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ANON QUESTIONS

1 - Who was the last person you texted? 2 - When is your birthday? 3 - Who do you want to be with right now? 4 - What sports do you play? 5 - Who is the first person in your contacts? 6 - What is your favorite song as of the moment? 7 - If you were stranded on an island, who do you wish to be with? 8 - What do you feel right now? 9 - What chocolate is your favorite? 10 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have? 11 - Why did you create a Tumblr account? 12 - Who is your favorite blogger? 13 - Where do you want to be right now? 14 - What do you want to be in the future? 15 - When was the last time you cried? Why? 16 - Are you happy? 17 - Who do you miss? 18 - If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life? 19 - What was the best thing you were given? 20 - Who was the last person who called you? 21 - What is your favorite dish? 22 - Who is your bestfriend? 23 - What is your biggest regret? 24 - Have you ever cheated on your partner? 25 - Who do you spend crazy moments with? 26 - Name someone pretty. 27 - Who was the last person you hugged? 28 - What kind of music do you listen to? 29 - Are you over your past? 30 - Who is the last person in your contacts? 31 - What kind of person do you want to date? 32 - Do you have troubles sleeping at night? 33 - From whom was the last text message you received? 34 - What do you prefer, jeans or skirt? 35 - How’s your heart? 36 - Did you ever have a girlfriend/boyfriend whose name starts with a “J”? 37 - Do you like someone as of the moment? 38 - What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend? 39 - Do you have any phobias? 40 - Did you try to change for a person? 41 - What’s the nicest thing have you given to someone? 42 - Would you go back to your previous relationship? 43 - Are you in a good or bad mood? 44 - Name someone you can’t live without. 45 - Describe your dream date. 46 - Describe your dream wedding. 47 - How many roses did you receive last Valentine’s? 48 - Have you ever been kissed? 49 - How long is your longest relationship? 50 - Do you regret your past? 51 - Can you do something stupid for someone else? 52 - Have you ever cried over someone? 53 - Do you have a grudge against anyone? 54 - Are you a crybaby? 55 - Do people praise you for your looks? 56 - Did you fall for someone you shouldn’t? 57 - Have you ever done something bad but you don’t regret? 58 - Do you like getting hurt? 59 - Does anyone hate you? 60 - Did you slap anyone whose name starts with an “R”? 61 - What hair color do you prefer? 62 - If you can change anything about yourself, what is it? 63 - Do you love someone as of the moment? 64 - Have you ever thought of killing yourself? 65 - Do you have issues with somebody in your school? 66 - Can you live without internet? 67 - What’s the song that remind you of your special someone? 68 - Are you good at holding back your tears? 69 - Are you a crybaby? 70 - Have you ever experienced being hysterical? 71 - Are you a KPOP fan? 72 - Do you study hard? 73 - Have you ever sacrificed something important to you for someone you love? 74 - Did you ever had a kiss under the moonlight? 75 - Have you ever ridden a boat? 76 - Did you have an accident last year? 77 - What kind of person are you? 78 - Have you ever thought of killing someone? 79 - Have you ever been jealous? 80 - How can you prove your love to someone? 81 - What are you thinking right now? 82 - Who is the 6th person in your contacts? 83 - Do you have any memories you want to erase? 84 - Have you been hurt so bad that you can’t find words to explain how you feel? 85 - Did you ever badmouth someone? 86 - Have you ever had an argument with someone? 87 - Do you have trust issues? 88 - Are you broken-hearted? 89 - Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”? 90 - Do you think all the pain is worth it? 91 - Do you believe in the phrase “If it’s meant to be, it will be”? 92 - Who do you want to marry? 93 - Do you believe in destiny? 94 - Have you ever thought “I already found my soulmate”? 95 - How do you look right now? 96 - Do you believe that first true love never dies? 97 - Have you found your true love? 98 - What should you be doing right now? 99 - Name one of your ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends. 100 - What is your sexual orientation? 101 - Did you ever feel like you’re not good enough? 102 - How old are you? 103 - What age do you get mistaken for? 104 - Who is your celebrity crush? 105 - What is your OTP? 106 - What is your favorite book/series? 107 - Who is your favoroite author? 108 - What is your favorite band? 109 - What is your favorite TV show? 110 - What is your favorite movie? 111- Post a picture of yourself. 112 - Post an old picture of yourself.

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JUST ANOTHER PSA FOR YALL SO LISTEN UP

So they just released the announcement that they are auditioning for the new be more chill cast. I am as hype as anyone else for this musical being brought back to life but the thing that ruins the hype immediately is that people are ALREADY hating the new actors (which haven’t even been chosen yet) cause they wont be the same as the og cast.

We all love the original bmc cast. Will is amazing, George is amazing. Katie, Gerard, Jake, etc. all of the original cast was so amazing but that doesn’t mean the new cast cant be just as good. The new cast hasn’t even been chosen and I’ve already seen people saying things like “no matter who they cast as Michael they are nothing compared to George” or “the new cast is gonna suck compared to the original” and its sick.

We need to treat the new cast with the same love and respect as we do with the original cast. Ofc the new cast aren’t going to be exact copies of the original actors, but the new actors are being chosen for a reason. The new cast is being chosen because the directors think they are going to do something special with the character and bring the same passion to the role as the previous actor did. It makes me sad to see so many people already hating on people we don’t even know about yet because they aren’t going to be exact copies of the original cast

The new be more chill is going to be amazing, and the whole new cast and crew are going to do everything to make it the best show ever for their audience. We need to treat the new cast with respect instead of hating them for not being exactly like the original. The new cast might not be exactly the same as before, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t good and that they don’t deserve respect.

Bottom line: when the cast for be more chill is released please treat them with respect because they are going to do everything they can to give you the best show ever

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100 Ways to Say ‘I Hate You’

I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some  them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.

“You’re a disappointment to me.”

“I don’t care if you live or die.”

“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”

“Go. Just go.”

“If you come back, I won’t be here.”

“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”

“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”

“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”

“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”

“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”

“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”

“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”

“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”

“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”

“I don’t care.”

“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”

“You’re such a piece of shit.”

“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“Why do I waste my time with you?”

“You’re not the person I thought you were.”

“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”

“I deserve so much better.”

“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”

“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”

“I never want to see you again.”

“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”

“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”

“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”

“I wish you were never born.”

“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”

“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”

“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”

“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”

“I don’t know what they see in you.”

“You’re an embarrassment to me.”

“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”

“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”

“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”

“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”

“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”

“How can you even live with yourself?”

“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”

“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”

“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”

“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”

“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”

“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”

“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”

“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”

“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”

“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”

“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”

“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”

“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”

“Stop making me look bad.”

“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”

“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”

“Go play in traffic.”

“Fuck off.”

“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”

“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”

“I can’t even look at you right now.”

“It was all a lie.”

“I never loved you, and I never will.”

“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”

“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”

“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”

“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”

“You’re everything I hate in a person.”

“I wish you were dead.”

“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”

“What a sad sack of shit you are.”

“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”

“How could you? You bastard!”

“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”

“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”

“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”

“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”

“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”

“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”

“I can’t stand people like you.”

“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”

“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”

“I can’t wait to dance on your grave.”

“If we were the last two people on earth, I’d be subtracting one.”

“I never want to see the likes of your filth around here again.”

“I’m disgusted by you.”

“Fuck you!”

“If I ever see you again, it will be far too soon.”

“I have three words for you: Burn. In. Hell.”

“I hate you.”

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Christine Canigula X Reader

Submitted by: @sugarfreeslushies Prompt: “You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

The blank piece of paper stared back at you, the wordless sheet seeming to taunt you. Your pencil was poised above the paper, ready to write. Except you had nothing to write. Absolutely nothing. You tightened your grip around the pencil, wracking your brain for something, anything to write about. Nothing. You groaned in frustration as you slammed your pencil onto your desk. You glared at the blank page, as if this writers block was its fault. In reality you knew your dry streak had nothing to do with this particular page, but it was nice to have something to blame. You were torn from your frustrated thoughts by a loud buzzing. You reached over to pick up the vibrating phone, the sound lessening once it was off the desk. You glanced at the ID, unsure if you really wanted to hold a conversation. But your anxiety washed away when you spotted the name at the top of the screen. Butterflies fluttered about your stomach, making the tiniest smile pull at your lips. “Hey, Christine,” you said, placing the call on speaker as you placed the phone back on the desk. “Hi (Y/N)!” Christine chirped happily, the excited bounce in her voice making your smile widen. “Watchu up to?” “Writing,” you said. “Well, I’m trying to. I’m kind of out of ideas.” “I can help!” You could almost see Christine’s eyes lighting up. “Well I dunno-” “I heard that you just need a change of scenery!” “No, I just need to actually use my brain.” Christine scoffed. “You can’t force imagination. Let’s go out! It’ll help!” “I’m in pajamas,” you mumbled. “Get dressed!” Christine was practically buzzing with excitement. You sighed, defeated. “Fine, fine.” An hour later and you were being dragged through the streets by Christine. A giddy grin was spread over her face, the twist of her lips looking as bright as the sun itself. Though you were more focused on the way her fingers slotted between yours, making little sparks fly up your arm. “Where-Where are we going?” you asked, tearing your eyes away from your connected hands. “To the park,” smiled Christine. “Whenever I need some peace and quiet, I go to the park. There’s this bench by the lake that I always sit on when I need to run lines. Well, not always, but whenever I’m running them at the park, I sit on that bench!” A faint pink peppered her cheeks. “I figured it might help you.” A soft smile tugged at your lips as you stared at her, amazement clear in your eyes. “Sorry,” mumbled Christine, her cheeks slowly darkening. “Is this weird? We can go do something else if you like-” “No!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening the slightest bit. “No. It’s perfect. Thank you.” Christine’s grin reappeared, somehow even wider than before, and she squeezed your hand as she continued to drag you down the path. “C'mon!” she beamed. “We’re almost there!” True to her word, it was only a few more minutes before you were walking through the park. The world around you was steadily growing darker as the sun lowered in the sky, making a pool of anxiety form in your stomach. “Are you sure it’s okay to be out here so late?” you frowned. “What if some creepy guy comes after us.” “It’s not that late,” insisted Christine. “Besides, the bench is pretty well hidden. I doubt anyone will even see us.” She had barely finished speaking before she was pushing back a low tree branch, revealing an old bench. It was covered in leaves and the paint was chipped, but it still brought a smile to your face. The bench was surrounded by large bushes as well as an enormous willow tree in the back, all of which hid the bench from view entirely. The only way you would be able to see the bench was from across the lake, and even then it would be too far away to make out any faces. The lake wasn’t anything spectacular. It was tinted a little green, bits of grass peaking out through the water, but the setting sun hit it in such an angle that water almost looked like it was sparkling. “I can see why you like this place,” you murmured, feeling breathless. “It’s pretty, right?” smiled Christine. She sat carefully on the bench, patting the space next to her. “Sometimes I just like to come here and think. It’s calming.” You sat next to her, a fond smile playing on your lips. your eyes didn’t leave her face as you muttered, “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” “Sometimes, in the Spring, there’ll be little flowers here,” smiled Christine, kicking her foot across the dirt. “Oh! And sometimes there are ducks on the lake! One time, one came right up to me! Well, not right up to me. It was just standing on the edge of the land, but it was pretty close!” You chuckled. “That sounds awesome.” Christine turned to smile at you, her soft lips perked up only the littlest bit as her eyes sparkled almost shyly. “Is it helping?” “What?” “With your writer’s block?” Christine questioned. “Are you getting any ideas?” You took your time before answering. You stared over the lake, watching as it rippled. You watched the grass waver in the wind, inspected the leaves of the willow tree wave lazily back and fourth. You took in the area around you, feeling calmer than you had all week. “Yeah,” you eventually murmured. “It’s helping a lot.” “Really‽” grinned Christine, perking up at the words. “What ideas do you have?” You smiled cheekily. “You’ll have to wait and see.” A few days later the two of you were sitting on the same bench, Christine’s eyes staring at the pile of papers in your hands as you held them tightly on your lap. “It’s only a rough draft,” you said, your heart stuttering nervously in your chest. “It’s not perfect. So, just, be patient…especially with spelling errors and such, there will probably be a lot of those-” “(Y/N),” Christine said, an encouraging laugh rippling past her lips. “I’m sure it’ll be great.” She reached out for the papers, a small smile on her lips. For a moment you hesitated. You were no stranger to sharing your work with Christine, she read nearly all of your writing, but this one…this one was different. With a deep breath, you handed the papers to Christine. “You’re a big inspiration for this,” you blurted. At seeing her raised eyebrows, looking almost surprised, you added, “Honestly! You taking me here really helped. It gave me-” You swallowed thickly. “It gave me the perfect idea.” Christine shot you one last smile before turning her eyes to the papers on her lap. As the minutes dragged on, you were starting to get more and more nervous. You fiddled your fingers nervously and your eyes darted around the small area, searching for something to distract yourself. But there was nothing. Nothing that could take your mind off the words Christine was reading. “(Y/N)…This is beautiful,” whispered Christine. “The description is amazing. Is this about the bench‽” You nodded, taking your lower lip between your teeth. “Mostly.” Christine sent you a quizzical look. “Mostly?” “Keep reading,” you whispered, keeping your eyes trained on the group. Christine did as instructed, curiosity shining in her eyes. “You should write a play,” Christine blabbered mindlessly as she read. “Then I could be in it and we could use this background wouldn’t that be fun�� Think about it! It would be such a pretty background and I’m sure the crew would love making it-” She stopped suddenly, the words catching in her throat. Silence settled over the two of you as she stared at the paper, her lips forming a perfect ‘O’. “Is…Is this about me?” You nodded slowly. “Wow.” “I’m sorry,” you rambled. “It’s just that you looked so pretty and you seemed to excited and happy and I wanted to capture that. And you probably think I’m super weird now or something because people don’t call their friends 'the sun’s light’ or describe their smile as 'a ray of sunshine’ or talk about their friends as if they’re the sun like every other paragraph-” And then Christine laughed. Actually laughed. And as much as the sound filled your stomach with butterflies, it also somehow caused dread to seep through your veins. “It’s okay,” smiled Christine. “It’s sweet.” Relief washed over you as you felt a smile tug at your lips. “Really‽” “Yeah,” murmured Christine. “No one’s ever compared me to the sun so many times before.” You chuckled quietly, feeling your cheeks grow hot. “It’s flattering,” smiled Christine. “Thank you.” She leaned over, pecking your cheek gently. You reached up to touch the tingling spot that her lips had touched, feeling your cheeks somehow get darker. “Th-Thank you,” you mumbled. “I’m glad you liked the…the thing.” You gestured awkwardly to the papers in her hands. Christine laughed. “I love it.” “So,” you murmured, glancing shyly up at the other girl. “Can I kiss you?” Christine’s head whipped around to face you, a broad grin playing on her lips. “Take me on a date first.”

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Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

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If you are beginning your semester of school this upcoming week or sometime soon; I am wishing that you transition smoothly into your academic environment. I hope that you develop comfortable relationships with your professors and instructors. I pray that any financial burdens that have arisen be resolved timely and easily.

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✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. four )   ❜

         (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  you don’t feel strange at all? not even a little bit?  ’ ‘  oh shit, waddup! i’m taking a selfie with some demons, yooo. hell yeah, whaaa!!  ’ ‘  you’re insufferable.  ’ ‘  yeah, i’m just gonna… get some fucking holy water.  ’ ‘  i’ve lived my life with one adage and that’s don’t fuck with demons.  ’ ‘  i just love seeing you squirm!  ’ ‘  okay, tell your spooky story!  ’ ‘  i think this is all bullshit.  ’ ‘  we better get out of this house, somebody knocked our little bear out of his little wicker chair.  ’ ‘  you’re telling me you wouldn’t be unnerved by going upstairs and seeing a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it?  ’ ‘  what the fuck? oh shit! no!! where’s my holy water?  ’ ‘  what the fuck? oh shit! no!!  ’ ‘  where’s my holy water?  ’ ‘  it’s just a flashlight! it rolls, it’s cylindrical!  ’ ‘  here’s the thing– this is what i fucking love about like, paranormal evidence. people are always clamoring for it, right? like ‘where’s the evidence,’ and then when the evidence is finally they’re like, ‘fake!’  ’ ‘  if you slit my throat tonight, i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that.  ’ ‘  will you haunt me for the rest of my life?  ’ ‘  no, i won’t haunt you cause i’ll be dead. ghosts aren’t real.  ’ ‘  that demon’s racist!  ’ ‘  fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house.  ’ ‘  this demon’s what’s wrong with hollywood.  ’ ‘  whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect this demon.  ’ ‘  you’ve lost your mind!  ’ ‘  here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo.  ’ ‘  fuck this house. fuck this house so hard.  ’ ‘  here’s the thing, i discount almost 100% of all of ‘i saw it in the middle of the night’ things because sleep paralysis, often times, most people wake up and see shit.  ’ ‘  if i wake up tonight and there’s this grotesque looking thing laying next to me and just staring at me with it’s fucking stupid beady eyes open, i’m gonna shit myself. there’s gonna be poo in my sleeping bag.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna sleep closer to you, i don’t care.  ’ ‘  every little pin drop that you hear, every little creak, it’s gonna make your butthole tighten.  ’ ‘  i think it would be a sleep-full night for me if it weren’t for you.  ’ ‘  annnnnd nope, i’m man enough to admit that this is not happening tonight. i can’t. it’s not happening ever.  ’ ‘  you givin’ up?  ’ ‘  i just think it’s silly to give up at the last minute, but whatever. you know, it’s no big deal.  ’ ‘  did you just call the demon a motherfucker?  ’ ‘  i don’t give a shit now, i’m gone.  ’ ‘  peace out, bitches. go fuck yourself. you were truly awful and i hate you.  ’ ‘  this is the happiest moment of my life.  ’ ‘  i think it was just a wonderful coincidence.  ’ ‘  i’m glad it happened because i got to see you turn into a babbling mess.  ’ ‘  i’m happy to let you believe in this ‘cause i think it’s fun that you believe in it, cause if we go to more places, it’s gonna be fun to watch you freak out some more. so great.  ’ ‘  let’s just call it unsolved, how ‘bout that?  ’ ‘  but we sure had fun!  ’ ‘  he looks really happy, actually. look at that little face. he looks like he’s eatin’ grapes.  ’ ‘  that’s really interesting, let’s get the fuck out of here.  ’ ‘  i don’t wanna imagine that. can’t you just let me enjoy the moment for once?  ’ ‘  what a trip its been. we’ve seen a lot of stuff. seen spiders, we’ve seen… ghouls.  ’ ‘  this looks like disney land. i wouldn’t be surprised if they got cotton candy in there.  ’ ‘  yuk it up, man. yuk it up. you’re really enjoying this, but when the lights go off, this may be a little different.  ’ ‘  you’re full of shit if you do not feel strange right now.  ’ ‘  i assure you in like half of the places you’ve been, people have died there. people have probably died in the chipotle we just ate at.  ’ ‘  well then that’s why she didn’t live forever! cause she found a loophole!  ’ ‘  i won’t argue that your logic is flawed. i just hate it because it’s detrimental to my argument.  ’ ‘  you think the ghosts just checked in every like 3 to 5 years?  ’ ‘  this is a theory. i’m just stating a theory.  ’ ‘  no one builds a house like this because they have arthritis. no one says, ‘oh, my knuckles feel a little funny. i’m gonna build a house with 500 rooms.’  ’ ‘  i hear ya, man. i agree with ya. i’m just saying this is a theory that people believe… and i’m relaying the theory.  ’ ‘  those people are idiots.  ’ ‘  i mean, you know what the doctor says: ‘nothing’s better for arthritis than a two story drop to the floor below’ right?  ’ ‘  although, i will say, i cannot imagine communicating with spirits produces any kind of receipt.  ’ ‘  that’d be– yeah. i… i agree with your calling of bullshit.  ’ ‘  good! i’m glad we agree on something for once.  ’ ‘  i’m gonna lock myself in here with the ghosts.  ’ ‘  i knew that you were gonna do that and it still scared me. fuck you.  ’ ‘  hey, man. calm down!  ’ ‘  you almost scared me to death – i’m never gonna forgive you for that. hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.  ’ ‘  there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. you can’t see gravity – that’s real.  ’ ‘  i can’t see gravity? yeah, i can drop an apple.  ’ ‘  hey, ghosts! tussle my hair. give me a little purple nurple or something, let’s have some fun!  ’ ‘  you’re the worst.  ’ ‘  if i have to spend one more moment looking at your silly face, i think i might murder you myself.  ’ ‘  we’re on our way to a nightmare.  ’ ‘  you’re on your way to a nightmare. i’m on my way to a nice retreat.  ’ ‘  this is a mistake.  ’ ‘  there’s also a thunderstorm rolling in so that’s fun.  ’ ‘  he looks fine. look at him! the kids fine and now i feel like a big weenie.  ’ ‘  you are a big weenie.  ’ ‘  this is the beginning of a horror movie right now.  ’ ‘  that’s an ominous cloud in the sky. some very atmospheric thunder.  ’ ‘  well, this seems all horrible and awful in general.  ’ ‘  look, there’s spiders everywhere, so that’s nice.  ’ ‘  see, i’m more concerned about the spiders than the ghosts.  ’ ‘  i thought i got bit in the asscheeks by a spider.  ’ ‘  anytime i get even remotely spooked, i just look to the monkey with the sunglasses.  ’ ‘  is that a bed? is that a guy? should we poke it with a stick?  ’ ‘  uhh, sure. if that’s what it’s gonna take to get us out of here then yes, i believe in all of this.  ’ ‘  this is a fucking nightmare.  ’ ‘  what the fuck was that?! holy shit balls!  ’ ‘  okay, i don’t care what his favorite was – fuck that, let’s go.  ’ ‘  toodaloo, can’t say it was pleasurable.  ’ ‘  fuck everything about that place.  ’ ‘  ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe this one. it’s very strange.  ’ ‘  my interest is piqued.  ’ ‘  they’re making their kids work seven days a week? my parents would maybe be like, ‘empty the dishwasher’ on a… you know, a thursday, and i’d be like, ‘this is bullshit.’   ’ ‘  i guess i’d run away from my parents if they made me work seven days a week, especially if i was shoveling horse shit and moving dirt.  ’ ‘  i’d fake my own death.  ’ ‘  you strike me as one of those idiots who likes to put their phone down and walk into the middle of the woods and experience nature and all that bullshit.  ’ ‘  either way, leaving your house in this day and age without your phone, without your credit cards, that’s already a death sentence. you can’t do that.  ’ ‘  this is what happens when you live on a farm.  ’ ‘  what wide generalization are you gonna make about people on farms right now?  ’ ‘  i just think you gotta read some– some culture, eh, watch some two and a half men, i don’t care. just connect to popular media and know what the world is thinking, otherwise you go nuts.  ’ ‘  yeah, ‘cause nothing says sanity and civilization like a red robin resturant, right?  ’ ‘  how much trouble could a family of farmers get into?  ’ ‘  farmers and bears don’t mix. they don’t put bears on farms.  ’ ‘  i imagine this is a little bit more than they bargained for when they were trying to find that pikachu.  ’ ‘  that’s fucking terrifying.  ’ ‘  you just lock your door. you’re in a car, drive away. that’s not that scary. and then, you know, if the doors don’t work and he starts breaking a window, then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer.  ’ ‘  then guess what? time to die. and that’s a bummer.  ’ ‘  what point does the fear come in? about when the life is draining out of my body.  ’ ‘  oh yeah, excuse the public for wondering about your safety, sir.  ’ ‘  this does make me realize i don’t give people the middle finger enough.  ’ ‘  i guess i’ll just go fuck myself then.  ’ ‘  i’m not gonna go find my kids if i’m trying to get off the grid. off the grid, no more kids.  ’ ‘  alright, well… once again, we’ve solved nothing.  ’ ‘  do you think you could become part of a shared delusion?  ’ ‘  every time i’ve ever offered even a little bit of a delusional thought, you immediately shut it down.  ’ ‘  no one thinks they’re susceptible to shared delusions and then it happens.  ’ ‘  what if we’re in a shared delusion right now?  ’ ‘  is this all in our mind?  ’ ‘  it could be all in our mind. this could be the most elaborate delusion of all and we’re talking we’re talking about delusions which, in term, is actually a weird delusional loop.  ’

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Practice makes perfect?! { Michael Mell x Reader }

A/N: This is based on an AU Fic I’m currently developing, it’s slightly based on Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea (more like, I got inspired by the soundtrack to write it) ; I might make this multichapter, maybe not, I’ll see. The full work would be way darker, this is a more lighthearted version, to be honest.

Quick rundown, Reader is a Royal, Michael is their childhood crush (and Jeremy is their childhood friend??), this is sent in a Fantasy-ish setting with ~magic~ , the original game plan was Jeremy/Reader for this AU but this scenario fitted better for Michael/Reader, so idk, in this AU they are in a Poly Relationship? I’m not sure, it was a wild idea of mine.

TW; light injuries (nothing serious) ; swearing

Wordcount: 1,871

Fresh, salty air fills your nose and you take a delighted sigh. You adore your little, secret spot by the cliffs.

Here, you usually are alone, here is your place to blow off some steam and be for yourself.

The only noise you're having here, is the more or less vigerous crashing of the waves against the rocky cliffs beneath you and today, there wasn't much noise.

You were thankful for that, it was exactly the calmness you needed today since you weren't feeling your exact prime today.

Grazing your fingertips against the rough and dry periderm of the tree you were leaning against, your gaze goes to the Horizon. The Ocean is glistening like a sea of diamonds and pearls under the bright sun, the waves move soft and easy today.

Shifting your view to the harbour of your hometown you see a countless amount of ships, the small ones of the fishermen and bigger ships, from foreign kingdoms, you suspect.

All in all, there should not be anything to be upset or worry about. Today, is a mellow and beautiful day, a day that should be lived without any worries.

You know better though, there will be a banquet soon, where way too many royals from other kingdoms would be attending, you'd be under stress to keep up a good posture and make your family name appear in a good light-

„{Y/N}?“- You scoff a little, how come you imagine the voice of your childhood friend and crush, the son of the Royal Judge and a mere Swordsman, Michael M-

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and a shriek escapes your mouth, you scramble and grab the nearest object to defend yourself with against the intruder. Your magical powers were limited to a pitiful amount,

A wooden stick. Panting you begin to actually register who is standing infront of you. The dark haired boy looks just as terrified as you, he has stepped a bit back, not to be too threateningly close to you.

The stick drops from your grip and you quickly get up.

„M-Michael, oh god, I'm so sorry“, you begin to apologize to the recovering boy, who just nods a little irritatedly and starts to make gestures, showing you to calm and most importantly, slow down.

He finally clears his throat and speaks up, „{Y/N}, hey, uh, it's okay? I guess? I mean, you tried to attack me with a stick just now, but, uh, really it's cool.“ His expression is still a little twisted into a confused and threatened one but he recovers.

A comforting smile graces his lips and it makes your heart sing.

It relieves you to hear he isn't mad at you for your childish move.

„So“, he begins again, motioning you to sit down with him again, you note, he made the time to see you and it honours you, „What's wrong {Y/N}? When I saw you in town this morning, you seemed pretty low.“

Totally ignoring his question, you shoot „How did you find me here?“ right back at him. He sighs and runs his hand through his short, dark hair.

„{Y/N}, you know you told me about this place before, right?“

Oh, you do remember telling him about it, Michael is intelligent and doesn't forget things like these too easily.

A sigh escapes your lips and you nod slowly. The boy deserves his explaination now.

„Actually, yeah, I'm not feeling too good right now“, you reply and fumble a little with the sleeves of your navy tunic. You're glad he's here with you and is willing to listen to you.

„You probably heard of the upcoming banquet, yeah? Well, it kind of stresses me out, you know how shitty I am with magic and I definitely do not want to cast a negative light onto my parents' name.“

Towards the end of your vent, your voice gets quieter and you drop your head so your forehead touches your knees.

„When's the banquet exactly, I kind of forgot“, he inquires and you feel his eyes on you.

„In about a month from now on“, you reply and you furrow your eyebrows and return his look, „Why are you asking?“

„I, uh, I might want to help you feel more secure with your magic?“, as soon as he finishes his sentence, your eyes grow a little wider. Was he serious?

„You, you would honestly do that?“, you pressed on, a hopeful and slightly fearful glint in your eyes.

„{Y/N}“, he begins, dragging your name a little, you swear you can make out an amused glint in his eyes as well as an expression of „if-i-wouldn't-be-honest-i wouldn't-suggest-it“. So you interprete it as his way of telling you „Yep, I'll help you“.

You feel the dread slightly churn in your stomach. He's honest, he wants to help you.

'God', you think and look a little longer at Michael's features, his striking dark eyes that are framed by his glasses always catch your attention, 'He's so amazing for wanting to do this but-'

„Michael, listen, I don't think I can do this“, you speak this part aloud, insecurely wrapping your arms around your legs. Your gaze dips to the horizon again as the boy speaks up again and catches your attention.

„{Y/N}, listen, we're going to try at least, alright?“, he encourages, flashing a gentle smile at you, „Also, I've been told it's supposed to rain soon, so I think, this would make the perfect opportunity, right?“ After a short moment of self doubt, you nod slowly.

There's no going back now. You realize, albeit a bit too late.

It is raining almost endlessly now, you don't know if you were delusional, but you swear to have heard the growling of thunder sometime or saw a lighting in the sky.

You and Michael made your way to a glade in a forest nearby your hometown, so the two of you could peacefully practice. It was and is still beyond you how you had honestly agreed to this. Maybe you agreed in the heat of the moment, because you didn't want to feel like a wimp infront of your crush or for the honour of your family, but now it is official and you are here alone with the dark haired boy.

Despite your insecurity about the current situation, you take a deep breath. You assure yourself with the thought that rain makes your magic stronger, thus making you more capable of performing it. You will not be totally screwed.

Michael Mell is one of the mages, that used electric energy as their magic. It’s common for children to adapt this kind of magic, since it is the easiest to deal with. Though you swore, that something about the way Michael expressed his seemed special and unusual to you.

It’s a small misfortune that the dark haired boy’s powers are enhanced during this weather too.

You see him open his palms, small, white flashes already zapping from it and you feel your legs tremble slightly. 'Now would be a good time to turn around and just make a run for it', you note and actually consider it for a moment.

However, you decide to keep your shit together. It was definitely not in your interest to look like a weakling infront of the guy you have been somehow into since childhood.

Oh no, you would not go down without a fight, even if you'd totally get your ass kicked in the process. It had been clarified that neither of you would purposely hurt the other and if either asked to stop the fight, it would done, no exceptions.

You mirror his movement, your palm slowly opens as well and as soon as it does, you see raindops shoot together to a ball of water just inches above your hand. A confident smile graces your lips as you send the ball flying in Michaels's direction. He charges his attack the moment you do, both collide.

The waterball you had formed doesn't stand a chance against Michael's flashes and explodes at the impact. You frown as the water splashes to the ground right infront of your feet.

A wave of disappointment rushes over you. You had expected better.

It would have been great to successfully charge an attack, you think a little bitterly.

All of a sudden, an idea comes to your mind.

'How long would it take for me to control and channel the rain so it would come down on him like a wave?', you feel like it is a silly idea.

Indeed, in the end you don't get to make your plan reality. It is a little bit too far fetched for your current level of handling your magic, anyway.

You are put into mild discomfort since you feel that Michael is slightly trying to sabotage you here. It's illogical he would and in fact, he isn't. You know that, but you can't help but feel like that.

The both of you do fight a little and even that surprises you. Michael never seemed like the guy to use his magic for anything other than practical purposes. He helped repairing lamps in the castle and among the folk, he makes sure certain machines run well.

On the street he shows tricks to kids, who are yet to learn to use n

His caringness warms your heart. 'Michael Mell is a wonderful person', you hear and you whole-heartedly agree everytime. If the possibility was handed to you, you would get more involved with him, actually date him.

He even shows tricks to children on the street, who have yet to learn which magic they can control best.

The realization that it probably would never work out anyway, clouds your head and takes away your awareness of the situation for a moment, a moment that ends critically for you.

You are struck by an attack. A loud pained groan errupts from your throat as you collapse to the ground. While you are panting and try to blurr out the pain from your leg, you feel a soft touch on your shoulder. Michael kneels down besides you and you can sense his alertedness.

„Oh my god, {Y/N}“, he sounds horrified as he looks softly touches your arm, „I'm so sorry, I swear to god, I really did not want to hurt you.“

He stutters out a few more apologies until you look at him. There is still a pained look in your eyes, but you try to keep it together. „I-it's okay“, you press out through your teeth, „I-I can handle it, it's probably just a gash, you, uh, didn't get me properly I suppose.“

„Still, we need Jer to look over this, alright?“, he speaks, you just agree under your breath and immediately inhale some air sharply as you feel him wrap an arm around your waist and ordering you to put an arm around his neck. „I can't teleport, so, uh, we need to walk.“

You oblige, already worrying about how to get to the Healer and most importantly, how your further „training sessions“ are supposed to look like.

You quickly come to the conclusion you don't know. You're not a fortune teller, afterall.

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The Middle Borough High Kids on a trip to Berlin (pt. two)

I felt like posting the second part, here y’all go, enjoy my self indulgent ideas :’) (tonight might come a readerinsert again)

Go to Part One ~

So, kids off to grochery shopping, they probably picked the most expensive one, Edeka because #Gönnung (or better #TreatYourself)

They totally go with two shopping carts because either Rich or Michael wanna sit in one

they are a m a z e d by german grochery stores! look at all the kinds of Sausages/Meats (totally leaving out the veggies but Christine insists on picking up some fruit at least, like, apples, bananas, pears, nobody really wants them because hey lets hit up the other aisles for snacks)

they st ock up on german bread (the good good Roggenbrot, Vollkornbrot, Brezeln und Laugenbrötchen can I get an uhhhh for those)

the girls generally go for the more cheesy things, I think? like, trying out german cheeses ; the guys go for the meat section (”hey, let’s have a barbecue!” “uh, pretty sure that’s not allowed in an apartment”)

Michael goes for all the sodas (”Almdudler??? Need to try that” “Vitacola? Sounds awesome!”) and Rich, Jeremy and Michael take a biiiiiig step around the Mountain Dew Bottles)

Just wait until they reach the candy aisles, they go berserk (And at least one of the kids makes a joke about the Super Dickmann’s (they exist and it’s hilarious), look me in the eye and try to argue that; feel like Michael would do that and everyome stares at him like “Michael Mell, no” Jeremy laughs)

They mostly stocked up on Junk until now, and now it’s time for the alcohol aisle

they are all over the age of 18 or at least 18, the legal drinking age is 16 for beer, hard alc can be bought at 18, aren’t they lucky? (and come on, would you pass up good german beer? I wouldn’t)

Their total is probably well in the 100 euros, they all don’t care

they pass their first evening figuring good german tv programms out, ARD/ZDF seems to be for old people at least to them, so they stick by Pro-Sieben or RTL/ RTL II probably (which is ........ interesting), cozy evening with german snacks and sleepy kids

the following days they explore the city obvs, like, first they would do a city tour on a city bus, like, they gotta have a plan of the battlefield

I’m certain their trip would also include going up the TV-Tower, a boatride on the Spree, going to a german bar, even to Christine’s german musical (They are watching Tanz der Vampire!!!) - this just to name a few things

they go to the Rittersport Shop and get custom made chocolate (Jeremy and Michael get chocolate done for each other, because they know the other’s preferences at this point, selfies with their chocolate bars)

Pretty sure they also go shopping, they gotta see what Germany has in store (hahahahahahahaha bad pun) Jeremy and Michael just disappear in Saturn and Mediamarkt, because?? electronics are the shit

Jake, Rich and Brooke and Chloe check out all the designer clothing stores in the meantime, Christine and Jenna totally go to all the merch stores, alright

they also buy all the souvenirs, the whole group gets a “I <3 Berlin” shirt in the same colour (Jer probably gets a beer glass for his dad)

Selfies infront of the Weltzeituhr at the Alexanderplatz

brunching in ~secret hipster cafés~

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The Middle Borough High kids on a trip to Berlin (pt. one?)

A/N: really self indulgent headcanons ahead because I’m german myself and I’ve been to Berlin really often. everything is under cut because I think it’s pretty long?

the kids most likely saved up all school year for this trip (like, everyone took jobs in their freetime and worked for relatives/neighbours/friends and still almost weren’t able to afford it until the deadline they set to be able to book and plan the trip until Jake went like ‘hold up’) = Happy kids

Unfortunately there was a high propability of Rich not joining, nobody was having any of that

then the planning began (’we should go and see a german musical!!’ ‘christine no that’s expensive’ ‘it’s with vampires!!!’), they didn’t really get to an agreement first

but since they were staying in Germany for long enough, they decided to do stuff everyone likes

they didn’t want to be in a hotel so they totally rented a holiday flat (that was probably too small for all of them)

I also think Jeremy would be the one to try and pick up some german, watching german series beforehand (Never watch german telenovelas they are cringey a f) buuuttt Christine joins in because? she is honestly interested in foreign TV shows (and Jeremy does get to an okay Level, he can say more than “Hallo” ; “Auf Wiedersehen” ; “Ja” ; “Nein” and his name) maybe he even gets the other boys on board for some education Rich obvs wants to pick up on the swearing words

so when summer approaches the kids still have time to pack their suitcases, everyone panics in the groupchat like, what the hell do you pack for ten days of Berlin

the girls got all of them covered and sent a packing list (’funny to see the guys this desperate’ ‘haha, I knooow, right?”), Christine is the Squad Mom and pretty much tells them all the time to buy snacks and drinks after security (”Don’t we get food on the plane” “Rich, it’s disgusting”)

so, the packing happened, more or less successfully, now it’s only up to survive the twelve (12) hour flight from JFK to Berlin Tegel (Rich being so scared of flying, I think he’s never done that before buuuut the friends stick together and especially Jake calms him down I think, Jer also tries his best)

But nothing bad happens, the flight goes smooth (girls would binge watch series, Rich holding Jake’s hand, Jeremy probbbbably reading a book or matching against Michael in SSB or Pokemon) but it’s like a time machine -> got in the plane in the evening and now it’s midday in germany??? HOw. They really should have researched time zone differences and how to combat the jetlag (Jeremy: “I knew we failed to look something up!” Chloe: “Something doesn’t help us now, Jeremy”)

They crash at the flat after a travel with the public transport, holy hell [“Straßenbahnen”-> “Omg look there are trains on the street!!!!!!” “Well, duh, that’s basically the meaning of them” “The Subway is called ‘U-Bahn’!” (’That’s so cool!!!’ ‘Yeah, it’s Untergrund-Bahn’)]

Upon arriving the owner of the flat would be like “what the fuck how is this flat for normally two people supposed to house eight goddamn american teenagers” ; seriously don’t go out andf confuse middle-aged german ladies that rent out apartments, she explains a lil about Berlin to the kids, where to go, what to do, stuff about the apartment, you know all that jazz, she does her best but I doubt any of them listens because their biorhythm is kind of telling them to go the heck to sleep , but she is empathetic, she tells them she’ll get matresses and bedding so nobody has to be squished in one bed (pretty sure Michael&Jeremy and Rich&Jake don’t mind)

while the kids kinda get comfortable Jenna gets into the wifi and checks their location, near an S-Bahn stop, noice

the first thing they do is shower because they all reek of doom (ladies’ first - fuck you) Jenna is the first one to go and checks the location afterwards

and what luck a grochery store is near them and they collectively agree to go there because they are all starving

Yeah, I’ve got more but I’d rather split it up in two/few more posts because I have literally so much on my mind about it haha, next part would include some more shenanigans they’ll do in Germany (Trip to the Grochery Store, German Stores, Sightseeing ....) would you guys be interested in that?

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Showtunes Asks!

1. Name five songs from musicals you find overrated.

2. Name five songs from musicals you find underrated.

3. Name five songs from musicals that you like.

4. Name five songs from musicals that you love.

5. Name five songs from musicals that you can't live without.

6. Name five songs from musicals that you don't like.

7. Name five songs from musicals that you can't stand.

8. Name five songs from musicals that amaze you.

9. Name five songs from musicals that make you cry.

10. Name five songs from musicals that make you laugh.

11. Name your five favorite albums/CDs/LPs from musicals.

12. Name five songs from musicals you'd like to perform live.

13. Name five lyrics from musicals you'd like to get tattoed.

14. Name five songs from musicals interpreted by your faves.

15. Name five songs from musicals that represent you.

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Oh my goddddddd,,,,, (first of all still fangirling because of your reply oh my god)

And all the yes to those heat change mugs oh my lord, pretty sure Jeremy would have gotten that for him (for his birthday even, like, maybe they were out in the mall and Michael saw that one, didn’t have the money on him and Jer was like, “imma snatch that for him” to himself, after that Michael still mourned ‘bout it and Jer really had to control himself to not go like “dude, I bought the mug for you” so, on his birthday it was a nice surprise for sure :’) )

Oh god, just imagining them stepping in for the first time like; “are you really serious about this, jake. really, are you serious. this is overpriced sugar coffee” (jake: “don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it ok ok, you haven’t ever been here so no prejudice”) Is so gold, like they probably were so prejudiced because people who like Starbucks get mocked as basic but eh, minds can change, am I right?I also feel like Jer has this one drink he likes to stick by while Michael totally gets hyped for the seasonal ones. Michael and PSL in fall and the Refreshers in summer?? I think so

I came as soon as I read headcanons: I feel like Michael Mell has at least three Pac-Man themed mugs in his shelves @ home & I feel like Jer and Michael would both go to Starbucks unironically from time to time?? (also shy german bean here to drop by to wish you an amazing day/afternoon??? Your writings are so amazing and gosh darn, inspired me to upload reader inserts on my own, too)

oh my god

michael 100% has three pac-man themed mugs but one of them is like, especially his and he becomes protective over it and no one is ever allowed to use it

like, the one thats his is one of those heat change mugs! he loves it a lot and it was probably a present from jeremy or his family

jer n michael def go to starbucks unironically like

jake took them once and they were like :/ 

and then they probably fell in love with cake pops

and then they kind of regularly go and they probs take pics of whenever names are misspelled

(alSO I HOPE U HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT I LOVE U THTS V SWEET FEEL FREE TO TAG ME IN WHATEVER :000

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A Little Too Drunk Starters:

“Oh, HELL no! Not in MY bed!”

“We watched some horror movie.. I think it’s called, ‘the Teletubbies..’?”

“Pants are just an illusion.”

“Shut the fuck up a pikachu onesie does so suit me.”

“Hey, man, I hate to tell you this, but I think your dog’s cheating on you..”

“Hey, the cat crashed your car.”

“I thought today was your birthday, so I rented a bouncy house, but then I remembered it isn’t, so now we have a bouncy house.”

“It’s not a mattress, it’s my kingdom and you are encroaching on it.”

“[NAME]’s a VIP at that one strip club….. What’s it called again… ‘Golden Corral’?”

“I’m bleeding?!”

“I have to tell you a secret…”

“You think it’s important that I lost my shirt?! You think it’s important?! I’LL TELL YOU WHAT’S IMPORTANT!!! CALLIOU CAN’T FUCKIN’ TIE HIS SHOES!!!”

“I need at least seven sweet and sour sauces or I’m fucked.”

“I was pretending to be a ninja and the blade of the knife just flew right off and broke the window.”

“Look, man, I didn’t mean to pee on you.”

“Thanks for letting me room with you… By the way, vodka makes me gassy.”  

“You want to go to Taco Bell?”

“I lost [NAME]. Have you seen them?”

“Wow, you look so much better when I’m drunk. You should try it more often.”

“I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT A LULLABY!!”

“Hello, 911? Are you still awake?”

“Jesus told me to do it.”

“I’m really sorry I’m so creepy everybody…”

"This is awful. I am inventing electricity, and you look like an asshole.”

“How many nutrients do you think there are in dog biscuits? I already ate, like five.”

“HOLY SHIT HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET SO TALL? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Hamsters have feelings, too..”

“Who convinced me to come here?”

“The dog looked so lonely.. So I took it home.”

“I’LL PROTECT YOU! I’M BATMAN!”

“Look at all this snow. Imagine if it was sand, but still cold. No wait, warm snow. Man, that’d be cool..”

“You’re not very hot, but maybe after another beer or two..”

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Starbucks is a synonym for “Wingman” { Jeremy Heere X Reader }

Sometimes it's the most effective method to meet your crush for some basic coffee at Starbucks. 

(Wordcount ; 1,716 - I uploaded this on my AO3 Account as well)

Impaitently I wait at the entrance of the mall. { Y/N } was supposed to be here five minutes ago, did they just ask me to grab Starbucks with them as a joke? No, I tell myself. { Y/N } really wouldn't ghost me, they went out with worse than me. (It's rude to think things like these, but it's true) They aren't like that, I can trust them because besides Michael, they are one of my only friends and I've known them since elementary school. "Jem-Jam!", they call, immediately a low and embarassed groan rolls over my lips. I roll my eyes. 'Why, just why', I ask myself. After all these years they did not dismiss that nickname.

I turn my head and see their familiar face; their familiar hair colour. Seeing them flashes a vivid mental image of them in elementary school. Third grade, first day after summer, they standing infront of our class. Painfully, I automatically remind myself of the foolish crush I had on them. They always looked amazing, their personality was radiating, while I was just the chubby, awkward kid. My admiration for them never went away. I wonder why they still stick with a loser like me, they never had a phase where they resented either me or Michael until now, even when they were asked by the popular kids to hang out quite a few times. They finally approach, get infront of me and want to embrace me in a hug. I return the gesture and feel their chest against mine, their hair tickling my bare jaw. I feel incredibly comfortable having them this close to me. I assure myself, it's platonic. Absolutely platonic, they wouldn't be after me anyway. They have plenty of options and if I am honest, I might be ones of the second choices.

While having { Y/N } in my arms, I briefly remember how they used to be taller than me; until I overshot them by a couple proud inches in Middle School. Michael would sometimes tease them for that by telling them to get the furthest up item in the grochery store or purposely pick the biggest size of sweatshirts for them so they'd look sunken in. I only smile at that mental picture as we make our way to our destination, Starbucks. { Y/N } gets out their phone, I see them open their messenger, most likely to supply me with the newest gossip from Jenna Rolan, she actually talks to them. Then again, Jenna is usually out to find someone to just dump her gossip onto, not to demean them in any way, but that is how Rolan rolls. I mentally slap myself for that pun. "So Jer-Jam", they begin as we approach the Coffee Shop. Their eyes twinkle with mirth and I wonder what they will be telling me.

"Did you know that Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Reyes are supposedly a thing?", they began to gossip and slid their phone in the pocket of their jacket. "Really?", I inquire as we get in the queue. "Yep, Jenna said that Olivia Hansen saw them getting at it in the Janitor's closet", their voice gets lower the more details they spill. "I call bullshit, though." I nod in agreement, "Olivia is known to spread fake news like wildfire. Probably just saw two students if anything." Then they clearly dip into sarcasm, "Oh Jeremy", they say, clutching their chest a little fake dramatically and sighing in exasperation, "You are seriously the best guy to gossip with." What I don't notice is their gaze drifting off into an affectionate one. I turn away before that.

Shaking my head and snorting a little, I take a glance at the menu. I go for a basic Java Chocolate Chip Frappucchino. Nobody ever went wrong with Chocolate, not that I am often at Starbucks, but I only hear that this is supposed to taste good, so I go with that. { Y/N } heckles besides me. I raise an eyebrow, as they begin to talk. "I bet you're gonna go for the most white girl drink ever, Java Chocolate Chip Frap, am I right?" They mock me. I know they aren't truthful, I honestly live for our playful roasting sessions though. "Better make work for the Baristas easier than list all the extras you prefer, { Y/N }", I shoot back sassily.

After ordering, giving our names (obviously giving names that are hilariously difficult to spell, the barista gave us a "are-you-two-seriously-fucking-with-me-like-that-right-now" stare), we pay for our beverages and I sneak a glance at them while waiting for our Frappucchinos to be prepared. While I am not the guy to dig people only for their appearance, I have to admit that { Y/N } does have a nice body. My eyes scan them from head to toe and I note, they like to dress so they empathise only the best about them. It was no miracle that Jake Dillinger once pined after them and went to School Dance in Sophomore Year with them, making me pretty envious of Jake, because in the end, I had to friend-date Michael, not that I minded, but he had been of the view that { Y/N } and I would have been a good match.

Soon after paying and adjusting our drinks at the counter, we sit down a little further away from all the shoppaholics ad sip on our drinks. The mall is huge and lucky for us, there is a calm niche near a Subway. Nobody ever goes here and usually, Michael goes here to pick up some Mary Jane, but only on Mondays. "I don't get why Starbucks is so praised", I confess, stabbing with my straw in the icy coffee/milk/whipped cream mixture. Meanwhile { Y/N } takes a sip and moans lowly. It feels like a flash zaps through my body. That sounded dangerously sexual to me. A deep breath rolls out of my mouth, I take another sip and continue my confession, "I mean, you can get all the ingredients at the grochery store and you can surely prepare it at home as well." "I like it", they reply, straw between their teeth as they suck more of their sugary drink. "Sure, it's hella overpriced, but it's good and making that-" They raise the cup a little before resuming to their argument. "-at home, dunno, would just take the, y'know, Starbucksness away about it." A chuckle errupts from the back of my throat, { Y/N } can be so cute.

"Did you say something, Jer-Jam?", they ask. 'Fuck', I think fearfully to myself. Did I just say that aloud? I feel my face slightly heat up. In my head I pray they didn't understand what I just said. Their familiar { EYECOLOUR } eyes glance up at me through their lashes while they are a little hunched over. I'm usually not that poetic, but hell, I could get lost in them every, damn, day. I feel weird admitting it, but I win every staring contest against them, because I just space out looking into their eyes. So, my heart nearly stops. I scold myself for why I am thinking this way about one of my best friends. They. Are. Not. After. Me. Get that in your head, Jeremiah Heere.

Finally, they lean back up, they took off the lid of their drink and now some some whipped cream was sticking to their upper lip. "{ Y/N }", I say, reaching for one of the napkins we took, "You got some on your li-" I don't get any further as they playfully wink at me and let their tounge run along their upper lip. I feel a warmth pool in my lower body and my drink kind of slips out of my hand, I drop it and it spills all over my pants. "Fucking Hell!", I curse loudly while they errupt into laughter, before they hand me the napkins to somehow rub my pants dry. Which is an awkward task.

Due to the fact that I deem rubbing my pants dry, slightly inappropriate in the middle of a mall, I go with patting them dry and { Y/N }'s idea of quickly popping in at H&M to buy a new pair. It's not ideal as I seriously didn't want to spend more money today than on sugary coffee. (Sugary coffee, that is coating my pants) With my friend's help we quickly picked out three pants for me to try on and now I'm standing here in the dressing room of H&M. I eye myself critically. It fits, however I need { Y/N}'s input on it. "How's it look?", they call from the outside, "Can I come in?" I accept.

Their { EYECOLOUR } eyes roam over me and I swear I saw a hint of need in them. "Suits you", they comment and then look up to face me. A moment of silence wages between us until they lean in and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek. My jaw hangs open. "W-Wha-", I begin to stutter as I feel my face become dangerously hot. "Apology, for ruining your old pants." I feel my heart pound as I wordlessly stare at them, they stare back. I don't know if we both are thinking the same thing right now, however, almost as if we are mirroring each other, we both lean in and our lips meet somewhere inbetween again.

A low groan runs over my lips as they push me against the fullbody mirror at the wall and push aside the stool. The noise irritates me for a moment, but I quickly dismiss it, I'm making out with my longterm crush in a goddamn H&M changing room.

~ extra ~

"Those hickeys weren't necessary", I mumble as we approach the checkout with two pants on hand. { Y/N } smugly waltzes next to me, with the knowledge that everyone can see the hickeys they made at my neck. (I consented to them, of course, it's just really embarassing since they are so visible, I also somehow regret I didn't do any at their neck) The lady at the checkout just eyes us and shakes her head, I still worry but { Y/N } interwinds their fingers with mine, while I pay. I feel slightly better.