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Here Are My Colors

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.

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Traditional Weddings and Little Toy Rings

Traditional Weddings and Little Toy Rings

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,683

Author: Ruby 2.0 [daddyslittleraven]

Quote: “I’m actually kind of drunk. Me likey.”

A/N: This fic is for Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. The challenge was to incorporate a quote that we chose into a AU fic and submit it. If you like this, there will be more in the future. :) Also fair warning, I am absolute shit at writing smut, but here it is.

AU: There’s actually a bunch of au’s that I’m mashing together, so I’ll just throw all of the main ones into one big sentence: “Our apartments are across from each other so we always see each other in the morning, and I always see you with your partner and then I saw you really sad because they stood you up at dinner and I haven’t seen them for weeks and I just wanna see your smile again so please let me come over.”  

Warnings: Huge drabble? Swearing, drinking, smut more than likely, cheating boyfriend (not Dean-o), angsty-undertones.

@dancingalone21

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anonymous asked:

so paul always says now that hes grateful he and john reconciled before john's death, but ive always sort of wondered if they really did or if paul was saying that more as a coping mechanism. i mean, obviously we'll never know what happened in private, but based on what they were saying about each other in the press in 1980 they didnt seem so reconciled as paul claims. also, whenever paul refers to they getting along, he always uses the same "making bread phone call" ex.. as if its the only one

There are a variety of things I could bring up in the answering of this, but I think part of your question hinges upon your own definition of reconciliation, specific to John and Paul’s relationship, and how their actions square up within it. If it can only be adjudged reconciliation by an unequivocal reestablishment of their songwriting partnership, then they were never reconciled. If it can only be adjudged reconciliation if there was a singularly defined watershed moment of unadorned emotional clarity from whence they never ever said a remotely negative thing about each other in the press again ever, then they were certainly never reconciled. So how and where does one measure it? The least I can argue is that while John and Paul consciously uncoupled, they were never really emotionally estranged or emotionally uninvolved; they never even managed to go without communicating with each other for a third as long as that other ardently involved partnership, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, did. And it would be inimical to dismiss the depth and involvement of their relationship and the strength of their emotional ties to each other based on whatever ugly sentiments that were communicated and disproportionately amplified in public, especially when said sentiments are actually a glaring demonstration of how much they were not Over Each Other.

… They were never indifferent about each other, is what I’m saying. Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you.

(Well, John probably did perceive Paul’s no-comment-trucking-right-along manner of dealing with things as blissfully unconcerned indifference to and in comparison to his own markedly ostentatious divorce pangs, but that’s another issue for another time.) 

(More under the cut because this response got interminable.) 

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chaitea09  asked:

You were chased by the cops, got in my car, and yelled "DRIVE!" AU for Dorlen?

“Against All Odds” - Modern AU Pavellan

Dorian Pavus x Varlen Lavellan, approx 1800 words, most under the cut <3


“DRIVE!”

Varlen yelped and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, his heartrate increasing at an almost identical rate as his car tore off down the street. Breathing hard, Varlen glanced across, eyes wide with panic. There was a man beside him, turned away, clearly intent on something out the window. Vaguely Varlen swore he could hear the sound of distant shouts; of sirens muted by the heavy brick of buildings. For a time, the stranger stayed pressed close to the glass, then abruptly turned, sinking low in the passenger seat. Varlen could feel his hands shaking as he gripped the wheel, palms slick with sweat.

“Please,” he said quietly, forcing himself to focus on the road, begging his voice not to tremble. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, just—”

“Turn here,” the man instructed sharply, cutting him off and gesturing to a street on the right. Varlen, shocked, obeyed with a panicked jerk of the wheel, tires skidding as he swung the car around the corner. The man made a noise of surprise beside him, his and flying up to grip the handle above the door as the force of the turn shoved him to the left.

“Sorry - sorry!” Varlen said, then paused, mentally kicking himself. Why am I apologising to him? He’s not a passenger! He’s carjacking me!

“Quite all right,” the man replied shakily, righting himself in the seat. Again, he turned and glanced back out the passenger window, peering into the dark. “Although feel free to take it a mite slower next time. I’d hate to pull off such a daring escape only to find myself cast through a windshield.”

Varlen didn’t reply, his hands still shaking, eyes focused intently on the road in front. Don’t look at him. Don’t make him mad. This will be fine. YOU will be fine. Just… stay calm…

The man let out a quiet breath and turned back to face the front of the car. Varlen’s chest felt too tight - too small to hold all the air he needed for breathing. Was this really happening?! Why? He was a good person! He didn’t deserve–

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

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Run Away

Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3

@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him

A/N: I seriously loved these requests so much, thanks guys.

Word count: 4,538

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst.

Originally posted by green-circles

Theme Songs: Tracks in the Snow - The Civil Wars, Collapsing Inwards, A Game of Croquet, A Model of the Universe, The Dreams that Stuff is Made Of — Jóhann Jóhannsson, I Can’t Make You Love Me (Adele cover). Spotify Playlist

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Low Heavens (Part II) High Hells (Part III) Train Wreck (Part IV) Just Not Tonight (Part V)

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“Anyhow, Sam still doesn’t know it was me who accidentally burned the hole in the carpet,” Dean smirked. “He thinks it was just the person that was there before us.”

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Work, Work, Work

Words Count: 1143 / Warnings: Light Make out.

“How long until you finish it?” Henry asks as he approaches me.

I look at tons of paper spread on the dinner table that needs to be revising for my meeting tomorrow. I’ve been preparing myself for this important meeting. Which means I’ve pay little or no attention to the beautiful man standing next to me.

I sigh. “I don’t know. I still have a lot of paper do finish.”

“I can see that” he muttered.

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Baby, It's Cold Outside

Request: could you write a fic based on the song Baby It’s Cold Outside with Thomas?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,316

Warning: A bit of smooching? Is that in need of a warning? Oh, and Thomas curses once.

A/N: Happy holidays, loves. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! And if you don’t celebrate that, then I hope whatever holiday you do celebrate goes/went just as well. Anyways, I know this is late but I had a sudden spark of inspiration last night. I meant to post it this morning but, like always, my dad didn’t tell me our plans until last minute and we had to leave sooner than I thought. But anyways, I hope you like it!


Had you known it was suposed to snow like this today, you probably would’ve declined your friend’s kind invite for wine and movies. It was well into the afternoon when you eventually called it quits, not wanting to be drunk and walking through the steady snowfall.

“Well, this has been fun, Thomas,” You started as you set down your glass and stood up from the couch, “But it’s getting late. I should go.“

Thomas quickly stood as you picked up your coat from the arm of the couch to put it on. 

“So soon?” He asked you, observing as you slipped your arms into the sleeves and began buttoning it up. Thomas reached you in long, swift strides, and stilled your hands. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as your eyes met. “It’s cold outside.”

“Yes, Thomas, that’s what coats are for. So, if you’d allow me to finish buttoning mine-“

”I mean, look at it out there.  The snow’s at least up to your ankles.“ He gestured to the window to prove his point.

Outside, the snow came down in waves, He was right, the snow was rather piled up, and quickly getting higher.

"I’ll be fine.” You moved to finished buttoning up your coat, but you were stopped again,

“What’s your hurry?”

“My hurry is that if I don’t leave quick enough then it’ll be up to my hips by the time I finally do.”

“Stay.” He said, almost a little too quickly. You eyed him suspiciously and when you didn’t say anything, he spoke again.

“There’s still plenty of wine left,” he said, hoping that would convince you. He gestured to the coffee table and your gaze followed the motion. Your eyes landed on the open bottle of incredibly expensive red wine. You only briefly considered it before scolding your brain for allowing itself to be fooled. You quickly diverted your eyes back to a slightly smirking Thomas.

“Thomas,” You said warningly, “I gotta go.”

“Come on, (Y/N). Just stay.”

“You’re real damn pushy, you know.” You tried to sound upset, but the words came out with a small smile and a laugh. 

“I like to call it opportunistic,” he corrected smugly. You rolled your eyes. 

“You really are just the worst kind of person,” you said finishing buttoning your coat and moving away from him to grab your bag. Thomas followed. 

“Yet you stayed all afternoon. And drank wine with me. I know you, you wouldn’t have drank with me if you didn't like me,” he said with a wink. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Why did you have to love this jerk? 

“Whatever. I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” He quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. As you turned his lips crashed against yours and your eyes widened. His hand rested against your side, his other still carefully holding your wrist. His touch was warm and you couldn’t help but melt into it. 

Thomas was satisfied only when you allowed yourself to kiss back. That’s when he pulled away. 

Your lips were slightly parted in shock as you looked up at him. When his pleased eyes met your unsure ones, you quickly looked away. The floor was suddenly much more interesting. 

“Cat’s got your tongue now, sweetness?” He purred, cupping your chin and making you look up at him. 

“You’re drunk,” you said bluntly. He laughed.

“Drunk? Honey, I didn’t drink all that on my own, we shared. How lightweight do you think I am?”

“Why else would you just kiss me like that, then?”

Thomas let out another laugh, the fingers around your waist curling to hold you tighter. It wasn’t a threatening grip, though. It was soft and protective. 

“Maybe because I’m fucking crazy about you?” He said with a quirky grin. It might’ve been the first time you’d seen him without a cocky look to his smile. You loved it.

“Real funny.”

“Is it? Because I’m serious.”

“Uh huh.” You pulled away from him and smoothed out your coat, “maybe you need a little nap. You aren’t thinking straight.”

“Sure, I’ll take a nap. As long as you join me.”

You huffed and glanced back at the open bottle again. He had to have been right, he wasn’t drunk. You had about the same amount of wine as he did and you felt far from tipsy. However, you were still in denial over the previous events. Your head was clouded with the feeling of Thomas’ lips against yours and It was driving you crazy. 

“Maybe another kiss would convince you?” You heard him say and suddenly came back to your senses. You watched as his eyes flickered up to your eyes from your lips and your stomach flipped. 

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you responded, your voice coy and smug. “It might.”

His lips were on yours in a second. They molded with yours perfectly as you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his curls. He groaned and pulled you closer to him, your bodies flush against each other. When he separated from you for air, it was only slightly. Your lips were inches away from each other. It was hard not to tug him back down and get lost in another kiss.

“So? Have you been convinced?” He asked you, incredibly delighted by the flustered expression on your face, knowing he caused it.

You pulled yourself back into your thoughts as your eyes trailed past Thomas and towards the wine on the table one last time. The stuff was damn good, you had to admit. And Thomas bought it just for you two to share. You’d hate to have him spend all that money for you then make him drink it alone. 

Then your eyes landed on the frost covered window showing the outside world. The snow was rather high by now, and it was only getting worse. did you really want to go out in that? 

The crackling of the fire in the fireplace drew your attention to that area of the room. The warm glow spreading across the hearth and into the room was so inviting. The heat felt so much nicer than the freezing outside. 

And finally, you looked up at Thomas. While you expected to be met with a devious gaze, the look in his shimmering brown eyes was sweet and gentle, with a hint of worry. It seemed like his flirty nature had dissipated completely, replaced with something softer, caring.  He really didn’t want you to go out there. 

You sighed and started unbuttoning your coat, a look of triumph washing over the man’s features before you. 

“Fine. But… Only just one more drink, then I really have to go.”

Thomas chuckled warmly and pulled your coat off your shoulders. He folded it neatly and hung it back over the arm of the couch, back onto its previous spot.

“Of course,” he said knowingly.

He knew, in reality, you’d have to stay the night after hanging around too late. He knew one drink would turn into two and three as you got lost in conversation. And so did you. But you didn’t mind so much after all. You trusted him enough to stick around. You weren’t even sure why you were in such a hurry in the first place, knowing you’d be miserable out in that snow. 

Thomas took your hand and lead you back to the couch. He poured you another glass as you sat, and filled his own glass after you thanked him quietly. Then, you just talked, enjoying the heat of the fire and each other’s presence.

Neither of you brought up the kiss for the rest of the night, but it never left your minds until you settled down on opposite sides of Thomas’ bed, joined only by your intertwined fingers, and drifted into peaceful sleep.  

I want to write about you, but today words are not leaving the end of my tongue. I wanted to write about you but today things feel different. I wanted to write about you.
I wanted to write love words in a letter and put it in front of your doorstep.
But if today was yesterday and if the sun was still as warm as it was in June,i would write about you.

I would write about how out of all the things my hand has held, the best so far was yours.
I would write about how our bodies could never get close enough, and how coldness became so warm when you were there.
I would write about the way i could see the most beautiful sunsets in your eyes even in a dark room.
I would write about those tracing maps i would make across your skin when its late at night and i couldnt find sleep because i felt breakable.
I would write pages over pages about your laugh. How it was the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.
I would say that you’re so imperfectly perfect to me that i can’t even see something else as beautiful.
And i would talk to them about how you could turn 5 and silly and we’d turn into kids laughing at the world and the only thing we’d have around us is an empty room and an unmade bed.

You know when you’re in a car and the sun is colouring your face in yellow and the wind is making the end of your noise feel a little colder than the other parts of your body and just for that, just for that split of a second you forget everything around you.
You were that second.
You were that second over and over again.
It was 3 am and we just met and we were laughing on a roof and i felt pure for the first time in a long time. And at that moment, your hands were around me and we were looking at the sky . And.

BuckyxReader insert drabble thing for fun (Parts 1-3/?)

clutter-buck and theoneandonlyowengrady both wanted it, and these (and other) thoughts had been running through my head about Bucky Barnes for days, and this is what I have written up.  I guess, maybe if people like them, I’ll try to write more, if not then that’s alright. I can stick with what my followers enjoy.

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jessica-bones-winchester  asked:

Congrats on the 5,000 followers! We're all here for a reason. That reason is that you are an awesome writer. My Prompt: Reader has been hunting with Sam and Dean for over a year when Dean surprises her by taking her to her favorite, secluded star-gazing spot, hoping to move their relationship to the next level. (It's a long sentence, but it's just one. Counts, right?) If you decide to do this one, can you do sexy, but not smutty? Maybe even a little fluffy?

Starry Night

“Where are we going, Dean?” you asked. “It’s late and I’m tired. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, hating that you couldn’t see. It was pushing all your hunter senses into overdrive. “And when can I take off this stupid blindfold?”

“Take it easy,” he chuckled. “You’ll see soon enough. Try to be patient.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and rested your head against the Impala’s seat. “I won’t see anything with this stupid blindfold on,” you muttered under your breath.

You wondered what Dean was up to. He’d been acting strange all day, completely unlike his usual gruff, irritated self. You’d known the Winchesters for more than a year, hunting with them most of that time. You’d grown close to both brothers, even gone through a bout of being attracted to both of them. It hadn’t taken long before you realized Sam was a friend - someone you could talk to, laugh with and occasionally get drunk with, but not someone you could love. Unless it was like a brother.

Dean on the other hand, well, that was a different story. Over the last few months you’d found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, carving out time with him in any way you could - random trips for supplies, pool nights at the bar, hell, you’d even gone with him when he got his hair cut a few weeks ago. There was something about the elder Winchester that was just irresistible. It wasn’t just his good looks - that was a bonus - but rather his save the world attitude, his protective streak, his love for not only his brother but his friends as well, and even his self-deprecating manner, all combined to make you want to be with him every single minute of the day.

Unfortunately, you had no idea if he felt the same. Normally you could read Dean like an open book, but for some reason when it came to his feelings for you, you were blind. You’d tried asking Sam, but he claimed to have no idea.

Dean must have turned onto a dirt road, or maybe no road considering how jarring the current state of your travels were. He drove for several minutes, the car bouncing and bumping along. When it finally came to a stop, you reached for the blindfold.

“Nope,” Dean said, his hand on yours, stopping you. “Not yet. Give me five minutes.”

You heard the door open and close, then the same sound from the trunk. You waited impatiently, tapping your foot against the floor off the car. You were just about ready to yank off the blindfold when your door opened and Dean took your elbow, helping you from the car. He untied the blindfold and let it fall away from your eyes.

You gasped, your hand going to your mouth in an attempt to hold it in. You couldn’t believe he’d remembered. You turned to look at him.

Dean shrugged, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck in that way he had when he was nervous. “You might have mentioned how much you loved this place once or twice,” he smiled.

You shook your head, tears building in your eyes. He’d brought you to your favorite spot in the entire world, a tiny clearing of off a back road deep in Montana. The sky was so clear and so close, it felt like you could touch it. It was indescribably beautiful. You’d accidentally stumbled on this perfect stargazing spot after you’d wrapped up a chupacabra hunt several years ago and you’d come back every time you were anywhere within a hundred mile radius. You’d never brought Dean here, but somehow he’d known.

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, tugging you toward the front of the Impala. Spread out on the ground was the large quilt he kept in the trunk, a couple of thermoses, a huge pillow and several blankets. Dean dropped your hand and gestured to the set up.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You followed his instructions and dropped to the ground, your head back so you could look up at the stars. Dean sat next to you, close but not quite touching. You turned to look at him.

“How’d you know about this place?” you asked. “I know I’ve mentioned it, but I didn’t think you paid attention.”

“I always pay attention when you talk,” he replied, his voice lower, gruffer than usual. “Sam helped figure out where this place was. I wanted to bring you someplace special to you.”

“Why?” you whispered.

“Because, um…I…see, lately I’ve been…well, you know, feeling differently toward you,” he stammered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I hate talking about this stuff,” he grumbled.

You took his hand in yours. “So do I,” you smiled.

A smile spread across Dean’s face. He moved closer to you, just a few inches, until his leg was touching yours. He slid his arm around your waist and brushed a soft kiss over your lips.

You sighed and pressed yourself to his side. “So you did all this for me to tell me -?”

“Yeah,” he interrupted, nodding.

You shivered, not sure if it was because of the cool Montana air or because of the realization that Dean had feelings for you, too. “Thank you,” you said. You kissed the corner of his mouth.

Dean laid one of extra blankets over your lap, then he pulled you down next to him, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you. You were both quiet, gazing up at the millions of stars overhead.

You felt Dean press a kiss to your temple. “You’re welcome,” he whispered

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I feel like I haven’t said thank you enough lately.  I’ve been pretty inactive due to loads of different situations, but even will that, its really cool to see that people are still following this blog and actually like the content.  I have so much fun with this blog :)

~How would they study gif post!

Haru:

Makoto:

Nagisa:

Rei:

Rin:

Sosuke:

Kisumi:

babe it hasnt even been two months and im proud to let you know that the sad poems i write and the melancholic art i make is not about you anymore, because yeah, once upon a time they were all for you but you threw that away once you decided her body is worth more than my heart ever would be to you but thats okay now! i promise its ok! i am cleansed of you, i wont stay up late at night aching, clawing at my skin wondering why i wasnt enough because now theres someone else. i write my sad poetry because of him and i draw my melancholic art for him and im up at midnight because of him. you arent irreplacable

Song Preference // Air - Shawn Mendes 

Requested? Yes.

(this is one of the saddest things i’ve ever written i swear)

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  • Reita: the moment I opened the door, a cicada came in and I'm panicking big time...
  • Reita: the cicada flying around the room...
  • me holding a small box and stooping with my body half bent, ready to get him...
  • Aoi: yeh yeh, you're so cute ┐(´-`)┌
  • Reita: well, if it was you, you'd be screaming, wouldn't you? (lol)
  • Aoi: you're retweeting like real fast, aren't you? ┐(´-`)┌
  • Reita: we're a team, aren't we?
  • Aoi: I can't quite think of a good comeback so I'm gonna go to sleep(_・ω・)_バァン
  • Aoi: you should eat it, you know, like that image we have at LIVES or our photoshoots (_・ω・)_バァン…
  • Reita: that is SO not my image!
  • Aoi: 10 ^ 64 is called 'fukashigi' ("can't even be conceived of")
  • 10 ^ 68 is called 'muryoutaisu' ("immeasurably large number")
  • it just feels like they gave up counting and I'm really cracking up!
  • good night!
  • Aoi: well, even elementary school kids know how to count to ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million, trillion, ten quadrillion, hundred quintillion but it's like they felt like anything beyond that point was just a pain in the ass and they didn't tell us which is a shame cause I really liked that topic.
  • good night...and sweet dreams.
  • Reita: it was delicious. anyway, lately we've been so busy that I don't have enough tiiime. today was also quite busy.
  • Aoi: Σ(OωO ) are you seriooouuus? stay away from me.
  • Aoi: well, I guess every band needs at least one weirdo, you know, to mix things up, give it some life and spirit. but I mean, I'm everbody's Aoi-San and I have the responsibility to accept all your love so I can't do anything like that. will the cosplayers among you put some kinda cicada-looking remains on the side of their mouths for the next LIVE? ah, it's not easy, is it~.
  • good night!
Teenage Shenanigans (Fall Out Boy)

Based Off of the Request:  Heya! Do you think you could eventually write a fic where its a reader insert and the reader is friends with the boys,and they’re all in high school,and they just go out late at night to do stupid teenager bullshit.Like midnight explorations,trips to the store for fire crackers or sparklers,stealing shoppings carts and racing in them,Swimming in the lake,or even a 3am meal at a 24 diner like Denny’s???

“Do you guys ever think we’re not having enough fun? Like we’ve been approaching high school all wrong?” I ask the question that’s been burning a hole in my mind.

“You can’t be that philosophical while eating a twinkie” Joe responds first, flicking the back of my hand.

“Im serious” I say, annoyed, dropping the food and crossing my arms. “I feel like we’re not living up to our potential”

“What do you mean?” Patrick asks, looking intrigued.

“I just- we don’t do anything” I say, struggling to explain my thoughts.

“We do lots of stuff” Pete argues, looking mildly offended.

“No we do, like three things, we just do them a lot. I take pictures, and you guys have your band- which is great” I quickly add as they all look slightly offended, “We hang out on the weekends, and we go to school. But that’s it”

“Well what do you wanna do?” Andy asks, looking at me intently.

“I don’t know, I just. I wanna do stupid teenager things, and stay up too late, and go to parties, and just have fun.”

“Are you on drugs?” Pete asks, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes.

“Forget it” I say with a sigh, “I’ll see you guys after school”. I grab my stuff and walk away from the table, feeling partly bad for bringing it up and partly frustrated that they didn’t get it.

“She does have a point” I hear Andy say quietly as I walk away.

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Later That Night

“I’m bored” I proclaim from my position, lying in the middle of Patrick’s bedroom floor.

“Me too” Joe adds, from right next to me.

“Me three” Patrick adds from his bed.

“Ugh Trick that joke was bad ten years ago” I say with a laugh.

“Everyone get up” Pete suddenly demands, jumping up from his chair.

“Why?” Joe says with a groan.

“We’re going out” he explains, “and if you guys aren’t in my car in five minutes i’m leaving you here”

Pete runs out of the room and the rest of us look at one another, confused.

“I guess we should go” I say, accepting Andy’s hand as he pulls me up from the ground.

“There’s like a fifteen percent chance one of us is about to die” Joe says as we walk through the door.

“Yeah if we’re lucky” Andy mumbles, sending us into a fit of laughter as we all pile into Pete’s car.

Ten minutes later, Pete pulls into a Walmart parking lot.

“Are you serious” I say as he parks, “Patrick’s gross bedroom floor was better than this”

“Hey!” Patrick injects from the front seat.

“Patrick, I love ya, but we all know you are not a clean person” I say raising my brows.

“That’s fair” Patrick says nodding.

“I’ll be back in five minutes, everyone chill” Pete explains, running out of the car.

“What’s in the bag?” Joe asks as Pete plops into the driver’s seat.

“None of your business, Trohman” he retorts, moving the car into park and pulling out of his spot.

Pete refuses to say anything else until we get to our destination.

“Why are we at a park?” Joe asks.

“You realize it’s 2:30 in the morning” Andy adds.

“Hey!”Pete yells, silencing everyone’s comments. “The girl” he says, gesturing to me, “said we never do anything fun or cool. So get out of the god damn car, and come with me!”

“Oh wow okay” Patrick says, following him out of the car. The rest of us follow Pete up a grassy hill. He stands at the top, grinning at us. Before we have a chance to ask, he drops to the ground and rolls down the hill, hollering the whole time.

“What are you doing!?” I yell, laughing as he rolls down.

“I’m living! What are you doing?” he responds, throwing his arms in the air as he stands up.

With a laugh and a shrug at the others, I lie down and roll down the hill, screaming the whole way. Shaking with laughter by the time I roll to a stop, I stand up to see Pete taking boxes of sparklers out of the bag. Grinning, I hurriedly run to the car, grabbing my camera out of the back. I get back just in time to snap a picture of Patrick, Pete, and Andy laughing as they stand up for their roll down the hill. Then, with music blasting and sparklers being handed out, we party in the middle of the park. I snap a picture of the guys drawing or writing in the air with their sparklers. And yeah, Joe and Pete drew a penis, but I still loved the picture.

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*Two Weeks Later*

“Get in bitch we’re going shopping” Pete yells out of his window as I walk down the front path to his car.

“Did you just quote Mean Girls?” I ask with a laugh as I pull open the door and squish into the seat next to Andy.

“Yes I did and I have no regrets” he responds, pulling the car away from the curb.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” Patrick asks.

“I wasn’t kidding, we’re going shopping” Pete says.

“What? Why?” Joe says in disgust.

“Sorry, I told my mom I would go to Home Depot for her”

Joe heaves a heavy sigh, so Pete leans forward and cranks the music up.

“Push me, Hurley” I say, sitting cross legged in a cart.

“How old are you?” He says with a laugh, pushing me into the store anyway.

“Physically? 17. Mentally? Somewhere between 8 and 12”

“Points for honesty” Joe says with a chuckle.

“Hey Pat take a picture” I say, handing my camera to Patrick. He walks to the front of the cart. I raise both of my hands up in peace signs as Andy grins at the camera.

“You guys are ridiculous” Pete says a few minutes later as we roam the aisles, me still in the cart.

“You’re just mad because you have to walk and I don't” I say sticking my tongue out.

“You guys are going so slow it might actually be faster to walk” Patrick says sassily.

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“What- no, I” Patrick frantically backtracks

“Sounds like a challenge to me! What do you think Hurley?” I twist in the cart, looking up at Andy.

“Oh definitely”

“It wasn’t a challenge!” Patrick yells, immediately cringing when a man nearby glares at us.

“Fine,” I say leaning forward “Then I make it a challenge. I bet you and Pete couldn’t beat Andy and I in a cart race”

“You’re. On” Patrick says. Pete runs off to grab a cart, and Andy and I set up at the front of an aisle.

“You’re going down” Pete says, clambering into the cart. Joe runs to the end of the large aisle, waiting to judge the winner.

“Prepare to lose Stump” Andy says, getting into a running position.

“We’ll be waiting for you at the finish line” Patrick throws back, copying his stance.

From the end of the aisle Joe starts yelling. “THREE. TWO. ONE. GO!!!”

Andy and Patrick take off, pushing us as fast as possible. Pete immediately starts laughing, and I’m caught somewhere between laughing and screaming, between joy and terror.

All of a sudden,we’re only ten feet from the finish line,and from behind us comes a loud shout.

“HEY! STOP IT!”

Patrick, surprised from the yell, immediately slows, while Andy ignores it all together and passes the line first.

“Whoo! We win!” I yell happily, only to turn around to see a very angry Home Depot employee glaring at us.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave” The man says angrily.

“Why?” I ask innocently.

“Because you’re disrupting our store and the customers with your stupid teenage shenanigans!” the man says bitterly.

Despite the mood, we all crack up at the use of the word shenanigans.

“This isnt a joke! Get out or I call the cops!”

The words sober us up, and Andy reaches up to help me out of the cart as Pete gets out of his.

“Can we still buy these?” Joe asks, holding up the two items Pete had gotten.

“OUT!” the guy yells.

We all duck our heads like little kids getting in trouble and walk quicky out of the store. It isnt until we’re halfway to the car that I let out another laugh. Soon we’re all clutching our stomach and laughing so hard we can’t breathe.

“We just kicked out of a fucking Home Depot” Joe says, leaning on Patrick’s shoulder.

“That was crazy” Patrick says, red in the face from laughing.

“No, that was awesome!” Pete and I say at the same time.

“Everyone pose for a picture!” I demand, making them all stand in a line below the Home Depot sign.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted now” Andy says with a grin.

“I think that’s enough “shenanigans” for one night” Pete says, using air quotes, and causing us all to laugh again.

“Seriously though. Anyone up for a movie night at my place?” I ask, wiping away tears of laughter.

“I’m in” Andy says immediately, followed up by agreements from everyone else.

So we once again pile into Pete’s car, heading into the night.

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*A Month Later*

“I want pancakes” Joe says.

“Shut up dude” Pete groans from a few feet away.

“I’m not kidding.” Joe replies offended.

“Whatever”

“Guys will you shut up?” I mumble from the bed. The guys were all crashing on my bedroom floor, since none of us were really good to drive after the night’s activities.

“I want pancakes” Joe repeats.

No one responds.

“I. Want. Pancaaaakeeeeeees” he says again.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will crawl over there and strangle you” Patrick mumbles angrily.

“Just think about it. Warm Pancakes with syrup over the top. Hashbrowns-” Joe’s description is cut off by his loud grunt. Probably from Patrick’s fist hitting his stomach.

“It’s 3:30 in the morning Joe” I argue.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeee” he says.

I groan and get up, attempting to avoid the guys as I walk to the light switch.

“Get up assholes, we’re going for pancakes” I say loudly. Pete and Patrick both squint at the light and immediately flip me off.

“Come on,” I say nudging Patrick with my toes, “You know you love pancakes.”

“I love sleep more” he groans, burying his face in the pillow.

“I’ll buy” I offer.

Immediately, Patrick,Pete and Andy start getting up. And twenty five minutes later, we’re sitting in a booth at Denny’s.

“I think I’m drunk and hungover at the same time” Pete says groaning, “Is that even possible?”

“Oh stop complaining, we all feel like shit” I grumble.

“No, I feel perfectly fine” Andy says with a big grin. It doesn’t leave his face, even as we all turn to glare at him.

“Anyway, are you happy now?” I turn to Joe, raising my eyebrows.

“Definitely” he says, smiling around a mouthful of pancake. I raise my camera up and snap a picture of him, mouth stuffed with pancake and him grinning like an idiot.

“Good, because we’re doing something I want to do now.” I say with a grin.

“Which is…?” Patrick probes.

“Eh, it’s a surprise.” I respond with a secretive grin.

They all try to figure it out, but by the time we leave the diner a half hour later, they still don’t know. I get the waitress to snap a picture of the five of us crammed into the small booth, and then we leave.

A Half hour later, I pull into the front row spot near the Lake.

“Why are we here?” Andy asks as we all get out of the car and I lead them towards the lake.

“Yeah, it’s so dark we can’t even see the water” Joe says, confused.

“Well that’s okay” I say, walking backwards down the dock. “Because we’re not here to look at it. We’re here to swim” I grin at them.

“What?” Patrick responds, shocked.

“We don’t have swimsuits” Joe says, looking around with a small smile.

“Who needs suits?” I say teasingly, pulling my t shirt off over my head. Patrick and Andy immediately looks away, while Pete shakes his head with a laugh.

“Oh please, you guys have all seen me in a bikini, it’s basically the same thing” I say, rolling my eyes as I pull my jeans down and kick them off. “So who’s in?”

“Oh i’m so in” pete says, tugging his shirt off over his head, as Joe and Andy do the same.

“Come on Patrick” I say, pouting.

“I, I don’t think we’re supposed to be here this late” Patrick says, looking uncomfortable.

“Look, you don’t have to get in if you don’t want to” i say, “But i would really love it if you did”

I look at him with my pouting face for a few more seconds.

“You are going to be the death of us, (Y/N)” he says, grudgingly taking his shirt off.

I grin and turn around, running and jumping into the water, coming up gasping for air as I starts laughing. The guy follow me one by one, and soon we’re all splashing and laughing in the dark water. We stay there for hours, playing and splashing and living. We stay there until sunrise, when the sun starts to paint the sky in pastel purples, oranges, and pinks.

We all get out, cold and wet, sharing the one small towel I had in the back of my car. I get a picture of the four of them, wet and crowding around the trunk of my car. None of them notice Im taking the picture, except for Pete, who grins at me over Joe’s shoulder. The whole ride home we’re damp and tired, but we’re happy.

By the time we finally collapse in my room to go back to sleep, it’s 6:30 in the morning and the light creeps in my window as we all find our pillows and blankets, settling down for some sleep.

I feel my eyes drooping shut, but I’m still smiling.

“I love you guys” I say to the room.

They all immediately shush me, so I fall quiet in response. But after a few more seconds come their responses, said by each one of them, but all at the same time.

“We love you too, (Y/N)”