had to join in the fun

I could only draw so many during the livestream so I thank you all for understanding!  I needed some chibi practice so I asked everyone if they’d like me to draw them.  In the end I was able to do most of them but not all.  Thank you all for joining the livestream! I had a lot of fun drawing each and everyone of you! ^_^

“Summertime Swimwear!”

I decided to hop on the whole “Bendy Swimsuit” crazy train after hearing about the Summertime Sale for Bendy Chapter 2 on Steam, lol.  But I couldn’t just draw him without a buddy to swim with, so I added in my character, Kitty Cat, to join in on the fun!  :3

While this took a bit to get down the way I wanted it to, I had a lot of fun drawing this!  Makes me excited for my family vacation to Hershey Park this weekend!  Wish us luck!  ^^

Feel free to reblog, if you wish.  Every little bit helps.  Thanks!  ^^

Bendy © theMeatly
Kitty/Artwork © JordantheCat11

Three Minutes

Rules are: write a title, set a timer for three minutes, and write like mad! Post whatever you come up with, whether it’s turned into a story or not. Feel free to join! (And to tweak a few sentences once the timer runs out. No judgement! It’s just for fun.)


Feud

We’re on the wrong side of the property line. I told Luke we shouldn’t come, told him it was dangerous, but he never listens to me. He doesn’t listen, and I’m too stupid not to follow. So here we are.
He’s grinning at me, up to his waist in the creek. “Relax,” he tells me. “They won’t know the difference. I’ve had this trapline here for weeks. They’ve never found it.”
I don’t want to listen. It isn’t right, being off our land, and the Hollanders won’t give us a chance to run if they find us. I don’t want to stay. I don’t want to be here.
But I don’t say so, because he’ll only laugh. He’s wading toward me now, with a dead beaver in his hands, so maybe it is worth it. The pelt will fetch a high price, and our streams are too shallow for beavers.
Maybe.
He holds it up to show me, a cheerful exaltation already on his tongue, and the gun goes off. The stream runs red with his blood, and I’m already screaming before he hits the water.

[trans] K-BOY Paradise vol.20 (161125) - part 3: solo interviews (yunhyeong, 4/7)

[intro & survey | group interview 1 2 | solo interviews bobby b.i donghyuk yunhyeong chanwoo]

“When I’m on stage, I think about whether or not the fans are having fun”

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Birthdate: 1995/2/8
Role: Vocal
His cute, powerful voice is his charm. As are his kind personality and considerate nature. Plus his constant thoughtful responses to whatever the members say while on stage.

YUNHYEONG

Q. Please write your promise to fans in Japanese.

Let’s go together–slowly, always!!~♥

We heard that before you became a trainee you had no experience in singing or dancing. What did you do to reach the level you’re at now?

I joined the company at the same time as Junhoe, but the trainees who were already there–B.I, Jinhwan, and Bobby–were already super amazing…… There was a huge difference in our abilities so it was rough, but I think that made me try even harder to catch up sooner. Jinhwan taught me how to sing and like how to do natural gestures, and he gave me so much advice. I watched Jinhwan and mimicked him a lot.

Why Jinhwan?

At that time, Jinhwan looked the best to me. He made dancing look easy, but performing while moving your hands and doing the steps and singing at the same time is actually really difficult.

Compared with how you were one year ago when you made your Korean debut, what do you think has changed about yourself?

A year ago I always felt like I had to do everything well and couldn’t make any mistakes, but now I’m trying harder to have more fun on stage. Rather than thinking about my own mistakes, I mostly think about whether the fans are having fun.

And who do you think has grown the most?

Bobby, maybe? So he partnered with Mino from Winner and released a new album, right? When I saw that, I felt like even in such a hyped up song he was a bit restrained and has learned how to give off a cool vibe. (laughing happily as though he is pleased from the bottom of his heart at this change in Bobby) He makes much better use of this skill than before!

And is he aware of this?

By all means, tell him (laughs). In the past year I think Bobby has gotten the most cool!

Anyway, are there any members who do things that you just don’t understand?

There is indeed. Junhoe~ (laughs) He has a really optimistic, manly personality. Also, (in Japanese) he oversleeps (laughs). Always! I’m like “it’s better if I get up just ten minutes earlier to get ready” but Junhoe oversleeps every single day. It’s a bit of a mystery (laughs). Is it really that hard to get up ten minutes earlier?! Actually, Jinhwan is also late. But he’s different from Junhoe in that he can get up early when he needs to. But it’s after he gets up that’s the problem! He just stands in front of the mirror doing his hair or taking care of his skin. So for that reason he and Junhoe both happily come out late together (laughs). His self-care is just too good!

You seem like you’d often be the mediator if there are any arguments among the members.

B.I and Junhoe have strong personalities, so Donghyuk and I, as well as Jinhwan, are like a buffer. But we talk things out honestly and resolve them before any problems can turn into real fights, so we haven’t had any huge fights yet.

In any case, you still have to make up, so it’s better to just not have fights, right? But like little kids we squabble over little things. Like there’s one thing I remember that’s just so stupid I can laugh about it now, but around three months ago we fought about what to eat. We had time during an awards ceremony, so we were all like, “let’s eat”…… I wanted to eat gyoza, but some members complained like “ugh I don’t want any frikkin gyoza!” (laughs). In the end, I gave in and couldn’t eat gyoza (tears).

Trans by Shino @ iKON GLOBAL | take out with full credits.
© K-BOY Paradise

mrsbabuu  asked:

Hi, saw your reblog about it being okay to be friendly and stop by so I got brave enough to tell you I love your perspective on Naruto and Boruto! In the middle of me yearly re-watch of the series and it's fun seeing the show get the passion it deserves! Thank you for contributing to the fandom!

thank you very much!! It’s great to know that some people take the time to read my silly rambles about something I’m so passionate about ♥

I joined the fandom pretty late (after the manga had already ended) so I never got to participate in the discussions of that time. I’m sort of making it up by actively participating this time around.

Anyhow, thank you for your kind message, it really means a lot to me! ♥

I created the ayakashi and taught them words. I wanted to talk to them.

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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“Some of the worst excesses of the Black Mesa Incident have been laid directly at his feet. And yet unsophisticated minds continue to imbue him with romantic power, giving him such dangerous poetic labels as the One Free Man, the Opener of the Way.”

I wanted to jump on the Cosplay Aesthetic bandwagon

Lava

Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing


It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.

Cas had been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.

“The floor is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.

The next turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run to enact his plan.

“Hey, Cas,” he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper aisle. 

“Hm?”

“The floor is lava.” 

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The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

Part 1 - 2

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

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i love how, alternatively, last thursday, sana and even had another little chat by her locker, during which sana told him that her brother and his friends will be at eva’s party tomorrow, just so he knows, and that, by the way, elias says hi to him. and even hesitated a little and said “it’s just that…” and sana waited, letting him know that she was listening. and even opened up to her, and we got to listen to him briefly tell what happened, and sana understood that he was nervous about talking to them again, and she told him “i know elias would be happy to see you, and i think the other boys as well, but this is totally up to you”

and eventually, even, this brave boy, did decide to show up, and we had a little moment, maybe just two minutes at the beginning of the clip, with sana and even and the boys, and she stood there during the slightly awkward greetings, and eventually elias broke the ice and said “remember how we used to make these random short films and stuff? we actually, hm, we’ve got this youtube chanel now, you know? nothing too serious, but it’s fun” and even replied “oh, that’s cool” and elias said “i mean, the videos don’t look as cool as the ones we used to make with you because you were always, like, the pro” and he let out a little laugh and he smiled and even smiled a little as well, and we could see him grow more comfortable and then he said “i’m sure you’re doing a good job” 

and sana left them at that moment, to go talk to her own friends, this happy look on her face, and we briefly saw the boys continue their conversation in the background, and eventually isak’s friends joined them, and all of them shook hands, and they seemingly buried the hatchet (but also, alternatively, the fight never happened, because these boys are not violent, and it wasn’t necessary, but that’s another story haha) 

(and off screen, isak and even got home that night, sleepy from the fun and the sun, and they had a little chat in bed before falling asleep, like they always do, and at some point isak told him “of course they were glad to see you and talk to you, anybody would be happy to have you in their life”, and in that moment even couldn’t help but believe him) 

An All-Inclusive Guide to Making Your First Year in Practice Not Suck As Much As Wayfaring’s

Hi there, just curious if you’d share what things you were looking for in your first job vs what things you value now, now that you’ve been working out there on your own. Anything that must be in the contract that wasn’t there before (or vice versa)? Tips for future graduating residents?

Yaaaaasssss so many advices. So many things. This ask has been in my inbox for months because I have too many things to say about it and I can’t seem to organize it properly. 

Let’s break it down into 3 sections: 1) What I thought I wanted 2) What I needed and didn’t know to ask/look for 3) What I want now. Here goes.

What I thought I wanted:

  • big dolla$$$
  • super sweet signing bonus
  • moving allowance
  • loan repayment assistance
  • regular 40 hour work schedule
  • nice patients
  • independence / autonomy in decisionmaking
  • ability to practice the way I was trained - with up to date guidelines and procedures and equipment


What I wanted and didn’t know to ask for:

  • Supportive colleagues - In your first year of practice out of residency you lose every ounce of confidence that you gained as a senior resident. You question minor decisions and are constantly afraid of killing people or being sued. It is extra hard to practice in a new town when your partners in practice are not supportive. Sometimes you need someone to lay a fresh set of eyes on a wonky EKG or a weird rash, you know? I didn’t have that option. It made me study harder and somewhat be more cautious and definitely more creative in my practice. But having a colleague to commiserate with at the end of the day or to consult on difficult cases would have been really nice. You don’t have to be BFFs with your colleagues, but they have to be people you can agree/get along with and trust to take care of your patients in your absence.
  • Friends - This sounds obvious, but I moved to a new town that literally has no people anywhere close to my age. Even having one person I knew and could confide in would have been wonderful. One person to go to a movie with or watch a football game with would have been a sanity saver for me. Find a place where you can find other people like you. 
  • A reasonable amount of time off - I got less time off in my first job than I did as a resident. That was unacceptable to me. This would be fine if my practice didn’t act like they were going to go bankrupt if I took an unpaid day or even a half day to go to the doctor, but they did. You need a place where you can take one week off every 3-4 months if possible, even if all that time isn’t paid. Medicine is such a stressful job. Make sure they’re giving you rest time.
  • A non-toxic work environment - I knew going into my job that I was replacing a workaholic and that I was joining a workaholic. What I didn’t realize was that I was also expected to be a workaholic and anything less than killing myself was seen as laziness. Pay attention to the culture at your new job. Ask the docs what they do for fun or to relax and more importantly when the last time was they did that thing. If they don’t have any answers, they’re too busy. 
  • Diversity. This may just be me, but I went into family medicine because I get bored easily. I need variety of patient types and disease types and socioeconomic groups and everything else. I realized quickly in my practice that most of my patients were privately insured elderly white people. As in, the most boring demographic for Wayfaring
  • A Balanced schedule. I figured that when I joined a practice that had been established for 30 years that the workflow kinks would have been worked out and it would run like a well oiled machine. In reality I would have 8 physicals a day and 5 of my most complicated patients in hospital follow ups back to back, all scheduled for just 15 minutes. There has to be balance in the schedule. You have to be able to take a little extra time here and make it up elsewhere. 


What I want now: 

  • fair dolla$$$. In actuality, what’s fair is actually considerably more than what I was making in my first job. I was grossly underpaid, particularly considering this being a rural area where nobody wants to work (typically those jobs are paid much higher). It’s not about the bottom dollar value for me. It’s about compensating me in a way that is comparable to my peers. 
  • Colleagues who can be both friends and mentors. See above. 
  • Good benefits. Two years of no dental or vision sucks when your most expensive problems are dental and vision related. Life insurance and retirement plans aren’t something most 30 year olds think of, but they’re really important, and I didn’t have those to start with. 
  • A flexible schedule. The whole world doesn’t need to fall apart if I need to switch my regular day off or if I need a half day to go to the doctor. 
  • Administrative time. Preferably a full week day, but a half day is great too. I’m happy working 4 10 or 12 hour days a week to have one week day off to catch up on work I’m behind on or get my hair cut and get my taxes done and see my psychiatrist, you know?
  • Knowledgeable and helpful staff. I need staff who don’t perpetuate old wives’ tales and notions like “you need a zpack for that cold”. I need to work with people who will ask if they don’t understand something rather than just make something up and who can help me educate my patients. I need folks who are prompt and who can anticipate some needs. 
  • To not be responsible for other peoples’ paychecks. In private practice, if I take time off or scale back, the practice loses money and thus our staff lose hours or money too. The staff in my first job were horribly underpaid and I don’t like the idea of the entire burden of the practice’s finances hanging on my shoulders. Sign me up for that hospital-owned practice, please.
  • To not have to turn patients away based on payer source. This is a national problem and is definitely not limited to my first job. But my first job wouldn’t let me take Medicaid patients at all. It made it completely impossible for me to build any sort of pediatric or OB practice in our town. I don’t like the idea of turning away a patient because their type of insurance doesn’t pay as well. I want to just treat patients and not have to worry about their payments. Hello, single payer healthcare system. Get on it! Obviously I will still have to worry about whether my patient can afford their meds or whether their insurance will cover their meds, but I won’t have to pick and choose what patients I accept based on their payer source. 
  • To deliver quality, up to date care. To work with people who will back up my evidence-based decisions and not practice based on feelings and patient satisfaction. To work with people who will encourage me to learn more and do new things. 

There you have it folks. A lil summary of what I want, what you might want, and what I’ve learned in these first (almost) 2 years of practice. Here’s to better future jobs for us all!

Misguided (M)

Originally posted by y-ta

SUMMARY: After a run in with one of Johnny’s fellow frat brothers, you had thought he had just been after one thing. But when, not only Johnny himself, but with the help of your friends, they helped you realize that you had made some very misguided judgments. // “What tastes better than it smells?”

GENRE/WARNINGS: Fraternity/College!AU // It’s honestly mostly fluff with smut thrown in at the end. This is part of a collab with @versigny and a bunch of other writers. You can read the prologue here.

WORDS: 14.5k.

A/N: I died 3x over writing this. That is all.

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Josh Dun

Josh joins the army
Josh Gun

Josh goes to the church
Josh Nun

Josh goes to the beach
Josh Sun

Josh works at a bakery
Josh Bun

Josh exercises
Josh Run

Josh has a good time
Josh Fun

Josh is surprised
Josh Stun

Josh weighs 2000 pounds
Josh Ton

Josh avoids people
Josh Shun

Josh turned around quickly
Josh Spun

Josh uses a word in a rather amusing way
Josh Pun

Josh has had enough of your sh*t
Josh Done

Get over yourself - Montgomery/Jeff?

Originally posted by tiiffanym

Request:  Hey your writing is very cool🌹, could you write an imagine about going to a pool party with jeff and your ex bf monty is jealous?

Word count: 1093

Thanks for the awesome request! Enjoy xxx

“Just come with me y/n, it will be fun!” Jeff says for the 5th time. There was a pool party at Bryce Walker’s place and you didn’t really feel like going.

“Is it obligatory?” you know Jeff wanted you to just have fun. You’ve been studying hard the couple weeks, he just wanted you to let of some steam.

“Yes!” Jeff shouts while he’s already searching for your bikini and an outfit to were.

“Here wear this, you look good in them.” He says while throwing the clothes at you.

“So I can’t even choose what I’ll wear?” you say pleasantly.

You arrive at the party with Jeff. You were walking to the table with drinks when you hear someone scream your name.

“Hey, y/n! Can you help me out?” It was your best friend Jess. You had been friends with her since the day she entered the doors of Liberty High. She was new and looked a little lost and extreme social you couldn’t help but go talk to the girl. You introduced her to your friends and that’s how she met Justin, they were dating for 6 months now. They both told you how they were crushing on each other so you decided to play matchmaker and that turned out pretty good. You and Jess were pure soulmates, everything you liked she liked too, everything she hated you hated too.

“I can’t unzip my dress and that damn pool looks so refreshing.” She says while you help her out of her dress.

“Thanks y/n, by the way I’m so happy to see you! You finally decided to leave your house?”

“Well Jeff kind of forced me but I’m happy to see you!”

“You better are, why don’t you join me in the pool?”

“I’ll be there in a minute! I think I first need some alcohol before I take of my clothes.” You winked at Jess. You made yourself a pretty strong drink so you felt a little more confident. When you finished it you decided to join Jess. You started taking of your shirt first, you were unzipping your shorts when you heard:

“Damn y/n looking good!” you turned around when you saw Bryce Walker staring at you. You couldn’t help but notice who was standing next to him. It was Montgomery de la Cruz, your ex-boyfriend. The two of you didn’t really end on good terms. One day you wanted to surprise your boyfriend so you bought new fancy lingerie. You wanted to meet him at practice but he wasn’t training with the team. When you searched for him in the locker room he was pinning another girl to the wall, heavily kissing her neck and she unbuttoning his pants. You walked straight up to him, you made him very clear you never wanted to see him again and smacked his face.  After he begged for some second chance but people who treated you like that didn’t deserve second chances.

“Yeah right, Bryce.” You say while rolling your eyes. You get in the pool and start to talk with Jess a little about  how she and Justin were and about how much you still felt disgusted by Montgomery. During the talk you had two more drinks. You started to get a little drunk. Suddenly you saw Jeff coming around the corner. You and Jeff had been good friends since Montgomery cheated on you. He felt really bad for you and wanted to support you  a little even tho you told him you were fine. You weren’t going to spend tears on someone like that.

“Hey jeff!” you shout while swimming to the side of the pool. Jeff set himself in front of you in squat position.

“Well look who’s having fun at the party she didn’t feel like joining.” Just now you saw how handsome Jeff was. His perfect brown hair hiss sky-blue eyes. His beautiful colgate smile. Jeff was wearing a very nice shirt, you could see the sleeves hugging his biceps thight. Just looking at him started to turn you on.

“I think you should join me in the pool.” You say while biting your lip a little, looking Jeff straight in the eyes. Yours and Jeff’s faces were dangerously close to each other.

“Oh should I?” Jeff answers with a seductive grin on his face. Suddenly someone pushes Jeff away from you, it was Montgomery.

“Get the fuck away from her dude!” He shouts while he throws his fist toward Jeff’s face.

“What the hell is your problem?” you scream at Montgomery while pulling yourself out of the pool and others trying to pull Montgomery away from Jeff.

“You’re being a slut.” Montgomery shouts at you.

“Excuse me? You’re calling me a slut? I’m pretty sure I’m very single and I’m free to do whatever I want to do. I don’t owe you anything de la Cruz. You cheated, now get over yourself.”

Montgomery looks at you with  disappointed eyes. “No y/n wait, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it, I-“

“Yeah Mont, just like you didn’t mean to put your penis inside of another vagina? I know what your definition of ‘I didn’t mean’ is.”

You walk towards Jeff pulling him back to his feet.

“I think you need ice on that.” You say while picking his hand and guiding him inside.

Jeff sat down on the kitchen table while you started searching for ice. Once you found it you wrapped it in a towel and put it against Jeff’s head

“I’m so sorry Jeff, I really didn’t know he was going to be so jealous. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“y/n, it’s okay. This isn’t your fault. Like you said the boy needs to get over himself. And by the way I can’t blame him for wanting you back, look at you.”

“But he punched you in the face, and.. wait what did you say?” you say still holding the bag of ice against his head.

“You heard me.” Jeff’s says while putting his hands around your waist and pulling you closer between his legs.

“I think letting a girl like you go is the most dumb thing he had ever done, but I don’t mind.”

Jeff’s cups your chin and brings your face closer to his.

“Do you mind?” he whisper while your lips are almost touching, his lower lip even touched yours while he whispered. You just nod and before you know Jeff’s lips were kissing yours.

“y/n?” he says interrupting .

“What?”

“You can drop the ice this is a waaay better remedy.”

Let me know what you think and thanks for reading! Xxx

theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!

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The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.

“You.”

Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.

“P-possessed?!”

“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.

——

“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.