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[mitchellsandco]

“Hey!” Hank loudly whispered, walking fast across the locker room to get where Jimmy was standing, tugging on a shirt post-shower. He skidded to a stop by his friend, looking around to make sure they were alone before getting any closer than a foot away. Then, once he was certain, Hank’s arms flung around Jimmy’s shoulders and he pulled him into a hug, one hand tangling into the shorter boy’s damp blond hair. “You were amazing! Holy shit. I almost fucking hurled myself over the railing when you caught that last throw.” 

Hank moved his hand to hold Jimmy’s head along with the other, bringing their faces closer together. “I’m fucking clueless and even I couldn’t look away,” he said, laughing in disbelief before clumsily knocking their foreheads together. “Actually fantastic. You are fucking amazing,” Hank emphasized again, head shaking, smile splitting his face in two. 

Feeling confident -- and admittedly rather turned on by watching Jimmy dart around in tight pants -- Hank used his hands to pull Jimmy in for a kiss, hard and deep and long. Warmth spread from his chest through his whole body, every muscle relaxing as soon as Jimmy’s lips touched his own. Hank forgot they were at school. He forgot they weren’t alone. He forgot about everything in the world except how good it felt to be kissed, held on to by the person he loved the most. 

His grip got tighter, body pushing closer. Jimmy was still hot from running around, still dripping from his shower. The combination was too good -- Hank needed his hands everywhere, and so he let them wander around Jimmy, winding up at his waist. Again, he pushed in. Close wasn’t close enough. 

Hank felt Jimmy hit his locker, and the sound of clanking metal echoing through the locker room scared Hank back, worried that someone might come and find them kissing. His hands dropped fast, his body lurched back, his smile fell into something much more proper. It was a well-versed routine, one he usually only executed around his parents. Now here, too. He’d gotten carried away. 

Hank blushed a deep, dark shade of red, one hand nervously running over his wet mouth. He laughed meekly, looking around again. 

“Uh, I uh, Ryan sent me to ask you if we could -- if we were still all going to your place. We should celebrate.” Hank smiled sweetly at Jimmy, and as seconds passed, he slowly but surely moved in towards the other again. He just had to be careful. There was no way Hank would accidentally out the star football player to the wrong person. Or out himself, for that matter. To anyone. 

Hank lifted his hands again and held on to the bottom hem of Jimmy’s shirt, wishing he was confident enough to lean in and kiss him again. That was how Hank wanted to celebrate. And if they were somewhere safe, nothing could’ve stopped him. Instead Hank just smiled, shuffling towards Jimmy until the toes of their shoes were kissing instead. 

“Besides. I told my parents I was staying at Ryan’s tonight, doing a history project. I can stay as long as you want.” Hank smiled slyly at Jimmy, knowing there was no question as to whether or not Jimmy’d ask him to stay the night. It was just a given. 

Hank was fucking grateful for Ryan.  Somehow, his parents were both clued in enough to clock himself and Jimmy, and still oblivious enough to think that Ryan -- their flamingly homosexual best friend -- was nothing more than a smart, well-spoken, polite young man. And in the Mitchell household, those were the best things a person could be. So Ryan worked. His parents bought it. Every. Fucking. Time. 

At least for now. Hank wouldn’t get too cocky.

@keepingupwiththeshores

[mineisatigerssoul]

I am currently really bad at naming threads #1 | Marcone and Maggie LeFay

Alinea was one of the most exquisite experiences in Chicago, the tickets (yes, you purchased tickets for the meal) cost $500 and had to be purchased months in advance. They were however completely transferrable; the Renneker anniversary couple was delighted to get over twice face value for theirs, Marcone was certain their anniversary would be quite enjoyable.

He had finished dressing, his suit was finely tailored, hand stitched and cost more than most american’s make in a year.

"Okay, you two-"

"Mr. Marcone, I don't feel comfortable wi-" Ms. Gard started to say. Marcone held up his hand, and she stopped talking, her mouth set in a thin line.

"I'll be fine, Sigrund. I'm not exactly helpless myself, and if anything should happen, you and Mr. Hendricks will be right across the street."

She waved Maggies file in front of him, "You can't trust her, Sir. Have you-"

"It is a risk I am willing to take, and we are not going to have this argument again, Ms. Gard." he said, his voice never changing inflection, never raising, never sounding angry. The bastard was good at that, he kept a cool head until his calm statements eroded you like a river running through rock. "Anything that is worth it, incurs some level of risk."

Gard sighed and tossed the file folder onto the couch, she stared at him with those piercing blue eyes.

"Now, as I was saying. You and Hendricks will be across the street, having dinner yourself. I do not expect any problems, so while you are a contingency plan, you are not strictly on duty." He smiled, "Enjoy yourselves."

He picked up the bouquet of flowers he had crafted specifically with Maggie in mind. Dark colors, purple and deep red punctuated by pure white gladiolus, placed expertly to contrast, making the darker and deeper shades pop.

"Hendricks, if you could see to the car." Marcone sent him off, and broke the circle on the napkin with his thumbnail and a little force.

maggielefay

[datajinx]

do you find ryeowook attractive???

Objectively (as i can be hahaha) - yes. he has all got all the right things in all the right places. i wouldnt consider him conventionally handsome, especially by korean standards, but with that jawline and those cheekbones it would be hard to deny he’s not at least good-looking.

Subjectively - abso-freaking-lutely. boy got it going on and imho hes one of the more attractive members, especially after gaining some sort of confidence boost around the bonamana era. I will never get why they are always telling him hes “ugly” cuz wook is fiiiinnnneeee and he knows what he’s got and how to work it!

[vnusplanetoflove]

hi hello besties I love u all and ur asks are so sweet but I dont want to be spamming everyone's dash so this is me saying thank u love u etc I am holding everyone's hands I am hugging all of u we are on a picnic we are watching the never ending venus sunset etc 💘💞💟💌💟💞💘🙏🏼💟💌💟👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💘💌💘💞💘💟💞💟💞

[mitchellsandco]

Holly > Jimmy

Holly: Hey baby :)

Holly: What time are you going to be home tonight?

[brittanilouisetaylor-rp-blog]

The Real Tarzan || Open

Brittani was ecstatic when she found out everyone was gonna be camping outside for the week. A bit worried about her dog since she might have fleas, but more excited. Her tent mates seemed a bit gloomy about the deal, so she went outside.

Brit admired the scenery of the campsite, taking it all in. She then told the closest room mate near her she was going out for a bit and if anyone needed her, to just tell them she was..well, out or to go find her. He walked around the woods, soon finding a tree she liked and climbed it.

Soon enough one tree lead to another higher one and the next thing she knew, she was really high up in the trees. Brittani wasn’t that worried. If she wanted to go climb down, she’d go back the way she came. She held on tightly to a branch so she would fall and possibly break something.

She felt alone, which was good at this point. No one would think to climb up here just to get her. She sighed and then did her best Tarzan yell, not feeling embarrassed by it now since no one was around (Especially Phil).

[itwasntasingle]

I love @tehlorswift

[iesbipolar]

Amber

Ma’am why I gotta shut up .. You the one not doing your duties

[datajinx]

kyuwook!!

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versaBoth of them do it which isnt that embarrassing, but the snickering that always comes after is sososo much worse.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside themKyuhyun - which Ryeowook finds ridiculously adorable and cute

Who starts the tickle fightsRyeowook, Kyuhyun gets very giggly and cute when you manage to catch him off guard.

Who starts the pillow fightsAlso Ryeowook lol. Sometimes it takes a good pillow to the face to get Kyuhyun to shut up with his gaming at night. The downside is it always ends with all out war.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smileKyuhyunnnnnnn - Wook falls asleep in his arms and Kyuhyun is constantly hit with this ‘woah, im so lucky’ and its adorable skdjhgskfj

Who mistakes salt for sugarKyuhyun……Wook loved his (incredibly salty) birthday cake anyway though~

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morningKyuhyun, although its not the beeping that wakes Wook up; its the banging and clattering that comes with it.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up linesRyeowook!!!!!!!!! esp when he’s drunk its so baaad Kyuhyun lives for it. ‘Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.’ ‘Wook that was the worst one yet…’

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical orderWook does. Sometimes he finds books out of order and when he goes to put them back and they have cute lil post-its on them from kyuhyun anD ITS SUper cute ;;

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking browniesKyuhyun tends to steal the spoon while Ryeowook isn’t looking…he also tends to steal the actual brownies when Ryeowook isn’t looking either

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasionKyuhyun because hey! He’s totally romantic! (Just don’t bring up the time he nearly burnt the apartment down laying candles everywhere…it was one time)

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a penWhen Wook is bored he tends to draw love hearts and stars all over Kyuhyuns arms/palm

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacationThey get them together - their fridge is just a mess of locations from where they’ve travelled together, each with a story to go alongside it

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazinesRyeowook, but Kyu gets this fluttery feeling in his stomach every time all their answers line up and they get the ~omG UR SOULMATES!!!!!~ solution

[oooocleo]

so glad i found this account through MOD!! it looks so interesting and your art style is no joke my fav... such a gorgeous use of colour 😭 excited for this!!

oo 🙈 thank you so much! im v glad it looks interesting to some of you & its v good for my brain to know ppl who didnt follow me first are finding it!

[sugarsnappeases]

just sent a terrifying email… will be roiling w anxiety for the next 24 hours…. will somebody please come kill me

[mitchellsandco]

holland 📲 alex

Holland: hey

Holland: i heard youre back in la

Holland: and thats good im glad sof has you

Holland: just please dont tell him

[eddiethekaspbrak]

continued from [ x ]  with @scribedhorror

‘ bill, ‘ eddie managed, using what little breath he had to make the name sound nice and strong, just like bill was. he wanted to shake his head, but it hurt. he wanted to reach out for the other, but it hurt. he wanted to say how tired he was, how stanley was right. they’d never win, so long as the others were worried about someone straggling behind. but he was too tired. 

‘ it’s okay. ‘ that’s what he managed. that, and a smile. eddie looked at bill like he was everything, brown eyes swimming with hope and promise despite the ( quite literal ) dead end he’d found himself up against. this might be the end, but not for bill. never for bill. his big bill -- his first friend, his best friend. 

bill jostled him and eddie cried out in pain, mouth clamping down to catch the sound before the other losers could hear and come running back. he let the other man hold his weight entirely, the only thing between them a crumpled, leather jacket as he went in for a hug. 

richie’s jacket. eddie’s hand was still on it. he gripped it tight, letting his eyes screw shut and his head land on bill’s shoulder. he wanted to tell the other man to give it back, to make sure richie had it, to make sure richie was okay, but the darkness was already creeping in around him, sinking in, making everything hurt less and less and less. 

‘ you take care of -- ‘ eddie, just like he did when he was little, stopped to suck in a big and necessary breath, stopping short when he realized his lungs couldn’t handle it. if he had it, it was exactly when eddie would’ve shot his inhaler down his throat. but he didn’t. and this wasn’t asthma. nothing was going to fix this. eddie would never inhale deep again, and he knew it. 

‘ you take care of ‘em for me, ‘kay ? m-make sure --’ fuck. it was supposed to be bill who stuttered. ‘ make sure you get him out of here. don’t let him -- he’s a fucking idiot. ‘ richie. eddie knew. if he died -- which, down to his bones, eddie knew he was about to, a fact oddly comforting now that he was face to face with it -- eddie knew that richie would lose it. he would try to do something dumb and heroic. if the losers got out and he didn’t -- richie would do something stupid. he’d do what bev said he would, pennywise be damned. 

‘ get ‘em -- get ‘em home, big bill. ’ 

[sapphictastic]

i am curious and didn't fond some1 to ask?can some1 see my side blog or know who's the owner of a side blog??

i’m not sure, sorry