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dreamer213 · 3 years

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Broken Machines: Lights The Dark

Chapter 8: The Charming Things You Say

Penny was feeling uneasy as she finished up her patrol and began her walk to the station. She had brought up what had happened at the end of her lesson to her dad during dinner that night and expressed her confusion with Whitley’s shift in tone. Once she repeated what she’d said about Weiss and Winter her dad told her that she may have unknowingly brought up some bad feelings for him. When Penny questioned how she had done so Pietro just said “ Well how would you feel if you spoke to one of my colleagues and they only know you were my child but because they found out on their own and not because I told them?”. She thought about it a moment and the idea that her own dad, her only family, would not speak about her to his colleagues made her feel so sad and unloved. He then asked her how she thinks Whitley must have felt actually hearing that and she’s felt absolutely horrible ever since. How could she not have notice how cruel her statements had been. Before she had just thought it was odd that she had never heard about him but after seeing his reaction and her dad’s explanation the truth of the situation was all too obvious.

She was still thinking about during the train ride and in the car on her way to the manor. By the time she was at the main entrance and being lead to a lounge room by a maid, Yuko, she gone over dozens of possible apologizes in her head, trying to come up with something to convey how sorry she was about her callous words. She was determined to make things right but she just couldn’t find the right words to say for something like this. She’s still contemplating when she enters the lounge room where Whitley was sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.

Whitley: Good afternoon Ms. Polendina.

Penny: Good afternoon.

There tense in the air as Penny takes a seat at the other end of the sofa, placing her belongings down by her feet, and pulling out the notepad and pen.

Whitley: Ready to continue from yesterday’s session?

Penny: Yes.

Whitley: Alright then, Rule Number 6, when confronted with someone who’s been continuously rude towards you walk away towards the nearest group of people socializing. If the person persist when they get close question them on why they’re following you and polity ask them to stop. Do this loudly enough that people around you hear. Don’t shout, speak clearly, keep your pitch at a normal range but increase your volume. The negative attention the statement will draw towards them should be enough to get them to walk away. Rule Number 7, never interrupt someone, especially when in a group conversation, wait until they’ve completely finished their story or statement then chime in at the first opportunity. Rule Number 8, take a few breaks during longer events like galas or evening parties. If you chat for too long you’ll seem like a gossiper or just plain nosey. Granted there are people known for that sort of behavior in high society but they’re usually more infamous then famous for it. Now this last rule is of a topic of its own all will most likely take up the rest of-

Suddenly Whitley’s scroll rings. He pulls it out and looks at caller id, it’s Octavia.

Whitley: Excuse me for a moment, I have to take this.

He gets and walk out of the room leaving Penny and Yuko alone. Penny looks around and tweedles her fingers still thinking about how to go about apologizing as Yuko watches over her.

Yuko: Would you like to watch some television while you wait for The Young Master to return?

Penny: Hmm, oh no thank you I’m fine.

Yuko: Then would you like some refreshments? Perhaps some tea and cookies?

Penny: No I don’t need anything but thank you for offering Yuko.

Yuko: Of course Ms. Polendina, please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.

Penny thinks for a moment, Yuko was one of the manor maids and had probably work at the manor for some time if she was assigned to watch over a session. So maybe she knew more about the situation with the siblings and could help her try and fix her mistake.

Penny: Actually, there is something I’d like to ask you.

Yuko: Yes?

Penny: How long have you work at the manor?

Yuko: Five years and seven months. Why do you ask?

Penny: I just wanted to know if you knew anything about the relationship between Whitley, Weiss, and Winter.

Yuko’s eyes go wide for a moment, she hangs her head and takes a few deep breaths before answering.

Yuko: That is a very Very touchy subject, so much so that the Master has forbidden the staff to even mention his daughters’ names unprompted, less they be fired immediately.

Penny: And Whitley?

Yuko: As far as I know Young Master and his elder sisters have never been close. Though he doesn’t share the Master’s visceral reaction to the mention of them, it is still a very uncomfortable subject for him.

Penny: Oh..oh no.

Penny puts her hands in her face and her head in her lap. The situation was far worse than she thought, things were so bad between them that their own father didn’t even want to hear their names anymore. And she had brought it up the first week of her etiquette lessons. As if this weren’t already painful enough.

Yuko: Ms. Polendina? Are you feeling unwell?

Penny: I mentioned it. To Whitley yesterday I thought it was just something she didn’t tell me because we don’t talk to each other much. I didn’t know it was this…this…I feel so mean.

Yuko: (Sighs) Please calm down Ms. Polendina, while it was not wise to say anything about them Young Master is quite forgiving. He’s not the type of person to hold an innocent mistake against someone.

Penny: That’s good because I want to apologize but I don’t know if-

Yuko: Then apologize the next chance you get. Waiting and acting pitiful does nothing to fix the situation so don’t delay it.

Penny pulls her head back up and smiles at Yuko.

Penny: I’ll be sure to apologize before I leave today. Thank you for your help Yuko.

Yuko: Of course Ms. Polendina, I am here to serve.

At that moment the door opens again and Whitley walks back in. He still has his scroll out as he walks directly to Penny. He stops in front of her, a small smirk planted on his face.

Whitley: I have some good news for you Ms. Polendina. I just go off a call with Octavia Foxglove, the daughter of one of your suspects. And she’s agreed to have you at her monthly tea party in a couple weeks.

Penny: Really?! That’s amazing! I’ve only been taking lessons here for a three days and you’ve already found an event with someone so close to a suspect so quickly!

Whitley: Well it’s not a hard task when you have connections with every important person, family, or business in the range. But back to the topic at hand I’ll be sending you some details on the party and your target after our lesson but before we can continue Octavia wants a picture of you in advance. She likes to have custom table settings made for each guest with their face printed on the placement cards. And since she’s not a very patient person we need to send it as soon as possible. Now stand up.

Penny obliges and gets up from her seat, while Whitley takes a few steps back and opens the camera app on his scroll. He points the camera at her face while Penny stands at attention, hands behind her back, and smile on her face. After a few quick snaps the picture is taken but as Whitley inspects it he finds it to be very unsatisfactory. While the picture is clear and Penny’s face is in full focus the wall of the lounge room had been so dark that it made everything look desaturated.

Whitley: This won’t do, the walls are far too dark. It’s draining all the color out of the photo.

Penny: Really?

Whitley turns his scroll around to show her the front screen. Penny eyes widened at the sight, though she rarely saw or took pictures of herself Penny could still tell something was off about it. The walls had indeed made everything look much darker, the worse of it being around every piece of black on her body. It was a half body pic so her bow, collar, and the top of her waist were all blending into the background with little bit of the surrounding green, white, and gold of the rest of her outfit peeking through.

Penny: This does look very bad, how do we fix it?

Whitley: We just need better lighting. let’s go the ballroom, if the currents are drawn it should be nice and bright right now.

Yuko already has the door open while Whitley walks towards it, Penny follows behind him and all three leave the lounge. They make their way to the ballroom where sure enough the currents have been drawn however it’s the mid afternoon and the marble floors seem to have just been cleaned and the white pillars waxed. With the sunlight beaming through the windows, shining on clean floor and off the pillars, the room has become very very-

Penny: Bright!

Penny, Whitley, and Yuko cover their eyes shielding their eyes from blinding light bouncing off the freshly clean surfaces.

Whitley: So it’s fairly obvious that we can’t possibly take a picture in here!

Penny: Yes, the camera lens won’t be able to pick up anything with this much light.

Yuko: Then may I suggest we go somewhere less blinding!

Yuko grabs them by an arm each and rush them out of the ballroom. Soon their back in the main hall and begin searching for a better location. They are headed towards the music room where they run into Mary and Sue standing outside the door, Sue spots them first.

Sue: Good afternoon Young Master.

Mary: Good afternoon Young Master and Ms. Polendina, is there something you need from us?

Whitley: Hello Sue, Mary, we’re passing through to use the music room for a moment then we’ll be on our way.

The moment Whitley utters the words “music room” Mary and Sue share a worried look, Sue starts nervously tap her foot and Mary rubs her temples before they turn back to trio.

Sue: I’m sorry Young Master but we can’t allow you to do that.

Whitley: And why is that?

Sue lets out a nervous chuckle then elbows Mary in the arm. She turns and looks at her pleadingly and Mary decides to give in and do the talking for her.

Mary: There’s been a several accidents throughout the manor today. This morning while cleaning the music room someone waxed the floor while others were still working and a maid tripped while carrying a number of different cleaning liquids spilled onto the instruments and the chemical reaction of the now mixed cleaners caused some damage. The repairs being done so no one can enter the room for now.

Whitley: (Sighs) I see, and the others?

Mary: Some equipment in the dance studio had a short and caused a small electrical fire and Mistress fell ill in one of the libraries after brunch.

Whitley: Meaning you couldn’t get her to eat enough food with her wine this morning and she projectile vomited again. Wonderful. That’s truly unfortunate.

Sue: B-but if there’s anything else you need we’re here to hell however we can do to.

Whitley: It’s fine we just trying to find a good location to take a photo, we look elsewhere.

Sue: A photo of what?

Penny: One of me.

Sue: Oooh.

Sue walks up to Penny, hands crossed behind her back, and pushes her face close to Penny’s. Sue circles around the redhead and looks her over. Once she’s done she returns to Mary with a smug smile on her face.

Sue: With her complexion and colors, she’ll look best in natural light with floral/woodland backgrounds.

Sue makes the camera sign with her index and thumbs in front of her right eye.

Sue: Though city night skylines could work to if the lightings right. But since we probably can’t wait for sunset there’s the only one place in the manor that could work with her looks and that’s the garden. With today’s good weather and the right angle, light, and posing, the green and white of her clothing could look very warm and calming plus the sun on her face could really make that red hair look radiant and her eyes pop on camera.

Everyone but Penny stands in stunned silence and looks at Sue, confused by her sudden musings.

Sue: I’m a photography major.

Whitley: I see…that’s good to know.

Mary: She is right though, the garden looks rather nice this time of day and it’s vacant at the moment, so it would a be the perfect option for this task.

Whitley considers it for a moment. After a while he gives them an approving nod the waves over Penny and Yuko and the three starting walking towards the garden. Sue and Mary hang back for bit, Mary looks down at Sue and whisper to her.

Mary: (whisper) Feeling better now that you’ve redeem yourself for your little chemical spill?

Sue: (whisper) That was 98% not my fault and you know that!

Sue then runs to caught up with the rest of the group while Mary trails on slowly behind her. Once at the double doors of the garden Yuko and Sue take a door each and open them, reveal the beautiful greenery of the Schnee Manor Garden. There’s nothing but flowers and trees as far as the eye could see with a white tile paths lining the ground as they enter. Penny skips ahead to go wondering, entranced by the beautiful of the grounds and all it’s foliage while the others are strategizes a plan for this mini photoshoot.

Whitley: Well we’re here, now how are we going about this.

Sue: That’s the hard part of photography, we need to find the right angle and light to put her under to get the shoot. And we also need to consider what kind of scenery we want in the-

Suddenly Sue stops, she staring at something with an intense gaze. The others turn their heads to see what she’s looking at only to see Penny squatting down with her elbows on her knees, balanced on her toes, and hands propping up her head while she stares dreamingly at a patch of pink crocuses.

Sue: This is it. This. Is. The. MOMENT! Young Master get over there, get out your scroll, get within half a foot away from her, get down to her level , and center the camera directly between her upper body, face, and the flowers! NOW!

Whitley quickly complies and goes over to Penny, while she’s absorbed in the flowers he pulls out his scroll then he squats down awkwardly. He’s lining up the shoot, trying to get the lens to focus and when it finally does he’s awestruck. Through his scroll’s camera he see Penny smiling sweetly and sniff the flowers. The warm glow of the sunlight brightening the curls of her bright orange hair, and gave a soft glow to her spring green eyes. The pink of crocus highlights the pinks of her lips and the contrast made her freckle dusted cheeks more pronounced and cute. She looks so natural amongst the flowers like a fairy lost in her own world of warmth and happiness.

Whitley: She looks peaceful, so happy, so-

Whitley shakes his head, there’s no time for this they’re already falling behind schedule. they need this done now.

Whitley: Ms. Polendina, please look over here and smile.

Penny turns her head towards him and gives him a gentle smile. Eyes glued to her gaze, Whitley is taking a few photos when suddenly he feels his heartbeat quicken and once he’s done he still can’t take his eyes off her.

Penny: Does it looks good?

Her question pulls Whitley out of his trance and he stands up heart now ponding in his chest. He turns his scroll around to show her the photos. While they’re looking over the pictures Yuko sneaks up behind Whitley. She stands about a foot away and starts waving her hand over Whitley’s shoulder and in Penny’s direction. Eventually Penny catches her waving out the corner of her eye, when she cox her head to get a better look she sees Yuko mouths “ Now’s your chance”. She’s confused for a second but then she remembers what they talked about earlier and decides to go for it.

Penny: Whitley.

Whitley: Yes.

Penny: I….I am very sorry for what I said yesterday. I did not know that you’re relationship with your sisters wasn’t good I just thought I wasn’t close enough to either for them to tell me about their home lives. I promise you I would never have said anything about them if I knew it was such uncomfortable topic, please forgive me for my rudeness.

Whitley is once again stunned, her integrity was admirable. It takes a lot of courage to admit fault and apologize, something very few people in his life had the capability or desire to do. To have someone so strong be so vulnerable and sincere with him felt….surreal.

Whitley: It’s fine Ms. Polendina, it was an honest mistake I know you didn’t mean any harm. Besides it not like I speak about them too much either, I suppose it’s just the nature of our relationship. Anyway now that we’ve gotten a good photo we can return to our lesson.

Whitley turns around and addresses the maids.

Whitley: Yuko! We’re done here, time to head back to the lounge. Sue and Mary, thank you for your help.

Yuko: Yes, Young Master.

Mary: Of course, Young Master.

Sue: Thank you, Young Master.

Whitley quickly walk towards the doors, Penny and Yuko follow behind him leaving Sue and Mary behind in the garden. Soon they reenter the lounge room, get seated, notepad out, and they’re ready to continue their lesson.

Whitley: Now that that’s been taken care of we can finally get to the most important topic of today’s lesson. Especially since you’ll need to know this subject well to successful at the tea party. Now this subject is something you probably already do in your day to day life but I highly doubt you know how to do it and use it properly. The topic is……how to compliment a person.

Penny: Huh?

Penny tilts her head a little confused but Whitley just smirks and continues.

Whitley: Now I know this sounds very rudimentary but compliments can be a powerful tool when dealing with elites. This is due to one of the major values in high society, vanity. Most elites are extremely vain and thrive off validation. They need people to know and admire how rich, how classy, and absolutely fabulous their lifestyle is, making most weak to flattery and praise. With a little praise you can make uptight elites feel at a bit at ease with you. However there are some rules you must follow to use this value successfully, the first is timing. The first compliment should be given after the first greeting, if your address a group give a general compliment like “You all look absolutely lovely today!” or something similar. If it’s a single person you can be more specific, which can be rather simple if you pay attention to how the person’s behavior and movements. Those who thrive on this kind of validation will make themselves noticeable by wearing the most eye catching outfit and accessories possible, even at most casual of events, and will show off their new pieces to garner even more attention. They’ll play with their rings and hair, twirl around in their dresses, and anything they can think of to show off what they have. This gives you easy objects to identify and praise, for those who aren’t so obvious look for them over discreetly first then compliment whatever you think took the most time, effort, and money to prepare. Now the second rule is the most important to remember, never give to much at once. While compliments are a good tool it can be a double edge sword, too much and you’ll seem like a brown nose, too little and you’ll seem petty.

Penny puts her pen down and raises her hand, Whitley acknowledges this and points to her hand. He can guess what she’s about to ask.

Penny: What does complimenting someone have to with color of my-

Whitley: Brown noser is the term for someone who give excessive praise and compliments in order to gain a person of high standing’s favor. The “brown nose” comes from the less polite term of ass kisser which is derived from the idea that this kind of people were so desperate to get the approval of someone in a higher position that they’d kiss their rear ends if it might they’d something out of it. The “brown nose” comes from the idea being that close to someone’s rear would get a bit of….well you know the only brown substance human creates down there. It’s just a negative metaphor for someone how praises and flatters someone of higher standing in order to get something.

Penny: Oooh. Ewwww.

Whitley: I know, and in order to avoid appearing like one of those people after you’ve payed your first compliment don’t give another for the rest of the conversation unless they actively try to impress you. For that situation set a limit of five compliments for women and three for men.

Penny: Why is there different amount for men and women?

Whitley: Because men don’t need as much validation.

Penny: Is that true?

Whitley: It’s what social norms dictate and in high society that’s all that matters. Now I’d like to see how much you’ve learned today, I want you to compliment three aspects of my physical appearance using my lecture as a guide.

Penny almost drops her pen at Whitley’s outlandish request. Now there was no lack of things Penny could say about his appearance in fact it was quite the opposite. There was so much she could say about him, from his snow white hair to his elegant figure and jewel like eyes there was almost nothing about him Penny didn’t find beautiful. Penny decides to focus on his instructions, he said to look the person over and comment on what most likely took the most effort. Penny stares over at Whitley, who’s sat on the other edge of the sofa, legs crossed with one arm propping up the other as he rest his head on it as he stares back her, waiting patiently for her to speak. Penny feels the drumming in her chest returning but she powers through and continues to ponder until she gathers the courage to finally speak.

Penny: Your outfit looks very nice, it’s very well put together and formal but casual.

Whitley: Well it should, the vest alone was quite an expensive piece. Continue.

Penny: Your haircut is very neat and your hair itself is very pretty. The color and texture reminds me of silk.

Whitley:.…My stylist is known for their skill and I do best to get it right when I have to.

Penny: That’s not surprising you seem very diligent with the up keep of your appearance. Besides your hair and clothing your nails are also nicely manicure and your skin is soft and smooth without any blemishes. Overall you’re truly a beautiful and dashing young man Whitley Schnee.

Whitley slumps forward and face palms. Penny tries to ask what’s wrong but he puts up one of his hands and motions for her to stop.

Whitley: Would appear that I overlooked an important point in my lecture. Rule three, compliments should be a short statement commenting positivity on an aspect of a person’s appearance or personality. It should never be more then a sentence or two and as a young lady you should never give such detailed compliments to a man of any age. It can come off as flirtatious and that is highly improper and inappropriate.

The information hangs in the air for a moment until it finally sets in and Penny realize what he’s insinuating and her face bright red as she becomes overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Penny: I-I didn’t-I wasn’t trying to-I really don’t know-

Whitley: It’s fine, just don’t make the same mistake again, others won’t take it so lightly. You’re dismissed.

Penny: Okay! Goodbye see you tomorrow!

Penny quickly grabs her things and runs out of the room not even waiting for Yuko to escort her, leaving her and Whitley behind in an awkward silence.

Yuko: That was…interesting. She’s a rather odd girl isn’t she Young Mas- YOUNG MASTER!

Yuko looks over at Whitley in shock, his face, neck, and arms, they’d all gone beet red! Yuko rushes over to him, trying figure out how he gotten this way.

Yuko: Young Master are you alright? You’re breaking out into a fever. I’ll call the doctor down immediately! Please-

Whitley: I’m fine Yuko, I just need a minute to breathe. Please give me some space.

Yuko: Yes Young Master.

Yuko leaves the room, once he’s alone Whitley throws his head into his lap as he tries to contain a scream. How could Penny say such things so earnestly! What was she possibly thinking spouting such praise like that!

Whitley: Why? Why did she say all of that! It was a simple task, “compliment my appearance” that was it. There was no reason for her to go into that kind of detail! Was she trying to act like a kiss up or is that really how she sees me?

Whitley was confused by how anyone could say such things so easily. For most of his life kind words had a few uses. They were used for personal gain and control by most elites, sparsely used by the staff as part of their jobs of caring for the manor’s inhabitants, and almost entirely nonexistent with his family. Yet this girl he’s known for such a short time had chosen to praise him so sincerely. She had been there less than a week and had already proven to be far more odd and unpredictable then Whitley could have ever imagined. However as much as he wanted to be annoyed by her actions a part him can’t help but long for tomorrow and their next lesson.

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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There’s going to be a part three to benefits right? Like I don’t think I can live without knowing the end of the story.

Conclusions? - C. Hood

Final part of the ‘Benefits?’ Series.

I had planned to release this when my hiatus ended but I have made y’all wait too long, and I was far too excited. This is my fav set of fics that I have done and I’m so glad that people liked them!

I hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading, you have my love.

Xoxo - Cas

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Against her better judgement, Y/N had listened to Youngblood as an album on repeat for weeks after it dropped. The songs were powerful, perfect even. She had relished in the sound of their voices, the way they worked their instruments perfectly. She longed for her friends every time she listened, and the pain became addictive. Yet, she found comfort in ‘Moving Along’.

Things had been extra tense since her conversation with Calum. Another week had passed, and they were in another state, the men jumping around on stage, singing their hearts out, putting on a show for all of the people who came to see them.

But... Calum wasn’t himself. He shied away from the flashes of the camera. He still sounded perfect in all of the songs, yet he was dejected. Turned in on himself almost. Shy, hurt.

Per the fans requests, she snapped many shots of Calum, adding them to the plethora of shots of the other guys. She was paid to take photos, after all. She may as well earn her money, even if she struggled to look at Calum without feeling hot tears burn at her eyes.

Moving Along started and she smiled slightly. She especially enjoyed the song, moving her feet to the high energy chorus, ignoring the sting the lyrics left in her heart.

What she didn’t expect, was to turn to take another shot of Calum, and have his eyes staring straight at her.

His verse came, and he tore his eyes away from her faster than expected, and her photo turned blurry.

“Is it bad that I’m hoping that you’re broken? Is it bad that I’m wishing you’re so broken?” His voice broke, crackling as the words danced off of his tongue.

It was subtle, not noticeable to those who didn’t know Calum. Who didn’t know his little quirks, the little aspects of his being that alluded the general public. Y/N knew.

From her position at the front of the stage, she could even see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and the way he rubbed his face on his shoulder, disguising it as an adjustment of his ear piece.

It was the second last song of their set, the collaboration with the Chainsmokers being their last, and then Calum would be off stage.

Watching Calum sing the lyrics struck a chord inside of her. The first verse was full of such anger, but as it progressed, Luke’s verse portrayed sadness. Regret. Everything Calum had been trying to tell her the other day.

The feelings were overwhelming. She was furious. She knew that there was another song for Calum to write, having heard many parts of the other songs the guys were working on, but the pieces worked themselves together in her mind.

She had her speculations, but chose to divert her thought pattern. Every time she cast her eyes on him, she felt a ache in her stomach.

For so long, she had near constant emotion flooding her eyes. She couldn’t disregard her anger.

The songs moved quickly, and she climbed on stage to get photos of the group performance to close the pre-show. Andy had already agreed to take the pics for the Chainsmokers, knowing the tenseness of the past week for her. Y/N was looking forward to escaping to her hotel room and mulling over her thoughts.

For 5 days she had been contemplating whether or not she should stay on the tour. She had savings, enough to rent an apartment in another state. She could find photography work elsewhere.

But, she also couldn’t stand to be away from Calum again. There was a sense of hopefulness existing between them. She was far too scared to grace the topic again, and history had told her enough that Calum wouldn’t attempt to converse with her about it again, but still - she had hope that she would work up the courage to move past her anger and the sadness of her broken heart.

She was looking for a new excuse to forgive him every day, and she found them. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. To tell him that she was sorry for leaving.

She couldn’t bring herself to apologise, when he pushed her away.

She worked up the courage and booked a flight. It was a week away. They had no concerts scheduled for the next two weeks, taking a small break in between states.

She had only told Andy, Alex and Drew about her news so far, knowing they would be the most relaxed. Her relationship with Drew had been near non-existent. She had been using him, but when Calum came back into her life, she could barely be in Drew’s arms without comparing them to Calum.

It was cruel of her to do so, so she made the shift to simply friends. Neither of them missed the benefits connection all too much, and their relationship was already friendly enough.

The days moved along faster than expected until she was three day’s out from leaving.

She had planned to break the news to everybody the next day, but she found that the hardest part was already done when a knock sounded on her door.

Calum was bleary eyed. It had been rare for him to be seen without blood vessels visible in his sclera, and he looked no less worse for wear now as he stood at her door.

She stood in shock when the opening revealed his figure. He looked heartbroken, the same as he did in Ashton’s hotel room a few weeks back.

She fought with herself not to embrace him.

“D’you mind if I come in?” His voice was small, making her heart feel smaller.

Her voice wouldn’t work, instead she moved her body aside to make way for his large frame. He was shrunken. His shoulders sagged slightly, his hands clasped together. A clear sign of his nervousness, to Y/N.

She could often read him like a book, and she could see that he was hurting.

She had been looking for a resolution before she left, and she couldn’t help but think that this could be it. Her stomach was vibrating from the force of butterfly wings, and she watched Calum sit carefully on the edge of her bed.

She watched how his eyes fell over the bed, settling on a familiar green blanket. He had gifted it to her a few years back, knowing she hated to use hotel linen. She adored the soft fabric, taking it everywhere when she was in unfamiliar dwellings.

She forced her eyes away from him, clearing her throat to kick her voice box into the right gear.

“What do you need-“

“You’re leaving.” He said, more of a statement than a question. Her eyes grew in size slightly. She had planned to tell them all the next day, so she couldn’t understand how he had come upon the information. “Andy is a big mouth. He can’t keep a secret to save his life. You should see how he acts when he has content that he can share. He’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas.”

He refused to meet her eyes.

“I was planning to tell you all tomorrow. My planes booked for a few days time.” She hadn’t realised that she had folded her arms, her right hand rubbing along her left elbow. “I didn’t want to leave without telling anybody. Without telling you...”

“Like you did last time?” The words were intended to be venomous, but the sniff that followed told her exactly how he was feelings.

However, her anger still flared, “You know why I did what I did.”

He nodded softly, pawing at his eyes gently, turning his head to look out the window of her room. The sun was setting, the horizon mesmerizing.

“When you first left, I was so angry.” His hands were wringing together again. “I started to hate you. I wanted you to be as broken as I was - as I am. But then...” he blinked, a tear slipping down his face as the light of golden hour washed over his sun kissed skin. “Then I wanted you back. I would get drunk, I would sit there with my phone in my hand and want to call you. I wanted to apologize every day that you were gone, but, I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I still don’t deserve you. I’m the one who said those horrible things to you.”

She stepped closer, watching the way his eyes locked on the scenery outside of her window. The picture in front of her was reminiscent of the night in Ashton’s room, except this time Calum is the one who can’t bear to look at her, for fear of breaking.

“I wanted to talk to you before I left.” She spoke honestly, brushing hair away from her eyes. No matter how hard she fought herself, she wouldn’t look away. Who knew when she would see him again, and she was falling in love with the lines of his face all over again. “I wanted to tell you why I was leaving, but... I don’t know, I was scared of telling you why I can’t stay, and finish discussing what we did that night. I couldn’t start the conversation. I guess I am now, because I can’t keep fighting with myself anymore.”

His brows furrowed, his head slowly turning towards her. “What do you mean, Y/N? What conversation?”

Surprising herself, Y/N felt the butterflies disperse. The man in front of her was Calum. Her Calum. Her best friend for years, the man who knew her inside and out. The man who broke her heart, and who pushed her away.

The pain she felt couldn’t be amplified any more. She knew she could live without Calum, but she also knew that every day would be a new kind of pain. She had decided in that moment that she couldn’t make their situation any worse than it was.

“I mean, I love you, Calum. I love you so much that being around you hurts me.” There were no tears, and her eyes were locked on his. The way his face contorted in pain, and the droplets that’s fell down his round cheeks broke her heart, but she couldn’t let her facade fall. She needed to get this out before she left. “What you said the other night, about loving me - I have wanted nothing more than to hear that for so long. But when I finally told you, you rejected me. You did more than that - you made fun of me.”

He was on his feet, face red, eyes bloodshot. “If I could take back every word I said that day, I would in a heartbeat.” His voice was cracking again, she could feel the emotion dripping from him. “Nothing hurts more than when you’re not around. Everyday since we met up again, I wake up and hope that I can do right by you but I know I can never take back what I did. The things I said to you... I hate what I did. I hate that I destroyed something so perfect. Somebody so perfect.”

She felt tears prick at her eyes once again. She wanted to fight it. She didn’t want to spend another night crying over Calum, but the tears weren’t for Calum. They were for the loss she felt. The way she sobbed at night when she wanted nothing more than his presence.

“Don’t, Cal.” She cleared her throat, stepped back. She was retreating in on herself. “Being here, with everyone, it hurts. I spent so long looking for you in somebody else, and now that you’re here, I can barely focus. Every day is like an old wound being reopened. I hear the words you said to me, remember how much it hurt. I just- I can’t be around it anymore,” her voice was a bit higher than a whisper. Neither of them dared to look at the other any longer.

“Moving Along is about you, Y/N,” He sobbed.

It was agony to see him so broken.

He had taken steps towards her and refused to pull her eyes from his face. She wanted to check for any semblance of a lie in his facade. She could read him like a book, and she needed to know his intentions before she chose her next words.

“I have loved you for as long as I have known you, Y/N. I love the way you know nothing about Star Wars, how you’re not afraid to speak your mind. I love you so much that I write countless songs about you. I cant even fucking sleep without thinking of you before. I can’t do anything without remembering the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you fucking do any little thing,” he sobbed again, breathing between his words. “I would do anything, if it means I could have you back in my arms. I would give up all I had, just to see you smile at me again, to tell me that you love me too.”

He walked up to her, hands on either side of her face, forehead against hers. Their heaving breath mixed together, and Y/N fought to keep her cries in.

“Please, Calum,” he felt her tears fall onto his hands. “You can’t want this.”

“I would give up everything, I would leave the band, the public eye, the fans for you. Y/N I would do anything you asked, just to prove to you how much I need you.” He opened his eyes, gauging her reaction. She had pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

She knew it was a horrible decision, but she kept the thought in her mind that she couldn’t make things worse and she pressed her lips against his.

Their tears fell still, the kiss soft and sad. Calum held her face as if he would slip away if not for the feeling if her skin. Her fingers clung onto his shirt so tightly, afraid that he would push her away again.

He pulled away first, eyes still closed. “If you want to leave, then I don’t want to stand in your way. I just need you to know that I have loved you for so long, Y/N, and I will love you for the rest of my life. Nobody will ever mean as much to me as you do, even if you’re not with me.”

It was as if all of the pieces fell into place. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that they had the time to do it. Once again she reminded herself, what could go wrong?

“Come with me.” She stated, more than asked.

“Sweetheart, I can’t-“

“I’m going back home. There’s just over a week until the next show. Come with me, spend some time, just us. If things go well... I’ll one back.”

“And if they don’t? What happens if we can’t get back to us?” He looked hopeful but the fear was hiding deep beneath his chocolate eyes. “I can’t lose you again, Y/N.”

She offered a small smile, raising her smaller hands to wipe the tears still on his cheeks. “Then I guess we will have to make things go well.”

~~~~~

Despite the comfort they shared in her hotel room, the first few days in L.A. were odd. Tense, but Y/N had never felt more at ease than she did in Calum’s house, her spirits hopeful and a smile on his face whenever his eyes fell on her.

By the fifth day, they were dreading returning to the tour. Y/N had decided that she would go back. They had already booked their flights to Chicago, their next stop.

For now, Y/N sat on Calum’s lounge, her eyes glued to the television as she finally allowed herself to watch Star Wars. They were on the third prequel, and Y/N was fighting back tears as she watched Anakin surrender to the dark side.

Calum was laying on his back, his head resting in Y/N’s lap, his gaze focused on her face.

He was following the curve of his nose, the slight swell of her lips as she unconsciously poured at the television. She was mesmerizing.

He couldn’t bring his eyes off of her. He knew that she was going back to the tour with him, but the thought of losing her again was terrifying. She was his oxygen, and he had spent almost a year struggling to breathe.

“If you keep starting at me, I’ll poke you in the eye. This movie is actually decent, stop distracting me.” She grumbled, pouting further when Obi-Wan and Anakin we’re battling.

“I can’t help it. I’ve missed you,” he said without thinking. The past few days had been about honestly, rekindling and catching up. He saw no reason to hold the truth back now.

His words elicited a smile from her, a slight blush peppering her cheeks. “Suck a dick, hood.”

He snorted, “But that’s your job.”

Her fingers were running through his hair absentmindedly; her heart beating fast. This was Calum. Her Calum. The same Calum that knew her inside and out, yet, he still made her nervous.

The last year has been a rollercoaster, but now, she loved him, and he knew, and he loved her as well. He was free from his fear, knowing that nobody else could amount to the woman that Y/N is.

“I love you,” she whispered, casting her eyes down on him. Her smile was small, adorable and it forced a grin to split across Calum’s face.

“I love you,” he answered. He pulled her hand from his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “What do you say to getting some Mexican food and binge watching Friday the 13th with your favourite guy tonight?”

She deadpanned, blinking at the tv screen. “How can I do that? Ashton isn’t in L.A.”

“Fine, no Mexican food for you,” Calum huffed, sitting up and crossing his arms in protest.

Y/N pouted, latching onto him like a koala and peppering kisses onto his cheeks. “Baby, I’m sorry! I need Mexican food!”

It was safe to say, Y/n got Mexican food that night.

Friends with benefits relationships are always the most dangerous. It is so easy to develop feelings, sharing such an intimate part of yourself with a person, both as a friend and a lover.

Sometimes things are rocky; but other times, the benefits outweigh the negatives.

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hi! first off, congrats on the new blog!! i read that misumi piece and i really enjoyed it hehe,, if it's alright, may i request some domestic fluff with kazunari? mayb looking over old photo albums of each other from when they were kids and laughing and telling stories about what happened in the photos? thank you very much and i hope u have a nice day :D

hi!!! this made me so happy 🥺 thank you so much, i hope to keep this blog running for a long time! also, i saw your reblog of my jealousy hcs and i wanted to say thank you for your sweet comments!!! i go back to it whenever i need motivation, you inspire me to keep writing ♡ thank you! i hope to continue making you proud as a writer :D <3

summary: kazunari had to stop living in the past and make new memories outside of his yearbooks with you

author’s note: this is definitely a much happier piece than my others! this was refreshing to write and i treasure it dearly, it’s definitely much more on the humorous side! no angst today, folks!!! (ok just a little, but it’s barely noticeable!)

this is just a little look into a hoarder named kazunari and his sentimental, nostalgic personality ♡ i, myself, am a marie kondo supporter so i love decluttering! if you are a hoarder like kazunari, honestly go you! you keep those knick knacks that remind you of memories! do whatever makes you the happiest :D

word count: 2,151

music: make you mine – public, tongue tied – grouplove (this song is so Kazunari !!!)

nostalgia.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it was that time of year again

kazunari hated spring cleaning with a passion. so what if his art supplies were all over the dorms? he knew where everything was! uh, mostly...

(if you ignore his daily panicked house searches which kept everyone up way too late if he couldn’t locate a very specific paint shade for a big project he definitely procrastinated)

so, it took, so much bribery to get kazunari to even consider cleaning out his entire dorm room

(muku was a very Good Boy and already had his side of the room perfectly dusted and organized)

yes, you had to promise to pose as a model for one of his paintings one day (hopefully, not the type of class you were thinking) (kazunari’s suggestive wink didn’t help)

the thing about kazunari was he was somewhat of a, putting it politely, hoarder

as an extremely sentimental person, it would take the whole mankai company to even force him to throw something away

(“no! it has a special meaning to me! i remember what happened when i got this~” kazunari would whine, holding the useless item between his hands with no intentions to ever look at it again)

so the boys employed you to be kazunari’s rational judgement when cleaning that day

(“please actually make him do something.” sakyo looked like he was on the border of begging; kazunari’s abundance of random knick knacks and shopaholic addiction problem was becoming an issue that affected everyone)

rule #1 of cleaning kazunari’s storage room: don’t open anything because kazunari will become very sentimental and nothing will get gone

so therefore, as a team, you two tackled the rather spotless room. the interior was minimal and modern, just like kazunari liked it with pops of color here and there

(he had one blank white wall and you realized it was the backdrop he used to film all his social media posts [dancing tik toks, fashion #ootds on instagram, daily vlogs on his growing youtube channel])

at first, you were confused where all his stuff went until you opened a closet against his terrible and unconvincing distractions

without time to react, you found yourself buried in tens of books you couldn’t even fathom how it all fit

(“i’ve played way too much tetris.” kazunari would admit later on when asked about his immaculate stacking)

“you’ve got to be kidding me!” you groaned, pushing your head above the surface of book covers that have either never been opened or were way too old to even be functionable

“i’m sorry~ please, forgive me!” kazunari pleaded, immediately pulling you out of his own mess and using all his cuteness to make you roll your eyes fondly at your best friend

you almost started ranting at him about the dangers of taking up too much closet space with useless items before you realized:

wait! stop! he’s trying to get you to forget about throwing these books out! you thought suddenly, crossing your arms as you stared at the pile, trying to figure out how to approach the situation

“you cannot distract me. we are going through this mound and you will be getting rid of something today.” you ordered, seeing his shoulders drop in defeat as he nodded solemnly, but accepting his fate without any arguments. thank god for that

you two bent down and organized all the books into categories. popular photography instruction guides, creative advice columns, and all his past art textbooks kazunari couldn’t sell were put into a seperate group because luckily, they were relevant to his art school

things like old newspapers with funny comics were recycled (you refused to let kazunari read them in fear of invoking some form of nostalgia) (also because he had the whackiest sense of humor ever and would die laughing)

it was going well, until you reached the thickest photo books of them all (you had almost forgotten what you and kazunari’s school mascot was)

but unsurprisingly, kazunari had every single yearbook from each year of his education all the way until his last year in high school piled high to his chest

even he looked somewhat shocked from his mass accumulation from his teen years

“ah! i’m so old now~ look at all this! what else can i do except die?!” kazunari dramatically flopped onto his bed, tired of lifting so much weight. hey! his arms weren’t meant for exercise, he was a painter!

lifting his head to see you were distracted from alphabetically sorting the first section lovingly dubbed, “art shit”, kazunari mischeviously grinned as he leaned down to snatch a random yearbook

flipping to a random page, kazunari smiled as he realized it was the first time he ever met you back in elementary

kazunari sang your name as he sat upwards, having a shit–eating look on his face as he started swinging his legs back and forth

oh no, he was up to something no good, you knew it but humored him anyways

“yes, kazu?” you turned your line of sight to the most horrible picture possible: you with the ugliest haircut in the entire world with kazunari’s black hair taking up the entire photo as you two sheepishly smiled for the camera. it was not a proud moment

okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, you just couldn’t help but shriek at the sight of your hair

“oh my god! you can’t just jumpscare me like that!” you laughed despite yourself. you knew you had to be serious and focused on decluttering, but one look at your past made you remember all the good times before so–called “adulthood”

“look at your hair!” you cackled, reaching up to playfully yank at his mullet as he yelped and lightly smacked your hand away. rubbing the back of his neck, kazunari huffed childishly and pouted like he was back in his youth

“come on! this was the pinnacle moment i realized, i should not be a hair dresser.” kazunari commented, making you remember how you just let a random 8–year–old boy waddle up to you with safety scissors and advertise his salon business like a professional

(yes, you bought into it right away. your teacher had a heart attack when she saw you with a majority of your hair on the floor and kazunari keeping small talk like an actual hair stylist)

thinking back after the haircut incident, you weren’t allowed to chat with the funny class clown anymore as you were forced to wear a hat every day

(it was either that or go completely bald to fix the job kazunari did to your head)

it wasn’t until you received a very creative and colorful apology letter with tons of sad faces drawn with waxy crayons that you snuck out to play with him on the swings in recess

“i can’t believe we became friends because i wanted free hair cuts for the rest of my life.” you added, staring at the picture with a sense of nostalgia. you kinda got where kazunari was coming from, memories were fun to look at every once and a while

at least, eleven years worth of memories after being inseperable from that moment forward

(maybe, you should’ve held onto it, you thought, not knowing that would be the first of many art pieces you would be gifted by him)

kazunari knew he won. excited, he dropped down to lay on his stomach as you leaned against the bed, watching as he thumbed through the pages with ease, leaning his head on yours comfortably

it was rare to find kazunari quiet, he must’ve been like this all the time when going through his stuff, you thought, at peace for once

lazily smiling, kazunari put his finger against your yearbook pictures as he reminisced on the past. something about everyone ever in your grade, how kazunari knew everyone and had a special memory with each person, no matter how big or small

“—and here, the teacher somehow caught a pic of us swinging wayyy too high for kids our age!” kazunari laughed, breaking your train of thought as you snickered at the absolute joy radiating from both your faces as you two competed to see who could reach the clouds

(kazu won. you fell off right after and had to get picked up from your parents after badly scraping your knee. it took another sorry letter and art of you two holding hands with a heart for your parents to forgive kazunari)

“let’s go back.” you interrupted him, making him sit up confused as you swung your keys out from your back pocket. it didn’t take any convincing for kazunari to nod right away and took the elementary yearbook into his arm

you two only had to exchange a secret look before formulating a plan to sneak out, leaving music on from kazunari’s speakers to act like kazunari was still cleaning

you two giggled amongst yourselves before clambering into your car, speeding off and laughing loudly from your successful getaway. the manager was none the wiser!

during the short car ride, you and kazunari played your favorite mixtape of all time

(“you kept this?!” kazunari yelled, giddily bouncing up and down from excitement when he discovered the mixtape stash)

he slipped the disc in as you two yelled along to childhood favorites with the windows rolled down, letting the entire neighborhood know the best duo were back in town

(seriously, there were so many you stashed away in your glove department. all labeled in sharpie with compelling titles connected to the inside jokes only you two found funny)

arriving at the destination, you two exited the vehicle to see the play pen was abandoned as the teaching staff went home for the day

the sun was setting and it felt like the playground was in another rift of time as you approached it, hearing the weak movement of the swings going back and forth on their own. you sat down, holding onto the chains. you hadn’t been back ever since you graduated. it hadn’t changed at all

kazunari opened the elementary yearbook back to the original page, pulling out his tripod and phone he always had on hand in his backpack as he set it up right across the swing set

“what are you doing?” you inquired, tilting your head as he fumbled around pressing different buttons and filters too complex for you to remember

looking up, kazunari grinned as he set a timer for 10 seconds before sprinting back to the swing next to you

“swing contest right now! i bet i could swing higher than you ever could!” kazunari challenged childishly, quickly kicking his legs for the momentum. you narrowed your eyes, refusing to lose as you two laughed over the sound of his phone taking a burst of photos

you realized what he was doing. he was re–creating your memories together

but you turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. you never remembered him looking this, different, in the purple lighting. for a flashing moment, you swore you saw the silhoutte of his black–haired, child self sit next to you before you blinked and saw him. kazunari was the same, just older now

you slowed down your swing by dragging your sneakers against the wood chipped ground. you grabbed both the swings’ chains to hold them together

you didn’t want to live in the past anymore. you wanted to grow up with him, too

“what—” kazunari started, matching your pace before being cut off by your lips against his, the phone going off for one last time

you pulled yourself in close enough just to smile. he smelled the exact same as he did when he discovered cologne for the first time. he never changed

you pulled away first even if he tried leaning forward for more, like he was waiting all these years just for that one moment. like he saw you in the same light, too

“i wanted to do that for years.” you confessed, watching as he took your hand carefully, like he was afraid you were going to leave. for once, he didn’t know what to do, which face to show

“me too...” kazunari agreed, seemingly speechless before straightening his back, like he was about to run away. the hair on your neck stood up, what was he about to do?

“i promise i won’t cut your hair anymore, unless?” kazunari winked dramatically, mimicking the shape of scissors with his fingers as he tried snipping at your hair

he laughed as you shoved him with all your might, hopping off the swing to chase him throughout the school parking lot

now this was a memory kazunari would never throw away, no matter what

(no one thought the two of you escaped until kazunari posted the pics on his instagram, both of you getting a scolding from sakyo this time)

(busted!)

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Language classes

Somehow this became a Lila exposure fic but oh well. It was originally supposed to be about learning languages. I wanted to use a pic from Heart Hunter/Loveater but my access to YouTube is limited in France. So GIFs will have to do.

Marinette is envious that Adrien knows so many languages.

Adrien happily accepts his role as Marinette’s Chinese teacher and their study sessions is unsurprisingly close.

Lila tries to join in but Adrien claims he can’t fit her into his schedule. Chloe wants to interrupt as well, but Adrien is skeptical because of her lack of respect for both Chinese and Japanese culture.

Of course then Lila complains to Gabriel but Adrien points out that his tutor is pleased because his sessions with Marinette are exposing him to Chinese on a more regular basis.

Marinette thanks Adrien by inviting him regularly for her mother’s hearty Chinese cooking for lunch. Adrien is happy to accept.

Marinette asks Kagami to teach her Japanese. Apparently Kagami already knows Chinese. And learning Japanese is a bit easier since Marinette now has a basic grasp on her Chinese.

Anyway, this is a chance for them to bond and also a chance for Marinette to warn Kagami about Lila. That is why Kagami just ignores whatever Lila says. When Tomoe asks her Daughter why she is ignoring that girl, Kagami replies she is a compulsive liar with attention issues and also stalked Adrien and stole her phone number.

Tomoe is alarmed and calls Gabriel to warn him about his new model.

Yeah, in order to appease his business partner, Gabriel cuts Lila’s model career short.

Meanwhile, Adrien and Kagami are introducing Marinette to Sailor Moon.

Marinette also asks her Nona for Italian lessons. Nona is not in Paris right now...but she can give online lessons.

So whenever Lila says something bad about Marinette in Italian, Marinette can sadly understand it, but she also translates what Lila is saying to Adrien in Chinese.

Yeah, basically Marinette and Adrien keep having their own private conversations in Chinese (his tutor is really happy with his progress), sometimes in Japanese.

It drives Lila crazy to see them so close, the only people who know she is lying. She starts crying that she thinks they are badmouthing her because she recognizes a few foreign words of their conversation.

However, Marinette just calmly asks Markov to translate their conversation, which was basically Adrien asking Marinette to hang out.

The girls had been ecstatic to see Adrienette progress but this admittedly left them more exposed to Lila’s manipulations. Still, they defended Marinette and tried to soothe Lila’s anxieties.

One day, Marinette meets an Italian woman outside a restaurant. The woman is attending a business lunch and is waiting for her colleagues.

Marinette strikes up a conversation in Italian.

Marinette: Hello. Are you Italian?

Woman: Hello. Yes, I am. You speak Italian?

Marinette: my grandmother is from Italy and is teaching me the language.

Woman: it is so nice to be able to talk in my mother tongue.

Marinette: it is so nice to practise it with someone! Are you new to Paris?

Woman: More or less. I just arrived here with my daughter.

Marinette: That’s so nice. How are you both settling here?

Woman: Well, everybody is nice. I am so happy my Daughter has made so many new friends. But I am concerned about her education. All these akumatizations have left her studying her lessons online at home.

Marinette is frowning. Isn’t this woman a little too overprotective?

The woman continues. “I’m so happy that the principal has been cured so she can go back to school.”

Marinette is stunned. “Excuse me, but are you telling me that there was an akuma for months and it was your daughter’s principal?”

Woman: Yes. The principal of College Françoise Dupont.

Marinette: I’m sorry but this baffles me. The principal of College Françoise Dupont is Mr Damocles. He is known for having been akumatized into Dark Owl. But that was only for one night.

The woman pauses. Maybe she remembered the name wrongly.

At that moment, Adrien and Kagami arrive to join Marinette for a meal, their treat.

The woman is pensive but brightens up when she sees Adrien. “Oh bonjour.”

Adrien and Kagami: Bonjour.

Woman: Excuse me, but are you Adrien Agreste?

Adrien: Yes, I am. And might I ask what your name is?

Woman: Oh excuse me, my name is Donna Rossi. You, of course, know my daughter, Lila.

The three friends smile stiffly.

Adrien: Yes, I know Lila.

Woman: Oh there’s no need to be so formal. You’re dating my daughter after all, we’re practically family. Lila already told me all about you. I feel as though we already know each other.

Adrien is taken aback. Kagami stares at the poor woman. Marinette chokes.

Adrien: I’m sorry, Mrs Rossi. But I believe you are mistaken. I’m not dating Lila. She’s just my classmate. (He refuses to claim their friendship when he’s alone with his real friends who know the truth)

Donna blinks. She stares at Adrien, then at the girl who corrected her belief about the months-long Akuma at her school. Finally she looks at Kagami and says, “Oh forgive me. I must have misheard my Daughter (Donna knows she didn’t.) But please allow me to ask one more question. What is your opinion of Ladybug?”

Kagami blinks. This woman is oblivious. “She and Chat Noir are our heroes. They stop every villain in a single day. Surely you’ve seen our parade for them on Heroes day? After all, Ladybug, Chat Noir and her team had defeated an entire army. It was all over the news.”

Donna felt faint. Yes, she did know about that battle. It was when Lila told her that her principal had been saved.

Donna’s business partners had arrived. But Donna felt faint and woozy. “Excuse me, I need a moment.”

So while the teenagers stared after her in disbelief and concern, Donna went to the powder room to collect her thoughts.

Once was happenstance. Maybe the girl was confusing her school for another with a similar name.

Twice was coincidence. Maybe that model was a playboy and she needed to warn Lila.

Thrice was enemy action. Lila is lying to her!

Donna smoothed her appearance and pinched some color into her cheeks. She headed back out to join her colleagues for their meal.

Throughout her lunch, Donna could see the students out of the corner of her eye, sneaking glances at her surreptitiously. She wondered if they thought she was a horrible and gullible parent. Donna certainly did.

Little did they know that Donna had already arranged for an appointment with the principal. She had asked him to keep it from her daughter because she wanted to surprise her. The Owl happily complied.

So while Lila was having her lessons, somewhat curious as to why Adrien and Marinette keep peeking back at her, Donna and Damocles were hashing out what lies have they been told by Lila.

When Donna is told about Marinette’s expulsion, she demands to see footage of the incident. The principal is sheepish as he never really thought about looking through the security cameras.

What they find is shocking.

Go further back to Lila’s time as Chameleon and Donna has truly fainted.

Damocles revives her. He waits until she has recovered before sadly informing her that her Daughter will have to be expelled and the police notified.

Donna is shaken and agrees.

The police interrupt the class to arrest Lila. She tries to protest but her mother appears and exposes all her lies.

The class is horrified.

Lila is taken away.

Hawkmoth senses her anger but Marinette and Adrien ask to be excused so they can watch out for akumas.

Lila actually makes the news but not in a way she wanted.

Gabriel makes a statement that they were unaware of her true nature.

The class apologizes to Marinette. She forgives them.

Later, Marientte, Kagami and Adrien have a celebratory meal and toast the exposure of their common enemy. Though they admittedly feel sorry for Donna, it’s better that she knew the truth about her daughter.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Until the Flavor's Gone (16/?) (Biadore) - Kitschy Pixel

A/N: So. It’s been awhile, hey there, hi there, and hello. Now, here’s the deal of what is going down. This is not the original chapter 16 that I planned to give you guys and this chapter was not the chapter that I’ve been laboriously toiling away at for… an ungoldly number of months.

What happened was, the original chapter 16 was starting to climb into the 20 page mark. So for the sake of just about everyone, I had to split it up, and for the sake of giving you guys an update – I’m posting it now and I think I can promise you guys that you won’t be waiting another seven months for chapter 17. I hope you all can forgive me. Feel free to wander to my sideblog @kitschypixel and let me hear about it.

In this chapter, Danny deals with where they are now, Roy texts the wrong person, and Shane becomes the only audience to the mess that’s on the horizon – for now.

Warnings for language, sexually suggestive text messages, excessive alcoholism, and everyone’s a tease. Including me.

Chapter 16

In the months following Danny’s return from New York, he and Roy barely spoke. Danny blamed a busy schedule, but there was an inexplicable bitterness that still clung onto his chest that he didn’t want to acknowledge. They’d left on good terms, he reasoned, so it shouldn’t be there.

“It’s that one rejection,” Shane remarked off hand as Danny reclined on his couch and tried to describe said feeling to someone who wasn’t himself, “Not to say that you’re the type to be mad at someone for saying ‘no’ to sex, it’s just the principle of the thing. You’re used to him giving you what you want…”

“Thanks a lot, Jiminy,” Danny drawled out, scowling a little at the thought, “So why do I still care? I mean… we talked about the whole thing. It should be good now.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a moral judgement, so that doesn’t make me your conscience. But, if we’re going to bring it up, I am far more qualified to be one than a cricket – who was horrible at his job to begin with, I might add! – and, my dear Danny, you don’t actually need me to explain to you why you still care, because you already know. You just don’t want to admit just how much you still crave his approval because that’s scary.”

“And you say you’d a better conscience than Jiminy…”

“I would be! Have you even watched that movie? Jiminy was promoted to conscience simply by being at the right place and the right time. Also? I’m right. You just need to listen to me better.”

“I don’t have anything to prove to him.”

“And you are absolutely right, now you just got to believe that.”

Danny started singing When You Wish Upon a Star in response, mumbling over the words that he didn’t know, laughing at Shane’s glare in his direction all the while. The song dissolved into a mess of giggles and Danny curled up on his side, staring off into space for a minute before he pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“You think he’s dating that guy who keeps popping up in his feed?”

“Oh, totally. They are definitely fucking…” Shane tilted his head tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair. “You okay with that?”

“Honestly?” Danny hummed and pressed his fingers to his lip, a ghost of a smile dancing there before he turned back to Shane. “I really am. I mean… good for him, you know?” He waited a moment to see if that bitterness moved from his chest to bleed into what he was saying. There was a slight sense of relief when it didn’t. “Hey… if he can find someone, there’s hope for me, right?”

“There’s hope for us all!” Shane held his arms out wide in a dramatic gesture before grinning and settling back into his seat with a wistful sigh, crinkling his nose a little at nothing in particular. “Is it bad taste to start a betting pool on how long this is going to last?”

“Yup. How much do you have in it?”

“Ten.”

“Twenty.”

“High roller.”

“Let Courtney make out with me on camera in a hot tub and you could be too.”

Shane snorted before he reached over to search for his drink. “Is that your master plan? Peddle thinly veiled soft core lesbian porn as a music video for popularity?”

Danny grinned a bit, “Why not? It worked for Britney and Madonna,” he quipped before he crawled over to the side of the couch that was closer to where Shane was sitting, eyes wide and pout ready. “And it’ll only work if you say ye~es…” He cocked his head to the side and offered a wide grin, “ Come on, You know you want to be a skank with me.”

Shane tapped his chin with a thoughtful expression and his eyes twinkled with mischief before he hummed, “Is it going to be tasteful?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I’m in!”

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The first text Danny got from Roy was about a week after Jump the Gun made its debut on Youtube, and he was about 90% sure that it wasn’t meant for him.

I’m fucking you so hard when I get there, you asshole.

Maybe 98%. Either way, he was not about to let the opportunity to give Roy shit for something pass, so he carefully considered his response before finally typing out,

Wow. Promise? Let me buy a ticket real quick and I’ll meet you.

There was a predictably long pause and Danny continued to check his phone periodically for the inevitable response. He was getting caught up in a vortex of Youtube hell when his phone finally buzzed beside him. He smirked at the reply.

That wasn’t for you.

Simplistic, definitive, and without further explanation – classic and in no way acceptable. He knew Roy knew it too, because there was a long sigh when Roy answered the follow-up phone call.

“You could have just texted me.”

“And miss hearing your sex voice? No chance in hell,” Danny grinned at the cracks in Roy’s softer than normal words, “Is he still there?”

“No. He just left.”

“Damn. No cuddle clause in your dating arrangements either?”

“Fuck off, we both have work in the morning,” the finality in his voice meant that Danny would have to try a lot harder than usual to pry anything further from him on that particular subject, so he opted not to try tonight. Instead, he let Roy take the lead. “So what’d you need?”

“Nothing, really,” Danny admitted, “Just needed to give you shit. Why does he get dirty text messages and not me?”

“We’re dating.”

“Rude. Does he get all your best dick pics too?” Danny laughed at the repeated ‘fuck off’ before he set his laptop aside to pick at the pilling on his sheets like some nervous school girl. He chewed on his lip before he finally spoke up again, “You know… I kind of missed hearing from you,” he managed. That bitter feeling, the one he’d been toting since he got back home, began to squirm a little, making his heart jump a few times. There was a pause and Danny waited anxiously for some kind of response to fill in the silent spaces. There was an uplifting hitch in the sigh that followed – a kind of half formed chuckle let out in a breath.

“Yeah,” he croaked before clearing his throat, “Shut up,” he remarked, cutting off Danny’s snickering, “Things kind of got… serious. Sorry.”

Danny bit back the snarky ‘no shit’ and kept the flippant ‘I figured’ from rolling off his tongue. Instead, he replied with a blissful, “Don’t be. You actually look happy.”

“And what about you?”

“Me? I’m…” A small smile started to curl as Danny pressed his lips together. He could feel his cheeks burn, which was a bit absurd, but no one was around to see it so he didn’t really care. “Can I get back to you on that?” His voice had pitched higher towards the end and he felt a bit giddy.

“Mmmhm… yeah, sure. Just enjoy yourself, kid.”

“Oh gross, don’t do that. It makes you sound old.”

The serenity broke with a cackle and Danny could hear the smile through the phone, “Fucking bitch.”

They chatted lightly before the conversation slowly petered out and left them with nothing left than to say ‘goodbye’. When they hung up, Danny shifted a few time, pressing his fingers just below his sternum to settle the butterflies that began to rustle around in his gut as he stared at his phone and opened up a freshly saved contact from the other night.

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It was easy to talk to Roy when everything was fine. They didn’t talk everyday (they didn’t have time) but when they did it was nice. It was normal.

When things became decidedly less fine and then spiraled down into absolutely miserable for Danny, talking to Roy wasn’t easy anymore. In fact, Danny found it downright agonizing. That leftover bit of bitterness that held onto his chest for months – the one that didn’t grow or begin to bite, just sat there benign but incredibly present – felt like it had lumped and hardened. He’d stopped following him on social media. Just for now. So it wouldn’t get worse and turn to jealousy as he saw Roy still be happy.

Hey, are you okay?

Danny hadn’t replied for fear of lying – or worse, telling the absolute truth and having Roy try desperately to turn it into a joke to make him smile. Instead, he clung to Shane in some kind of blind desperation to stay emotionally afloat. So far, it was allowed and led to Danny, curled up pathetically on Shane’s couch, consistently losing track of the drink that he never put down to begin with.

But Shane was beginning to start to grow a little weary from playing babysitter as he watched his friend stumble from the casual drinking, into the deeper the pits of alcoholism and whatever else Danny was finding comfort in these days. Don’t judge, he reminded himself, you’re not his moral compass. This had become his mantra whenever they spent time together.

He nudged Danny with his foot to see if he’d passed out yet. There was a drowsy ‘mmmm?’ in response.

“You know, he’s been asking me about you. He almost seems worried. It’s… weird.”

“Who?” Danny muttered as he tried to blink himself into some kind of semblance of consciousness.

“Your long distance husband.”

“Ugh…” He would have rolled his eyes if the thought of it hadn’t made him feel dizzy. “Shut up… we never acted married.”

“By whose definition?” Shane challenged. It wasn’t fair. Danny was at least six drinks ahead of Shane, which made it harder for him to argue. He settled on a weak ‘we didn’t’ as he tried to throw a decorative pillow at Shane and missed. Shane stared at the offending pillow for a minute before picking it up and holding it to his chest, looking thoughtful as he replied, “Well I would say ‘dad’… but given your history, that’s a bit gross.”

Danny erupted in what was probably his first giggle fit of the evening as he scrunched up his face and exclaimed a long, drawn out ‘ewwww’ and Shane replied in kind with a grimace, “Though I suppose making the comparison of spouse and parent similar is concerning within itself….”

“Oh my god, shut up…” Danny groaned as Shane quipped something about if Roy were there, he’d make a joke about it being kinky. He mimed gagging before waving his arms to try to get Shane to cease talking. “Ugh! No! All of that! No to all fucking that!” Danny flopped back and pressed his palms into his eyes, thinking the conversation was over before it was finally placed back on the tracks it’d derailed from when Shane quietly asked,

“So what do I tell him?”

“Huh?” Danny squinted a little as he tried to remember what they were talking about before he sighed heavily and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling, “Oh… right… fuck.” He wiped his hand across his eyes before waving the whole thing off. “I’m fine.”

With a quiet, ‘right, okay’, Shane let the subject drop. His hands fidgeted for a moment before he finally picked up his phone, the wheels turning in his head a fraction slower, but still enough for him to start a plan.

I think I’m going to need your help soon.

He hit send and waited, tapping short nails on the back of his phone as he watched Danny just curl up on himself, trying to cocoon into his jacket without much luck. The minutes rolled by before finally, there was a reply.

What’s going on?

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #bianca del rio #courtney act #biadore #au #alternate meeting au #mild angst #crude language #sexually suggestive language #alcohol use #mentions of potential drug abuse #kitschy pixel #flavor #utfg #submission #queen au

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creepykingdom · 8 years

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I Tricked My Mom Into Riding Tower of Terror!

On January 2, 2017 Disney California Adventure closed down The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror forever. Although the original full version of the attraction still exists at Walt Disney World in Florida, many Disneyland locals are sad to see DCA’s tower have it’s final check out. Creepy Kingdom contributor and Foolish Mortals social media ghoul Little Nikki shares her favorite Tower of Terror memory.

(Little Nikki in the front row with Stitch on her lap with her terrified Mother to her left)

My gawd, this pic was taken on July 26, 2006. Ten and a half years have flown past, and I've probably ridden Twilight Zone Tower of Terror a couple hundred times since that day, and every time I've ridden it, I've giggled as this moment as the memory passes through my mind.

Growing up poor meant my family didn't go to Disneyland nearly as often as I'd like, and while I've remedied that bump in the road these days by living 8 miles south of Disneyland ON Harbor Blvd, my mom still doesn't get to go very often. I love taking my mom to D, and on this particular day, I took her to Disney California Adventure for the first time.

DISCLAIMER: my family is a group of people that are sarcastic to an extreme and we love to torment each other.

Mom was having a great day seeing DCA for the first time, and I told her that I couldn't wait to take her on this ride, that she would love the detailed architecture, and love the elements of Twilight Zone worked into the ride. As she got close enough to have a good look at the outside facade, she grew intrigued, and the closer we got, and then once we were finally in the queue, I pointed out details, as she ooh'd and aah'd. She finally asked, "Nikki, what kind of ride is this?" "Oh look at that detail Mom!" Distraction after distraction, I spent roughly an hour not telling her what kind of ride she was about to go on, because...

...My mom HATES thrill rides!!! (Except Space Mountain because it's dark and she can't see what's happening, and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad because the engine prevents her from seeing the track ahead)

Yes, I'm that daughter, the one that will scare the bananas out of her mom for a laugh.

As we entered the section where you're placed into the lines that will allow you to enter the elevators, and Mom asked again about the type of ride, some 'helpful' individual thought they'd be friendly and was about to ruin the surprise. I shut that conversation down fast, got my mom buckled in, and waited...

The room went dark, the elevator moved, and up we went. My mom waving in unison with the rest of the victims, er, um, riders, as the special effects took over; up, up, up we went. The doors opened, the camera flashed, the cage bounced and whooooosh! Darkness! The effect of the second elevator mechanism under the cage pulling us down faster than gravity would have done naturally, and the realization that my Mom, who is buckled in next to me, with those little 'oh s**t' handles between our seats, has somehow managed to get her legs onto my lap, and her torso and head behind me, with her arms wrapped around me, screaming for dear life,has me laughing like an evil toddler! As we hit the bottom, she attempted to regain composure to no avail as we immediately started back up to the top for our second drop. I can hear her cussing me out, telling me what a rotten child I am, and I can hear myself laughing...how the hell is she sitting in my lap while simultaneously still locked into her own seat?! I call shenanigans!

After a couple more drops, the door opens, freeing my poor Mommie; and I have the pleasure of watching her laugh at her adventure while she's cursing my name, telling me I suck for doing that to her, and asking if we can go on it again. As we exit through the lobby/gift shop, I take her to see out picture. As luck would have it, we had been seated front row, and it made for a perfect memory of the day, and I easily convinced her to buy it.

She will never forgive me for the sneak attack, and she loves telling that story to anyone that will listen! Every trip after that, she asked to go on ToT, then tried to back out; but in the end, I always won, and she'd go on it again, telling the people in queue with us the story of that horrible day, the day her evil daughter did that to her. That day lives in infamy.

As for my love of the ride, while I do enjoy the drops, I think I love the look of the ride, the Hollywood backlot, the storyline, the glitz and the glamour of Old Hollywood and its painstakingly created decay more than the mechanical part of the ride. That whole area, which is like a mini version of Disney's Hollywood Studios at Walt Disney World in Florida is heaven to me; so much so that my husband and I had a couple wedding pics taken in front of it. As Disneyland makes "progress," I mourn the loss of that are of the park; more changes are coming that will undo the Old Hollywood feel of the area, a part of the park that truly captures the California portion of the parks name.

#blogposts #Tower of Terror

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la-mise-en-abime · 5 years

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Big thing in her head

Being controlled by other people

Parenting someone

Contradicting behaviour- want to be manipulated hate black people but go and get whipped by a black domknatrix wtf

Draw the scene what shape is it

Not being aware of yourself

Accidents take you out of it-shots

How is she Breathing

First time things like an eating sitting on lap

Getting used to shit

Watching the thing you are reacting to on the x camera thing so you can imagine it

Mimicking people you like

Sounding like them

Picking up things of them

The way they speak

Creating memories

The past of the characters

Doing an action to go into it -cleaning or imagining

Holding the intensity

Character having an orgasm

Record writing Elijah last night poem

CLOUD

Transformation exercises

Things going wrong - the wrong music- having to do the routine again because the audience saw you do it but getting more and more tired

Funny noises made up language

Copying each other

Kareoke

The same themes from the last show- extending the beauty pageant

Date and divorce

Sexy eating grapes -how many you can fit in your mouth competition friends

Oucha on stage - cooking with fat mans suits - sugah daddy- zute suit stand up Nigerian business man

Need to be out Down

Stop hitting self and brain tumour

Lion king

Never explaining shit

Football kit and sexual abuse socks

Old people exercise

Boxing sounds

Come in a plastic bag

Amish sexy latex like barn rave dance with cloud dance to heavy rave music in barn

Play sexy games- spanking monologue! Fuck we never did that!!! Drinking water nothing - experience and

Me stand up

Vag bands vaginal mucus at dinner and breast milk obsessed

Impressions of icecream - a tree -my cat and go into the audience - death impression-

Windows

Jew I. South London

Nits for 7 years - Hoover

Dog story

Me tallulah dog name

Sign eminem -slowed down and sped up

Maid on tube

Quite scientific-and glassy eyed-humping- Saudi arabia dad head cutting off-need more joke at the end

-my names tallulah-puppys

Dead mum jokes -missing limb for tiger-elongate

-nits for 7 years- I live here

-Gonna do an impression of my cat -audience member-talking while being a cat or humping-about brexit - 'are we in or out of europe' recipie - totally ignoring it

Really hate dogs ratty fucking dog -dog piece - making them feel uncomfortable

Vaginal mucus? More dad jokes - Saudis Arabia- his quotes-video cameras-have you been outside today- dead body in america

I recently sold my soul to the devil

My boyfriend had a boob job the other day-

Russian woman act- cooking the soup-lip sync

See how many grapes I can fit in my mouth-

Get someone to feed me baby food- kink but also about food and giving advice about never trusting anyone!

Falling up the stairs like Jonty lol his impressions

On the way there,bones and lil Wayne yes plz- forgot to use the low microphone thing like red riding hood children lift Hamilton complex

Loud game boy soundtrack lol

Aestheic kink

How to - like a sexy one - maybe-kill a rabbit sexy clothes- pretty lame

Breathing in out panic monologue

It was glass instead of name

Mouth obsession is OK speaking faster

Fleas and dust mites movement

Fuck me through he eye sockets - file market telling me to go away and would he kill me saying it quite

-Voice like translator having a break down

Sitting speaking g and p-like breakfast-allows them to say mad things to each other

Sexy pepper spray

Scream strip and anti atrip

Random segments

And explaining what happened they did narrating

Hair dryer misting gloves ? For dance and stop and ask them hat they think about the world?

Vial of tears- I was seeing if he was crying from the play in the dark but he wasn't

Mundain it's hurtttts

Weird things like microphone and noises making them WAIT

Injuries

Honesty

Not explaining

See and hear

Sex with flies

Flyyyyy rap dancing !

Totally quiet and dark

Bag and happy birthday- Morgan -

Thank you random stranger for letting me remember myself

Shud of taken a pic of you! -school boy q and French guy

Boundaries

Bury placenta- cooking wife

Millais people Indonesia

Changing name becoming a person or a change in life stage

Dualist interchanging

Aunty - harmful

Romanian orphans

Shorts ! Film from Charlie

Lost yourself to dance

What I imagine basic birches do after a facial

Lucian male friends ! Isaac!

Policing boyfriends

Auditioned for tallulah

Menial tasks

Nits for 7 years

Dog impression

More about my dad

Creepy man smoking out ass

Automated voice

The thing you say catch phrase

Trying shit out in conversation u know

Horrible characters

Under prepared

Anonymously

Shorts nights

Briefs

Didn't know they wanted to be writers- so went through directing and producing

Unpretentiously about theatre

Drunken parties

Briefs for performers in the nights I curate!

Audience experience! The mans monologues! Awesome! Participation and one on one

Applications take the sick out of it

Diy

Don't ask for permission

Who do you want to work with? Jack Thorne !!!!! Fuckkkk!

Robot girlfriend

Polymaths

The black hole of writing

Dramaturge with young vic and a company to write what we say

Not explaining anything!

Don't apologise

Totally unfinished

Trying shit

Ask them not answer them

Watch the Lucy McCormick thing - things that you enjoy

Mad ideas!!!!!!!!!!!! Do them

Spam email monologue lip syncs

Different angles

Don't specialise so early

Bully each other to do it ! Always write a fucking monologue cloud!

Believing other people

Crack it in an afternoon u see

Awkward laughing wrong place

Fucking up the tec

Boring explanatory shit from misha-fuck off

Forgive yourself

Don't make things for the audience

You don't know why your making it - it's a subconscious thing -ask him to direct me!

Playing my father I think in a suit with balloons

Fuck offffffff ponsy cunts

Don't compromise ur gut and they want unto subvert their expectations

Don't know the answer

Old age dress yes please

What journey is she going on what's she thinking about

My responsibility he's just the middle man

Cannibal cake off chest yum

Not arting it

Fast paced

Unnatural reactions are great don't go with the television type structure

Autistic

Doesn't know she's being funny

Always back to the Jonty scene

U wot mate

Childish gambino

Like a play go with the intention from before

Pissed off from something else

Bully

Swang part two

Amish the revival

That's not my vibe part 2

The killing part 1

Allapesia

Lamb chop part 1

Not up my alley

Oucha part 1 (the soup)

Disclaimer

Borcht

Fizz wizz

Don't hate the sinner not the sin

Mr spatulas fun half hour/returns

Kitchen implement !!

V gentials interlude

Slug prom

Last meal

Luxury Carpark

Jewish chronicle feat me spatula

Spit the beast

Taste the meat -

Corporate funding

Pedestrian crossing

French stick

Bath mat

Interview with me spatula

Ruff ruff

Self made slug

Slugs for sale

Pedestrian fetish(a fetish for pedestrians)

Born alone, Die alone Interval

Dim Sum for the lonely

Waiting room

Airport toilet

Misty conveyer belt

High Maintenance conveyer belt

safe space ( the Hanukkah panto)

Safe space for men

Safe space (the Revival)

Earlobe intuition

Fried Chicken (Interlude)

Self entitled

Southern belle (the lecture)

Cry me a puddle

Shallow intuition

Shallow

Teach me how to party wall

Teach me how to concrete

Teach my how to Landscape garden

Lady Garden the musical

LoveCunt

Traumatised dumpling

Chicken dumpling for your thoughts

Pedelo for your thoughts

The crutch

The gooch (yours mine and ours)

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escalatorslide · 5 years

Text

Big thing in her head

Being controlled by other people

Parenting someone

Contradicting behaviour- want to be manipulated hate black people but go and get whipped by a black domknatrix wtf

Draw the scene what shape is it

Not being aware of yourself

Accidents take you out of it-shots

How is she Breathing

First time things like an eating sitting on lap

Getting used to shit

Watching the thing you are reacting to on the x camera thing so you can imagine it

Mimicking people you like

Sounding like them

Picking up things of them

The way they speak

Creating memories

The past of the characters

Doing an action to go into it -cleaning or imagining

Holding the intensity

Character having an orgasm

Record writing Elijah last night poem

CLOUD

Transformation exercises

Things going wrong - the wrong music- having to do the routine again because the audience saw you do it but getting more and more tired

Funny noises made up language

Copying each other

Kareoke

The same themes from the last show- extending the beauty pageant

Date and divorce

Sexy eating grapes -how many you can fit in your mouth competition friends

Oucha on stage - cooking with fat mans suits - sugah daddy- zute suit stand up Nigerian business man

Need to be out Down

Stop hitting self and brain tumour

Lion king

Never explaining shit

Football kit and sexual abuse socks

Old people exercise

Boxing sounds

Come in a plastic bag

Amish sexy latex like barn rave dance with cloud dance to heavy rave music in barn

Play sexy games- spanking monologue! Fuck we never did that!!! Drinking water nothing - experience and

Me stand up

Vag bands vaginal mucus at dinner and breast milk obsessed

Impressions of icecream - a tree -my cat and go into the audience - death impression-

Windows

Jew I. South London

Nits for 7 years - Hoover

Dog story

Me tallulah dog name

Sign eminem -slowed down and sped up

Maid on tube

Quite scientific-and glassy eyed-humping- Saudi arabia dad head cutting off-need more joke at the end

-my names tallulah-puppys

Dead mum jokes -missing limb for tiger-elongate

-nits for 7 years- I live here

-Gonna do an impression of my cat -audience member-talking while being a cat or humping-about brexit - 'are we in or out of europe' recipie - totally ignoring it

Really hate dogs ratty fucking dog -dog piece - making them feel uncomfortable

Vaginal mucus? More dad jokes - Saudis Arabia- his quotes-video cameras-have you been outside today- dead body in america

I recently sold my soul to the devil

My boyfriend had a boob job the other day-

Russian woman act- cooking the soup-lip sync

See how many grapes I can fit in my mouth-

Get someone to feed me baby food- kink but also about food and giving advice about never trusting anyone!

Falling up the stairs like Jonty lol his impressions

On the way there,bones and lil Wayne yes plz- forgot to use the low microphone thing like red riding hood children lift Hamilton complex

Loud game boy soundtrack lol

Aestheic kink

How to - like a sexy one - maybe-kill a rabbit sexy clothes- pretty lame

Breathing in out panic monologue

It was glass instead of name

Mouth obsession is OK speaking faster

Fleas and dust mites movement

Fuck me through he eye sockets - file market telling me to go away and would he kill me saying it quite

-Voice like translator having a break down

Sitting speaking g and p-like breakfast-allows them to say mad things to each other

Sexy pepper spray

Scream strip and anti atrip

Random segments

And explaining what happened they did narrating

Hair dryer misting gloves ? For dance and stop and ask them hat they think about the world?

Vial of tears- I was seeing if he was crying from the play in the dark but he wasn't

Mundain it's hurtttts

Weird things like microphone and noises making them WAIT

Injuries

Honesty

Not explaining

See and hear

Sex with flies

Flyyyyy rap dancing !

Totally quiet and dark

Bag and happy birthday- Morgan -

Thank you random stranger for letting me remember myself

Shud of taken a pic of you! -school boy q and French guy

Boundaries

Bury placenta- cooking wife

Millais people Indonesia

Changing name becoming a person or a change in life stage

Dualist interchanging

Aunty - harmful

Romanian orphans

Shorts ! Film from Charlie

Lost yourself to dance

What I imagine basic birches do after a facial

Lucian male friends ! Isaac!

Policing boyfriends

Auditioned for tallulah

Menial tasks

Nits for 7 years

Dog impression

More about my dad

Creepy man smoking out ass

Automated voice

The thing you say catch phrase

Trying shit out in conversation u know

Horrible characters

Under prepared

Anonymously

Shorts nights

Briefs

Didn't know they wanted to be writers- so went through directing and producing

Unpretentiously about theatre

Drunken parties

Briefs for performers in the nights I curate!

Audience experience! The mans monologues! Awesome! Participation and one on one

Applications take the sick out of it

Diy

Don't ask for permission

Who do you want to work with? Jack Thorne !!!!! Fuckkkk!

Robot girlfriend

Polymaths

The black hole of writing

Dramaturge with young vic and a company to write what we say

Not explaining anything!

Don't apologise

Totally unfinished

Trying shit

Ask them not answer them

Watch the Lucy McCormick thing - things that you enjoy

Mad ideas!!!!!!!!!!!! Do them

Spam email monologue lip syncs

Different angles

Don't specialise so early

Bully each other to do it ! Always write a fucking monologue cloud!

Believing other people

Crack it in an afternoon u see

Awkward laughing wrong place

Fucking up the tec

Boring explanatory shit from misha-fuck off

Forgive yourself

Don't make things for the audience

You don't know why your making it - it's a subconscious thing -ask him to direct me!

Playing my father I think in a suit with balloons

Fuck offffffff ponsy cunts

Don't compromise ur gut and they want unto subvert their expectations

Don't know the answer

Old age dress yes please

What journey is she going on what's she thinking about

My responsibility he's just the middle man

Cannibal cake off chest yum

Not arting it

Fast paced

Unnatural reactions are great don't go with the television type structure

Autistic

Doesn't know she's being funny

Always back to the Jonty scene

U wot mate

Childish gambino

Like a play go with the intention from before

Pissed off from something else

Bully

Swang part two

Amish the revival

That's not my vibe part 2

The killing part 1

Allapesia

Lamb chop part 1

Not up my alley

Oucha part 1 (the soup)

Disclaimer

Borcht

Fizz wizz

Don't hate the sinner not the sin

Mr spatulas fun half hour/returns

Kitchen implement !!

V gentials interlude

Slug prom

Last meal

Luxury Carpark

Jewish chronicle feat me spatula

Spit the beast

Taste the meat -

Corporate funding

Pedestrian crossing

French stick

Bath mat

Interview with me spatula

Ruff ruff

Self made slug

Slugs for sale

Pedestrian fetish(a fetish for pedestrians)

Born alone, Die alone Interval

Dim Sum for the lonely

Waiting room

Airport toilet

Misty conveyer belt

High Maintenance conveyer belt

safe space ( the Hanukkah panto)

Safe space for men

Safe space (the Revival)

Earlobe intuition

Fried Chicken (Interlude)

Self entitled

Southern belle (the lecture)

Cry me a puddle

Shallow intuition

Shallow

Teach me how to party wall

Teach me how to concrete

Teach my how to Landscape garden

Lady Garden the musical

LoveCunt

Traumatised dumpling

Chicken dumpling for your thoughts

Pedelo for your thoughts

The crutch

The gooch (yours mine and ours)

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gabbygumswrites · 6 years

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Of Cats and Dogs - A Dan and Phil Fanfiction

Of Cats and Dogs - Chapter 7: The Coat Argument

Fandom: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil (Phandom)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Pets, Cats, Dogs, Original Characters, Bromance

Summary: Dan gets roped into taking care of his friend's dog. And somehow Phil manages to get hold of a cat. This can only mean chaos.

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CHAPTER 7: The Coat Argument

“What the eff is this?”

Phil really couldn’t understand why Dan sounded so surprised, looking at him with his eyebrows drawn together warily.

“Dan, it’s minus ten degrees outside!” Phil said and threw the amazon carton on the floor. “We simply cannot let Ivy walk bare-pawed in these temperatures!”

He picked up one of the four tiny boots lying in his lap. They couldn’t exactly be called boots, but rather fur-lined slippers. Phil tilted the boot this way and that way, inspecting the dark-blue velvet on the outside, and the off-white faux fur on the inside. The sole of the boot was made of a rubbery material that reminded Phil a lot of Ivy’s paws.

Dan still had that frown on his face, but he had put away his phone and turned to face Phil on the sofa. Ivy was lying at their feet, munching away on a treat that Sara had left the other day.

Dan snatched one of the other boots and looked at it. “I guess you’re having a point.” He threw the boot back into Phil’s lap and pointed at the pile next to Phil. “That does not explain this.”

“Well, you cannot wear boots without wearing a coat,” Phil said and picked up the matching little coat. It looked so comfy, Phil actually felt a little bit envious of Ivy.

Dan pursed his lips. “Okay. And what is this?” He picked up the garishly red pile with two fingers.

“I didn’t want Sammy to be jealous?” Phil said, uncertain. It did look cuter on the picture.

Dan detangled the mess of coarse velvet, which gave off pieces of red fluff. Phil might have to brush through it before he could put it on Sammy.

“How the hell did you think it was a good idea to buy this?” Dan exclaimed, horrified, looking at the two pieces in his hands. It was a little red jacket, trimmed with white fur, and a matching bobble-hat. “You bought a fricking Santa outfit for a cat in January.”

Phil snatched the little outfit from Dan’s hands, hugging it protectively to his chest. “It was the only thing on amazon that I could find!”

“It’s January,” Dan said again, his eyes wide. “What the hell do you plan to do with this?”

“Err, put it on Sammy?”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “I want to see you try. I bet he really doesn’t like to be put into a coat. Not even if it looked nice.”

Phil raised his chin and gave Dan a challenging look. “I bet he’ll love it.”

Dan met his gaze, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Bet you the last packet of mini-marshmallows that you can’t even put it on.”

“I bet I can even take a cute photo on top,” Phil said and stretched out his hand.

“Deal,” Dan said and they shook hands, their gazes far more serious than the occasion warranted. But then again, it was mini-marshmallows. Mini-marshmallows were a serious business, as far as Phil was concerned.

“Sammy, come back down here!” Phil bellowed. Sammy hissed at him. Phil sighed and turned to look for a chair to get that damn cat down again.

He really didn’t have a clue how Sammy had managed to climb up their board game shelf in the sitting room. How on earth did Sammy manage to climb up those cardboard boxes that would topple over when you only looked at them the wrong way? Phil had no idea. Then again, cats had nine lives and telepathic superpowers when it came to dinner times, so he wasn’t all that astounded that Sammy was able to climb to impossible heights and precarious grounds.

Sammy was sitting on top of the shelf, cowering into the corner. His ears were flat against his head, tail swishing, emitting a continuous low growl. He was watching Phil’s every move through tiny slits. He was wearing the red fluffy coat; the tiny bobble hat, however, had been lost in the fight Phil had with the cat.

Phil walked into the kitchen to retrieve one of the chairs. When he grabbed the handles he got a good look at his arms. He cursed under his breath and walked back into the sitting room.

Stupid Sammy. Stupid, stupid Sammy.

Phil had successfully put Ivy in her coat – and gosh, she looked so damn adorable in it, Phil might have actually died. He had been fawning over her and taking several pictures while Dan had put on his own coat.

Phil had scrolled through his camera roll, trying to choose the best one to post on instagram. They had all looked so damn cute that Phil had had a hard time choosing just one.

He had looked up from his phone when Dan attached the leash to Ivy’s collar and grabbed her little boots from the cabinet. When he stood, Dan had turned around to give Phil an obnoxious smirk.

“Have fun with Sammy and the fur-coat of horrors,” he’d said with the most saccharine smile he could have mustered, then left the flat laughing at Phil’s pouting face.

“I’ll show you,” Phil had said and immediately set out to go and win that stupid bet.

The plan had been perfect. He would grab the costume and the treats, go to the living room and sit on the rug, call for Sammy, give him some treats, put on the costume, and take some cutesy pics. Perfect. Bet won.

Sammy did come for the treats. He did eat them out of Phil’s hand.

He did not, however, want to be put in a garishly red Santa Costume.

Phil didn’t exactly know how he had managed it, but at some point the coat was on Sammy, and his arms were covered in scratches of various shapes and sizes.

As soon as Phil had let go of Sammy to grab the hat, Sammy had taken the opportunity to escape and run out of the room. Phil had run after him from room to room, until he had lost sight of Sammy and searched for him, calling “Sammy! Here, Sammy!” while rattling the packet of treats. He did feel like an old lady looking for her lost kitten.

Eventually he had found Sammy sitting, inexplicably, on top of the gaming shelf, hissing as soon as he saw Phil.

Phil put down the chair and climbed on top of it. He fished the packet of treats out of his pocket and looked up at Sammy.

“Sammy, come on, you don’t want to stay up there!”

Sammy growled at him.

Phil sighed and retrieved one of the treats. It was shaped like a tiny fish and had an odd cheesy smell about it. He scrunched up his nose and held it aloft. “Don’t you want this?”

Sammy narrowed his eyes.

“Okay okay, I swear I won’t put the hat on!”

Sammy didn’t look convinced.

“Just let me help you down, okay?” Phil said and extended his hand to give Sammy the treat. Sammy immediately slid further into the corner and gave an angry hiss.

Phil jumped and almost dropped the treat. Oh boy, Sammy was angry with him. Looking at him, Phil could see why. The coat was scrunched up at the back, as the elastic holding it in place had gotten out of place. Sammy’s fur was trapped underneath the wrong way and he was completely covered in red and white fluff. On top of all of that, the coat looked absolutely horrible. So ‘Fur-coat of horrors’ was actually a very accurate description of that thing.

Phil carefully placed the treat in front of Sammy, but as far away from him as possible. Phil wanted to give him space to calm down and trust Phil in his intentions. Plus, he didn’t want more scratches on his arms. He really should have put on a long-sleeved shirt. A destroyed shirt was a hundred times more acceptable than completely wrecked arms.

Sammy didn’t look at the treat. He was still watching Phil through narrowed eyes. Something in Sammy’s expression hurt Phil’s heart, and he felt unsettled all of a sudden.

When Phil thought about it properly, it had been really cruel of him to force Sammy into this costume. After all, Sammy was just a cat and couldn’t understand any of it, or defend himself from someone who was bigger and stronger than himself. This was, Phil realised with a start, bordering on animal cruelty.

Sammy had every right to be mad at Phil.

Phil suddenly felt very, very nauseous. He was ashamed of himself, and all he could think of at that moment was that he hoped that Sammy would forgive him.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” Phil said, throwing his hands in the air, his voice pleading. “I swear I will never ever try and put you into costumes ever again. Just don’t be mad at me! Please!”

Right at that moment, there was the sound of keys in a lock and then the front door opened and closed, bringing with it Ivy’s happy barks to announce her return.

“Brrr, it’s cold outside!” Phil could hear Dan say.

Hearing Dan’s voice and Ivy’s barking, Sammy’s ears pricked up and he looked down at the door.

“Phil? Where are you?” Dan called. Phil was certain he could hear the evil glee in his voice.

“Up here,” he called back and sighed again. He really wasn’t looking forward to Dan’s gloating in face of Phil’s obvious loss.

Immediately Phil could hear Ivy’s paws clicking on the stairs, with Dan’s heavier tread following. Phil looked up at Sammy, who was now sitting on the edge of the shelf, staring down at the door with wide eyes. He was completely ignoring Phil.

Phil turned his head when Ivy came crashing into the room, running up to his chair and barking at him happily. She was still wearing her coat. She looked so damn cute.

“Err, Phil, why did you put the cat on the shelf?” Dan said. Phil looked up at him. Dan was looking between Phil and Sammy, trying to suppress a grin.

“Ha ha,” Phil said humourlessly. “I tried to put on the costume and he didn’t like it and ran away from me.”

“Told you so,” Dan chuckled. Phil glared at him.

Sammy gave a high-pitched meow, and Dan and Phil turned to look up at him. Even Ivy sat down to better look up at her friend. She gave a happy bark in return.

Sammy stared down at his friend and kept on mewling. It was obvious that he didn’t know how to get down from the shelf but really wanted to join Ivy down on the floor.

Ivy must have realized that, too, because she barked up at Sammy, then jumped up and barked at both Dan and Phil, as if to say, “Do something!”

“Alright, calm down, I’ll get him down,” Phil said. Dan, who had stood in the door up until that point, walked up to Phil, looking between him and Sammy.

“Do you need a hand?” Dan said, his brows furrowed in concern.

“No, I’ll manage,” Phil said, just like the child he was. Sammy did look calmer than before, so maybe he would at least let Phil grab him to put him down on the floor…

Phil had never been more wrong in his life.

It happened all so fast; Phil reached out to grab Sammy. Sammy, turning to see Phil extend his hands to him once more remembered that he was still cross with him and hissed. Phil, who had already grabbed onto Sammy, jumped at the hissing and almost dropped him. Dan called out “Careful, Phil!” and Ivy gave a frightened bark which both agitated Sammy even more. Sammy thrashed around in Phil’s arms so much that Phil had trouble holding onto him. Phil lost his balance, the chair started to wobble, Dan shouted and then Phil’s left foot slipped off the chair.

Phil squealed, Sammy growled, Ivy barked, Dan shouted his name and then suddenly the world was horizontal.

Phil was lying on top of Dan, on the floor, behind the sofa with his head spinning. He had lost his grip on Sammy, who had managed to jump out of his arms and far away from Phil. Ivy was nowhere to be seen, but Phil could here the faint clicking of her paws outside the sitting room.

Under him, Dan groaned. “Get off me you oaf!” He shoved at Phil’s face.

Phil swatted at Dan’s hand and gave an annoyed grumble.”Get your hands off me!”

“Excuse you, but you’re lying on top of me and your fucking heavy!”

Phil groaned, rolled off Dan and sat up. He felt a bit dizzy, but landing on top of Dan had cushioned his fall and he didn’t bump his head or any other extremities. He did, however, have a lovely bleeding addition to his already impressive collection of scratches.

Next to him, Dan sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

“You’re such a klutz, Phil,” Dan groaned.

“Sorry,” Phil said, looking down at his hands sheepishly. He didn’t plan to fall off the chair, but he felt guilty anyway.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Did Sammy do this to you?” Phil snapped his head up when Dan took hold of Phil’s left hand to examine the scratches up and down his arms.

Phil sighed. “Yes, that’s Sammy’s masterpiece.”

Dan began cackling like mad. Phil felt really offended. He puckered his lips and gave Dan his best death-glare. It only made Dan laugh harder.

“Yeah yeah, just say ‘I told you so’ and get it over with,” Phil said and wrenched his arm out of Dan’s grasp.

Dan didn’t say anything because he was still laughing, so Phil just rolled his eyes and stood up. “You need a hand or do you plan on staying on the floor laughing like a maniac for the rest of the evening?”

Phil extended his hand and Dan took it, letting himself be pulled to his feet. He somewhat calmed down when Phil rounded the sofa and sat heavily on it, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He didn’t feel like looking for neither Ivy nor Sammy. And he really didn’t want to face Dan right now.

Phil could hear Dan leaving the sitting room, and he was eternally grateful for that. If he was being honest, he just felt like sulking and scrolling through tumblr for a bit. Just until his arms stopped stinging like that.

It hadn’t even been five minutes when Dan came back into the room and flung himself on the sofa right next to Phil.

Phil had really intended to ignore Dan. He knew it was petty and kinda silly, because he had been the one who had managed to fall off a chair and right on top of Dan, but his ego really had been wounded enough today – and quite literally at that. He didn’t want to be reminded by Dan how much of an idiot he was.

Dan, however, seemed to have other plans. In one swift motion he grabbed Phil’s left hand and pulled it towards him.

Phil shrieked and nearly dropped his phone. “What are you doing?”

Dan arched an eyebrow and held a small bottle up for Phil to see. “Cleaning the scratches, obviously?” He pulled at Phil’s arm again, making Phil scoot closer. Dan placed Phil’s hand in his lap and unscrewed the bottle to spread its contents on a cotton pad he had brought with him.

“This doesn’t need cleaning,” Phil said, pouting at his friend.

Dan put the bottle down and grabbed Phil’s hand again so he couldn’t pull it back. “Yes, they do. Now hold still.”

As soon as Dan dabbed the first scratch with the cotton pad, Phil hissed and tried to wrench his arm free. “It hurts!”

“Hold still!”

“No, give me my arm back!”

“Do you want them to become infected?”

“No!”

“Then hold still!”

Phil bit down on his lower lip and watched Dan dab at the scratches. It stung at first, but he slowly got used to it. Dan’s forehead was scrunched up in concentration. He put a band aid on one of the more severe scratches, then let go of Phil’s hand and gestured for Phil to give him his other arm. Phil complied without saying a word. His right arm wasn’t as battered, so it didn’t take long for Dan to finish up sanitizing those scratches.

“There,” Dan said, letting go of Phil. “I have tended to your battle wounds.”

“Ha Ha,” Phil said, inspecting his arms. The scratches did look less severe than they did before.

“I’m sorry you won’t have proof of the epic battle that took place in our flat today.”

Phil glared at Dan. Dan just smirked. “What, the ladies are really into scars.”

“What century do you live in?”

“I don’t know what you are referring to, oh Sir Lesterton,” Dan said and giggled.

“Okay fine, stop it, you won, okay?” Phil said, exasperated, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. “Please just stop it! This is already really embarrassing, okay?”

Dan started laughing again, but this time Phil couldn’t help but join in. This was just so bizarre and weird. But he felt a fun video idea popping up in his head.

“I told you Sammy wouldn’t like it!” Dan said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“I know, but it was worth a try,” Phil said, leaning back on the sofa.

Dan arched an eyebrow and indicated Phil’s arms. “Was it really?”

Phil looked down at his scratched up arms and contemplated the whole embargo. “No.”

Dan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Lester, you are unbelievable.”

Dan then turned and produced the last packet of mini-marshmallows from somewhere. “However, that means that I won the bet,” he said and gloated at Phil.

Phil hung his head in defeat. He really had wanted to eat those marshmallows. But he also knew when he lost a bet. He shouldn’t have added the picture-bonus. He could have been the victor even if Sammy didn’t like his coat. He wondered where Sammy and Ivy had gone. Hopefully they weren’t making mischief. But knowing those two, they probably were.

Something banged into his head, and Phil looked up to see Dan dangling the packet of marshmallows in front if his face.

“Well, you did get him into the coat, so I’m willing to share,” Dan said and popped some marshmallows into his mouth.

Phil’s face instantly lit up and he took the packet gratefully. “Thanks!”

“I am such a good friend, aren’t I?”

“Yef you a’!” Phil said around a mouthful of marshmallows. Dan smirked and Phil rolled his eyes.

They both sat happily munching on marshmallows for a while until Dan coughed slightly and got his phone out of his pocket.

“Remember you didn’t put on Ivy’s boots before we went out?”

“Oh yeah,” Phil said, giving the little marshmallows in his hand a thoughtful look. “I totally forgot. Did you put them on?”

“I did when we got to the park,” Dan said and pulled up a video on his phone. “And she wasn’t that keen on them either.”

Phil leaned over to look at Dan’s phone. The video showed Ivy standing on a patch of brown grass, looking down at her paws.

“Ivy!” Dan’s voice rang out, and Ivy looked up and into the camera. “Come on!”

She took a tentative step forward – and then all her limbs were flailing around, paws stuck up in the air. She looked like a spider that didn’t know what legs were.

Phil burst out into violent cackles, holding up a hand to his mouth to stifle the laughter to finish watching the video.

Ivy had stopped dead in her tracks. “Come on, Ivy!” Dan’s voice coaxed, obviously suppressing laughter. “Come over here!”

Ivy looked at the camera and took another step, but this time she raised her hind leg so high she almost toppled over.

Phil was roaring with laughter, and both Dan in the video and Dan next to him were laughing like maniacs, too.

Ivy in the video didn’t look impressed.

“Oh no, poor thing,” Phil said, whipping tears from his face. “But it looks hilarious.”

“It does, but I didn’t have the heart to keep her in them after she fell over after that,” Dan said, putting this phone away. “So neither of us has been successful today.”

“Well, at least she didn’t use you as a scratcher.”

Dan giggled, and Phil joined in, sneaking another handful of mini-marshmallows.

At that moment Ivy trotted back into the room, Sammy hot on her heels. Ivy was still wearing her little coat, but Sammy had somehow gotten rid of his. They both curled up on the rug, closing their eyes.

“How did Sammy get rid of that hellish coat?” Dan asked, looking down at Sammy with furrowed brows.

Or, more importantly, Phil thought, where did he hide all the pieces?

#danisnotonfire #amazingphil #dan howell #daniel howell #phil lester #fanfiction #fanfic #phanfiction #phandom #pets #cats #dogs #animals #gabbygumswrites

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neverforgetyourdreams442 · 6 years

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lets get personal.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? - Ai amor (Anavitoria), Thunderstruck (A/C D/C), King of my heart, Reckless love, You shook me all night long, Kikadinha

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?- Jesus

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. - I don’t have any books here

4: What do you think about most?- I try to believe that everyone has some good in them.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?- Bruh WTH

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?- With clothes on

7: What’s your strangest talent?- I can dislocate my shoulder

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)- Girls are strong, boys are cool

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?- yes

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?- a few days ago lol

11: Do you have any strange phobias?- Yes i am terrified of animals that fly

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?- yes lol

13: What’s your religion?- Christian

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?- Going out with my family

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?- Behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?- AC DC

17: What was the last lie you told?- i don’t remember

18: Do you believe in karma?- yes

19: What does your URL mean?- it means what is says lol

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?- Fit guys with big arms, I forgive easily

21: Who is your celebrity crush?- Jonas this fitness model from Brazil.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?- Nope

23: How do you vent your anger?- I sing or pray

24: Do you have a collection of anything?- Sneakers i guess lol

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?- Talking on the phone

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?- Yes

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?- I hate people screaming.. I love the sound of music

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?- What if i never find the right person for me...

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?- Nope

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.- Paper ob both sides

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?- Nothing

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?- The lady’s car lol it was disgusting

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?- West coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?- Shawn Mendez

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?- Jesus

36: Define Art.- Love

37: Do you believe in luck?- Nope

38: What’s the weather like right now?- Sunny

39: What time is it?- 5:52 PM

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?- No..

41: What was the last book you read?- The bible

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?- Kind of

43: Do you have any nicknames?- Jenny, Je, Deda, Jeninha, Jennifer lopez

44: What was the last film you saw?- To all the boys i loved before

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?- I hurt my leg .. very painful

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?- Nope

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?- Music

48: What’s your sexual orientation?- Straight

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?- Yes

50: Do you believe in magic?- No

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?- I get upset for a while and then i let it go

52: What is your astrological sign?- Sagittarius

53: Do you save money or spend it?- Both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?- Clothes from Pink

55: Love or lust?- Love

56: In a relationship?- Nope

57: How many relationships have you had?- a few

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?- Yes

59: Where were you yesterday?- At the mall

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?- Yes.. Post it

61: Are you wearing socks right now?- Yes

62: What’s your favourite animal?- Tiger

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?- I am just myself

64: Where is your best friend?- Her house probably

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.- IDK

66: What is your heritage?- IDK

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?- Trying to sleep

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?- IDK

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?- off what?

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?- yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? - I would save the dog!

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A- I would tell only the people i love. B- I would enjoy y family and friends and pray. C- Yes I would

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. - Love

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? - AI, Amor

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?- 9721

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?- Respect

77: How can I win your heart? - Be Fit and funny

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? - Maybe

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? - To get a divorce

80: What size shoes do you wear? - 7 1/2 or 8

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? - I love my family

82: What is your favourite word?- Jesus

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. - Jesus

84: What is a saying you say a lot? - OMG

85: What’s the last song you listened to? - Medicina- Anitta

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? - Gray, Blue, Pink

87: What is your current desktop picture? - Tiger pic

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? - No one

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - I dont have any

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? The power of absorbing all of the other powers

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? - My childhood with my friends in Brazil.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? - Meeting my ex husband.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?- Shawn Mendez

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? - Dubai

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?-nope

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?- No

98: Ever been on a plane?- Yes.. twice

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?- Jesus loves you

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sparkles-m-fantastic · 7 years

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Let’s Get Personal

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? (In not particular order) *The Red--Chevelle *Elastic Heart--Sia *Love on the Brain--Rihanna *I Feel a Sin Coming On--Pistol Annies *40 Day Dream--Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes *any songs by 21 pilots of The Foo Fighters

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? *Yeeeaaahhh, I don't like people, soooooooo.....I'm good.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. *There are no books near me and I'm not getting up.

4: What do you think about most? *Work.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? *It's a pic from #Kid_1 about her new ab workout

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? *I have small children who still sneak in my bed at night, sooooo--clothes

7: What’s your strangest talent? *I can read really fast.

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) *Gender is a social construct and I refuse to participate in this narrative.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? *Many, not to brag.

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? *The last time I watched "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure", probs.

11: Do you have any strange phobias? *No, Imma basic bih

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? *Noooo?

13: What’s your religion? *Atheist raised Catholic

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? *walking to the lake

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? *Behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? *The Foo Fighters

17: What was the last lie you told? *I'm sure I've told one today--everyone lies--but I can't remember

18: Do you believe in karma? *No, that would mean that I believe in a higher power

19: What does your URL mean? *Stripper name

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? *Weakness = Not giving a shit (Husband says CARBS) Strength = Not giving a shit (Husband says it's my ability to keep my eye on the big picture)

21: Who is your celebrity crush? *I like Fassbender, even though I don't think he's that great of an actor, traditionally handsome, and I don't think we'd get along were we ever to meet or be forced to interact. Crushes are kind of weird little things.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? *No

23: How do you vent your anger? *Scream into a pillow or write a scathing letter and never send it.

24: Do you have a collection of anything? *So many things

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? *Video chat

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? *Yes

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? *I hate too much noise, and I love the quiet. (ha ha)

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? *What if we don't "make it"?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? *Ghosts = no, Aliens = FUCK YES ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. *My leather sectional couch

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? *Cinnamon rolls baking in the oven

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? *There was this campground we went to when I was about 12 or 13 in Brown County, IN and it rained the entire time and I ended up getting my first UTI.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? *East Coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? *uuuuuhhh......don't really fancy any singers.

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? *Arrive late, fuck shit up, leave. LOLZ

36: Define Art. *I have nothing profound to say that's not already been said. I have a great-uncle named Art who lives in Indianapolis?

37: Do you believe in luck? *No, you make your own

38: What’s the weather like right now? *Dark

39: What time is it? *9:38p EST

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? *Yes, and a couple of times, both involving black ice

41: What was the last book you read? *For Fun? Pride and Prejudice. I want to re-read all of Austen's novels

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? *Sure.

43: Do you have any nicknames? *Yes

44: What was the last film you saw? *WONDER WOMAAAAAAAAN (2017)

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? *I broke my left ankle in March

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? *Yes

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? *No

48: What’s your sexual orientation? *Hetero

49: Ever had a rumor spread about you? *Probably

50: Do you believe in magic? *Ever fallen in love? That's a sort-of magic.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? *Until my last dying breath, LOL

52: What is your astrological sign? *Aeries

53: Do you save money or spend it? *Save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? *I had some prescriptions filled.

55: Love or lust? *It depends on if you want Mr(s). Right or Mr(s). Right Now

56: In a relationship? *Since 1993

57: How many relationships have you had? *Romantic? 25

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? *No

59: Where were you yesterday? *Many places on Earth

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? *Yes, my Chihuahua, Pinky

61: Are you wearing socks right now? *Fuck socks

62: What’s your favorite animal? *I love foxes. We have a family that lives by the lake and I see them a lot at night when I'm walking my husky.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? *Paying attention to little things and don't try to one-up them.

64: Where is your best friend? *He's sitting next to me. (husband)

65: Give me your top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr. *Anglerfishy *The-Haven-of-Fiction *DisasterGeek *WriterNotWaiting *DrBennedict

66: What is your heritage? *Irish/German

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? *Probably reading

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? *Morningstar

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? *Almost every day. ;)

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? *Absolutely.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? *A) No B) Nothing different. I like my life C) Bring it on bitch

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. *TRUST

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? *Smells Like Teen Spirit--Nirvana

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? *3825 (ha ha not really, see if you can figure out what that spells)

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? *Never falling out of love at the same time (it happens, yeah--they don't tell you that before you get married)

77: How can I win your heart? *It's the little things....and compassion/kindness

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? *Hmmm, I don't think it would necessarily dampen it? Unless one could LITERALLY not function.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so *Forgiving those who have wronged me

80: What size shoes do you wear? *US 10

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? *I'm going to be cremated and my ashes pressed into a gem that will be mounted on the hilt of a sword that will be used to avenge my death because YOU KNOW the only way I'm dying is by MURDER!!!!

82: What is your favorite word? *FUCK

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. *Elastic

84: What is a saying you say a lot? *Oh my god

85: What’s the last song you listened to? *Ha Ha The Red--Chevelle

86: Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors? *Black, gray, dark blue, dark red, olive green

87: What is your current desktop picture? *David Tennant as The Doctor snapping his fingers to close the Tardis doors

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? *ONLY ONE PERSON?? It's too hard to choose.....

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? *How do you REALLY feel about me?

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? *Well, if Mummies were able to somehow come back to life and were surrounding my bed--that ALSO means I can teleport, sooooooo...buh-bye

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? *The ability to control the arachnid and insect populations of the world.

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? *...........I'm good, thanks.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? *My entire childhood before my parents divorced. My father is an abusive alcoholic/addict

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? *Yeah, I'll pass.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? *London to see meh Bestie and his Partner

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? *Not that I know of

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? *No

98: Ever been on a plane? *Yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? *I voted for Hilary!!

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