Tonight I was working in the penalty box at my brotherâs hockey game when one of the guys from the opposing team got a tripping penalty. So, as my job requires I have to get his jersey number so I can record it and put it up on the score board with his penalty. I asked him for his number andâŠwellâŠhe gave it to me. His phone number.Â
Poor kid went beet red after I explained I meant his jersey number, not his phone number. I talked to him after the game to make sure he was all good and such, and he said, oh my god, âkeep the number, just in case youâre ever looking for anything besides a jersey number.â
Smooth as fuck.
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my wifi is in working order again and iâm officially back i jsut am a little bit overwhelmed by my drafts.
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girlbummer·:
â  first  of  all  â-  fuck  ,  youâre  a  revolutionary  genius  .  â sarcasm  unraveling  in  savannahâs  tone  ,  brows  arched  in  a  smirk  .  however  ,  heâs  made  a  point  to  sell  her  on  the  idea  ,  before  she  can  ever  begin  to  waggle  a  finger  in  his  directionâ  telling  him  heâs  spouting  crazy  nonsense  .  sheâd  never  been  in  love  with  anybody  ,  let  alone  the  one  person  whoâs  been  pulling  shit  like  this for  as  long  as  she  could  remember  .  Â
the  pun  causes  her  eyes  to  roll  ,  and her  lips  to  purse  into  a  dimpled  grin  .  â has  anyone  told  you  that  maybe  youâre  wearing  your  helmet  on  like  ,  two  sizes  too  tight  ? â  sheâll  plop  down  on  on  the  bench  ,  gaze  averting  down  to  her  skates  ,  untying  them  by  lace  .  â first  of  all  ,  weâre  supposed  to  be  sharing  the  ice  todayâ  not  goinâ  off  hunting  for  free  cake  .  second  of  all  ,  my  dad  still  fucking  hates  you  .  and  third  , â thereâs  a  pause  ,  green  eyes  darting  up  to  meet  his  as  she  shucks  off  one  of  the  boots  . Â
â we  have  zero  sexual  chemistry  .  itâd  never  workâ-  you  donât  want  to  fuck  me  ,  therefore  ,  no  cake  dispensary  in  their  right  mind would  believe  us  .  â
â savvy, savvy, savvy, â he tuts, spindly finger reaching out and tapping the tip of the girlâs nose with a soft boop. â swear, it might actually benefit you to have FUN sometimes. â hum bright as ever but each blow is like a stone cold pierce to his heart and heâs left clutching his chest by the end of it, feels like her boot bounced right off the rink and into his very soul.Â
thereâs a lot to unpack here.
â christ, itâs not like weâre gonna be fucking beside the red velvet cupcakes! â  you donât want to fuck me. itâs not even something heâs thought about before, not like that, not with savannah. especially not after chucking a puck straight through the girlâs window following one too many hard iced teas. romance is nothing but a dreary pitfall waiting to bite when you least expect it, so why not save the heartache and just play pretend instead?Â
itâs not like the girlâs an EYESORE in the slightest, and he wonât deny the way her dedication is infectious in the best way possible. â i was thinking more along the lines of a couple perfectly timed side glances, some hushed pet names... maybe a high five if you really wanna get frisky? âÂ
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me vs coming home after watching parasite for the 5th time and immediately adding a kijung inspired muse to my roster
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this could not be happening. cailen feels as if heâs going to be sick, hands begin to tremble at the mere sight of the other before them. however, she canât allow for herself to look for much longer, takes a few steps backwards until she hits a wall. though she canât make out much, she pieces together that max is asking her what they should do with his body. eyes widen in shock, because she thought the answer to that question was pretty obvious. â we should call the police, thatâs what ! weâll tell them it was an accident, which it was, theyâll believe us .. theyâd have to. â but even she wasnât certain with that last part, not with all that blood staining the carpet.Â
they had never intended to kill him, though that part was evident already. call it natural selection. a pinched nerve. a foot that stomped too hard or a nail that dug too deep but PLEASE, donât call it murder, because a murderer max isnât. judging by the way cailenâs petite form collapses, neither is she â so what are they going to do about it?
â alright, call the police, thatâs a surefire ticket to the good olâ electric chair right there, isnât it? â spat out with nothing but venom on her tongue, biting back, catching on her lip with a grimace; snapping at cailen wonât get her anywhere, so she softens her tone and tries again. â i mean ... two girls find out theyâre involved with the same man and â accidentally â bludgeon him to death? would you buy it if you heard it? â and saying it out loud makes it real, but she gulps the tears down and finds cailenâs gaze. â ammonia gets even the nastiest blood stains out of most upholstery, and i only know that because mother nature is a bitch â would you happen to own a SHOVEL ? â Â
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"lets go to mcdonalds, i want pie."
â as long as it ainât the one by my apartment, â gangly legs crossing as he recalls, tender little smirk adorning features; if context was removed itâd look like jules was reminiscing about only the bravest of tales. â ' cause APPARENTLY trying to see if youâve still got your sick climbing skills on the playplace is â immoral â and â gets you banned for life â or sumthinâ. â not like he would know, surely.
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ok but,,, i want a â i didnât tell my family that we broke up & they keep pressuring me to bring u home for the holidays, so can u pretend u donât hate me & come with me ? â kind of plot pls give me
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hcghdcfinitcn·:
âhow could I say no to a face like that?â she letâs out a chuckle at the thought of being in love for one night only because thatâs not how she typically worked. âpretend to be in love with you? i donât know,â the girl laughed, âmight not be able to do that, sounds kinda hard.
luckily, cyrus managed to pick the person with little to no impulse control. once an idea was planted in her mind, alex was destined to do it as long as it is within reason. it did also help that the promise of cake was involved, the mere mention of something sweet was enough to get her and her sweet tooth involved. âi think we need a meet-cute,â she urged, âone good enough to match the rings, obviously.â
now, she was trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at her lips. sheâs already getting into character, âsweet pun, but i promise if you break that out in there, iâm calling off the engagement.âÂ
if cyrus were a caterpillar, he thinks, then it would be rather rational for alex to be a monarch. bigger and brighter, intrepid and winsome all the while having such a dulcet core and it almost ( ALMOST ! ) makes him want to soften up, too. â is it the tzatziki breath thatâs making it difficult for you? itâs the tzatziki breath, isnât it. â and with a wink of olive hues is he back in full force.
â your sarcasm is suffocating, let that be known, â tilting his nose up with a haughty huff, brunet curls looking more and more like a small animalâs nest everyday after practice and he should probably just shave his head at this point, honestly. â what do you say weâre two ex-CIA agents who met in our training class? â
all things considered, itâs easy to see why anyone with a pulse would think heâs finally lost his marbles, so it comes to no surprise when-Â âWAIT. is that a yes? â because he canât control the simper that grows on a cherubic countenance, leaps to his feet and just about skips to his key hook.
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some RP blog tagging one of my posts: ( VISAGE ); shΔ was p0ison and honΔy; (( EYES OF FIRE)); oc: straight girl with pretentious name
me:Â
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rooms seem a lot more sinister once stripped bare and illuminated solely by minuscule slivers of moonlight. hallways bleed into each other and floorboards creak with the lightest of taps, dancing into hazy whirlwinds of overgrowth seeping through tiles and forgotten attics. the imagery is julesâ favorite part and heâs in absolute HEAVEN, heard about the place through the grapevine and knew instantaneously kiha had to come along for the ride.
he shines his flashlight into a new room now and itâs pretty uneventful, not counting the big black trash bag in the corner and huh. why is it ... moving.Â
â yo, k ? â he gulps. â get the hell in here. â / @sweetmarzipanâ âĄ
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â ïŒ wrong number . đ
CLAUDIO: alright, so a week ago i texted you thinking you were sabrina from the bar and i know it was a wrong number and shit.
CLAUDIO: i didn't reply to your great selfie because i was very upset that she happened to lie to me and give me a wrong number.
CLAUDIO: and i was about to delete your number when i remembered that you're actually kind of cute.
CLAUDIO: you got a boyfriend? i'm not offering but i love being a homewrecker. what's up, sexy?
MINA: whoa, you like, totally know how to charm your way into a girl's heart.
MINA: no wonder things with sabrina from the bar worked out so well ;)
MINA: hmm, no home to wreck here but if you're that desperate you could let me tattoo you sometime.
MINA: i get to practice my career and you get to say you touched a girl!
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there is a distant throbbing in the back of his skull, one that pulses in time with the beating of his heart and kitae really canât find any sort of energy to attempt an argument. its the assurance of safety that is like a hand enclosing around his throat, one that makes the traitorous burn of tears overflow down black and blue cheeks. heâs safe.
the boy shuffes forward â unsteady on his feet as if heâs hardly walked a day in his life â and somehow manages to drape himself onto julesâ back, arms hanging over broad shoulders.Â
oh everything ACHES. even such simple movements elicit a wince and a grunt. head tipping forward, kitae tries to keep the crimson stained parts of his face out of contact from the elderâs shirt or hair. they donât need to be cleaning blood off of two people.
â tâthank you, â he forces out. using his voice achesâ his throat is raw and even just breathing too deeply settles another ache in his chest. broken ribs, maybe. he wants to go to sleep, wants to close his eyes and forget about the pain even for just an hour. but he knows he canât, knows this pain in his head likely means concussion.
jules could expire. leave him out to dry right here, right now, on the cold concrete beneath him and it still wouldnât shake the image of kitaeâs meek, spluttering disposition thatâs etched itself into the back of his eyelids. he wants to coddle. to wrap and wash and snuggle until the boy feels whole again ... everything is so tender. itâs hard to so much as keep a steady grasp on fleshy thighs as they trek into the real world again â GOD. heâs definitely penciling in a trip to the local gym soon.Â
â yâknow, this is usually the part where i tell you my services come with fees. gotta charge ya extra for interrupting dinner and all that, â saccharine voice for a saccharine boy as he eases kitae into his vehicle. gets a better look at the severity of his injuries under the moonlight and positively WINCES, sucks in his bottom lip and wills the churning in his stomach away.Â
â BUT ! since itâs been proven iâm the greatest friend in the world, iâll give you a one-time deal of free ninety nine. â once jules is in the driverâs seat, gaze shifting between barren roads and a broken kitae beside him. â just... donât DIE on me, alright? âÂ
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CASPIAN: oh god
CASPIAN: does that mean she SAW the part where i called u a damnnndelion?
CASPIAN: thatâs mortifying, remind me to never step foot in ur office againÂ
GABRIELLA: i got the flowers you sent me :)
GABRIELLA: my coworker tried to claim it as hers
GABRIELLA: but you left a cute note so i win!
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We fucked so hard the love must have fallen out of you somewhere between courses - I remember sitting on your floor with my chest heaving and your body turned away from me and I said âwhy donât we talk anymore?â and you were silent for so long I almost fell asleep against the wall and eventually in the dark I heard, âbecause youâre always asking questions like that with answers you already know.â
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give me a plot where both muses are each otherâs pen pals that end up falling in love through letters please. threads would be in letter format up until they finally meet each other. please.Â
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