own insecurities after the loss of his home keep him from being there for her when her world comes crashing down.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC  |  Word Count: 3538 Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, hard themes, small angst

He was smitten. That was the only excuse for his long, rather sullen sigh. Truly, completely, down to the bones, smitten. Thor was certain he'd never seen such pretty hair. A deep, glossy brown shot through with golds and blondes. It gleamed like faceted topaz, but he couldn't understand why she wore it up in the ugly knot at the back of her head all the time.

Her name was Fallon Smith, receptionist for Stark Tower, and lovely dragoness at the gate when it came to people enquiring after the Avengers.

Every morning he stood on the second-floor landing, watched her rush in, put her purse under the desk, smooth out her rather plain jacket and skirt, and make ready to face the day. She'd smile for Geoff and Mark, the security officers on duty, and get to work.

Thor couldn't help but notice she was a voluptuous woman, wider of hip and fuller of breast than most Midgardian women found acceptable. If her food choices were anything to go by, he suspected she felt the same. Always picking at a salad while peering covetously at the sweets in the display case of the coffee shop within the lobby of the Tower.

Coffee was another thing he noticed she drank with startling frequency. He was surprised she didn't drown in the quantities she downed or slosh when she walked.

At the end of the day, she would gather her things and run out again. Always in a hurry.

He wondered where she went in such a rush. There was no ring on her finger, and frankly, after a weekend, she often looked more exhausted than she had before it. Thor would have asked, but he was uncertain when it came to approaching women of Earth, something which surprised him.

With Jane, the introduction had been easy as she'd hit him with her car. Twice. But how did one go about announcing their interest and ascertaining if it was reciprocated with a woman who seemed never to take a spare breath let alone an extra minute?

On Asgard, it had been as easy as sending a smile in the direction of the lady who'd caught his fancy, but Asgard was no more, as his hammer was no more.

And now, on Earth, the fair Fallon never even looked his way. It was frustrating and a blow to his ego.

“Why don't you just go talk to her?” Bruce asked as he came to lean against the second-floor railing at Thor’s side.

“I do not know how to start,” Thor admitted.

“How about with, “Hi, I'm Thor. Nice to meet you,” and go from there.”

“Would that work on this world?”

Bruce eyed him with exasperation. “Did you never talk to the women of Asgard?”

“When I wanted a woman, I simply smiled, and she fell at my feet,” he professed, shrugging as it wasn't a big deal.

“Yeah… you're gonna want a different game plan here, buddy.” Bruce shook his head and patted Thor’s shoulder.

“Hm. I will think on it.” Turning away from his daily dose of Fallon, Thor headed off to train with Steve.

***

Fallon breathed a sigh of relief when the big blond walked away. She had no idea what she'd done to gain Thor’s attention, but she wished he'd stop staring at her.

Years ago when he'd first appeared in all that armour with all that hair, she'd had a moment of heartstopping hello before Jay had come in and-

She slammed the door on thoughts of her ex. That was not a road of memories she wished to travel down. Not today. Not ever. She was safe. She was hidden. There was no way he was ever coming back into her life.

When the phone before her rang, she pasted on a smile and went to work, but thoughts of Thor would not leave her be. The King of Asgard filled her mind with too much regularity. She had to admit she liked the shorter hair he now wore and found the golden eye patch to be, well, rakish. Like a pirate in one of her guiltily read romance novels, the ones she kept in her purse to enjoy while on lunch.

They had outlandish covers and words like heaving bosoms which made her giggle, and the women in them were not the rail-thin ones of today. They were broad of hip and soft of breast, voluptuous and thick, more in keeping with her own body’s shape. Reading them didn't give her a complex like some of the modern magazines did. They were so damn cheesy, but she loved them, and there wasn't much time for the things she loved in her life anymore.

Except for them. Her babies.

Fallon glanced at her phone and quickly pressed the home button to light up the front. There on the screen appeared Dylan all of four with his baby brother nestled in his arms and his sister in the carrier beside him. Having a four-year-old and eighteen-month-old twins didn't allow Fallon much time for anything but them.

Weekdays they went to a secure daycare, one which required logins and passwords and had strict rules about who picked up her children, and weekends were spent being a single mom. Running errands with three babies, laundry, cooking, and playtime to make up for leaving them all day during the week. She didn't have the time or the energy for giant Asgardians with hair like sunshine and a smile just as bright.

Her job paid exceptionally well, thank heaven, for everything was expensive in New York. Raising three kids in the big city afforded her the anonymity she needed, but it came with an enormous price tag.

The phone on the desk rang, distracting her from her musings. “Yes, Miss Potts?”

“Fallon, it's just me. You can use my name.”

“I know, Pep. It feels weird when you're my boss.”

“Tony is your boss. I just work here.”

“You're so full of crap,” Fallon muttered.

Pepper giggled. “I need you to come up. Is Kenneth there yet?”

She looked up in time to watch the man rush in the door. “Of course.” Fallon gave him the stink eye as he mouthed I'm sorry and hurried over.

“Mm, I'm sure,” Pepper grumbled. “Rushing in the door is he?”

“Been here at least ten minutes.” She mouthed back, you so owe me, and Kenneth nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

“Well, as he is there, grab the box waiting at the coffee shop and head on up.”

“Be right there,” she murmured and hung up to glare at her co-worker. “What was it this time?”

Kenneth didn’t even bother to look contrite, only smiled as he unwrapped his emerald green scarf from around his neck and ran a hand through his short crop of slicked back hair. It was always immaculate, a rich buttery caramel she'd kill for, and he had such beautiful skin. It was as if the dermatology Gods had blessed him. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement and his lips spread to reveal his perfect chicklet teeth. At five foot ten, fit, fun, and fabulous described Kenneth to a T. He was wonderfully comfortable in his flesh, unapologetically gay, and someone she counted a friend when she didn't have many.

“Not what, beautiful! Who,” he purred as he folded his jacket and slipped it and his bag in a drawer. “Girl, let me tell you. I met a fine piece of beef last night I just couldn’t say no too. We ended up back at his place, and one thing led to another...” He grinned wickedly while waggling his eyebrows.

“Let me guess. You had to rush home and change, cause lord knows you couldn’t possibly wear the same outfit to work twice in a row?” she teased.

Kenneth shot her a pair of finger guns. “Honey, some of us take pride in our appearance.” His eyes widened in horror before he slapped his hand over his mouth. “Oh, damn, Fallon! I didn’t mean to imply…”

She didn’t let the hurt show. “Hey, it’s fine. I know you didn’t.” With a wave, she walked away, heading toward the coffee shop, feeling fat and frumpy and horrible about herself all over again.

Her serviceable black shoes with their thick heel clunked along against the marble. It felt like every eye turned her way, drawing attention to her when that was the last thing Fallon wanted. Her plain, ill-fitting suit - too tight in the hips and wrinkled - was one of two she owned. The other one, the one which fit her slightly better, was the one she preferred, but Emma had successfully spit up all over her five minutes before they were supposed to leave for daycare, leaving Fallon with no other option but to wear the one she hated.

“Fallon.” Cindy, the barista smiled. “Here. Miss Potts called down for these.” She handed over a pink pastry box.

“Thanks. Chocolate Danish?”

“And bear claws!” she said, her perky attitude grating on Fallon’s already foul mood.

“Fabulous,” Fallon muttered, pasting on a smile as she walked away and headed for the elevator.

She reached out and pushed the button, stepped inside when the doors opened and leaned against the wall after pushing the button for the upper floors. The box smelled incredible. It made her mouth water even as she called herself twelve kinds of names, all of which had some connotation as fat to them.

Getting off on the thirty-seventh floor, she headed for Pepper’s office, smiled at Nancy her heavily pregnant assistant, and walked through the open door. “What did you need, Pep… per...” Fallon's voice trailed off as she stared wide-eyed at the three men in the room.

“Fallon! Great, just the woman I needed.” Pepper turned and smiled, her sleek hair tied back in a low tail which swung against her spine over a beautifully fitted pale green dress.

She looked incredible and sleek and made Fallon feel like a frumpy old granny. But it was the three men who made her want to hide in a corner.

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Thor.

Immediately her pulse spiked and spots coloured her vision. Her hands went clammy, and she broke out in a cold sweat. Darting her eyes toward Pepper, she had to force herself not to crush the box of pastries.

Pepper’s eyes widened in understanding, and she swiftly crossed the room to link her arm through Fallon’s. “If you gentlemen will excuse us, Fallon and I have many things to discuss.”

Steve smiled and nodded, but his eyes betrayed his concern. He knew something. Fallon wasn't sure what or how much, but he suspected. Bucky was even worse. He watched her with those cold blue-eyed. Piercing. They appeared to see to the deepest darkest corners of her soul and had her shrinking toward Pepper. But it was Thor who made her heart pound when he stepped closer.

“Lady Fallon.” He reached toward her but she jerked back, and Pepper stepped smoothly between them.

“Thor, have a pastry.” She took the pink box from Fallon’s trembling fingers and thrust it at the blond with force.

It caused him to frown. Then something like sorrow crossed Thor’s features when he carefully lifted the lid on the box, selected a sweet, and walked out without another word. The other two men both nodded goodbye and left with Steve shutting the door behind him.

Fallon sat down hard on the coffee table behind her and shook all over. “Just give me a second,” she whispered to Pepper as she hugged herself and rocked back and forth.

“Fallon, I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking,” Pepper apologized, sinking down to hug her.

“Not your fault. Not your fault at all,” Fallon muttered, fighting the tears and rising panic attack.

It wasn't Pepper’s fault Fallon had fallen for the lies of a handsome man. It wasn't her fault he’d been a monster in disguise. And it was hardly Pepper’s fault it had taken Fallon nine long years to get away from the man who’d used and abused her to the point she'd nearly died.

No, Pepper was the one Fallon had turned to, for help to escape her prison. The only person Jay never knew about being in her life. The only person Fallon knew she could reach out to who would believe her when no one else could see past Jay’s mask and the web of lies.

Pepper had helped her escape, run with her children, document the abuse, and file for divorce. The big surprise had come when the investigators discovered Fallon and Jay had never legally married. It had all been a lie, right from the word go. Even her wedding had been a sham.

Jay had been livid, spewing threats and ultimatums at the lawyers they'd used to keep him from finding her. But between Pepper, and then Tony who Fallon was slowly growing more comfortable with, they'd managed to see Fallon granted full custody of her children, and a restraining order slapped on Jay.

As far as Fallon knew, Jay still lived in California and had no idea where she'd gone. But now she lived with an underlying fear of big men. She knew intimately just how hard they could hit, and just how badly they could hurt her.

Walking into Pepper's office to find three of the biggest Fallon had ever met scared the damn pants off her.

“I know I've told you this before, but you need to start believing it. No one here, especially one of those three, would ever lay a hand on you,” Pepper stated, running soothing circles over Fallon’s back.

“Knowing it and knowing it, are two totally different experiences, Pep,” Fallon sighed.

“Eat a Danish. Sugar makes everything better,” Pepper urged.

“And adds more fat to my ass. Thanks, but I'll pass. What did you need, Pepper?”

“An assistant.”

“You have an assistant,” Fallon frowned.

“Who’s ready to pop at any moment!” Pepper huffed. “I've insisted Nancy take a year off minimum so the position will be open at least that long. It comes with a pay bump, a big one, as well as a clothing allowance to refit your wardrobe. You’d have access to company vehicles, the good gym, and whatever perks I can think of later. You would have to be slightly more available.”

Fallon made to decline, but Pepper held up her hand.

“I'm not talking twenty-four seven. Just an evening now and then to attend a fundraiser or party. Which, of course, you'll be compensated for as well as have whatever you need for childcare.”

“Pepper! That's outrageous! You can't offer someone who has zero experience those kinds of perks!”

She huffed and waved a hand. “Of course I can! And don't give me that bull about no experience. I know damn well you could run this company better than I do. We went to school together, remember? I know exactly what your degrees are.”

“Pepper, come on!” Fallon sighed. “I'm not… I can't… I'm not right for this.”

“Yes, you are. I refuse to let you hide away the rest of your life because of him! There are plenty of good guys out there. It's time to stop hiding.”

“I'm not hiding! I'm surviving!” Fallon barked.

“Surviving isn't living, Fallon. Wouldn't it be nice to start living again?”

“I have three kids, Pepper. Right now, surviving is all I can hope for,” Fallon sighed. “They are what matters. Not me. Not my happiness.”

Pepper sighed and patted her knee. “Take the job. I promise it will be worth it. In the long run, it will help get you ahead so you can spend more time with your kids. Or put them in the building daycare. You know it's free for employees.”

“You've done more than enough, Pepper. I need to do some of this on my own.” And she needed to keep her work and home life separate.

“Please take the job,” Pepper said. “I need you, Fallon.”

She narrowed her eyes at the redhead when Pepper looked at her pleadingly. “That's dirty pool, and you know it, Pepper.”

“Did it work?”

“Yes, dammit. I'll take the job.”

“Excellent!” Pepper laughed and hugged her again. “Now, we're going shopping to spend that clothing allowance. I love you, Fallon, but your suits are hideous.”

“Yeah, well, not all of us are rail thin and six feet tall, Pep,” she grumbled. “And three children haven't exactly been kind to my body.” Nor had Jay been kind to her body, but Fallon didn't want to think about that.

“And if you buy clothes that fit your body, you'll feel better about it,” Pepper said sternly and dragged her to her feet. “I'm giving Nancy the rest of the day off. Tomorrow, you start up here with her, going over my schedule and getting familiar with things, but today, we can all use a day off.”

Pepper dragged Fallon toward the door. “And Kenneth better be on time because he’ll be training the new girl tomorrow.”

Fallon sighed a little behind Pepper's back. What she wouldn't give to have that type of spunk and confidence.

***

Thor pouted as he munched his Danish, only half listening to Barnes and the Captain as they walked away from Lady Pepper’s office.

“Must have been bad,” Steve murmured, “to make her that skittish.”

“You think Stark would know? Seeing as how she's friends with Pepper?”

“Probably. But whether Tony would be willing to tell us anything? I don’t know,” Steve sighed.

“Don't need to know everything,” Bucky grumbled. “Just enough to make sure the asshole won't be coming after Fallon.”

“Lady Fallon dislikes me,” Thor murmured. “And I don't know why. Did I do something wrong?”

Steve and Bucky stopped so fast Thor nearly walked into them both.

“No, Thor. You didn't do anything, but someone has.”

He frowned at Steve. “I do not understand.”

“Fallon doesn't dislike you, big guy,” Bucky sighed. “She’s afraid of us.”

Thor gasped. “But… we've barely exchanged a handful of words! I have done nothing for which she should be afraid!”

“No, Thor. Not you, us. She's scared of all of us. Either men in general, or just big guys,” Steve explained.

“Someone abused her,” Bucky said bluntly. “And bad enough to make her want to rabbit every time one of us enters the room.”

“She… someone hurt her?” He crushed the pastry in his hand. “I will speak with her. He must not go unpunished. She will tell me his name, and then she will never have to worry about him again!” Thor turned on his heel to head back toward Pepper's office when Steve grabbed one arm and Bucky grabbed the other.

“No!” they shouted.

“Think, Thor! If you go barging in there with threats and raised fists, you'll only scare her and be no better than the man she left!” Steve said.

“You like her, don’t you?” Bucky asked, a smile spreading.

Thor saw no harm in admitting it. “Yes. I find her intriguing and wish to know her better.”

“Then you can't rush her. She started here about a six months ago. That's not much time if she was abused and just managed to escape him. You're going to have to go slow. Earn her trust before you can win her heart.”

“I asked Banner about such things. I am.. uncertain in the ways of human interaction.  How do I express interest without…”

“Coming on too strong?” Bucky smirked and patted Thor’s shoulder. “I think we’d best skip the gym and go get a beer. If we're talking women, this could take a while.” Then he grinned at Steve. “Besides, the punk there could use some pointers too.”

“Kiss off, Buck,” Steve grumbled, red darkening his cheeks.

Thor clapped the Captain on the shoulder. "Thank you, my friends. I appreciate your assistance." The last thing he wanted to do was upset the fair Fallon or ever make her uncomfortable.

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[sonyasongwriter]

ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 9:44 AM THIS TROUBLED

NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING THIS WAS THE REVELATION ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 9:44 AM THIS TROUBLED ME NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING THIS WAS THE REVELATION THAT BURDENED ME! The Captcha Code image I received when logging into my Sprint Wireless account. Sprint administrations informed me that GOOGLE  does their CAPTCHA CODES.  This is the actual image untouched in any way

 NUCLEAR WAR IS COMING TO AMERICA, THIS IS WHAT WAS REVEALED TO ME AFTER  20 DAYS OF SEEKING AN ANSWER FOR THIS STRANGE CAPTCHA! I HAVE THE ABILITY TO PRAY, RECEIVE ANSWERS AND SEE THE MYSTERIES OF GOD IN THINGS THAT OTHERS MAY NOT SEE IT IS A WARNING, YES TECHNOLOGY GOOGLE DOING TO ALL OF THOSE

Who would send this, Who else has received this, but the Revelation behind it is even more profound. I have something really strange to share with you all today, I have thought about it to myself for three weeks and prayed to God for the revelation of what occurred to me on February 27, 2017, at approximately 9:44 am. On this particular date, I was sitting at my desk at my workstation where I write songs, work on Twitter, Facebook, Emails and whatever I need to do online. I was listening to one of my songs called Everlasting Love so that I could write out scenes to a music video for this particular song. (I guess you could say I was multitasking; I’m quite good at it.) So I went over to the SPRINT WIRLES website website to login and pay my cellular phone bill which was due in 3-4 days. Then Sprint/GOOGLE sent me a captcha code which is normal for them to do for security reasons. If you have Sprint cellular services or any type of service where you log in to do any form of online business banking or things of that nature, then you know the captcha codes are normal.

Holy Christ, what in the world was I looking at! God, Heaven knows the captcha that I received was anything but normal.

In front of my eyes, on my Mac desktop was a captcha code asking me to check the boxes for street signs on it. I work really fast and move quickly around the internet – you can see my mouse the blue check mark in the image. At the moment I saw this strange captcha code, I blinked my eyes and took a double take. Father God, what was this image that I had gotten from sprint.com It was a picture of Jesus Christ hanging on the cross! I gasped and did another double take rubbing my eyes, and it was still there. I don’t know if I expected it to disappear, go away or something, but thank God, I had enough thinking ability to snap several photos of it on my iPhone6 plus. In one of the pictures, I made sure that I captured my last name that is attached to my sprint account.

Now I will have to take a pic of the original picture from iPhone6

So that it will show you the original date and time. I have to be precise like this to let you know that this is authentic. If anyone out there has gotten something like this, please come forward and share your story so I will know that this is not rare and there are others that have experienced this!

I looked around my room, and immediately I loudly said in exclamatory fashion “Who is watching me?” Then I said “God, what is going on here?” I got no answer at that time. I got up and grabbed my keys and drove 5 miles up the road to the local Sprint store. When I got there, I asked them, “Hey, do you guys make and send out your own captcha codes?” They said “We think we do.” Then I requested to speak to the manager. He walked over, and I showed him the image on my phone. I asked him “Why would Sprint sent me such a captcha like this?” I’m a Christian and don’t know what to think of this. “What is going on here at Sprint?” I asked him. He replied to me “I don’t know what to tell you. I have never seen anything like this before either in my whole life.” Then he told me that I needed to contact the CEO of Sprint company.They asked me to verify my account, and I said “Okay.” They usually ask me for my ID, and that is good enough. This day, however, they stated that they had a new technology, and so I needed to thumbprint. Not only that, but they also scanned my driver license. Feeling disappointed, I asked them “When did you, start doing all this type of things?” They said, “Oh, we just started this, for security purposes.” I took a deep sigh, shook my head, and said “You know what? I’m just going to go. Thanks for your help, I will call the CEO of Sprint company.” I WROTE AN EMAIL AND THEY RESPONDED ON APRIL18, 2017 BY EMAIL AND THEN THE COMPANY PHONED ME ON APRIL 19,2017

I came back home very troubled by this image. I said “God, I need a revelation on this matter. Is this some type of sign or is someone just messing with me?” I thought if someone was just messing with me, I have been very violated by it. You would have to be a born again holy-Ghost-filled Christian to understand what I mean by being violated spiritually. I began to pray daily about the image, and I fasted, talking to myself and asking God for revelation. One-week-time passed, I was still in prayer, still keeping this to myself. After two weeks, answers began to come. God led me to my web browser to type in “Zone 30.” That was the number and words circled on the street sign.

I heard the Holy Spirit say to me, “Scroll down the page, remember what you saw. Copy and paste it.” I had gotten nowhere in this search and with this strange captcha image that was troubling my spirit so very much, or so I was feeling. I went to the second page of the search and heard the Holy Spirit say, “Look at that again.” I listened as the voice said “Scroll down.” So I did, and I stopped on the 5th result of the first search 2nd page  opened it more I looked I was so not wanting to have that Captcha Code relate to any of this, but it does very much so. And what gave me final confirmation is the image below with bares an eerie resemblance  point blank.  

Pictures: Chernobyl’s eerie exclusion zone 30 years on

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/04/23/wildlife-returns-to-radioactive-wasteland-of-chernobyl/

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-35824880

DIRECTLY ABOVE SLAUGHTERED LITTLE ONES THE SYRAN   NUCLER CHEMICAL WEAPONS ATTAK. LET US HERE IN AMERICA REALIZE THAT WE TO ARE NOT EXEMPT FROM NUCLEAR ATTACKS OF CHEMICAL WEAPONS 

https://youtu.be/btWBrVVJZck I WILL EXPLAIN THE REVELATION THAT I PERCEIVED FROM THE CAPTCHA IMAGE WHERE IT CAME FROM , THERE WAS SOME SORT OF KNOWLEDGE OF OF THESE ATTACKS . REMEMBER I RECEIVED THE CAPTCHA IMAGE ON FEBRUARY 27,2017 OVER 3 WEEKS AGO. I ONLY NOW PUT IT UP BECAUSE I WRESTLED WITH LOGIC AND MY THOUGHT OF WHAT IN WORLD WAS THIS THAT I HAD IN MY POSSESSION.

THE NUMBER 30 CIRCLED IN THE RED REPRESENTS AROUND THE 30TH OR SO YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF Chernobyl’s Vladimir Ilyich  Lenin Nuclear Power Station in the former Soviet Union.

THE WHITE SIGN ON THE CROSS READS TETELESTAI- WHICH MEANS IT IS FINISHED PAID IN FULL. THE RED CIRCLE AROUND THE NUMBER #30  ZONE  SYMBOLIZES WARNING “ SO WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS SAYING ABOUT THIS IMAGE HERE BELOW.   THIS IS TAHT IMAGE I CAME ACROSS THAT STARTLED ME    SIMILARITIES WHERE STRIKINGLY EERI  TO MUCH ALIKE TO IGNORE TP THAT CAPTCHA CODE THAT I WAS SENT. CHERNOBYL IS NOW KNOW A  EXCLUSION ZONE

THIS IS THE SONG IS THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO THAT MORNING EXACTLY WHEN THE CAPTCHA CODE WAS SENT . THE LYRICS OF THE SONG ARE  (FAST FORWARD )  THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG @  TO 2MINS AND 54 SECONDS     This is a song that I wrote, arranged and did the vocals I named this particular song (Everlasting Love) sitting there I was writing out the scenes for a music video and how I wanted to portray this song to visuals. That is when this That is when I took a break to pay my spring bill because a notice came in on my phone that the bill was coming up in 3 days. So I logged in to pay and that is when this Captcha popped up on the screen, it was Ironic that I was listening to a song about Christ being Crucified. Could it be that artificial intelligence computers are monitoring us so closely that they are sending us things like this Could  it be that this was a nasty insult and mockery to Christ Jesus and his dying, could this be the beast system doing what it was put here to do Did I just experience  the future downfall of this world and what is to come concerning technology, computers and how they terrorize us there will be nothing that we do that they are not monitored  in real time by satellite and computers and phones. Sprint, NASA, Verizon wireless, the Government all working together as only a part of the Beast System. Well, my friends the answer is yes through Signs and Symbols God is speaking and we are asleep in the Church collection money building more churches and more churches. My God only if we knew what was in store for this world, America, we would do things differently and in a hurry.  

The Beast System is here slowly infiltrating its way into the souls of humanity those of us that are ASLEEP I CALL THEM THE WALKING DEAD, FOR THEY CLAIM TO KNOW AND LOVE CHRIST BUT INDEED THIER HEARTS ARE FAR FROM HIM. THEY SEEK MONEY AND WELATH LUXURY AND THINGS HOMES CARS ALL OF THESE THINGS. BUT THEY CARE NOT FOR THIER SOULS NOR DO THEY CARE FOR THE SOULS OF OTHERS AS CHRIST HAS TOLD US TO WIN SOULS FOR THIS IS A WAR A SPIRITUAL WAR. AND SOON THE MANIFESTATION OF WICKEDNESS IN HIGH PLACES OTHER REALMS WILL SHOW, IT’S SELF TO THOSE WHO ARE BLIND AND ASLEEP AND THEY WILL FAINT OF FEAR AND TERROR.

BLESSING BE UPON ALL OF YOU MY FRIENDS LET US BE AWARE OF THE SIGNS AND SYMBOLS THAT ARE ALL AROUND US SO THAT WE MAY ATTEMPT TO PREPARE OR AT LEAST BE READY AT ALL TIMEES. HAVE OUR SOULS IN THE RIGHT STANDING WITH GOD THE FATHER SO THAT WHEN ALL THESE THINGS COME TO PAST THAT WE BE NOT CAUGHT UNAWARE AND THAT WE KNOW THE DAY AND HOUR SHALL NOT BE LONG BEFORE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR CHRIST JESUS SHALL APPEAR IN HE CLOUDS AND EVERY MAN SHALL SEE HIM. AND KNOW THAT GOD IS INDEED THE CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND EARTH WORLDS SEEN AND UNSEEN THE ALPHA AND OMEGA.   MY MESSAGE TO US ALL (BE READY AT ALL TIMES)

 They removed all links to this video so when I shared it it would show a blank page, I’m simply an ordinary person but with the revelation and wisdom 

They are wicked and online they are gang stalking it is called cyber stalking

It is the new way of crime and many of us will be censored and watched

Even put on a list these are big corporations that have 3rd party access to your online profiles . The Analyst at Google did give me a personal call

And Apologize I told them this was demonic and a type of persecution

They agreed did they mean it, No, they did not, but I wanted them to know

That I was not afraid of the mess they had sent to me. Just  a word to the wise when you turn on your computer your camera off and put a piece of tape over the lens, it will give you a little privacy but still you have the 

Television on and through that they are watching from the satellite 

The only thing we can really do in this hour is pray and draw near to GOD

BECAUSE THE WORSE IS YET TO COME.

I’AM PROPHETESS SONYA TOWNSEND AND THIS IS FOR THOSE

WHO WANT TO BE AWAKENED?  I PRAY THAT IT DOES NOT FALL ON DEAF EARS.  TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY EVERY BIT OF OF IT  4 EVER AND 4 EVER.

LYRICS  ( THE HUNG HIM HIGH, THEY STRETCHED, HE BOWED HIS HEAD AND THEN HE DIED FOR YOU AND I HE WAS CRUCIFIED EVERLASTING LOVE, EVERLASTING LOVE YOU CAN SEARCH A LIFETIME NO GREATER LOVE WILL YOU FIND

[a3cg]

Hii! i've never got an SSR from event before and soo wanna get this Kazunari, do you know how many daiya does it take to get the event SSR? THANks A LOT!!

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ It depends on how far you want to go! Also please keep in mind that this is based off of Clockwork Hearts (Tsuzuru) and Knights of Round IV (Itaru). The former I (tried and failed) to tier 5, and the latter I just went for the single SSR. I also want to point out that I am a f2p player who just hoarded up my daiya prior to events (゜▽゜;)

It ended up being a bit longer than expected, so it’s cut under a Keep Reading!

If you want to tier, you have to really bank in your daiya. For the Clockwork Hearts event, I used about 300 daiya (not including gacha pulls) to rank for top 10k or T5. I ended up missing it by about 100 ranks because I fell asleep too early… (  •́︿•̀  ) Based on other people’s recounts from the A3 Discord, T2/T1 people spend up to 800 daiya, some as many as over 1000. The more popular the boy, the more of a bloodbath ranking is, and thus more daiya you have to spend. I got Tsuzuru about 4 days before the event ended.

If you just want the single SSR, you still need to spend some daiya. For Knights of Round IV, I spent around 200 (not including gacha pulls). I find that it’s a good indicator on if you’re going to get the SSR by points or not by tiering for the SR. For Knights of Round IV, I went for top 30k or T7. I ended up getting Itaru on the very last day (・∀・) Talk about clutch…

Here’s some various tips that I picked up from Twitter, Discord, and just playing.

On Ranking:

The first two days and the last two days of the event are the worst. The first two days, ranks change really fast, so you can gain ranks really fast, but also lose them really fast. The last two days, particularly the last day, you often lose ranks faster than you gain because everyone is trying to rush the event.

Don’t be disheartened if you lost your rank really fast! You can gain it back. I find that I often drop 7k ranks overnight, but gain it back within an hour or two of grinding.

Do allow yourself a pocket of rank drop though, in case of emergencies and also sleep. (Sleep is very important!!)

There’s a strange calm the half-hour right before the event ends… Maybe it’s just the acceptance of dea—

Use SP on every type of performance (i.e. matinee [1:30:00]) at least once, then exclusively do Final (00:20:00) and Additional (00:15:00).

The first time you complete a performance will give you 5 daiya.

Beyond that, it’s only worth it to do Finals and Additionals because they give the most points for your SP, especially when you fully level them up.

If you want to rush the event (i.e. gain a lot of points quickly), doSoirees (00:30:00) too. I find that I only do this on the last two days of the event, where ranks start moving a lot faster

It helps to turn on push notifications for when your SP regenerates! The only qualm I have about this is when it goes off in the middle of the night…

Having the gacha R, SR, and SSR really helps. It’s okay if you can’t get them in gacha, but they help save a lot of SP.

It’s good to have a friend-list with active players because that means that you will have at least some that have the cards up for you to use! Also, don’t be afraid to refresh your support list a couple times so the strongest card shows up. I find that sometimes, it helps me cut down an entire SP which saves up in the long run!

To refresh your support list, select a support first. Then, tap your support icon that shows up next to your team and press the grey button on the lower right that says 更新. There is a cool down time of a few seconds, so you just have to be patient.

If you obtain one of the gacha cards, level them up as soon as possible. It also really helps to level up their skill (feed them R and up cards) and max their training (the fire symbol).

Kameman and Boxed Kamemanrefills (the pink birds) will be your new best friend. I use up the Boxed Kameman first (thank you Liber for the update for SP overflow) then the single Kameman.

Always keep in mind the timer of your SP recharge. Whenever your SP is max or overflows, the timer resets. If you only have 5 minutes for your next SP recharge, it’s best to wait that 5 minutes rather than using your Kameman, especially if it fills up or overflows your SP.

Please please please be aware of when the event ends, date and time wise. Don’t make the same mistake I did!

On Daiya Getting and Saving:

Whenever you clear a story, whether it be main story, card story, or event story, don’t clear it right away. This will act as a backup reserve for your daiya! Only clear them when you’re in a daiya crunch and really need that last couple.

A daiya a day keeps the pain away… The daily login daiya as well as the daiya you get from clearing the daily missions do build up over time.

Only pull when you really want to pull, meaning it’s a gacha that will help you in the event or it’s your best boy. Otherwise, save up, no matter how tempting it is!

(　＾∇＾) Best of wishes for you anon!! I hope best boy comes home for you ❤

[mamfaplier]

Nerve — Chapter One

Are you a Watcher or Player?

Prompt: Roll Up by Fitz and the Tantrums

1940s Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,811

AN: This is my personal adaptation of the film Nerve (2016) that I’m submitting for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction‘s 3K Creative Content Challenge. I’m so happy to have been allowed to participate in this. So obviously my prompt is that song above but I’ll be using it later in the story so sorry if that throws you off! At first, I thought this was going to be a one shot but I watched the movie again and decided I’m going to make a series out of this!!! Our boy Bucky probably won’t come in right away but don’t worry ;) Also the film is based on seniors in high school (I think) so just imagine all the characters used in this as younger versions of themselves. Like for example, Bucky as young 1940s Bucky instead of a grown adult man who failed more than a few times and is still in high school with a metal arm :P Anyways, congrats on 3K Dragon! <33

Warnings: Mentions of death

(Y/F/N) = your first name   (Y/L/N) = your last name   (Y/C) = your city

Next Chapter

Welcome to Nerve. A game like Truth or Dare….minus the Truth. Watchers pay to watch. Players play to win cash and glory.

Are you a Watcher or Player?

Are you a Watcher or Player?

ARE YOU A WATCHER OR PLAYER?

As you sit down at your desk in your room, you get comfortable and open up your computer. The oh so familiar startup tune softly rings out welcoming you back. (Y/F/N Y/L/N) appears on the screen as well as your favorite selfie from the summer in a small box, swiftly prompting you to enter your password for login. You’ve had to have entered it in a million times by now but still, every once in a while, you still seem to forget.

After the second attempt, your computer finally lets you in bringing you to your desktop. The smiling faces of you, your brother, and your mom together are plastered in a puzzle like collage on the background. As everything slowly loads up, the corner of your mouth smirks up into a small smile like it does every time you remember the moment you took that picture. You press on the Spotify app and begin scroll through your suggestions. To your surprise (or discomfort), a playlist called ‘Only Single Friend Left’ appears with a small, sad kitten as the playlist cover art. With a shrug and a slight roll of your eyes, you click the play button. Can’t Get Enough by Basenji starts playing through your computer's speakers.

You open up your internet browser and almost too quickly open up your email. Among the top of the hundreds of read emails sit two unread emails. One from DAILY CAT PICS and the other from the college of your dreams, subject reading URGENT: Admissions Reminder. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would ACTUALLY get accepted but here you are. Hesitantly, you open up the email.

It reads:

Dear (Y/N),

Congratulations again! This is a reminder that your reply is due tomorrow. This could be the first day of the rest of your life. Click accept and join the class of 20**!

You sigh as you bring your mouse over the bright red CLICK HERE TO ACCEPT button in the email. This has been one of the hardest decisions in your life, but you scroll to the bottom of the email and press reply.

To whom it may concern,

I regret to inform the admissions board that I must decline…

You pause and yet again let out another sigh as you glance over at your brother’s and mom’s faces on your desktop background. You continue.

…because I’m a spineless loser and I’m too scared to tell my mom the truth which is that I want to move out and leave (Y/C) foreverlasjdhflajhsdljfaljdshflhadsjafhlf

In your distraught state, a Facebook notification brings a welcome distraction.

Chris “Thor” Odinson tagged you in a post.

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly click on it and with a soft giggle see that he’s posted the picture you took of him reminding everyone of the pep rally today. As you go to press the like button, your best friend Natasha Romanoff rings you on Skype. You roll your eyes and accept her call.

“Good morning. Whatcha doing? Besides stalking Thor, of course.” She greets you in her common teasing tone.

“I’m reading the news, thank you very much.” You gently respond to her jab as you scroll over to the Huntington Post quick link you have on your browser’s bookmark bar.

“Oh? You’re reading the news? You’re such a good liar!” Natasha jabs back again seeing right through you. She is your best friend of course.

With a chuckle you glance back at her through your computer screen, “Seriously, how do you know I’m stalking Thor?”

“Because I know you very very well.” She tussles around in her beside table placing things on her bed, a big bright N glowing right above it. “Oh wait! Did you tell your mom about your dream school yet?”

“Yea! I told her! She’s super excited for me to move across the country and go to a really expensive school.” Sarcasm very evident in your tone, yet completely goes over Natasha’s head.

“Really?”

You laugh. “No, I just haven’t found the right time to tell her and…”

Natasha abruptly interrupts you. “OH! Nerve is starting. Sorry, this is really important.”

“What’s Nerve?”

“It’s a game. Here, just click on the video.”

You open up your Facebook messenger and click on the link Natasha sent you.  After you finish watching the short clip, you click back to Skype. “This looks very sketchy. Is this legal?” You ask and laugh nervously.

“Well, no. Probably not but who cares. Sign up and watch. Times a-tickin'!”

You playful pretend to sign up typing your fingers on your imaginary keyboard in the air. “Ok signing up. Look this is me signing up to watch you.” You say dryly.

“(Y/N/N)!” Natasha exclaims. “You have to sign up and watch me! It’s very important that I have watchers!”

“I gotta go. My mom’s home. I’ll sign up after breakfast!”

“Thank you! I love you. I’ll see you in a little bit!” You both bid each other goodbye with your signature flick of the nose and click off of Skype.

You run downstairs from your room to the kitchen, greeted with the delicious smell of pancakes and bacon as well as your mom’s smiling face. You both begin talking about how Natasha still hasn’t gotten into any schools yet and seems to be carefree. Your mother disagrees and reminds you that Natasha will always have a trust fund to fall back on. A hard jab to your best friend but nonetheless, still the truth. You, on the other hand, do not have a trust fund. You have drive and knowledge and a scholarship to a local college. Definitely not as exciting. But to your mom, it sounds like the perfect plan. You can’t afford to stay on campus but you get to have your mom as your cool college roommate. That’s awesome, right? Wrong. But you can’t tell her that. Instead, you offer to help her fix up your late brother’s room and post in on Airbnb. Maybe it would be a good time to go through his stuff and give some of it to goodwill? Maybe you could give her some space? She would like that, right? Wrong….again.

“I just want you here, (Y/N/N).” You mom responds sadly. To say it’s been hard since you lost your brother Peter is an understatement. You love your mom to bits but you’re getting older and just want to branch out. But now, more than ever, all your mom wants is to stay connected to you and you don’t have the heart to deny her of that.

“Ok, yea. I’m totally down for commuting. I can do my reading on the train.” Disappointed, you look over to your mom who makes her way to the table and press your lips together.

“That’ll work, right?”

“Yea.” You state simply, resting your cheek on your hand as you take a bite of your pancakes.

After breakfast, you run back up to your room. You grab your 2 most important things: your camera and your phone. Tossing on a light jacket that matches with your striped tee and jeans, you lug your backpack over your shoulder. You press shuffle on Spotify, starting Kamikaze by MØ before you hop on your bike and head on your way to school.

As you get to school, you immediately meet up with Steve Rogers, your yearbook partner in crime. Your school’s football team has a game today and it’s your mission to try to get as many pictures for the yearbook as you can. You both walk to the locker room, handing Steve your extra lenses. The team is gathered together, getting a pump up speech by Coach Wilson before the pep rally. You sneak behind some of the players to get some more up close shots of them but you may or may not have taken one too many of the captain of the football team and your crush, Chris Odinson. Everyone calls him Thor because he plays like he’s an almighty god and of course, he has definitely taken to the name. He looks at you as you’re snapping away and gives you the cutest smirk you’ve ever seen, making you want to melt to the floor.

You quickly walk over to Steve to grab a different lens for your camera and he chuckles. “Wouldn’t it feel a little unbalanced if every single yearbook photo is of Thor Odinson?”

“It’s not MY fault he’s on the team.” You snap back nervously. Are you really making it THAT obvious? Steve shrugs his shoulders before briskly grabbing your hand to pull you out of the way of the 30+ football players barreling your way. You gently pull away as you get in between the players running out onto the field to get the best shots you can. Nothing ever stops a good photographer from getting good shots, even if your minutes away from being trampled to the ground. All the while Steve is right behind you, guiding you through the crowd as you run backward taking your shots.

You take a couple more shots before all the players run out onto the field through the cheerleaders. Students fill the bleachers all the way to the top, shouting and cheering for their beloved football team and dressed in your school colors. The band is playing and the cheerleaders are in formation, Natasha the captain of the cheer squad, leading the way.

You and Steve stand off to the side as you see Natasha run over to her friend Sharon in the bleachers. You see Natasha hand her phone to Sharon and much to your surprise, Sharon starts to record her. You can’t hear what Natasha is saying to her phone, but she looks over to you and flicks her nose. Smiling as she runs back onto the field, you flick your nose back and watch in confusion. Sharon stands from her seat to get a better view, still seemingly recording. You look to Sharon and back to Natasha and shake your head, picking up your camera to take shots as the cheer squad goes through their routine. As they finish up, Natasha decides to pull one last stunt. She turns her back to the crowd and lifts her cheer skirt up, revealing her bare ass. The crowd gasps unanimously and Sharon bursts out in laughter, all the while recording the whole thing. You turn to Steve to show him the shot you took and you both laugh at the image of Nat’s ass front and center of the cheer squad.

Next Chapter coming soon!

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The new chapter in the Sims story

This title has been a cultural phenomenon since 2000, when the first installment was released. The game crossed demographics, and everyone became a fan of the series. Now it’s on its fourth outing; how has the series held up?

From baby steps to retirement

The greatest micro simulation game is back. Sims 4 has big shoes to fill. Is this sequel up to the task?

The premise is the same: create your avatar, build your dream house, fall in love, watch your children grow - choose your life. As ever, there’s a lot that you can buy for your Sims, from stove tops to guitars and everything in between. You can share creations of your with other players online, and the detail work that’s gone into some of the objects in this game is incredible.

But you could be forgiven for thinking that there should be more in Sims 4 than there were in any of the previous games. Sadly, this is not the case.

There’s no swimming. You can’t make pools and you can’t toss your Sims in, remove the ladders, and wait for them to doggy-paddle themselves into an early grave. That was one of the most iconic things about the franchise up until now and it’s a curious thing to remove. The whole point of the game is to have complete control over the life of the Sim, so why take any of that control away from the player?

The avatars are now much more competent than they were in the last game. You don’t have to babysit them all the time, and while that might be good for some, it still takes away the player’s control.

While the game looks good and runs pretty well, it doesn’t really make up for the issues here. The loading screens take forever when you first start the game. This is a legendary trait of any Maxis game, but this time it’s really something else. If that weren’t enough, the most critical visual component in the game is broken: the camera. How can this be? Did the developers not playtest the game? Do they not realize the camera is broken?

It’s frustrating, because the team and Maxis / EA could have had a smash-hit here. But modern corporate practices are probably responsible for the underwhelming game that is The Sims 4.

Where can you run this program?

You can run this game on Mac OS and Windows computers.

Is there a better alternative?

Yes; in fact, The Sims 3 can offer you a better experience. If you’re looking for other Maxis sim titles, try any of the SimCity games.

Our take

While The Sims 4 does little to improve upon the groundwork laid by its predecessors, it’s still a fun game at its heart. The customization and in-game object shopping could take you hours alone, but it feels like this game is being purposefully left empty. Considering that the franchise has always banked on the expansion packs to turn an extra profit, that could be the reason it feels so bare.

Should you download it?

Yes. Despite its flaws, Sims 4 could be fun, and it might be more enjoyable if you haven’t played any of the previous games.

Highs

Good graphics

Attention to detail

Online sharing

Lows

Less content than previous entries

Camera issues

Long loading screens

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This tutorial deals specifically with fixing Create-a-Sim items. For a way to fix the CC chairs that broke with The Sims 4 in March 2021, read this article.

If you play with Sims 4 mods or CC, then you are probably familiar with the hellish visions of Sims being transformed into punctuation marks that look like they have crawled out from the underworld. (PS: Wouldn’t an underworld pack in The Sims 4 be awesome?).

Moving on. We love using Sims 4 custom content. That’s not hating on EA or The Sims 4 team, there’s just so much gorgeous stuff available. And bunk beds. There are functional Sims 4 CC bunk beds.

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The problem with Sims 4 CC is that sometimes it can break. Mods and CC break with updates or sometimes you download them in a broken state. It can be quite traumatising to see the Punctuated Sims from Hell appear.

That question mark slapped in the middle of their virtual foreheads will make you question your life decisions and haunt your dreams.

If you are a bit of a Sims 4 custom content hoarder, then it can feel like a real struggle to figure out which CC is broken.

We have all had that moment where we get so fed up with broken Sims 4 CC that we just go and delete the whole mods folder and start over. Once that recycle bin has been emptied, regret follows instantly.

But there is an easier and far less traumatic way to fix broken CC in The Sims 4. It works best for Create a Sims (CAS) content that’s broken, but you can also use it to get rid of Build/Buy custom content that’s broken or that you no longer use or simply don’t like the look of.

It is also a great way to find any custom content that might be missing from your game. This is useful if you have downloaded some Sims households, lots or objects that do not show up in your game.

Best way to fix broken or bad CC in The Sims 4

To easily fix broken or bad custom content in The Sims 4, you will need to use the Sims 4 Tray Importer from L’Univers Sims. It’s a completely free download and it is safe to use. You can download The Sims 4 Tray Importer from the official website over here.

This little application is life changing for Sims 4 players who use a lot of CC. If you have a bad batch of broke custom content, it can help you clean things up in no time.

Once you have installed The Sims 4 Tray Importer (which runs separately to your Sims game), you will be able to quickly delete any broken CC whenever you want. It can even help you clean up your library if it has gotten a bit full.

To get started, you will have to save a household in The Sims 4 with Sims dressed in the broken custom content.

Don’t worry about how they look. They’re not going for a fashion show, they are going into the bin. Do you care what your garbage looks like before you chuck it out? Yeah, didn’t think so.

How to use The Sims 4 Tray Importer to fix broken CC: Step by step

As mentioned already, save your broken Sims to your library to get rid of CAS CC that is broken. If you are trying to delete build/buy CC, then save a room or lot.

We find it is quite useful to have a “delete me” room next to every build, so that we can easily put objects into it we want to delete later. For this example, we will only deal with broken CAS CC in The Sims 4.

You can access all the households, lots and rooms in your library through The Sims 4 Tray Importer. You can refine accordingly using the filters shown here.

Here is a household of ours. For our American readers, this is the national rugby team of South Africa. Well, our version of some of them anyway. For our English readers: Do you remember the 2019 Rugby World Cup?

Once you have found the offending family (they will show up like the zombies from CAS, or you can name the family “broken” or “delete this” to make it easier).

If you want to just get rid of a household, room or lot without also deleting the CC, you can switch over to the files tab. Highlight the files and right click.

Then select the “Show containing folder” option. Your Tray folder will open with the files highlighted. You can just hit delete in the folder and the files bell be deleted.

To get rid of broken Sims 4 Custom Content or find missing CC by using TS4TI, switch over to the CC tab on the application.

You will see a list of all the CC in use for that household, room or lot. Any missing mods or CC will show up highlighted in red like in the screenshot below.

If you want to find the missing CC, right-click and use the “Find on Google” option. Note: Some users recently reported that there are issues with this option showing up. If you are having problems, refer to the TS4TI support forum. There could be an issue with your firewall blocking access or you might be running an out of date version, or other similar issues. It is best to check with the app’s developers for troubleshooting. If the option is there, a browser tab will open and you will find the websites where the CC is hosted. You can then download it and add it to your mods folder. This is quite useful to help find missing meshes.

If you simply want to get rid of the bad or broken CC, click over to the CC tab, select the items and right click to open your Sims 4 mods folder by using the “show in folder” option (like you did with the household/lot/room files earlier).

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If you select more than one item of Sims 4 CC to delete, several windows will open up with the selected items highlighted in your mods folder. You can just delete them one-by-one by going through each window and hitting delete.

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And that’s it. This easy way to find and delete broken or bad CC in The Sims 4 works for rooms, lots and CAS items. If you found this tutorial helpful, sign up to our Sims 4 newsletter over here or check out the rest of our Sims 4 content here.

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400 Followers Prompt: SpeedTrap!verse- Neal decides to improve upon his father's methods of asking a woman out by playing the victim to fake crimes. Unfortunately, trying to catch the new deputy's attention proves to be a bit more complicated (not to mention a little painful at times) than originally anticipated.

You don’t have to read the SpeedTrap!verse before this but if you want, it’s here.{Also disclaimer, I don’t write usually write Swannfire but #itried}

“And…it worked?”

His father nodded, though the faint twist of his lips indicated a certain air of superiority that Neal thought rather unearned. After all, Sheriff Nolan had done most of the work…

As always, his father read Neal’s thoughts. “I would advise a more straightforward approach,” he said casually as he returned his attention to the register. “I had no idea who Belle was or where she worked,” he reminded his son. “You, on the other hand, know both her name and her place of employment.”

Boy, did he ever.

Emma Swann, new deputy sheriff in Storybrooke, had been in town for nearly three months now, and Neal saw her everywhere he went. She shopped at Sprat’s Market, ate almost every meal at Granny’s, and habituated the Rabbit Hole on trivia night despite not being on a trivia team.

Problem was, she didn’t seem to know Neal was alive, much less in the same town as her.

Having recently moved from New York City, Emma Swann had the unnerving knack of looking right through a person as if they weren’t even there. Neal had watched countless guys get the courage to approach the law officer and each one had been shot down, ignored or even in one memorable occasion, arrested.

(Jefferson had spent the night in jail after he rear-ended the deputy’s car, and then asked her out while she was reading him the riot act, but as Jefferson had told the entire bar the next night, he had spent almost twelve straight hours with Emma…)

The front door to the shop blew open, wind and rain pouring inside as a small figure blew into the shop. The sky outside was gray and stormy, but his father’s girlfriend’s smile was as bright as a summer morning. “Neal!” Belle exclaimed as she shook the rain off her umbrella. “I didn’t know you were here!”

His father frowned as Belle pressed a hello kiss to his cheek. “Did you walk here?” he asked her incredulously, his dark eyes flickering to the storm outside.

“It’s not far,” Belle assured him, though her shoes were stained with rain and her hair was windswept. “Though you didn’t mention Neal was here…,” she said with a faint blush that told Neal exactly why Belle had hurried over to the pawn shop in the rain.

“I was just going,” Neal said quickly. “I just stopped by to say hi.”

His father chuckled and Belle, ever observant, looked between the two of them with a calculating expression. “Everything okay?” she asked with a casual twist of a curl.

“Oh fine,” his father said with a mischievous smile. Neal shot him a warning look but it was too late. “Neal’s just having some trouble of the heart.”

Spinning towards him, Belle reached out to grab Neal’s hands. “Oh!” she said with a slight jiggle of excitement. “Tell me everything!”

Neal shook his head. Belle, barely five years older than him, had a single minded determination that rivaled a dog with a bone. “It’s nothing,” he said.

“Nonsense,” his father replied in that smooth baritone of his. “Perhaps we could help…”

“I don’t think-”

But by then it was much too late.

–

“Uh, Belle?” Neal said over the phone. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’ll be fine!” she said, though Neal could hear the beep of the library scanner in the background. “Just do exactly what I told you.”

He sighed. “Okay, but-”

“Ms. Goose!” Belle exclaimed over the other line. “What are you doing with that first edition? Neal, I have to go- good luck!”

“But-!” The line went dead, leaving Neal on his own. With a grumble, he walked straight into the lion’s den.

Sheriff Swann had her feet up on her desk, her signature red leather jacket draped across the back of her chair and a cup of coffee in her hand as she flicked through the Looking Glass daily paper.  At the sound of the bell, her eyes glanced up briefly, took him in, and returned to her reading. “Can I help you?”

“I wanted to report a theft,” he replied, making sure his tone had just the right amount of frustrated annoyance befitting such an occurrence.

This got her attention. Her eyes, god they were green, pierced him to the spot as the newspaper fluttered, forgotten, to the desk.

“Home, car, or personal?” she asked as she reached for a pen.

“Car,” he said and it was probably just his imagination but her face clouded slightly as if she knew he was lying through his teeth.

“Oh?” she said casually. “Make and model?”

His mind went blank. He was supposed to report Belle’s car missing…the car currently up at his father’s cabin out of city limits…but he couldn’t remember a single thing about it. His eyes flickered down to a magazine, half hidden under the newspaper with a car just on the corner of the frame.

“It’s a 1972 VW Super Beetle,” Neal replied smoothly with a tip of his head. “Yellow,” he added with a shrug.

“Plate?”

“E83KAE,” he lied, giving her his playstation login password. “Or something like that…I can’t really remember.”

Emma’s wrote it down anyway. “I’ll put in the system,” she said. “Your name?”

“Neal,” he said, offering her his hand and his most charming smile. “Neal Cassidy Gold.”

She didn’t even look back up at him. “Alright, Mr. Gold,” she said as she shuffled the paperwork into a folder. “Is there a contact number we can reach you at?”

He gave her his cell, his home and even his email, but by the time she finished filling out the report, she bid him a good day and returned to her reading without another word.

As Neal shuffled out of the station, he ran into Sheriff Nolan who took one look at him and shook his head. “Let me guess, your car was stolen?” Before Neal could say a word, the sheriff sighed. “You’re the third guy this week. Better luck next time,” he said and with a pat on Neal’s shoulder, he disappeared back into the station.

–

“Of course it will work,” his father said smoothly. “After all, she found your car didn’t she?”

Neal resisted the urge to groan. “I can’t believe you actually bought me a yellow bug,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What am I going to do with that?”

His father shrugged. “If you had remembered the plan, Belle’s car would have been found safely down the street, abandoned by the erstwhile teenage joyriders, and you would have been a handsome hero for reporting the crime for the local librarian. Instead, you now own a yellow Volkswagen”

“I told you, I panicked.”

“Apparently,” his father said with a twist of his lips. His father was still thoroughly enjoying Neal’s embarrassment over Sheriff Nolan arriving at Granny’s during dinner, holding up keys and announcing he had found Neal’s car.

Deputy Swann had been at the counter, talking with Ruby Lucas, and her eyes had cut to him for nanosecond before she had returned to her burger and fries. Neal had gotten to walk over to David, thank him for his help, and accept (to his utter bafflement) keys to a VW beetle bug.

“This time, you’ll do fine,” his father assured him. “Now, Sheriff Swann should be here shortly….I’ll just let myself out.”

Neal stifled a yawn as his father slid out the back door. It was a quarter to two, and someone (aka his father) had tripped the silent alarm at Gold’s pawnshop, which meant-

Sure enough, the lights of the patrol car soon illuminated the dark shop. Neal raked a hand through his hair, before meeting Deputy Swann at the front door. She cut a look at him, and as if putting two and two together said, “Oh, yea. It’Gold, right?”

He nodded. “Neal,” he said but it was unnecessary, she was already pushing past him into the shop.

“Anything missing?” she asked as she surveyed the area. There was no broken glass, no signs of a struggle and everything was in it’s rightful place. In short, there was no evidence whatsoever of a crime.

“Actually,” Neal said, struck by inspiration. “An old dream catcher that used to hang in the window’s gone…”

It may have been the shadows but he could have sworn he saw her smile. “A dream catcher?” she repeated.

“An authentic antique,” he said, clearly picturing the one that had hung in his father’s shop window his entire childhood. That one had not been authentic or an antique, but something Neal had made in elementary school and proudly displayed until the sun had worn it out. “It’s not worth much but it has…sentimental value.”

“What’s it look like?” Emma asked as she whipped out a pad of paper.

“I could draw it better than I could describe it,” Neal said truthfully. Emma’s eyebrow raised slightly but she silently handed him the pen and paper. Within minutes, he handed it back to her, a faithful representation of his craft in black and white.  

“Sorry, I don’t have colored pencils,” Emma said, and this time, she did smile. “This is pretty good, Gold.”

“Uh, it’s Neal or Cassidy,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Gold’s my father.”

“Owner of Gold’s Pawnshop,” she replied with a nod. “Well, the alarm was tripped twenty minutes ago.”

“I live around the corner,” Neal said, thankful for the truth. “My father called me, seeing how I was closer.”

“Well,” Emma said as she surveyed the shop. “How about you count the money while I check the back?”

The next thirty minutes flew by. Neal, by some mercy, kept calm and collected as Emma scanned every nook and cranny, looking for clues until she finally sighed. “Well, I can’t find anything,” she admitted. “Looks like your dad left the back door unlocked and someone came in through there…”

“Must have,” Neal agreed, though no one except Emma would ever believe Robert Gold forgot to lock his shop up.

–

“Neal…” Wincing, Neal turned to find his father holding up a dream catcher, twice the size of the original he had made as kid. “What is this?”

“It’s a dream catcher!” Belle said proudly, taking it smoothly. “I made it.”

His father didn’t miss a beat. “Why?”

“Beauce he told Ms. Swann a dream catcher was missing,” Belle said matter of factly. “So, I thought if she found it…”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” his father snorted. “Neal Cassidy Gold, just ask the woman out already! This is getting out of control! You were supposed to report a missing car that was not missing, not make one up.”

“Well, that turned out fine,” Belle said, trying to soothe his father.

“Then, he was supposed to explain an accidentally tripped wire, not fabricate a break in!”

Belle gave a little grimace. “Yes, well, I’ll admit that one may have not been the best way to handle that…”

Neal held his hands up. “You’re right,” he said as he gingerly took the dream catcher from Belle. “Enough’s enough.”

“But-!”

“Good,” his father said with a relieved sigh. “Neal, just…just talk to her, son.”

Neal forced a smile. “Sure, Papa,” he said, using an old childhood endearment.

–

Except there was no way in this world or the next, Neal was going to do anything of the sort. In fact, he was currently postponing so much as leaving the house (despite badly needing quite a few things including toilet paper…) if it meant even the slightest risk of running into Emma Swann.

He stashed the dream catcher in his closet, buried beneath a few other items up at the top, before he turned to look out the window at the yellow VW sitting serenely in his apartment parking lot. With a sigh, he turned sharply away from the now vivid reminder of his stupidity and-

“Christ!”

Neal reeled backwards, his hands clasping to his face as hot blood poured out of his very possible broken nose. Eyes watering, he stumbled a bit until he collapsed onto his bed, trying to stem the blood pouring down his shirt front.

“Ow,” he muttered with some other choice curse words sprinkled in for good measure. His closet door, propped open from where he had stashed the dream catcher, stood a few feet away, openly mocking him. He had turned right into the damn thing, too distracted to remember what he had been doing.

Mumbling under his breath, Neal stood and pinching his nose, grabbed his keys off the side table. A confirmed bachelor, he had been out of tissues for at least a month, had run out of paper towels two weeks ago and he had just used the last of his toilet paper this morning.

So, bloody and wincing, Neal headed to the store.

–

“Cassidy?”

Neal swallowed, which was frankly disgusting. His nose had finally stopped bleeding but judging by the looks of his fellow shoppers, he looked like a horror movie victim. Of course that meant Emma Swann would be at Sprat’s at this exact moment.

He waved with a self deprecating grin, then winced as pain shot straight to his brain. When his vision cleared, Emma still stood a few feet away and she was grinning at him.

“What?” he asked, gingerly reaching up to touch his now positively broken nose.

“You get robbed?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Neal sighed. “I walked into my closet door,” he admitted as he grabbed a case of wet wipes from the shelf. “But if anyone asks, tell them I owed the girl scouts money.

Her grin broadened, and either the fluorescent lighting was making her eyes sparkle or she was amused. “I would hate to see what the closet look likes,” she said before she reached into her jacket and pulled out a handkerchief. “Here,” she said, and then to his utter and complete astonishment, stepped forward to gently wipe away some fresh blood.

He caught her wrist, and she stopped, eyes flashing as they locked with his. “Don’t,” he said softly. “You’ll… you’ll ruin your-” He looked down to find the damn thing monogrammed and before he could help it he was laughing.

Bewildered, Emma stepped back and he held up a hand in apology. “Sorry, sorry,” he wheezed. “It’s just- you have a monogrammed handkerchief. I thought my dad was the only one who had one!”

Emma snorted. “Well, if you had one, you wouldn’t look like a reject from the Walking Dead,” she replied evenly but she didn’t turn to leave either. She just sighed and then leaned down to grab the wet wipes from his cart to rip them open.

“Hey!” he protested but she waved him off.

“You’re going to pay for them in a minute,” she shushed him before she took his chin in her hand and very carefully, started to clean the dried blood off his face. Neal stayed utterly stock still, and tried, and failed to think of what to say. Finally, she finished, and with the ease of someone used to blood, pressed the dirty wipes into his hand with a grin. “There,” she said with a pleased tone. “You clean up nice, Cassidy.”

“Thanks,” he said gruffly. “Uh, hey, Emma…”

“Yes?”

“I uh…have a confession to make.”

Emma quirked a brow. “You didn’t walk into a closet door?”

He shook his head. ”Uh, no, I did actually walk into a closet door. I didn’t however get my car stolen.”

Emma nodded. “Yea, I figured that seeing ass how one of the station magazines on my desk had the same exact car on the cover. I’ll admit I was…surprised when an actual yellow beetle bug showed up in town.”

Neal shrugged. “My dad has a weird sense of humor,” he admitted. “He actually met his girlfriend- well, it’s a long story.”

Emma shrugged. “I don’t have anywhere to be,” she said. “How about we go to Granny’s and you tell me why the town librarian was walking down Main Street yesterday with a dream catcher that looked just like the one you reported stolen?”

Neal groaned. “That would be my dad’s girlfriend,” he told her, rubbing the back of his neck in secondhand embarrassment.

“The one your father met in this long story?”

He nodded.

“And does that story have anything to do with why you’ve been reporting fake crimes in order to get my attention?”

He nodded again.

Emma smiled. “Well, just to be clear, it did get my attention…but only because I’ve been trying to get yours for the past few weeks.”

Neal blinked. Overhead, someone made a call on the market speakers about a clean up on aisle four, but he barely heard it. “You what?”

Emma laughed. “I mean, I thought hanging out at the Rabbit Hole on trivia night was a pretty open invitation but you guys really take trivia seriously.”

Neal’s mouth still tasted of dry blood but there was something dangerously close to hope in his throat. “You- you’ve been trying to get my attention?” he finally managed.

Emma shrugged. “I mean, you come to the store the same time every week,” she said pointing at her watch. “Five forty five on clock work every Tuesday night, and you eat at Granny’s according to the meatloaf special-”

“Do you want to grab dinner?” Neal asked before she could finish.Emma’s eyes flickered to his bloody shirt. “I’d obviously…shower first,” he added lamely.

Emma’s eyes crinkled slightly as she tried to hold back a laugh, and it was the most damned adorable thing he had ever seen another human being do. “Why, Cassidy,” she said with a wink. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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