#this is... not my best work

[thehigh-waytohell]

Save Rock and Roll

Chapter Two: Terrible Things

A body is identified, a mystery is investigated, and old enemies show up in an attempt to become allies. Or: Pete Wentz goes the fuck through it.

[melliflvents]

     ( serkan çayoğlu. thirty-four. cis male. he/him. ) the story of TARZAN now lives in the soul of EDRIC BARIS, aged THIRTY years. they’re a LOCAL, having been in woodvale for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS in the SOUTH as a CARPENTER. and yeah, they definitely have the vibes of TARZAN with the powers of ANIMAL INTUITION, don’t you think? ( bonnie, 21, she/her, est )

INTRO. PINTEREST. 

[flannelpunkcalum]

45. “Remember that weekend when we got out of town?” with ash or luke?

“When did you know?”

Things had died down a little since Luke had put that ring on your finger. She’d stopped crying, he’d stopped crying, and now they were both curled up in bed. Every so often he’d touch her left hand, like he could feel the new weight on it. “When did I know...?” He asked, grinning at her. 

“When did you know you wanted to marry me?” 

His smile widened, and despite herself she smiled too. “Love hearing you say that.” He said, resting his forehead against hers and leaning in closer. She could feel a hint of stubble when he kissed her. “You’re gonna marry me.” 

“Probably.” She grinned against his lips. 

“Oh, does my girl need a little more convincing?” He said, shifting to hover above her, grabbing at her left wrist. 

She laughed as he kissed down her neck, squirming when his lips brushed sensitive spots. Eventually, Luke came up for air, flopping back down next to her and pulling her into his chest. There was gonna be time for more rounds of just-got-engaged sex. So much time for making love left. The rest of their lives. “Remember that weekend when we got out of town?” 

“When everything went wrong? Fuck,”

“We had to walk to that motel after the car broke down and you were so grumpy and you wouldn’t talk to me and I was lying there in bed with you trying to be mad back but... I just knew that I loved you angry. ‘N I realized you were the only person I wanted to have those shitty times with. It’s not romantic or anything, but-” 

“No,” she said, moving to plant a kiss on his lips to stop them. “No, it’s - ‘s perfect. I love you.” 

“I love you.”

They’d never get tired of saying it.

[twotwinks]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mission: Impossible (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt Characters: Benji Dunn, Ethan Hunt Additional Tags: Christmas, Nighttime, Snow, Hot Chocolate, Cookies, Kissing, Ethan is hopeless and in love, (This is not great and I'm sorry) Summary:

Team Hunt's Christmas plans are ruined thanks to a mission. Now Ethan and Benji are alone in a safe house on Christmas Eve, and Ethan is set on making sure that there's still some Christmas spirit to go around.

Behold, one written-way-too-quickly-in-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning Christmas fic for our favorite soft spy boys!

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adventures in babysitting

Camila wasn’t entirely sure why Lili had asked both her and KJ to babysit tonight, but she was thankful to know she’d have someone to keep her company who could actually talk to her and keep her entertained when Charlie eventually fell asleep. Standing in the open door of Lili and Cole’s place, Camila waved Charlie’s little arm at them as if to say goodbye before turning and closing the door behind her. “They’re gone! Now the real fun can start!” she exclaimed with a smirk, giggling as she held the baby up to kiss her cheeks. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe two of her best friends in the world had created their own tiny human. Charlie was probably the cutest baby she had ever seen in her whole life so she had been thrilled to babysit the tiny nugget. “We’re going to have the best night ever, right Kaje?” she asked the redhead, bouncing the baby in her arms with a smile. “What should we do first?” she asked no one in particular, knowing Charlie couldn’t respond as she joined him on the couch with the baby in her arms.