what is going on my blueberries

First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

Okay, so after reading @sir-scandalous ‘s Abuse AU (or something like that, I believe?) I have feelings and thought god dammit, so lets get down to it. I’ve mixed it with an AU I’ve been drafting for a fic as well, which is Mute!Lance/Highschooler!Lance and Cafe owner!Shiro. (Lance is 17, Shiro is 19)

Lance has an abusive father with anger issues, and at the age of 9, Lance suffered severe damage to his vocal chords after a bad bout with his father strangling him. So he is no longer able to talk, which makes it even worse for him because he can no longer voice for help when he needs to, which his father fully knows and abuses this fact. 

Lance is taking the long way hope one day, wanting as much alone time to himself before facing whats at home, and he discovers a new cafe opened just several blocks away from his neighborhood. The big banner over it reading The Noir Lion, and the smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins made his stomach growl painfully.So, he decides to head in and take a seat at a semi closed off booth area. 

Because his other employees are busy cooking and tending to others, Shiro himself dusts himself off and grabs a black waiter apron to wrap around his waist to go and get Lance’s order. He asks the usual way and waits for an answer, to which Lance starts to get nervous and anxious over because damn, it was too crowded today and this handsome gentleman was expecting an answer and oh damn, his phone almost slipped from his fingers. Good job. Shiro notices the boys growing anxiety and holds out a hand, telling him to take it easy and go slow, with whatever he was doing. Lance nodded, smiling small, and took a deep breath, before typing out his reply on his phones notepad. 

Shiro wondered why the boy couldn’t talk, but he wouldn’t pry, instead giving him a nod and gentle smile before going to get Lance  a muffin and a cup of coco on the house because the boy looked so sad and stressed. So when Lance is about to leave he tries to pay for the coco too, but Shiro refuses it and tells him to come back anytime. Later on when Shiro goes to clean the table, he sees ten dollars, to which he simply pockets to save and give back. 

This continues on for a whole month, Shiro learning of Lance’s inability to speak, and always saving Lance’s money he leaves behind rather then putting it in the register. Lance starts developing a crush on Shiro after two months and starting to actually flirt with gestures, brush of finger tips and cheesy as hell pick up lines on his phone. Shiro always makes time to sit with Lances on each of his visits now, and even invites him to a private back room where the employees go for lunch, when Lances come in overly stressed, breathing hard or crying. Lances never outright admits his abusive household, but Shiro already has strong suspicions, but doesn’t force anything yet. 

Just imagine Lance, instead of going home right away, he goes to Shiro’s cafe and shows him his progress in grades and trophies in swimming and track competitions, and Shiro always smiling brightly and occasionally giving Lance a hug when the boy was ready for such contact. 

Then imagine Lance’s father finding out where Lance has been going and getting upset at not knowing, so he goes over one time and publicly humiliates Lance in front of a half filled cafe and Shiro, but Shiro is having none of that and despite Lance’s dad being somewhat bigger than him, Shiro is still hella strong enough to grab the man by the arm and manhandle him out of there and away from Lance, defending his dignity all the while. Lance is in tears for both Shiro defending him and because he was now scared to go home. Shiro invites Lance to stay the night at his place, and until closing time teaches Lance how to make buttercream roses on cakes and how to make his favorite blueberry muffin as distraction.

Tainted Love (part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: probably swearing

A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).


Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?

Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?

So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.

It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.

And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.

Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?

Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.

It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.

The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.

God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.

You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.

You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.

Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.

“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.

“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.

Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”

Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.

He smirks at you. “Hey.”

You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”

“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.

“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.

“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.

“What?”

“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”

The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.

“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”

Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”

You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.

“Healthy shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.

“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.

You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.

“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.

“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”

Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”


The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.

The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.

Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.

“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.

Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”

Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

“Your face is bullshit.”

“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.

Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.

“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.

It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.

“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.


A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!

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Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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taakitz superhero au where taako is the proprietor of a gourmet bakery that has thieves and villains descend upon it each night because the pastries are SO DELICIOUS and they NEED the SECRET RECIPES so they can HYPNOTIZE THE POPULACE or some other harebrained schemes. his baking is that good.

kravitz, local superhero, must swoop in every time and save taako! …but listen. he is not the superman of the city. he’s not even the aquaman. he is honestly sort of inept, but he has a great costume and an accent and he does his best! he has his heart in the right place.

taako is enamored both with his becaped rescuer and with the cute local reporter that buys a muffin for breakfast from his place every other weekday and has a real sweet smile. hey there, handsome, you want a mocha to go with your blueberry swirl? on the house ;))))

kravitz savors each morning interaction and while he wishes that taako’s bakery wasn’t burgled so often.. it is pretty nice to help him out…. and see him more…. one of these days he’ll ask him out! but will taako accept both sides of him???? kravitz wonders, staring moodily across the city skyline… emo sigh.

(taako knows they’re one and the same, but he lives for melodramatics, so he is all about this whole situation tbh. and kravitz’s mask falls off pretty often, anyway.)

(and listen. those shoulders? he could recognize them anywhere. mmmm. delish.)

(read more for courtesy since this got a tad long)

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dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”

as I’ve been gently descending into real hockey hell lately, I came across the anecdote that a certain famous rl candian hockey forward used to go to local pick up games, but he was so good that they made him play goalie so that the opposing team would have a chance.

when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…

Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 5)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro Maximoff

A/N: Hiiiii sorry for the wait!


“What’s wrong? You bolted out of there so fast.” Bucky says, stepping inside your room.

You pull away from the hug but Wanda doesn’t fully release you from her hold. “I’m fine, I just felt sick.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Sick? Do you need me to get you some medicine? How sick? Like nausea? Stomach pains?”

“She’s fine now, Bucky.” Wanda snapped. “You can go back to the kitchen. I’ve got her.”

She was shooting daggers into his head. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. Bucky genuinely looked confused towards Wanda’s glares and her tone. He looks at you as if waiting for confirmation and you rub your eyes.

“Go, Bucky, I’m fine, really.” you say.

A look flashes over his features, something you can’t quite decipher before he turns around and leaves your room. You let out a sigh and turn back to Wanda who was frowning.

“That oblivious asshole.” she muttered under her breath.

“Can we just forget about him for like, forever?” you groan, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Whatever you want, Y/N.” she says. “Ooo! How about we go see my brother tomorrow! I know you haven’t seen him in a while and it’ll be good for you to get away from Bucky for a day.”

You shrug. “Yeah, okay. I miss that squirt anyways.”

“I’m sure he misses you too.” she lets you go and nods over to your bed. “Get some sleep. We’ll leave around eight.”

“Isn’t Pietro gonna get mad that we’re there so early? He’s not a morning person.” you say, sitting on your bed.

“Yeah but it’s alright. He’ll get over it.” Wanda shrugged.

You laugh and climb into bed, watching as Wanda left your room after bidding you goodnight. You lay there for a bit, excited that you would be seeing Pietro tomorrow.


“Get up!” Wanda shouted before jumping on you. “Get up, get up, get up!”

You let out an annoyed groan and reach over, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the brunette. “Shut. Up.”

Wanda smiles. “Come on, we gotta hit the road.”

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, Wanda.” you whine, opening one eye to look at her.

“We’ll go get breakfast with Pietro now come on.” she pulls you up and out of bed before handing you some clothes. “I took the liberty of getting some clothes for you. Hurry up and take a shower.”

You playfully roll your eyes and snatch the clothes from her, disappearing into the bathroom. You have absolutely no idea how someone can be so happy in the morning. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you find Wanda in the living room, on her phone.

“I’m ready.” you announce with a smile.

“Ready for what?” a groggy voice says from behind you. Both you and Wanda turn around, seeing Bucky standing there. It’s clear that he’s just woken up.

“We’re going to see my brother.” Wanda smiled. Bucky tenses up.

“Oh.” he nods. “Are you sure you have to go? I wanted to do something with you today.” he looks directly at you as he spoke.

“Um..” you cough. “Yeah. I haven’t seen Pietro in a while and I miss him.”

All he does is nod. The awkward silence makes it’s way towards you and Bucky but before it could get too awkward, Wanda comes up beside you and grabs your upper arm.

“Come on Y/N.”

You don’t hesitate, letting her drag you away from Bucky and out of the building, to her car. “I froze, oh my god I’m such an idiot. That was such an awkward silence and I hate awkward silences.”

Wanda puts the car in drive. “Don’t think about it too much.”


After a very long drive (actually it was only 20 minutes but you get very moody when you’re hungry) you finally make it to Pietro’s apartment. You go to knock but Wanda grabs your hand, stopping you.

“What? I’m gonna knock.” you say. She shakes her head and digs around her pocket before pulling out a key.

“I have a key. He gave it to me for emergencies only.” she tells you before unlocking the door.

The scent of vanilla dances around you as the two of you enter his apartment.

“He’s probably still sleeping.” Wanda whispered to you. She starts walking to Pietro’s room and you follow closely behind. Wanda quietly opens the door, revealing a sleeping Pietro facing the door. He was laying on his stomach and his face was squished into the pillow. He looked at peace.

You smile and walk towards his bed, laying down next to him while Wanda stood at the foot of his bed. She quietly counted to 3 before jumping on top of him, much similar to what she did to you that morning, and shouted ‘get up’. Pietro’s eyes snap open and he gasps, looking over at Wanda before glaring at her while she laughed.

“What the hell, младшая сестра!” he shouts, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m not little.” she states, moving over to sit down.

“I’m twelve minutes older than you.”

Wanda rolls her eyes before nodding her head over to you. “I brought you a present.”

“Thanks for objectifying me.” you spoke. Pietro looks over at you and a huge grin takes place on his lips.

“Y/N!” his arm reaches over and pulls you towards him, causing you to become squished between his arm and his chest.

“Hey Piet.” you laugh.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asks after hugging you.

“Can’t I just come by and see my loving brother with my friend?” Wanda sighs.

“You never want to see me.”

“Fine, you caught me.” she says. “Bucky has been giving her a hard time so I thought I’d bring her here to get away from him.”

Pietro looks at you. “Bucky’s been giving you a hard time?”

“Something like that.”

Pietro looks at you then at Wanda, obviously waiting for one of you to fill him in. Wanda rolls her eyes and looks over to you. “Can I tell him?”

You and Pietro look at each other and you nod. “Sure.”

And so Wanda tells Pietro everything, him nodding to signal that he understood what was being said. When she was done, he scoffed. “I could have told you that she liked Bucky.”

You and Wanda give him a look. “You mean you knew?”

“Yeah, it was obvious.” he shrugged.

“How did you find out? I never told anyone that I liked him.” you spoke.

“You didn’t have to.” he tells you. “Your body language says everything. Every time you were near Bucky you’d tuck your hair behind your ears and play with your fingers.”

“How did you-”

“I spend a lot of time studying people. I can’t believe no one has found out about your little crush.”

Wanda chuckled. “I wouldn’t call it little.”

You glare at her.

“Leave my love alone.” Pietro huffed, kicking his sister.

“I didn’t come here to be bullied.”

“Then you shouldn’t have came.”

“You know what-”

“Ugh, you guys are such siblings.” you roll your eyes at the two and they laugh. “Now that you’re all filled in on my tragic love life, can we go get something to eat because Wanda’s been starving me.”

Pietro chuckled. “Yeah, let me get changed.”


A/N: I’m. So. Tired. Anyways, bit short but oh whale. Tell me what ya think!

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Prompt: Could you do a soulmate fic with Kirk??? Soulmate au anon here! Ummm, I think the one where matched pairs share the same image somewhere on their bodies? What the image is, I leave that up to your brilliant mind to decide :)

Warnings: nah man beside a little suggestive talk you good

Pairing: Jim/reader

A/N: I like soulmate AUs  I like the idea of it being embarrassing places. I like this. I’m definitely up for soulmate AUs when I open up request. Especially embarrassing ones.

Word Count: 1347

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Start of a Love Story

A Love Story is Better With You: A New Beginning - One Shot Series #1

Note: Click the (xxx) to enhance your reading experience with visuals.

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One way to present on how your day was going was, hectic.

Hectic, because first, you had woken up 30 past seven, which meant you only had 30 minutes to get ready, hurry down four flights of stairs, hurry down the street to the local starbucks, grab your boss her usual morning order, and manage to find a taxi as fast as possible to make it to the firm at 8 o’clock.

Hurrying out your bathroom, with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth, trying to slip your shoes on, while trying to zip up the back of your dress. (xxx)

“Gosh girl, could you be any louder at” your roommate glanced over at her bed side clock with squinted eyes. “7:38 in the morning?” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head. You groaned to yourself, rushing back to the bathroom, spitting your toothpaste into the sink and finished washing up. 

“Lucy, can you please help me zip up my dress? I’m already really late, and you know my boss. She’ll shred me to pieces if i’m late” you whimpered. 

She sighed, quickly getting up, losing her balance as she was suffering from a mild hangover from last nights birthday event that you decided not to join in on, but promised tonight, a Friday night where you didn’t have to worry about work the next morning, that you would join her out. 

“Alright go go go, before Ursula kills you at work” she smirked, handing you your bag and sending you off on your way.

You pressed the elevator button in your building to head down to the main floor but after two minutes of already waiting, you figured the time was ticking so you did your best to run down the stairs, in heels you had purchased not too long ago.

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding when you reached the last step. Running out the front doors, you turned left and sped walk down the city streets as fast as you possibly could. Finally reaching the local starbucks just a block from your place, you were greeted with a long line. You stomped in place, quietly whining to yourself as you stepped in line, about 15 people in front of you.

You checked your watch on your wrist, 7:47. Thirteen minutes. You tapped your foot on the ground, your patience wearing thin when you heard a voice calling your name. You looked up to see your long time friend, Brett, at the coffee counter. 

“Take it, realized you weren’t here on time and figured you’d have the same order as always” he smiled. You let out a breath of relief, hugging him over the counter. 

“Oh my god, what would I do without you!” you panted, rummaging through your bag looking for your wallet. 

“No worries, it’s on the house today. Now go! Before you’re late for work, and Ursula eats you up!” he joked with a smirk. You nodded, quickly stuffing your wallet into your purse, not even bothering to zip it up as you grabbed the coffees and the two blueberry muffins your boss ate for breakfast and darted down the street.

You had been trying to get a taxi for a few moments, but none had stopped to let you hop in. You groaned to yourself, looking at your watch. 7:52. 

You whimpered to yourself looking left and right and decided your only option at this point, was to run. So you ran, as fast as you possibly could in your heels, dodging in and out of people’s ways. 

You were two blocks away from your firm, when there’s a massive crowd of people, huddled in one large circle in front of a hotel. You groan, trying to make your way around, but it’s impossible. There is screaming and chanting, but it’s all a blur to you because your main focus and priority is to get to work, on time and in a decent manner. You finally found a little gap to push yourself through when someone’s foot pops out of nowhere and the next thing you know, you’re falling to the pavement of the sidewalk, coffees and muffins flying out your hands as you landed, stomach first onto the pavement. 

There was a moment of silence, all around you, as you felt stares from every side of you.

You whimpered, from the pain but also realizing that your boss’ coffee and muffins were all over the pavement, and ready for the garbage. You’re about to get up when you see two suede boots come up to your eye level and the man bends down. 

“Are you alright love?” he questioned, reaching his hand down to you to help you get up. You blink a couple times, to be sure you’re seeing the right person. 

“Um, yeah, I think so” you mumbled, shock coursing through your veins. 

“You’re bleeding” he pointed out, looking at your knee about to call over his security.

You shook your head. “Really it’s okay, I’ve got to get going. I’m going to be late for work and my boss will kill me” you stuttered, trying to compose yourself. 

“Love, we should clean it up. Come on we’ll take you inside and clean you up and you can go off to work, i’m sure your boss will understand” he assured.

“Thank you, but I really can’t, i’m sorry” you whispered, bending down to grab your bag. “But thank you for helping!” you called out, looking back at him one more time before running to work.

**

You panted, reaching your cubicle, and slumping down, and taking a look at your wounded knee winching as you tried to touch it and observe it.

There was a clearing of the throat and you turned around in your chair to see your boss. “You were late, and you didn’t bring me my morning coffee and muffins” she started, tapping her foot on the ground as she waited for your response.

“I know ma’am, I apologize, I bought your coffee and your muffins but there was a huge crowd of people and then I tripped, and the coffee spilled-” she cut you off with an eye roll. 

“Enough, I don’t want to hear your excuses, next time, make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself like you probably did moments ago, and make sure the coffee is sitting on my desk Monday morning, or else, you’ll regret it” she spoke out, turning on her heel with her assistant right by her as she walked to her office.

“Woah what happen to you” Blair chuckled, looking over into your cubicle. “Lets just say it was hectic and i’m glad it’s over” you sighed, reaching into your drawer for your first aid kit, grabbing disinfectant and a bandage to cover your cut. She chuckled, shaking her head and sinking back into her own office chair, as you did moments later, working on your next blog post to get approved by the one and only woman you all called, Ursula.

**

You stepped out your closet, hair freshly blow dried as you observed the choices of attire you’d wear on your night out with Lucy. 

“Oh, the red dress!” Lucy called out, peeking her head out the bathroom door. 

“Definitely the red dress, you’ll definitely be getting laid tonight if you wear that!” she winked, disappearing. “Lucy!” you laughed, shaking your head while picking up the red dress and observing it. “There will be no getting laid of any sort tonight, at least not for me” you chuckled, putting the blue dress back on it’s hanger and slipping the red dress up your body and slipping on the black heels. (xxx)

Walking over to your vanity, you touched up your makeup you had done a while ago, reapplying some nude lipstick onto your lips before grabbing your clutch, and stuffing your phone, card and ID before shutting it closed. 

“Alright you ready?” you checked, peeking into the bathroom to see Lucy, curling her last strand of hair before turning around. 

“Holy smokes!” she hollered, eyeing you up and down. You blushed, shaking your head before checking if you had anything. “Alright let’s get going, because at this rate, we’ll get to the club and it’ll be closed” you smirked, grabbing her hand and heading to the elevator.

**

You entered the club, to loud thumping music, bodies against one another with drinks in hand. “I’m going to pop to the loo” Lucy shouted over the loud music. “Get me a drink? Something preferably heavy” she smirked, bumping her hip to yours before shimmying her way through the crowd and to the bathroom.

You shook your head with a giggle and headed over to the bar, observing your surroundings to see if there was anyone that could particularly catch your eye.

“Hi, can I get two gin and tonics, please?” you asked the bartender politely while taking a seat to at the bar. He nodded, going to the other end of the bar to prepare your drinks. You looked down at your phone, scrolling mindlessly through instagram as you heard a voice behind you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t miss “got to get to work”” he spoke. You lifted your head up, to be greeted with the man who tried to help you earlier this morning. A blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled. 

“I really was late, she would have murdered me if i would have went with you, and wasted more time” you replied, locking your phone to give him your full attention. 

“Wasted time? Ouch” he replied, feigning that he was hurt by placing his hand over his chest, and you giggled. “I’m Harry” he smiled, sticking out his hand, as you shook it. Seconds later, you responded with telling him your name as your two gin and tonics arrived in front of you. “Oh, already buying me drinks?” he smirked. “And my favorite as well?” he asked surprised. 

“You must have done research, hmm?” he joked with a wink. “Oh, that was meant for my friend-” you were interrupted by Lucy as she appeared behind you. “But you can gladly keep it” she smiled, eyeing you to keep talking to him before walking away onto the dance floor. “Sorry about her” you sheepishly giggled. “She tends to be a bit…straightforward I guess you could say” you smiled, sipping on your drink as Harry did with his. “Well if it allows for me to spend some more time with a beauty like you, i’m not complaining” he smirked, and you couldn’t help but blush.

**

You were three drinks in, already feeling loose, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. “Come on! Let’s dance!” you giggled, running your hand through your hair trying to get him to get up. “I don’t dance love” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh come on, don’t be such a girl!” you hollered. “Dance! Have fun!” you smiled, pulling on his hand again. He sighed, downing his drink, which caused him to pucker his face due to the taste, and headed to the dance floor with you.

You moved your hips to the music, your back to his front, from time to time, grinding on his front. You smiled moving your hands behind you to wrap around his neck as you danced.

“You’re a pretty good dancer” he hummed, right into your ear. You smiled, continuing to enjoy yourself as he placed his hands on your hips and moved along to the music.

**

You let out a breath of air as you stepped outside, Harry hot on your heel. “But my friend” you giggled, pointing to the door. “No worries, I caught her on the way out, told her I was going with you and her words made it seem like she had no intention of stopping me” he chuckled, as the club door closed behind him. “Oh god” you giggled, covering your hand with your face in embarrassment only imagining with Luce could have said. He smiled, walking down the street with you, towards your flat.

“So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he questioned, hands in his pockets, but secretly wishing they were hand in hand with your hands. “A blast” you smiled, looking up at him and grinning more than you thought possible. “I didn’t think i’d have a handsome guy walk me home, although my friend Lucy did tell me that this dress would get me laid tonight” you smirked jokingly. He raised a brow before winking at you. “I mean, I am your kinda guy if that’s what you want” he winked jokingly before picking you up bridal style and spinning you around. “Harry!” you laughed, throwing your head back and gently slapping his chest as he put you down. “Only jokes, only jokes” he smiled. “I wouldn’t do such a thing unless I had your full consent” he smiled, slowly aiming to put his hand around your waist nervously, and when he did, he hoped you wouldn’t shove him off, and you didn’t.

A tipsy giggle escaped your mouth out of nowhere and he smiled. “You have a cute giggle” he commented and you giggled against covering your face as you blushed. “Stop!” you smiled, trying not to giggle but you couldn’t help it. “Gosh, now you’ve made me a mess!” you laughed, completely embarrassed now. He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both finally made it up the steps to the front of the building. “Well, looks like this is it” he sighed, looking up at the tall building, not really wanting you to go. “Seems it is…” you wavered, debating on your next move. “Would you…like to come up?” you questioned nervously. “If not it’s okay, but it’s a bit chilly and I see you don’t have your car and it’s late and-” you were rambling when he placed his finger over your lip in a shushing manner. “I’d love too” he smiled, tucking his hand into yours as you sheepishly grinned with a blush before making your way in and heading to the elevator.

**

You stepped into your flat, and kicked off your heels walking into the small kitchen. “Do you want some tea? Maybe a cheese toastie?” you suggested. “That’d be lovely, actually” he smiled, kicking off his boots and placing them on the rack before sitting down on the kitchen stool. “I’ll be right back, i’m just going to change out of this dress if that’s ok” you sheepishly smiled, as he nodded. You scurried to the bedroom closing the door, taking a deep breath in and out.

There was a boy, in your apartment. You tried to suppress the smile that was all over your face but couldn’t you were just so happy. You slid off your dress, slipping on a loose tee and sweatpants before grabbing a makeup wipe and wiping off all your makeup and pulling your hair up into a bun. With the alcohol slowly wearing off you rubbed your eyes as your belly rumbled.

You stepped out the bedroom to hear clattering of dishes and you peeked into the kitchen to see Harry finishing off a second cheese toastie and putting two glasses of tea, one by each plate. “Looks like you’ve found your way around” you smiled. He looked up, a bit stunned that he didn’t hear you make your way in, but nodded. “Figured the least I could do was help around a little, and make the night a bit easier for you” he grinned. You grabbed your plate and cup of tea and brought it to the couch ushering for him to sit beside you and munch away on your snack.

“So, tell me about you mister Styles” you teased. He chuckled, wiping the crumbs off the side of his lips before taking a sip of his tea. “Well what do you wanna know miss gorgeous” he retaliated with a smirk, causing you to blush due to his comment. “Anything, about you” you smiled. “Well…” he started. “Well, i’m a singer, i’ve just finished off my album a while back and it’s set to go out soon-” you shook your head, sipping onto your tea. “Harry, about you. Not your career, not what everyone probably already knows. About you, what do you do in your free time? Favorite food? Anything” you smiled, looking him in the eye to let him know that you were truly interested in getting to know him, and not what the world already know of him, and that’s what had the butterflies erupting in Harry’s belly, because maybe once for a change, he found someone who wanted to know about the real him.

**

It was past two in the morning now, still no sign of your roommate, as Harry craned his neck trying to stretch and not wake up as you fell asleep with your head in his lap on the couch. Harry let out a muffled groan during his stretch and prayed he hadn’t woken you. He gently lifted up your head, gently picking you up and heading to your room. You mumbled some incoherent words, before snuggling close to him before he laid you down in your bed and covered you with your blanket.

He was about to exit the room and make his way out when he heard you mumbling something.

“Mm, stay, don’t go” you whispered. 

“Stay the night” you smiled, peeking a tired eye open ushering him over. He debated for a second, but you repeated yourself, asking him nicely again to join so he did. He slipped off his tight jeans, leaving his tee on and slipped into bed. 

Seconds later, your head was on his chest, snuggled nice and close and Harry couldn’t help but smile as his arm reflectively went around you to keep you close.

This was definitely the start to a new love story, Harry hoped would never end. 

- well he we are my loves, the first installment to the new series (: I hope you enjoyed and please please please don’t be hesitant to request anything, or let me know what you though! all the love! xx
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(Inspired by that one gifset everyone knows)

“You’re such an arse, Potter!” Malfoy yells across the room at me. I don’t even know why he’s mad at me, and yet here we are five minutes later, him screaming like a schoolgirl whose ripped her dress. He started by just cursing softly to himself, and now he’s just yelling.

“What the fuck did I do?” I yell back across the room, before diving below the couch to avoid a stinging hex.

“You know right well what you did!” He screams back, fury in his eyes.

“No, I really don’t” I shoot, though it doesn’t really have the effect I’m going for, considering that I’m squatting behind a couch.

“You are the last blueberry muffin this morning! The LAST ONE!” He says, and I fight not to laugh. He walks over to my hiding spot and stares down into my eyes. “You know what I had to eat, Potter-”

“Oh, so it’s Potter again-”

“I HAD TO EAT THE bRaN MuFfIN! LIKE AN ANIMAL!” He yells, and I’m trying to hard not to laugh that there are nearly tears coming out of my eyes.

“S-sorry…” I say, still trying to stifle my laughter so much that I break out in a coughing fit. His eyes soften just the slightest.

“Do you want some water?” He asks me, the edge still in his voice but less so, and I nod because I can’t stop coughing.

Draco goes into the kitchen for a moment, and then comes back with a glass, and places it on the table. I pick it up gratefully, only to find a cup of ice instead of water. I look to the blonde questioningly, but all he does is smirk, and say

“Wait.”

And then he gets up and leaves the room. He leaves me with a cup of ice, sitting on the floor, and coughing occasionally. Because when Draco Potter gets mad… well… it takes a lot of snogging to fix.

BAN! ERROR 

This skeleton is quite shy and not that sociable. He only have 4 amount of friends, and they are; Fell, reaper, nightmare, and Cross. The 5 of them are really close. 

He loves to read novels and fictions. He also loves to write stories about his past or what is happening to him. He always have this big note book in his backpack , just to write his entries. He also like to call it his “Personal DR note book” 

Ban! Error’s personal Bio

  • Age: 15
  • Height: “5`4
  • nerd
  • not that sociable
  • 9th grader 
  • Cry baby 
  • falls in love fast 

BAN! INK 

This skeleton is known as the bully of his school. A lot of humans and monsters’ adore him (lies). 

He also have his crew; blueberry and Dream sans. The three of them is the most famous bullies. They wont give mercy to anyone, but what if they’ll meet their soulmates? would their dull heart ignite with love and compassion???  

he also despise nerds. His main targets are nerds.

 ban! Ink’s personal Bio

  • Age: 16
  • height: ``5`9
  • Dislikes nerds 
  • flirty
  • very calm
  • secretly loves to draw and paint. 


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Hey guys I am back!! also the BAN! AU (

supposedly I was going to post this yesterday, but I did said ‘tomorrow’ so I sticked to that. so yeah. 

You guys can ask me anything! (it can be related to this!)

I will draw some characters later. like blueberry and fell

also meaning of BAN! is Bully and nerd. 

(just saying, cause people might be confuse what BAN means) 

So in this AU or what I like to call version. Every submissive one are now the Dominant ones, and the Dominant ones became the submissive one. 

Also, this Au is all about ship. sooooo yeah.

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Baby 101

Summary: Lance changes your sons diaper.

Pairing: Lance x Reader (and son)

Warnings: just some daddy Lance :)

A/N: Tomorrow I’ll either upload a part of Tainted Love or BITL so be prepared for either one of those. Anyways this is just a lil Lance drabble, hope ya enjoy :)

You were exhausted. Actually, not even exhausted was the right fit for how you felt at the moment. You were drained; tired but you were still sitting in the rocking chair that was in the living room, holding your son who wouldn’t let you have a five-minute nap.

But maybe, just maybe he would this time. He was calm, eyes fluttering closed and you let out a sweet sigh, a lazy smile spread on your face. Your eyes began to close as well, hoping for even a minute of sleep but that dream was soon crushed  when your son began crying.

Your eyes snap open and land on your baby. “There’s no tears coming from your eyes you faker.”

This made your son wail even more and you groan. “I can’t get five minutes of sleep? Just five minutes?”

Your son continued to cry and you rocked him back and forth. “Where’s your dad at?” you sigh, looking at the front door before turning you gaze back to your baby.

Seeing as the rocking wasn’t helping, you sigh and pull down your shirt to breastfeed. “You hungry, handsome boy? Hmm?”

He wasn’t hungry.

You pull your shirt up and rub his back, trying to calm him down but nothing was helping. It was then that Lance came through the door, hair tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he dropped his bag on the floor. He lets out a sigh and shuts the door, laying his head on the wood.

“Sorry I’m late. Cassie kept messing up her routine so we had to stay even later until she got it right.” He sighed, turning around to you. Cassie was one of his students. She was fourteen years old and super nice.

“It’s okay,” you hummed.

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded over to his son. “What’s wrong with Caleb?”

It’s your turn to sigh. “He won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried everything and-” you pause and lift your son up, smelling him. “He needs his diaper changed. That’s why he’s crying.”

You rub your eyes and sigh once more before moving to get up. Lance – seeing how tired you were – placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit back down. “I’ve got this, baby.”

“Are you sure? I just need to-”

“You’re tired. Go to the room and get some sleep. I’ll watch Caleb.” He cuts you off.

You smile and stand up. “Thank you so much Lance.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “Anything for my wife.” He pulls away and takes your son in his hands. “C’mon my little cabbage, let’s get you changed.”

You smile as you walk to yours and Lance’s shared room. Lance calls Caleb “little cabbage” because the first thing you changed him into was a green onesie and it made him laugh because he looked like a little cabbage.

Upon entering the room, you stretch before climbing into bed and snuggling up. You were almost asleep when you heard Lance talking to your son.

“We gotta let mommy sleep because she’s tired and she needs her beauty sleep. Not that she’s not beautiful already. No, your mommy is the most gorgeous mommy alive and I’m a very lucky guy.” you hear him say and you smile. After his little speech you hear Lance pulling the adhesive tabs off and your eyes widen.

You jump out of bed and run over to Caleb’s nursery. “Lance, wait! You have to-”

You arrive in time to see Caleb peeing all over Lance. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, covering his sons privates with the diaper again. “He pissed all over me!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh but failing immensely. Lance glares at you and you watch the liquid drop off of his chin and onto his shirt.

“You think this is funny?”

You shut your mouth. “No..” but it doesn’t take long for you to burst into laughter once again.

Lance looks over at his son who was gurgling happily and he shakes his head. “Cabbage, what the hell man? You’re not supposed to pee all over daddy.”

Your son only smiles at his father and you grin. “Go change and wash your face, I’ll finish this.”

Lance sighs. “Okay but afterwards you’re taking a nap,” You nod and he smirked at you. “cause you need all the energy you can get now that your doctor cleared you for sex.”

You shake your head at his words, trying not to smile but failing. “Shut up and go change.”

“Will do.” The two of you meet halfway. “But first, kiss me.”

He leans in but you move away quickly. “Lance!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “I’m going.”


A/N: I have a friend named Caleb who I sometimes call cabbage (but I mostly call him Chelsea {Chelsea is the girl version of Caleb I guess you could say} he even signed my get-well card with Chelsea back in 8th grade lmao) so that’s where the inspiration for cabbage comes from lmao. Hope ya liked this lil drabble, tell me what ya think!

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Magpie had taken her to meet the other stage monkeys (“Clever hands, really bad senses of humor,” or so Rufus had explained), and they’d made room for Sussudio as seamlessly as sinking into a warm bath.  

The first meeting with the stage monkeys had been weird, but then the first couple of meetings with anyone were going to be weird, so she just shrugged and dealt with it.  Mother had begged Father, in her timid offhanded way, to get counseling for that very “awkwardness.”  Father had, of course, denied that his perfect daughter could need any such admission of weakness.

Magpie had turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because even when things turned out to be strange or awkward, it was never an uncomfortable awkward.

“I thought you said you had grubbies.”

“I do.  I’m wearing them.”

“You’re wearing ironed jeans.”

So Sussudio  had ended up changing again, into a pair of paint-spattered holey jeans and a t-shirt saying “Everyone is bigger on the inside” that Magpie had rummaged out of her duffle, and half-running half-being-dragged laughing to a huge old building.

The stage was the only lit area.  Six or eight or maybe a dozen people were sprawled, wandering in only to leave again, and in one case seemed to be stretching on the stage.  They were sharing four or five pizza boxes half full of greasy enticing slices of random pizza.

“Hey, here comes trouble!” yelled a huge young blond man.  There was a smear of green paint on his face, streaks of it in his hair, and all over his clothes.  The others called greetings as well, and Magpie flopped with her head into an androgynous person’s lap with every sign of comfort and familiarity.  

Sussudio, standing on the edge of the stage and holding her left wrist tightly with her right hand, fought the urge to flee.  They were so comfortable, they had to be complete, her presence would only make things be uncomfortable, she should go.  She half turned and started to head to the stairs when Magpie made a long arm and grabbed her ankle.

“Everyone, this is Sussudio.  She’s my new roomie.  I’m giving her Ten Days.  Suss, this is Rufus and Lou and Scarlet and Blueberry and Tembo and Emrys and I’m probably forgetting– oh yeah, this beloved person here is X.”

Then Magpie yanked, and Sussudio fell into Rufus’ lap and he caught her and offered her a bite of pizza and somehow awkward and scary turned into unremarkable.  She was new:  so what?  There was laughter and pizza in plenty, and she was welcome to it.

Tembo looked at her and wrinkled… his?  her?  nose.  "No offense, but does your name fit?“

Sussudio chewed fast, swallowed hard, dodged the next bite Rufus offered.  "Uh, I don’t know?  I mean, I read the material, is it wrong?”

“There are no wrong names here.  I mean, maybe if everyone wanted to be named Helga, maybe that’d be confusing, but that still wouldn’t be wrong.  It’s just that while that’s a cool song, it seems kind of limiting.”

Magpie, accepting small bits of pizza crust (and the occasional kiss on forehead or nose or cheek), piped up, “Her dath lig mi.”  She swallowed, then repeated, “Her dad’s like mine.”

Lots of understanding nods.  Tembo wrinkled nose, ran a hand through a mop of straight fine hair, cocked head and looked at Sussudio.

“What are you here for?”

“Music.  My parents wan-”

“Rewind.  What are YOU here for?”

“I… I want to teach.  I want to teach music.  For rehab, you know?  Music is supposed to improve neuroplasticity in people with traumatic brain injuries, and help people who have trouble with organizing their thoughts.  Those things you read about Mozart helping babies to learn?  There isn’t enough proof yet for it to be a standard practice, but there are some very good indications that music helps teach crack babies to self-soothe.  It’s just there’s so MUCH good it can do, that I can do with it.”

Tembo blinked, long and slow.  "Hey Ruf, what’d you say when these two showed up?“

“Here comes trouble.  Same as I always do when Magpie shows up.”

Tembo smiled.  "You had it mostly right, my friend.“  The smile grew into a toothy grin of pure delight.

"Guys and gals and nonbinary pals, I would like to introduce you to our new friend, Treble.”

And that name, too, fit as seamlessly as sinking into a warm bath.  Treble smiled back, did the best seated curtsey she could, and laughed as the others clapped their hands.  Someone kissed the top of her head, then leaned down and stole a slice of pizza.

Treble.  There was lots of room to grow in a name like that.

“So, Treb, we’re thinking of doing Cats.  How are you at stage make-up?”

x

Chanyeol scenario - The waiting game

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Requested 

 Genre: smut, smut and TOO MUCH TEASING!

warnings: bad language, rough-ish sex, light spanking, dirty talk

Summary: After being told by Chen that he is too “clingy” Chanyeol decides to see how well you can resist him. 😉

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Domestic KookMin

Kookmin cuddling in bed, their hands intertwined on top of Kookie’s chest, Kook’s other arm holding Jimin’s waist & sometimes his thumb would draw small circles on Chim’s lower back or hip. Kookie kissing and whispering I love yous & sweet nothings to a sleepy Jimin’s hair/ forehead

Kookmin spooning - Jimin waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, so he carefully tries to remove Kookie’s arm holding his waist. Kookie groans and tightens his hold on Jimin’s waist instead. Jimin turns a bit, kisses Kookie’s nose & whispers he needs to go to the bathroom, Kookie slowly lets go of him and sleepily says “come back quickly”.
After going to the bathroom, Jimin then sneaks outside to go to their kitchen to drink a glass of water. While drinking, he gets startled when he feels a pair of arms snaking around his waist, Kookie comes up behind him, nuzzles his neck and then says “i thought i told you to come back to bed quickly”. Kookie stays attached to his back, nuzzling his neck all the time while he finished his glass of water & placed it on the sink. Jimin turns around in Kook’s hold, right hand holds Kookie’s face & gives him a quick kiss & says “let’s go back to bed”. Jungkook sneaks a hand under Jimin’s shirt to gently rub his tummy, making Jimin put his arms around Kook’s neck & caress his hair, they kiss softly for a few seconds -which felt like years- making Jimin smile into the kiss. Kook then says “bed’s cold without you” before he leads Jimin back to their bedroom while still clinging behind him like a koala.

Date night - it’s Jungkook’s turn to prepare dinner for their date night & he’s trying to do this new recipe he found online to surprise Jimin. He’s able to prepare the food well & is setting the table when Jimin arrives. Since they’re staying home, he tells Jimin to change into comfy clothes before they start eating. He’s only wearing a shirt and sweatpants anyway. Jimin then comes back wearing one of Kook’s oversized shirts which is of course too big on him, the neckline showing his collarbone, and a pair of shorts, making Jungkook bite his lip an smirk. They eat dinner while talking about how their day went and other stuff. When time for dessert came, Kookie says he made blueberry cheesecake & it is still in the fridge. They go to the kitchen, Kookie takes the dessert out & places it on the counter. He then gently lifts a startled Jimin, sits him on the counter too beside the dessert & stands in between his legs. He then alternates feeding Jimin with small bits of the blueberry cheesecake and kissing him.

To my recent unpleasant surprise, allergies aren’t something you’re stuck with your entire life. They are for some people, and my heart goes out to them. I don’t know why we don’t have annual telethons raising money to help lifelong seasonal allergy sufferers pay their Claritin and tissue bills. My mom’s side of the family is where this new nemesis of mine comes from. They didn’t feel the torment of allergies until well into their 20s. I followed a similar path.

Twenty-eight is when things started to go awry. Scratching one small eye itch could trigger an itch that could go on for days and stop just before I took a back-scratcher to my corneas. Things have ramped up since. One sneeze within 10 minutes of waking up is my body’s way of telling me I should sprinkle some blueberries and Benadryl on my morning oatmeal and call it a day. I don’t know what it’s like to breathe through my nose without fear that if I inhale too vigorously I’ll set off a chain reaction of sneezes lasting hours that very well could blow my brain out the back of my skull.

There’s such a wide variety of allergy pills and nasal sprays that finding the one that works best for me is nearly impossible. Once swallowed, some pills will take one look at your genetic makeup and go full diva as they refuse to work with that clown show of body. 

Puberty Sucks But Second Puberty Is Just The God-Awful Worst

I’ve been requesting a Fruit!AU reclist from @victuurificrec for centuries but it seems my pleas are falling on deaf years.  Hopefully this art (which took me no less than 17 hours) will make an impact.

Petition for Hailey to give the people what they want.

anonymous asked:

While discussing/planning a sleepover, the UT/UF/US skelebros crush oh-so-casually mentions having a habit of sleeping nude.

UT!Sans:

Did you just..?  He freezes up.  He starts to sweat.  You look so casual, like that’s not a big deal, when it’s a huge deal.  This could only mean one of two things.  Either you 1) didn’t think he would care because he’s a skeleton and he’s literally made of what’s beneath your skin or 2) you want to jump said bones.  In the first scenario, he’s not attracted to you in the slightest, while in the second, he can’t keep his phalanges off you.  

But which is it?

He can’t process.  He tries to play it cool and forces his grin wider.  "is that so?“  You’re still so nonchalant.  He chuckles, but it sounds a little breathless.  Nope, he’s not picturing you without your clothes, he’s not– okay, so he definitely is.  

”.. is that the naked truth, pal?“

He acts like he doesn’t care, and as much as he’d like to make the sleepover one that would include his bed, he knows he’s going to end up on the couch.  Under no circumstances is Sans going to let Papyrus possibly walk in on you.  

UT!Papyrus:

Y..YOU DO WHAT?!  Oh, is it getting hot in here, or is it just him?  Papyrus is blushing and shifty-eyed, looking anywhere but at you.  Is that a normal human thing?  Sh..should he sleep nude as well?  Is this a normal sleepover thing?  It must be, and surely, you were being nice by kindly pointing it out to him.

Papyrus is nothing if not a COOL GUY, however, and as such, he keeps his cool.  

“S..SO DO I!  IN FACT, I WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT LIKE TO SLEEP IN MY RACECAR BED WITH ME!  W-WITHOUT CLOTHES!  NO CLOTHES!  LIKE NORMAL SLEEPOVER TIMES!  COMPLETELY NORMAL!  W..WITH ALL YOUR SKIN EXPOSED, AND M-MY BONES!  IN MY BED!  SLEEPING!”

Nailed it.

US!Sans:

True to his nickname, Blueberry blushes bright blue and fidgets with his gloves.  Is that something you’re going to do during the sleepover?  Oh no!  Now he’s picturing what it’ll be like!  That’s disrespectful, so he shakes his head hard to dispel the wanton images.  

“R..REALLY?  WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO WEAR SOMETHING TOMORROW.  Y-YOU DON’T WANT PAPY TO ACCIDENTALLY SEE YOU!”  Now that he’s thinking about it, he doesn’t like the idea of his brother walking in on you.  "Y-YEAH, DEFINITELY NOT!  BUT IF YOU LIKE.. YOU COULD WEAR ONE OF MY SHIRTS TO BED!“

Now the idea of you sleeping in one of his shirts has him staring at you with literal stars in his eyesockets.  Are you really going to disappoint that face?  Of course you’re going to wear his shirt.

US!Papyrus:

Outwardly, it doesn’t phase him.  His grin doesn’t falter, he doesn’t stumble over any words– nothing.  But his hands are clenched into fists in his hoodie pockets, and you’ve actually thrown him for a loop with that little tidbit.  He’s trying to figure out how to utilize this information to his advantage.  "well, guess you won’t be sleeping on the couch then,” he drawls, twirling a sucker stem between his teeth.  "you can sleep in my bed.  not like it’ll  bother me.“  

His grin suddenly stretches.

“in fact, i sleep in the nude, too.  so if we’re in the same bed, we’ll be..”  He pauses, leaning in with that absolute shit-eating grin.  ”skin and bones.“

You’re either totally into it or he’s just blown any chance he ever had with you, but he decides to roll the dice anyway.

UF!Sans:

The moment you mention it, his eyelights turn into super-tiny pin-pricks.  Did he just hear that right?  Surely, he can’t be THAT lucky.  The mental image makes him start drooling immediately, right in front of you.  "o..ohhh, dollface, y-you really sl-sleep stark naked?”   His nervous stutter is back–or maybe it’s just difficult to speak with all the saliva built up in his mouth.  "what, uh, what a coincidence, sw-sweetheart.“  He swallows hard.  "so do i~.”  

His smirk could either be interpreted to be creepy or endearing, depending on your taste in skeletal men.    Whether or not you were serious about the sleeping in the nude thing doesn’t matter to him; he’s going to end up calling you into his bedroom at some point, and he’s going to be laid out with all his bones on glorious display.

“i told ya i sleep sans-clothes, sweetheart.”

UF!Papyrus:

WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?  He pauses in the middle of setting the ground rules for the sleep-over, his jaw closing with an audible click.  He’s super quiet for an uncomfortable full three minutes, which has to be a record for him.  Papyrus isn’t even envisioning the image; nope, he’s just checked out.

Human nudity doesn’t really do it for him, except in the weird “OH THERE’S A SKELETON UNDER THERE SOMEWHERE” way, but he likes you, and if he’s honest with himself.. he’d like to see.  BUT WAIT, EXPOSING YOURSELF DURING A (PLATONIC) SLEEPOVER IS JUST PLAIN INDECENT!   When he checks back in, he’s pissed off about it.  He proceeds to lecture you about how it’s inappropriate behavior and you need to stop the practice at once, even in your own home because WHAT ABOUT INTRUDERS?!  YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR ANY SITUATION!  ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO FIGHT THEM OFF IN THE NUDE?!  WHAT IF YOUR HOUSE CATCHES ON FIRE AND YOU HAVE TO RUN INTO YOUR YARD WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES?!  

His face is getting redder and redder, and he goes on for the next thirty minutes without giving you the chance to speak.  Needless to say, you’re going to be wearing clothes.

Be More Chill Senior Year, Everything About This Makes Me Want to Die

‘You’re not eating that.’ The SQUIP had just shocked Jeremy’s hand making him let go of the poptart he had just been holding, letting it fall to the ground.

“Ow! Why not?”

‘Poptarts are sugar coated calories that neither your teeth nor your stomach need.’

“What’s wrong with my teeth?”

'Jeremy there’s more yellow on them than there is on a school bus. I don’t care how bad Michael’s teeth may be, trust me; he’s not going to find the ugly stains attractive.’

“What am I supposed to way then?”

'Grab a water and some blueberries.’

“But I don’t have blueberries.”

'Yes you do, behind the milk carton.’ Heading over to the fridge Jeremy saw the SQUIP was right and there was an unopened container of blueberries in the corner. 'Hurry before you miss the bus.’ Shoving the blueberries down his mouth Jeremy ran to the bus stop, catching it just before it could leave. 'See? After last night your cardio it’s already improving.’

Looking around the bus Jeremy was surprised when Michael doesn’t get on at his stop before shrugging it off. Maybe his car got fixed.

'Unlikely, studying the data from when we took the car to the shop I’d approximate it will be another two weeks before it’s even functioning again.’

Jeremy hated having something in his head knowing what he was thinking all the time it was annoying. The bus came to a stop allowing Jeremy and the rest of the students to get off. Heading into the school he stopped dead in his tracks the instant he saw it. Michael and Rich; kissing.

'Even by my calculations this is…unexpected.’

“What the fuck?”

'Do you want to say that a little louder so the rest of the world can hear you too Jeremy?’

“How?”

'You’ll never know unless you ask them.’

“What?”

'It’s called being a cockblock.’ The SQUIP guided Jeremy across the hall before suddenly stopping causing him to fall face first in front of them.

“Ow.”

“Jeremy, are you okay?” Looking up he saw Michael had bent down sticking out a hand that Jeremy accepted allowing him to get up.

“Sorry, I just ugh-tripped!”

“It’s okay dude.”

“Just one question though, when did you and Rich?”

“Last night,” Rich chimed in Jake conveniently walked by.

“We ran into each other-”

“-at the park.”

“We’re already finishing each other’s-”

“-sandwiches!”

“That’s what I was gonna say!” They giggled at this making both Jeremy and the SQUIP internally groan.

'Great, something else to take care of.’ The minute bell rang as both Michael and Rich left together. 'This was supposed to be easier than Christine but no. Jeremy there had to be somebody else you like.’

“It’s Michael, and what do you mean take care of?”

'That’s not important now, what is? Getting to class on time.’ The CPU sent a shock through his body, 'Move it!’

~~

“So you think Jeremy bought it?”

“Totally.”

“Hopefully everyone else will too.”

“I feel kind of bad, I mean this is hurting Jake.”

“It’s just a little payback Michael, no big deal.” They sat in the janitor’s closet playing Summoners War while they had this conversation. “Jake goes into the gym in a few minutes and we’re going to have to come out at just the right moment so that he can see us…hmm hey let me see your hair.” Bending down Michael let Rich ruffle his hair before backing away. “Okay now it looks more realistic.” Michael rolled his eyes at that.

“Maybe you should let part of your tank top hang off you too.”

“That’s a great idea!”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“And I don’t care, hey here he comes!” Pocketing his phone Michael let himself be pulled out of the closet just as Jake walked by. “Oh yeah Michael that was-Oh Jake. Didn’t see you there.” Michael watched as the taller teen stared at them before turning around and walking the other way.

~~

'Jeremy, when you smile try to do it with your mouth closed. It will make you at least three percent more attractive.’ Jeremy sat at the lunch table, sipping his laughter at Jenna’s story to immediately cover his mouth. 'What did I say about slouching?’ Jeremy immediately sat up straight before the SQUIP could shock him. 'Good.’

“You have to tell me all about it.” Jenna’s attention had now been redirected to Rich and Michael who nervously looked at each other.

“It just you know, happened.”

“Come on there had to be more than that. I want the juicy details!”

“There are no details. We just hooked up.”

“What about poor Jake? Play practice is going to be so awkward now.”

“Who cares about Jake? Hey did you guys…” Jeremy could only stare at Michael as he talked, not hearing a word that was said.

'Time to initiate Plan B.’