headed to the top

I have a sneaking suspicion that the next Bachelor will be a dark-haired, square-headed white man with stubble and a More On Top haircut that inexplicably costs $85.

Meet Grayden, Brayden, Trayden, and Okayden.

what kind of people turn me on? (mars through the signs)

mars in aries: fiery, spontaneous people who aren’t afraid of becoming a
hurricane in their self-expression. people who will pull me out of inertia
and rock my world
mars in taurus: steady, sensuous people who take their time& suck the pleasure out of every moment. people who will calm me down with both their voice and their silence
mars in gemini: people buzzing with nervous energy, thirsty for information and
for stimulation. people who will challenge my mental patterns&keep me entertained for hours with their conversation
mars in cancer: introverted people with a rich inner world. people who will
make me feel noticed& cared for and who will challenge my assumptions about
human emotions and subjectivity
mars in leo: kings& queens who shine on their stage of choice with sustained
creative power. people who will give it their all to make me feel appreciated
& loved
mars in virgo: the quiet ones who sit in the shadows& dissect everything they see with knife-sharp diligence and wit. people who see me as I truly am& who anchor me down to earth with their practicality
mars in libra: people who understand and respect the careful order of the universe& its many perspectives. people who will inspire me to socialize, love& create beauty
mars in scorpio: all-or-nothing people, passionate and ruthless in their demeanour. people who will awaken my deepest impulses and scars& who will help me transform them
mars in sagittarius: high-spirited people, adventurers who see the best in the
world. people who will pull me out of my comfort zone& help me grow through new experiences
mars in capricorn: ambitious, level-headed people who work their way up to the top, from where they can have a clear vision of how the world is like. people who will support me in my projects& love me for good
mars in aquarius: quirky, intellectual fruitcakes who aren’t afraid to be themselves even if they stand alone. people who challenge my need to conform& sublimate my experience into higher meanings
mars in pisces: dreamers& martyrs who soak in the emotional undercurrents of the world. people who will shatter my illusions about reality& pull me into their own

Deli - Peter Parker

request -  Okay I just had an prompt idea. Peter is at the bodega getting food and the reader is the owners daughter who comes in when Peter fires back to the comment about Aunt May (“Cómo está tu hija?”) The two playfully argue, become good friends and eventually date.

a/n - please pardon my poor spanish skills i’ve been studying it for a while and i tried my best ok ALSO shoutout to @ohparkers for writing a fic like this too which is actually good instead of my trash but don’t forget to request a peter parker / spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

Hearing the bell echo throughout the hallways of the school, I sped out the doors and hauled the nearest cab. I quickly told the driver the address of my father’s sandwich shop, having this become routine these days. I sat back on the seat, letting out a breath as I looked out the window, finding something to catch my attention.

I started helping out at Bodega’s when things were getting rough about 3 months ago. People were suddenly dropping their jobs and my father was only left with two other people, now including me. Coming towards the middle of the school year, this becomes the busiest time of year after 3 PM. But, there’s really only one person that is consistent out of all of them.

The boy named Peter. He’s in Calculus with me 4th period, but we’ve never said anything else to one another besides being annoyed with Flash. He had always seemed so witty with my father though, always coming in like he was a family member of some sort. My heart also beat a little faster when I saw him, thinking that he was the most dorkiest person to have ever lived.

I soon got out of the cab and headed inside the shop, hearing the bell at the top of the door ring as it opened. I quickly glanced around to see how it was going business wise today, and fortunately, it was going okay.

“Hey-” I started to say, only to stop myself.

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wethesherlock  asked:

any famous nonfamous fics to rec?? 😆

Famous/Not Famous Fic Rec

Wholehearted 77k

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

When It’s Late At Night 25k

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

The Wonderlands 150k

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

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When She Gets Sleepy

- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -

I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!

Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff

Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.

AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr  ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”.  I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)

Enjoy~


Originally posted by scientists-and-stars

     Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days. 

     All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway. 

     Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson. 

     And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.

     Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.

     Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.

     The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.

     You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them. 

     But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.

     “Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.

      To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.

      You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough. 

     Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.

     By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes. 

     “Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.

     “Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.

     While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and  Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.

     The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you. 

     John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.

     All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.

     On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep. 

     When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.

     “W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily

     “You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.

      “Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,

     Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.

     Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.

     Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior. 

     Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.

     When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes. 

     After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories. 

     You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.

     As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy. 

     Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute. 

     Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.

     “Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair. 

     Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace. 

     Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.

      You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”

     You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.

     He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”

      You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.

     As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you. 

     Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

     “Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.

     “H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.

     Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.

     Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.

     The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*

     Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.  

      John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well. 

       Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward. 

      John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”

     Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”

     Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.

     “Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.

     John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.

     John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him. 

     You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other. 

     You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow. 

     As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours. 

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So many things going on with the Riverdale Core Four pairs when they hang out together! Lol Cole with his grandma bucket hat and tank tops…. KJ and Cole looks like they’re headed back to LA after their bro-trip hiking at the Death Valley while Lili and Camila have another Beronica photoshoot together and playing with puppies! Can’t wait for their photoshoots. Hope there’s more photoshoots with the Core Four in future or with the whole Riverdale cast.

The Little Brit | Jughead Jones x Reader

Request: 

A\N: This writing is not mine, it’s by beautiful lil’ nugget B who kindly offered me help with this account x 

Part 2

Originally posted by c-sand

    I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes. 

“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food. 

“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”

 I shrug my shoulders.

 “Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”

    I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.

“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.

“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.

“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands. 

“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.

“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.

“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head. 

“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.

“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.

“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated. 

“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.

“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.

“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile. I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.

“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.

“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.

“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes 

“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.

“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter. 

“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.

“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.

“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.

“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again. 

“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school. 

“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.

“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.

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More Ace Dex

Ace Dex combating the casual aphobia that we all deal with at some point.  

“Dude, you’ve never done the nasty?”

Dex rolled his eyes, hard. Whiskey’s tone was just this side of shocked, and it made Dex was to take back the fact that he had said anything at all. It wasn’t exactly that he expected the team to be more understanding than other people, but he hoped that was the case, anyway.

On top of that, Whiskey managed to catch the attention of Ransom and Holster, who were walking past, heads close together.

“Wait, what’s this about someone never smuggling the ol’ bone?”

Ransom gave Holster a critical look, then grinned in that way that only someone on the wrong side of tipsy can. “Playing hide the sausage.”

Holster countered quickly with, “Making the beast with two backs.”

“Assault with a friendly weapon.”

“Entangling the lower beards.”

“Joint sessions of Congress.”

Holster held out a fist. “Bro, pound it out for that one.”

With a solemn nod, Ransom offered tapped his fist to Holster’s. Dex hoped that their (truly awful) back and forth would distract them from what was going on, but instead they plopped onto the couch to join in the conversation. Well, they pushed their way onto the couch, which was already too full, Ransom on one end and Holster in the middle of Nursey and Dex.

Whiskey pointed in Dex’s general direction, and told the captains, “Apparently, Dex has never had sex.”

Holster threw a big arm around Dex’s shoulder and turned toward him. Dex could smell tub juice wafting off of him. “Dex! My dude. My man. Bro. We gotta resolve this.”

“It’s not a problem. There’s nothing to resolve.”

On the other side of Holster, Dex could see his boyfriend’s concerned face. Nursey knew that Dex’s sexuality (well, his asexuality) was still a touchy subject. On the best of days, it was hard for him to have a conversation about. On the days after a game loss and with a group of drunken and less than subtle frat boys, well…. Chances were that it wasn’t going to go well.

“No, but Dex. Dexy. Dex. Sex is so good. Tell ‘im, Rans, tell him about… Shit, what’s a good one for Dex? Crab fishing in the dead sea.”

Dex scrunched up his face. “Dude, that’s fucking gross. And no, whatever fucking euphemism you use, the answer is no.”

On the other side of Holster, Nursey stood up and held a hand out to Dex, and yeah, that sounded like a better idea than having a discussion about life choices with a very drunk Holster. Dex pushed off the couch with a solid fist to Holster’s thigh, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary. He followed Nursey under the caution tape and up the stairs to Chowder’s room.

They spent the rest of the not-kegster (because apparently it could only be a kegster if they won the game) hiding out, watching Brooklyn-99. Dex could feel Nursey sending him concerned looks, but he ignored them. They fell asleep together, cuddling on the thin mattress.

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9. Cuddling // Klance

« {Part 9 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: have some more gratuitous cuddling! except this time keith is the one getting all cuddly, and lance is narrating. enjoy!

Here’s a fun fact:

Keith is clingy when he’s tired.

Lance discovers this in the “rec room” one night after a long day of fighting Zarkon’s forces. He’s sitting on the couch watching Pidge and Hunk play a weird Altean version of pool when Keith comes into the room and unceremoniously plops on the couch, landing next to Lance. Like, right next to him. “Hey,” Keith says.

“…Hey…” Lance replies, because, okay, this is a little weird, but his mama raised him right. He’s polite. Mostly.

They slip into their usual tense silence as Pidge and Hunk continue to compete at space billiards, or whatever it’s called. It’s Hunk’s turn, and he’s trying to line up his corkscrew-shaped cue with little success.

“Who’s winning?” Keith asks eventually.

“Pidge,” Lance answers.

“Hm.”

“Yup.”

Keith yawns.

He yawns three more times within the next minute—not that Lance is counting. Out of the corner of his eye, Lance sees Keith shift from a slouched position, to a sideways lean against the back of the couch, to a strange, half-slump half-crouch with his knee drawn up to his chest. Finally, he sighs, puts his leg down, and leans back into the couch all the way. There’s a fourth yawn.

“Are you… tired?” Lance asks.

“Hm,” is Keith’s only reply. Lance figures that means ‘yes’.

It’s then that Lance starts to noticed Keith eyeing his shoulder with an expression Lance can only interpret as baleful. It’s weird, to say the least—even for Keith. At first Lance thinks that Keith is just giving him that look because he’s feeling pissy or something, but it only takes him a couple furtive glances to realize that no, Keith is definitely aiming his glare specifically in the vicinity of Lance’s shoulder and upper arm. Lance leans forward experimentally. Keith’s eyes follow.

Just as Lance is gearing up to say something about how creepy Keith is being, Keith scoots closer and says, “I’m tired, and this couch is uncomfortable as shit. Don’t make this weird.” Then he leans his head on Lance’s shoulder.

He leans his head. On Lance’s shoulder.

What the fuck.

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Imagine a wild night in Rome with your husband after the last day of JibCon.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, Jensen gyrating(Yes it’s a warning), SMUT, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I  able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean (That has gone on ENTIRELY too long.) This is fic number TWENTY-FOUR. The line, “Bring me some pie,” was requested by @percywinchester27. It was supposed to be fluff, but you can’t always get what you want. ;) This is just smutty, smut because all of the JibCon photos got me WORKED UP. (sigh) I also promised Ana so gyrating Jensen and this was the perfect opportunity for it. Not so much obviously drunk Jensen, but it’s hot either way. ;)

Feedback appreciated

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Newsies at the Muny

So, I have had the amazing opportunity to see Newsies at the Muny this week. This show is incredible, but its so impressive because the cast had ten days to rehearse/learn lines before opening night. so heres some things that i noticed that are different from the broadway productions/things i just really liked.


Here’s a picture of the two set pieces they used a lot-when they’re pushed together, they were the lodging house.

in the opening song, you can see the rest of the newsies sleeping against the poles on the bottom level while Jack and Crutchie sing.

Danny Quadrino playing Crutchie again was so amazing because he already has such a thorough grasp on the character-the ‘watch me run’ was so giddy, but directly after that he looked so sad, not only in his face but his body language made him look just…dejected i guess.

when Crutchie went down when the circulation gates opened for the first time, immediately someone (i can’t remember who) grabbed him and helped him to his feet

Les was picked up so much by everyone throughout the show-the first time being when Jack strikes his deal with him, Jay picked up Gabe and stood him on the wagon so Gabe was taller than him. 

Les didn’t look to Davey for confirmation when Jack said ‘60/40′, he just made the deal himself

LES WAS LIMPING, COUGHING, AND BEING AN ALL-AROUND LITTLE SHIT TO SELL THAT LAST PAPE I LOVE HIM

instead of sounding scared on ‘is that the guy you’re meetin’?’, this Les just sounded curious, like he wanted to know what Jack was going to do

on ‘not even me, Miss Medda?’, Jay leaned over the railing and put his arms out from his sides and it was adorable

in That’s Rich (first of all Ta’rea was incredible), Les was sitting on his heels at the side of the backdrop, but kept on inching closer as the song went on

I Never Planned On You/Don’t Come A-Knocking started in the box, but Katherine moved down to stage level to watch the show from backstage, and that’s where Jack started to draw her

the line ‘they was coronas’ didn’t sound like Race was defending himself, but like he was bragging about the fact that he got coronas

after Les said ‘we got a father, too!’, one of the newsies (damon is the actor’s name, i don’t know which newsie he played) gave him a little bow

instead of writing STRIKE on the heading board, Jack wiped the chalk dust away to form the word

on ‘whaddya call these guys?’, i heard one of the guys do a sing-song ‘hellooooo’

World Will Know was just…so good

at one point in Watch What Happens, Katherine was on a wheeling chair and she pushed herself away from her desk her desk was center stage and she made it to halfway off stage on stage right i was impressed 

Seize the Day was so good

the papers were really different-instead of individual papers, they had them in stacks. There was a little bit where Les was jumping from stack to stack after each newsie dropped their stack in front of him…the noise was pretty loud

Les got picked up several times

the fighting was really good-so much was happening at once

So i realized that Morris was the one to grab Crutchie first because he yelled ‘hey Oscar, look what I got’, and then one of the Delancy brothers yelled up to Jack basically the same thing which was ‘heyya jack, lookit what we got’

Danny Quadrino’s yelling ‘jack’ broke my heart, and so did Jay yelling back ‘crutchie’ in the most desperate of voices

after crutchie was arrested, some newsies ran back onstage being chased by one or two of the strike-breakers. they looked absolutely terrified 

Santa Fe almost made me cry

Act 2!!!

King of New York was so. good

each newsie got his own pape, bc katherine didn’t just bring one, she brought an ENTIRE STACK

they didn’t start tapping until after the whole ‘lets get drunk’ bit, meaning that you couldn’t hear the taps because they hadn’t turned the stage mics on yet

on ‘barbershop haircut that costs a quarter’ the actor took off his hat and shook his hair (he had fairly long hair)

THEY MOVED THE TABLES DURING THE SONG-they were the same configuration as the broadway production at the start (one in the middle and straight and two others, one on the left and the other on the right, slanted a little) but then they moved them to all be pushed together like one long table

also on the right and left sides they had Muny teens tapping alongside the cast it was great

LETTER FROM THE REFUGE MADE ME CRY OKAY

danny quadrino is amazing and my heart hurts

also i have made several friends cry with my stupid analyzing of that song but i won’t put it here to save y'all from that

jack angstily painting is me okay y'all

the Pulitzer cartoon wasn’t a foot, but a hand pushing down on the newsies

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the ‘and i got a date!’ line was delivered so perfectly oh my lord

during the scene change, they closed the front picture-like thing the Muny has for every production, and Les, Jack, and Davey all went behind it but Katherine was pulled to stay in front of it by Pulitzer

‘which one gives us more in common?’ got a round of applause

there was such a gasp from the audience when Pulitzer said ‘my daughter’

in brooklyn’s here, about four boys started at far stage left before a spotlight hit about 17 guys that were house right-the four guys met up with them and they traveled across the house before stopping at house left for the whole ‘borough what gave me birth’ bit, before going down an aisle to get back to the stage

at the rally there was the entire cast of newsies, plus Muny teens and kids.

when jack went to stage right to get his money, it was thrown on the ground for him to pick up

when Les saw the money, he put his arms out and looked really upset. Davey just looked dejected before pushing Les away

when katherine kissed jack, it got a whoop from someone in the free seats

something to believe in sounded soooo good. also at the end, the set piece they were on spun to the back (bc the Muny has something similar to what hamilton does-a floor that can spin) and they were kissing until they stopped moving again

ONCE AND FOR ALL WAS AMAZING AND LET ME TELL YOU WHY

they did the toss thing and it was great

so they each got their papes, right? and they all headed to the top of that set piece above to sing

on ‘this is for kids shining shoes in the street with no shoes on their feet every day’, the kids who you can kind of see on the bottom of that set piece in the picture started to walk forward, oldest first. they all walked with their heads cast downwards

on ‘ten thousand kids in the square’, the lights went up and all the kids snapped their heads up from their feet

then, they all crouched/squatted/sat on ‘joe, you is gonna play fair, once and for all’

the cast that was on the set made their way down and as the whole  ‘there’s change coming once and for all. you’re getting too old, too weak to keep holding on’ thing started, they each handed a pape to a kid on the ground (each handed out like two or three)

as each kid got their pape, they would read it, and stand up with their fist in the air

on the last chord, everyone punched their fist in the air

also none of the teens/kids sang during Once and For All, it was all the cast/offstage singers

‘he doesn’t do happiness, does he?’ was SO WELL-DELIVERED

jay’s impression on ‘its a compromise we can all live with’ wasn’t as harsh as corey’s, but it was spot-on with how Davis Gaines had said the line earlier

LOOK AT THESE SIGNS THEY HAD

when crutchie came back there was so much celebrating

also jack and crutchie had the BEST HUG IVE EVER SEEN I LOVE THEM    

crutchie giving snyder handcuffs was amazing i loved it

LOOK AT THEM DURING FINALE

and now here’s some pics of the cast being goofballs backstage/bowing

i love jack sippel he’s great

thats during king of new york btw

in conclusion, newsies at the Muny was amazing and if they don’t do it again in a few years and have the show go for 10 days instead of 7 i will fight

also its like 2 in the morning. i started writing this at like 11:30. what.

Dune Dweller~

It’s been so grossly hot in Sydney this week, it feels like the Wasteland☀️☀️ should Australia melt I’ll become a sand person, living under a dune and sneaking out to scavenge for two headed lizards and guzzolene 👍

Hooded top - Creancient (bought from Glebe markets)
Furiosa’s googles were a gift, everything else is second hand or handmade.

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A Secret

A Richie Tozier fic for the anon that requested these prompts!

19. “Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!”

23. “you’re so small it’s adorable”

37. “you’re such an ass!” “but a fine looking one, yes?”

48. “are you done staring?”

95. “shut up!” “make me.”

In which Y/N has a crush On Richie but, out of fear of being rejected, hides her feelings by making fun of him and pushing him away

Y/N and her friends were heading to the top of the cliff to hang out with each other and somehow manage to scrape up some courage to jump off of said cliff. Y/N glanced at all of her friends as they talked amongst themselves. She had met Bill, Stan and Eddie first. She had stumbled upon them in an empty patch of woods that they now called the Barrens and befriended them as the three boys had started to try to form a small dam in the small stream that ran through the woods.

Ben and Bev came next. Y/N had met both of them through school and befriended them the same way. Y/N had walked in on three snooty girls throwing profanities at Bev in the halls and told them to knock off the shit or she was gonna knock it off for them. Bev and Y/N instantly became friends after Y/N helped her gather up all of her books that the girls had knocked onto the floor. Bens situation was a bit more physical. Some upper grade kids were pushing him around after school and even knocked him onto the ground. One kid was about to smash Ben’s project into the dirt when Y/N came and snatched it out of his hands. Y/N helped Ben up and threatened to shove the kids’ heads so far up their asses it’d look like a hat. Ben thanked Y/N and they both walked home together and they’ve been friends ever since.

Y/N had met Mike one day when she saw him struggling to carry some raw lamb meat into the butcher shop. She quickly walked over to his small delivery bike and offered a helping hand and he timidly accepted. After a few more minutes of helping Mike, they were finally finished. Mike started to divide the tip that the butcher had given him in half when Y/N smiled and shook her head ‘no’ and politely told him to keep it all for himself. Mike felt bad for her helping him and not repaying her so he offered her a ride to her house on the back of his bike and the rest is history.

Lastly but most certainly not least was trashmouth himself. Richie Tozier himself. Y/N met Richie through Bill. One day while Y/N was hanging out with Bill at his house, Richie came into his room and threw his bag down beside Bill’s bed and was about to speak when he looked up and saw you. Y/N could’ve swore she saw Richie turn a little red but her thoughts were interrupted when Richie spoke to Bill.

“Damn, Bill. Why didn’t you tell me you were inviting your girlfriend over. I would’ve put on my best deodorant.”

“She’s nuh-not my guh-girlfriend. T-this is my f-friend Y-Y/N” Bill responded as he rolled his eyes.

Richie smiled wide and walked over to you both.

“Oh, so that means you’re on the market then?” Richie said as he slung his arm around her shoulder.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up but quickly shoved him away playfully

“Let go of me!” Y/N laughed.

“I’m barely touching you!” Richie responded as he dramatically fell onto his side after Y/N’s soft push.

Y/N smiled back at the thoughts of her meeting her friends and her long time crush. By the time she had come out of her thoughts, they had all made it to the top of the cliff. The view from the top of the cliff was stunning. Y/N was looking out at the water near the edge of the cliff when someone nudged her forwards. Y/N quickly  took a step backwards so she didn’t fall over the edge and then turned to see who had pushed her. She came face to face with a smiling Richie. Y/N reached her hand up to his face and flicked him hard in the forehead. Richie winced.

“You’re such an ass!” Y/N yelled at Richie as her heartbeat started to calm down.

“But a fine looking one, yes?” Richie responded as that same shit-eating grin formed on his face again.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she turned and walked away with a small smile on her face. Y/N’s back was to the edge of the cliff as she stripped herself of her shirt and shorts, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. When she turned back around to face the rest of the group she saw Richie looking over in her direction. Her face went bright pink as Richie met eyes with her.

“Are you done staring?” Y/N asked Richie as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“Nah,” Richie started, “I could stand to look a little longer.”

Y/N threw her shirt at his face as she walked to the edge of the cliff once again.

She took a few steps back and then started running back to the edge before pushing herself away from the cliff and towards the water. moments later she watched as the rest of her friends jumped into the water and started splashing each other. Y/N was laughing at Stan trying to dunk Eddie under when she felt something grab onto her ankle. She let out a shriek as she struggled to swim away from whatever had grabbed her. Y/N’s size caused her to struggle to swim quickly away, since her limbs weren’t exactly the normal length they should be. Whatever had grabbed her ankle let go and rose to the surface of the water. Y/N wasn’t surprised to see Richie arise from the depths of the lake. Y/N splashed water at his face strongly and let out an angry sigh.

“Richie what the hell I almost had a heart attack!” Y/N screamed as she continued to splash him with the cold, murky water.

Richie just laughed at her.

“You’re so small it’s adorable.” Richie said as he continued to laugh and smile at her.

A little while later, Y/N and the gang dried off and grabbed their clothes from the top of the cliff and headed back down to go back home.

Richie and Y/N were walking together a little bit behind the rest.

“You know, Y/N.” Richie said. “I didn’t mean to annoy you today. I was just joking around with you is all. You know I’d never annoy you just to be an ass, right babe?”

Richie slung his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and had his face close to hers. She knew her face was turning red which would cue that damned red pigment to form and she tried to hide it, but Richie caught her before she could turn her head away from him.

“Woah, Y/N! Your face is all red! wait, is it because you might have a wittle ole cwush on wittle ole me?” Richie said.

Y/N shrugged his arm off of her and probably looked identical to a tomato and she huffed.

“Shut up!” Y/N said as she covered her face with her hands so she wouldn’t have to look at Richie and be further embarrassed.

“Make me.” He replied coolly.

Y/N felt something form in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know if it was confidence or fear but whatever it was, it finally pushed her to do what she’s wanted to for a while.

Y/N uncovered her face, looked at Richie, and kissed him square on the lips. She pulled away after about five seconds and stared at him. Richie opened his eyes and stared right back at her. Y/N’s heart started to race and at this pint she wouldn’t mind being pushed off the cliff but her thoughts were interrupted by something grabbing onto her hand. she looked down and saw that Richie had intertwined his hand with hers. Y/N looked from their hands up to his face and saw him blushing and smiling. he leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the cheek before speaking.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

Requirements

Word Count: 802

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

A/N: I’m going to say this is the Enoch from the movie with looks and age, but the Enoch from the books in personality and other character ages. (*cough* Olive *cough*) This is my first one-shot on this account, but I have much more on my personal account at @officialxdork. Enjoy! 


“Jacob? Miss Peregrine wants to speak with you,” Emma called, walking down into the basement. Jacob nodded and left with the blonde fire-pillar. I waited until I couldn’t hear the pairs of footsteps on the staircase to speak.

“They’re cute together, don’t you think, Enoch?” I asked, a smile on my face.

“Yeah, yeah. It was very cute when he flirted with you in the garden,” Enoch grumbled under his breath. He continued to toy with his lob of clay, attempting to mould a new homunculus. I let out a small sigh, looking around the room I’d seen a thousand times. The walls were lined with jars of pickled organs. Mostly hearts. A wide variety in size.

“He wasn’t flirting with me,” I said.

“Sure, you just keep telling yourself that,” the boy in the in front of me muttered, still fiddling with his clay.

“Oh, is little Enoch jealous?” I cooed, walking up to the pouting boy. He set down his work.

“Of course not.” HIs accent thickened with the lie.

“Don’t worry, Enoch. Jacob isn’t my type anyway,” I smiled, sitting on his lap. He leant back in his chair to look at me.

“You have a type?” He asked.

“Contrary to popular belief, yes. I do,” I smiled. “I like boys with pale skin and rosy cheeks. and pouty, soft lips. Perfect for kissing.”

I stopped talking for a moment to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I also like boys with dark hair. Preferably with little curls to run my hands through.” I did the action as the words left my mouth, resting my arms around his neck when finished.

“Oh really?” Enoch asked, a hint of a smile on his features. A very rare occurrence for sure.

“Yes. I also like brown eyes. reminds me of chocolate.” I stood up and place a light kiss on the crown of his head. He sat in silence, a cherry hue colouring his cheeks. “If you happen to meet anyone like that, tell them that a date is in order.”

I turned around and headed for the stairs but just before I reached the top, I stopped. “Oh and, I also seem to have a thing for dead-risers.” A smirk plastered onto my mouth. I’m sure his face was strawberry red in his stunned silence, but I didn’t turn around to check as I walked out of the basement.

“(Y/N)!” I heard his familiar voice shout from down the hall. I was right in front of my room. I stopped and waited for Enoch to catch up.

“I think I know someone who meets your requirements,” he said.

“Oh, yeah? Did you tell them about the date?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Yes, and they would love to go on a picnic with you,” Enoch responded. I smiled even wider if that was even possible.

“That sounds lovely. Tell this dream boy to meet me in the garden tomorrow for lunch,” I replied, happily placing a kiss on Enoch’s pale cheek.

A smile graced his lips, showing off his pearly whites. A very unusual but very welcome sight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leant in close. So close, that his nose was brushing against my own. I moved in until our lips almost touched and  I could feel his breath on my face. Then I pulled away and turned to go, leaving an extremely disappointed Enoch.

The necromancer grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, a smirk on his face.

“You are such a tease,” he said as he leant in and kissed me. His hands found my hips while mine entangled in his hair.

“Hey lovebirds! Stop snogging and come to dinner!” A small girl’s voice said. Both Enoch and I looked up to the ceiling and saw a laughing Olive. That little spy was almost as bad as Millard.

“Yeah, you’re going to be late,” an invisible voice sounded. Speak of the devil.

Enoch groaned but I just laughed, intertwining our fingers and walking down to the dining room. An eternity with Enoch didn’t sound too bad. But the spying would get old.

We Are Young: Chapter 4

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Hometown pride was just as big as school pride when it came to hockey games in Rifthold.

The stadium was packed with the people. The bleachers on both sides of the ice were full, and Aelin was sure the whole town showed up to watch the first game on the season.

And what a game it was.

Second period was coming to an end, and both the Rifthold Royals and Skull Bay Pirates had yet to score a goal. Dorian was definitely living up to his nickname this game. But the Pirates’ goalie seemed to be just as good.

The tension in the arena was thick. Everyone was waiting for someone to score that first goal. And it only grew thicker every time the puck got close to a net.

But though the scoring was lacking, the fights and penalties definitely weren’t.

If Aelin didn’t know any better, she’d think the only reason Fenrys, Aedion, and Lorcan were on the team in the first place was to pick fights. They spent more time throwing punches and sitting in the penalty box than they did actually playing the game.

“If he wanted to throw punches all day long,” Lysandra watched with narrowed eyes as the referee broke up another fight between Aedion and one of the Pirates players. “He should have just joined wrestling.”

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red

“The color red is often associated with meanings passion, anger, and aggression.“


Fixing your top, you left the bathroom and headed towards the ping pong room backstage, wanting to hang out with your boyfriend before he had to leave for his meet and greet. “So, how did you and Y/N meet? You never really told us.” You heard Mike say, and the sound of the ball hitting the table.

Wanting to see what Shawn would say, you waited in the hall, smiling to yourself as you thought of the night of Shawn asked you out.

“Well, um, actually,” Shawn started, and you heard hesitation in his voice. “When we first started dating, I was still hanging out with Nash, and the guys.” Shawn said, and even you heard the distaste in his voice. “We were all sitting around one night, and the guys dared me to ask a girl out on a date. Nothing more, just a date.”

You felt your blood boil when you heard that, since you thought Shawn had asked you out with actual feelings, not on some stupid dare. You didn’t listen to the rest of what Shawn was going to say; you couldn’t, you were too overcome with anger to focus on anything except getting off of this tour.


Shawn walked over to you, and tried to wrap his arms around your waist, but you resisted. “What’s wrong?” Shawn asked, knowing you were always down for a hug.

“Nothing, just don’t feel too well.” You said, not looking him in the eyes.

“Well,” Shawn frowned. “Do you want to take a nap on the bus? I’d offer for you to take it in here, but it’s going to get pretty rambunctious and loud soon.” He rose an eyebrow, taking a drink from the fridge.

You nodded, and grabbed your phone. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” You said, smiling at him. “Have a good show, Shawn.” You left without giving Shawn a kiss, something that made Shawn worry even more.


You stared at the bunk above you, not tired. You could hear the faint music from Shawn’s concert outside, but your mind was somewhere else. You wondered if Shawn ever had any feelings for you, or if it was all just a drawn out prank, a joke. You laughed to yourself, thinking of how sincere you had been through the relationship, while Shawn must’ve only pictured it as a little game.

You were too caught up in your thoughts to hear Shawn enter the bus. He pulled the curtain back on the bunk, frowning when he saw you weren’t asleep. “What are you doing up? Thought you didn’t feel good?”

Not saying anything, you just turned so your back was to him. “Babe? I’m worried about you, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not your babe.” You said. “You don’t say that to someone who you asked out on a fucking dare, Shawn!” You said, voice rising as you spoke.

Shawn’s face morphed from concern, to guilt. “I-”

“No, you don’t get to say anything.” You pointed a finger at him, surprising yourself with how venomous your voice sounded.  “I can’t believe you! Two years wasted on a dare! When the fuck were you going to tell me, huh?”

Shawn didn’t say anything, he just sucked his lip into his mouth, and looked at the wall behind you.

Were you even going to tell me?” You asked. “Were you going to keep that a secret through our entire relationship?”

“I was going to tell you eventually.” Shawn spoke. He noticed how the streetlights outside cast a red tint on the area around you both, seeming to add tension to the room.

“When?” You asked, standing across from your boyfriend. “When were you going to tell me? The night you propose to me? Hmm? Yeah, I saw the ring.” You said, looking at him.

Shawn’s eyes met yours for the first time since he got on the bus, and he saw anger coming through. He took a deep breath, before looking at you. “You can’t blame me for not telling you! It would’ve killed you!”

“Yeah, finding out this way isn’t too good, either!” You yelled, the fight becoming such a screaming match you were sure everyone outside of the bus could hear you.

Shawn ran a hand through his hair. “Stop playing the victim! It’s not like anyone else would’ve asked you out!” He said, and immediately wanted to take the words back. “No, I didn’t mean-”

You didn’t reply, but grabbed your purse and headed towards the door of the bus. With one last look back at Shawn, you opened the door. “Fuck you, Shawn.” You walked down the steps, and off into the night.


Unexpected Hand Holding

In which Richie high fives his girlfriend, Y/N, and gets a surprise

The Losers Club and Y/N were walking around town after spending about an hour at the local arcade and wasting almost all of their money on the exciting and challenging games. They all were walking aimlessly with nowhere really in particular that they wanted to go.

“Hey,” Stan suddenly spoke, “Why don’t we all go to the cliff and jump off into the lake?”

Everyone looked at each other and agreed and so they headed to their usual hangout spot.

The walk up to the top of the cliff was a hot and fairly long one but they all finally made it. Y/N never got over how breath taking the view was from the top. The way the sunlight perfectly cascaded over the ripples in the lake water and the contrast of the bright blue sky against the dark, murky water always made Y/N smile and take in a deep breath. Y/N looked over to see everyone already starting to strip down to their undergarments and so Y/N started to do the same.

Eddie slowly walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked down to the water.

“Ill never get over how long the drop is.” He said as he nervously stepped back to the rest of the group.

Richie smiled as he took his glasses off.

“Its not the only long thing here is it, babe?” Richie asked with great enthusiasm as he looked at Y/N with a raised hand.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and went to high five Richie like he wanted, but she did a little more. When Y/Ns palm met Richie’s, she interlocked her fingers with his and held his hand. Richie looked from Y/N down to their intertwined fingers that were now by their sides.

“Awe, look.” Mike spoke, “Richie’s and Y/N re holding haaaands.”

Richie went bright red and squinted in Mikes general direction.

“S-shut up.” He stammered out.

Y/N giggled and tightened her hold on Richie’s hand and started booking in to the edge of the cliff top. Before Richie knew it, him and Y/N were jumping off of the cliff while still holding hands and nearing the water. They finally splashed into the lake and rose up to the surface. When they caught their breath, Y/N looked over to Richie and spoke.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Richie splashed her before leaning over to kiss her on the cheek as the others started to jump off of the cliff into the water.

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17. Clexa

This was a bad idea. One hell of a bad idea. The woefully unfit mother of all bad ideas. How Lexa ever thought this could work in her favor was now entirely beyond her. She winced as she stood, partially hidden, at the end of the hall and watched the now painfully familiar scene play out.

Clarke only briefly glanced down at the small white envelope tucked into the door of her locker. She didn’t bother to open the thing, just a quick look at her own name scrawled across the top, and then she rolled her eyes hard enough to send them rocketing into the back of her skull. For the fifth time in a row, she wadded up the unopened envelope, tucked her English book under her arm, and then shut her locker and headed to class. The crumpled unread note landed on top of a heap of trash in a hallway bin, and Lexa wanted to crawl in with it. She may as well stink as bad as this utterly idiotic idea and it’s completely hopeless execution. Just another high-school trash pile.

“Give it a try,” Mr. Jaha had said. “You might be surprised by the results.”

Yeah, Lexa was surprised all right. She knew Clarke had been anti-relationship since Finn Collins cheated on her sophomore year with a girl from another school and gave her Chlamydia. But she hadn’t expected her to be so completely jaded that she would take one look at a nice, nerdy note from a nice, anonymous nerd and act as if someone had sent her an eviction notice despite her having no intention of ever paying the back-rent.

It had been two years, but at the mere mention of ‘love’, Clarke acted like she was still waiting for a pharmacist to fill her Azithromycin prescription and cure her of every last Finn-Collins-related symptom. That was unfortunate for Lexa considering she had been in love with Clarke Griffin since the sixth-grade Honor Roll trip when Jasper Jordan stuck gum in Octavia Blake’s hair, and Clarke diligently ate the chocolate off six Reese’s cups so she could use the peanut butter to slide the gum out. A sacrifice of peanut-butter cups to save your best friend the horrors of a bowl cut. Talk about heroic. Lexa had pushed her glasses up on her nose and swooned from the back of the bus at the sheer cleverness of the girl.

And thus began her quiet pining for Clarke Griffin.

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