Annie :) literally part of too many fandoms. As in Great Van Fleet, Marvelous Mrs Maisel, Maneskin, JATP, and Stranger Things! I offer ships, hc’s, or one shots for any of these fandoms. Love you byeeee 🌸
the entire time while writing this, thirsty by AJR was stuck in my mind, help.
Finney Blake
is fine with it, he’s honestly a little used to it because he’s shorter than a lot of dudes in his grade / in school
when he needs help reaching for something he will NOT ask for your help
well, he will but only give you subtle hints
like he’ll reach for it and go “oh man, i can’t reach this” then shrug or just give you a quick stare and then say “geez i sure wish i was taller”
and you’ll help him, like the good partner you are <3
hes probably 5’2 ik he is, hes bursting with 5’2 vibes
Robin Arellano
well it’s a little love hate thing with you being taller than him, he loves how you can grab things for him, intimidate people if you wanted, i’m guessing hes about 5’3 or 5’4
CONSTANTLY trying to look taller / your height, like he’ll stand up on his tippy toes and go “wow look i’m finally your height”
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS looking for an opportunity to fight you, not really fighting but yk? play fighting, he loves that shit, even if you weren’t taller he’d still do that with his partner in general
Vance Hopper
OH GOD, HIS EGO IS SO BIG DUDE, he’ll hate it at first, always making remarks (they’re not rude, don’t worry, he’s not heartless) “you’re not so tough cuz of your height, i could beat you up in a minute”
he could not. he is 5’7 or 5’6, you can’t convince me otherwise
when he’s finally used to it and not just…edgy about it, he’s fine with it.
will tell people “yeah? well, my partner is mad tall, they can fuck you up”
Bruce Yamada
he’s cool with it, he loves you for who you are, weight, height, and overall appearance doesn’t matter, he loves you.
is not ashamed to ask you to help for things, even if he can access them perfectly fine.
i feel like he’s 5’9 or 5’8 somewhere around there, i know he’s not too short though
he’s already a big hugger, you being taller will just make him want to hug you even more, idk i just feel that way, ATTACK HUGS.
hii! i love your work and i haven’t really seen anyone writing for tbp lately so your blog is a breath of fresh air, i was wondering if you minded writing #54 on your prompt list, “𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.“-with robin arellano.
Thank you and have a great day !🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ➸ 𝐫.𝐚.
a/n: thank you for the request anon! i loved writing it 💗💗
pairing: robin arellano x reader
warning(s): angst, blood is mentioned once or twice, kidnapping
lowercase intended!!
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
you had barely been able to get a word in with robin all morning. so, when lunch rolled around, you were more than excited. you had multiple things to tell him. so, there you were.
you, robin, and finney walking into the cafeteria. specifically, wanted to talk about something that had happened in one of your morning classes, since neither robin nor finney were in that class.
“so basically,” you started, only to be interrupted by finney.
he didn’t mean any harm, he likely didn’t even hear you talk. he began having a conversation with robin, which last for most of the lunch block.
throughout the meal, you would try to say something, only to be interrupted again. finally, the conversation slowed, and you saw your chance. then, you checked the clock.
you sighed, noticing the time. robin didn’t even seem to notice what had happened. which wasn’t his fault, you were just upset you couldn’t talk about it then.
but then it was his friend. for the whole next class, you and robin had the chance to talk. every time, you were interrupted by robin talking to his friend. there was no way he didn’t notice you trying to speak. each time, you’d just roll your eyes and sit back in your seat.
obviously, he didn’t notice that, either.
then it was different classes. that had been the only class you shared with him. he had told you that he wouldn’t be able to walk you home today, which was different than usual. you walked out of your last class, going to your locker.
you put in your combo, then placed your extra books in before closing it. there he was. the boy who had been ignoring you all day, on purpose or not.
you crossed your arms, figuring he’d leave any second to go and do what was preventing him from walking you home.
“yes, robin?” you said, trying to keep your attitude on the low.
despite your efforts, he noticed your mood. he blinked a few times, taken back a bit.
on top of that, he didn’t fail to notice the lack of the usual nickname you would use for him.
“just wanted to say bye, I guess,” he responded, his tone carrying the same bite that yours did.
you just nodded, still upset how you barely got to say a word to him all day.
you walked off, leaving a confused, and slightly hurt, robin in your wake.
your walk home went smoothly, though you were a bit scared. what, with all the stuff with the grabber going on.
you stepped into your house, walking the short ways to your bedroom when you heard the phone ringing.
you went to the kitchen, picking it up and greeting whoever was on the line.
“robin’s missing…” was all you heard before the phone slipped from your hands.
your mouth fell open, hands shaking as you took it in. you picked up the phone, attaching it back on the wall before leaning against the kitchen doorway.
after a couple minutes of clouded thoughts, you gathered your mind. you threw on a sweater, then walked out of your house. it was mostly dark now, the sun having almost completely set. still, you kept walking.
a bit down the road, you saw it.
robin’s missing poster.
a gasp wrecked through your body as you slid down against the fence it was on.
you regretted everything. you shouldn’t have responded like that to Robin. you blamed yourself, thinking maybe if you had been gentler it would’ve changed things.
a tear rolled down your cheek. you tilted your head back a bit, not understanding why this had to be happening.
maybe he was just at a friends house, and didn’t tell his parents. maybe you’d see him at school tomorrow.
you carried that glimmer of hope with you as you struggled to walk home, checking around every corner incase he was there. he wasn’t. after a short while, your home came into view.
when you walked through the door, your parents quickly took you into there arms in a tight hug. they said they had been worried, because of all of the stuff going on.
that only made your feelings for robin worse.
you assured them you were alright, and went back to your room.
✦ ✦ ✦
for the next two days you had been on edge. all you wanted was your best friend back. you, along with everyone else, started to think the worse. that he wouldn’t be coming back. just like all of the other kids who had met a similar fate.
you followed the usual routine, and started walking home. on the way, you had come face to face with a guy who had dropped his groceries. his whole vibe was suspicious. he had white face paint on, and was driving an all black van.
still, you couldn’t just avoid someone who needed help, especially when he called out to you.
so you turn, helping him pick up the dropped food and put it in the back of the van. when you wear facing inside, you suddenly felt cold hands on you.
then, you were inside the van. your head throbbed with pain, having hit it when you had fallen in. because of that, you didn’t have the energy to try and escape. the last thing you saw was the door closing, then darkness.
✦ ✦ ✦
you woke up on a mattress covered with stains and mildew. you rubbed your head a bit, then felt a piece of fabric wrapped around it. likely to stop the bleeding.
it seemed to be midnight, the room being shrouded in almost complete darkness. the walls were cement, with scratches on them. and a number. you’d check that out later.
you saw a tiny window, up too high to reach. still, there was a slight bit of moonlight streaming through the dirty glass.
you stood under it, and took the fabric off your head, trying to see what it was and where you got it.
it seemed to have a pattern on it.
it was a teal bandana.
robin’s teal bandana!
you gasped, frantically looking around the room, trying to see if he was alive.
you didn’t know how long you had been in there for.
then you saw him, his body decorated in bruises, dirt, and blood.
“robin!” you say, distracted from the pain in your head. distracted from the questions you had.
you stumble a bit on your way to him, your arms in front of you as you tried not to bump into him.
he was leaned up against a wall, sitting cross legged, looking up at you.
he weakly got up to meet you halfway, and all but collapsed in your arms. you held him in your embrace, limping a bit back over to the nasty mattress.
“i missed you so much.” he said, his voice faint yet filled with emotion.
you tried to respond, only to be cut off by his voice again. you moved back a bit on the mattress, leaning against the wall with your knees to your chest.
“i didn’t know how long i’d make it here.” he admitted, following your movements.
he had lost a bit of weight. it was as if he hadn’t eaten since he went missing.
you on the other hand, besides your head, felt fairly fine. well, physically.
there were mere inches separating you two. you turned your head slightly to take in his appearance a bit more. “have you atleast gotten any food?” you ask, concern evident in your tone.
he nodded, pointing to a small tray a couple feet from the mattress. “i didn’t trust it. could be poisoned…” he said truthfully. he hadn’t wanted to risk dying before someone could even rescue him, even if he thought he would inevitably die in this room.
you nodded understandably. you gently rested your head against his shoulder, a feeling he didn’t hate. he wrapped his arms around you weakly.
without lifting your head, you asked if you two should atleast try the food and see if you could get some nutrition.
if he didn’t eat something, you could tell he wouldn’t make it much longer. you assumed it would be the next time he went to sleep, a fact you tried to ignore and change simultaneously.
he sucked in a breath. he didn’t want you to eat it, incase it wasn’t safe. but he knew the same thing you did. he could feel himself getting weaker without any food.
“i will. you won’t, alright?” he said, a bit sternly. he wasn’t trying to be mean. but if you could make it out, he didn’t want to risk that.
yet you didn’t want to live without him. still, you didn’t want him to spend his last few hours worrying if you’d die. so, you nodded.
he moved away from you, picking up the tray and walking back to the mattress. he ate some of the food, scrambled eggs, then sat back in his previous position.
there the two of you sat, in the cold, gross basement. you shook a bit in his arms. then, having no hope for him surviving (even though you hated to admit it), you picked your head up and looked at him.
he was bruised and a bit dirty, but still as handsome as ever.
“y’know, i always liked you…” you said softly, eyes roaming his face as you waited for a response.
then, the faintest smile went over his lips. he weakly nodded.
“me too, y/n. me too.” he said, that ghost-smile still present.
“i wanted to tell you, the day you went missing. but there was always someone in the way.” you admitted, resting your head back against his shoulder.
he leaned his head against the wall, sighing softly.
“it’s just you and me now, sweetheart..”
he pulled you a bit closer the best he could, and you willingly obliged. you sighed a bit as well. you saw his eyes flutter shut, as your heart thumped wildly. you pulled his bandana back over your head to where it had been. those had been his last words.
This song is so Spencer, so I’ve been wanting to write a song fic about it for awhile! I like to work on multiple things at a time so this will just be added the others BUT I need some help deciding a plot soooo!
Spencer x Reader “lover you should’ve come over” angsty ideas
Spencer is gone, reader misses his touch.
Spence is home from prison. Y/N lectures abt how she’ll always be there for him.
Spencer is pushing everyone away again, Y/N wants to help but doesnt know how
Spencer is struggling with addiction,but doesn’t wanna ask for help
Cat got to Spence and he’s pushing you away because of that.
Voting ended onJun 30, 2023
Explanations are under the cut! They’ll all be angsty with happy/ satisfying endings. I may end up doing more than one but I want your guys’ opinions!
1- Spencer has been kidnapped. Because of your relationship Hotch makes you go home, he tells you to shower take care of yourself, but all you can think of is Spencer.
2- After welcoming Spencer home from prison Y/N has to give him the lecture about how she’ll always be there for him. And how he should’ve asked for her help.
3- Gideon died and Spencer is pushing everyone away. His and Y/N’s relationship is new. She knows she has to be there for him but doesn’t know how.
4- Spence is struggling with dilaudid, causing him to distance himself from you and the team.
5- After what happened with Cat, Spencer had been cold and short with you. He feels guilty but you’re worried it’s because he loves Cat…
A whole bunch of random extremely specific headcanons I have been thinking about forever for dating all the different dead poets~~~
Charlie
Hear me out
He’s the ‘tough’ one of the group
This is terrible but I think the dead poets made him tell Todd about Neil because no one else could bring themselves to. (I wanna write a fic about this so bad)
Charlie aggressively cares for all his friends
He needs someone to aggressively care for him
So when you guys are alone it takes time for him to lose his tough guy facade
But when he does he’s kind of a baby
Clinging to you
Wanting attention
Having someone to care for him is so foreign but he loves it and tries to care for you the same way.
You guys when you aren’t being all lovey and adorable are like partners.
Making joint decisions, just working well together overall
He likes to high five you and then kiss you
Like high five, grabs hand, pulls you into a kiss
Todd
His parents literally never keep an eye on what he does over the summer
So he’s always over at your house or you’re at his
His house is gianttttt and has a pool
Not that he cares that much
But it’s impressive to say the least
Jefferey is the only one of his family who actually knows you’re dating
Like I said his parents don’t care like at all
But Jef is actually super nice and supportive
Todd gets lonely very easily
So if you’re not together he tries to call you
If you don’t pick up he writes about you
He gets the best gifts
Not because of money or anything but because he’s so thoughtful
Everything thing he gives you has an entire train of thought behind it
Modern day AU almost every time you text him he screenshots it and sends it to Neil asking how to answer
1950’s universe he’s one of the few families with multiple television sets and lets you watch whatever you want.
He likes sleepovers
And his favorite way to cuddle is him sitting up on the bed with you laying on his stomach wrapped around him.
Touch starved.
Meeks
Gets sooooo annoyed when his glasses are dirty
He absolutely hates it
You buy him portable lense cleaner
He loves you period
Like everyone can tell this boy is in love
His love language is acts of service
So he’s always offering to help you with homework
He literally did your laundry once
He’s so down bad anything you do makes his jaw drop
On the floor
Stunned
You guys create your own secret language
He speaks it faster than you and usually say’s disgustingly sweet things
Great with kids
Great with parents
Plant dad. He loves those big vine things idk what they’re called but they wrap around the room
Hello! English isn't my first language but think Lenny Bruce yandere watching Y/n talking to his friends (y/n is a girl)
YES anon it took me forever to see this but I wrote a little blurb I hope you’ll enjoy!! I tried my best on this one guys..
Lenny was popular. No doubt about that. The infamous Lenny Bruce was known by all of my friends, all of his friends and his friends’ friends as well as most local policemen. So when we go out there’s always plenty of introducing. This time it was a group of men, in suits who apparently work for some club Lenny used to be a regular at. One of them, Theodore, was the most friendly. He was currently telling me about how he was booking acts for the Spring and would love to have me come perform a song or two inbetween comics. Of course this is part of why Lenny takes me out to these places with him. He says “My people are your people. That’s how this business has to work, baby.” Though of course he always watches closely, stays close. It felt strange when Theodore took me away, to the bar to meet some of the other local comics, I’m sure Lenny either knows or has pissed off at some point. “I better get back to Lenny soon.” I slipped into the conversation. “What’s the rush? Am I not enough?” Theodore replied slyly. I looked behind my shoulder to make eye contact with Lenny. He was staring harshly at the two of us, before he slipped through the crowd in our direction. “Another drink for the lady.” I heard Theodore tell the bartender as he continued to laugh with his colleagues. I felt an arm slither around my waist and breathe on my neck. “Y/n?” Lenny said in barely a whisper. I look over at him with a questioning glance. “We’re leaving.” He grabbed my arm with one of his hands and had a cigarette in the other. I heard a few words of Theodore and the other men asking to come back but Lenny paid no mind and slipped through the crowded club gracefully like he always did. “Why are we leaving?” I asked as he called a taxi. I was curious if something or someone had upset him and that was the reason for the sudden departure. “I wanted to leave.” He shrugged, pulling us both into a taxi. I nodded attempting to avoid his glance. His stare spiked goosebumps all over my arms. “You didn’t stay close.” “I know, Theodore wanted me to meet a few people.” “I see, I see.” He muttered, slithering his arm around my shoulders. We arrived back at his apartment. Lenny hunched over to unlock the door and let me in first. “I don’t like it when you run off like that.” He whispered into my ear before pulling me onto the couch. He sat first and put me on his lap. “I know I’m sorry.” I replied shortly. The feeling of his breath on my neck made talking a difficult task. “It’s okay, I just can’t help that I want you near me…” he grabbed my hand and started a trail of kisses down my neck. “Lenny-” my breath hitched. “Sweetheart?”
a spicy oneshot of lenny bruce x reader but the reader is a known comedienne
Can a Man Change His Mind?
Anon i must say, I like the way you think. Lenny Bruce x Fem!reader
Warnings- none?? Kissing I guess? Oh also guys tell me if you think this needs a part two becuuuuuuz I’m tempted to make one….
Request? Yes.
Summary: Reader is performing at a comedy club when her old friend Lenny Bruce stops by.
“Y/n!” I heard a voice shout from behind me. “Y/n! Finally.. I was wondering if you’d ever slow down.” They laughed
“Lenny?” I ask with a smile. “The one and only.” Was his reply. Definitely Lenny.
Taking my arm he led me through the crowded club to a dimly lit table. “Lenny, what are you doing here?” His answer was exactly what I’d expect. “Here to see you doll, why else?”
I scoffed at his particularly vague answer. “No… I mean what are you doing here?” Lenny hates or hated? So-called fancy comedy clubs. I know, says the man who got a gig at Carnegie Hall. But he dreads this place. Whether it’s because they wouldn’t take his jokes so lightly or because he thinks any where nice is full of pricks. “Ohh, oh I see, what am I doing here in this place specifically. Since you are such an extravagant comedienne why come here?”
Of course this being asked by Lenny was a rhetorical question. That didn’t stop my curiosity. I nodded with a flattered grin, waiting for the official answer. “I was just in the neighborhood .. I saw you were performing and didn’t have a good reason not to stop by.” He says quiet and slow, like he is every time he’s in a one on one conversation. “Yeah?” I question, It seems like every time I even speak to Lenny. As simple as this. Uncontrollable butterflies start to erupt inside of me. Every little compliment, even the facts he’s here to see me makes me smile like an idiot. “Yeah,” he says in a reassuring tone. “Although I was a bit offended you didn’t-” The fellow comedian was cut off by a young looking slim, tall, man.
“Please excuse me Ms. L/N. I’m sorry to interrupt but I was hoping to get an autograph?” He looked very awkward, continually looking back at a group of friends giggling and watching intensely.
“Oh my gosh. Of course!” I made myself turn my gaze away from Lenny. Writing my name on a newspaper “Y/N L/N AND LENNY BRUCE AFFAIR?” With my face in the middle of a skit as the cover. ‘Flattering picture! An even more flattering title!’ I sarcastically thought. “Thanks so much!” He exclaimed, giving a wink. Laughing to myself I looked back at Lenny. “I’m sorry Lenny what were you saying?” I asked. Having completely forgotten the topic of conversation. “People ask for your autograph now?” He asked more seriously than anything before.
“Well sometimes… that’s not a regular thing! No I guess he must’ve just seen me perform here before or something I don’t know but-” “Calm down!” Lenny stated in a more playful tone than the one before. “I wasn’t asking to call you out or something, it’s just incredible.”
A sigh of relief and embarrassment came from my chest, “Oh!” “You no that was a pretty interesting News headline, yeah?” The feeling of embarrassment hit again. I know I talk about Lenny a lot in skits. Wether it’s making fun of him or telling some story relevant to the joke. And hey maybe we’ve gone home together after a show once… or twice. But I know Lenny doesn’t want a relationship with me. “Friends with occasional benefits” he always said.
“ Interesting, you could say that….” I managed to choke out. Lenny laughed, “They’re not completely wrong, are they?” He asked with a cheeky smirk. “I wouldn’t call it an affair… persay.” I tried to keep my cool as he leaned in closer, making my breathe hitch. “Maybe not, but it’s definitely something.” He continued, leaning in closer. “Lenny, you’re the one who said that.. we were only friends, you know, better off that way?” He seemed to consider what I said, looking down, and back up at me. “Can a man change his mind?” Before I could come up with an answer he leaned in to kiss me. More gentle than any that he’d given me before. But before I could enjoy it I felt the flash of a camera hit us. “Lenny, we can't do this here.” I whispered. He answered quickly, “I know, come on.” Lenny ushered us through a near exit outside. It had just begun snowing. Falling and sticking on the city buildings and ground. Lenny walking quickly, still looked my outfit up and down. Black dress, black tights, and a light cardigan. “God, you’re gonna freeze out here.” He scolded, taking his suit jacket off and handing it to me. I thanked him, knowing he wouldn’t let me reject it. As a taxi cab drove by I quickly stuck out my hand and whistled. Lenny and I, freezing, hustled inside the cab. “Where to?” Asked the driver. Before I could answer at all, Lenny gave his address to the driver, and followed it with a wink to me. “I haven’t been here in awhile, you’ve changed a few things!” I admired his apartment, which definitely got a few upgrades over the past 8-9 months. He nodded “Yeah I’ve rearranged, even decorated.” I nodded whilst admiring the unfamiliar looking apartment.”Y/n?” Lenny asks at a quieter volume then he was speaking before. “Hm?” I hum in response “You never answered me. Earlier at the bar. When I asked if… a man can change his mind?” His eyes looked at me with a gleam of hope, along with underlying lust. My senses were overwhelmed by the apartment and Lenny’s longed for presence that it took me a moment to process what he had asked. “I think…” I started “that a man can change his mind.. if he really means it.” Without hesitation Lenny answered “He does.” “Is he sure?” “He is” “Then kiss me.” Lenny following the spontaneity of the previous interaction leaned in with a kiss. Less empty feeling than before. Now it felt full. It felt full of emotion and longing. The kiss deepened. “Bed.” He said sharply. Then picking me up, hooking my legs behind his back, without breaking the kiss he took us to his bed. “I love you.” He smiled, before showing his face into the crook of my neck.
joyce was a hippie in the 60s and 70s you cannot convince me otherwise
you had begun wearing your moms old clothes.joyce never had any complaints about sharing clothes.so you usually borrowed pieces from her closet.and a while ago you found yourself looking at the long skirts and colourful clothes that most definitely belonged to a hippie.you could smell the faint smell of weed on them.and you made fun of your mother about it for days.
until eventually she made fun of you for wearing the same clothes.you were drawn to the clothes,the ideologies,the music and before you knew it you were in ankle length skirts with flowers in your hair.
you didnt really care how people perceived you.and its not like your family wasn't used to the judgement of outsiders.but still you never wore the clothes outside.you kept them in your home where they wouldnt be ridiculed.
until today.you had no clean clothes.your family wasnt exactly the clean sunday morning chores type so after digging through piles and piles you realized that was your only option. so you put the outfit on and mentally prepared yourself.
your mom and will complimented you but you were sweating like crazy.its hard to hide in a small town.and sure it wasnt a big deal,but you knew the kind of shit jason and the cheer team put freaks through.
jonathon could tell you were nervous in the car.
"you look good you know"
"yeah im just worried."
"about what?"
"about those asshole preppies saying something."
"if they say anything i'll beat em up" he offered. which made you burst out laughing. "im serious,i can pack a mean punch." he smiled.
"i dont believe you in the slightest."
"i mean it,last year i managed to beat steve harrington."
"bullshit" you scoffed.
"im serious,he ended up with a black eye for weeks" he rebuttled. the conversation put a smile on your face and distracted you from how nervous you were.
jane chimed in from the backseat telling you how pretty you were."i made you this" she said,handing you a flower crown "max taught me how." you thanked her and put the crown on your head.
no one was going to let you live this down.even if you changed your clothes back tommorow.
you'd made it your goal to not attract attention to yourself at school.to not get a reputation.in a small town a bad reputation doesnt do you any good.
you saw how they treated will,jonathon,jane,hell how they treated eddie munson and all he did was wear a dio jacket.
you walked into school with a smiley sister who had left to talk to max.a glaring older brother who left to talk to his girlfriend.and a younger brother who ran off to talk about dungeons and dragons with his dorky friends.
and thats when it hit.everybody was looking at you.the fact that they stared at you and judged you for something as simple as an outfit pissed you off.yeah yeah you were supposed to be all love and peace but you could hear it.hear them insulting you.calling you a weirdo.making up rumours about how your mom was probably too poor or crazy.
and yeah those rumours might be true but fuck,it made you wanna scream.
"i think you look killer."the voice next to you said,snapping you out of your thoughts. you closed your locker and turned to see eddie munson.
"yeah well i think its just you.before today i had no reputation,and now im the girl who wears hand me downs and hang out with eddie munson."
"you say that like its a bad thing." he smiled.
you two began walking. "its not a bad thing that im talking to you its just that everyone thinks im some whacked out hippie now."
"well,are you?"
"bordering on it.what about you?are you really such a freak?"
"in more ways than one." he joked.
"besides who gives a shit what they think." he continued.
"i do,my family gets enough shit from this town as it is."
"youre taking this very negatively."
"whats not to take negatively?"
"well,youre a freak now." "why thank you eddie,that makes me feel better." "just let me finish.youre a freak now,no matter what you do,you'll always be a freak from now on.so embrace it.do whatever you want.no matter what everyone will think its just you." he turned to you,placing his hand on your shoulder.
"join the dark side __ "
"you are such a nerd" you smiled.
"and you are a nature loving weirdo" he smiled back.
you two kept walking and suddenly you didnt care what everyone was thinking or saying.
"so is it true that hippies like to cut class and go smoke with their friends?" eddie offered.
"this one definitely does." you smiled.placing your flower crown atop eddies head.
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"its true,you really can pack a punch." you laughed,pressing the ice packet to jonathons face.
"told you." he smiled,pointing at a busted up jason.
I really like receiving asks it's like someone stopping me on the street passing me a microphone and asking me about my day in front of many cameras. Like i like answering that. Well I'll tell you just about anything frankly
