idk if this looks good sigh

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

anonymous asked:

Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?

Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx

** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **

#6: “It was a dare.”
#9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”

“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”

“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”

You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.

“And you’re acting like a bitch.”

Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.

“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.

“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”

Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.

His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.

“I dare you.”

Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.

He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”

His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”

You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”

He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.

“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”

You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.

“How?” You breathed.

He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.

“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”

You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”

He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.

You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.

“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”

Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.

He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.

He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.

You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.

A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.

You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”

So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”

You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.

You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.

“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”

The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.

God damn, he was beautiful.

You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.

You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.

“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”

With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.

He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.

“Remind me to thank Justin.”

idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way 


5x12 || 7x11

This is you breaking up with me. Yeah.


harry potter fancast:

Oscar Isaac as Godric Gryffindor

“ You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry. Set Gryffindors apart.” 

anonymous asked:

Writers played with us so hard lol. We took the bait. They put that moment in the trailer and that's all we have. There's no development and nothing more happened. I'm so tired of this show.

Well, I respect your opinion but I disagree with it.

First, and even though it’s not related to the romantic part, I love that they’re being co-leaders again. It’s been a constant this season. No matter if they’re together or not, they’re always working, learning and growing as leaders.

Second, I don’t think it’s a bad season for Bellarke.

4x01. Bellamy smirking “Besides, I could use a break from keeping you alive” “Thank you for keeping me alive”. Bellamy losing his south asian mind when Echo holds a sword to Clarke’s throat. “Ok, princess. What now?”

4x02. Bellamy being cute and trying to flirt. Bellarke supporting each other’s choices. Together™

4x03. They go on a day trip. “She’s lucky to have you. you keep her centered. You got it backwards” THE LIST!! - [Clarke staring at Bellamy while he’s asleep. “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list” Clarke nuzzling Bellamy and looking at him longingly]

4x05. They’re not together but this episode is literally focused on Clarke “I’m losing my caucasian mind” Griffin. Even Monty drops a sarcastic comment because he’s tired of hearing her ask for Bellamy. She’s willing to sacrifice her people to save him. + The last scene where Bellamy and Clarke are holding Octavia. Such a good cinematography btw.

4x06. They go on another day trip. Clarke comforting him. Bellamy being worried about her. Their smiles!!! Bellamy all soft saying “Clarke if I don’t see you again” Clarke calling him SPECIAL, looking him up and down and then looking away.

In my opinion 4x07 and 4x08 have been the best episodes so far. Although they have been separated, both episodes have been really important for them.

Before being pushed into a confession or kiss they need to solve certain problems. The characters need to be developed. I don’t know about you, but I want Bellamy to start to love himself and Clarke to be herself before they enter into a relationship.

There are 5 episodes left and they’re getting ready for whatever happens between them in S4b.

Safe ~ Jughead Jones

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Words: 392

Requested? : Yes

hi! I’m here to ask about requesting a fic. So um how about jughead x reader where they are hanging out at either one of their houses and just cuddling and kissing. Is that ok? I hope it is. Thank you.

Warnings: Fluff? Idk I’m not good at this tbh.

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s short, idk where my flow went. I changed up the request a little bit but I hope you don’t mind! Also, first Jughead imagine can I get a “hell yeah?” I’m weird sorry…

“Juggie?” I sighed quietly as I sat down in front of him at Pop’s. His head immediately popped up from his computer screen and with a smile he slammed it shut. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, taking my hands in his and kissing them lightly. He knew something was wrong when all I did was look down at the floor, lip between my teeth. My teeth were indenting my lip so much I almost thought I’d drawn blood.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I feel scared to leave my house in fear of being shot in the head. I wake up and I can barely breathe. I can’t comprehend that somewhere in our little town there could be a murderer.” I whispered tears brimming my eyes. “This town, something isn’t right here anymore since Jason. It’s like everyone is everyone’s enemy. Juggie, it’s like the whole town has a veil of evil hanging over us. You think I’m an absolute mad woman.” I sighed sadly and let the first tear fall. 

Jughead was quick to jump over the table instead of walking around to the other side like a normal person and embrace me tightly. I buried my head into his neck as he drew little patterns on my shoulders with his fingers.

“You’re not crazy, you’re not alone in feeling this way. So many other people are feeling sacred too, myself slightly included and I’m supposed to be a man. Doll, you’re not in this alone. I swear I’m gonna keep you safe and sound. Nothing and no one will hurt you as long as I’m around.” He said lovingly. I smiled lightly, a small surge of happiness suddenly over taking my body.

“Christ Juggie, I love you.” I sighed, placing a soft kiss to his neck. He shivered slightly at my touch but soon pulled me tighter into him. His arms held me protectively, keeping me safe in his little bubble.

“I love you too baby. I always will. And I promise I’ll keep you safe. Don’t worry about anything, I’m here.” He smiled placing small kisses to my head. 

And there in that booth we stayed until the early hours of the morning, hugging and kissing every few minutes. I knew I was safe with him. I knew he’d keep my safe. I couldn’t have been happier.

The Bookshop That Has (Almost) Everything

fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny

summary: Phil works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to suspect something’s up.

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“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can I ask you something?”

Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A Memoir” down on the counter.

“Do you actually need half of the books you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that, you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them all?”



Graveland’s Books is the kind of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate, or very lost.

It hides on the tail end of an alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out of 2016 and into the 18th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone shop sitting directly opposite, of course.

It’s not big in size, with a staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when you’re not concentrating properly.

But, for a job running along the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.

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Tyler Seguin - Persistent

Originally posted by mrsmariacrosby

Request: “  Can you make a Tyler Seguin one where you’re best friends and he keeps asking to date you but you’re resistant due to his reputation but he doesn’t stop trying and eventually you cave in? Hope you’re having a good day ❤️ “

idk about this one man. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

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It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 2)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 5,643


The following week after you and Jungkook have agreed to fake a relationship is met with complete radio silence, neither one of you reaching out to the other. Or necessarily feeling the need to.

You try not to think too deeply about this. After all, the unspoken terms you and Jungkook have settled upon in the formation of this unlikely partnership have been to fake romantic feelings and adoration for each other when (and only when) it was needed. Only when friends needed to see and hear the pair of you interacting. Given that Hoseok hasn’t been bothering you much about the relationship, you hadn’t felt the need to send a text over to Jungkook. And since he hasn’t texted you, you can only assume that Taehyung isn’t giving him much of a hard time about this either.

For now.

It isn’t until the second week after the ‘first date’ that Hoseok finally decides to bring him up over Saturday breakfast, where he is participating in his early morning video game routine and you have just started to eat your freshly prepared breakfast sandwich.

“So how’s Jungkook doing?”

You choke on the egg of your meal. “What?”

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Pairing: Evan Hansen x reader

Words: 896

Warnings: None? Self hate? Mostly just self hate

Requested by @sxwer: okokok so i have another request! how about one where Evan feels slightly insecure about his body and how he isn’t the most outgoing and the reader is like “no!! let me tell you how wonderful you are !!”

A/N: I don’t often write from a different perspective so I hope this was ok?? It was pretty easy bc i just filled it with self hate, so i just wrote my own thoughts rip ((I’ve had Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill playing since I got home it’s going great hope y’all are having good days too)) (((Also what I mean by “pushed through the two doors” is that my highschool has two different doors you have to open to get into?? Idk if that’s normal but ye two doors)))

Evan stared in the mirror, a frown on his face. Discarded shirts littered the floor around him as he tried to find something he didn’t look terrible in. Letting out a sigh, he tossed another shirt onto the ground.

I hate this. He thought to himself, brows furrowed together in frustration.

Glancing at the clock, he realized he was almost late. Quickly, he threw on a blue polo shirt and ran out the door.

On the way to school he tried to push the negative thoughts out of his mind but they kept swarming around until they were all he could focus on.

When the school was in sight, he took a deep breath, pushing through the two doors. Students crowded around the hallways, bumping into each other and talking loudly.

“Evan!” A voice called out to him. Spinning around, he saw Y/N. She raced towards, him, a smile on her face. It quickly faded when she saw him more clearly. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Nothing.” He responded, a little too quickly.

Y/N frowned, and opened her mouth to speak before the bell rang shrilly through the speakers.

“Oh, I gotta go, Evan. Bye!” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek before he watched her rush down the hall to get to class.

He turned, on his way to his own class.

Can’t you just learn how to talk to people? God, you’re so lame.

He frowned, hunching over slightly as he passed a group of students.

Why is it so hard for you to socialize?

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they filled his mind again.

You can’t even tell your girlfriend your feelings, that’s so-

“Yo, Hansen!” Jared unmistakable voice rang out, snapping him out of thought.

“Hey, Jared.” He smiled, walking next to him as they arrived to their first class together.

The school day went by slowly, as it did every day.

“Hey Evan!” Y/N greeted, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hey.” He responded quietly, waving slightly.

“Are you ok?”

“Fine.” He lied, ignoring the concerned look on her face.

“Let’s just,” she paused for a moment. “Can I come over?”

With a nod, Evan began his journey home with Y/N.

“You’re sure you’re fine?” She questioned once more after a few minutes of silence.


Do you realize how annoying you’re being? She keeps asking and you keep blowing off her questions. That’s so fucking annoying, Evan-

“I hope you’re ok.” Y/N whispered, glancing up at Evan’s house. “We’re here.”

Y/N opened Evan’s door, surprised to find the floor littered with different shirts.

“Oh!” Evan quickly sprung into action, frantically grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving them into a hamper. “Sorry I just-” He blinked, thinking of a lie. “I just didn’t know what to wear.”

“That’s fine.” Y/N smiled reassuringly, taking a seat on Evan’s bed as he tossed the last of the shirts in the hamper.

“Sorry.” He repeated, breathless from running around his room grabbing clothing.

Time passed quickly as the two of you relaxed, lying silently on Evan’s bed.

“Y’know, if something’s wrong you can tell me.” Y/N’s voice broke the silence.

Evan sighed, “You won’t let up until I tell you, right?”

With a nod, Y/N sat up attentively with Evan sitting up as well.

“I just-” He stopped, thinking. “I just didn’t like what i looked like,, in any of them…” He muttered, nodding towards the hamper filled with clothes.

A second went by before Evan stood up nervously.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I told you that I-”

“Evan!” Y/N cut him off, standing next to him, “You’re wonderful, listen to me.”

They both sat back down. Evan stared at the floor, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.

“You’re the nicest person i’ve ever met. Never forget that, ok?”

Evan laughed lightly in disbelief.

“I mean it. You’re amazing and talented and sweet. And I bet you looked great in every one of those shirts!” She finished, pointing to the clothes.

Evan couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He risked a glance towards Y/N, who quickly leaned forward and crashed her lips against his. He nearly jumped back in surprise, eyes wide. Quickly, he melted into the kiss, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N ended up spending the night, talking to Evan in a soothing voice for hours, watching the sky grow darker outside his window.

De Todas Las Cosas Buenas-- Usnavi de la Vega

Request!:  Can you do a fic for Usnavi where reader steals his clothes and fluffiness ensues please?

Paring: Usnavi de la Vega X Reader

Wc: 565

Tw: mentions of a one night stand, anxiety?, shyness, half-nakedness, mentions of rumors starting



You woke up to the sun shining through your-


This isn’t your apartment.

You instantly got up, and walked around to look for any sign of whose apartment it was that you were in.

After seeing a few familiar things, you sighed in relief. That didn’t last long as you realize the only possible explanation for you to be in Usnavi de la Vega’s bed was if you slept with him. Though you didn’t mind sleeping with him, it wasn’t something you wanted to happen while you were drunk.

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Missing Shiro
  • Keith: I once saw Shiro without eyeliner and it was like looking into another dimension
  • Lance: one time Shiro called me 'buddo' and 'pal' in the same sentence, I think he was trying to connect with me
  • Pidge: Shiro gives me free piggyback rides, he's literally my Dad 2.0
  • Hunk: Yea I'm pretty sure Shiro has patted my head and said 'Good job son'
  • All: *collective sad sigh*

LOL I really need to stop drawing so fast and just take my time, but my brain moves faster than my hand.

(LOL I am cracking up over baby Harry. He is absolutely darling to me.)

Jasico Week 17. Day 3

First Date

When Jason had told Drew he was taking her out to brunch, he was not expecting this. The air between them was thick with a tension that Jason didn’t even know what to do with.

He and Drew had been growing apart as of late and despite everything he tried to do to remedy it. Brunch today had been him grasping at straws.

Jason had cleared his throat a couple of times trying to draw his girlfriend’s attention but she was too engrossed in her phone. Accepting Defeat Jason resigned himself to being ignored for the rest of the morning.


Jason shoots a relieved look at the waiter, any interaction was better than staring at the top of Drew’s head, and orders a coffee extra cream no sugar and an omelet. Drew orders one of those health shake things that Jason never understood, but knew better than to argue with.

Jason watched the waiter leave, a little forlornly. He loved his girlfriend he did but this tension was killing him.

“Jason?’ Drew was actually looking up at him now, much to Jason’s amazement. “Yeah babe, what’s up?” 

”I-I can do this anymore Jason.”

“Do what babe?”

Drew gestures between them “this. Us.”

“wha? why?”

“It’s-” 

Drew sighs and looks at Jason with pity “You’re just not famous enough anymore.”

Wait what? 

“Excuse me?” Jason asked, trying to understand. 

"I only dated you because you’re famous but I’m never on the cover of magazines anymore, so- I’m breaking up with you.” Drew explained  

Jason, stunned that his girlfriend of 8 months had only loved him for his fame, didn’t have words.

“Well someone had a big cup of bitch this morning.”

Both Drew and Jason look over to the entrance of the café to see a olive skinned man leaning against the doorframe, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

Drew shot to her feet, knowing that a blowup would get her on the front pages.

“Excuse me?! Drew stalked over to where Nico was standing and poked a manicured nail into his chest. Do you know who I am?!”

”No, and I really could care less” 

“Then why the hell are you calling me a bitch?!”

Well I’m only here because you and Superman here are in my spot and I happened to hear your whole, Nico raised his voice in a high falsetto I’m not on magazines anymore so I’m leaving you. Nico brought his voice back down and smirked

”-speech and since Superman is too nice to call you out on being a bitch i’d thought I’d do it.”

Both Nico and Drew caught the movement of a reporter, documenting the argument. 

”Ugh!” Drew huffed and looked Nico up and down, trying to find something she could nit pick. He was dressed smartly in a grey button up under a leather jacket, with black jeans and a pair of white and black converse.

Still Drew could never tell she was beaten until it was too late. 

“I bet you’re here to…to…”

Nicoi’s smirk grew “To?” He promoted, mockingly 

Drew made an ugly noise and stomped her foot.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Well if you’re quite done with your temper tantrum, I suggest you leave before I call my bodyguard and have them dump you in the ocean.”

Drew leaned forward and jabbed her finger into Nico’s chest. “Keep it up! You’re headed for a starring role on an episode of ˜Snapped!”

Nico shrugged “at least I’ll be more famous than you.”

The entire café collectively laughed as Drew’s face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet.

“I hate you!” she scream as she shouldered past Nico and fled the scene.

Nico smirked and pushed off the door frame, to sit in the spot Drew had vacated. “Morning”

Jason napped out of his daze. “H-hi”

The blond noticed movement and glanced over Nico’s shoulder at the camera trained on his face. Jason sighed and braced for a barrage of questions about what just happened.

Nico followed Jason’s gaze, twisting in his seat at bit. “Stolls, Really? You don’t need to follow me around 24/7, it was a joke.”

Travis laughed and turned the camera off. Walking around the different he leaned against Nico and Jason table. “I dunno Neeks after that I think I’ll have to be around more often.”

“Please don’t. Neither you nor your brother understand the meaning of the word subtle.”

Travis laughed and ruffled Nico’s already messy hair. Can’t argue with that one, Neeks!” He pushed off the table and shoot a wink over his shoulder “Have fun on the date you two!”

Nico glared and raked his hand through his hair trying to make it look at least a little better. “I you don’t want that all over the tabloids speak now.” Nico peeked up at Jason thought his bangs, trying to gauge if the actor would take him up on the offer. 

“Uh. No?” Jason offered eloquently. 

Nico nodded and, finally satisfied with his hair reached out to shake Jason’s hand.

“Nico di Angelo, Half Blood Times.”

Jason plastered a pleasant smile on his face, forcing himself to not act on the confusion he currently felt. “Jason Grace. Actor.”

Nico laughed, “I know who you are Mr. Grace, but I appreciate the intro.”

Jason smile turned a little rueful. “I assume you’re here for an interview?”

Nico rolled his eyes, “No. I’m here to enjoy a cup of coffee.”

Under his breath he added, “why does everyone think I want an interview?”

Jason laughed, it had been a while since someone had been this honest with him.

“You mean you want a proper date.” Nico turned to glare at Conner who winked obnoxious.

Connor walked around and addressed Jason, He’s been taking all the stories about you for actual ages. It’s kinda cute.”

Nico was bright red, “Connor” he tried for a warning tone but it came out more of a squeak.

Connor laughed, “You can’t deny it’s a date Nico!”

“shUT UP!” Nico shoved at Connor, red all the way up to his ears.

Jason watched with amusement, as Nico turned redder and redder at the reporter’s comments.

Connor finally left and Nico, still a vivid shade of red, couldn’t seem to look Jason in the eye.

”Sorry about that, I can move if you want?”

“No, no, you’re fine.”

Nico sighed and slumped back in his chair. “Good. I like this spot. And I didn’t really want to move.”

Jason laughed. “Not even for your date?”

Nico flushed. “No. not even for a date” he muttered.

Jason laughed again.

Who knew such a rotten morning could give way to a wonderful afternoon.

the first time bitty says he has a “hankerin’” for something, holster laughs so hard he ends up rolling on the floor. bitty just gives him a murderous glare and walks away

he also sends out the following mass text to everyone except holster:

holster has lost pie privileges. anyone who gives him pie will also lose pie privileges. do not test me.

the text manages to frighten everyone enough that they don’t even acknowledge holster when he asks them for a slice of the pie they’re eating. he cracks about a week in, and when he tells bitty that he’s really sorry and he won’t laugh at him again and can he please have some pie bc it smells so good, bitty’s like “would you say you have a hankerin’ for some pie, holster?”

holster nods, straightfaced, but bitty just looks at him, waiting.

holster sighs, “bitty, I have a hankerin’ for some pie.”

to which bitty smiles and replies, “well honey, why didn’t you just say so?”

The Entire Plot of Be More Chill

This sophomore named Jeremy is basically Veronica Sawyer from Heathers. He wants to be popular and try to get his crush since middle school named Christine. She’s a very pure soul, she sings a song called “I Love Play Rehearsal.” He has a best friend named Micheal. They play video games together. They were talking through Xbox I think, and he mentions something called a squip. He tells Jeremy all about this strange pill; a super computer that acts like a small person. It’ll tell him how to walk, talk, and be really cool. Jeremy thinks it’s bs, and continues his dorky week at high school. He was in the bathroom when this super popular guy named Rich. They were having a normal conversation when the subject of computers came up. Rich begins to rant about this great thing that he swallowed last year. It made him instantly popular. Jeremy knows he’s talking about a squip. He asks where he can get one, and Rich offers him one for $600. He manages to raise that money, and pay it to him. Now this is very important ; Jeremy eats his squip with green mountain dew. It’s very painful. Instantaneously it starts instructing him in how to fix his life; starting with correct posture and buying clothing. Jeremy runs into the three popular girls in the mall and with the help of the squip, gets one of their numbers. Jeremy really doesn’t want to date her, but it told him that if he dates brook it’ll get Christine interested in him. (OH my GOD I forgot to mention that Jeremy signed up for the school play w/ Christine and they’re kinda friends now)Jeremy is sitting with brook behind the school, they’re being all romantic and crap. The squip is encouraging him to invite her to his house, but he’s hesitating. Jeremy’s phone beings to ring. It’s Micheal. He leaves brook for a minute and goes to answer it. “Dude where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a week!” “Really? I’m the one ignoring you? Every time i try to talk you it seems like you don’t even acknowledge I’m there!” The squip, that asshole, tells Jeremy that he has been doing something to Jeremy called optic nerve blocking. He’s been blocking Micheal from his field of vision. Kind of angrily, he yells at the squip saying what the hell. Why’d you do that. “Micheal is a link to Jeremy 1.0. To upgrade yourself, you need to learn to make sacrifices. So what do you choose? Christine? Or a dork who’s never stood by your side?” Yu can hear Micheal screaming on the other side of the phone saying “you’ve been acting shady since… it worked didn’t it. Jeremy! That’s amazing! We gotta celebrate! Get stoned in my basement! ( this line means a lot, because in the first song that’s what Micheal offers to do with him because best friends forever) Jeremy makes his choice. Micheal says, "Jeremy are you coming?”

“Optic nerve blocking on”

Micheal is mad at Jeremy still, but after he promised not to ditch him again and stick by his side, he offers to drive him to a Halloween party at rich’s house that’s supposed to be pretty cool. Then all these drunk kids sing a song that’s basically ‘Big Fun’ in a nutshell. Micheal watches Jeremy dance away with the popular kids, get super high, and make out with brook, and many other girls. He starts crying and he runs upstairs to the bathroom and sings the saddest song I have ever heard in my life. Its about friendship, and love, and how sad he is… getting off track. Micheal drives the kinda insane Jeremy home, (like a great friend; especially after what just happened).The next song is really weird, and becomes Dear Evan Hansen (kinda). You start out hearing one of the popular girls, Jenna, calling her friend Chloe. “After last nights party, did you see rich?” After a little bit of annoying singing, she yells this. “RICH SET A FIRE AND HE BURNED DOWN IS HOUSE!” all the students go crazy on the internet, and Rich becomes Connor. Everyone is really confused on why he did it, because he wasn’t drunk or high. (It was his squipppppppp…) But whatever Rich is dead now.
Ok. Now here is an interesting part; the squip begins giving Jeremy ideas. This song is actually really scary, and it’s called the pitiful children. He’s telling Jeremy about how he can be even more popular; by infecting everyone else’s minds with more squibs. “You’re going to be the most powerful person to grace the planet… you’ll be unstoppable” Jeremy kinda falls for it (for the moment) because this picture is painted perfectly in his head; all the students are singing about how great squibs are. Skip skip skip to the school play. His drama teacher, Mr. Reyes, says this. “Excellent job Chloe! You’re doing wonderful.” This was after she did a stage performance where her character in the play drank something out of a beaker. Jeremy snaps his head up and says “But, Chloe’s terrible, she never remembers her-” “Me. Reyes? You can’t let anyone drink out of that beaker!”
“Don’t be silly, it’s perfectly safe I tried it myself.”
“I have to go on and stop her!”
“I can’t let you do that Jeremy. You needy, pathetic, self centered, student! You think I wanted to teach high school drama? In New Jersey! My squib says I can take it all the way to broadway, I just need to keep you from ruining my big night” Jeremy realizes what he’s done and starts yelling at his squip
“You’re going to squip the whole cast?!”
“That’s just for starters-”
“That’s not what I wanted!”
“I would stop there. Ha, you don’t want to end up like rich, now do you?”
“Rich! What was he saying…”
In the background you can hear Rich screaming “I need Mountain Dew reddddddddddd”

“That’s it! Green Mountain Dew activates you, red shuts you off!”
“Why do you think we had it discontinued? The only way you can stop me is if you had a time machine to the 1990’s”
“Or you have a friend so old school he buys 90s soft drinks”
“Too bad you don’t have one of those! Anymore.”
Jeremy starts yelling at his phone and furiously typing “Micheal! Call Micheal!”
Cue some A+ entrance music
“Micheal makes an entrance!”
They hug and it’s really cute and pure.
“I was sitting in the audience and I was like, this is pretty good for a school play. The I was like, THIS IS WAY TOO GOOD FOR A SCHOOL PLAY! They’ve all been squipped, right?”

The first thing they do if force the teacher to drink it. Now Micheal and Jeremy team up and try to save the school. They sprayed pretty much everyone. Jeremy was about to make himself drink it the the squip yells
“Oh, why not!”
“Because then you’ll never be.. with her”
Christine walks in. She’s been squipped too, but I mean, Jeremy’s squip is like, HQ squip? Idk but she starts singing really romantically and then kisses him. He looks at her and sighs. “Here Christine. Drink this.”
He gives the Dew to her and himself. Everyone’s Mountain Dew takes effect. They all start screaming, even Micheal, who wasn’t squipped he was just going with the flow. The computer never really disappears from your brain, which is why the last song is just… amazing? It’s called Voices in My Head. All the students help each other cope with the kickbacks of the squip and it’s really cute. They all also help Jeremy get the girl, and then right in the middle of they’re mini duet Christine says,
“All the voices in my head have made up their collective minds”
“Really? What do they say we should do?”
“I think that all of them want to go out with you”
Then the whole play finishes a great song with perfect harmonies. The end