#f2f: 007

[lightingsam]

Hiking To The Stars || Sam & Penny

TAGGING: Sam Evans & Penny Owen. WHEN: 1st of July. WHERE: Griffith Park trails.  GENERAL NOTES: Sam shows Penny one of his favorite hiking spots, then later they look at the stars. WARNINGS: None.

Sam held the straps of his backpack high on his shoulders as he waited for Penny to rock up, doing his best to appear casual as he watched each person that passed. To say that he was nervous was an understatement, although not entirely strange since he hadn’t hung out before. But he was also looking forward to hanging out with the girl. She seemed really nice from the conversations that they’d had so far, and he was looking forward to getting to know her that little bit better. By the sounds of it they had a lot in common, and the conversation had flowed easily, he was hoping today would be the same. It didn’t hurt that he also thought she was super cute. 

Plus he was getting in exercise, so it was like a win win. In fact he had skipped his usual daily workout in favor of it. Mostly because he had been running around all morning like a madman to make sandwiches and things that would be nice to have once the pair reached the lookout. They would be hungry by then, so it was totally a genius thing to do. At least, that’s what Sam hoped. When he finally spotted her approaching, he sent her a smile, pushing himself off of the tree he had been leaning on. “Hey!” 

[lenanotluthorfabray]

f2f || Luck || 6.22

Lena: had to admit that when she'd agreed to head over to Puck's house she wasn't too sure what she was getting herself into. However, dinner had gone well and she had even offered to help clean up, though had been promptly turned down. Now her and Puck were in his room, her all but sprawled across his bed, propped up on her elbows. "So, you play anything besides horror games?"

[snixpezlo]

SLEEPING ALONE → FACE TO FACE

There was an annoying amount of control that Rachel had over her. It was like her body was just built to follow her command and do whatever it took to find a way to please her-- which was messed up when she thought about it. Santana wasn’t so much confused by their relationship, but there were times when she stopped and thought about how far they’d come together. It had hard to explain the story to anyone else, because she didn’t really get it either. It’s not like she had this epiphany one day and woke up attracted to Rachel. They got close in the loft, it was close quarters and during those nights when she shuffled in from work and found Rachel waiting up for her, it was hard not to fall in love. 

This girl had been the subject of her torment for years and yet, every night she’d wait and help her into bed after a long night serving drinks at the bar. They even talked from time to time, usually about nothing, or everything-- eventually it was less about their relationships with their ex’s and more about stupid little things. It was a natural transition. They were in a period where Brittany and Finn weren’t in their lives as much, everyone was moving on and doing things, and they were in it together. It was nice to come home and have someone as her how her day was and she’d listen to Rachel talk about school, it was something she looked forward to every night. 

It was hard coming home and seeing the couch empty and Rachel’s door closed, knowing that Brody was staying the night. It was even harder when they had sex and she lay there trying not to be a creep, but still had to rub one out when she heard Rachel hit that final note. It made her feel gross after and she usually went around ignoring Rachel, until she went snooping and figured out why Brody gave her that bad feeling and it was soothing to know it had something other to do with his relationship with Rachel. They kicked her out for three nights and she slept with two girls, neither of them able to get her off. On the fourth night she found herself back on the couch, but not for long, when Rachel snuck out of her room and ushered her into the bedroom. 

They cuddled for the first time that night and it threw her, in a way that kept her up all night, because she couldn’t get over how good it felt to hold Rachel like that. It didn’t matter that she kind of drooled all over her tit and that she was a clingy fucking asshole, actually she kind of liked it. Santana was lost in every movement, from Rachel’s hand softly resting on her stomach, to the way their legs tangled together. It scared her how much she liked it and how much she never wanted it to end. Santana never liked sleeping alone, she’d been prone to sneaking out and running down the street to Brittany’s house before they were even eight-years-old. It wasn’t until they were eleven that their parents stopped trying to fight it. 

It wasn’t even like she was as turned on like she claimed. Sure, the idea that at some point, Rachel had taken a sneaky sexy picture of her was pretty hot, but it didn’t “ruin her panties” as she said it did. Santana just missed her. That was the truth. Santana missed the warmth of her body and kind of craved that tight little hold Rachel engulfed her in. The nights they spent away from each other were horrible. Santana could barely sleep and she was left tossing and turning until her alarm blared in her ear. It was probably unhealthy, but so what. Santana had no issue relying on a person for comfort, she just didn’t like announcing that part to anyone else. It might’ve been obvious had anyone seen the way she all but jogged through the apartment when she heard the little knock at the door, but at this point, who the fuck cares?

[smittenbyherthighs-blog]

The Fall Out || Pearlet

Rosy face splattered with hot tears of frustration and anguish, Violet slammed the door of her boyfriend’s room and made a beeline for the staircase. Though this dramatic poetic phrasing would usually have her cringing - she didn’t know how else to explain the way her entire world seemed to be crumbling around her. Sure, she and Matt fought, but never like this. Never to this intensity and never to an extent where their entire relationship had been shaken into a state of jeopardy. Part of her didn’t even understand what she was even fighting - I mean, what was wrong exactly with having a boyfriend that was so deeply committed to you that he was willing to base his future off of you? Nobody else in her life had ever made such a sacrifice for her and if the opportunity ever presented itself, she doubted anyone else would have. This was a heroic act of love and selflessness and as much as Violet wished she could accept it as that, she simply couldn’t for she loved Matt too and she didn’t want him to throw away his own personal aspirations and career goals just so he could be physically alongside her when she achieved hers. Needless to say, it wasn’t fair and though it may be what he thinks he wants now, she was certain that once the years wore on, he would learn to regret building his entire future around her and as a result, he’d fester decades worth of resentment towards her, and as far as Violet was concerned? That’s the last thing either of them should want. Matt obviously disagreed - at first trying to convince her that he could call New York home because she was home and just being with her would make him feel infinitely happy and at peace. As Violet continued to challenge this mentality though, he questioned whether she felt similarly and if she even saw them going the distance or if she was itching to ditch him for someone else the instant she stepped on New York soil. That’s when shit hit the fan and the allegations were enough to send them both into a tailspin - ultimately leading Violet to dart off, hopelessly soughing out shelter so she could collect her thoughts and wait out this storm to pass - if it ever did pass. She had made it out of the Lent’s driveway but when she turned the corner to head towards beach, she fully on body slammed into someone and the impact nearly knocked her to her feet. “Jesus christ,” She cussed, rubbing her bruised head and trying not to gasp when she could see through tear stained eyes that it was Pearl who she had collided with. “Oh…hey.”

[matteesterling]

f2f // matt & sylvie

So. I have a surprise for you.

[skylarkaugustus-blog]

FTF → 007

Gus was currently fighting off Lux’s pup, Admiral,while he was attempting to make dinner at the same time. Lux was rather busy lately having spent time with some new guys he met through a class he started that new semester. While Gus was happy to see that Lux was making new friends and enjoying time with them, he was a bit pouty over the fact he hasn’t had as much time with his boyfriend lately. 

“Admiral, stop--Jesus, you’re so--” Gus practically growled as the dog jumped all over at his legs while he attempted to finish dinner, but cut himself off when he heard the front door open and signal the entrance of his boyfriend. Admiral yapped eagerly and ran off to the front door in order to greet the warlock.

[constantlykitty]

LEAP DAY F2F -- OPEN

A quick trip around the party had told Kitty just about all that she needed to know. There weren’t too many UESiders who wouldn’t use any holiday as an excuse to get all sorts of carried away in the most embarrassing of manners. She saw someone doing the worm in the corner. No, really. The worm. Needless to say she had walked away from that with a new flute of champagne wrapped in her fingers like a true present. It was her second. Yes, she had told herself that she wasn’t going to get sloppy, but two tiny glasses of champagne weren’t about to change that. Besides, she still hadn’t figured out whereabouts Finn had run off to and she wasn’t about to be that weepy drunk girlfriend who was running as fast as her mascara to try to find out where lover boy had gone. Hell no.

Kitty brought the rim of the glass to her lips and just held it there for a moment, peering around the room for anyone that looked interesting. Unfortunately there weren’t many options. She supposed that maybe everyone was too soaked in their own splendor to really provide entertainment for anyone else. She tipped the glass and the bubbly poured between her lips -- enough to make those warm tingles return, but not enough to persuade her into joining the dance floor. Not just yet, anyway.