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topconfessions · 3 years

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I f* hate those extrem fake ass fans, like the behieve/blinks/selenetors that are unable to see the full colors of their artist and that love to denied the obvious thing, why is so hard to believe that all of them has plastic sergury? Like Be has a huge ass that she didn't had before and all say she is natural and likee noo you can see the plastic with those tiny suits the same for blinks like lisa has a lot of cergury, why is so hard to love your idols being just human? Or selena drug issue?

Mental illness and being butthurt sums up any PS denial with Lisa. She got plastic surgery on her nose among other treatments to her face and the usual stereotypical ritual skin whitening / bleaching. No excuses. It's right in your face. I'm going to say this...

Whoever did her surgery did an amazing job. She had a nose like Michael Jackson when he wad still young. Bulbous, very large, dominating the focal point of the face, large nostrils and the cartilage with the nose bridge lacking definition and being unrefined. You have to be stupid or pissy to say this isnt the case. I need to stop mentioning him all the time but this time it counts. The difference between him and her is that he got the wrong surgeons. Had he got the right surgeons he could have stopped at thriller - bad era when he was her age (he was 24 -30 around that time*)

You don't go from having such a massive nose to that nose without a rhinoplasty. People deny deny deny cause HER SURGERY TURNED OUT VERY WELL. Same with Ariana Grande. Why does nobody realize she has about 3-4 different faces like Michael Jackson and has morphed into a very different person just like him? I want to know although I have the answer. I want to know opinions on this. Cause my answer is - great surgical work and aesthetics. Plastic surgery gets glossed over the most perfect and symmetrical it turns out. The more fitting it is to a person the more people want to become uncertain unless its bold and undeniably there.

Yuta from NCT did too much to his chin and most know this cause it did not turn out well at one point. Most know GD got a chin implant and a nose job cause it's obviously there plus minus hardcore stans, he doesn't have a fanbase that will turn a blind eye to it.

Taehyung aka V from BTS OBVIOUSLY GOTot surgery but whew. Jesus Christ it was WORTH IT HONEY! It was what he needed and it truly elevated his looks to a completely different level. He was already cute and had the perfect canvas of a face for it anyways. His nose was not attractive and a lesser distracting version of Lisa's nose.

Also Lisa has some considerable space between her eyes. It's not as apparent as Halle from Chloe x Halle, but it's there. I say this as someone with a similar facial structure to some degree aka large nose and sorta spaced buggy eyes (LOL), I notice if someone like Lisa has that very aesthetically obstructed nose their eyes is a pattern not too uncommonly found.

Lisa is a mega success story and I actually believe if she wasn't famous she should still have gotten surgery done theoretically. All I will say is when we all get older and full on grown by the time Lisa potentially has kids, the truth will come out!!! Unless Lisa's future children luck out and get their fathers facial structure, her kids will have very large bulbous protruding noses. This is something genetic that will show itself.

I would like to know the tea on who her surgeon is as well as Taeyong surgeon and I'm Jinah aka nana from after school. Taeyang was always cute though.

Selena is just a sign of the times. Without Justin she wouldn't be where she is. I said it I said it so what. She is another kiko Mizuhara to me!! And if she were her age in the early 2000s and pull these stunts she would be over by now. How is Ashley Simpson cancelled for lip syncing but Selena praised for a blunder performance where she was drunk and high nearly obstructing her background dancers routine lost on stage during the award show?

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osmw1 · 4 years

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Crowbar Nurse Chapter 11 — Good Cop, Bad Cop

“Never heard of ‘core’ used in this context before. Elizabeth, right? Go on and explain everything you know to us, though no promises that we’ll take your word for it.”

Kiryū tapped the crowbar against his own shoulder as he questioned the girl. And though she knows full well that he couldn’t be convinced otherwise, Elizabeth simply stood there biting her bottom lip and holding back tears.

“Elizabeth?” “I… I have nothing else to say…”

Her curled silver pigtails bounced and her eyes, like daggers, pierced through Kiryū.

“It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway!” “We’ll worry about that. All you have to worry is telling us the full story.” “That girl is the ‘core’. If we kill her, this game will end, and we will be able to go back to our world. … I can say no more.” “I don’t think we can accept that suggestion. Anything else?”

Elizabeth looked as if she were about to cry before but tears now started to well up after hearing Kiryū’s curt rejection. She crumpled down onto the ground, cradling her head between her knees. She wasn’t tugging at our heartstrings… no, she seemed like she was so confused, she herself didn’t know what else to do.

… aww, jeez.

My hand was scratching the back of my head before I knew it. It wasn’t exactly hard to see why Kiryū was being so suspicious of Elizabeth, given how she suddenly attacked us and how she’s saying that Sera (me!) needs to die.

This conversation is going to end up nowhere like this…

We started off on the wrong foot, but she probably knew a lot more than she was letting on… and I needed to know what she knew. The less she talked, the more trouble I’d be in.

Up until now, Kiryū and I didn’t have much of a plan; we were more or less diving head-first into this adventure of sorts. That we were in a strange and unfamiliar world meant it would be a matter of time until we fell into a trap. I was dying to learn anything from someone who has been through this situation before.

… there was something else that had caught my attention though. Elizabeth was visibly and thoroughly haggard.

Well, that’s not much of a surprise… It was just mere moments ago that she had woken up after passing out in the midst of working overtime.

While observing her, I came to the conclusion that Kiryū and I were the weird ones for having any energy at all after waking up on this side. I mean, I hadn’t had a wink of sleep and yet I felt like I could take on the world.

… there was something strange going on not just in this world, but in my body too.

Sure, I was a little tired, but I was still able to move around. And that’s really strange. It was definitely not something I expected to be able to do, seeing how I was—quite literally—deathly exhausted.

Though I was aware of all this, I still wanted to ask Elizabeth a few things.

“Hey Kiryū, would you mind if I spoke to her privately?” “… I absolutely would mind. Don’t forget that she tried to kill you. You can’t possibly “chat” with someone who means to harm or kill you. What we need to do is interrogate her.”

Kiryū, leering over his shoulder, was evidently ready to kill Elizabeth if needed. … and I’m sorry to say it, but dude’s mega scary. I mean, he was clearly past being calm and collected. It was almost as if he has had past trauma with “someone who meant to harm or kill him”.

“Umm, perhaps you’re right that it wouldn’t be very possible… but hey, think about it. You know how you were checking out this place and the pebble fell through the ground all of a sudden, right? Well, with such a messed-up physics engine, where we are now wouldn’t make for a great place to fight.” “… you have a point.”

My words were getting through to him.

“And I know that you said that we should be cautious around her, but you don’t really believe we should kill Elizabeth, right? In that case, why don’t we call for a truce and talk to her instead?”

I then turned back around to face Elizabeth. She was still stiff and very much on guard, but at least my words got through to her too. Appealing to people’s emotions was a skill I often used at work.

“Why don’t we get a little more comfortable, Elizabeth?”

I paused to think for a moment before speaking to Elizabeth. She responded by looking back at me, eyes narrowed.

“First of all, let me just say that you don’t even worry about attacking us earlier. I’m going to lay my rifle down, so we can all let our guards down, okay?” “Sera!”

Kiryū may have snapped at me, but I simply shook my head.

“… I don’t think we’d be giving off the right impression if we marched right up to Elizabeth—who is unarmed, mind you—with our weapons drawn, and said, ‘let’s have a chat’.”

She snickered at my remark, meaning that it’s gone exactly to plan.

“Why don’t we exchange information? But let’s sit down first. You’ve been working overtime up until just now, right? Keep squatting like that and you’ll just end up even more tired. What do you say?”

I led by example and began to sit down as I spoke while Elizabeth eyed me with suspicion, furrowing her brows. Still, she followed suit and very timidly copied my motions. I know it’s a little weird, but if you ignore the fact that she tried to kill me, she… acts almost like a kitten. Once we got on the ground, we… didn’t fall through. Oh, thank goodness.

“Umm, by the way, Elizabeth…” “… what?” “Right now, we’re not technically in one of the playable areas of the game, and so things fall through the ground sometimes. Try not to move around too much, okay?” “Eeeep!”

Following a curious yelp, Elizabeth turned from side to side to examine her surroundings. … this area did look like a normal stage at first glance but knowing that things can just simply slip out of bounds was a terrifying thought.

“Let me explain our situation first. I was a newly-hired nurse working from 5:30 in the morning to 12:00 midnight who suddenly found herself in this world.”

Elizabeth looked like she would have nodded politely if not for our current circumstances. … she seems familiar with that kind of lifestyle, so what I had said didn’t really surprise her. Much like us, she’s another rat in this race, I guess.

“Beside me is Kiryū who is—was? a software engineer. You were working overtime too, right?” “… we were about to release a new game and it was all hands on deck with debugging.”

Kiryū hesitated, but still reluctantly told us about himself.

“I fell asleep while working and the next thing I knew, I was here. You and I passed out then woke up in this parallel universe too, right, Elizabeth? Seems like a pattern to me.” “… yes, I was entering data one moment and was waking up the next.”

There was a pause before she apprehensively spoke again.

“That means it wasn’t the same for her… for you, Sera?” “Right.”

I responded before continuing.

“I was in the middle of working overtime when the higher-ups came by to make their rounds, so they stuffed me in a linen room.” “They did what to you?” “If the administrators found out us newcomers were working overtime, they’d tell the head nurses off, then the head nurses would get all pissy at us ward nurses. That’s why they hid me in the closet until after the administrators finish their rounds. But while I was in the closet, my phone went crazy? and as I was panicking, a portal to this world opened up.” “… the heck?”

She looked blankly at me.

“That is the first time I have heard of anything like that.” “No kidding! It was pretty shocking. I only took their offer because they advertized that their turnover rate was under 5% and there would be little to no overtime. But in reality, people were quitting left and right and I haven’t left work even once on time.” “That is ridiculous, though it happens all too often. But that wasn’t what I was referring to; what do you mean your phone ‘went crazy’?”

She dryly scoffed, but I was more confused about her than she me.

“You mean you haven’t heard of anything like this the last time you came here?” “Correct. Last time and the time before that, we… we started killing each other before we ever had a chance to talk.”

That was certainly not what I expected to hear.

“Is it like a battle royale–type scenario?” “No. But it… how should I explain it? I believe there is only one person who is able to bring their smartphone, laptop, or any electronic devices like that into this world.” “Just one.” “Correct. Just one. And they are designated as the ‘core’. And on the electronic device—your phone, in this case—should have a feature that wasn’t available before. It is the key to leaving this world.”

I instinctively gulped as I listened to her. A new feature… that would be the untitled app.

“It would make things much more convenient if you have it. Without it, you would not be able to freely move around.” “What do you mean by that?”

My head titled to one side.

“You mean… we could go back to our world?” “No, not like that, but you would be able to migrate to the world of another game. You could… if you so choose to, transfer me or the man too.” “That does sound convenient.”

I may have been positive about it, but Elizabeth’s expression was anything but.

“Yes, perhaps. However, if this world is the same as the ones I have been in before, then there should be other humans here too… Then it would be a matter of when, not if, that people start fighting and killing for the electronic device.” “Why would people start killing each other?”

She casted her gaze downwards, as if she had said too much already.

“… must’ve happened before, then.”

Before I could say anything else, Kiryū looked at Elizabeth for an answer. She hesitated and looked as though she was doubting herself, then finally nodded, confirming what Kiryū had said.

“Correct. It started with just arguing, but one thing led to another, and it escalated to people killing each other. Then, in the midst of it all, the original owner was killed too. The next moment, I woke up back in Japan. That’s why I’m sure, if we…”

She let out a small sigh instead of finishing her sentence.

“I have told you too much already… but so be it. I know I stand no chance against him, so take this chance to kill me now.” “I think I prefer ‘nurse’ to ‘murderer’.”

Seeing the frown on my face and hearing my response, Elizabeth sat there bewilderedly and stared at me before giggling out loud. … good. That should have established at least a little trust between us. She was even looking a little more relaxed too.

I don’t think we can get to the heart of the matter by questioning her any further…

—Honestly, it’d take quite a leap in logic to get from “a useful electronic device” to “killing each other for it”. I mean, people don’t just go around slaughtering people, right? Sure, this may be a strange place to be dropped into, but jumping straight to murder isn’t normal. Working together like us is normal. And if that doesn’t work out, then splitting up and working independently is normal. The people Elizabeth were talking about skipped quite a few pages in between, but I’m sure she was trying to gloss over some of the less savory details.

Telling us the whole truth probably wouldn’t be very convenient for her, I’m guessing.

Or at least that was what I assumed, but now wasn’t the time to get to the bottom of the matter—that would only work against us.

I really want to ask her more, but you know what they say about curiosity and cats.

If there’s something a patient doesn’t need to know, then nurses must never point it out. Otherwise, a simple conversation could turn into a questioning or an argument. It would then lead to distrust between the patient and health professionals—a breakdown in communication—and the patient wouldn’t get the help they need.

It wasn’t too different from the situation with Elizabeth. Prying it out of her would only strain the delicate relationship we have. I needed more time to get the whole truth out of her. Who knows? Maybe a good opportunity will jump out at me…

I took a sidelong glance at Kiryū. He had an odd smirk on his face and a shrug on his shoulders.

“If you want to work with her, well… fine with me.”

Kiryū being Kiryū, it didn’t take long before he calmed down and collected himself; the anger and impatience that was in him was now all gone. With a bitter smile on his face, he bent over and picked up the cane, only to relinquish it to its owner.

“… from what little you’ve said so far, it seems like there’s still a gap in what you know. You’re still unsure if killing the ‘core’ is the means to returning home.” “Yes, I suppose.” “Then we all stand to lose if we were enemies—after all, we are law-abiding citizens, not killers. It would be much preferable if we can all make it back to Japan without having to resort to murder.”

Elizabeth’s response to Kiryū was a moment of silence along with a blank stare at her weapon. It was a sudden transition between that and a burst of laughter.

“… I suppose you are right, Kiryū. Not only would I lose to you again, but we have a common goal towards which we should fight together. … and Sera, I shall belay killing you until I am certain and confident it is the right choice.

We left the Slums and returned to the Downtown district. Of course, it was through headbutting a wall again. Though we were safe from enemies, we risked falling through the ground in that place… it would be a constant and unpredictable danger.

Plus, we were now thirsty and hungry. Elizabeth said that anything that would be in the original game should also appear in this world, so I figured we should head towards the “Supermarket” stage to obtain some water and canned goods. … and all told, I’m grateful to have sat down and spoken with Elizabeth. I’m glad to have befriended someone who has experienced this before—even if this friendship were only temporary.

Perhaps due to losing to Kiryū in their battle, she also decided to tag along with us, and she seemed to not want to leave my side. Whether that’s because I protected her or whether she’s still afraid of Kiryū because he struck back with his crowbar was yet to be known.

Though honestly, I’m still afraid of Elizabeth… I mean, she did try to kill me.

In any case, I figured I should stick with Kiryū but also to keep an eye on her. She’s… probably a well-balanced individual with no homicidal tendencies, but there was also something in the back of my head telling me to be careful.

Walking closer to Kiryū prompted him to speak to me in a low tone.

“… not too shabby at all, Sera. Didn’t think you’d use me in a good cop/bad cop routine.”

He muttered to me with a wry smile, but I wasn’t exactly following.

“What’s that about the police?” “Oh, what? You—never mind… it’s a classic interrogation technique. But even more impressive how you managed to pull it off without knowing about it.”

I couldn’t share the smirk on his face before the conversation about police officers had ended.

Interrogations, huh? The way Kiryū spoke when he tried to interrogate Elizabeth earlier… I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before. Where is that from? Don’t tell me I’ve actually met Kiryū in Japan before.”

I had nothing, but I had to get it off mind for now.

So, where do we go from here? Well, first, we’ve cleared the “Downtown”. Then after, we’ll raid the supermarket in the early stages of “Uptown,” Following that in Uptown would be the safehouse… which we’ll simply pass on by. We decided to head to the last part of this area, which is the hospital where we have to gather syringes and meds. After that, we would head back to the safehouse to rest up. We’re on a tight schedule, but with our hellish army with us, we should be able to pull through.

“You think we’ll beat the game, Sera?” “Yeah, we’ll beat it, no sweat. The troops have gotten so strong, I almost feel bad for the zombies.”

One of them, nicknamed Ortega, can take down a zombie with a single strike of a plastic garbage bin. Strap the Vital Watch on his wrist and… it showed “Level 10” with good vitals. Even a Tank wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

“Let’s head to the supermarket for now.”

Getting to the supermarket was a walk in the park. Our unstoppable army from hell practically one-shots Minotaurs and Tanks. Feels good, man.

“This has to be some kind of a joke… how does a plastic toy hammer defeat an armored vehicle?”

Elizabeth, taken aback, exclaimed aloud. It didn’t take long to reach the grocery store, making easy loot of fruit, bottled water, bread, canned goods, and other essential items. Inside the store was a mid-level boss—the now-psychotic store manager. “This is my store!” he shrieked, but it took only a second to silence him for good.

We bagged our own groceries with the paper bags at the registers, loaded them into a buggy, and continued plundering. Oh, and Nick? Well, of course we brought him along—in the cart. After finding and switching to plastic and reusable shopping bags, even our army guys helped out by tying the handles together. It was a totally ridiculous sight.

We then passed by the safehouse and entered the hospital.

Tourniquets, needles, syringes, alcohol swabs, cotton wool… you name it, we took it. In the linen closet, we found clean pillowcases to fashion makeshift backpacks out of them. Fresh sheets would be useful too. All this looting was hard work, and when I finally thought I found a spare moment to take a break… I started to feel faint.

“Sera!”

Kiryū caught me right before I faceplanted. It was odd, considering I felt like I could take on the world… or so I thought at least. The last thing I remembered was going into shock. Then I blacked out.

■Princess Elizabeth

The human inside Elizabeth doesn’t get in much exercise. No wonder she lost in a test of strength against Kiryū. A diligent person, but perhaps tends to worry too much. Her cries are particularly unique. Adores cats but loves dogs too. An animal lover, if anything. Though she runs a blog about female-oriented dating simulators and updates her Mugtome like a photo diary, neither platform has received updates as of late. Has one older brother. Her favorite TV show is an American musical comedy-drama series that takes place in a high school. Later in this story, an impossibly handsome stud of a real estate agent falls in love with Elizabeth and follows her around like a dog, much like something out of a cartoon. As that does not happen until later, Elizabeth is merely some loser for now.

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babybluebanshee · 5 years

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Stuff I’ve had to deal with as a city librarian, mega edition

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My boss is on vacation, and whenever he does that, a whole bunch of chaotic shit just descends on our heads at once. We don’t know if it’s because he’s not there to nip stuff in the bud or if he just has some kind of calming aura about him that keeps this stuff in check, but we dread whenever he leaves for any extended period of time.

Since I had a few of these backlogged already, I figured I’d give you guys another glance into the weird-ass world of librarians.

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- A woman couldn’t access her email, and flew into a rage because she thought were intentionally blocking her from getting in so we could “hack” her. Turns out she was putting a comma between gmail and com instead of a period. She did not apologize for yelling at us.

- A man called the library and I answered. I tried to do my little “thank you for calling the public library” bit, and he cuts me off to ask for “extension 2606″. I told him we didn’t have any extensions and I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. He sighed dramatically, then handed the phone off to someone else, saying, “Can you talk to this dummy?” A woman comes on and gruffly asks if this is Charlotte. I said no, this was the public library. She just said okay and hung up. No apology there either.

- The DAR were scheduled to come in one Saturday, but never showed up. Come the next Saturday, I was walking by one of our meeting rooms, and there’s the DAR inside. Turns out they’d changed the date of their meeting without letting us know, even hanging on to the keyfab that gets you into the building before it opens. When I poked my head into the room to figure out what the heck happened, they gave me a look like I’d personally stepped on all their toes.

- A guy with a huge cowboy aesthetic came in to do a college essay for a comparative religions class, asking for my help in finding some books. I asked him what kind, and he looked around, over his shoulder like he was afraid someone would be listening, then leaned very close to me and whispered, “I don’t wanna offend you, ma’am, but I’m looking for books on paganism.” I thought at first he was joking, but his face was dead serious.

- A woman brought back ten audio books that were soaked in Dr. Pepper. When I told her that they were wet, she looked me square in the eye, said “yeah”, then walked out.

- A ten year old boy threatened two girls in my book club because he thought they were making fun of him, saying he “should stab [them] with a knife”. I told my supervisor, who went and talked to the boy’s mom, and apparently all she did was say, “Oh, he’d never do that.”, and went back to whatever she was doing on the computer. I talked to her later and she tried to pin it on violent video games. Needless to say, he has no been back.

- I was helping a woman in the genealogy room, looked up, and saw a massive bug crawl through her hair. She didn’t seem to notice at all, and it was all I could do not to keep staring.

- The poor assistant director found three used tampons out in our parking lot.

- There was some legal kerfuffle a few months back regarding the demolition of a building that wasn’t handled properly. This dude on YouTube (his channel basically consists of him “investigating” things like this, meaning he goes into municipal buildings and harasses the staff, using their irritated reactions as “proof” they’re crooked) made a scene at city hall with the city coordinator. We were terrified all the next day that he was going to show up at the library, especially because it was story time day. He never did, but we still had the fear.

- A woman brought her own DVD (I’m still not sure why), and left it on the copier. I thought it was one of ours and someone had just left it there, and when I picked it up to put it back, she said, “Oh no, that’s mine.” I thought she meant she was going to check it out, so when she came up to pay for some copies she made, I picked it up again and went to scan it. She said, “no, that’s mine!” and it finally clicked that it was her personal DVD. I apologized and explained why I did that, and she said “I can bring in the receipt if you want.” I thought she was joking and said no, I believed her. She left, then came back an hour later, pulled me away from my shelving, just to push the receipt for the DVD in my face and say “I’m not a thief! See, I told you I’m not a thief!”

- The amount of people who just...don’t seem to understand why we ask for their library cards is staggering. Like, people will come in without their wallets or IDs for whatever reason, and get pissy with us when we tell them we aren’t allowed to check anything out to anyone without their card or driver’s license. Like, we don’t care if you’ve memorized your number or come in all the time. We wouldn’t waste the plastic if we didn’t actually need you to use the damn things.

- I don’t know what attracts druggies to libraries, but it’s a huge problem. The amount of unidentified pills I’ve found (including in the children’s area) is jarring. One time, the children’s librarian found the finger of a rubbed glove, tied off with something brown inside. We called the police, and it turns out that’s a popular method for transporting heroin.

- My coworker Allie discovered a child playing out in our parking lot, occasionally jumping out into the road. She asked if his family was around, and he said yes, they were inside at one of the programs. This kid’s family had just let him wander away and into the street.

- I came in early one morning only to discover a portion of the ceiling in the computer lab had caved in.

- There’s this very sweet Asian lady who doesn’t speak great English who comes in all the time to print off things for her Sunday school class. She asked for help one night, and after the librarian had gotten her situated, the man sitting a few computers away started making hateful, racist comments to her. She even moved to a different bank of computers, and he got up and followed her so he could keep being a dick. The lady only told us after he’d left because she felt that unsafe.

- We had another bed bug problem crop up, involving a completely different person. Guess who had to go pull all the books that we suspected to be infested. I was itchy all night.

- In honor of the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, I expanded my LGBT history display from a small display case to two large tables. Naturally, bigots have been complaining about it. The worst one has been the couple who thought it was “insulting”, stormed out of the library, and complained to the city coordinator.

- I had to make a membership for a man with a huge swastika tattoo on his arm. It was all I could do not to jump the desk and claw out his eyes.

#daily life with blue #woe to the librarian #pray for me my friends

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centerofstupidity · 7 years

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Twilight Chapter 1 Snark

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Chapter Summary: Bella shows that she is a shallow, gold-digging bitch. And she meets Edward Cullen, douchebag extraordinaire.

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Chapter 1 is titled “First Sight.” Which means that Bella will meet sparkledouche.

Bella’s mom is driving Bella to the airport. Personally, I would have killed Bella and dumped her body in the middle of the desert.

It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue.

Despite what Meyer wants us to think, Arizona is not the Garden of Eden. It is hot and dry.

I don’t get why Bella is so fond of Arizona even though she never goes out in the sun.

I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

I’m not sure why Meyer feels the need to tell us this. And items of clothing that you wear do not count as a “carry-on item.”

So Bella is going to live in a rainy town called Forks.

It was from this town and it’s gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I’d been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

We have our first sign that Bella is a selfish bitch.

I will bring this up whenever someone claims that Bella is an unselfish person.

Bella does not care that her mother LEFT her father because it keeps her from living somewhere she doesn’t like.

Bella’s father experienced the end of his marriage, the loss of the woman he loved AND never seeing his only child for many years.

But Bella doesn’t give a fuck because she isn’t only thinking about HERSELF.

And to add the cherry on top of the shit sundae, she doesn’t care if the time spent seeing her father is shorted to “two weeks”… as long as it is on her terms.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

You might be wondering why Bella is going to be living in Forks full-time. After all, Bella has bitched about how Forks is the third circle of Hell.

The alleged reason is that Bella’s mother and stepfather are doing something related to his minor-league baseball career.

Apparently, both Bella’s mom and stepdad don’t have any friends who could take care of a seventeen-year-old for a couple months.

I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.

“Even though I’m whiter than snow and hate being outside.”

I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…

It is bad enough that Stephenie Meyer is hell-bent on depicting Bella as a paragon of virtue. But now, Bella has to be “wise beyond her years”?

Oh hell no.

Are supposed to believe that Bella has been cooking, cleaning, and paying the bills since infancy? I find this unbelievable.

And if Bella’s mom has the IQ of a houseplant, then how did she travel from Washington from Arizona? Walking?

Bella’s mom tells her that she can come back to Phoenix at any time.

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

Here’s an idea. Bella, stop acting like a martyr. And Bella’s mom, grow up.

Flying doesn’t bother me;

At least the bitching and moaning has stopped for a second.

Her Royal Pain in the Ass is wangsting how her father is very happy about her coming to Forks.

Despite Bella having the personality of roadkill, her father has registered her for high school and plans on getting her a car.

But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose,

For someone who is supposedly not verbose, she loves giving whiny blithering rants.

I’d already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Quit being so melodramatic! We get it, you feel like you’re descending into hell because you are going to be living in a town that you despise.

Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks.

Bella Swan…Bella—

Bella means “beautiful”. Stephenie Meyer gave her main character a name meaning “beautiful swan.”

Within the first chapter, we have a selfish, whiny, and melodramatic girl with a Suey name. The worst is yet to come.

My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Whatever the brat wants, the brat gets.

God forbid Charlie says “Tough shit, Bells. You’ve got two options. You can ride in the police cruiser or you walk.”

Anyway, Bella arrives at the airport and Charlie awkwardly greets her.

I stumbled my way off the plane.

Evidently, Stephenie Meyer thinks being clumsy counts as a character flaw.

They make small talk during which Bella thinks about how she is not “allowed to call him Charlie to his face.“

Because calling him Dad would mean you are not in charge. Bella laments that she only has a few bags of clothes that fits into the trunk of the police cruiser.

Bella gets pissed off when Dad announces that he has found her a car.

“What kind of car?” I was suspicious of the way he said “good car for you” as opposed to just “good car.”

Fuck you, Bella. I’m not weeping over her Dickensian poverty.

Bella interrogates her dad where he got the truck and who owned the truck. It turns out that Bella’s car is a Chevy truck once belonged to one of Charlie’s fishing buddies who lives in the local Indian reservation. Bella then sneers that “would explain why I didn’t remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.”

Her dad says that the guy is in a wheelchair and can no longer drive, so Charlie got the truck at a low price.

Bella demands to know what year it is. He says that the truck is old but has a new engine. Bella starts getting all pissy, asking “How cheap is cheap?”

Bella finally calms down once her father tells her that she doesn’t have to pay a penny and it’s a present.

Charlie wasn’t comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him.

This is very hilarious since Bella has spent much of this chapter giving whiny rants. And she will be screaming her “luv” for Edward into a megaphone, having two MASSIVE emotional breakdowns in the sequel, and being an intolerable bitch to anyone who is willing to put up with her bullshit.

Bella thanks her dad.

No need to add that my being happy in Forks is an impossibility. He didn’t need to suffer along with me.

You are right, Bella. Charlie doesn’t need to suffer. When you are sleeping, he can smother you with a pillow.

So neither of them talk for a while. And since Bella whines repeatedly like a song stuck on replay, she detests the rainforest that surrounds her.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn’t deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green — an alien planet.

Even if someone plopped El Dorado in middle of Forks, Bella would still kvetch that isn’t Phoenix.

Surprisingly, the one thing that Bella hasn’t complained about is the truck. Bella claims that she likes it because “I could see myself in it."

But the real reason is that she doesn’t have to either "walking two miles in the rain to school or accepting a ride in the Chief’s cruiser.”

There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.

How dreadful! Everyone knows that a Mary Sue must have an en suite bathroom! You can’t honestly expect a Sue to SHARE! The horrors!

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

I don’t give a damn about selfish and whiny little brat who hates everything and complains about everything 24/7.

I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak.

Bella would be devastated if she wasn’t the center of attention.

S. Meyer, this is not the 19th century. Transfer students are not freakish or peculiar. People moving into new towns are no longer a big deal.

Bella is so humble that she assumes that everyone will give a damn about her.

But physically, I’d never fit in anywhere. I should be tan, sporty, blond — a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps — all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

Here is another Sue trait: being different from mere mortals! She doesn’t fit anywhere! Feel sorry for her!

Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete;

Translation: she’s pasty white and is out of shape.

Because Bella is the author’s avatar, she must be beautiful but oblivious to it.

I like how she makes a BIG DEAL out of not being an athlete. I think this is S. Meyer’s subtle way of telling us that athletic women are mannish and undesirable creatures while “proper” ladies should sit and do needlework.

Apparently, Bella looks like this:

I wonder why…

I didn’t have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself — and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.

Evidently, S. Meyer thinks being a mega klutz is a real character flaw in an otherwise perfect person. But it isn’t. An actual flaw would being dishonest, lazy, or selfish.

I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn’t just physically that I’d never fit in.

“Poor woe is me! I’m a lonely outsider! Nobody understands me!”

I believe Meyer thinks this makes Bella a complex and unique character but she sounds like every other Mary Sue ever written. All of whom are special, too clever, too misunderstood, and too intellectual for their imbecile peers… But with no evidence to back this up.

I didn’t relate well to people my age.

It’s because you are a cold-hearted bitch who sneers at others and whines 24/7.

Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period.

At least Bella has something in common with most serial killers.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs.

Yes, she’s a Special Snowflake and nobody understands her. Bella is just like every other whiny, bitchy, emo teen.

Bella cried all night and “pulled the faded old quilt over my head, and later added the pillow, too.”

If Bella had pressed down, the story would be finally over. Unfortunately, Bella is still alive. She whines about how Forks is making her claustrophobic and good luck avoids her. Bella then balks about Dad having her school pictures on the wall.

After complaining about how her Dad is a loser, Bella decides to whine about the weather. Upon seeing shrubs around the school, she remarks: “Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?”

Where were the shanks? Where were the drug dealers? Where were the rapes? After Bella wishes the school was a prison, she walks inside. There, she meets a helpful and kind woman whom she ignores.

Bella is happy that all the other students have old cars.

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me. I finally exhaled and stepped out of the truck.

See what Stephenie Meyer did? She talked about people biting her in a book about vampires! Truly Meyer has a dizzying intellect!

Bella tries her hardest to avoid people noticing her at all, short of wearing camouflage to blend into the wall.

It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I’d already read everything. That was comforting… and boring.

The public school system clearly failed to run the curriculum by Bella to make sure it met her standards. This is Meyer’s clumsy attempt to convince us that Bella is smarter than everyone else because she reads classic literature.

Even though those books are on the curriculum for many schools.

When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me. “You’re Isabella Swan, aren’t you?” He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.

And Twilight just got its first cliched nerd. I’m surprised that Meyer didn’t give Eric a pocket protector.

“Bella,” I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.

Because Bella is a Sue, everyone looks at her. She talks to Eric because she needs to meet her politeness quota. Bella can’t stand him and is paranoid that people are staring at her.

Now, Bella isn’t worried that people hate her or think she is a weirdo. She just wants to be ignored because being obnoxious + antisocial= humility. Eric asks Bella about Phoenix and she immediately ignores him. Isn’t she so kind?

“You don’t look very tan.”

“My mother is part albino.”

When Eric fails to appreciate her Wildean wit, she whines “It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn’t mix. A few months of this and I’d forget how to use sarcasm.”

Bella, you need to have a sense of humor before you can lose it.

Bella complains that people spoke to her and were friendly. Bella meets a girl who she can’t be bothered remembering her name. At lunch, a girl tries to be nice to her and introduced Bella to her friends.

Bella sits with this girl and her friends at the cafeteria. And Bella doesn’t try to remember their names.

And then IT happens. She sees the sparklepires. Even though Bella bitched and moaned about people staring at her, she proceeds to gawk at the rich hot white people.

One’s a burly meatball, one’s a tall and wiry blond guy, and one’s lanky with “untidy, bronze-colored hair.” Since he’s a Gary Stu, I take it with a grain of salt.

She also remarks that they look like “they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students."

If that’s the case, then why are they pretending to be high school students for the billionth time?

One female sparklepire is tall and beautiful blonde while the other is pretty pixie girl who is supposed to be quirky.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town.

Which means they look exactly like Anita Blake.

Paler than me, the albino.

Bitch, please. You wish you were unique. You’re just whiter than toilet paper from staying indoors all day.

Bella is drooling over the hot people and muses "It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.”

I don’t look through rainbow-colored glasses and immediately interpret any character interaction as being potentially queer.

But considering the fact that Bella is ogling the sparklepires and Bella will wrap herself around Alice and sniff her skin in New Moon…

I’m confident enough to say Bella is not heterosexual.

Bella asks who are the rich and hot people. They are the Cullens, adopted teenagers who live with the local doctor. Their names are Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice.

Despite knowing nothing about the sparklepires, Bella is convinced that everyone is jealous of how rich and hot the Cullens are.

Bella is extremely fascinated with auburn headed boy named Edward who ignored her except for a single second.

“That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.” She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he’d turned her down.

Of course, Bella would never be so petty. She’s better than all these pathetic, stupid, and ugly girls. Bella is the only one worthy to date Edward Cullen.

Then she bumps into Edward in biology class and is shocked that he looks at her angrily. The horror! Then Bella has a klutz attack.

Edward is leaning away from Bella and is “averting his face like he smelled something bad.” Like a weirdo, Bella sniffs her hair which smelled like “strawberries.” Edward spends the entire class trying to be as far away from her as possible.

And why should Bella pay attention in class? She has more important things to do like lusting after Edward.

He didn’t know me from Eve.

The cover has a half-eaten apple and the epigraph talks about the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. And now, Eve is mentioned.

My tiny mind can’t believe how clever and subtle Stephenie Meyer is.

He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion.

Thankfully, Edward hates Mary Sues too.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It wasn’t fair.

“He’s not worshiping me! HE DOESN’T LOVE ME ON FIRST SIGHT! HE’S A MEANIE!"

This is why I don’t believe Bella hates people paying attention to her. Only ONE person won’t touch her a barge-pole. She’s furious and says that he was "mean” and whines that it isn’t “fair”.

And considering the only person ignoring her is the richest boy in the entire school… It shows that Bella is a shallow, gold-digging bitch.

Bella walks to gym with a cute and nice boy named Mike. Of course, she gives him the cold shoulder because he is not Edward Cullen.

Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth.

Two things, S. Meyer. Brava for perfectly capturing the selfish, immature, whiny, and immature attitudes of girls like Bella.

And in regards to how you use the word “literally”:

We also find out that Bella has volleyballphobia. This is supposed to show that Bella is an adorable klutz. And like a proper damsel in distress, she hates any form of strenuous exercise.

Then she encounters Edward.

I quickly picked up the gist of the argument. He was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology to another time — any other time.

In a better story, there would be another reason why Eddy would want to change Biology to a different time.

But in bad fiction, everyone and everything revolves around the Sue.

I just couldn’t believe that this was about me. It had to be something else, something that happened before I entered the Biology room.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe the world does not revolve around you?

It was impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike to me.

“I’m the most beautiful, kind, and selfless girl in the world. How can he resist my charming personality?”

Edward glares at her but was "absurdly handsome."

Bella walks to the truck. She describes the truck as the closest thing to a home in "this damp green hole.”

I headed back to Charlie’s house, fighting tears the whole way there.

“The rich and hot guy hates me! My life sucks!"

#snark #anti twilight #anti bella swan #anti stephenie meyer #Anti Twilight Saga #book snark #chapter snark #bad fiction

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Twelve Days of Christmas. On the Eleventh Day of Christmas-

A/N: In which each day, Kagome gives Inuyasha a gift signed by his Secret Santa in hopes of bringing back his Christmas Spirit.

I got the idea from Hallmark as a prompt. Im just using the idea for the story, the only thing I kept the same from the movie is the newspaper, so don’t sue. I do not own Hallmark or Inuyasha and Co. So, enjoy! I’ll post a ficlet a day until December 25th. Enjoy everyone!

Now, be warned: this chapter is the beginning of the end. It's going to be about drama and angst. So technically, it won't have a happy ending like the ones before. But fear not! I will have a happy ending to the entire series. So keep seated and enjoy the ride. ;)

Internally I am screaming about how pissy this is because I am NOT an angst writer. I am Puppy kisses and Rainbows covered in Fluff then dipped in Smut. So forgive me, but I think it’s okay. Now to finish the final CHAPTER!

My loves, this is for you:

@inunanna @keichanz @mmhinman @akiza-hades-rose @adorableears7 @ryupioupiou @kagomeforever @grapefruitwannabe @purekagome @astarisms @stoatsandweasels @inukag-4ever

Day Eleven December 22, 2016:

---IK---

Sango was practically dripping sweat when Inuyasha walked through the front doors at eight AM sharp. He had a spring in his step and a smile that was far too bright for his usual annoyed self. He's in a great mood, dammit. She straightened her posture and smiled back -albiet it was an awkward smile- but a smile non the less. The half-demon, in the most un-Inuyasha-like manner, twirled around and handed Sango an envelope. The brunette eyed the white envelope cautiously. "What is this?"

Golden eyes sparkled as he softly shoved the paper into her hesitant hands. "It's a bonus. I wanted to make sure you knew how grateful I am that you made me give Kagome a chance on the Secret Santa thing." He gave her another mega watt grin before bouncing into his office where he knew the eleventh gift was waiting for him.

Sango face-palmed for she knew something he didn't know and she wasn't sure how long she could keep such a secret from him. As she opened the envelope and saw what bonus he had given her, she nearly fainted. Guilt welled inside her and Sango had to bite her tongue to keep from confessing. "Kagome better come clean, or I'll burst." She muttered as she made her way to Inuyasha's side.

"I knew it would be here. I can't wait to see what it is. Sango, call Kagome please. I want her to meet me."

Gulping, Sango pulled out her phone. "W-when and where?"

His right, black brow rose when he caught her stutter. "You okay San?"

Nodding quickly, she repeated herself. "When and where sir?"

Sir? When did Sango start to refer to me as sir? Shrugging it off, he peeled back the paper to the brown, package paper. "Now, if she can and at the cafe on Broad. I want to take her to breakfast." He continued to open the gift and smiled when he pulled out a green box decorated in white stock paper with silver glitter and snowflakes on the edging. In the center was two large, white snowballs that appeared to be sailing through the air. He lifted the lid carefully, removing the note and picking up a styrofoam ball covered in silver glitter.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,

My Secret Santa gave to thee;

Throw away your worries,

Leave behind your cares.

Bring along a friend,

and throw snowflakes in the air.

Merry Christmas, your Secret Santa.

"A snowball fight? Huh, that's sounds interesting. I'll call Kagura and see if I can pick up Rin on my way to see Kagome. Did you get ahold of her yet?"

Sango nodded. "Yes, she'll meet you there soon. Shall I call Kagura?"

Inuyasha shook his head. "Nah, I got it. Go visit that boyfriend of yours." He waved her off in good graces.

Sango did not need to be told twice. She fled the office and the building, racing for the Gazette as fast as she could in three inch heels.

---IK---

Kagome sat nervously at a table in the cafe she and Inuyasha visited frequently. She knew this as going to be the hardest thing she ever did, especially after all the things they had been through together. She twisted her fingers around one another until she heard her name being called as she was met with two pairs of golden eyes coming up the stairs to the second floor of the cafe.

Rin grinned as she flew to hug Kagome. Her raven locks pulled back into a tight braid, flew around her as she skidded to a halt and embraced the startled woman. "Kagome! Uncle Ash said we're going to have a snowball fight!"

Kagome smiled, despite the pain she was feeling, or was it guilt -no, it was both- and nodded. "If that's what the eleventh gift is, then I guess so. Are you excited?"

"Of course I am! So is he." Rin hooked a thumb over her shoulder to point at the half-demon staring fondly at Kagome.

"Hey." She smiled.

Inuyasha closed the distance between them to cup her face softly and kiss her. "Hey back." At the sound of Rin's giggles, Inuyasha blushed and pushed the child behind him. "Can it squirt." Rin just giggled some more.

Kagome was lost in his eyes and the determination to tell him about the job and her being his secret santa, flew out the window. He grabbed her hand as Rin grabbed the other and they tugged her gently out the door.

Her heart broke just a little at the thought of telling the truth. Before they made it to the lobby of the cafe, Rin released their hands and flew down the steps as if she were on a mission. "Daddy!" She jumped the remaining step and landed safely in her father's arms. The young girl nuzzled his neck, smiling ear to ear.

"She really loves him doesn't she?" Kagome asked smiling.

"Daddy's girl hands down. You should have seen him when she was born. I swear his heart grew three times that day." Kagome laughed at the pun used referring the Grinch, but in this case the Ice Lord himself.

"In other words, he melted a little?" Inuyasha snorted with a nod.

Sesshomaru had the faintest hint of a smile curl his lips as he held his daughter. "Rin, what have I told you about jumping off the stairs like that?"

"Sorry daddy, I was excited to see you."

"Hn." He kissed her temple before setting her on her feet. "Ah, Miss. Higurashi. I hear congratulations are in order."

Kagome paled as her brown eyes snapped to his face in horror. Oh please no. Not now. However, luck was not on her side.

"I was just informed that you were offered a job at our Seattle post."

"Seattle as in Seattle, Washington?" Inuyasha turned to Kagome who could only nod dumbly.

"Yes, brother. Washington."

"But that's three-thousand miles away!"

"It's actually only two-thousand-eight-hundred and fifty-seven point six miles away." Kagome whispered.

"She was offered a very impressive job, Inuyasha. I was intrigued in how she did it until I received a call from the Editor in Chief stating that her piece on your Secret Santa article was in fact impressive. It sealed the deal. They want her there after the first of the year. I thought she would have told you."

Kagome shook her head. "I was going to, I just didn't know how to tell you."

Inuyasha's forehead developed a crinkle as he thought for a moment. Soon he was wrapping his arms around her. "You deserve this, Kagome. I am happy for you. We can make this work between us. I'm not letting you go again." He whispered in her ear.

Tears welled up in her eyes and when she blinked, they fell hard and fast. She gripped his back and half cried, half laughed as she kissed him. "Thank you." She whispered.

Sesshomaru bent down to kiss his daughter's head before he gave a snort and walked up the stairs. "I'll see you tonight, brother."

"Yeah."

"Oh and Inuyasha-" said half-demon released the crying woman to look up at his brother. "-if you return Rin to us with even a the tiniest scratch, I'll maim you."

Rin huffed out a "Daddy!" before Inuyasha flipped him off. "I know how to take care of my girls!" With that, he grabbed them both and bolted for the door.

---IK---

Sango knocked on the door to the Higurashi house, panting. She expected Miroku to answer, but when Kikyou opened the door, Sango squeaked. "O-oh, K- Kikyou. I was expecting Miroku."

The newly, expecting mother laughed. "I see. Well, even though he doesn't technically live her anymore, you're welcome to come in. He's actually eating us outta house and home."

Finally catching her breath, Sango laughed as she was led through the door. Miroku was indeed in the kitchen eating Kikyou out of house and home. When violet eyes landed on his woman, fork half way to his open mouth, he dropped said fork and ran to her side. "Sango. Please tell me you didn't mention anything to Inuyasha."

Closing her eyes and leaning back, Sango wiped spewed bits of eggs off her face. "Miroku, say it, don't spray it!"

Miroku covered his mouth and finished swallowing. "Sorry, love."

Kikyou handed her a napkin. "Did you tell him?"

Thanking her for the offering, Sango shook her head. "No. I left as quick as I could. You have to understand the guilt I feel for keeping this from him. He is so happy, I mean disgustingly happy, and he gave me a bonus for Christmas and I can finally pay off my car-" Sango rambled as the other two looked at her as if she was growing another head. "-it's killing me! He finally found someone to make him happy, really happy. And since his mother died, he finally found his Christmas spirit again. Inuyasha is a lot of things, but being common sense smart isn't one of them. For the love he hasn't figured out Kagome is his secret santa-" She gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth as Miroku's fell open.

"Excuse me?! Kagome is the one whose been giving him all these gifts?!" Miroku shrieked like a harpy. Sango and Kikyou nodded. Violet eyes widened and he pointed an accusing finger in her direction. "You knew too?"

Kikyou lifted her arms in a shrug and nodded. "I did, but so what? I'm her twin. She tells me everything."

Her cousin was having none of it and growled. "That story got her a new job, away from us, you know." Again the twin nodded. "I'm happy for her too, but did she plan this out all along?"

Kikyou smacked him upside the head. "No, idiot. Kagome just wanted to show Inuyasha the Christmas he had forgotten. He's the one who brought her home nine years ago during that blizzard that almost stranded her to the campus."

Sango's brow lifted up as she looked to Miroku for confirmation. "The one she fell in love with?"

"Yes. The job was just as much a shock to her as it was to us. Let her figure things out." Kikyou kissed his cheek. "I'm going to eat, if you left anything for me to eat that is."

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah."

"And you better no have eaten my last donut." She warned as she made her way to the kitchen.

Sango jumped as his eyes suddenly widened and he grabbed her wrist hissing for her to run. He pulled her along to the door and started throwing on his coat and shoes. Sango was about to ask what was wrong when she heard a loud thud and a scream. "MIROKUUUU! You ate my donut?!"

Said man paled as he drug his girlfriend out into the snow. "You ate a pregnant woman's food?" He nodded. "What the hell, Miroku?!" She smacked him twice, just for being an idiot.

---IK---

Rin laughed as she hid behind a large tree in the park, large, white balls of snow flying in every direction. Peeking around the tree, she noticed her Uncle's back to her, -obviously he was honed in on Kagome's direction- and she let a ball of ice sail through the air. When it collided against his broad back, she stiffened when he stood straight and turned narrowed golden orbs on her. Rin squealed, ducking for cover. "Kagome! He's gonna get me!"

Inuyasha chuckled as he snuck up on her and tackled her to the snow with a tickle fight. Rin squealed harder, alerting Kagome to the attack. Inuyasha caught a glimpse of raven hair as Kagome darted behind a bench. "Silly wench, I see you!" He paused the attack on his niece to stare at her hunched form.

Kagome laughed as she stood up, right arm behind her back. "I know." With a wink to Rin, that went unnoticed, the eight year old giggled and shoved a handful of frozen water down her uncle's shirt. He yelped, jumping up unaware of his sneaky wench. Kagome let loose a string of snow balls she had pre-made to assault the half-demon.

"I was a diversion!" Rin yelled as she took off running.

Inuyasha growled playfully. "Oh yeah?" With wide, golden eyes, Rin gulped and took off running as fast her demonic legs would take her. Kagome stared wide eyed at the speed in which she was displaying and never noticed Inuyasha until it was too late. He barreled into her, tackling her and smothering her with swift licks to the neck and cheek. "Ew! Doggy kisses!" She howled in laughter.

Rin stopped to add to the dog pile, pun intended, and laughed with Kagome. When everyone caught their breath, Rin noticed something shiny on Kagome's scarf. "What's this?" She pulled back her hand to reveal silver, glitter-coated claws. "Glitter?"

Kagome shot straight up and tried dusting herself off, but it was too late. Inuyasha held up one end of her scarf and investigated the substance. He recalled the glitter from his gift he received only a few hours prior. When he finally put them together, he heard his brother's earlier statement in his head: "-I received a call from the Editor in Chief stating that her piece on your Secret Santa articles was in fact impressive. It sealed the deal." It sealed the deal Frowning, he turned to her. "Kagome?"

She gulped, but smiled anyway. "I was going to tell you-"

"That you're my fucking Secret Santa?" She gasped as she sat back causing Rin to stand and move back at the flare of Inuyasha's demonic energy. Rin mumbled a quiet 'Uncle Ash?' before he too stood. "What the actual hell, Kagome?!"

"I was going to tell you, but being a Secret Santa is kinda self explanatory! It was a SECRET!" Kagome defended, standing as well, dusting off the snow coating her jeans.

"A secret my ass. You used me!" He howled, Rin backed away when she noticed the red seeping into his golden hued eyes. She sat on the bench Kagome had hidden behind earlier that day.

Kagome placed her hands on her hips. "What are you talking about?"

"You started the whole thing to get a story out of me! You only used me to get a promotion didn't you?!"

"What? No! I would never do that! I never expected anything from doing this-"

"Oh bullshit! You planned it from the moment you saw me again. Use the guy who was buying the Gazette so she could advance her career. Did you know I was back in town when you "ran" into me that day?" Inuyasha's anger was morphing from pissed off to sad fast.

"No, Inuyasha. Miroku told me to do a piece on the man buying the company so I could prove I was fit to do my job since you were buying us out."

He pointed a clawed finger in her direction. "You admit it! That fucking pervert told you to write about me! You just added a little glitter and girly shit to the mix! Clever girl."

It was Kagome's turn to fume. "Watch your mouth about my family! We had no idea it was you! I had no idea! Honestly. I just didn't want to get fired. The only reason I did the twelve gifts was to help bring back your Christmas Spirit, jerk!"

Inuyasha scoffed. "Yeah right. This was all a ploy and I can't believe I actually believed it. I can't actually believe I trusted you." He spat.

"Hold on a minute! I didn't think this would end up twisted-"

"Well, it did. Here I was falling in fucking lo-" he shook his head. "-no, you pull this shit. You betrayed my trust, and my feelings!" He pushed past her to walk away.

Kagome's eyes widened with tears at the sentence he almost finished. Before she could think, she scooped up some snow and threw a snowball, -hard- at his back. "You jerk!" Inuyasha stopped, but never turned around. "I never meant for this to happen. My feelings were real. They are real. I had nothing to do with the job. I never knew anything about it. In fact I never even agreed to take it. As for the gifts, I was just doing that for you. Inuyasha, please. I love you." The tears fell like a waterfall.

He stiffened, but soon shook it off. "Rin lets go." He reached for her hand and she hesitantly took it. Her eyes still pinned on Kagome's face, tears still streaming freely down reddened cheeks and her nose slightly damp.

"But, she said she-"

"I heard what she said. Did you hear what I said? Let's go." He growled.

Rin cringed at his tone, but nodded and followed her uncle quietly. She looked over her shoulder to see Kagome fall to her knees, hands clutched to her chest and still crying. She heard a faint whisper and by the look on Inuyasha's scrunched face, he heard it too.

"I love you, Inuyasha." Kagome watched as they walked through the falling snow to get in his truck and when the sound of his engine roared to life, she covered her face and howled out her despair. She couldn't possible watch them drive out her life forever.

It was at that moment the sound of shattering erupted in the air, Kagome being the only one who heard it. When she took a shuddering breath, she realized it was the sound of her heart breaking. It wasn't until several minutes later did Kagome drag herself from the snow and walk home.

Inuyasha. I have to make this right.

Inuyasha viciously wiped tears from his eyes as he refused to cry in front of his niece. Apparently, she was the only girl in his life who loved him unconditionally, for the woman he fell head over heels for, stabbed him in the back. He figured Kagome was walking back home laughing at how foolish he was for trusting her. "Who could ever love a half-demon like yourself?" He sneered when the thought crossed his mind. "That bitch." He hissed.

Rin sat quietly in the passengers seat. She knew he was just upset, that he really loved Kagome and this would fade soon. She reached over to touch his white knuckles gripping the wheel. Almost instantly, Inuyasha relaxed and held her tiny hand. No words passed between them the whole ride home.

Please, whoever is up there listening. Make this right. Uncle Ash and Kagome belong together. Don't let this be the end. Rin opened her eyes and smiled. Things would work out. She just knew it.

---To Be Continued---

I'm sorry. Like I said, I am not an angst writer. Until later my loves. Check back and see what the LAST day has in store for our favorite couple! ONLY one chapter left! Then I can finally finish the New years ficlet that I started on a month ago! Thank you for your patience!

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