i forgot to put the bag down

Are you not going to bag this for me?

I work at Dinn Wixie as of Monday and a woman came to my register with 300 something dollars worth of groceries. So while scanning I accidentally slid her birthday card too far down and didn’t notice I hadn’t bagged it. This woman, who refused to bag any of her own groceries, goes to the bagging area, puts her hand on her hip and says “Are you not going to bag this for me!?” I swear I thought this bitch was joking but she actually made me bag it for her.
TLDR: A woman made me bag a large amount of groceries, stood right in front of the bags and got bitchy because I forgot to bag a birthday card

Draco X Reader: New Shampoo

“Hurry up, (Y/N)! You don’t have all day. Class will be starting any minute now,” your best friend, Hermione, reminded you as you washed your hair with the new shampoo your parents had sent you.

She left the bathroom and you quickly got out of the shower, dried off and put on some clothes. You ran a comb through your soaking wet hair as you rushed down the hallway to Divination. You made it with a few minutes to spare. Everyone stood outside the class and you shoved your comb back in your bag.

“(Y/N),” Ron said. “Did you do the Potions essay? I forgot to do it and Hermione won’t let me copy hers.”

“Yes, Ron. I’ll give it to you during lunch,” you smiled. Suddenly, you felt a finger run through your hair. You turned to find a familiar blond chuckling along with his friends. You meant to roll your eyes, but you just smiled. You’d had a crush on Draco since first year and you could hardly contain yourself. He’d just touched your hair!

“Finally take a shower, (Y/N)?” he teased, laughing along with his friends.

“Yeah, it was lovely, Malfoy. You should try it sometime,” you shot back. Now, he stopped, but his friends laughed even harder. He narrowed his eyes.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically. You watched, satisfied as they walked away. Sure, you liked him, but he was still a jerk and you were glad you could get one up on him. Soon, Professor Trelawney opened the door and you all climbed up the ladder to her room. By chance, you got stuck in front of Malfoy, who gently tugged your hair all the way up the ladder.

Then, something odd happened. You went to sit in your usual seat, but Malfoy followed you and sat behind you. Of course, his friends followed and you ended up with a whole bunch of Slytherins behind you. You felt a hand through your hair again, and this went on all through class. Running through, tugging lightly… It caused chills to go up your spine, and you shivered despite yourself. You heard a dark chuckle behind you and you blushed, forcing yourself to hold in the rest of your chills. Once you heard the bell ring, you stood quickly and felt another tug on your hair, but this time, it wasn’t so gentle. You stayed where you were, Malfoy’s hand still pulling on your hair. He signaled his friends to leave as everyone filed out of the room. Even Trelawney, who usually stayed in her classroom all day, felt the need to leave. You were alone with him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” You had a hard time keeping your tone harsh, causing him to smirk.

“I very much like your hair. It smells… Intoxicating.” You blushed and pulled the comb back out of your bag to undo all of the damage he might have caused while playing with it. “Let me.” He took it from you and ran it through your hair. You were surprised at how gentle he was. When he was finished, he placed a light kiss on the top of your head, making you blush even more.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the comb from him and placing it back in your bag. Suddenly, you felt him push you lightly against the wall. Your eyes widened. You’d never been this close to him before, your chest against his. “W-we’re going t-to be late…” You stuttered, causing him to chuckle. You decided to stop talking rather than risk further embarrassment.

“I think…” his fingers trailed up your right arm and stroked your jawline. “…we should skip class.”

“I dunno…” He sent shivers up and down your spine once again. “What if we get in trouble?”

“Then you’ll get to spend detention with me,” he smirked. Before you could respond, he slammed his lips into yours. They were warm and tasted like vanilla. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You felt like you couldn’t get enough of him and he pulled away too soon. “So?” He grinned devilishly.

Needless to say, this wouldn’t be the last time you skipped class with him.

The Jefferson Documentary

Thomas Jefferson x reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Laddie

Words: 1149

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, Mean Girls reference, kissing, light fluff, cuddles/snuggling

“Babe! We’re going to be late!” Your boyfriend, Thomas, called up the stairs.

“One second! I’m carrying your bags too!” You yelled, struggling to hold both your duffle bag and his.

“Oops, sorry. I forgot.” Thomas shrugged, watching you stumble down the stairs.

“Wow, you’re such a gentlemen.” You scoffed, shoving his bag in his hands.

“Here, let me take this from you.” He grabs your bag, putting it in the trunk of his car.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes,  walking around to the passenger side of the car.

“Such sass.” Thomas shook his head, closing the trunk of the car.

Thomas started the car, pulling out of the driveway. You were heading up to what was supposed to be a relaxing work get away. You knew, that Thomas would be stressed anyway. His boss, George Washington, thought this would be a good idea for his workers and their significant others to get to know each other. He had good intentions, but you knew this was a bad idea.

Thomas clenched the steering wheel as he drove. His knuckles were white and his jaw was clenched. You put a hand on his shoulder, it was tense and rigid.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” You tried to calm him down.

“No it’s not! I don’t think spending a week with, Hamilton, is okay!” Thomas growled.

“Who says you’re spending the week with Hamilton? You could just spend the whole week alone with me.” You rested your hand on his thigh, watching him jump slightly.

“That’s a good idea.” He smirked at you, relaxing in his seat.

You made it to the cabin, George Washington had rented, in record time. Thomas parked his car next to a black car you didn’t recognize. Thomas hopped out of his side and opened the door for you, before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt. You giggled, letting him help you out.

“Thank you, my good sir.” You pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Anything for you, m’lady.” Thomas pulled you in for a light kiss.

“Who knew Jefferson could get a girl?” An unfamiliar voice called, from the black car you had parked next to.

“And a beautiful one at that!” Another voice chimed in.

“Hamilton.” Thomas’ voice was cold and laced with venom.

“Jefferson.” A man with a long black ponytail responded, “And what’s your name?” He grinned turning to look at you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You smiled back, attempting to be nice.

“Alexander Hamilton, at your service.” He held a hand out for you to shake. You took it, but were surprised when he took it up to his lips to kiss.

“Let’s go, (Y/N).” Jefferson yanked your hand from Hamilton’s grip, dragging you into the house.

“What a creep.” You mumbled as the two of you walked up the stairs of the cabin.

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” Jefferson laughed, any trace of jealousy disappearing.

After settling in, Washington had demanded everyone meet in the living room to get to know each other. Jefferson was clearly upset to hear this. All he wanted to do was spend some alone time with you and avoid Alexander.

He sighed, sitting next to you on the couch as you chatted with James Madison. You snuggled against him, knowing he wasn’t liking this. To be honest, you weren’t liking it either. You just wanted to be alone with Thomas. Instead, you were stuck in a living room of strangers.

Thomas put his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit in between his legs. You leaned your back against his chest and quickly ended your conversation with James. You turned to Thomas, looking up at him with mischievous grin.

“Do you think we could sneak away?” You whispered in his ear.

“We can do whatever you want, love.” His warm breath tickled your neck.

“Oh my god! Don’t give her a hickey!” Hamilton screech from across the room.

You leaned out of Thomas’ embrace to see him staring at you in mock horror. His friend with freckles, faked an offended gasp. The other, having a strange resemblance to your boyfriend, pretended to faint.

“Hamilton,” Washington warned.

“Ignore him.” You turned Thomas’ gaze from Hamilton, to you. “He’s an idiot. Just focus on me.”

“You’re right.” He smiled, pulling your face inches from his.

“There we see, a wild Jefferson and a beautiful gazelle. The Jefferson leans in for the kiss, ready to strike at any moment. Why he has stopped….well folks that is a mystery to us all.” Hamilton said, in his best documentary voice.

“If he says one more thing…” He growled, his body tensing up.

“Don’t. You’ll give him the satisfaction, of knowing it got to you.” You grabbed Thomas’ fist that was curling up, ready to strike Hamilton. “Look at me. It’s okay.”

“You’re right, it’s not worth it.” Thomas smiled at you, kissing your nose.

“Jefferson misses! Instead he hits the gazelle’s nose. This is a major blow to Jefferson’s massive ego. Fun fact! That’s why his hair is so big! It’s full of his ego!” Hamilton smiled, causing most of the room, including you, to laugh.

“Hamilton!” Jefferson jumped from the couch, beginning to chase Hamilton around the room.

“Yo, gazelle! You going to help me?” Hamilton asked, running past the couch.

“Nope! You’re on your own. I already tried to help you.” You grinned, watching the pair run.

“The wild Jefferson chases the amazing Hamilton. He has switched prey and no longer has interest in the gazelle. The wild Jefferson is not that good at running, due to his lanky height and awkward limbs. Will he ever catch me? Will he ever kiss the gazelle? Tune in next time!” Hamilton yelled, booking it from the room.

Jefferson chased after him, the room filled giggles and laughter. Even Washington had a little bit of a smile on his face. The laughing increased, when you heard a loud clash and a screech from Alexander. It sounded like Jefferson had finally caught him.

The two returned to the living room. Alexander was limping and Jefferson had a victorious smirk on his face. He scooped you up in his arms, placing you on his lap. Hamilton opened his mouth, only to have his friends all slap their hands over it. He rolled his eyes, shoving their hands off.

“Gazelle, I hope you know that you’re dating a wild Jefferson. You might want to be careful.” Hamilton warned, glaring at Thomas as he spoke.

“I know.” You grinned, pecking Thomas’s lips. “That’s just how I like him.”

Thomas smiled at you, pulling you closer to snuggle. The rest of the night ran smoothly. You would joke with Alexander and his friends, ignoring the glares exchanging between him and Thomas. And at the end of the night, Thomas finally got what he had wanted all night…

Things in my backpack

- 2 notebooks

- 4 books I’m in the middle of reading

- too many pens

- 3 phone chargers

- a punch of pins that have at some point fell off the bag and I threw in a pocket a never took out or put back on

- a 3DS

- tampons in all sizes in every pocket

- advil

- Tylenol 

- excedrin

- wallet

- gloves I forgot I owned

- Tsum Tsum stickers I got for christmas

- a pair of socks

- an extra lap top charger (not counting the one in use)

- (laptop when I’m not sitting down somewhere)

- 2 external batteries, one fully charged one half charged

- a Kamala Khan plushie

I am possibly over prepared in life

Savage Seokjin in Bergen
  • Jin: We need to look cool!
  • *puts on shades*
  • -
  • Jin: YAH I NAMED THIS MOUNTAIN!! "The mountain of J-hope's lost tickets!"
  • -
  • *Jams af to fire with hobi*
  • /Falls/
  • -
  • Namjoon (about to rap): *inhales*
  • -
  • (In cable car on the way down and another car passes going up + Namjoon "forgot" his bag up at the top)
  • Jimin: JUMPU!!!
  • -
  • (At parade)
  • Jin @ child: Selfie?
  • *takes selfie*
  • Jin: YEAH!!! High five!!
  • *high fives*
  • -
  • (Jin+Kookie+Hobi on their way up in cable car)
  • Jin: *calmly drinks smoothie*
  • /cable car starts moving/
  • Hobi: wo wo wo wo
  • Jin: look back. WOOO ATLANTIS!!
  • Hobi: wow. Awesome
  • Jungkook: Tyrannosaurus will come after us.
A Fool Thinks Herself to be Wise (SuperHero/Villain AU)

A Fool Thinks Herself to be Wise
Pairing: Clexa
Rating: Children Shouldn’t Read Alone (T)

Note: So here’s another Cacoethes oneshot. Turns out I had this finished and I just forgot… Either way, now y’all get to read something from Lexa’s point of view.

First fic to this series is here

She was an idiot.

Her fists pounded on the bag, but the burn of her muscles and the bruises forming on her knuckles didn’t seem like enough punishment for her stupidity.

She’d been doing so well.

Almost seven years as Heda, and she hadn’t slipped once. She’d taken down villain after villain, put multiple criminals behind bars. Yet after the arrival of that enraging girl Wanheda, everything had gone down hill.

She’d slipped on their first meeting. She’d been tired, out of focus. The anniversary of her mother’s death had been soon, Costia had said they needed a break, work had been hounding her ass despite her father’s efforts to redirect their attention. It had been an off day, which had let one of Arkdia City’s most dangerous criminals get away, and it made her so angry with herself.

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I got you babe! So you’ll need: 

2 bananas 

1 avacado 


Apple cider vinegar (optional but I recommended it)  

Grape seed oil 

Olive Oil 

Coconut oil 

(Everything from honey down, just use how much you think will be suited)  

Use a blender (In my case I use a Nutri-bullet) to mix all of the ingredients together. It should be smooth (it might have a little but of chunks) If it’s not smooth then add more oils to it!  

Use one of those thingy’s that keep in heat (I forgot what they’re called) but if you don’t have one, like me, I just tie up my hair and put a plastic bag over it to lock in the moisture with the heat. Leave it in for one hour then wash it out! 

After I was the deep conditioner out, I go back in with my conditioner and wash my hair. 

I hope you like it! 

Picking Locks

Characters: Jimin x You (ft. Taehyung)

You often forget your keys and end up having to pick your lock, Jimin’s just moved in next door and his first impression of you is that you must be a burglar. (Word Count: 2 302)

Genre: fluff, comedy-ish (Warning: alcohol mentioned)

Excerpt: You blink and wonder whether he is joking or not. He looks like he is about to pee himself and decide it must be the former. “It’s okay,” you grumble as you pick up your bag from the ground, “I just forgot my keys.”

“Then,” Jimin stands upright, puffing his chest to try and look bigger but all you can think is that he looks so cute and childish, “Why are you wearing all black?”

You look down at your attire. “Oh,” you laugh wryly, he watches with an expectant gaze “Fashion?” you reply uncertainly. It was one of those days you were too lazy to put together an outfit with a bit of colour or brightness to it. “It matched my mood in the morning,” you add when he doesn’t believe you. 

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My tea-brewing process:

  1. Boil water in the kettle
  2. Hurry to put a tea bag in the tea pot when you hear the kettle whistle because you were an idiot and forgot to prep more
  3. Pour the boiling water into the tea pot and spill some on the stove/hand
  4. Steep the tea until you realized it’s been fifteen minutes and oh shit I should have set a timer
  5. Pour tea into your favorite coffee mug
  6. Sip the tea and realize it’s too hot
  7. Set mug down to cool
  8. Forget you made tea
  9. Realize what an idiot you were when you look over and see your mug
  10. Drink cold tea

Ohmygod I forgot to tell you guys about this guy who came into my work. He comes in, puts his bag down on the counter and as hes buying a lemon square he was like

“I found a pigeon. I think hes hurt.” So im like “??? Uh maybe call the city? Or an animal rescue? Idk man. Where did you see it?” And then he like. Opens the bag on the counter. And theres a pidgeon inside just chillin, cooing and everything. I was so flabbergasted I could barely respond and he just nonchelantly paid and picked up the pidgeon in the bag and left.

Surreal man

Not Smiling

“Hey babe, you got the new toothpaste out there?” Adam called out to Taylor who was sitting in bed, scrolling through Tumblr. They had just gotten back from the iHeart Radio awards and decided to skip the afterparties, to just hang out with each other.

“Yeah, sorry, forgot to put in the bathroom right away, let me grab it,” Taylor called back, putting her phone down and moving to find it. Adam appeared in the doorway smiling. “Uh uh, nope. You stay in bed, miss five-time-award winner, I’ll get it. Where’d you leave it?” Taylor laughed and sat back down. “In the living room in a bag,” she answered smiling.

Adam walked over to where she was sitting cross legged on the bed and gave her a few quick kisses on her cheek, her nose, her mouth. “Thanks for going downstairs for me,” she said softly.

“Thanks for picking it up when I forgot,” Adam answered back with a smirk. He kissed her one more time before heading for the door. “I’ll be right back!”

“You better, I’ve got plans for us tonight,” Taylor answered, smirking. “Big ones.” Adam laughed. “Taylor I love you with all my heart and soul, but you are the cheesiest person ever,” he called back as he headed down the stairs.

Taylor laid back in bed, full of happiness and contentment. Everything was perfect. Great guy, great thing going musically, family was too, friends were good…Taylor was happy. And almost immediately, suspicious. That’s not how things work out for her. Something is always going wrong. She suddenly sat up in bed and reached for her phone. “Tree? You there?”

“Yeah Taylor, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just checking in. Anything I’m going to need to worry about for tomorrow, press wise?” Taylor was no fool. She had a love-hate relationship with the press, and she knew they couldn’t wait to tear her down.

“Hmm…nothing serious. All major media outlets are saying good things about tonight’s awards, and the press coming tomorrow looks almost perfect.”

Taylor knew what almost meant. “What are they saying? Whose saying it?” She began to get jumpy, nervous. She thought quickly back over the night. She didn’t swear accidentally, or say anything mean on or off camera. Her pulse was suddenly racing–she hated being misunderstood.

“It’s nothing serious, nothing too bad. Just a couple of the gossip mags saying that Adam didn’t look to happy all night and when you thanked him. And that he wasn’t giving you a standing ovation your whole speech. But it’s nothing, Taylor, seriously. A couple trashy magazines. The big ones won’t pick it up.”

Taylor was suddenly furious. She jumped up and started pacing around the room. “The nerve of some people! Adam is more reserved, he’s shy! He shouldn’t have to perform for the cameras! And he didn’t even know I was going to thank him, it was a surprise! Oh my god!” Taylor ranted for a bit and Tree listened patiently. Finally, Taylor calmed down a bit. She leaned against the wall and asked, “Ok so it’s a couple magazines, fine. Will it get big enough for Adam’s team to notice?”

Tree thought it over. “I doubt it, I don’t think those guys check the gossip rags much.” Taylor sighed, relieved. “Good, I don’t want Adam to know anything about this if he doesn’t have to. I really don’t want him to get self-conscious about this, or start thinking…anyway, whatever. Hopefully it will blow over. Thanks for letting me know, Tree. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Anytime girl–get some sleep! It’s gonna be an intense week ahead.”

Taylor hung up the phone and crawled back into bed, her good mood completely ruined. Adam walked in a few moments later with the toothpaste. “Found it!” He said triumphantly, holding up the drugstore bag. “It was hidden under a couple pillows.”

“Great, babe, awesome!” Taylor answered, disguising her horrible mood with some fake cheer. But Adam saw through that. He put the bag down on the dresser and walked over to the bed. “What’s wrong babe? You were fine a couple minutes ago.”

“I’m fine, it’s stupid, I’m fine–really,” she said and he stroked her hair softly. “Would this have anything to do with what you were talking to Tree about?” He asked, surprising Taylor. “You heard that?” She asked, guiltily.

“Just the last bit. What don’t you want me to know?” Taylor pulled away from his hands, which were rubbing her back. She smiled and moved so she was standing, then headed to the bathroom. “It’s really nothing,” she called back, turning the faucet on. “Just something stupid the press wrote. No big deal!”

Taylor started to brush her teeth vigorously, but jumped when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She glanced up in the mirror and she saw his tall frame leaning down so he could rest his head on her shoulder. She leaned back against him, leaned into his warmth, and his abs and his heart, and rubbed her cheek against his scratchy beard. God she loved him. He could make any bad fearing disappear, like smoke.

“And what did they say that was stupid that got you all upset?” He growled in her ear before gently biting her earlobe. Taylor sighed and turned around, keeping his arms on her waist. “Just something about you looking like, not so happy when I thanked you onstage. And during the night, like apparently you didn’t look overjoyed to be there or whatever. It’s stupid, not big deal. I just thought you wouldn’t care so I didn’t want Tree to mention it.”

“What do these people think that I’m just have a stupid smile on my fucking face for three fucking hours,” Adam said angrily, letting go of Taylor’s waist suddenly.

“You know, they like to create drama, it’s really no big deal, just a couple stupid tabloids, most of the press was really really good!” Taylor answered, trying to pacify him, grabbing his hand as he began to pace around the bathroom, trying to keep him in one place.

“Fucking press, God fucking dammit. I hate it when they write shit like that, I do smile a lot, just not every goddamn second of every goddamn day…and seriously who likes having a million cameras in their face, shit,” he ranted as Taylor listened patiently. Eventually he ran out of steam. He looked at Taylor, who was still holding his hand, rubbing circles into his skin. He looked at her and sighed as she smiled. “All calmed down?” She teased, and he laughed, pulling her in tight against him.

“You know it’s shit, right, God I’m the happiest I’ve ever been when I’m with you,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed her back. “I know, me too,” she whispered back, pulling him in closer. “But,” she said, pulling back a bit so she could look at him, “if this ever gets to be too much–the press, the media, the cameras–I want you to tell me, ok? Promise?”

Adam chuckled. “Babe there is literally nothing in this world that could make me feel like this wasn’t worth it. You’re worth it 100 times over.”

Taylor stood on her tipi-toes and gave him a quick kiss. “You’re my favorite person ever,” she said, kissing him one more time before leaning back down. “Now finish washing up so I can thank you again…in bed.” She finished her sentence off with an obvious wink as she headed to the bedroom.

“You are so corny!” He laughed, turning the water back on, feeling much better, as she had gotten rid of all his negative feelings, made them disappear. Feeling like he was at the right place at the right time. Feeling like he could never be happier or more safe. Feeling like they were both each other’s homes and that nothing could take that away from them. Knowing that they were stronger than everything else, as long as they had each other.

marwuders-deactivated20170117  asked:

Okay, too things i'm dying to know: How is the scene "thanks for staying for my sweets Albus"? And the one Snape tells Scorpius to think of Albus while conjuring the patronus? THANK YOU FOR TELLING HOW THE PLAY IS BTW

(I hope you don’t mind me publishing this but I thought other people might want to know too since I forgot to write about these scenes.)

You don’t have to thank me, I’m DYING to talk about this play so you’re doing me a favour :’)

This got a bit long so I’ll put it under a ‘read more’.

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Continued thing with Hardworkingjafar

Sinbad sat in the still air of his apartment for a moment before he let out a loud laugh of excitement. The noise awoke his dog Val in the next room, who came bounding into the main living area to welcome him. Sinbad bent down and gave him a good scratching. “Oooh guess what Val buddy we’re gonna have a very special guest tomorrow.” Sinbad looked around at his apartment while still rubbing vale behind the ears. “And I gotta clean. A lot.”

He started in the living room, picking up all the trash and putting it in trash bags to pile by the door. He then moved to his three guitars, hanging them up on the wall hangers over the couch he forgot he had put up for them, and placing all his music journals and books and movies up on shelves where they belonged. He tackled the mountain of dishes in the sink, shoving as many as he could into the dishwasher and hand washing the rest. He vacuumed, swept, and mopped until every floor in his house was in pristine condition. By the time he was mostly done it was 1:24pm so he decided that he had earned a nap, pulling in late for work at 4:50pm. When he finished work it was nearing 2am and he shoved clothes into his closet for another hour and carried the trash out to the garbage, (which took four trips) flopping into bed on top of Val around 3 in the morning.

When he woke up next and rolled over to look at the clock, the face stared back at him with four blinking red numbers:


“Crap.” Sinbad’s eyes grew wide and he vaulted out of bed, doing a last sweep through the house before Ja'far showed up. He panicked when he realized he’d forgotten the throwing board, practically the whole reason Ja'far was coming in the first place, and rushed back into his room to get it, pausing at a mirror when he noticed the state of himself. “Dear god I’m a mess…” He rushed into his room, grabbing a pair of jeans, a plaid button up shirt, and deeming the boxers he was wearing safe for further use before rushing back into the bathroom and taking a record timed shower. He donned his clean clothes and rushed back into the living room, placing the throwing board on the couch and collapsing down next to it to relax for a minute, Val jumping up to lay in his lap and join him.

Until something brown, furry, and much too small to be Val crept out from under the carpet by his feel.

“HOLY FUCK NO.” He screeched, pulling his feet up onto the couch with him, then standing and backing across the couch away from the massive tarantula making it’s merry was across his living room. Val barked at it from the pillows as well, and Sinbad grabbed him before he could go after it. He jumped off the couch, Val under his arm, and went for a big soup pot in the kitchen, trapping the thing under it and backing away while making grossed out noises and trying to wipe off any air he might have shared with the thing while Val growled at the pot.

“Oi quit it Val it’s trapped now. We just gotta figure out some way to…”

And of course, that’s when the doorbell rang.

“Shit.” He threw a book on top of the pot and pulled his still wet hair into a quick ponytail before answering the door. “Ja'far! Hey…”

love on tries || gallavich
  • Ian: takes a breath as he walks into the kitchen and put the bag of groceries down, they were heavy enough and him having to walk home from the store only made him more mad.
  • The redhead started to unpack probably a little more furiously than he should've been. Lately, his family had been so selfish these days. Lip had just left him in the store, completely forgot about him. When he was done with the groceries, he headed over to where he and Mickey lived now.