what i would give to be on that bus

anonymous asked:

You'd rather them send you dildos than job applications? Mcdonald's is always hiring and you live in a very small town and you're more than capable of working because you're 20 and i'm sure you can you ride the bus and if not, then i'm sure you can your followers to give you uber/lyft money to get to said job/job interview

hey local nice of you to send me this sweet anon of you telling me to just go work at mcdonalds instead of leaving this fucking town and doing what i actually want to.
you’re all aggravating to my soul because y'all think you know me when you don’t. you think everyone in south carolina has the same life path and would never want to do anything major. y'all know nothing about anything but continue to run your mouths and never shut up.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Heather Duke has a jeep, why did Macnamara have to ride the bus? Sure Duke was an ass, but did she really make her friend ride the bus? Unless she didn't have her license, but in that case, did she also ride the bus? I mean I don't think that would fly with her, right? She would bitch at her parents to give her some other way. But would she really still make her so called friend still ride the bus? Why does Macnamara not ask for a ride? Is she afraid of Duke? I mean it would make sense if she was because Duke has the ability to ruin her like Chandler used to be able to, but why is Duke more popular than Macnamara, is it because she's bitchier? Maybe it's because she's meaner in general? Or she's just louder? Either way, Macnamara was the more liked of the surviving Heathers, so wouldn't she "inherit" the throne? Or maybe Duke was the only one who wanted it. But in all of Duke's popularity did she really have to make her friend ride the bus? Would no one else give Macnamara a ride?
My Alpha

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

“Bucky, I want to go for a walk.” The feeble omega stated. Brushing her soft locks to the side, waiting for a reaction from her brothers best friend. “Steve said I was allowed as long as you know i’m heading out,” She further fought for her right, seeing as the older Alpha was ignoring her wishes.

“Cant you just go in your little nest?” He was always commanding, not wanting to go out and start trouble, his voice deep and ruthless, “Honestly, what would a walk do, Where would you even walk?” Now he decides to stand, to turn to her form and witness her staring at her shoes, while picking her nails in a nervous manner, “Where do you want to walk, Omega?” Not making a move to respond to his questions, he released an audible sigh of tiredness, rubbing the bridge of his nose he ushered her out with his wrist. “I’ll meet you outside in five, your not walking alone.”


He was always demanding, wanting things to go his way or nothing. That was the biggiest set back of all Alphas, they think they’re the best of the system  and they should be worshiped and listened to. Alphas would get what ever they want when ever they want, Bucky and Steve just so happened to notice the pet peeve of Omegas and try their hardest to surpass them.

“Alright, Alpha.” Her mood changed drastically, Bucky had to hold back his pheromones for a minute longer just to make sure the itty Omega wouldn’t get a whiff of what she does to him just by calling him by his status. The things Steve’s little sister does to him… He just cant help it. He cant help saying “No,” to her, he had tried, but ended up taking it right back and giving the bitty girl what she wants. Which was something big, Never does an alpha take back what they say, Steve noticed, but decided to stay out.

So he found himself lacing hands with the little Omega he fantasies about. She probably didn’t even know it, but her scent was maximized to the double, as she just finished her heat three days ago. The scent she leaves behind that gets carried by the harsh wind would grab many unwanted Alphas and their attention. Secretly he would rub himself all over her, giving her his scent for the day. Not that she minded, she never seemed to have a problem with it.

“I love the wind in autumn,” She spoke, as they passed yet another nude tree, its branches stuck out like a sour thumb. Bucky nodded, tightening his scarf around his neck, he was never much for words, especially around her. “Whats your favorite season?” She spoke mindlessly as she caressed a few branched that had been weighted down by their length. 


“Autumn is nice,” He agreed, watching as she smiled warmly his way. She had let it slip once that she enjoyed having similar interests. Not that he would lie just to get her closer to him, but it was a nice little tid bit to know about her character, as she loves to bond well, both physically and mentally.

“Ted loved the summer,” She said, out of habit. She would always talk about her Alpha, boost his self esteem by praising him and talking about him to many other Alphas; Bucky was beyond sick of hearing the bastereds name roll off her tong like a prayer.

“Didn’t he cheat on you?”

Which was true, Steve’s little sister had an amazing Alpha, who just loved to have more then one Omega at his feet. Once Steve found out, he blew a casket. If that wasn’t enough, her ex Alpha threatened to bond her if he so as much smells her across the streets. Bucky was confused, if her ex Alpha was all bad news and somewhat history, why was she still talking about him like she still loves him and wants him back?

“Yes… why are you asking, your the one who broke both his arms.” If there was anything in the world Bucky loved it would have to be this oblivious Omega beside him. She tried to remove her hand from his, but he wasn’t budging. His eyes were glaring at the street sign coming up, not wanting to grow any angrier.

“Bucky, you stink.” her small cries almost went unnoticed, if it wasn’t for her trying hard to shove his hands away from hers. “Bucky let go,” Her wails only grew stronger. The Alpha was now walking faster, as if dragging her frail body behind his. “Bucky stop, whats your problem?” He stopped midway the park, way past the bus sign that interlaced with a fork for the park. letting go of her hand he jerked back and blew. 

“Everyday, all I can think about is making you my mate and filling you with pups. It pisses me off that all you talk about is that good for nothing Alpha.” His roar was terrifying, his arms flinging around like he was ready to strike, his brows knitted together if one would look from afar it would seem he was losing it all. 

The winds breeze blew away whatever scent she was giving off, fear, love, sadness… He was never good at reading the women species. And it scared him now that he didn’t know what else to say, he had loved her way before she met Ted, and was on his way to confess his feelings until he walked in on the couple relaxing from their heat and rut. He never spoke to her normally from that day on, always ignoring her and walking away from her while she was mid sentence. It seemed all his pent up aggression had finally met its peak.  So he stood waiting for her to move.

“You… Since when?” Her reply was out of genuine curiosity, She had found Ted as a last minute resort for her Alpha because she felt as though she needed one. Steve had Sharon who was an amazing mate, and Bucky would always come over to Steve’s little home smelling like another women each night. And some nights, she would catch a whiff of more then one scent. So was the rest of her friends, they all had someone. 

“Since forever, Doll.” Bucky grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It doesn’t matter lets get you home.” He reached for he forearm, in a manner to get her moving his way and end the day.

“No,” She rubbed the pad of her foot on the dirty road of the park and stood her ground, squaring her arms over her chest and glaring at Bucky, “If you’ve loved me for ever then why come home smelling like every Omega in town?” 

“They never meant anything, (Y/N)-”

“Their still Omegas who thought they had a chance with you, What makes me any different?” 

“Because I love your scent, so much it drives me into my rut every other day. Your driving me nuts (Y/N)-”

“That’s no excuse-” She should have just shut up when she had the chance and not argue with an Alpha, because that’s dangerous, Bucky was the biggiest Alpha she had ever seen.

“Shut it Omega-” His voice was deep, commanding and showed no signs of space for her to argue her half. “Lets get you back home, before it gets dark.”

“Bucky-”

“Move Omega-”

“Bucky-”

“Omega.” He warned dangerously, pointing to the nearest exit of the forest in the park. 

“I love you,” She screeched, Cutting him off from his thoughts. “I have loved you way before T-”

“Don’t say his shitty name,” Bucky grumbled, getting closer to her form and wrapping her up in his arms, “Lets go to Steve’s and figure us out.”

“Your home, Bucky.” She begged, Steve’s little apartment was the best home she could ever ask for, but it always smelled like the leading Lady of the couple. 

“Our home,” Bucky corrected, letting his forehead rest over hers. their nose touching, while their hands intertwined together. 

“Our home,” She chanted, giggling at the end. 

A/N: Excuse any mistakes. 

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Rika's back and MC gets left P. 4

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

  • Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
  • She got off being the one everyone considered the most
  • sure, she lead MC to the RFA
  • sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
  • But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
  • it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
  • And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan

– Yoosung –

  • From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
  • Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
  • Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
  • Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
  • He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
  • Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
  • I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
  • “She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
  • It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
  • “I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
  • You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
  • “Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
  • Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
  • “I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
  • Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
  • He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
  • But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
  • I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
  • Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
  • he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man

– Zen –

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!

Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …

Jahee has entered the chatroom.

Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?

Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.

Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC

Rika: What do you mean?

Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back

Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^

Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?

Rika: I will pass the message along!

Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c

Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^

Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~

Jahee: Oh my heart!

Rika: Good luck!

Zen has left the chatroom.

  • He didnt trust Rika
  • He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
  • He knows he saw MC at the store that night
  • And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
  • Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
  • Would she?

– Jahee –

  • From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
  • Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
  • She did abandon MC just like the rest did
  • She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them 
  • despite all MC probably gave up to help them 
  • But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
  • Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
  • Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
  • For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia 
  • She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
  • Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness 

– Jumin –

  • He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
  • The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
  • The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
  • aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
  • but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
  • But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
  • When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
  • After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
  • But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
  • He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
  • By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
  • Are you almost done?
  • “I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
  • Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
  • “Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this”  the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
  • I dont want to know
  • He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
  • “Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
  • “I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
  • “Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
  • Excuse me?
  • “DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
  • “Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
  • What do you mean hes feeding you?
  • “I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job
  • “What makes you say that?”
  • “RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown
  • Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
  • JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
  • He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
  • Just hurry up!
  • “I would want to bu- OH shit”
  • Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
  • When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
  • But looking at what Seven saw
  • He understood
  • Is that Rika?

– 707 –

  • Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
  • Why would she do that?
  • What was she even giving MC?
  • Where is Unknown?
  • “Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
  • “Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
  • Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
  • “If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
  • Yeah lets do that
  • Seven was in a daze
  • As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
  • He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
  • Unless he too was forced into do this all
  • But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
  • “Please dont”
  • Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
  • “Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
  • “You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
  • Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job

  • You begged her to stop
  • Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
  • You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
  • Please stop this, it hurts!
  • “Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
  • What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
  • “It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
  • You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
  • Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
  • You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
  • “I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
  • You shake your head trying to think
  • Somewhere someone has to know who you are
  • Why can’t I talk?
  • You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
  • “Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
  • “Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
  • The look on her face scares you
  • It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
  • “You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
  • “Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
  • The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
  • “Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
  • Help me please! you silently beg 
  • You wonder why he doesn’t help you
  • “Stay out of this V”
  • You feel something stab your shoulder
  • Then you don’t feel anything at all

– Vanderwood –

  • Seven was annoying
  • Richie rich was annoying
  • They all were pissing him off
  • The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
  • He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
  • But not like this
  • This silence was deafening and suffocating

– V –

  • He didnt want to harm MC
  • she was one of the good ones 
  • but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
  • He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now 
  • with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
  • He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him 
  • Even if MC may never wake up again
  • even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital 
  • even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
  • even if he should become the villain; 
  • he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
  • He just needed for MC to hold onto life 
  • She was already sick 
  • and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working 
  • He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
  • But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
  • By the looks of it 
  • it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her

– Unknown – 

  • Any minute now, it would all be over 
  • one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
  • He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
  • But he couldnt kill MC slowly
  • not with what RIka had made for her 
  • No. 
  • Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed 
  • he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left 
  • He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had 
  • he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
  • All he needed now was to find a way to make amends 
  • To MC and to everyone else 
  • but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung 
  • because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened 
  • and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved 
  • When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
  • Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC. 
  • Did Saeyoung even know?
  • Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
  • Like how toxic they were to one another.
Virgin (M)

Pairing - Sehun x Reader
Genre - Smut
Word count - 2418

’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself until marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class. 

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So there’s a kid who was on my bus who I’m pretty sure is an EdGeLoRd. He constantly talked to his friend (who was the “Hey iiiim sassy” but is actually just an asshole) about if the zombie apocalypse started, what their plan would be. Not like “Zombies on the news gotta prepare” but like “Zombies outside the bus right now”. Even then, he was a complete idiot. Guess what he said.

“I would leave everyone for dead and then run to Costco”

He planned to leave about 50 kids to die so he could sprint 15 miles to Costco. That was it. He’s a genius.

Now “run to Costco” is just an inside joke with all my friends when people ask what to do in a situation.

House on fire? Run to Costco

Wife giving birth? Run to Costco

Costco closed? Run to Costco

Phil’s ASs

Pairing: Phan
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor
Word count: 4,122 words
Warnings: Smut, food, body image
Description: Dan can’t help but worship Phil’s perfect posterior

a/n: happy birth month, nikki @pinofs! read it and weep. :)))))

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It must have been because he was turning 30.

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Rant abt me and my sexuality + compulsory heterosexuality

Listen, I’m not expecting anyone to read or respond to this. It’s long as fuck but I needed to write out my feelings. 

Ever since I was a lil kid I think I’ve always known there was something gay about me. But at the same time, I didn’t know? If that makes sense. It’s like, it was there, but I didn’t realise it was gay until I realised I was gay. 

I came out as bisexual to my family/friends in 2015 and since then I’ve had a gf (who is now an ex) which sorta helped people just… find out I wasn’t straight (which funnily enough still didn’t help some people realise). But now, in 2017 and the months of 2016 leading up to it, I’ve started questioning my sexuality again. And this time feels a lot more difficult. When I came out as bi I  was pretty solidly sure about it for a while. But now I’m thinking I could be a lesbian and it’s so difficult to work out. And it sounds silly because it really doesn’t sound like it should be so difficult, but it is?! 

I began questioning it when I realised that my relationships with men have never worked out. I’ve always felt uncomfortable and out of place in them and I’ve cut off the relationship. But when I was with my girlfriend, it all seemed so much better. I was comfortable with her. I talked to her, I was okay with affection; I really wasn’t with guys. It felt so wrong to me. 

A few months ago in my drama class, I was having some ‘banter’ with a guy friend who likes throwing me around and picking me up because I’m so small. A few girls in the class immediately came over to me once he left and started asking me questions like ‘What’s going on with you two?’ ‘He likes you!’ and I assured them we were just friends. Later I told my friends about this encounter and they told me that they were shocked I hadn’t seen it myself. However, I stayed confident he didn’t like me like that. But it led me into thinking of what it would be like in a relationship with him. Just thinking about it made me feel weird and strange. So then, I thought about a relationship with any guy. And it just didn’t give me a warm, excited feeling like being with a woman does. 

Then, an ex approached me after school. He was nice, funny. I’d split up with him after a week. He got the bus home with me and it was nice to catch up. And when I got home he’d messaged me. He started saying how he’s missed us speaking and how we should go out sometime. And then I felt it. The uncomfortable feeling I feel whenever a guy shows interest in me. He keeps texting me and without sounding narcissistic, it’s clear he’s into me. But I always feel this dread when his name pops up on my notifications. 

I know compulsory heterosexuality exists. Maybe that explains my crushes on unattainable celebrity males in the past that I’ve never actually felt the desire to date or have sex with. I don’t think I’ve ever had the desire to have sex with a man. 

I’ve had crushes on guys before. But the thought of it actually working out does not appeal to me. But whenever I think about my future I know I want to be married to a woman. I want a huge gay ass wedding with a wife. 

For now, I’m identifying as a lesbian. Just to myself. And once I’ve really figured it out I’ll come out again if I need to. But having this blog has been a really helpful way of projecting all of my feelings into what I post and reblog so thank you for putting up with my posts because it honestly helps me so much. 

You Me Her

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Chapter One: Nature

Word Count: 999

Notes: This story is based off my Drunk(er) Riley one shot. It’s not a prequel or a sequel to the one shot itself but a reimagined and further developed story as it’s been highly requested I turn it into a multi chapter fic. This is a TRIAL chapter. Yes, it’s the first official chapter of the story but I’m just testing if people want me to continue so be sure to leave me a review if you do want more :)

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Riley sits in the bay window in the lobby of the Mount Sun Lodge. She’s got a heavy boot weighing her foot down and a heavy heart weighing down her mood.

Riley stretches as much as her body allows her to in order to look out the window and take in everything Mother Nature is displaying. Riley hears movement on the stairs and sees Lucas approaching her, he looks nervous as he sits down.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you for talking to Evan,” Lucas opens with an apology.

“That’s alright,” Riley half smiles her heart already sinking. This was it. This is the end.

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anonymous asked:

So I used to be with FWB with this guy but he had a girlfriend and before school sometimes he would pick me up and he would finger me on the way there and sometimes we'd stop at redlights and there would be people waiting for their bus and we'd stop right infront of them and he would finger me so hard and then we'd stop in this empty parking lot and I would give him a blowjob. No one knew what was going on.. and before I left his car I'd say "thank you sexy" and walk away with him watching me😍

Fuck Creepy Old Men...

TL;DR at bottom
I work in an Italian restaurant as a host and usually my shifts go without a hitch but today there was a problem… About an hour into my shift, an older man who comes in regularly, enters looking nice and sweet so I give him a warm smile and welcome him. He suddenly gets very close to me, to the point to where his chest is pressed against my shoulder and he grabs my arm firmly and rubs his hand up and down. He then blatantly looks down my shirt.

Keep in mind that I’m just shy of my 20th birthday and he’s older than my grandfather and has a wife.

He then precedes to ask me, in a slimy tone and his words, “ Is S here? Unless you’re available.” I wiggle out of his grasp and try to stay calm before i give him a nervous no. I lead him to his table and go to the manager. I explain what happened and he just laughed and said “he was checking out my ass too, it’s ok.” He then refused to do anything about it. So I tried my best to avoid him but could feel him glaring at me hard every time I would bus surrounding tables. I have never felt more disgusted by people while working.

TL;DR a Creepy Old man pressed up against me and looked down my shirt. I told my manager and he didn’t do shit

anonymous asked:

can u do one where josh is away on tour but ty calls u because josh is sad and u liek drive out or something to make sure he's ok? thnaks love ur writing <33

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

You groaned as your alarm went off on the bed side table.  You slung your arm over lazily, sitting up.  You really needed to start going to bed earlier-

Your eyes narrowed in on the clock as it read half past two.  

Your alarm wasn’t set to go off for five more hours.

Then you saw the name flashing across your screen.  Why the hell was Josh calling you this late?  Your throat tightened as you answered cautiously.  

“Hello?” your voice was raw from sleeping.  

No one responds, and at first you think he’s just pocket-dialed you, but then you hear the choppy breathe and your heart immediately sinks.

“Josh?” you say softly.

“I’m sorry-“ he chokes, his voice a whisper. “I know it’s late, I didn’t mean to wake you up, but-“ he sighs heavily, “It won’t stop, Y/N.  It won’t go away.”

You sit up, full panic because you knew.  

“Breathe“ you say immediately.  

You hear Josh inhale sharply, but his exhale is interrupted by a sob.

“I can’t,” he hiccups, “Y/N, I can’t breathe-“

Tears are immediately falling down your cheeks.  Your chest aches for him.  You wanted to hold him, tell him it would be okay.  You longed to stroke his hair, press his forehead against yours, cry with him until he fell asleep.

But you were hours away.  They’d be home in three days.  You wished he could’ve held off until then.  

You bit your lip sharply, trying to think of something you could say to make it all stop.  

“You can, Josh.  Just breathe, you can do it,” you instructed.  

You contradict yourself and hold your own breath, as you listen to him through the line.  

Josh finally gets his breathing under control before sighing, “It’s getting bad, Y/N.  I can’t make it stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and try to make your voice sound normal.  “I know,” it’s deep and unnatural sounding, “I know, it’ll be okay though.  It’ll all be fine, I promise.”

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Thank you,” Josh breathes.

You smile slightly.  “Anything for you.”

Josh finally falls asleep around 3.  You only hang up after his breathing has steadied and you know he’s resting peacefully.  

Even with that comfort, you can’t sleep yourself.  Your stomach is in knots just thinking of him being in so much pain, so far away.  You hurt the rest of the night for him.

The day drags.  You’re a walking zombie, exhausted and mentally so far away from reality.  You sigh in relief when four o’clock comes and you’re finally free to head home.  You imagine your bed.  Cozy and warm and ready to be slept in.  You’d skip dinner.  You didn’t even care.  All you needed was sleep.

You pulled your phone out as you walked to your car.  


You narrowed your eyes in on the four missed calls from Tyler, all within the hour.  

Shit.

Your tired eyes suddenly didn’t feel so heavy.  

You dialed him back quickly.

“Ty?” you say as soon as he picks up.

“Y/N,” he says urgently.

“What’s up?” your voice was full of worry.  

“It’s Josh-He’s freaking out.”

“What do you mean “freaking out”?”

“Won’t come out of his bunk- says he doesn’t want to perform anymore.  He said it’s too much, said he can’t do it- I don’t know what to do, Y/N, he’s really freaking me out-”

“I’m on my way,” you blurt out, not thinking twice.  

“What?”

“I’m on my way, I can get there in like three hours, okay?”

“Y/N, are you sure?” Tyler asks.

“Yeah, he needs me, I’m coming.”

You didn’t bother stopping at home first.  That would only delay you all the more.  Instead, you filled up your gas tank and made a straight shot to Detroit, navigating the venue with your GPS.

When you were about half an hour away, you called Tyler up again, reminding him to let security know you were coming.  He said he would, before giving you a quick update on Josh.  He still hadn’t left the bus.  You cringed just imagining how much pain he was in.  

You pressed down harder on the gas pedal.  

Finally, you found yourself pulling into the already-crowded venue.  It was seven o’clock, the show should be starting in an hour.  You doubted that would be happening, though.  

Security stopped you, of course.

“It’s important-“ you protested.  

“I need to see a pass,” the man stated.

“I don’t have a pass,” you whined, pulling your phone out.  You dialed Tyler quickly.  “I’m with the band!” you said desperately, before realizing how cliche that sounded.  

“Y/N, where are you?” Tyler answered quickly.

“Come get me, security won’t let me through,” you said impatiently.

“Damnit,” he groaned, “I’m on my way.”

Sure enough, moments later, Tyler’s clambering off the tour bus and waving you through.

“Good?” you asked the man.  

He nodded, clearly still surveying the whole situation.  

You didn’t stick around for him to change his mind.  Instead, you bolted towards the tour bus.  

“Where is he?” you asked, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

“He’s on the couch out back.  Pulled the curtain, he keeps yelling at anyone that tries to go in.”

You nod, cautiously making your way onto the bus.  You see the dark curtain drawn and pause.  Maybe Josh wanted to be alone.  Maybe he’ll find it super invasive that you drove all this way.  Maybe he doesn’t want you here.  

You swallow your insecurities and slowly pull the fabric around so you can fit through.

Your heart sinks when you see him, curled up on the couch, his back facing you.  His head is resting on the leather, his arms crossed tightly across his body.  

You walk over instantly, wanting nothing more than to cradle him against your chest like a child and rock all his pain away.  But you hesitate.

Josh hears your footsteps and groans.  “Go away,”

“Please don’t make me drive all the way home this soon,” you say quietly.  

Josh’s head snaps to the side upon hearing your voice.

“Y/N,” is all he says.  

“Hey Josh,” you whisper back.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Ty called me,” you explained, “said you were having a hard time.”

He nods slowly, his puffy red eyes never leaving yours.  

“Why didn’t you call me again?”

“Didn’t want to bother you,” he says quietly.

“You could never bother me,” you say, “it’s physically impossible.”

His face scrunched suddenly and his eyes start to glisten with tears.

You break the gap between you immediately, folding into his side on the couch and wrapping your arms around him.  Josh instantly hugs you back, clinging to you like his life depended on it.  A few tears turned into heavy sobs and you couldn’t do anything but hold him.  

Your stomach hurt, hearing his cries and knowing that you couldn’t take the pain away.  You rested your chin on his shoulder, stroking his back softly and whispering in his ear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.  I’m right here.”

“Make it stop-“ Josh says.  His voice was all blubbery and full of pain.  

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing more than anything that you could.  

But you couldn’t, so you sat with it, listening to the broken sounds of a broken boy.  

After Josh’s sobs had finally subsided, he pulled back slightly, “I’m so sorry-“ he hiccuped.  

“No-‘ you protested, “No it’s okay, you’re allowed to feel all this, it’s okay-“

He’s shaking his head and wiping his eyes, clearly embarrassed, “I can’t do it- I can’t play tonight, I’m sorry.”

You nod, “That’s okay, Josh. I’ll tell Tyler.  You don’t have to play tonight.”

He nods slowly, letting out a sigh of relief.  His head falls back against the couch and he closes his eyes.  

“I’m gonna go tell him,” you whisper, getting up and leaving the room.

Tyler is waiting outside the tour bus, chewing furiously on his nails.

“What happened?” he asks immediately jumping towards you.

“He can’t play tonight,” you state.  

“What?” Tyler asks in disbelief.  He’s clearly distressed.  “What about the show?”

“Ty-“ you say, “He’s not okay right now.  His mental health is way more important than this show.”

Tyler sighs, closing his eyes, tilting his head back and nodding.  “You’re right,” he finally says.  “I’ll go take care of it.  You stay with him, yeah?”

You nod, “Of course.”

Josh is in a deep sleep by the time you’re back.  His chin is nuzzled against the crook of his shoulder, his neck bent and looking like it might be sore in the morning if he stayed in that position too long.  You sigh a breath of relief though, because at last, his face looks peaceful.  

A couple of hours later, you hear movement from the couch, so you look up.

Josh’s eyes are opened and he’s staring at you.

“Hey,” he mumbles, his voice deep.

“Hi,” you say back, putting down your notebook.

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

“Half past nine.”

Josh squeezes his eyes shut again, sighing, and sounding frustrated.  

“I can’t believe I missed a show.”

Your face softens and you stand up, making your way over to the couch.  Josh sits up, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands before you sit beside him.

You let your head fall softly on his shoulder.

“It’s more important that you take care of yourself,” you say.

He nods.  “I know.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” his voice slightly breaks on the last word.  

“Nothing, Josh.  Nothing.  We’re gonna get you help, it’s all going to be okay.”

He grabs your hand then, intertwining your fingers and squeezing slightly.  

“Thank you.”

You smile softly to yourself, squeezing his hand tightly back.  “Anything for you.”

I really want to see more tsukki and Hinata interactions that don’t involve being extremely passive aggressive like just give me the little things like maybe Hinata and tsukki have to stay after to clean up after practice and Hinata naturally tries to make conversation because he’s a sprite and needs to be protected and tsukki eventually ask him “do you ever shut up honestly…” and Hinata scowls and pouts all like “you’re so mean tsukki it’s a good thing you are a really good player else I’d have to blah blah blah” he’s rambling on but that last part makes tsukishima stop like… what?… good player?

“You think… I mean I’m not that… good…or anything”

And Hinata stops rambling to do that little GWAHH thing and is like “ARE YOU KIDDING YOU WERE SOOOO COOL AT THE SEMI FINALS I WISH I COULD BLOCK LIKE THAT BUT-” and he kinda gets quiet and stuff “… but I guess I’m too small for that stuff I guess”

And it suddenly got really quiet and they are practically done cleaning up so in reality tsukki can get up and go home and he has no idea why he’s still here with this annoying goblin and he has no idea why he says: “tch…that shouldn’t… stop you…. you’re still a great player…. I guess” and it’s really quiet and uncomfortable until Hinata practically beams face red as all get out stutters out a broken “T-THANK Y-OU! I-…. YOU ARE STILL MEAN THOUGH” and tsukki scoffs and throws a ball at him.

So tsukki is about to leave for real to go home until Hinata awkwardly calls behind him like “do you… do you think that you could m-maybe like… I mean… show me how to… expect a block maybe…” and tsukki is just looking at him and he has no reason to be here like he can really go home they’re enemies right? He’s his rival why on earth would he teach this annoying shrimp how to- “Tch… yea whatever”

Hinata is LIVE

And that’s what they do for 20 more minutes and it’s so sweet and tsukki is such a great teacher and such a great friend and is actually pretty tolerable when he’s not a salty condescending bastard. Hinata even walks him to the bus stop, and they ACTUALLY talk the whole way through like WOW.

don’t know where I’m going with this but just give me more of my brotp please I will pay cash money

CW’s Ant-Man: Or Where Dad-Fail no. 2 meets Attack on Titan

When I saw Ant-Man at the movie, I liked Scott Lang. After all, he’s a pretty likable guy. He makes mistakes, but he’s funny, and self-deprecating in the right way. He’s a thief, but he does try to do better. And he said what we’ve all been thinking for so long.

He has the cute little ants. Look at this. Adorable.

And he loves his daughter. 

Pretty fun superhero, huh? I believe Honest Trailers called it Iron Man, with ants. No wonder I liked it. I honestly don’t remember all the details of the movie, but I remember I enjoyed it.

Anyway, Scott’s character undergoes somewhat of a change in Civil War. If you’ll allow me the pun, a GIANT change.

I can understand why Scott was added to the roster of the movie. I can even understand why he was inclined to jump to help. Like in Clint’s case, I very much doubt he knew anything about the Accords mess. I expect Cap/Sam told Scott about the 5 Winter Soldiers, and said they needed his help. Which fair enough. Scott is a hero. He wants to help. And he was recruited by Captain America. Captain America! There’s a fair share of hero worship there.

But then there’s this bit.

Whoa, wait. Back up. You just got out of prison, guv. You have a daughter. Remember her?

Do you really want to abandon her again because of doing something illegal? Apparently, yes.  #Dadfail. Again.

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Cruel Exchange

Author’s Note: For the Jeffrey Dean Morgan “Rare Character Red Velvet” Challenge”. I chose his character , Henry Delarue, from the movie “The Salvation”.

Synopsis:  After the reader, a shopkeeper’s daughter, repeatedly defies Henry’s unwanted advances, he has had enough. He’s always been a very persuasive man and not used to getting exactly what he wants.

Contains: coersion, blackmail and vague elements of noncon (no smut)

“Here you are Mrs. Hadler. Four bolts of yellow fabric, just like you ordered.” You say sweetly, carefully setting the folded material on the counter in front of you. Mrs. Hadler gave you a wide, grateful smile, running a wrinkled aged hand over her purchase. “Thank you dear. I plan to make my great granddaughter, Abigail, a new church dress with this. She’s turning five this year,” she replied, her eyes crinkled warmly, as though cherishing a fond a memory. 

“Well if it’s anything like the last dress you made her, I’m sure she’ll love it,” You compliment, wrapping the material up and placing it in a bag. Handing it gently to the elderly woman you say, “Please give my best to Hannah and Michael.”

Mrs. Hadler takes the bad, nodding appreciatively, “I will dear. And please send my regards your family as well. I know things have been…difficult lately.” You couldn’t help but despise the look of pity that etched into Mrs. Hadler’s face. That was how everyone regarded you and your family these days. But you hid your annoyance with a strained smile as you reply, “I will, thank you. Have a lovely day.”

Another curt nod and the elderly woman turned and shuffled out of the shop. Letting out a sigh of relief, you spin away from the counter to begin organizing the rest of the supplies that had recently come in. There was still so much that had to be done. Ever since your father had fallen ill with the fever, he had left you in charge to run things at the family store. It wasn’t far different from what you were used to considering you had started working there practically from the time you could walk. But it was certainly an adjustment. Especially since everyday, you would leave the store after closing, only to immediately come home and help your mother take care him. It was taking quite a lot out of the pair of you. It seemed as though you were perpetually tired, with never enough drive or energy. Truth be told, you were unsure how much longer you could keep up this pace. There was this suffocating air of desperation that clung to your household. 

 And what’s worse, things were not looking good for your father either. He was only getting worse, the sickness virtually stripping away everything that made him the devoted, loving, stubborn man he once was. At his last visit, the town doctor had informed them that without continuous administrations of proper antibiotics, there was no saving him. At first, the profits from the store were able to pay for your father’s medicine, but they quickly took their toll and even drained the family savings Your family could barely keep up.

You hear the bell of the door chime behind you, pulling you from your pessimistic thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you pull your lips into your usual welcoming smile and turn to greet the customer when you freeze.

Sauntering into your father’s store, was Henry Delarue. Earning quite the despicable reputation, this man had spread his cruelty over the town like the vice of death. Under his “persuasions” he had managed to buy out almost the entire town right out from under the citizens. Your father, despite many many visits from this man, always refused his offers, no matter how seemingly generous. Thankfully, after your father fell ill a month ago, Henry had stopped coming by. It was foolish of you to think he had simply given up and moved on.

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usha [ jin ]

verb : to enjoy looking at the opposite other ; appreciate their beauty by staring.

knock knock. who’s there? two idiots who are in love with each other.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre: fluff
type: hogwarts au
word count: 2,380 words
warnings: none
author’s note: it’s been over two months since i had last written anything, and last night, i was reminded again of how intrinsically rewarding and absolutely wonderful writing is after talking to @jheartseok, so thank you again, ave ♡ this is based on bits of my own dreams and how i see #seokfie aka @syubits and jin in a hogwarts au ily elfie even though i know you love jimin most but you refuse to admit it still


As one of the Hufflepuff prefects, you are making your rounds around the basement floor in the hallway opposite from your house’s entrance. You had passed the barrel fifteen minutes ago, now strolling down the kitchens corridor. It is quiet, which is the usual noise level down here. Hufflepuff students tend to stick to curfew hours more so than other houses, so you rarely find them sneaking out. Any clamor made by the house elves in the kitchens is sealed away behind the massive painting of the fruit bowl. You have not seen The Gray Lady floating by, so you assume she is haunting a place elsewhere tonight.

 A soft melody stuck in your head, you hum quietly and loosely hold your wand in hand, rhythmically tapping the tip of it against the side of your thigh as you continue your stroll. Suddenly, the edge of a heavy metal painting frame makes its way into your peripheral vision, and you quickly scamper away before you can suffer from a possible concussion, or a future visible bump on the forehead at the very least. 

Your eyes are met with the outer corner portion of an ebony cloak first, then the golden lining stitched inside of it, and finally, the rather handsome side profile of the perpetrator is brought into view. Moments later, you can clearly see the man you caught red handed, who is still hastily attempting to shove something beneath his robe—Merlin’s beard, is that a two layer, frosted, decadent chocolate fudge cake with all the works?

“Seokjin, what the heck?”

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Was tagged by @fullmetal-trash-in-grey, thank you sweetie ^~^

Last Movie I Watched - Fast Five (best movie 11/10)

Last Song I Listened To - Reason Living (Bungou Stray Dogs 2nd Seasons Opening)

Last Book I Read - The Trap (forgot the author’s name)

If I Could Be Anywhere in the World Right Now - Anywhere other than this shitty country called America lolol, but in all seriousness, maybe England or Dubai?

Where I Would Want to Time Travel To - Hm….maybe the 70s or 80s? Not really sure haha

Fictional Characters I Would Hang Out With - OH BOY HERE COME THE PICTURES. Prepare yourselves

Originally posted by pauly6212

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) (he’s baeee)

Originally posted by nicosrobins

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) (I fucking l o v e him he’s hilarious)

Originally posted by hyakuraii

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) (he kinda scares me but he seems fun to be around sometimes o3o don’t mess with this dude, just. don’t)

Originally posted by inukag

Naraku (InuYasha) (yes I know he’s evil and manipulates and kills but I CAN BE OF S O M E HELP TO HIM and I love him >.>)

Originally posted by starnightpenguin

Ukyo (Amnesia) (ik he’s a psycho bU T HE CONTROLS IT LATER ON)

Originally posted by frozenpinetree

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger) (give this boy some love c’mon I would hang out with him any day)

I think I’ll stop there…XD

I tag:

@missinfowikia @madamsharky @italian-love-cake @teodora-dimitrova @analytical-dork @official-akamatsu @yanderbun @kitsunesenpai180 @imgraceandineedtoshutup and @whatthemeowguyz

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to!

anonymous asked:

Do you have advice on drawing backgrounds with characters?

First, don’t imagine backgrounds as “backgrounds,” like some kind of giant placard you place behind characters on a stageplay. Think of them as “environments!” A place where your characters interact, make conversation, eat food, sleep, grab stuff, jump around on, fight, etc. The environment is just as important to the visuals as the characters, nobody exists in a void. 

The most important thing to do is to plan to draw the character(s) IN the background/environment, not as an afterthought.

I also like imagining myself as a cinematographer in my own comic, somebody with a camera, who is on the set with the characters. I think about the best way to “shoot” the characters doing what they’re doing based on what they’re doing and the tone. Is it a happy scene? A sad scene? I also think about the environment they’re in and what are some interesting ways to frame the character.

I’ll give a quick and dirty example. Say you Character1 is waiting at a bus stop. It’s a very boring and normal bus stop. It’s got a bush, a tree and a bus sign on a sidewalk. 

Not a very exciting drawing, but it establishes what Character1 is doing and where at. Notice I used the underside of the tree and the bus sign to make a little “window” around Character1′s head. It puts the viewer’s attention right on them. But what if Character1 is really anxious? How would you convey that?

Now, the “camera” moved to the side. It puts Character1 more on the bottom-left corner of the drawing, making them look more on edge. Once again, notice that I used the tree, bush, and sign to frame around Character1.

Now the camera is behind the bush AND tree, so we’re now looking at Character1′s back. Maybe you don’t want people to know what Character1 is thinking. 

Or what if Character1 is having an existential crisis while waiting for the bus? Here, I’m shooting upward on them and dutch angled the drawing (which means tilting the camera) to give it a jarring, disoriented feeling. 

These are just some ways to draw the environment with the characters in it. And note, this works best if you’re doing comics or storyboarding, but it might not be necessarily true for some illustration styles. This is just the way I do it. :)

ofwoodsandwaves  asked:

the second one + westallen

‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au

“Hey, how did your date go last night?” Linda asked as she sat down across from her friend with a cup of coffee.

Linda had warned Iris about Tony Woodward the first time they had met, so Iris was embarrassed that she had completely disregarded her friend’s valid advice and gone out with him anyways. The guy was a total jerk. Linda had been right. Iris was embarrassed that she hadn’t listened and there wasn’t going to be a second date anyways, so she figured it would be just as easy to shrug it off.

“He stood me up,” she responded. “How did you know I had a date?”

“Please. You left work early, clearly dressed for a date, with a dorky smile on your face,” Linda pointed out. “So, who was this jerk? Do I know him?”

“No one,” Iris lied. “Just that guy that you said was checking me out here last week. I thought he was kind of cute, so I asked him out when I ran into him again the other day. I guess he wasn’t as interested as you thought.”

“You mean that guy?” Linda questioned as she looked over her friend’s shoulder at someone.

“What?”

Iris turned around in her seat to find that, sure enough, there was the guy who had been watching them and smiling at her from across the coffee shop the week before. That was just Iris’s luck, but it was too late for her to take it back now.

“Uh, yeah,” she responded as she shot her eyes away from the guy and back down to her half-drunk cup of coffee. “But it’s no big deal. I wasn’t that invested or anything.”

“No. It is a big deal,” Linda insisted. “I’m going over there.”

“No! Don’t-” Iris tried, but it was too late. Linda had already gotten up and was storming over to where he was waiting in line.

“What is wrong with you?” She demanded as Iris rushed up behind her.

The guy turned his head to check if she was talking to someone behind him before he pointed to his chest and questioned, “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Linda insisted indignantly. “You got a chance to go on a date with Iris West and you just stood her up? What is wrong with you?”

Iris cringed, then opened her eyes to find him studying her expression. She shot him an apologetic smile, then reached for Linda’s arm.

“Come on, let’s go,” Iris insisted as she felt a blush creep onto her cheeks.

Linda shrugged her arm out of Iris’s grip and stood her ground, looking at the guy expectantly. The line was moving now and he was holding it up, but instead of stepping over to the counter he turned and told the guy behind him in line to go ahead, then stepped aside to continue the conversation. Iris wished the floor would swallow her whole.

“No, you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he responded, much to Iris’s surprise. His attention was on Iris alone as he lied, “Look, I got side-tracked working late and then I missed my bus and by the time I made it there you were gone and honestly, I was too embarrassed to call you. I still couldn’t believe a girl like you would give me a first chance, let alone a second one. I wasn’t sure you didn’t stand me up.”

Yup, she was definitely blushing now. Why was he going along with her stupid lie?

“I’m really sorry,” he insisted. “But I’d like to make it up to you. Is there any chance you’d let me take you to dinner? I swear I’ll be on time this time.”

Now Linda was looking at Iris too, trying to gauge whether she was buying his story or not.

“Yeah. Sure,” Iris responded. Dinner was the least she could do after he had saved her from major embarrassment. Besides, maybe it would help talk Linda down. Plus, he was pretty cute, even if she had just made a total idiot out of herself in front of him.

“Great,” he responded with an adorable smile before he turned back to Linda. “So, are we good now?”

Linda hesitated for a moment, then checked to make sure Iris looked like she was alright before she told him, “Sure, we’re okay. For now. But I’ve got my eye on you…”

“Barry,” he filled in for her, although that grin was clearly aimed at Iris. “Barry Allen.”

Linda shot him one last look before she told Iris, “I’ll be waiting at our table.”

Iris watched her friend go, then shot Barry a guilty look. “I am so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “I mean, sure, it was a little confusing. But I’ve been looking for an excuse to get up the nerve to talk to you. So, I guess it all worked out in the end.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Well, Barry Allen, I was going to say that you don’t actually have to go on a date with me to get yourself out of trouble. But if you’re interested-”

“Oh, I’m definitely interested,” he assured her. “Besides, I’ve got to redeem myself to your friend somehow. Don’t I? What was that all about anyways?”

“I went on the worst date with this terrible guy Linda warned me not to go out with,” she confessed. “So, when she figured out I’d had a date and asked who it was with I sort of panicked and said you stood me up.”

“Well, at least the bar is set pretty low for me then. Right?” He joked.

“I am so sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t think you were going to walk in right after I said that. And now you lost your place in line and I’m probably making you late for somewhere. At least let me pay for your coffee.”

“Fine,” Barry agreed. “But only if you let me buy you dinner. Tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date.”