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0shewrites0 · 1 year

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THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

S2 | Gary/MC | 2700+ words | @0shewrites0

synopsis | Gary is genuinely happy with Maeve, but Lottie doesn't believe he is being honest. She is jealous of Maeve and angry that Gary ditched her for Maeve. Together with Hannah she thinks about how she can test him, or rather how she can make him regret that he ever coupled up with Maeve. She wants to remind him that she - Lottie - is the one he really wants.

prompt | rewriting Operation Nope @litgwritersroom

genre | fluff. non-canonical. rated T.

author’s note | I've never written for Gary before, so I wanted to challenge myself. I'm sorry in advance if I didn't capture his character properly, but I tried anyway. And it was fun to write him. I like fluff with Gary so much🤍

"UGH!" Lottie feigned retching and rolled her eyes.

Startled, Hannah looked up, following Lottie's gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw Gary and Maeve in the outdoors gym. Gary was doing push-ups while Maeve was underneath him. Each time he lowered himself to the ground, he pressed a kiss to her lips and then pushed himself back up.

Maeve giggled, her face flushed as she barely managed to look into his bright blue eyes that gazed down at her, and his lips twisted into a grin. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead and chest, but he kept going, his muscles tensing, his strong arms braced on either side of Maeve’s shoulders.

Both Lottie and Hannah stared at them, bewildered - Lottie because she still couldn't believe that Gary had chosen Maeve over her, and twice, and Hannah because she couldn't for the life of her imagine lying under a guy, having to endure his panting, the sweat trickling down his face and onto her own, and getting sticky, sweaty kisses.

What was hot about it? Ew! She shuddered in disgust, averting her eyes and looking at Lottie instead. "That's disgusting, isn't it?"

"Mmm..." replied Lottie absentmindedly, her gaze still fixed on Gary, her eyelid twitching nervously as she clenched her teeth in annoyance.

"Lottie," Hannah tried again, putting her hand on Lottie's arm and squeezing it gently, "stop watching them. You'll feel miserable."

Lottie scoffed, "Oh, I'm miserable already, thank you very much." But she turned her back on them and turned her attention to Hannah, frowning and pouting. "I just don't understand why he would choose her over me. When we came in he didn't even notice her, he didn't step forward for her!"

Hannah clamped her mouth shut, knowing this was going to be one of those endless rants about how Lottie thought she was the perfect partner for Gary, and she decided to just listen and nod her head in agreement. There was no stopping her anyway.

"Are you even listening to me, Han?" Lottie suddenly snapped, glaring at Hannah with her emerald eyes.

The latter nodded quickly and forced a smile, "Of course I am. And I agree, I don't get it either."

For a moment Lottie watched her suspiciously, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's like I don't even exist anymore!" She turned back around, fixed her gaze on the gym and was annoyed to see Gary still doing push-ups and kissing Maeve. "What is it about her? I thought he liked opinionated women, someone who could talk back, but with her it's like she's the complete opposite. Always all sunny and happy, always trying to keep harmony and peace. It's so boring!"

"Maybe we should do something to get him interested in you again?" asked Hannah quietly, almost not daring to say anything because she didn't want to make Lottie any angrier than she already was.

"What did you just say?" Lottie jerked her head around to stare at her, and Hannah wasn't sure, but it seemed like her eyes were shining. Like she was feeling hopeful again.

"I don't know, but if you think he's just forgotten you, maybe get him to remember you. We could test him and find out if he really likes Maeve that much or if she's just the easier option."

"The easier option? What's that supposed to mean?" Lottie narrowed her eyes again and scowled at her.

Hannah swallowed quickly, "I just meant that with her, he doesn't really have to try to make it seem like they're a good couple because they're so boring. Nothing ever happens, they haven't even had a fight yet. And maybe he's taking advantage of her because he knows she'll secure him a place in the finals? He could be playing the game..."

Lottie scoffed sarcastically, "I highly doubt the guy is smart enough to do anything like that. I mean, he's a crane operator. Doesn't take much cognitive ability, does it?"

Hannah winced briefly, wondering why Lottie even wanted him so badly if she thought so poorly of him, but she quickly brushed the thought off. She's just angry...

"But," Lottie put one of her impeccably manicured black fingernails to her chin and tapped it thoughtfully, "you do have a point. Maybe I can make him regret ever coupling up with her."

"Do you have a plan?" inquired Hannah hesitantly.

"Not yet, but I'll come up with one!"

••••••••••••••••

Gary stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and full of energy after his workout, dried himself off and couldn't help smiling when he thought of the visual of Maeve lying underneath him, beaming at him with flushed cheeks. She was not his type at all, at least not on paper, but lately he was wondering if maybe he had been wrong about his type all along. After all, he was already thinking about what his nan would say if he brought her home. And he was bloody sure she would adore her.

Maeve was laid-back, easy-going, happy, and she always managed to put a smile on his face, too. He felt comfortable around her, he didn't worry so much about his physique, and he caught himself no longer wondering so often if she thought he was hot. Because the way she looked at him, her sparkling eyes that lit up whenever he entered a room or came into her field of vision, and her lips that twisted into a genuine smile - it made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.

And the way she touched his body delicately when they were alone, the way she gently squeezed his biceps or brushed her fingers over his pecs as if he were a work of art -

Gary shook his head sharply and forced himself to stop daydreaming like that. He softened around her, he could feel it, and part of him liked it, but he couldn't lose his cool completely either. He couldn't let goosebumps cover his body just thinking about her. It wasn't like he was already in love with her, or was he?

He scoffed softly, concentrating on getting ready, then made his way downstairs. He was jogging through the large, open lobby when he saw Lottie lounging on one of the big couches, stretching her body luxuriously, almost like a cat, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had just entered the same room. His eyes raked over her figure for the briefest of seconds, then he cleared his throat, "Well, hello there."

Lottie lifted her head, gave him one of her piercing looks that made him feel extremely uncomfortable - and not in the good, sexy way - and gave him a lopsided grin. "Just got out of the shower, huh?"

Gary just nodded wordlessly.

When she realised he wasn't going to say anything more, she rolled her eyes, and sat up, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap. "How's it going? Is Maeve everything you ever wanted?"

Gary raised an eyebrow and came over to the couch facing her, propping his forearms on the soft backrest. "Where did that come from?" he asked suspiciously.

Lottie grinned and clicked her tongue, "Just asking. Because it's still early days and all that, you know."

"Yeah, I guess so..." murmured Gary, not breaking eye contact. "You happy with Bobby then?"

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back dramatically and wiping the non-existent tears from her eyes. "What do you think? We're hardly the next great romance."

He nodded curtly, "Fair enough. Bobby's more of a mate, isn't he?"

"Yeah, literally. We get on well, but there's nothing more between us."

He sensed she was trying to get something out of him without having to ask him directly, but he wasn't going to make it that easy for her. He wasn't blind, he had noticed both her and Hannah staring at him when he had done one of his training sessions earlier where Maeve had joined him. He didn't know exactly what her problem was, but he was wary.

"All right, I'll just come out and say it," she finally relented, standing up and walking towards him. Gary remained silent, waiting for her to continue, grinning inwardly. There it is.

"Are you really happy with Maeve? I remember you telling me what your type was on paper, and it's definitely not her..." She scanned his face for a reaction, but he gave her none. It wasn't long before she was standing right next to him, putting a hand on his bicep and adding, "I just worry about you. You don't seem yourself."

He scoffed, but quickly disguised it as a cough and thought to himself, Yeah, right. You’re worried. Of course you are.

"Listen, Lottie..." he began, but she interrupted him. "I just want you to be happy, you know? And I want you to be honest with yourself. What does your heart tell you?"

He tilted his head, only now realising how terribly close her face was, her familiar sandalwood scent wafting around him, her piercing green eyes boring into his face, trying to read him. "What does my heart tell me?" he asked, trying hard not to grin smugly.

"Yes, like..." she placed the hand that had been resting on his arm seconds before directly over his heart, then continued, "Is it telling you to keep trying with her, or is it telling you to weigh your other options a bit? We're only ten days in, not even halfway through the month."

He thanked the heavens that his heart was beating normally, that she was unable to raise his heart rate even though she was so close and her whole being practically flooded all his senses. He would have thought it would be more tempting if she were practically begging him to take her back, but there was nothing.

Sure, she had been fun to be with, she was a good kisser, and aside from all the weird spiritual, esoteric stuff, she was cool. But he had never felt the spark with her. The butterflies. Not like he felt them with Maeve now.

"So what does your heart tell you?" he deflected, suppressing a chuckle when he realised he'd caught her off guard.

She pulled back and shrugged, "Well, there are definitely better options for me than Bobby."

"Yeah? Like who? Lucas, maybe?"

Lottie raised an eyebrow and huffed, "Please, not even if he was the only option. He's hot, of course. But apart from that, he's not my type. I'm here for love, you know? Not just for a summer fling."

Gary nodded solemnly, then added, "Does Bobby know you're grafting on me?"

She flinched, surprised by his sudden directness, and her cheeks flushed. She tilted her head to the side, her long blondish-pink hair covering the side of her face so he couldn't see her, then murmured, "Weren't you listening? It's not going anywhere. It's not like he'd mind."

"So you are grafting me," he stated dryly. "Why?"

When she didn't answer, he continued, "I'm happy with Maeve, alright? And I think my heart is telling me to keep pursuing her. I'm sorry things aren't working out between you and Bobby, but I'm here for love too." He pushed himself off the back of the couch and walked past her to the glass doors that led out onto the lawn. Hand on the handle, he turned to the side and added, "Also, jealousy doesn't suit you, Lottie."

With that, he stepped out into the bright sunshine, his eyes scanning the lawn and his heart skipping a beat when he spotted Maeve lying on one of the inflatables with her eyes closed, floating across the pool.

He headed towards her, but halfway there Hannah stepped in his way. "Gary, have you seen Lottie?" she asked, sounding oddly nervous.

"Yeah, she's inside," he gestured towards the villa with his thumb and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm and stepped close to him, whispering, "She really likes you, you know? I know she's not so good with feelings, but she misses you."

She nibbled her lower lip anxiously, the grip of her slender fingers felt too tight around his forearm, and for a brief moment he didn't know what to do. His eyes fell on Maeve, still dozing on the inflatable, and suddenly he couldn't get away from Hannah fast enough.

He put his hand on hers and gently but firmly loosened her grip, then replied in a lowered voice, "First off, she should have told me herself. Secondly, that's nice, but I don't miss her. I really like Maeve a lot. And since you're playing Cupid, will you tell her?"

Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth dropped open. Gary seized the moment and left her to it. Falling into a light jog, he approached the pool where he immediately dived in, the cool water engulfing his body.

Well, that was fucking weird, he thought to himself, wondering if he should talk to Maeve about it. He couldn't see her getting angry or upset, to be honest, but it was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

When he came back up, inhaling deeply and sweeping his wet hair out of his forehead, two curious brown eyes were staring at him, twinkling mysteriously, and there it was again - the rumbling in his stomach.

"Hi!" Maeve exclaimed, flashing him a toothy smile, the bright freckles on her nose and cheeks dancing and sparkling in the sun, and he returned the grin. "Hey, love. Alright?"

Her grin widened and she nodded, then tried to get off the inflatable and into the water. Gary chuckled and looped an arm around her waist, finishing the job for her. She giggled as he pulled her against him and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers. A warm, comforting feeling spread throughout his body as she returned the kiss and he felt her lips move against his.

Eventually, he pulled back and decided to come right out and say it. "Love, I have to tell you something," he began and his heart beat faster when her nose wrinkled and she frowned.

"Okay?" she hummed, and there was no trace of worry or jealousy in her voice. It put him at ease almost instantly. He brought his palm to her face and brushed her cheek, then smiled reassuringly at her, "Nothing happened, but I thought you should know anyway." She just nodded, her warm eyes open and honest as she looked at him. "I think Lottie tried to come on to me."

She raised an eyebrow, and he noticed one corner of her mouth twitch slightly. But she said nothing, so he continued, "And I think she's jealous. Of you."

At that, her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and Gary couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Of me?" she asked, and her voice sounded so full of disbelief and genuine surprise that once again he couldn't help thinking that she really was the perfect match for him. "Yes, love, of you."

She shook her head, crinkling her nose again, and pouted, seemingly thoughtful. "Oh, is it because you chose me over her? At the last recoupling?"

He chuckled again, "Yeah, and at the recoupling before that too."

"Oops," she giggled and her cheeks flushed again, a lovely rosy hue.

Gary closed the distance between them and kissed her on the nose as the butterflies rioted in his stomach.

"And what did you say to her?" she finally asked softly.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I told her I liked you, not her."

The blush on her face deepened and she rolled her eyes playfully, but where her chest pressed against his, he could feel her heart beating harder at his words.

"You're not going to leave me hanging now, are you? Do you like me too?" he probed, a smile playing around his lips.

She smacked his arm and rolled her eyes again, "Of course I like you. I thought that was obvious."

He laughed, "Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

She nodded and smiled, "We definitely are."

Then she bit her lip and glanced down at his lips for a moment, but it was long enough for Gary to catch it and before she could lean in, he did and captured her lips in another deep, lingering kiss.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as he tightened his grip around her waist, and this time he didn't even try to stop the goosebumps that covered his whole body.

Maybe I am in love with her after all...

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beccas-gf · 4 months

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thatwheelchairchick · 1 year

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After The Villa - Chapter 3

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jordanplsno · 1 year

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Some more recent stuff.

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garebearandnan · 1 year

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Chapters: 28/ EP 05 Pt1 Two's Company

Fandom: Love Island (Video Game), Love Island (UK TV), Love Island Game S2 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Main Character (Love Island)/Original Character(s), Hope/Noah (Love Island), Lottie/Rocco (Love Island), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Ibrahim/Marisol (Love Island), Hannah/Bobby (Love Island), Gary/MC (Love Island) Characters: Main Character (Love Island), Hope (Love Island), Lottie (Love Island), Hannah (Love Island), Marisol (Love Island), Noah (Love Island), Rocco (Love Island), Ibrahim (Love Island), Priya (Love Island), Gary (Love Island), Bobby (Love Island) Additional Tags: Love Island: The Game Season 2, Fanfiction, Reality TV, Canon Related, Pre-Villa (Love Island: The Game), Star Wars References, Angst, Canon Rewrite, Mutual Pining, Romance, Ballerina, Swearing, Bullying

SUMMARY: Two new arrivals are causing a stir in the Villa! Whose Head Will Turn?

Love Island introduction Montage: Lucas

“I’m Lucas. I'm 27 years old, from Oxford, England. I work as a physiotherapist.” He gives a smouldering smile. “Once I gave a girl a foot rub on our first date.”

Pictures from his social media feed flash on the screen behind him.

Lucas says he had been single for a year before entering the villa. "I’m single by choice. I’m looking for the right girl. I feel like I have quite high expectations.”

"If I had to describe myself in three words, they would be confident, genuine, and ambitious."

He smiled brightly. “My ideal girl is someone who has a lot of confidence, a lot of self-esteem, and who knows what she wants.” He said he has his eyes on Hope, Priya and Grace.

He laughs. “If I had to describe myself in bed, it would be… damn good.” Lucas grins unashamedly.

His social media pictures and posts continue to roll on the screen behind him.

“My turn-off is someone who is not independent and relies on you to do things for them all of the time."

Why Love Island? "I haven’t had the best luck with previous relationships. So I thought, why not be in the sun and potentially meet the love of my life? Hopefully she’s in the Villa."

"I have no qualms about stepping on anyone's toes in the villa. I am a fairly competitive person and go after what I want." End Montage.

Love Island introduction Montage: Henrik

“I’m Henrik. I'm 23 and from The Isle of Wight. I’m a climbing and wilderness instructor.”

Pictures from his social media feed flash on the screen behind him.

“I’ve been single now for about 11 months. I came on this show hoping to meet the girl of my dreams.”

His mouth tips up at one corner in a cheeky smile. “I won second place in a Thor look-alike contest.”

He grins. His eyes are sparkling. "So if I could describe myself in three words: easygoing, playful. I love being close to nature, so I’d say I’m adventurous."

“My ideal girl is someone who's fun, adventurous, and warmhearted. I have my eyes on Lottie, Priya, and Grace.

“If I had to describe myself in bed, it would be fun, enthusiastic, and playful.” He gives a cheeky wink and chuckles.

His social media pictures and posts continue to roll on the screen behind him.

“One of the biggest turn-offs is someone who's really quiet, and you don't get anything back in a conversation."

Why Love Island? "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to go on Love Island—the sun, meeting beautiful people, and just having a great time—I can't wait."

What do you think you’ll bring to the Villa? "I’m a good laugh. I have a good vibe. I’m not snakey. I don’t like that kind of stuff. If I’ve got an issue with someone, I’ll speak to them." End Montage

Iain Stirling: Now, it's time for you to take control.

Which two girls do you think should go on a date with our two new boys, Lucas and Henrik?

Should it be… Grace, Hope, Lottie, Marisol or Priya. You can pick one girl for each boy and you have just ten minutes to make your decision.

To continue reading full story... “A Bit of Me” - Art_Angel - Love Island (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

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garbinge · 8 months

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Tasteless

Richie Jeremovich x F!Reader Carmy Berzatto & F!Reader (Platonic) From these August Prompts: “Tasteless" Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Kissing.

Continuation of these (in order): Pillow Forts, Soft Spot, Shoulder To Cry On, The Smell of Rain, I’m Sorry, Bad Day, You Suck, For The Sake of the Game,

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“Do you remember the first time we met?” The question was one sentence in the flow of conversation as you got out of Richie’s car to walk into the restaurant together.

It had been weeks now of doing whatever you and Richie were doing. There wasn’t any label on it, no discussion of exclusivity, but you spent a lot of nights over there consecutively staying over and on the nights you didn’t, he stayed with you. You were having fun, whatever that meant. Honestly it was the first time in a while that your relationship–or person you were intimate with wasn’t an issue or causing an issue in your life. And not only that but it was providing you with genuine fun and happiness. Richie was a good time, not only in that way but in the way that he was honest with you, you felt safe with him, not only because you knew he’d protect you or stand up for you but because he never lied to you, you never had to wonder or worry what was going on with him. There was a million more things that made your time with Richie enjoyable and you honestly spent a lot of time thinking about it because, well, it made you happy. Your mind got brought back to the conversation when he spoke.

“I remember when Carmy brought home some hyper enthusiastic friend.” He teased you as he placed a piece of paper in his mouth before grabbing his jacket to put on over his beef baseball tee.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the paper out of his mouth. “My brainstorming is not meant to be treated this way.”

He adjusted his collar and closed his car door, placing the key in the handle to lock it before catching up with you.

“I think the first time we met you told me to go fuck myself.” Richie tried to recollect back on the memory.

“I did, because you were making fun of Carmy.” You nodded in agreeance and grabbed his coffee from him taking a large sip

“I always made fun of Carmy. And give that back, don’t you have your own?” He reached over and grabbed the cup back from you causing a little to spill and just miss the paper full of all the blends of coffee you were thinking to experiment with.

“And I always told you to go fuck yourself. Just like now, be careful! These are precious precious ideas!” You handed him back the coffee to protect the paper.

“You wrote them on the back of a takeout flyer in my bed at 1AM because you couldn’t sleep.” Richie knew you were excited but he grounded you from getting ahead of yourself.

“Oh yea by the way, happy hour at Elina’s this Thursday.” You flipped the paper over to show him as you walked by the side of the partially renovated restaurant to see Tina in the window cleaning it and offered a quick wave that Richie matched.

As you both strolled into the restaurant and made your way to the kitchen you saw Carmy moving around the floor that had green tape on it and Gary holding a stopwatch.

“Morning, fam.” You called out and shrugged your jacket off immediately.

“OooOoOoOo” Gary called out seeing you and Richie walk in together.

All you did was shake your head and push him slightly as you approached him, also in a way to tell him to move over so you could sit next to him on the old kitchen workspace.

“What are we doing?” You asked, letting your legs dangle back and forth.

“Mapping out the kitchen for efficiency. Need to do this all in 5 seconds.” Carmy was running his hand through his hair before taking his sweater off.

“What are we at?” Richie looked over at Gary and you looked over his shoulder at his stopwatch.

“7 seconds.” Gary said, raising his brows.

“You’re fucked.” Richie said while you simultaneously offered encouragement. “You can do it.”

Carmy stared at the both of you while you both stared at each other.

“I gotta take a fuckin’ break.” Carmy said, shaking his head and moving out to the front.

“Carm!” You called out and jumped down to follow him through the saloon door.

“Hm?” He asked and turned around.

“I’ve got a list of potential blends, and honestly could use a second pair of eyes, like a good pair of eyes, that knows flavor combinations, and I know you’re busy with this and the menu and the whole restaurant so like if you’re busy that’s fine, you know?” It was a long winded statement and you were tripping over your words. When you had told Carmy about how instead of a coffee shop you were going to create your own coffee brand, his reaction surprised you. It brought you back to high school when you two would talk about your dreams and plans. He was happy. Supportive even. You remember him saying it was a great idea.

“No, yes, let’s do that.” His attitude changed immediately. “Uh, is it tastings or?”

“No, just want to pick your brain, honestly I could text you the list and you could just send me your thoughts when you can?” You wanted to be aware of his time and the fact that he was weeks to opening.

“No, we should sit down and talk about it. You’re my best friend, you’ve been here helping me, I wanna help you, especially figuring out the best blends, you know. Um, tonight? We can stay late here and chat through stuff, we could even try some things if you want.”

“Yea, alright. See you tonight.” You smiled and turned back to the kitchen where everyone was. “Thanks, Carm.” You turned around with your hand on the door to thank your best friend who was pulling his phone out of his pocket and just nodded with a smile.

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The rest of the day was spent doing odd and end things for the renovation, there was a break where you took the L home to grab a couple things for your plans with Carmy later which is what led you here now. You still had some time before you figured Carmy would be back so you were sitting with Sugar, Richie, Fak, and Sydney discussing the options you had laid out.

“I don’t know anything about coffee.” Fak said as he swirled around the one blend you had brewed in Sugar’s office as a taster. It was the idea you were excited the most about, you were nicknaming it the Chicago blend. It was the best regular coffee bean you could get your hands on, nothing added just a great fresh coffee bean and you aerated it, twice. It was you playing on The Chicago Bean and ‘The Windy City.”

Fak took a sip, “I wish it had vanilla.”

“Fak, I love you, but pass the jar to someone else.” You said in a soft tone because you knew how Fak enjoyed his coffee, with enough sugar and vanilla flavored creamer to give a kid a sugar headache.

Fak handed it over to Sydney who sniffed it and raised her eyebrows impressed by the simple smell and then took a small swig.

“That’s light. With a smell like that I wasn’t expecting it to be light.” She said and tossed her head side to side.

“I know, it’s so light that it’s almost tasteless, it needs something. I just don’t know what.” You watched as she passed it to Richie who didn’t hesitate to drink a big chug of it.

“This is fuckin’ good and strong without having me think I’m drinking something that’s gonna shoot me to the moon.” He was ecstatic in how he was talking. It made you smile.

“I’m not gonna try it but it smells good.” Sugar had the jar in her hand and was wafting it. “Maybe it’s fine the way it is?” She said tilting her smile up with a shrug.

“It’ll come to me in time.” You reached your hand out and grabbed the jar back from her.

“You got a name for it yet?” Syd stood up and asked you.

“Carmy said something earlier that stuck with me and I don’t even think he realized it.” You said gathering up your stuff, too.

You thought back to just earlier today when you two made plans. “You’re my best friend, you’ve been here helping me, I wanna help you, especially figuring out the best blends, you know.”

“So I’ve been stuck on the name Coffee Garden right, playing on Chicago’s whole “City in a garden” nickname, this place, it just raised me you know, it’s home. It felt right. But I think I’m gonna add Best Blends to the coffee grinds. Play on best friends, because you know you want the flavors to mix well together.” You explained your logic.

Syd had a smile on her face understanding where Carmy shone through in your ideating. Now actually, that you were looking around everyone did.

“Aright, alright, fuck all of you, let’s get back to whatever the fuck we were doing.” You brushed them all off and moved out to the front.

At some point arguing had started between the group of you, more Sugar and Richie while you and Sydney just added in your two scents when needed and served more as mediators than anything else.

Carmy’s voice alerted you when he asked what was going on and that’s when you saw her. Claire. You had known Carmy was going to see her again, it was inevitable, it was also a little hypocritical of you to be mad. You knew it was too much to balance, but yet here you were throwing more on his plate with your own stuff, but you couldn’t help but think that that was different. Maybe there was a little best friend privilege there and you knew there was also way more transparency. You knew Sydney needed him for things and you’d never even think of taking him away from that, tonight was the perfect example, you were going to tell Sydney to take as much time as she needed with Carm before you took your own time with him because you knew there was a lot still to be decided on. But with Claire, you knew he wasn’t telling her shit and she was going to be collateral, and while you weren’t sure who was going to pick up her broken pieces, you knew who was going to be picking up Carmy’s.

Now Carmy was in the mix of yelling as everyone greeted Claire. Sugar first with a hug, followed by Sydney introducing herself while Richie whispered in Carmy’s ear before giving the girl his normal italian greeting all while you just stood there, staring at Carmy in hopes he would read your mind.

Obviously that was no dice, so you smiled at Claire and moved forward to hug her.

“Hey Claire.” Your arm moved around her for a brief few seconds as she raised an octave to greet you back.

As you pulled out of the hug you noticed Richie was trying to make his point about the whole entire reason everyone was arguing and you went to step in until you heard Carmy.

“Everybody, thank you for today. It was a great day. Go home. Goodnight.”

You and Sydney practically made the same face. Syd’s was more laughable, her face had a smile on it as she accepted what was happening, her eyes rolled and she was pretty quick to grab her things and leave. Which left you standing there, a little in disbelief as you processed your best friend's words as Richie continued to argue with Carmy.

“Richie.” You said cutting him off while staring off in a direction before zoning back in and placing your hand on his abdomen, “come on, let’s go.”

You felt both Claire and Carmy’s eyes fall to your hand that was resting on Richie and then back up to the two of you.

Richie looked down at you and frowned, at first it was because he was frustrated you cut him off but then he saw your face. Your incredibly sad face. That made his own soften and his hand reached out for your shoulder as he instantly realized what was going on.

“Alright, yea.” He shook his head yes as you both disconnected and you grabbed your things and started to make your way out the front door.

“Goodnight.” You were barely able to speak up, but knew you couldn’t be in that room with Carmy without a burst of frustration tears coming out so you opted to step out while Richie grabbed his coat, said his goodbyes and was shortly behind you.

Richie was lighting a cigarette up the minute he was outside and lightly jogged so he was caught up to you as you walked to his car.

“I’m telling you that kid, he’s so fuckin’ annoying, I’m tryin’ my best here, right? They need amperage and I went to get amperage, but no one appreciates me, I’m tryna fuckin’ help, be proactive, but it’s what was I thinkin’, I think I’m the only one thinkin’!” He kept going on and on and you let him as your own thoughts bounced around in your head. You two were now getting into his car, letting the engine warm up while Richie kept shit talking.

“And what happened to silverware with Syd and blends with you? Yelling at all of us to get out, like he didn’t just fuck you both over, and me, because he always fucks me over, it doesn’t matter that I’ve been here longer than anyone and know shit about shit, but still no one is showing anyone any fuckin’ respect.”

“Richie.” You spoke quietly to get his attention, him mentioning what he noticed about you and Carmy grounded you back into reality. It was so different to have someone who noticed that shit and paid attention to how you were feeling. No one had done that before. Sure Carmy and you had years of history where he’d notice things were up and you’d check in but these last years really had none of that.

Ironically, Richie hadn’t heard you so you said his name a couple more times until he stopped and looked over at you.

“Thank you.” You said looking at him, straight into his blue eyes.

There was probably more you could say, more to what you felt but there wasn’t anymore emotional capacity in your brain left to express it so for now, thank you would have to do.

Richie’s brows slightly frowned as he shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re thankin’ me for, sweetheart.”

“Just, everything. Thank you.” You tried to explain but after that sentence Richie didn’t need anymore detail, he nodded and opted to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips instead of saying anything else. His hand cupped your face to bring it closer to his as you both leaned over the middle console of his car. His breath tasted like coffee and cigarettes and strangely enough you loved it.

As he pulled out of the kiss, he left his forehead to rest on yours, “you’re welcome.”

It made you chuckle and as you did he planted one more peck to your lips before moving to put the car in drive.

“C’mon, you can get your coffee lab running at my place and I’ll taste whatever you need me to.” He began to head towards his place putting the radio on low to drown out the silence in the car. “And for the record, that shit wasn’t tasteless, I think it just needs something minorly sweet like air rated vanilla or some shit to balance out the lightness.”

Your head snapped to him, he might have mispronounced the process but he was right.

“Fuckin’ Fak.” Your voice slipped back to its normal self thinking back to when everyone was in the kitchen.

You both let out a small laugh. Richie raised his eyebrows and let out the same sentence as you.

“Fuckin’ Fak.”

#The Bear #The Bear FX #the bear fanfiction #the bear fanfic #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #Carmy Berzatto x Platonic!Reader #richie jerimovich #richie fuckin jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #Richie Jerimovich x You

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How would s2 LIs feel when they date someone who's actually new and inexperienced in their relationship for the first time? Are they gonna end well?

I love these kind of sweet questions, thank you! I think most of them would be fine with dating someone inexperienced, but here are some individual headcanons for you

Bobby – I honestly think he'd quite enjoy being the most experienced in a relationship for once, as he strikes me as one who usually ends up with someone more experienced than him.

Carl – He's probably been in that exact situation himself, so he might be surprised at first and then just smile about it as there's nothing wrong with being inexperienced. I think he'd

Elisa – I think Elisa could get a bit impatient as she doesn't really have time to coddle anyone when living her busy influencer life. Still, if she truly loves them then she'll eventually figure out that she needs to slow down for their sake, and listen.

Gary – He's so experienced it might be overwhelming for MC at first, but if they communicate clearly I think they can work it out together. Gary just needs to learn how to take it slow for a bit.

Henrik – Absolutely doesn't matter to him. Do they want to take it slow? Fine by him. Do they want to learn as much as possible as fast as possible? Also fine. He's so easy going and will just ask them what they want, making sure they're comfortable. No problem at all with him.

Ibrahim – Rahim is a bit complicated as I think he could go either way, but overall he's protective and in some ways traditional. So I think part of him would almost enjoy having an inexperienced partner, who'd learn from and with him.

Jakub – I think he likes the *idea* of an inexperienced partner more than actually having one to be honest. I just think he's too impatient to face the reality of having to take things slow. I'm not a Jakub stan at all though, so I might be biased here lol

Lucas – Definitely fine with it (and maybe a kink of his? I don't know but he's definitely one to be turned on by both getting to teach and being taught). He's got more general commitment issues that might be a problem, but if they can work through those it'll be fine!

Marisol – If she could choose I think she'd prefer someone with more experience, but she won't turn someone down because of it. Love is more about the deeper connection to her, even if s*x is also very important. So yeah, I think if things are made clear from the start that she'd be fine with it (and she'd be a fantastic teacher)

Noah – I think he'd be pretty chill about it. It's basically canon that he loves strong, independent women/people, but that doesn't mean they need to be more romantically experienced than him. As long as the relationship is built on trust and love he'll be happy, and I think it could be confidence building for him too in a way.

#litg s2 #love island the game #litg #litg noah #litg bobby #litg lucas #litg gary #litg henrik #ask #litg carl #litg elisa #litg rahim #litg ibrahim #litg marisol #litg jakub

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saibug1022 · 6 months

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Okay but The Last Time (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift ft Gary Lightbody is PERFECT for Aerin x MC, my gods.

I am literally listening to it on repeat writing my Aerin fic

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas 2 #aerin valleros #aerin x mc

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gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun · 6 months

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In defense of trashy ya dystopias

Okay, I’ll admit it: Hunger Games is an excellent book. It is powerful and well crafted, and deserves to be an eternal classic. I’m not sure any of the ya dystopias that followed it were quite so good, and I understand why they get mocked so often. Still, I think they deserve a better rep than they get.

Now, I understand that some ya dystopias are really, really bad. The only literary criticism that would call them good art would be a reader response based method that just says “well, some people like them so they must be good!” I don’t think that’s exactly how art works, but to an extent, that’s true. If a book inspired someone, encouraged them to read, and broadened their view of the world, who are we to say that it’s not worth reading? No matter how terrible a book is, it can at least make someone a bit more passionate about reading, and that’s value enough.*

First, I have to talk about Divergent. It makes me sad how many people hate that series. There are some valid criticisms, but most of it doesn’t make sense to me. People accuse Tris of being flat and basic, saying she’s an overpowered Mary Sue of a blank slate. That in particular confuses me. Tris isn’t dull and underdeveloped, she’s depressed. She’s reactive because she doesn’t care enough to be proactive. She’s numb, which comes across as her being unemotional. Now, we can debate whether that makes her a bad choice as a main character, but I won’t stand for her being painted as a bad character.

I was horribly depressed when I read Divergent. Watching Tris made all the difference in my life. I related to her when she threw a chair from the roof and watched it shatter on the concrete below, wishing she could follow it. I would have followed her to her death when she convinced herself that dying for her friends was noble sacrifice, not suicide, not the easy way out. I nearly cried when she realized at the last moment that she didn’t want to die, that she had to choose to keep going. I watched her build her life back up, even through the misery, pain and loss. I watched her find happiness, and I broke down when she gave it all up to protect someone else, someone who was trying to throw away his life out of guilt and grief. She sacrificed everything she had to give him a chance to fight through it and become someone better. She would have done the same for me. I needed to keep going, to honor that sacrifice and follow in her lead. Tris taught me to fight, and I am so grateful.

The Maze Runner was one of my favorite series. My longest completed story I’ve written was a trilogy of (unfortunately very straight) TMR fanfiction. I know it’s pretty garden variety dystopia, but it was very meaningful to me.

I think part of what made it special was having a male protagonist. Most ya dystopias are centered on teen girls, the intended audience, and while TMR could have used more diversity of gender in the cast, it was nice to see myself in the main character (although I like to believe I’m not that stupid). Thomas is also a very competent MC, which is always appreciated, and it feels earned more than Gary Stu-ed.

TMR has, despite not having any canonical evidence, a lot of gay ships in the fandom, probably because the boys all have a ton of chemistry and there are no girls (pretty much). I was deep in denial (see my straight fanfic), but TMR still gave my budding queerness a place to grow. While insisting that being gay was wrong and my homosexual crushes were Not Gay, I still managed to have very strong feelings on which Maze Runner ships are correct (Newt X Alby and Thomas X Minho, Newtmas shippers fight me). Being represented, even if I didn’t know it at the time, was so important to me.

Lastly, TMR taught me bravery. It taught me that even if things are just going to get worse, you have to try and make it out. I look at the world around me, and it’s not hard to imagine the Flare, or WICKED gaining power. Us kids have been handed the burden of fixing the world, and I need all the courage I can get. Like I say in my fanfic (the AWWWB series on Wattpad, first book called Good Grief), “Maybe the universe is just cruel. But… if we don’t know what’s outside of the Maze, then we’d better hold on to the fact that it’s just as likely to be a good place as a bad one.” We have to keep hoping that something better is coming eventually, even if it never does. We have to keep fighting.

I don’t have any others in mind right now, but I want to hear about other books (dystopian or not) that made more of a difference than they’re given credit for. Seriously, I want y’all to defend Twilight, to champion the Matched series. Tell me how they changed your life.

*note: books that spread harmful messages are different than poorly written books, but that’s a whole conversation by itself, so we’re going to be idealists in this post and pretend that’s not an element while acknowledging that in the real world it’s a true and harmful thing

#dystopia #ya books #divergent #veronica roth #the maze runner #tmr #james dashner #thg #the hunger games

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whatisreggieshortfor · 4 months

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Caring Quietly

Gary x MC

Part two of Studying with my Girlfriend- the fic that made her fall for Gary 😂

For @justtuesdays

Happy Hanukkah, babe 💛

#litg #no villa au #love island the game #litg gary x mc #litg gary

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prpfs · 26 days

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Buckle up for a long one folks! I'm listing every plot & ship dynamic I've been craving to do! 🌞

「🎐 ; 🕊️ & possible 🍪」 24, she/him, AFAB.

I mirror the length & detail of my partners! Super dead dove friendly—we can more than likely include your deepest darkest wants!

Looking for: fandomless MxM discord rp! Romance, smut, and happy ending is a must! (However toxic that may look like to our OCs) 🤭 NB charas welcome! AMAB anatomy only (I'm uncomf rping PiV).

I'm esp interested in writing a sub/bottom chara against your sadistic dom top! My muses will be inexperienced but never just moan! Expect some obscene dialogue when they're into it 😳! You'll have plenty to work w during smut.

Plots are divided by categories & are strictly formatted as [YC x MC] if listed as [Muse A x Muse B]

Brother Incest ft. YC = Older brother (OB)

　🦇 demon/priest (kinda🤣) ;; incubus!older brother who aims to retrieve his religious school attendee!younger brother, who was given up when he was born bc their parents thought he was too weak! The more sperm is pumped into the youngest, the more likely he’ll awaken his own demon powers!

　⏳ isekai / reincarnated / traveled back in time ;; after dying at the hands of his own older brother during adulthood, MC is given a second chance to get it right & prevent his fate—and wakes up as his childhood self. Cue doing everything as a kid to get on his OB’s good side, but OB only seems more cold and distant…? Little does MC know, OB is itching to get his hands on his cute little bro! (Maybe theyre both royalty, or part of a noble family of a supernatural species!)

Power Imbalance

　⭐️ Famous person x Fanboy/Up & coming figure in the same field ;; MC's hero worship being taken advantage of just cause or to sabotage their career!

　🔖 Troublesome author that's always putting off work x Fanboy newbie editor that was assigned to them

Enemies to Lovers

　 💎 Phantom thief x Detective ;; very cat and mouse w/ a suave teasingly flirty criminal and a serious stubborn newbie on the side of justice. Always trying to one up each other but thief ends up getting away each time! Bonus points if thief only messes w him bc their pasts are actually linked!

Likely Slow Burn

　💊 Death reaper x Boy in a coma

Some of these are more complex & I left out MUCHH more details to be discussed in DMs! 😋 Things can be adjusted or even combined as you like!

Kinks of focus: Sadomasochism, teasing, humiliation, degradation, 🍪, lots of dirty talk, dubcon, cnc, and forced orgasm.

I don't have many pre-made OCs so I usually make a new one for each rp. You can literally help me mold my OC to be your type if you want. & just cause my OC is submissive in bed, doesn't mean they'll be a Gary Stu!

Rules :

a long term 20+ high-energy partner who I can joke and be friends with

unashamedly enthusiastic about our rp ship (via spamming hcs & memes & other media)

not afraid of being too much

decisively contribute ideas to plotting

comfortable & confident enough to strongly communicate your rp needs and wants

keep up w my long plotting msgs

available for back-n-forth rping (NOT rapid fire) some days!

Don't like if you'll just ghost; speak up if you've changed your mind!

Respect my time and I'll respect yours! Thank you!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#oc rp #mxm rp #gay rp #oc roleplay #original rp #fandomless roleplay #fandomless rp #1x1 rp #dead dove