-everyone over the age of fifty is definitely out for meticulously-ordered-do-not-get-this-even-slightly-wrong-or-i-will-sue-blood
-the security cameras are not aimed at the fry holder so as long as the assistant manager isn’t a complete ass, go wild
-you can sneak any drink you want as long as you put it in a coffee cup
-sweet tea is probably just as bad for you as a coca cola. for real. we put a literal entire bag of sugar in that shit.
-a mcflurry is literally just ice cream plus some toppings mixed up with a spoon. just order a sundae and ask for oreo crumbs on it
-unless its dinner rush and we are shit out of fries and there are seven orders waiting, no fries have been basting in the fry holder for longer than ten minutes. they’re all fresh, i swear.
-you’re not slick if you order fries with no salt just to ensure ‘freshness’. just straight up say you want fresh fries. its okay.
-you can add big mac sauce to anything if you ask for it.
-if youre getting a drink and you don’t want to have 25% drink and 75% ice, make sure you ask for no/light ice.
-if youre gonna order off the mcpick two menu, tell your cashier you want a mcpick two. if you don’t there’s a 50% chance they will not do it and you’ll pay an extra few dollars.
-also mcpick two is probably the best deal you’re going to get tbh. you can get the same shit as a meal for less. (ex: if you get a mcpick 2 big mac and large fry + a drink, it’ll ring you up for less than if you got a large big mac meal which includes the same stuff)
-also while we’re on the topic of saving cash: always order to-go. always. there’s an eat-in tax if you say your food’s “for here” that can range from a few cents to a few dollars depending on what you’re ordering.
-all day breakfast is fresher than if you order breakfast at the right time because it’s not a ‘default’ menu option so we have to refry eggs and sausage.
-if you order hash browns after breakfast you’re going to have to wait up to three minutes.
-employees who have been at mcdonalds for a long time have black hats. anyone with a brightly colored blue hat is a newer employee who probably doesn’t have their shit together quite yet. please refrain from yelling at them.
-if it’s not busy and you realllllyyyy want to, you can order whatever specific toy you want and make someone go into the back for it. doesn’t guarantee that it’s there, but it might be.
-if you order hot coffee, it’s been brewed within the last two hours. don’t worry. it’s not going to go cold.
Notes: angst(ish), PTSD, fluff, service dogs, isolation, masturbation.
Summary: Bucky’s been going through the motions ever since he got back from his last tour, missing one arm. Then he meets a girl while walking his service-dog Ziva at an ungodly hour. She might be the breath of fresh air he doesn’t know he’s been missing.
A/N: Hi guys! This story is a one shot AU.Hope you enjoy it! x
There’s something -everything- so calming about being outside before the crack of dawn; sure, it’s because Bucky has trouble sleeping and wakes up at four in the morning and is unable to go back to sleep, but, still. It’s like the world is his own for a while. A short while, maybe an hour before the first early birds show their faces, but a while at least. Usually long enough for him to clear his head after another short night of sleep, maybe after being awoken by a nightmare.
Having a reason to go outside, is even better, gives him a sense of purpose; even if his German Shepard, Ziva, usually gives him the stink-eye for waking her so early.
The first time I tried cactus pads was last summer. I couldn’t finish all the cactus pads Mom got me then, so we planted the rest. The photo on the left is from a few weeks after we first planted our cactus pads last summer. The photo on the right is what they look like now—even after constant pruning to feed me!
Philippa Eilhart: Francesca Findabair… How do I begin to explain Francesca Findabair?
Yennefer of Vengerberg: Francesca Findabair is flawless.
Keira Metz: I hear her hair’s insured for 10,000 florens.
Fringilla Vigo: I hear she does magic commercials… in
Tir ná Lia.
Assire var Anahid: Her favorite ballad is
Triss Merigold: One time she met Eredin at a party…
And he told her she was pretty. Sabrina Glevissig: One time she punched me in the face… it was awesome.
Summary: Jungkook’s blurted out his thoughts sincerely and you don’t know how to react. Jimin offers you a paid-leave to clear your mind and come back later, hopefully fresher than before.
A/N: Good news!! this isn’t the last chapter- I did some thinking and I decided to extend the series by ~3 chapters :) this chapter also has a lot of dialogue! It’s quite a sad chapter- it might be a little slow but this chapter is focused on the development of JK x reader’s relationship.
The grey clouds coated the sky and grumbled in annoyance as seeps of lighting passed through them. It was weirdly creepy that the weather was able to portray your devastated mood rather accurately. As soon as the elevator dinged, you stepped out with a burning desire to sprint out of the building. You legs worked with long strides and the rapid clicking of your heels showed just how frantic you were to leave. You never once looked back whilst running- all you could focus on was the salty taste of your tears and how fast your fast your legs carried you.
Despite the fact that you had taken the elevator, Jungkook still somehow managed to catch up- his worn out legs had jumped down 4 steps at a time to reach you with his dangerously fast paced heart. He looked no-where near presentable. His hair was still messed up, a couple of strands stuck up whilst his fringe clung onto his sweaty forehead. He didn’t have any time to put on his usual suit-jacket, let alone button up his white dress-shirt. His pink lips were swollen and they couldn’t help but repetitively form your name in hopes that you’d stop running away from him.
“Y/N! Please! Wait!” Jungkook’s voice echoed slightly across the spacious ground floor of the company building. The workers looked beyond confused at the sight of Jungkook in a panic and yelling. They’d always viewed him as an emotionless, professional and very well composed business man.
It was a total shock to see him in such a worn out and breathless state. His ostentatious figure was a mere inconvenience in this situation as the people did nothing but stare- which made you feel even more shit.
You thanked god for automatic glass doors as you swiftly ran past them and to the outside- where the thunder seemed to grumble louder than before. You helplessly wiped away your stream of tears that rolled off your cheek and chin endlessly, but that deemed to be useless as that image kept popping up inside your head. She looked so content straddling his lap- and he didn’t even do anything about it. The image was engraved into your mind and you couldn’t help but let out a loud grumble of pure frustration. Jungkook had just shattered the little trust you had left in him and that consequently lead to the shatter of your sanity for a brief amount of time.
Everything suddenly seemed hopeless. You’d just wanted to drown yourself in vodka to ease the stabbing pain in your heart. Your vision was clouded and blurry from the unstoppable tears and your brain couldn’t stop torturing you by constantly replaying the scene over and over inside your head.
Jungkook let out another loud yell and people on the street stopped to look at the dramatic scene. You ignored his desperate attempts and continued to strut forward- the last thing you’d wanted to do was see his face let alone converse to him.
Suddenly, you felt a violent tug on your wrist and Jungkook forcefully spun you to face him. His vision was also distorted and he found it difficult to breathe as his lungs were blazing with discomfort. Frenzy immediately washed over his expression at the sight of your tears. He had no intention of loosening his grip on your wrist- and he was sure it was going to leave a mark but it didn’t matter at that point.
He needed to speak to you- to clarify everything, to tell you how crazy you drove him, to beg for forgiveness and explain his ridiculous actions.
But before he could say anything, you attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, grumbling in pain as you could feel the flesh on your wrist sting under Jungkook’s grip.
“Don’t touch me!” You instinctively shouted and Jungkook’s expression softened, yet he didn’t loosen his hellishly tight grip. His lips quivered in fear as a blanket of regret washed over his mind. He knew he should’ve pushed her away. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go.
Ever since his realisation that you were the only person he had genuine feelings for had hit, his life had been flipped and shook out of proportion- much to his dislike as the downfall of his stocks screamed at him to concentrate but, he found it physically impossible to do so. All he could think about was how much happier he’d be with you by his side. He’d never felt so obsessive over anything.