in he's high school days

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All the hard work and dedication is for living fully his last year as a high school student 

Throwback to when one of the most popular and promising ministers of Germany had to resign because he plagiarized on his doctoral thesis....

sometimes when I look at the madness that is politics today (especially American politics, but also European politics), I think back to this and almost can’t believe it

remember how outraged everyone was….”HE DIDN’T CITE HIS SOURCES, WE LOVED HIM BEFORE BUT NOW HE NEEDS TO BE BANISHED!!”…..

imagine if something like that came out about the angry cheeto….everyone would probably just shrug it off and be like “eh, just Donnie things, what else is new”. Trump would probably even be proud….”Yeah that makes me smart. Got away with it didn’t I?

IF THIS GETS 200 NOTES, @spot-conlons WILL WATCH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2 WITH ME FOR THE FIRST TIME

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eddie but with body dysmorphia

-so eddie has always been small

-compact, if you will

-and he secretly liked being small, being able to fit in people’s (richie’s) arms so well, finding the tiniest of spots to hide during hide and seek

-but one day while after he got to high school, sometime after he hit puberty, something changed in him

-he got taller and thicker and he wasn’t enjoying it

-he started to feel like he was taking up too much space

-he kept these thoughts to himself, as he does with most everything

-but they all notice eventually

-he won’t sit on bill’s shoulders to play chicken anymore

-won’t let stan give him piggyback rides

-before he started seeing himself this way he used to borrow bev’s sweaters all the time but now he refuses because he’s convinced he’ll stretch them out

-he won’t ride on the back of mike’s bike when they travel around town

-and richie especially notices when eddie won’t let him wrap his arms around his waist anymore

-at first richie thought eddie was slowly distancing himself

-trying to slip away

-he was so hurt when eddie refused to cuddle or change in front of him

-he goes to bev, who is obviously one of his best friends,

-“i just feel like he doesn’t love me anymore you know? he won’t let me touch him like ever”

-“richie, can’t you see it? it’s not you, it’s him. he feels bad about himself, he’s got body dysmorphia”

-and of course she then had to explain what that term actually means

-but then it all comes together in the old trashmouth’s head

-“you’re a godsend, marsh. what would i do without you?”

-“crash and burn”

-so he goes to eddie, not knowing if he should confront him straight up or wait til eddie says something himself

-but that’s obviously never gonna happen so plan b

-they’re chilling in richie’s room, doing homework

-richie puts his math book down and starts kissing eddie’s neck

-“rich, stop, i’ve got work to do”

-then he starts playing with eddie’s hair

-“richie you’re distracting me”

-“you’re so beautiful, eds. i love you so much”

-“shut up, trashmouth. don’t call me that”

-richie starts slowly moving his hands around eddie’s shoulders and then slipping them under his sweater

-“i mean it, babe. you’re just so beautiful, i can’t believe i wasted all that time being your friend when i could’ve been-“

-“beep fucking beep richie! i don’t want to play right now”

-“why won’t you let me touch you, eddie?”

-and eddie has to pinch the bridge of his nose

-“i have work to do”

-“i don’t mean just now. i mean ever. we don’t hug, or cuddle or make out, we haven’t been together in weeks”

-“that’s what you’re fucking worried about? that i’m not having sex with you?”

-“no you stupid idiot i’m worried that you’re gonna start hurting yourself because you think you’re fat”

-“what are you even talking about”

-“i’m not stupid, eddie. you’re wearing baggy clothes, you only eat green shit, you won’t let me see you without a shirt on….for some reason you hate yourself and that’s fucking ridiculous because you’re probably the most attractive person i’ve ever met in my life”

-eddie doesn’t know what to say because he never thought richie would figure it out

-“i love you, eddie. you. the way you are. i love your floppy hair and your sparkly eyes, i love how you can be kinda squishy in the middle, i love your arms and your legs….dear god eddie your ass is literally out of this world”

-and eddie laughs through his tears

-“i don’t want you to change, i don’t want you to start to disappear”

-eddie takes richie’s dorky face into his little hands and kisses the tip of his nose

-“i’m not gonna go anywhere. i love you, trashmouth”

-“i love you too eddie spaghetti”

cool i’m in pain

Mi Amor

 Daveed Diggs x Latina!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi. It’s the anon who asked about the Latina reader here. I was wondering if you’d do like where Daveed and the reader are really good friends but Lin knows she has a crush on him and he’s teasing her about it but daveed overhears them mention him and doesn’t understand them cause they’re talking in Spanish. He asked her about it or something and then fluff or smut! I don’t know…. Your other fics are amazing so I know this one will be to die for no matter what! Gracias!! ❤❤

Words: 3,675

Warnings: Swearing and SMUTTT. A LOT OF IT idk what else you want from me ahahaha

A/N: This was SO FUN to write but Idk I’m sorry if this was so bad lol I THINK I’VE OFFICIALLY MADE THE SINNERS CLUB LOLOL OKOKOK

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Pleasure

Theo Raeken

Why does he look so damn hot in this gif? Like he’s getting head?

Summary- The reader is a hunter who’s had a crush on Theo for a while and takes him to her place to torture him with pleasure.

Idk if that make sense but I just got the idea from the gif lol.

In honor of teen wolf sunday.

Warning- Daddykink!Theo Sub!Theo(Begin half) Sub!Reader, Dom!Theo., Blowjobs, chocking, bitting, unprotected sex. That’s all I could think of

Word Count-2,553


Theo pulled on the zip ties groaning at the tightness around his wrist. He had been captured by an unknown hunter, Theo was in his truck hesitant on calling Scott from what he had discovered when he was at the clinic a spider that disappeared into thin air. When he was in his truck a flashlight came into his view, he thought it was the sheriffs department but it turned out to be a hunter by it’s lonesome who shot a dart into neck knocking him out.

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anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!

YESSsssSSS I CAN TALK ABOUT BTS SHIPS ALL DAY FAM

but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:

ALSO THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY YOONMIN MOMENTS, THE “YOU KNOW. I KNOW.” MOMENT (explanation here) :

this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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high school story ⇒ school ids

               ↳ the squad

Kip Kinkel about his parents
Kip Kinkel about his parents

The interrogation of Kip Kinkel on May 21, 1998. I compiled the parts where he talks about his motive to murder his parents (William Kinkel and Faith Zuranski), his relationship to them and what he was feeling when he killed them. For a better understanding of this, he killed his father first, not in a fight, after the fight, when his father was in the kitchen drinking something. When his mother came home, he killed her too. The next day, he shot up his high school.

- Detective: Okay….So was your dad…Did he hit you or anything like that?
Kip Kinkel: No.
Detective: Okay…Was he yelling or out of control or?
Kip Kinkel: I couldn’t, I couldn’t, I had no other choice. God.

- Kip Kinkel: I loved my dad that’s why I had to
Detective: You love him, so that’s why you had to kill him?
Kip Kinkel: Yes.

- Kip Kinkel: Oh my God, my parents were good people, I’m just so fucked up in the head, I don’t know why.

- Detective: Do you say anything to her? 
Kip Kinkel: Yes, I told her I loved her.
Detective: And then you shot her. 
Kip Kinkel: Yes. God damn it, these voices inside my head.

- Kip Kinkel: She was still alive and I said that I loved her and I shot her…I shot her again, so she wouldn’t know that I killed her. I loved my mom.

- Detective: Now you shot your mom to save her the embarrassment and that sort of stuff, right?
Kip Kinkel: Yes.
Detective: Okay. Was that the right thing or the wrong thing to do?
Kip Kinkel: I couldn’t do anything else.

- Kip Kinkel: My dad kept saying how my mom…how embarrassed she was going to be and how horrible I was and I couldn’t let my mom feel like that. I couldn’t do anything else. There’s no other way.

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: Derek is smugly singing "Scotty doesn't know" while Scott is around or he plays it while they're in the car with a smirk on his face. And obviously Derek and Stiles are together, but Stiles isn't ready to tell Scott, I don't know, something like that, pleaaaase :)))

There were a lot of misunderstandings in the pack, which was understandable; misunderstandings happened in any group of people, small and large, especially when most of them were too emotionally stunted to have a conversation that wasn’t 85% sarcasm. Which the Hale pack was. Because that’s what happens when an emotionally stunted twenty-two year old finds like-minded people to join his angst club.

So there were misunderstandings. Assumptions. Misconceptions.

Misconceptions like Stiles could do card tricks now because he was an emissary, or that Erica’s lewd sense of humor meant she was kinky in bed (she wasn’t, she’d drunkenly confessed as much after chugging a fifth of 151). The absolute lie that Isaac became cultured since he lived in France for a year, or the assumption that Jackson was anything spectacular in bed (he wasn’t, Lydia had drunkenly confessed as much after one shot of 151).

But by far, the most heinous misconception was that Derek was a no fun stick in the mud; a true Adult who went to bed early, only drank decaf coffee, and dusted regularly, or sat in silence reading every day.

The reality was that Derek played douchey music too loud, drove with a lead foot, and spent way too long getting his hair just right in the morning. That effortless stubble? Carefully maintained. He had a brush for his eyebrows.

If he had no plans, he laid in bed until well after noon, scrolling through articles on his phone so he could huff indignantly at them and roll his eyes.

He had a secret cookie stash behind his bran cereal, a weird fascination with deep frying food that he never indulged in beyond buying interest magazines about it, and for some god awful reason, he knew all of the names of the people from Jersey Shore.

He snored and drooled, didn’t always clean up the hair after he trimmed his beard, and occasionally had days where he watched hours of cooking shows and only got off the couch to pee or brush chip crumbs off himself.

Stiles knew all of this to be true because he had personally witnessed all of it, and had found stubble sprinkled across the sink on more than one occasion. He’d woken up to nudging and a phone in his face and Derek’s exasperated, “Read this, can you believe these idiots?” He knew way too much about how to deep fry everything from ice cream to entire pigs, because sometimes he forgot his phone and that was the only type of reading Derek left in the good bathroom. He’d watched three two hour specials on making soufflé in one sitting, a dish that neither he nor Derek had any intention of ever attempting.

Stiles knew all of this to be true because despite the rampant emotional stuntedness all around, he was dating Derek—fairly successfully, he might add. Maybe a high B+ with the points deducted for the time he tried deepthroating and burped on Derek’s dick.

That aside, they were doing great, Stiles was happy, loved, terrified of screwing it up, he’d kill a man with his bare hands before doing anything to risk it—standard butterfly kind of flutters.

So when it came time to tell the pack about them…he flaked. Like a dry scalp in winter.

(Which, coincidentally, Derek also had.)

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One Rainy Day [MM short fan comic] part 1


As promised, here are the first 4 pages of my V x MC shortie :D
To those who haven’t played V’s route (or haven’t played MM at all) you may not understand much about the character’s background, but you can still read it as if it’s a stand-alone one-shot since it’s just a spin-off kind of story.

The setting is during V’s high school days. 
[SPOILER ALERT]
During V’s high school days, he took Jumin’s advice to spend some time and get to know his mother better. Tho his father doesn’t allow him to meet her, he still visits her and she encourages him to do what he loves which is drawing. 

 
Mr. Sung is not a canon character lol. He’s someone I made up who will serve as V’s personal driver :)

Seniors

“Is it on?”

“Don’t you see the red light?” Bill shook his head and thumped his hand on the side of the bulky camera. There was a few seconds of frizzling sounds before it beeped awake. He looked through the viewfinder and was able to get a slightly foggy vision of their classroom, he moved slightly and it zoomed right in on Richie’s gigantic glasses.

“Get my good side Bill!” Richie chuckled as Bill tried to figure out how to zoom out.

“You don’t have one!” Came Stans voice from his desk to the right. Bill followed the sound and focused directly on him. Stan was sitting at his desk with folded hands over his color coded binder. He avoided looking at the camera entirely. Bill looked down at the blinking year in the corner and smiled.

“Where d-do you think you’ll be in t-ten years, Stan?” Bill asked the one question he’d been assigned to ask his senior class. Though he knew he would end up without much footage of anyone else besides the losers club.

“Hopefully I won’t know Richie anymore.” Stan joked and Richie objected loudly from his desk. Bill zoomed in on Stan writing his name in the corner of his paper, writing the date of their last day of high school. “I don’t know…a teacher maybe?” He shrugged. The bell rang momentarily and Bill moved to get some shots of the approaching senior class. Their teacher hopping directly out of shot.

“A-and there s-s-she is, finally.” Bill teased and moved the camera onto Beverly, five minutes late. She curtsyed and gave him the finger. She narrowed her eyes at the camera and inspected it.

“What’s with the camera?” She crossed her arms.

“He’s filming the last day of high school cause he’s a dork!” Richie shouted once again from his desk and Bill got a beautiful shot of Beverly throwing her head back in laughter. She glanced back at the camera from over her shoulder.

“W-where ya gonna be in ten years, B-Bev?”

She tapped her chin in thought and licked her lips. “Well I’d like to be in art…Y'know drawings good.” She shrugged, a little awkwardly. And Bill took the opportunity to zoom in on her. She glared at the sound and pushed him away. The screen going black. The last thing heard was a teasing “Fuck off Bill”

—Cut—-

The fuzziness focuses to the setting of the lunch room, Bill twirls the camera around to spy on fellow students before he heard a voice call to him “Get footage of the cutest couple in the school!” so Bill turned back and adjusted the camera to capture Mike giving him the thumbs up as he leaned in front of Richie who had his arm slung over Eddie, dragging a pen across an open yearbook. 

“What are ya d-doing, Rich?” Bill asked and zoomed in on the fast moving pen. 

“Signing Eds yearbook.” He smiled proudly and held up his work, The camera caught it before Bill could process what it was and what it was, was a crude inappropriate drawing. He quickly pulled the camera away, landing it on Ben who was working hard on decorating his graduation cap as a ‘Ah Jeez Richie, you couldn’t just sign it could you?, you shit!’ could be heard in the background.

“A-and w-where will you be in ten years, Ben?” Bill made sure to show off Ben’s handwork on his hat. Bev was curled up on the seat next to him, watching over his shoulder with a neglected peanut hanging from her hand, pointing towards her mouth. 

“Hopefully in architecture….”Ben glanced up at Bev when he thought she wasn’t looking, Bill caught the flicker in which Ben thought ‘And I hope she’s with me’. He smiled proudly at the shot. 

“Mike, t-ten years?” Bill moved over to get Mike in shot, who was throwing peanuts into Richie’s mouth. He made a long shot and smiled triumphantly. 

“With you guys, for sure.” Mike said without even a thought and tossed another peanut and the six of them ‘aw’d’ simultaneously. Bill couldn’t hold back his huge grin, but the camera blocked most of his face from his friends. He followed a lone peanut as it soared into Richie’s mouth. 

“R-Rich, Eddie, ten years?” 

Richie pulled Eddie close to his side. “With Eddies mom for sure.” Bill zoomed in close to get a tight shot of Eddies face and quickly had to zoom out to capture him pushing his side and knocking Richie onto the lunchroom floor. 

“If i’m still dealing with him in ten years…”Eddie looked dead into the camera with a begrudgingly happy annoyed face. 

“You’ll be one happy man, Eds!” Richie shouted from the floor. The camera faded to black to the sounds of their laughter. 

—Cut—-

The shot was a close one of Stan’s lightning fast hand, turning his lock to get into his locker. “H-he gets it right every time, folks.” Bill chuckled as he spoke to whatever audience was ever going to see this. “Never f-f-forgot his combo…n-never been locked out.” he continued as Stan urgently threw the door open to block Bills shot of him with a smile.

 “Him however….” Bill turned around and zoomed in one Richie trying to jerk his locker open with Eddie opening his like it was no problem at his side. Bill laughed to himself. Stan closed his locker door and started off to his class, Bill quickly chased after him. 

“A-a-any comments, S-stanley? I mean it’s your last day of high school?” He poked the camera in his face as Stan laughed. 

“Get that shitty thing out of my face!” He pushed Bills shoulder and the camera faded to black once again. 

—Cut—-

—”Ok, ok but what about you Bill?” Mike asked from his desk, pushing aside a textbook with an interested face. Bill shrugged to show him he needed to elaborate. Mike reached over and took the camera, capturing a few blurred whizzes around the classroom. He focused on Bill, behind him on the chalkboard were their last assignments as seniors. “Ten years…go” Mike captured the rolling gesture of his hand. Bill laughed in thought. 

“A writer…y’know t-t-those stories you a-all like so much. Maybe you’ll read them in a b-book someday.” He said with a mocking gusto. Mike chuckled and was able to capture the last bell of their school days. They gave each other the biggest grins and Mike zoomed in on the students passing the open door, all pushing against each other with excitement and shouting. At some point the kids in the hall seemed to split to opposite sides. Bill and Mike gave each other confused looks until…..

Richie whizzed down the hall and through Mikes shot on a small skateboard shouting along the way ‘We’re fuckin done here! after four years, woooooo’ Following after him, on running feet, were Beverly, Stan, Ben, and a very annoyed Eddie. 

“C’mon!” Mike handed Bill his camera and they both ran out to catch up. 

—Cut—

Bill was zoomed on rattling keys that were being shook in front of him. “Eddie’s letting me drive!” Richie shouted as he zoomed out to get a full shot of the group in front of Eddies car. 

“No he’s not!” Eddie shouted back, out of shot. Ben stuck his finger in his ear and cringed. 

“For such a small guy Eddie, you sure can yell.” He chuckled and Eddie snorted. Bill panned the camera to get a shot of each of his friends. Beverly stuck her tongue out, Mike pointed the classic finger guns, Ben just smiled, Stan looked away with a grin and chuckled, Richie winked and pulled Eddie into the view, who nodded with a smirk as if to say ‘Yup, this is my life right now…and I love it.’ 

—Cut—

The rest of the film Bill shot were odd clips of them in the car together. One of Beverly and Richie screaming the lyrics to ‘Back In Black’ 

—Cut—

Stan gazing happily out the window, quietly mouthing the words to ‘Imagine’ as his curls blew in the wind from the slightly cracked window.

—Cut—-

Mike reaching over his seat to shove Richie after some Joke he must’ve made and then Richie proceeding to grab his arm to pull him over the seat and onto Beverly, Stan and Himself. 

—-Cut—-

Ben waving his finished product, his decorated cap with a plaster picture of the seven of them, under it read ‘The Losers club’. A chorus of ‘yeahs!’ followed. 

—Cut—

Eddie playing it off like he wasn’t just passionately singing along to ‘Daydream Believer’ and shoving the camera away at the stoplight. 

—Cut—

half of one of Richie’s jokes

—Cut—-

all of them in hysterics, laughing so loud at god knows what. Beverly knocking her head back against the seat. Mike falling down to a laying position, undoubtedly clutching his stomach.  

—Cut—-

A shot of Bill, and everyone trying to squeeze in behind him at some gas station. 

the camera fades to black. 

—Cut—

13.02 coda

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“Dean! Oh my - ”

Dean storms right past Sam and dumps Jack’s bloody knife in the sink. He doesn’t look at him as he turns on the water, but it doesn’t matter. Sam’s already up out of his seat and crowding against him along the counter.

“I knew you were in bad way after Cas but, Dean, I thought you were dealing - ”

Dean rolls his eyes. “It’s not mine,” he snaps, turning over his shoulder. Bright red blood pools in the sink as the faucet rushes over it.

Sam, still gaping, manages to narrow his eyes as his alarm fades away. “What did you do?”

Dean frowns. “Nothing. Why do you think that I - ”

Sam sags then, his body collapsing into itself all at once before he pulls himself to his full height. His eyes melt into that deplorable sad puppy dog look, the kind of look that’s going to turn into guilt some day. “Oh no. Oh, Jack…”

Dean shakes his head. “He’s fine, Sam. Obviously. You know damn well something like this couldn’t do any serious damage.”

Just like that, the puppy look slips away. Sam glares. His lip curls and his eyes narrow and he leans forward in the meanest way that Dean has ever seen from him. For a second he actually wonders if Sam’s going to hit him.

“You think I only care if he’s hurt? You think - Dean, that kid is suicidal now. He’s not even a week old and he - ”

Sam suddenly cuts off and wipes his face with his hand. 

“You know what?” he says. “You’re seriously messed up, man. You have a problem, and - don’t look at me like that - and you need to stay the hell away from Jack from now on.”

Dean lets the water run. Low and dark, he murmurs, “I have a problem?”

“Yeah, Dean, you do,” Sam snaps. “You didn’t see him out there, terrified and alone. He thinks you hate him. I’m starting to think that maybe you’re the one with no soul around here.”

He leaves the room, stomping away in a huff, and Dean knows that he’s headed off to Jack’s room. He’s going to clean up the mess, he’s going to try and soothe all the wounds that aren’t visible. Sam’s good like that, and he just doesn’t know when to quit.

Dean stares down into the drain, pink-dyed water circling the abyss. 

“I don’t have a fucking problem,” he insists, but it’s only to an empty room.

He shuts off the water and leaves the knife in the sink.

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Free! Take Your Marks

I just want to make a point that the timeline of Free! -Take Your Marks- film is NOT after graduation, but RIGHT BEFORE graduation.

The description at the bottom is:

“The season of March when Haruka is about to graduate from high school. His days in early spring until he moves onto the next standing block told in 4 stories. What will happen to Haruka and the others, as they begin taking their steps towards the future…?”

two ships passing in the night, part ii.

Originally posted by dvcremontgomery

(billy hargrove x reader)

summary: late night coffee dates never seem to turn out the way that you think they do.

word count: 4,610

a/n: i’m so tired but this needed to come out bc i’m so excited for this. part i is here!

taglist: @jems8241


Well, fuck.

Those two words had been rattling around your head for the last three days as you replayed the events of that night over and over in your head. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. You’d merely caught up with a former fellow student from Hawkins. That was all. You definitely weren’t replaying his soft, easy grins, or the way his lips had felt, rough against your cheek. You weren’t throwing around the idea of grabbing coffee with him again. You weren’t thinking about him and Max, the two of them with just the other on Christmas.

You sure as hell weren’t thinking of inviting him to your house for Christmas. That wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.

“You think we should go for red sprinkles or green sprinkles?”

Steve held up the two bottles to you, as though he genuinely thought that you would have an opinion one way or the other.

“What?”

“Red or green, Y/N? We’re burning daylight here.”

“Just get both. You know Dustin would complain if you only got one color and not the other.”

“That’s true,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he put the two items into his basket. He pressed his lips together, sidestepping from the sprinkles to the chocolate chips. “Should we get mini or regular size?”

Your gaze flickered from him to someone behind him. Your whole body tensed when you caught sight of that small grin of his. It was still jarring to see him like that, without the mullet or angry look on his face. He looked between you and Steve, the grin sliding into a small smirk, reminiscent of the ones from back in high school. Your heart sped up a little as he watched you. God, this was insane. There was no rational explanation as to why your heart decided to switch to doubletime. Literally none.

In an instant, two bags of chocolate chips appeared in front of your eyes. You jerked back, frowning as you blinked at them.

“Regular or mini?”

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