#middle schooler me would have answered with south park

[jewbeloved]

Team Stan + Wendy and Bebe playing Roblox with their s/o🎮🎮♥️🕹️🕹️

I feel like we need give the girls of south park some attention as well so I though of this scenario.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🐕

He didn't know exactly what this 'Roblox' game you were talking about.

So you had to explain and introduce him to it.

You help him dress his avatar by handing him your robux gift card that you were saving.

He still asked a lot of questions during the tutorial with you and you were happy enough to answer them.

When you both started playing one of the games from the main page, he was surprised to see that he can move his own avatar around the game that he was in.

Definitely would be the type to follow you around the map because he wants to stay close to you and not get lost.

When he starts getting the hang of it, he would want to explore multiple of other games on Roblox with you of course <3

Overall, he enjoys playing this Roblox game and would look forward to playing with you again 💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🧁

Similar to Stan, he has no idea what Roblox is either so you will have to explain it once again to him💀💀

But he will start to catch on what to do after you explained a few stuff to him, I headcanon Kyle to be a fast learner at everything.

When playing one the games on the front page he would be the type to check it for a couple of hours, give his opinion on it, and stop playing unless he sees you playing the game again.

Would also be the type to explore the map for himself for a few mins before wanting to find his way back to you, because he misses being next to you while playing 🥺🙏

If you get bored and leave the current game you were playing with him to go and play another one, expect him to leave as well and join you in the next one you want to play because he got bored of the game you were bored at.

Overall, this loving lil jew boi loves playing Roblox with you <3💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍒

He already knew about Roblox before you did.

He decided to introduce you to it because he sometimes gets sick and tired of playing by himself.

He wouldn't tell his friends about the game because he just want it to be only you and him together playing it <3

You both would sneak out of class to get on the school's computers to start playing Roblox when you get the chance.

You bring your devices with you to play on the playground as well.

Expect Cartman's friends and the other kids to be nosy to see what you both are playing °~°

"What do you assholes want?"

"Alright Cartman, you're hiding something from us now what you are playing?"

"Yeah right, like I would tell you. You can kiss my black ass Stan"

"Cartman, tell them what we are playing or no cuddles for a week >:("

"You heard them fat boy, now tell us!"

"Fine, I'm only telling you guys since Y/n wanted me to 😒"

After Cartman told the guys the game you both were playing, you also offered to help them get started on how to play it ^^

Cartman decided to make a private server for each and every game you play with him just in case the guys try to join you both.

You also ended up giving Cartman cuddles so he can stop being pouty❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 👑

He already knew about Roblox himself, but he could never play it because he couldn't afford a device to play it on.

You gave Kenny one of your spare phones that you don't use anymore so he could play.

This mf immediately dressed his avatar to look like his princess kenny persona because he could now catfish some dudes on roblox-

You might have to stop him before things get out of hand.

Probably might be the type to play games like Royale high where he can dress up his avatar how ever he wants.

He probably also gets way too addicted to the game that he will never sleep and stay up all night.

You will have to force him to sleep for that then :)🧡🧡🧡🧡 <3

💖 Wendy Testaburger 📱

You both overheard a group of middle schoolers gossiping about this cool game called 'Roblox'.

You and Wendy are inexperienced so you both don't have any idea what Roblox is.

Both of y'all went to go and install Roblox on your computers so you could start playing.

You both still have no idea what to do so Wendy probably asks Bebe If she knew what Roblox was.

Lucky, Bebe does know what Roblox is so she helps both of you learn how to play it.

You and Wendy are also both fast learners so it didn't take long for you guys to start having fun on Roblox after Bebe finished helping you both.

Wendy would probably be interested in playing games that have admin commands in them so she can fool around with people-

She might even create her own Roblox game If she has the motivation for it.

The only person who isn't allowed to join her game is Cartman-

She might even invite Stan to join you guys in the games.💗💗💗💗

💛 Bebe Stevens 🌻

Like in Wendy's scenario, Bebe already knows how to play Roblox.

You didn't think she would be the type to enjoy playing Roblox to be honest-

But you tried to learn how to play Roblox without asking her for help but your attempt didn't go so well and you ended up giving in and ask for her assistance.

She is quite glad that you are also interested in playing Roblox with her since she is the only girl in the group that plays Roblox, all of her other friends don't play it.

So she would be glad to help you with anything you need <3

You and her played for many hours and had great moments with each other, this continued for days until Wendy and the others started playing it as well since it became popular in their school.

Bebe was surprised to hear that her friends also started playing Roblox since they never played it from the beginning.

I guess she won't be lonely on Roblox anymore since she has you and her friends <3💛💛💛💛💛

I actually play Roblox myself so I was excited while writing this scenario 💖 But I'm gonna fulfil some more requests before some of you guys rip my head off-

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #wendy testaburger x reader #bebe stevens x reader #south park #southpark sp #sp x reader #southpark blog #x reader #southpark x y/n #roblox #gaming headcanons #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

[serenity-songbird]

What about a oneshot of 10 year old Kenny bragging about his girlfriend (the reader) who’s in middle school and is 11 years old?

(This is just because I’m curious of the way u would write it T - T)

{Alright! Here it is! I hope you like it!}

Kenny thought he was the shit.

He was the only kid in South Park Elementary with a middle school girlfriend. You were pretty, smart, and funny. He was so lucky.

To be honest...it wasn't that big of a deal.

I mean, come on, it was literally just a one year difference. They were going to be middle schoolers in less than 8 months anyway.

The only people that were impressed were Butters, Clyde, Scott, and Jimmy. Cartman accused him of lying and everyone else just were kind of like, "meh."

But Kenny looked so happy when he talked about you. So they let him brag about it.

"Hey dudes! Look what my girlfriend got me!" Kenny ran up to his group at the park and showed off his brand new parka. It was clean with no tears or holes, it didn't cover his mouth, and it was brand spanking new.

(Picture of parka below. Found on Snipes USA.com)

"Woah! That's a really nice jacket! She really bought you that?" Stan nodded in approval.

"Yeah. It looks good on you!" Kyle gave a thumbs up.

"Wow Kenny! You look like a brand new person. It looks kind of expensive compared to all your other clothes." Butters chirped.

"Yeah...I told her she didn't have to do that, but she insisted. She's kind of a...rich girl so money isn't really a problem for her..." Kenny girmiced at the fact. He originally didn't want to accept the clothes because he knew that they were expensive, even if you ripped off the tags.

He felt bad that he couldn't really get you such nice things and felt as if he was taking advantage of you.

You had to reassure him it was fine. You wanted to spoil him because you loved him. It took some convincing but he eventually accepted your gifts. He was thankful to have you in his life. You gave them to him so he might as well show it off, right?

"She even bought clothes for Karen and Kevin! Isnt she so sweet!"

"Pfft! Come on Kenny. We're not stupid there's no way you have a rich girlfriend. No spoiled rich girl is going to fall for poor trailor trash. Get real!" Cartman laughed in a condescending manner.

Oh yeah. That sent Kenny off. It was one thing to make fun of him, but this involved you. Knowing Cartman he was about to start bad mouthing you and he wasn't going to have it.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Cartman! I do too have an amazing and beautiful girlfriend!"

"Oh yeah? Call her right now then? None of us have met her yet. So why don't we finally see your amazing girlfriend?" He mocked Kenny on the last words.

"You wanna see her? Alright. I'll call her right now." He pulled out his phone and within seconds already had the phone ringing since he had you on speed dial. You picked up after one ring.

"Hey Babe. What's up? I thought you were heading to the park with your friends?"

"Hey Sweetheart. I was wondering if-"

"Oh, come on! You really expect us to believe your talking to someone? You starting quote 'talking to her' within seconds like people answer that fast. Just admit it Kenny. Your pretending to have a rich girlfriend because you're poor and live in a shitty house with shitty parents. You just want attention. You're also just using it as an alibi since you probably stole those clothes. I mean, it's the only obvious answer to your brand new look. Everybody knows your trailor trash family can't afford it."

"Cartman! You piece of-"

Kenny was, once again, inturrupted when Cartman snatched his phone and turned the screen to reveal Kenny's lock screen.

"Ha! See! He wasn't talking to anyone! Called it!" Cartman laughed.

"I was too talking to her! You just hung up the phone when you took it!"

"Cartman! Stop being such a dick!" Kyle yelled to defend his friend.

"Yeah dude. Quit being an asshole." Stan followed.

"Oh come on! You're not actually buying this are you. We've never even met her! It's obvious she's not real. And-OUCH!!!" Cartman rubbed his head were the big ass rock hit him. The back of his had now had a scratch that was lightly bleeding. "What the fuck?! Who threw that!?!?!?"

"I did, motherfucker!!! How dare you talk shit about my boyfriend. I heard what you said over the phone. Take it the fuck back before I stone you with bigger rocks!!!" The boys turned to see, you, a beautiful girl with a fancy (f/c) button up top and a short ruffled-tiered (2nd f/c) skirt. You hair was done nice and neat and you wore expensive accessories (of your choice). You screamed rich girl. If it wasn't for the burning fiery in your eyes, you would've looked like a sweet, innocent girl. However, right now the dark, ominous aura and the piercing glare towards Cartman made you terrifying.

"Oh boy. Kenny, that's your girlfriend. She very pretty...and very scary." Butters nervously tapped his knuckles.

"Wait...seiously?!?!?!" The other three boys exclaimed at the same time.

"No way...You're a rich kid! And you're dating Kenny? The poorest boy in South Park?" Cartman's jaw dropped in both shock and confusion.

"Heh." You cracked your knuckles with a threatening smirk on your face. Your aura burned darker. "I said...take. It. The. Fuck. Back. And. Apologize."

"Yeah. Cartman. Listen to my girlfriend or shell kick your ass."

"Oh please don't make me laugh. She can't kick my ass. She'll be too worried about breaking a nail or messing up her pretty hair and clothes. I'm not afraid of come snotty, weak rich chick." Cartman waved her off. "Why don't you just stand there and look pretty. Everyone knows that's what rich girls do."

Oh. Now he'd done it. Kenny shook his head as his backed off and pulled the other 3 back. He knew that look.

"Well Cartman, now you've done it." Kenny made a "go on" motion towards you.

Cartman wasn't phased when you marked up to him with a vengeance in your eyes.

Let's just say, the moment your fist collided with his cheek, was the moment he knew. He fucked up...

You were getting to know Kyle, Stan, and Butters. At some point, Team Craig walked into the park and watched you kick Cartman's ass. You were getting to know them too.

You all got along pretty great. You were funny, sweet, and tough. Not to mention, you were pleasant to look at. Your smile made hearts race. Everything that Kenny bragged about you was true. They could see why he always talked about you.

You were currently telling the group more about you when you stopped after hearing a crash, crunch, and pained groan.

Everyone looked over to see Cartman face down on the floor. You had hung him up by his underwear on the top of the playground slide so he could think about what he'd done. It looked like his underwear couldn't hold him up any longer and snapped.

"You guys are fuckwads!!! Screw you all!!! I'm going home!!!" He waddled off. It was clear he was in pain.

"...Anyway. As I was saying..." You continued your conversation as if nothing happend.

It had gotten pretty late and it was time to go home. You waved goodbye to the others as you and Kenny walked off together.

...You know...after meeting you and seeing how cool and pretty you actually are...maybe the boys did get a little jealous.

No wonder Kenny bragged about you all the time.

How did he get so lucky?

Bonus:

Kenny was being a sweetheart and walked you home.

"Oh! My parents are both working late tonight so they won't be home til tomorrow morning. Do you want to chill and watch movies before you head on home?"

Kenny got a bit overzealous in his agreement to stay over.

You giggled and let him in. Kenny set up the TV while you set up the snacks. When everything was ready, you cuddled onto Kenny and he put an arm around you.

The movie had barely begun before Kenny spoke in a seductive voice.

"So what do you think. Can I get lucky tonight?" Kenny wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Dude. No. I'm 11 and you're 10. Chill. Out."

"Damn...It was worth a shot."

#south park x reader #south park #sp style #kenny mccormick #south park headcanons #kenny x reader

[skunky2]

Top 11 Worst Cartoons of the 2010′s!!

We had so many great cartoons introduced in this decade and while I haven't seen every last one I can say this decade was one of the best for animation in general! Sadly for every good animated show produced in this era there are also some bad apples in the bunch the following cartoons are some of the worst I have seen but please remember this is only my opinion if you like any of these shows then that's great continue to enjoy them don't let me stop you!!! 

        Now let's get this list started!!!

11. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs the series         (2017-2018) 

Ok before we talk about the show I want to make one thing clear I don't hate the films in fact I actually find them enjoyable even going as far as calling them guilty pleasures the show on the other hand is a huge flop compared to the movies were the films had creativity and fun humor the show lacks that in fact this is by far the most boring show to be based on a freaking film about an invention that makes it rain food!! The other problem I have with this show is it's set before the events of the films so Flint hasn't even become an inventor yet but instead it's about him in high school and apparently him and Sam knew each other already did they even watch their first film!? Also the mayor is the principle because why not seriously this has got to be the worst show based on a hit animated film it's so painfully unfunny that I question how kids found it entertaining to begin with!!!! Not every movie needs a tv series and this one proves it!

10.  Total Dramarama (2018-ongoing) 

Oh the pain to see the Total Drama series downgraded to this especially since the original Total Drama Island took a ton of risk for a show aimed at kids also how did we go from a series that spoofed reality  shows to a bad Muppet Babies rip-off!! What's really sad is that creators have no desire to produce a new Total Drama series they just want to work on this. On the plus side it's still not as bad as other shows your going to see later on the list. 

9. Super Noobs (2015-ongoing) 

Other then the "how do you do fellow kids" title I wasn't expecting this show to wow me considering it was brought to you by the same dude that brought us Johnny Test aka the original most hated cartoon of all time I got the DA pics to back me up! The worst part is this show has a very interesting concept but it's ruined due to the bad humor and characters. The show is about a group of outcast middle schoolers who receive super powers in the form of power balls from aliens who then become their mentors and how they must save the world from an evil virus that threatens the world sounds like an awesome plot too bad it's not pushed further. 

8. Almost Naked Animals (2011-2013)

Yes this is a children's cartoon not a title for an X rated film. All I can say about this show is why? Why would anyone greenlight a show about an animal nudist hotel not only is it disgusting but those character designs yikes!!!! They look so ugly looking no one wants to see something that looks this hideous!!  Not to mention the humor is just as terrible as the art design. 

7. Breadwinners (2014-2016) 

You know when you feature twerking in your show you automatically fail. The best way I can describe this cartoon is it's just awful first off the two idiot main characters who I'm not going to refer by name since they are some of the most stupidest names for characters seriously  SwaySway and Buhdeuce!? Anyway the show is about these two "ducks" I say ducks like that since they look nothing like ducks they look like frogs or aliens or something. Try to make your character if they are an animal try to look as close as possible as the species they're supposed to be so it will make it easier for you audience to identify them. Well they fly around in a rocket car or something I really don't care and deliver bread to stock-image ducks which brings me to another problem they can't even draw background characters they just go on Google find a duck photo and photoshop cartoon eyes and whatever on it how lazy a can you be!! Also I found out a long time ago your actually not supposed to give ducks bread yeah it can use malnutrition and illness to them so this cartoon is spreading the wrong message to kids. 

6. Brickleberry (2012-2015)

You know why I despise most adult cartoons because most of them are either trying way to hard to be quote on quote "adult" with overuse of swearing, gore, shock humor, and sex jokes and guess what this show is full of this!! Not only is the animation similar to that to Family Guy it's just as disgusting and offensive!!! The show revolves around these park rangers and their everyday lives at their jobs and the characters aren't very good either they are pretty much all assholes, stereotypes of usual characters you see in adult animation, and your typical characters that are just there to offend you! In fact the little bear cub character is pretty much the shows answer to Brain from Family Guy with the personality  of Cartman from South Park. Now I haven't seen this show in a long time but I just remember it wasn't a pleasant experience if you want to check it out just be warned it's not for the faint of heart.  Also the creators of this show produced another show for Netflix that is just a carbon copy with cops instead of rangers and I though that Seth McFarlane was lazy when it came to plots!! It's called Paradise P.D. btw 

5. Teen Titians Go!  (2013-Ongoing) 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah you've heard it all before this show is garbage, a disgrace to DC comics, stupid etc. The animation community has tore this show apart so there really isn't much to say that already hasn't been said but I will say this I never intended to hate this show as much as I do in fact I was fine with it when it fist came out I mean the original Teen Titians cartoon from 2003 will always be better then this show in every possible way but I wasn't one of the fans to jump on the hate wagon when this was announced I mean I had nothing wrong with it just focusing on comedy if you remember correctly the original had eps that were just as silly and bizarre. The main reasons why this show is so high up on this list is for the following reasons the first is I've never seen a show like this disrespect a fan base this much  it's like the creators have it out for the original fans and they get joy out of mocking them with all these pathetic critic call out eps they do it also shows that they can't take criticism at all!!!! Second is how the creators view their show and animation in general they literally came out in an interview and said the reason why they made the show so stupid is because it's for children you do know kids aren't stupid right guys they deserve shows that don't try to talk down to them!!!! But the main reason for my anger towards this show is how they made an episode awhile were the moral literally was that cartoons are only for kids and told the original fans to grow up!! Mainly the creators themselves have this warped mindset that I honestly wish would just die out that only children should be allowed to watch cartoons and that their show should be immune to all the hate since it's for kids so they use the "just for kids" excuse for their show being like it is. It's hard to believe they would even have a mindset like that when they are adults themselves making an animated cartoon show. I didn't mean to rant this long but I mainly hate everything this show stands for and sadly it's going onto to get 300+ eps. Personality I really think it's time for this show to officially Go not because I don't like it's mainly because it's showing signs it's on it's last legs and with that Sixth Titian thing they pulled this summer and repeating episode plots is starting to show that the writers are becoming burned out this show was never good but I think it's time it ended. There are tons of other reasons this show is bad but I rather not go into them this has gone on long enough already. 

4. PPG 2016 (2016-Ongoing) 

Well TTG isn't the worst reboot/spinoff Cartoon Network produced in this decade the honor has to go to this piece of trash Powerpuff Girls 2016!! Why was this made simple CN wanted more money so they made this show to sell toys yes that was the only purpose of this reboot to sell merchandise too bad the show sucked so hard that the target demo along with the fans of the original Powerpuff Girls hated it! There are tons of problems with this reboot that have already been explained such as god awful animation errors, bad writing, and let's not forget the memes those outdated memes. Not to mention they removed the character Ms. Bellum since the creator thought that having a beautiful, warm-hearted, motherly, intelligent and strong-willed woman on the show was offensive to the new generation! Not to mention they got rid of breast but they did allow the girls to twerk tho!!! Yes because having an intelligent good-looking woman with boobs is bad but kindergarteners doing a sexually explicate dance is fine!! Seriously I feel so bad for Craig McCracken it was bad enough he was screwed over by Disney but to have his show turned into this!! 

3. The Problem Solverz (2011-2013) 

If you want to know my opinion for the worst animated show Cartoon Network has ever made it would be this one! Not only is the show ugly to look at but it uses enough bright colors to make your eyes bleed. The show is about these detectives who solve problems in their home town too bad they cause 90% of the problems they need to solve. These characters are so nasty to look out we got this ugly fish-like man, some robot, and a big nosed hideous lipped Domo wannabe. It was cancelled from tv but ran it's final season on Netflix. I still feel pain for any child that had to sit though this. 

2. Pickle and Peanut (2015-2018) 

Ugh this show!!!! If you've never seen it you may guess this would be something on Adult Swims line up since they're more known for wired shows like this but no it's not from Adult Swim in fact you'll never believe who made this Disney!!! Yes Disney Television Animation produced this the very same company that bought us shows like Gravity Falls, Phineas and Ferb, Star Vs. and so on made this garbage. There are several problems with this show first off the animation remember when I said that Breadwinners was lazy for using stock-images as background characters well this is the same damn thing but in reverse they couldn't even animate a pickle and a gosh darn peanut this is a peeve I have with most modern cartoons if it's not for a joke then why use stock-images it just makes your show look lazy! Second the humor it sucks it's mainly is "trying" to be Regular Show since both characters are slackers and get into bizarre adventures. Also this show loves to show gross-out shots like the ones in Spongebob for example but unlike Spongebob these are not funny and just plain disgusting like how is this show fun for kids to watch I mean I can understand why kids love cartoons like TTG but I can't see any child liking a show like this!!! Finally we have to talk about the god awful theme song it's not even a theme song but a random robot voice listing off things adults think that children are into so pretty much they're trying way too hard to appeal to kids just like with PPG 2016. There really isn't much more to say about this show it's just awful and it's still hard to believe Disney had a part in making this.

Now it's time for the cartoon from the 2010's that I believe disserves the crown as the worst show from this decade. Out of all the shows I've seen this year none of them of completely  disgusted me more then this one it pretty much has everything  I despise in modern adult animation it makes Brickleberry look tame in comparison!!! It comes to us from our friends at Adult Swim may I present to you the cartoon that I consider the worst!

1. Mr. Pickles (2013-Ungoing) 

I honestly don't know where to start on this one it's just god awful!! First it's got all the things I despise in adult animation shock humor, sex jokes, violence for the sake of it, and ugly character designs!! The show is about a family who owns a dog who is either the devil himself or one of his loyal followers and the dog does extremely messed up things to people stuff I rather not try to remember let's just say this show is MA for reason. If you have a faint heart please stay away from this show at all cost!!!

So there it is my opinions for the worst shows from this decade I hope you all enjoy it since I worked really hard on it.

I didn’t include Big Mouth or Paradise P.D. because I’ve never seen them but yeah I know they’re bad. 

#top list #cartoons #my stuff #just my opinion #I'm going to make a best list soon #worst cartoons #ttg #cartoon network #nickolodeon #adult swim

[mamabearcat]

Keys to Her Heart Ch 2

CHAPTER TWO

Natsu caught a glimpse of a long shiny gold braid as it swung in mid-air, and couldn't help grinning to himself in the semi-darkness. He was going to get to meet his mysterious woman after all!

He admired the heart shaped view of her behind in her jeans as she leaned across the front seat to grab a small backpack, and then winced in sympathy as she banged the back of her head on the opening of the car door. Rubbing her head, and muttering to herself, she turned and seeing him, immediately stopped in her tracks.

"Oh no, not you", she groaned audibly.

Natsu laughed aloud. "Not the response I usually get, but I'll take it. Ms Heartfilia, I presume?"

Lucy sighed. Was she doomed to continually embarrass herself in front of this man? She had always been clumsy, often because her thoughts seemed to move faster than her body, but today her timing seemed particularly bad.

Pushing her glasses back firmly on her slightly freckled nose, she walked forward into the light, her cheeks flaming. Natsu felt a queer sensation whoop in his stomach. The yellow-toned overhead lighting from the car park seemed to give her hair a golden halo, and made her pale face seem almost translucent, apart from the rosy glow of her blush. As she walked towards him, a gentle drizzle began to fall, adding diamond star sparkles to her hair. Her clear brown eyes were the colour of rich caramel, shot with amber flecks, and he felt as if he could dive into them, fall into their depths, and never come up for air. He gulped and was almost ashamed to hear a soft whine escaping from the back of his throat.

Lucy thrust her small hand out towards him in a business-like manner. "I hope I didn't hold up the beginning of the tour Mr.?"

He swallowed. Taking her smaller hand in his for the second time today, Natsu went to shake it gently, but was surprised at her firm grip and the steady way her eyes remained on his. He grinned. He hated it when people gave limp handshakes with no pressure – Ms. Heartfilia was a woman who took no prisoners. "Dragneel, but you can call me Natsu. Everyone around here does."

"I see. So where is the rest of the tour?" Lucy looked around her, expecting to see a group milling around in the carpark somewhere. "I thought I was late!" Noticing her slight anxiety, Natsu was quick to reassure her.

"Don't worry. We weren't quite ready to leave yet anyway. They're all inside at the moment, finishing up on dinner. If you're a fast eater, you might have time to join them."

"Oh, I'm not hungry..." she began to say, but was called out on the fib by the loud rumble from her stomach. Natsu grinned toothily at her, one of his canine teeth poking out over his bottom lip. Lucy's stomach rolled again, but not in hunger. There was that smile again, god dammit, the one he had given her this morning after probably realising just how embarrassed she was.

Chuckling at her loudly protesting stomach, Natsu began walking out of the car park towards the arched doorway behind them. "No one dies from starvation on my watch. Come in to the pub – I'm sure Macao can organise some dinner for you quickly. I'll order it for you while you sit down".

He pushed the dark green door open, bending slightly at the waist, with an 'after you' gesture, and she walked through, still blushing furiously. Why was this man affecting her this way? Yes, she was usually shy, she didn't have that much experience interacting with men outside her work, but she didn't usually become a bumbling idiot. She started to walk towards one of the long tables near the doorway, but was startled when Natsu suddenly hollered behind her.

"Hey Macao. Ms. Heartfilia made it here after all. She needs dinner!" A middle-aged man with dark hair and a moustache at the bar nodded at him, and then turned to a doorway behind him.

"Mira, another steak and chips for one of Natsu's guests." He looked at Natsu questioningly for a moment with an eyebrow raised. Natsu looked back at him with a blank expression until the penny dropped.

"Would mademoiselle like salad or vegetables with her meal?" Natsu inquired, using an atrociously bad French accent.

Looking slightly bemused at the whole exchange, Lucy replied, "Salad", and giggled when the word was hollered by Natsu to Macao, and then by Macao to the empty doorway, that Lucy surmised was the pub's kitchen. A cheerful voice responded back, "Coming right up!"

"Can I order you a drink Ms. Heartfilia?" Natsu asked genially, liking the sound of the giggle, very much. "Beer, wine, juice, water?"

"A beer please", replied Lucy. Natsu grinned toothily at her again, placing a hand on his chest.

"Ah, a woman after my own heart. Back in a sec", he said, walking over to the bar.

Lucy looked around the warm interior, which looked like it hadn't changed that much in the last hundred years. There were a few snug corners with overstuffed armchairs and small tables, but the majority of the room was taken up with long dark wooden tables and benches. A huge wooden mantlepiece framed a stone fireplace with a crackling fire, which added a cheerful glow to the room. Around the walls were lots of dark wooden frames containing what looked like historical photos. Lucy was about to go and look at them more carefully when she noticed an older couple sitting at the long trestle table closest to the fire. They waved and smiled at her when they caught her eye.

"Are you going on the ghost tour tonight too dear?", the lady asked her. She was dressed comfortably in jeans and a red woollen poncho, her silver hair pulled up into a messy bun. The man sitting next to her smiled at the woman next to him; he too was dressed comfortably, wearing jeans and a rugby jersey.

"Yes" Lucy smiled in return. It seemed rude not to, when they were being so friendly.

"Come up closer and join us then" the older woman said, patting the space beside her on the bench encouragingly. "I'm Elsie, and this is John. It will be nice to have a chat while we're waiting".

"How did you hear about the tour?" Lucy began, as a beer and a large plate with salad, chips and a piece of steak the size of a small handbag appeared in front of her. Lucy turned to thank the serving person, only to realise it was Natsu himself. Natsu slid into the bench seat next to her, and she felt the colour in her cheeks rise again, as her stomach flip flopped when his thigh brushed against hers. She smiled a small thanks, and he produced a serviette, fork and steak knife from behind his back, assuming the theatrical flair of a magician who had just produced a rabbit out of a hat. Giggling at him again, she set to it, slicing into the steak. It was tender and juicy and smelt delicious.

"Oh, we're staying at the guesthouse in town", answered Elsie, "and it was on the noticeboard. It seemed like a bit of a fun thing to do. We're travelling around Australia, now that we've retired, and this is our first stop. How did you hear about it?"

Lucy wanted to answer, but was hampered by the large piece of meat she was struggling to get down. The steak was wonderful, done just how she liked it, but she usually preferred to take her time over this sort of meal, and not have to wolf it down. She struggled it down and reached for her beer. After taking a sip, she explained to Elsie about the flyer she found at the supermarket and deciding to come on the tour only today. Having finished their meal, Elsie and John excused themselves to return to the bar for another drink, and Lucy went back to attacking her steak with gusto.

"Hope the steak's done to your liking?" Natsu asked, watching her eat as he sipped his own beer, having eaten his meal prior to Lucy arriving. "Mira prides herself on her steak cooking ability."

Lucy swallowed another chunk of steak. "It's really good", she answered. "I'm just not used to eating such a large meal this fast."

"Well, you're getting closer to cattle country here – just over the mountain range are some of the best places for beef in New South Wales" Natsu said, gesturing vaguely off to the west. "We like to get our money's worth."

"It was worth coming on the tour just for this steak", smiled Lucy.

"Oh, so my tour is worthless now, is it?" Natsu winked at her. "I'll have to see if I can change your mind. You've got ten minutes before the tour begins here in the basement of the pub". He got up from his seat unhurriedly, nodded and smiled to Elsie and John, who had just returned with their drinks, and went to introduce himself to the other tour guests.

"Such a nice young man", said Elsie.

"Too nice by half", muttered Lucy, gazing at him as he bent to talk to the group of high schoolers grouped around the pool table.

"What was that dear?", asked Elsie, smiling. Her husband John winked at Lucy, and gave her a little elbow in the ribs, as he and Elsie shared a knowing glance.

Lucy blushed slightly, and covered her embarrassment by forking an unfeasibly large piece of steak into her mouth, struggling to chew down the delicious meat. She mentally chastised herself. She could usually talk to people without resembling a beetroot. Of course, the colleagues that she mixed with at the University were at least twenty years older than her. She was lucky to be accepted at all as a research assistant into the Astronomy Department – so many other students would have begged to have her position. She did enjoy her work, and the professional distance in the faculty suited her.

Even while she'd been a student, she'd felt a little apart from the others – there was no Mum and Dad to go back to during the semester breaks like they had; she'd been working two part-time jobs as a kitchen hand and a hotel cleaner to pay for the rent and all her text books, and she hadn't had funds spare to go away for weekends or out to the pub. She liked being alone. This working holiday was just what she needed. Glancing at the clock, she noticed how little time she had left to tackle the steak and set to it.

The cool night air fanned Lucy's hair as she looked out of the bus window at the darkening sky, the not so distant thunder echoing the occasional bang from the minibus motor. The evening had been quite fun actually.

The beginning of the tour in the cellar of the pub would have been interesting, if she'd been able to hear it over the sepulchral moans of the local high school boys, and the occasional squeal of the girlfriends when their hair was pulled, or they were pinched on the backside by their boyfriends.

Natsu had a short talk to the boys, one of which he seemed to know quite well. They calmed down after that, with only whispering and giggling interrupting Natsu's talk. After that, they all piled into a mini bus and went to the older part of Magnolia Cemetery, and Natsu handed each of them a candle in an old-fashioned hinged lantern. Lucy had raised her eyebrows at him, but he winked at her.

"Go along with it, it's all part of the fun", he whispered. After he had lit all their candles, he led them on a tour around, pointing out the weathered headstones of convicts' graves, and monuments to notable people who had founded Magnolia. He then led the way to the middle of the cemetery, where there was an open space amongst the rusted leaning cast iron fences that surrounded some of the graves. The wind was whistling through the eucalyptus trees overhead, and they could see distant lightning on the skyline behind the mountains out west. Lucy shivered.

"The mountains were first crossed by settlers and convicts in the early 1800's", began Natsu, "but it wasn't until the mid-1800's that Magnolia was first established. Down in Sydney, the summer heat combined with the lack of sewerage combined to create some very 'foul emanations' which many health professionals of the day believed caused diseases."

Natsu began pacing around amongst the graves, his strong voice echoing amongst the gravestones. The wind picked up, whipping the dark pink hair around his forehead, the thunder rumbling in the background dramatically. Lucy had to admit, he was definitely setting the scene. Quite a few of the high school girls were now gripping their boyfriends tightly.

"Our little mountain town became very popular as a sanitorium for the rich, as the bracing mountain air was praised as a cure all for consumption, or tuberculosis as it is properly called. During that time, tuberculosis was seen as a "romantic disease". When the British poet Lord Byron wrote "I should like to die from consumption", it became popularised as the disease of artists. But nothing can be further than the truth."

Here Natsu paused dramatically, and the wind chose that moment to push against the old rusted gate of the cemetery, causing it to squeak alarmingly. "There was a reason that the disease was known as consumption – because as the disease progressed, it seemed to consume the individual from within, with their weight drastically dropping until they were skin and bone."

Natsu began walking slowly in amongst the guests, holding his lantern up close to his face in the darkness, the shadows flickering over his features. "Night sweats and chills, and violent uncontrollable coughing were the fate of the sufferer as the disease gradually spread to other organs of the body – death was inevitable."

Natsu paused behind Lucy. "Spare a thought for those who travelled to the mountains to be cured, but who never returned home to their loved ones. I'd like you all to blow out your candles, and think of them for a moment."

Elsie and John blew out their candles, as did the boys, after a quick grin at each of their girlfriends. After a moment's hesitation, so did Lucy. Natsu was the last to blow out his candle.

For a moment, the darkness seemed impenetrable, but as her eyes adjusted, Lucy looked around. The gum trees stood sentinel around the edges of the small graveyard, looking slim and pale in the moonlight. She glanced up, and gasped as she saw the multitudes of stars in the heavens, which were invisible in metropolitan Sydney, the familiar constellations bringing joy to her heart. A meteor sped across her vision, and she felt Natsu's warm breath on her neck, as he whispered "Make a wish…" close to her ear.

A sudden flash of lightning, and deafening crack of thunder a second behind it made them all jump. Natsu produced a torch from his backpack, and led the way back to the bus.

Just after everyone had made their way up the stairs of the minibus, the rain started. Big fat drops chased each other down the window as Lucy peered out into the darkness, trying to see down into the valley.

Natsu apologised over his shoulder to his guests as he concentrated on keeping the bus on the slippery winding road. "I'm very sorry to announce this, but I'll have to cut our tour short; I think the weather is against us. We had one more stop, but it's steep there at the best of times, and for safety reasons, I'm going to have to cancel the rest of the evening."

There were some groans from the boys in the back seat, and Lucy felt a wave of disappointment – the one part of the tour that she had really wanted to see and it wasn't going to happen. Natsu added. "But, I'm happy to give you all a credit to come along again on the evening tour next week, if you're available, or to come some other time.

After dropping off the older couple, Natsu turned the little bus towards FairyTail Inn. The rain was so heavy now that they could hardly see the carpark outside the pub. The boys and girls all piled into two beat up cars and drove off into the night, and Lucy dashed over to her little VW. After sliding into her seat, she turned on the motor. The engine gave a screeching sound, but refused to turn over.

"C'mon, c'mon you bucket of bolts, start for me", begged Lucy, but it was no use. The battery was dead. Lucy leaned her head on the steering wheel, and was startled by a tap next to her on the driver's side car window. She turned, knowing exactly who it would be before she set eyes on him. Natsu's eyes were twinkling.

"It really doesn't seem to be your day, does it."

Lucy groaned. "I knew I should have just stayed in the cottage instead of coming on this tour. I was jinxed from the start."

Natsu grinned cheekily at her. "I'm afraid I can't do anything about your car. Macao has already driven off in the bus, which belongs to him. But I live just around the corner, if you don't mind a quick dash in the rain, and then I can give you a lift home. You're staying in Rose Cottage, aren't you?"

Lucy thought for a moment. In Sydney, she would have fobbed off a suggestion like this from a stranger and said no thank you. But there was something about Natsu that made her feel like she could trust him. He'd helped her when she'd fallen over this morning, hadn't she?

Natsu sensed her indecision. "If it helps, I live with my 85-year-old Grandmother. I doubt she'd allow anything untoward with a young lady whom I'd only just met. But, if you'd rather, I can call Gajeel the local mechanic, but we'd have to wait here in the car – the pub is closed up early because it's a week night."

Lucy weighed up her options. Call the local mechanic and wait in the dark in a small car with a man she barely knew, or go home with a man she barely knew, with a possibly fictitious grandmother acting as chaperone. She really didn't know much about Natsu at all, apart from the fact that he ran a ghost tour, was friendly with the local barman, and had warm hands and a nice smile that went all the way up to his eyes.

Natsu played his trump card.

"Gran had a Lemon Delicious pudding in the oven when I left. I'm willing to share, but I have to admit it's a wrench. Her cooking is awesome."

Lucy made her decision. "All right, I'll come with you, Mr Dragneel. But if you turn out to be a cold-blooded killer, I'll haunt you and your ghost tour for all eternity".

Natsu laughed. "I promise, the only thing I murder around here is a curry. And please call me Natsu, or that pudding is all mine. I only share Gran's cooking with friends I'm on a first name basis with."

Lucy found herself smiling back. "Ok, Natsu it is then. I'll have to share your umbrella I'm afraid – I didn't bring one."

"No problem Lucy", smiled Natsu, and held the umbrella over her as she manoeuvred her way out of the car and locked it. Once she was standing next to him, he handed the umbrella to her and stepped away.

"No, you'll be soaked!" she protested, trying to hold it over him as well, but it was difficult as he was much taller.

"Just keep it over you. The rain's too heavy to keep us both dry. Besides, I have clean clothes at home, you don't", he reasoned. Lucy decided they would get moving faster if she didn't argue, and they set off.

"How old did you say your grandmother is?", asked Lucy, as she tried to make conversation over the sound of the rain and the rumble of thunder in the background. She sincerely hoped they wouldn't get struck by lightning on the way home.

"Eighty-five", replied Natsu, "she'll be eighty-six in two weeks. She's a tough old lady. She and my Grandad moved over here from Wales when she was in her twenties. No doubt she'll quiz you on your family history."

Lucy raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, trying not to notice as he pushed his fingers through his now drenched hair, sending rivulets of rainwater down his face and throat, and under the collar of his shirt.

Natsu shrugged. "I've never heard the name Heartfilia before, and Gran loves family history. She runs…" he halted, momentarily, "she used to run the local historical society, and did genealogical research for people. Aren't you researching something like that for a book? You might have lots in common."

"Really? She probably knows where a lot of the records I need to access are then! That's amazing!", Lucy squealed in excitement. Natsu made a show of pretending to clean out the ear closest to Lucy with his little finger.

"What's that? You'll have to repeat it, I don't think you screamed it quite loud enough, ya weirdo", said Natsu, grinning at the way Lucy's eyes narrowed at him.

"Shut up!" she pouted, pushing his arm as he cackled at her response. "There's nothing weird about being excited about what you love doing! I really enjoy doing research, and it will be exciting to meet someone else who probably enjoys it too, based on what you've just told me."

"Don't worry, I'm just teasin' ya. So, what's a research expert, probably a big shot Professor, doing coming on my crummy little ghost tour?"

"It wasn't crummy!" protested Lucy, pushing his arm again. "I really enjoyed it. The graveyard was particularly atmospheric", she grinned.

Natsu chuckled. "I know. That thunder really set the mood; it's a shame I can't plan for a storm every time."

"I was impressed at the amount of historical detail you went into", Lucy continued. "I have to admit", she confessed guiltily, "my expectations really weren't set too high."

"Ah, I had help with that bit. My friend Levy, the local librarian, provided a lot of that information. And Gran too of course. Between the two of them, there's not much they don't know about Magnolia."

"This is amazing!" laughed Lucy. "Not even the first day, and I have leads on two people that can help with my research! It's just a shame that we didn't get to go to that last place on your tour. That's where I really wanted to go, because that bushranger, Mad Dog Craddock, that's who I'm writing about."

"No problem", grinned Natsu toothily. "If the rain lets up, I can take ya there tomorrow. I'm not on call, and I don't have any plans. Just have ta finish a few repair jobs for Gran, and then you've got me for the whole day".

"Oh, um, I don't want you to go to too much trouble…", began Lucy hesitantly.

"No, it's no trouble at all", beamed Natsu. "Unless…", he stopped, a slow look of growing comprehension moving across his face. "Natsu, you idiot", he muttered to himself.

Turning to look Lucy in the eye, he said "Lucy, I'm really sorry. I wasn't even thinking. You don't know me at all, and I'm probably making you uncomfortable. It's probably weird enough that you're walking home with a total stranger." He sighed, stepping around a large puddle that had formed in the footpath in front of them. He looked up at her again. "I guess I was forgetting that you're not from around here, and usually I don't hesitate to offer to do stuff like this, because everyone knows who I am. But you don't. I totally understand if you wouldn't feel right going somewhere alone with me. I promise I won't be offended."

He moved in front of her to open a cast iron small gate and gestured for her to move through before him. "Here's Gran's house. I did offer a chaperone and dessert."

He walked up the path to the veranda of the federation house, sweeping his wet pink locks off his face again, and produced a key from his pocket. Just as Lucy stepped onto the veranda, the rain let up. "Figures", smiled Natsu. He opened the front door, letting the welcoming light in the hallway spill out to greet them. Lucy shook as much water off the umbrella as she could, and after leaning it up against the railing on the veranda, followed Natsu inside.

So, another chapter. Lucy and Natsu are starting to get to know each other. I know Natsu is a little flirty in this AU, but he grew up differently to the manga, in a stable home in a small town with lots of friends. He's a very cheerful flirt - it's just his way of being friendly.

Lucy did not grow up in a nice environment in this AU; she's very self protective, and doesn't handle being out of her comfort zone that well. She tends to rely on her intellect, and is a bit of an introvert (not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm one myself!). This is not something Natsu will 'cure' her of, it's just part of her personality. She's warming up to Natsu though, probably a lot quicker than she realises. She'll have to work out if she's comfortable enough in his company to ask for help.

#nalu fanfiction #Nalu #natsu x lucy #Keys to her Heart #fairytail fanfiction

[cupcakemolotov]

Runaway

Another WIP bites the dust!

It was the burning on her wrist that told her she needed to move. Standing outside de Young Museum in the Golden Gate Park, backpack slung over her shoulder, she squinted into the afternoon sun, and cursed the pretty February afternoon. San Francisco was known for the thick blanket of fog, but she’d been tempted outside by the rare sunshine. She was hardly the only one, and the park was crowded.

Tugging her baseball cap a little further over her messy bun, she casually mingled with the roaming students and the shrieking middle schoolers. She didn’t see anything out of place, but the soulmate mark on her left wrist didn’t lie. Klaus was here, somewhere in the park. She’d have to be careful, if she didn’t want to be found.

She’d been fourteen, the first time her wrist had caught fire. Her father had come home early, brought his business associates with him. Her mom had been late going to a shift, and had seen her dad’s car pull up. Her spine had gone stiff, shoulders drawn tight, and Caroline had been ushered into the backyard and told to head over to Bonnie’s until she came for her.

Caroline had set off as told, but had circled back around, intent on catching a glimpse of who the mysterious men where. Squeezing between the fences, she crouched low and waited. Half an hour later, her patience had been rewarded, and the men had left. They’re faces had been difficult to distinguish from a distance, the dark suits and similar builds even more so. What she had been able to see had skittered alarm in cold fingers down her spine; the way her father had stood so stiff and formal.

But it had been the glint of sunshine off dark blonde curls, the carry of sharply accented words on the warm breeze that had started to burn. Those faint words had cut off, the sudden change of impatient and annoyed body language abruptly stiffening. The tilt of his head, the way he turned to scan her neighborhood spoke of hunting, and she’d crouched low, fingers clamping tightly over her wrist, as if she could hide it.

She’d stayed there, crouched low and small, shivering in the afternoon sun until she finally heard the roar of engines, until that terrifying sensation of being hunted disappeared. Then she’d snuck back the way she came, and raced to Bonnie’s. She hadn’t taken a full breath of air until she stood in Grams kitchen, breathing in the familiar scent of herbs and cookies.

Caroline had managed to hide the truth for two years. She started avoiding her father, had asked for a watch for her birthday. Her parents unexpected separation had helped, until she could almost pretend that hot July afternoon had never happened.Then she’d walked into her father’s murder and everything had changed.

Caroline bit off a series of curses that would have left her grounded had her mother heard them. Her muscles ached after a long day of cheerleading camp, and she resented the stairs she was forced to climb as the elevator in her dad’s apartment complex was repaired. Taking a deep breath, and reminding herself firmly that cheer scholarships didn’t hand themselves outs, she hooked her gym bag across her chest, and determinedly started back up the last of the stairs.

Cheer Camp had been her compromise for agreeing to her dad’s request that she spend her Spring Break at his new place. He’d gotten married over Christmas, and wanted to introduce her to his new family. Caroline had tried to say no, angry and resentful that she hadn’t been invited to the wedding. She hated that she was being forced to pretend that she didn’t mind that her dad had replaced her, that Steven and his daughter weren’t her worst nightmares.

The better versions of his old family.

Then he’d gone and forgotten to pick her up.

Whatever guilt she might have maintained for stealing cash out of his wallet had all but evaporated when she’d needed it for the cab that she’d just paid for. Steven had taken the week off to hang out with them, and her prickly attitude hadn’t seeming phased the affable man, but it clearly had been enough that he hadn’t answered her numerous calls either.

Promising herself she was going to have another discussion with her mom about setting up her own bank account, she heaved a sigh of relief as she reached the correct floor. Stephanie had better not be anywhere near the bathroom. Caroline wanted a bath, and she’d barely tolerating sharing.

Mouth compressed into a straight line, she’d yanked the apartment door open and walked into a slaughter.

Shifting her backpack a little higher, she casually glanced around again, biting her lip nervously. This was as close as she’d been to Klaus in years. How had he found her? In the years since Richmond, she’d avoid him only twice before. Once in Austin, and once in Chicago. She deliberately stayed in big cities, places it was harder to track her scent.

Places it was harder to corner her.

She still dreamed of him. Fingers tightening around the strap of her backpack, Caroline broke out in a cold sweat of the memories being near him always forced to the surface. The cold yellow of his eyes as he stabbed her father, the splatter of blood across Klaus’ face and curls, the clear signs of torture on Steven’s face, the limp body of Stephanie. The sudden burning ache in her wrist, the clash of disbelief and violence in his perfect face.

His voice following her as she’d turned and ran.

But nothing had been as bad as Chicago.

Shivering at the old memory, pulse a rapid staccato in her throat, she took a centering breath and pushed the the past aside. She’d avoided Klaus Mikaelson for three years, she could do it again.

But it was becoming harder.

The ache in her wrist a minor inconvenience compared to the need that ground against her bones. It’d only been worse, since he’d touched her. The clawing need to touch him in turn, to press shaking fingers against the muscle and bone of him, to draw on the strength he’d offered so freely.

Instead, she’d driven her knee into his thigh, had taken off in a wild run that had left her lost and terrified. Her hands had shaken so badly, she’d nearly fried the engine she’d been hotwiring. She’d put six hundred mile between them before she’d allowed herself to think.

But that night she’d learned that being too close to her intrepid soul mate brought other dangers. Instead of the night terrors that had once woken her, skin cold and clammy, she’d woken soaked in sweat, but not from terror.

For weeks, she dreamed of Klaus’ hands on her skin, his mouth a slow seduction against her breasts, her thighs. He never spoke in those dreams. Her only memories of his voice were the first violent utterance of her name, and years later, the impatient and rough way he’d reached for her with words and hands.

She’d tried to excise him from her veins. No witch would help her, seeing her as the leash they’d inflicted on werewolves. Mate, soulmate, trap. It didn’t matter what word was used, she was a magical weapon and Klaus was her affliction.

Caroline had never bothered with drugs, terrified he’d find her when running wasn’t an option. Once her hormones had come raging to life with only a brush of Klaus’ fingertips against her skin, she’d tried to drown herself with sex. She’d never crossed into the true hedonism, but no matter how good the orgasm, she never truly eased the ache.

Sometimes she hated him for it.

Most often, she wondered what it’d be like if it’d been different. If she’d found him before…

But wishful thinking was for children.

Turning sharply at the rose garden, she ground to a halt she found herself feet away from Klaus. He watched her with eyes gone wolf gold, mouth set into a stubborn line that her fingers burned to touch. Seeing him, being close enough to touch him, was a punch in her solar plexus. She’d have known the planes of his the set of his jaw, even had she never dreamed of him

It was a helpless little compulsion to keep track of him that she’d learned to feed little tidbits too. A google search in a library here and a lingering dinner at a bar during a specific newscast there. Following the violence and prestige of America’s werewolf packs was a national hobby. No alpha generated headlines like Klaus Mikaelson, the English upstart who’d ruthlessly cut himself a territory in the Deep South, expanded his territory with his witch siblings.

An alpha who was famously single.

Caroline’s fingers curled tightly into the straps of her backpack as her weight shifted to her toes, and he shook his head slowly.

“I’ll catch you.”

There was no doubt that he’d meant it, this werewolf who hunted her. Everything inside her trembled, and she licked dry lips. “You haven’t yet.”

The gold blazed, brightening around his pupil, and Caroline realized it was the first time she’d spoken to him directly. His hands dipped into his pockets, posture no less tense. People milled around them, seemingly unaware of the danger that lurked, but Klaus ignored anyone but her.

“That’s true,” Klaus agreed, head tipping to the side as he watched her. “But my intentions have never been to cage you.”

She wondered that he thought he could. She tensed as his weight shifted, but Klaus held his position. “What do you want?”

A flicker of disbelief crossed his face, and those vibrant eyes narrowed. “You, Caroline.”

The wolf crawled into his voice, sank into this utterance of her name with a rumble that was nearly tangible against her skin. Electricity sparked across her wrist, and her need to touch him left her knuckles White against the straps. “You killed by dad.”

“I did,” he rumbled, hands leaving his pockets to clasp behind his back, as if he didn’t trust them. As if he felt the ache of her skin as keenly as she did. “Your mother said you’d hold it against me.”

Her spine snapped into a rigid line, breath stuttering in her throat. She hadn’t spoken to her mother in years. Her eyes burned, her next exhale a hiss between her teeth. “Do not bring my mother into this.”

Impatience sharpened his eyes to blades. “I haven’t harmed a hair on her head.”

Bewildered by the thread of something nearly wounded in his voice now, she shook her head, hair falling into her eyes. “I’m supposed to believe that?”

Klaus’ jaw clenched white and red, shoulders drawn rigid. “Yes.”

Caroline jolted at the harshness of that word. Anger churned in her veins, twisted up hard against the stupid need to believe him. Struggling to control the conflicting emotions, she bit her lip hard as he took a careful step back. She barely held in the needy little cry that burned on her tongue.

His eyes slid shut, and when they opened again, they were blue. “Call your mother, Caroline.”

“Why?” It was a rasp in her throat, and his fingers flexed.

“Because she has no reason to lie to you,” Klaus said simply. “You’ll know where to find me, should you wish it.”

Caroline watched him walk away, heart hammering in her throat. He’d walked away. Klaus had let her go. Her inhale was shaky, indecision nearly paralyzingly her.

She could call her mom.

Steadying, she turned on her heels and forced herself to go the opposite direction her feet wanted her to follow. Klaus was right. This connection ran two ways, if she wanted to find him, she could. First she’d talk to her mom.

Then maybe…

#my fic #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #sfw

[sonnetxli]

Temple Stairs

May 20

Kyoto

We started our day off with showers and breakfast at our hostel. They had both Japanese and Western breakfast foods available so it was nice to have something reminiscint of home for a change (tiny French toast for G, tiny pancakes for me). We also took our time getting going so that we would have more energy for the busy day ahead!

Firstly we walked to the subway station and headed south a few stops. As we walked along the main street at the other end, we noticed many shops were closed and I remembered that it was Monday. Still, there were a few that were open. I especially enjoyed a small pottery shop that was chock full of beautiful little cups, plates, and other colorful items. A door at the back looked through to a plant-filled courtyard, and the old man who ran the shop was adorable! I bought a few items and he was friendly, asked a few simple questions in English, commented on the weather, chuckled to himself as though life was worth enjoying, and carefully wrapped each item for me. It made me even more glad that I had bought some of his wares.

We found our way over to the right hill and started to climb, along with crowds of people and throngs of school children, up to the temple Kiyomizudera. The front grounds were more expansive than I remembered and it was a lot of effort to go all the way up to the entrance, but very beautiful!

We paid our admission and headed inside. The main building was under renovation but there were still amazing views out the side balconies and a quilt of various colored trees over the hills. Truly stunning! We took our time to walk the back paths and take lots of pictures. It was raining off and on but that kept things cool and made for good picture-taking.

As we reached the back corner we noticed a path leading up and away from the main route. No one else was going that way, but it didn’t seem to be off limits, so we decided to explore it. A little further up we saw a sign for a different temple so we decided to follow that path and see what it was like. It was nice to get away from the main area, which had been quite crowded and loud, and walk on this back trail. The foliage was a little wild and somehow made me think of Jurassic Park. There was also a sign a little further on that warned of monkeys in the area and that you should not approach or take pictures of them. This was not an encouragement to me as I do not like monkeys, but G enjoyed teasing me about it. (Spoiler alert: we didn’t see any monkeys, rabid or otherwise, so everything was fine.)

We carried on, enjoying the back path which seemed to lead its way past some residences and other small buildings, and eventually found the way up to the temple. It was small, quiet, and cute, and we were happy to wander through it. As nice as the famous places are, we both agreed that we we most enjoyed walking along side streets and hidden areas. Adventuring is definitely in our blood!

Satisfied, we retraced our steps and joined the flow of people to walk down and out the main path of the bigger temple. As we got close to the main building we saw some cute seating areas (sans chairs) with low tables where you could buy a snack. We decided to do this and plopped down at an open spot. After each ordering a strawberry milk shaved ice, we had a rest there while enjoying the sweet treat and watching people pass by. G noticed that several people took pictures of us specifically, which we found amusing.

I had a strong desire to visit Fushimi Inari Taisha, my favorite shrine, and we realized it made more sense geographically to go there on the same day rather than the next one, so we resolved to do just that. We walked back to the station along the same avenue and decided to drop by the same store we had been at before. This time it was G’s turn to buy things from the adorable shopkeeper and he was just as fun as before. We also found a shop that sold used kimonos, yukatas, and other traditional clothes. I found a yukata that I liked and the sales lady helped me try it on. It was absolutely lovely, and even though I was sure I would never be able to arrange it quite as elegantly as she did I still bought it. I was rather elated at finally finding a yukata!

We took the subway and then started up another set of stairs towards the second shrine. Feeling in need of a late lunch, we ducked into a small shop and had fried chicken and stir-fried curry noodles. Both were quite good and the food was much needed! A little further up I saw a roadside stand selling grilled rice cakes and we decided to have those as well. I am always happy to have rice cakes in any form; these ones reminded me of s’mores.

Right as we started to eat our snack we were approached by a group of six or seven middle-schoolers in uniform who asked if they could interview us for their class assignment. Of course we agreed! They took turns asking us questions off the page and scribbling down answers, and then asked to take a picture with us. They were so cute! We had a lot of fun helping them. I wanted to ask them if we could take a picture together too but the opportunity passed. Ah well!

Fushimi Inari has a lot of stairs that lead up and through dozens upon dozens of torii gates, but with renewed energy we walked all over that shrine. We went all the way up to a main area that I had visited last time, but then continued past there to loop around and back. We also spent more time exploring the various areas with their numerous gates and fox shrines. It was still raining but we greatly enjoyed ourselves! When we had seen mostly everything we came back down the hill and caught the train back up to our neighborhood.

[mutant-jojos]

In the spirit of Aggressively Arospec Month, I’ve decided to repost the aro Jotaro fic I wrote back in March. Normally I’d just link the AO3 post, but seeing as Tungle.hell doesn’t let outside links appear in tags anymore, I’ll just post it here. It’s short enough, anyway.

This is a very personal piece that was written very hastily, partly as a vent fic, and partly out of bitterness that the one (1) fic in the aromantic tag for JJBA at the time was about Polnareff having a one-sided crush on Kakyoin. It may not be the best fic in the world, but I hope it at least helps someone understand what it’s like to be aromantic. Please don’t forget about us.

Rating: M (Swearing, mentions of sexual stuff) Words: 2,212 Characters: Jotaro and Kakyoin Pairings: NONE Content warnings: Internalized arophobia, whatever the hell you would call mentions of fucking anthropomorphic trains (...it makes more sense in context I swear)

Jotaro lay on his side on his bed, a book in one hand, the other absent-mindedly petting Star Platinum (who was happily gnawing on a sock). On the floor in mostly disassembled heap was Kakyoin, scrolling through his phone with his one intact hand, reading Wikipedia or looking at post-modern surrealist memes or whatever it was Kakyoin did online anyway.

To an outsider, it might have seemed like they were ignoring each other and thus being bad friends, but it was quite the opposite. It was their ideal type of “hanging out”- just enjoying each other’s company, with the freedom to pursue their own interests, and no pressure to interact or search for some sort of compromise instead of doing what they each wanted to do. And besides, they did occasionally engage in conversation, just not to an unnecessary extent.

“Hey,” Kakyoin broke the silence, tilting his head back to look at Jotaro. “If you could play any obscure video game, what would it be?”

Jotaro snorted. “I don’t think I even know any obscure games. I’m not a dorito gremlin like you,” he teased.

“Oh, come on. There’s gotta be at least something weird you’ve always wanted to play,” Kakyoin prodded, smirking slightly.

Jotaro put his book down for a moment as he thought about it, trying to recall any video games that sounded interesting.

“I don’t know… I guess, maybe… Earthbound,” he decided. “Dunno what it’s about exactly, but I heard it’s kinda fucked up. And I guess you get to hit things with a baseball bat, so that’s cool.”

Kakyoin nodded. “I think the plot is like… Zelda, but it’s South Park, and designed to break your spirit,” he described vaguely.

“Oh, in that case I take it back. South Park is obnoxious.”

“It’s not literally South Park,” Kakyoin corrected him. “Just, you know, it’s like grade schoolers from the city doing fucked up shit… or… Look, I’ve never played it, I don’t know,” he admitted finally.

“Well then you shouldn’t have asked me to pick an obscure game,” Jotaro pointed out. “Anyway, I know you only asked so you could tell me about something, so go ahead.”

“I want to play the Fullmetal Alchemist video games,” Kakyoin said resolutely. Clearly, Jotaro had been correct.

Jotaro raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I didn’t know it had video games.”

“Yeah, there’s a couple,” Kakyoin replied. “They’re kind of hard to find these days, so I’ve never managed to get one, but I’ve wanted to play them for a while. I heard there’s one where Ed dies,” he added with a slow, wide-eyed nod, as if sharing some controversial rumor.

“That makes no sense. He’s the protagonist, he can’t die,” Jotaro said with a confused frown.

“I think he like, gets stabbed or something, and then he comes back to life…”

“...Isn’t like, the entire point of the series that people can’t come back from the dead? Like, I’m pretty sure they made that clear in episode 1,” Jotaro pointed out, even more confused.

“I know, it makes no sense. Which is why I totally want to see it,” Kakyoin laughed. “Ed was my first crush, you know.”

Jotaro went quiet for several seconds.

“...Al’s better,” Jotaro mumbled after a while.

“Oh, so Al was your Fullmetal crush?” Kakyoin teased.

Jotaro frowned in disgust. That was not what he’d meant.

“No.”

“Really? Then why are you blushing?” Kakyoin countered with a knowing smirk.

“Because it’s an embarrassing question, now leave me alone,” Jotaro growled, pulling his hat down over his face. The conversation was quickly becoming something Jotaro did not wish to discuss.

“Alright,” Kakyoin gave in, sounding slightly apologetic. “Answer me one question, though.”

“What is it?”

“Who was your first crush?” Kakyoin asked curiously.

Oh no.

Oh no. Shit. Fuck. Oh no. Why did Kakyoin have to ask that question? How the hell was Jotaro supposed to answer that? It wasn’t like he could just say he’d never had one, what kind of 18-year-old had never had a crush? Jotaro realized he’d have to make something up. He petted Star Platinum nervously as he went through mental lists of people, trying to pick someone that sounded reasonable for him to be attracted to.

“...R-Rosalind Franklin,” he decided after a minute, and then mentally kicked himself for being so hasty with his answer. Rosalind Franklin? Really?

“Ok, that’s a lie,” Kakyoin replied.

Jotaro’s eyes widened in horror. “What… what makes you say that,” he deadpanned. He briefly considered stopping time and just leaving, but that would only increase Kakyoin’s suspicions.

“For one thing, you sounded really uncertain and kind of like you were just making that up. And besides, aren’t you gay?” Kakyoin explained.

“Uh.” Was Jotaro gay?

Probably, he thought. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion. How could he be so foolish as to forget he was, evidently, gay? Damn you, Rosalind Franklin.

“What’s up with you? You’re being weirdly dodgy about this,” Kakyoin pointed out, frowning slightly. “Is there something you’re afraid to tell me?”

Jotaro didn’t respond; he didn’t know how to. He was completely backed into a corner. Out of options, he adjusted his hat again, and sighed before reluctantly answering.

“I’m fucked up, Kakyoin,” he said quietly.

“I know, but what’s that have to do with anything?” Kakyoin asked gently.

“I don’t get crushes. I just don’t. I don’t think I can,” Jotaro explained, running his fingers along the brim of his hat nervously. “I don’t even really know what a crush is supposed to feel like. Hell, I thought romance was fake until like, last year,” he added with an anxious laugh.

Kakyoin gave him a confused, slightly worried look. “What do you mean, fake? You thought people only pretend to get married and all that? Jotaro, that makes no sense.”

Jotaro shook his head. “No, not exactly, like… Back in middle school I’d see all these kids dating and shit, and I always thought ‘Oh, they don’t really like each other. Nobody gets those kinds of feelings at this age. They’re just imitating what they see on TV.’ And I guess I just kinda kept thinking that without realizing it, until I was like 17 and then it finally hit me that… It’s just me, I’m the weird one,” he finished with a sigh.

“Oh… I see,” Kakyoin said with a slow, careful nod, as if thinking carefully about Jotaro’s confession. “Um… Sorry I pressured you like that. That was wrong of me,” he admitted apologetically, looking away.

Jotaro gave a little shrug, and pretended to go back to reading his book- though really, his heart was racing too much to pay attention to it. He pulled Star Platinum close to his chest, and held the odd creature like a cat as he tried to calm down, or at least to look calm. Kakyoin had returned to his phone and seemed determined about whatever he was doing, and his lack of real reaction to Jotaro’s confession worried Jotaro. Was Kakyoin angry at him?

The minutes passed in agonizing silence, the only sounds being the ticking of the clock on the wall, the gentle gurgling of the fish tank filter, and the occasional electronic clacking of Kakyoin typing on his phone. As Star Platinum chewed on the sleeve of Jotaro’s hoodie, Jotaro found himself regretting everything he’d said in the past 5 minutes. And then regretting everything he had said ever, in his entire life. He regretted his whole existence. He felt like he’d just ruined his only friendship by admitting just how weird he really was. And sure, he had a laundry list of issues that had never bothered Kakyoin, but surely Kakyoin had to have a limit, right? He wasn’t talking to him, so Jotaro must have finally found the breaking point. This was it. It was all over. Jotaro had fucked up, all because he… didn’t have a crush on Alphonse Elric? Was that the original topic? It didn’t matter. Friendship was dead and so was Jotaro. Happiness was a lie and all roads led to anxiety.

“Hey, are you ok?” Kakyoin asked, breaking Jotaro’s train of thought.

“What,” Jotaro responded flatly, feeling slightly confused. By his side, Star Platinum squeaked and wiggled around in an attempt to escape Jotaro’s too-tight hug.

“You look like you’re kinda freaking out,” Kakyoin informed him sympathetically, as Star Platinum finally managed to slip free, and ran to his bed.

“I’m fine,” Jotaro replied hastily.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

Jotaro gave Kakyoin a slow, awkward thumbs up. Clearly the epitome of composure.

Kakyoin frowned worriedly. “Hey, look, I’m not mad at you or anything, I promise. It’s perfectly ok with me that you don’t like anyone,” he assured Jotaro.

“...Are you sure?” Jotaro questioned hesitantly.

“Jojo, you’d still be my best friend even if you were exclusively attracted to anthropomorphic trains,” Kakyoin promised, with a slight laugh.

“Why the fuck would I be into that?” Jotaro exclaimed in disgust, sitting up abruptly.

“I dunno, there seem to be a surprising amount of people who want to fuck Thomas the Tank Engine gijinkas,” Kakyoin replied with a shrug.

Jotaro shuddered. “Please, never say that sentence ever again.”

“Gladly,” Kakyoin agreed.

Kakyoin reformed his body, his unravelled arms and legs pulling together like a retracting yo-yo to return to a human shape, and then sat down at the foot of the bed.

“So I looked up some stuff, and… Forgive me if I’m jumping to conclusions, but from what you said it sounds like you might be aromantic,” he began seriously.

Jotaro frowned at him confusedly. “No, I just said I don’t do romance,” he reiterated, misunderstanding Kakyoin’s statement.

“Not ‘a romantic’, aromantic,” Kakyoin corrected him. “‘A’ as in ‘without’.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s like… supposedly there’s two types of attraction- Ok no, there’s actually more than that, but like as far as dating and all that goes there’s two: romantic attraction and sexual attraction,” Kakyoin began his explanation. “Romantic attraction is all the kissing and getting married and I love yous and all that-” (Jotaro rolled his eyes in disgust) “-And sexual attraction is fairly self-explanatory.”

“Makes sense,” Jotaro said, and looked at Kakyoin expectantly, waiting for him to get to the point.

“So someone who’s aromantic might experience sexual attraction, but not romantic attraction,” Kakyoin finished.

Jotaro paused for a moment to think about this. It certainly seemed logical, sure, but…

“That’s just hypothetical, though,” he decided.

Kakyoin raised an eyebrow. “Well… Sure, I guess you could look at it that way, but most sociological stuff is pretty hypothetical by definition,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but people like that don’t really exist,” Jotaro insisted.

“Of course they do,” Kakyoin argued.

Jotaro gave him an unconvinced look. “So you’re telling me that there are people out there other than me who have never liked anyone, aren’t going to like anyone, and aren’t just royally fucked up in the head?” he repeated sarcastically.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying this whole time, yeah,” Kakyoin answered, trying his best to be patient but still sounding ever so slightly irritated.

Jotaro shook his head. “I don’t buy it. That just doesn’t happen to other people.”

“And how would you know, anyway?” Kakyoin countered, to Jotaro’s surprise. “You only have six people you talk to on a regular basis, I swear you leave the house like once every time Halley’s comet comes around, and you don’t use social media much either,” he pointed out. “If all the women in the world shaved their heads, you wouldn’t notice unless it was mentioned in a scientific journal.”

Damn.

“...Fine, I guess you have a point,” Jotaro admitted reluctantly.

Maybe Kakyoin was right. Maybe there was more to it than just Jotaro’s mental health issues. Really, it wasn’t like he wanted to be alone; he’d just grown up so surrounded by romance that he found it hard to believe that there could be anyone out there who felt the same way he did.

But maybe… maybe he wasn’t so broken after all.

Kakyoin gave Jotaro a gentle nudge.

“Besides… Even if you’re the only one in the world, that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. You don’t have to like anyone. It’s ok,” he promised, gentle yet persistent.

Jotaro stared at Kakyoin for a minute, not sure what to say. He wasn’t really one to express his emotions much, but… Somehow, hearing those words felt like he’d finally found something he’d been searching for his whole life, without even knowing it. Like something was finally going right.

“...Thanks,” he said quietly, and he meant it.

Kakyoin smiled in response, looking almost proud. “Of course.”

“Hey… Don’t mention this to anyone, ok?” Jotaro added as an afterthought. While it was nice that Kakyoin accepted him, the last thing he needed was Joseph “New Crush Every Month” Joestar getting on his back about things.

“Sure,” Kakyoin agreed.

“Thanks,” Jotaro repeated once again. Hesitantly, he reached for Kakyoin’s hand, a quiet, shy gesture of affection.

Kakyoin responded by moving in close to Jotaro’s side, leaning his head against Jotaro. Jotaro sighed contentedly and put an arm around Kakyoin’s shoulders.

“Want to watch a movie?” Kakyoin suggested.

“Yeah.”

Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

#JJBA #Jotaro Kujo #Aromantic #Arospec #AggressivelyArospecWeek #Writing

[sassmill]

fuck it do em all

I'm going to come to Canada and physically fight you reese I'm gonna whup your ass harder than that ice did ASK ME THINGS1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? Phoebe what the fuck2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?She kind of awkwardly half flirts with me and it's just not great3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?Make good choices 4. Is your last name longer than six letters?It's 85. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?In character drunk but physically sober because I'm a lonely virgin who's only action is onstage 6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?Not yet lmfao but let's see what happens when I respond to her text tomorrow morning 7. What does your last received text say?"That loud effect was so fitting"8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?Like four times in rehearsal I think 9. Where was your last kiss at?Our black box theatre 10. When is the last time you saw your sister?Mid October when I was home for less than 48 hours 11. What do you drink in the morning?Stale dusty water that's been sitting on my bedside all week 12. Where did you sleep last night?Good ole room 30513. Do you think relationships are hard?Trying to start one when you're an anxious lesbian sure fuckin is!!!14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?Uhhhhhh I woulda spent less money on dumb shit I don't need that's for sure 15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?Yeah she's weirdly aggressive with her awkward flirting and I don't think she can take a hint that I'm not really into it 16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?Rainy 17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?Yeah my fuckin next door neighbor last year had the same damn first AND middle name as me 18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?I'm wearing Reese's cups boxers19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?God willing 20. Does anyone like you?I'm pretty sure 21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?No 22. Is the last person you kissed gay?She's not straight 23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?I almost vomited onstage because of this one girl's breath this morning so24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?Yeah it's lily tomlin inspired 25. In the past week have you cried?My dude I've cried three times today alone and two of them were Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert related26. What breed was the last dog you saw? I saw so! Many! Dogs! At the park today!27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?Ah dorm showers are weird and small so I don't have a solid answer for this 28. Have you ever kissed a football player?What kind of straight shit is this29. Do you think you’re old?Yeah I feel like I'm fuckin 42 and I can't even buy my own wine yet 30. Do you like text messaging?Yeah 31. What type of day are you having?Pretty chi- nope never mind I've actually been lowkey pissed all day. Someone stole my fucken brand new setting spray from the dressing room and then one of our actresses fucked up her lines so bad we skipped over two scenes and somehow managed to cover it smoothly 32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?Not really 33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?I prefer the weather to be overcast with thunderstorms in the afternoon, and the rest of the day to be precisely 56° f with low humidity 34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?Yeah which reminds me I need to show Clair the ham and cheese cheer I came up with backstage today 35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?At this point I'll take what I can get36. Are you a simple or complicated person?Pretty complicated. I don't even know what's going on with me most of the time. 37. What song are you listening to?The entire Broadway cast recording of Tuck Everlasting38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?Yeah I don't apologize unless I'm sorry39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?A couple40. What made you start liking the person you like now?Ah that's a tricky one because I used to hate her but I guess her personality as I got to know her better 41. When did you last receive a text message?About 20 minutes ago42. What is wrong with you right now?We don't have time to go into this, physical or mental43. How well do you know the last female you texted?Ask the cheese monster 44. Does anyone disgust you?I wish I could make you smell the dressing room I have to share with these girls 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?Yeah I'm gay46. Are you in a good mood right now?Eh I'm tired but preoccupied 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Wangini48. What color shirt are you wearing?Green49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?Uh probably 50. Anyone you’re giving up on?Yeah one of my close friends on campus just decided to cut an entire group of us off entirely and I wasn't even a part of the drama so I don't need it51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?More like I hated her and then fell hat52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?Haven't we all53. Do you like rain?Indecent by Paula Vogel directed by Rebecca taichman changed my life54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?As long as they pass me a glass we're good55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?HA56. Do you like to cuddle?I wouldn't know considering I never have anyone to cuddle with 57. Are you shy?I have social anxiety but I'm also an actress so so with that set of characteristics what you will 58. Do you get along with girls?I am. A, lesbean?59. Have you dated the person you texted last?No but people thought we were dating in middle school because that's how gay our friendship is60. What do you carry with you at all times?A crippling sensation of dread61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?My dude that's my literal ideal career I'm coming for zak bagans 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?I have no fuckin clue63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?Ha64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?I would fucking melt65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?We got to do a cast meet and greet with elementary schoolers after the show this morning and it was precious 66. How old are the last three people you kissed?Oh my god there's just one she's like 26 I think67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Nail salons are sensory hell and make me want to run screaming68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Leopard 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? I barely have my license but my laptop is covered in stickers 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Whomst the fuck I choose option C Dolly Parton 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? No clue73. Do you like diet soda? It's all soda74. What color are the walls in your room? At home a gross green color, in the dorm a lovely dirty offwhite cinderblock 75. Are you 16 or older? Almost 2076. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? I watched three solid seasons and still couldn't decide whether or not I enjoyed it77. Do you have a job? Museum intern/curator78. What are your initials? EVG79. Did you ever have braces? From fifth grade to freshman year of high school 80. Are you from the south? I'm a NEW ENGLANDER81. What does your last status on facebook say? "Don't even talk to me about Christmas music unless your favorite Christmas song involves both Rosie O'Donnell AND the Dixie chicks"82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? Not really83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? My dad84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? Yeah I was awful at both85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? IT86. Do you smoke? I partake when invited87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Ugh neither why would I hate arch support that much88. Is your phone touch screen? What year were these questions written89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? My hair doesn't do anything but straight even if I curl it90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? I'm lame91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Pool92. Have you ever made out in a car? No93. …Had sex in a car? NO94. Are you single or in a relationship? Single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Crying over Marilla Cuthbert96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? Do the projections we have at the end of the fair scene in Charlotte's Web count because if so yesterday around 11 am97. Do you like the camera on your phone? Yeah sure I guess 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? No100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? Isn't that what Facebook is really for 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? That sounds straight 102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Praying 103. Do you have any tan lines right now? I think I permanently damaged the skin on my boobs over the summer because I got a really bad burn at camp and it faded to a tan but it's still there just on my boobs and it's been months 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? This question made me physically ill