girls wit

I Need

Just A Friend by Mario

Girl, stop playing games wit me
And let’s get it on tonight (tonight)
You got nothing to lose
Let me do what I do (what I do)
Oh baby you
Oh baby you
Got what I need (got what I need)

Reader X Scott McCall
: Smut with a triple ’T’
Requested by @xsybilwar: Do a smut for Scott in just a friend but this time he actually gets to be with the reader pleaseee 😍😍😍

Part One // Part Two

I took a deep breath and took her hands in mine. “There’s a dance tonight, and I would love it if you went with me.” Y/N smiled and hugged me tightly. “I would love to go with my cute best friend!” My heart sank at the word friend. Y/N pulled away to kiss my cheek, “I’ll see you tonight.” Just like that Y/N was gone and the wolf inside me howled in discontent. I don’t want to be cute or a friend.

I put on my best suit but I was still feeling a bit down. The words cute and friend echoed through my head the whole day. Y/N was is literally the girl of my dreams and she doesn’t see me more than a friend. I was so close to canceling because she basically rejected me. However, I could not deny the impending urge within me to stay away from her. I just couldn’t. A knock on the door pulled me out of my trance.

“Hey kiddo”
“Hey mom”
“You look so handsome that I just might have to keep you home”
I chuckled and moved to grab the gray vest on the bed.
“I’m serious, you look like a baby making machine”
“What? I’m telling the truth, and speaking of the truth…”
I sighed and I knew where the conversation was going.
“It’s a full moon honey. Are you sure that you–”
“Mom, I’m fine”
“Can you honestly stand there and tell me that? I mean you’re a-a an alpha now, right?”
I tilted my head to the side and hugged her.
“I’m going to be fine. I promise”
“Alright, I trust you…”
“Thank you”
“To be back home before midnight”
I let go and grabbed the keys to the rental and slipped out of the room, “not gonna happen”

The music in the gym pulsed through the dancing bodies on the floor. I leaned against the doors and smiled, I probably should’ve picked her up even though she heavily insisted not to. A tap on my shoulder excited me until I saw who it was. Allison.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she looked as beautiful as I met her.
“Yeah, it was sort of a last minute thing. Who are you here with?”
She pointed across the way to Isaac near the punch table.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a sharp but short pain in my eye when I saw him. There was still a part of me that cared for her. Nevertheless, I nodded and accepted that we were never getting back together.
“What about you? Who’s the lucky girl?
Just as I turned to look at her, I could see Y/N walking behind her. My jaw literally fell open and the breath from my body was expelled. Allison furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to see what I was so star struck about.
"Hey, I’m so sorry that I’m late. I completely lost track of time”
She laughed and moved some hair out of her face, “Scott?”
I blinked a few times and took a few breaths, “yeah, no, um, what?”
“I’ll leave you two alone”

The night was perfect. We laughed, danced, and talked. After the dance I took her out to eat. There were a few times where I had to look away because I would involuntarily glow my red eyes at how amazing she was. Around one in the morning, I finally took her home. She insisted that I come inside because she didn’t want me to driving so late. I couldn’t exactly tell her that I have an ability that allows me to be awake a lot longer than a human being but I took the offer. Still in our clothes we sat on the couch and talked until I was reminded of this morning.

“Can I ask you a few questions?”
“I must warn you, I drank a little wine so, I might be a little too truthful”
“That’s exactly what I need”
“Okay, only if you answer a few of mine”
She shifted on the couch, making my breath hitch slight by revealing a little bit more of her breasts.

I asked her why she called me cute and she told me that she was exaggerating. That she actually finds me to be, in her own words, “insanely hot.” She then asked me why I ran away from here every time she approached me in the halls. I sugar coated it and told her that I got horny around her. Which, was probably not the smartest thing to say but she took the answer.

“Why are we friends?”
“What do you mean?
"I mean I feel like there’s this connection between us and I just don’t understand why we don’t move forward with our relationship”
“Maybe it has to do with the reason why you’re always bailing on me. The reason why you’re friends with Derek Hale”
By this time, Y/N was so close to me. Her legs were intertwined in mine, her chest was constantly heaving up and down, and her lips were but a mere foot away from me.
“I love you too much to tell you. I’m afraid you might get hurt”
She closed the space between us and looked down at my lips then cracked a smile.
“I can handle a little danger, McCall”

I felt a soft wet tongue flick against my lips and sighed. Slowly, I parted my lips and allowed entrance. A shiver went through me as our tongues met. I had only dreamt of this in dreams that I thought could never be true. Everything in this moment felt so right. Like we were supposed to be slightly drunk, dwelling in our desires. Unexpectedly, my pants tightened at the feel of her velvety tongue against mine. I pulled back. My wolf finally set free. Instead of gasping in fear, Y/N caressed my face and gazed into my red eyes.

I gripped her warm body tight as she latched back onto me. This time our tongues dueled urgently, our arousal began to take control because she hiked up her dress and planted herself onto my lap. I couldn’t hide my erection as her clothed heat grounded against it in an attempt to create friction. I stood so she could undress before me. She danced around, playfully taking off her dress. I groaned at the beautiful sight. Y/N tossed the rest of her clothes without shame. She was comfortable with me seeing her naked. The sound of my pants being unzipped made my heart thump against my chest. Once they were off, Y/N took two hands and stroked me up and down.

“Oh, fuck”

She sank her mouth down on my length, using her tongue to tease the slit on my head. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the wet, warm mouth sucking me off. Never in a million dreams did I think I would be doing this with the girl of my dreams. My hands slipped into her hair as I moved her head up and down, my hips fucking her throat. Y/N began to gag around me and I would’ve stopped but the alpha demanded release. “Baby, take me just like that, oh shit”
I let go of her head and she took me out of her mouth to breathe. The cold air hitting my dick made it harder than it did now.  

I lifted her off her knees and laid her on the couch in a slight seated position. I kissed all the way up to her inner thighs while lightly running my claws on the outside. My eyes glowed at the smell of her heat, slapping me straight in the face. It was then when I knew that I could no longer control him. I ran a line against her dripping wet pussy, tasting the forbidden nectar. A growl emitted from my throat and I dived into her swimming pool. Y/N threw her had back and let out a loud moan. Between the pain of my grip on her legs, she thrashed and tried to squirm away but it was futile. She was mine for the taking.

“Scott, please, oh my God, I can’t take it anymore!”

I lifted my head from between her thighs and slipped two fingers into her entrance. I hovered over her quaking body, licking her lips as she plead for me to stop. I the sound of hearing hear beg for me to give her mercy. Her second orgasm came when she clenched around my fingers. I gave her love bites all over her chest and neck, slipping my hands out of her.
“Do you have a condom?”
I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and kissed her legs a few times before wrapping a hand around her neck.
“I thought you could handle a little danger”
She gasped and clawed at my hand as I fully sheathed myself until I could literally touch her cervix. I didn’t move because I knew that once I did I wouldn’t be able to stop and I wanted to last.  

“Scott, move, please!”
I chuckled at the strained, impatient tone of her voice. Something stirred inside of me and I leaned down to meet her gaze, moving my hand from her neck to the side of her face.
“Y/N, are you sure?”
She took a few seconds to answer but when she did, my heart throbbed against my chest, “I trust you”

And move I did. I thrust in and out slowly, there was nothing quite like the feeling of being gripped by the one I loved so much. Her constant moans and gasps made me snap and roll my hips to increase both of our pleasure. I’m not sure she ever experienced going at such a fast speed but she managed.
“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. Are you enjoying this, baby?”
Y/N yelled yes at the top of her lungs, moaning and thrashing underneath like her body was on fire. This just motivated me, I took her other leg and threw it over my shoulder so I could thrust and pound even harder. Y/N cried out and I knew I had hit the right spot.

I reached down flicked her clit with a thumb. Her walls squeezed me tightly, forcing me to moan out loud along with her.

“Oh shit Scott! You fuck me so good!”
“Are you gonna cum for me, Y/N?” I slowed down a bit but slammed into her so hard that our pelvises touched, my fingers at her clit was the only thing between us.
“Yes, yes!”
“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.”

I shuddered as I felt his pussy pulse around me, making my thrusts harder. That was all I needed. With just a few shallow thrusts I growled aloud and filled her pussy to the brim with my hot, sticky cum. I leaned forward and our lips met. She kissed me with a passion that I yearned for, moaning as I slowly pumped myself, to let our highs ride out.

I pulled out, unsatisfied with the coldness I felt when I was no longer inside of Y/N. I picked her up and had her direct me to her bathroom. When I placed her on her bed, I went into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back with a warm rag, Y/N began to doze off to sleep. I smiled and still went on with cleaning her up, making sure the living room was clean, before slipping into bed behind her. I pulled the sheet over our bodies then slid my arm around her, grabbing her hands in mine, her ass pressed up against me.

“I love you, Y/N. I don’t want to be anything other than your boyfriend”
“Of course, my cute best boyfriend”
She laughed and nuzzled in closer to me.
“I’m kidding. With that shit you pulled, you just might be the father of my unborn child”
“I’m okay with that”
Y/N turned around to face me. She smiled as she gave me a pleasant and everlasting kiss.
“I love you, Scott. No matter what”

Okay so my sister and I were discussing this mess last night and then we ended up seriously considering a theory I have seen come up a few times but now I’m gonna walk you through it

Here it is: 

It’s all a lie – Yousef lied Mikael lied. They are lying.

Yousef said that Even kissed Mikael which caused Mikael to be distant and Even to hate himself..

Well tell me Yousef

If Mikael is so ashamed, then why does he bring up Evens name? and why is he laughing when he does?

and why are you Yousef looking so mad and sad and guilty?

Why does Yousef have a pride flag next to his message to Sana?

Why does he say Mikael is super religious when he clearly isn’t that religious because he drinks

why does Elias declare Yousef as the “most Muslim person he knows”

Why was the Even thing big enough to impact Yousef so much but not Mikael?

Why does Yousef avoid the fight and send Sana off into it alone?

Why does he go and kiss the first girl he sees after witnessing the fight with Even and his new crew?

I think you know where I’m going with this: Yousef is questioning his sexuality and is ashamed of it. Him and Even kissed which caused a lot of disaster with Even and when it was threatened to come out to everyone and the balloon boys Mikael took the fall for Yousef. Mikael stepped up and pretended it was him that Even kissed.

What could possibly hint that Mikael would do something like that for Yousef?

Remember that youtube video where they went to Mikaels job interview and Yousef took Mikael aside and they had a secret conversation?

this wasn’t there for no reason. This was almost foreshadowing that Yousef and Mikael have secrets, they have each others backs. They share a special connection.

Now this is what we’re thinking. Did Yousef see Even and panic? Did he see that the truth could come out right in front of everyone? Was he frightened?
Remember we saw him go up to Elias and looking outside.

What if…what if Yousef somehow started the fight to avoid the truth…to make sure nothing slipped about what actually happened and that’s why when it did start he ran off sent Sana out to stop it and kissed the first girl in sight…proving he is straight.

Also he kisses Noora similar to how Isak kissed Emma

The girls hands wrapped around their necks while they have their hands by their sides. Both boys wearing snapbacks backwards and standing on the same side.

I know this seems far fetched but maybe this is the twist we have been waiting for.

The trailer is reversed – this season is reversed and as we saw Friday night, it is the roles that are truly reversed. Just like I’ve been saying Mikael and Yousef are reversed this whole time.

Is Yousef truly the Mikael in this story and Mikael is the Yousef?

Omg if Julie does this my mind is literally going to be blown apart.

(Side note: to clarify I am not saying this is going to happen - it’s a theory, nor do I personally believe this will happen. I have just had this theory been addressed with me by multiple people (including my irl sister) and I wanted to outline why this theory is actually totally plausible and could be done and actually hinted in the show already….Do I think Julie will go down this route? no but could she? hell yeah.)

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?



I don’t understand why people are angry that Ariana canceled her tour?? That poor girl witnessed an explosion in front of her own eyes. At her own concert. She will feel a huge weight of responsibility for the tragedy because all of the victims came to see her. They came because of her. She’ll be sitting there asking herself “Why me? Why my concert? Why of all places and times did they choose my concert?” She will blame herself for leading children to their deaths. This tragedy will affect her mental well-being for the rest of her life. Let me reiterate: She watched people die.

Frankly, I would be highly concerned if she didn’t cancel her tour.

The Queens

Queen of Wands is like that creative spark of energy. Your summer bonfire. Fireworks on the Fourth of July. She’s full of passion, energy and sparkle. Warm, friendly, and has the ability to charm her way. She’s also fiercely loyal. Sociable. She’s the best friend you know you can confide in and she will just hug you so tight while making plans in her head to either cheer you up or go after the boy who made you cry. She is a force to be reckoned with. She is the lioness who will always protect her cubs. She will defend the underdog. She’s like a field of wildflowers and dancing in the rain. She’s like the scent of sweet amber and sandalwood musk; sensual and romantic.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Queen of Cups is like the perfect temperature of pool water. It’s not too hot or too cold, it’s comfortable. She’s like… that like feeling you have when walking into your grandmother’s house and smelling fresh baked cookies. She is the mom of the group. Her friends are her family, and her family is everything. She is homelike and nurturing. She’s like that feeling you get after you walk in the door from a long day at work and you take off your heels and bra. It’s like total comfort. She’s the care package your mom sent when you moved away for college. She’s like a vase of beautiful roses. She is the sound and tranquility of a quiet babbling brook, but her emotions can be dark and strong like a raging river. She’s beautiful and compassionate. 
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Water Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Queen of Swords is like that quick-witted girl you wish you could be more like. Have you ever played a scenario in your head over and over about what you should have said? Or like 3 hours later, you come up with a brilliant comeback? She already thought of those brilliant words, said them, and walked away. She’s like the sharp-tongued Great Aunt who cuts through the BS and won’t put up with it. She’s also quite clever, bit quirky, always thinking, and figuring things out. While the Queen of Wands can put on the charm to get her way, the Queen of Swords uses intellect and reason. She is a woman of her word. She means what she says, and says what she means. She has a good heart and has the best intentions, but would rather not sugarcoat things. She’s like the cool, crisp air in the early morning.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Air Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Queen of Pentacles is like walking into an old library and breathing in that familiar scent of books. Or a stack of money. She’s the boss lady. She has great work ethic and incredible dedication. She is seen as the “roots” of the family. The Matriarch. Where the Queen of Cups is the mother, this is the grandmother. The top lady that everyone respects and values. Someone who is grounded, stable. She’s the valedictorian at your high school and voted most likely to succeed. She is practical. She’s the foundation of the strongest building. She can be stubborn and set in her ways, but she can see what others cannot. She is down to earth, wise beyond her years, and very responsible. She is like the root of the strongest oak tree. It’s possible that she’s not wealthy in a monetary sense, but her wisdom and life experiences make her the richest woman in the world.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Earth Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

  • If he stops texting you after a few days and you hit him up and he continues to ignore you LEAVE IT BE you don't know how many girls I have witnessed who text these men 24/7 if he's not responding. Listen, if he is showing you he has zero interest (and/or was all talk) drop him. Don't drop your dignity to beg him to see you or to pay attention to you. YOU ARE A GOD DAMN QUEEN. And pussy is power so therefore, no limp dick wrinkly man is worthy of you going crazy over, capiche?
  • Love y'all , xoxo
  • - Dahlia

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 


He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.


Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”


“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

i just witnessed this girl come into the gym, take selfies in the mirror for like 5 minutes, walk on the treadmill for a minute, and then leave shshdjdhsjd like…. honestly?? me flexing for the gram