#we all know who is the smoothest one out of this couple

[bby-deerling]

nesting partners (penguin x reader)

happy birthday penguin!!! this was originally written for my sweet friend @queenmimi2817, but she has graciously allowed me to share this with all of you! <3

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cw: suggestive content, established relationship, fluff

tagging: @guilty-sugar @willowbelle @eelnoise @fanaticsnail @indydonuts

As Penguin paces back and forth along the rocky beach for what must be the seventeenth time, Shachi sighs in annoyance.  “It’s just a rock, Pen, pick one already!” he complains, exasperated.  Penguin huffs and doesn’t respond, his eyes glued to the ground.  Despite his friend’s claim, this was not just a rock—it might be dorky and silly of him to be searching for the smoothest, most circular rock he can find, but after you had brought up the fact that real penguins propose to their mates with a carefully selected pebble, he just couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

And then he spots it in the corner of his eye, slightly darkened from a wave crashing over it.  It’s nearly spherical, and completely grey, with no dings or dents or discolorations; he knows, deep in his bones that this is the rock that’s meant for you, the one you deserve, that will demonstrate just how serious he is about you.  He holds it in the palm of his hand, smiling softly to himself while Shachi rolls his eyes from underneath his sunglasses; while he was happy for his friend and thought the two of you were a very cute couple, Penguin’s lovesickness admittedly drove him nuts at times, especially when his own love life was nothing to write home about by comparison.  As the pair makes their way up the beach, Penguin brimming with excitement and nerves, they spot your figure running towards them; Shachi waves you over while Penguin straightens his back and hides his hand behind his back, wanting to keep his gift for you a surprise.

But surprisingly, you beat him to the punch.

“I made something for you, Pen!” you exclaim, holding out a wide, flat rock in your hand.  The stone itself has imperfections, but you had adorned it with a tiny miniature painting of two penguins holding hands, with small pink hearts around them.  Penguin’s jaw drops in surprise, touched that you spent the time making him such a thoughtful gift.

“I love it—yours makes mine look a bit lame, though.” he says sheepishly as he holds out his own rock, despite the lack of a painted personal touch, you excitedly snatch it up all the same, marveling at just how smooth and round the pebble is.

“It’s perfect!  Thank you—I love you so, so much!” you say gleefully, throwing yourself into his arms and standing up on your toes to kiss him.  He accepts the affection readily, cupping your face and curling an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, on cloud nine and without a care in the world—to the point that he seemingly forgets Shachi is still standing right beside the two of you.

“Gross.  I’m headed back to the inn.” he teases, though his jaw clenches in mild annoyance as he walks up the steep path towards the coastal lodging the crew was staying at.  However, as he realizes everyone else is hastily packing their belongings and heading back to the Polar Tang, his lips curl into a smirk as he resolves to mess with his two friends who were so obnoxiously smitten with each other—and so when Law asks him where the two of you are once he gets back to the submarine, Shachi simply shrugs.

“I told them we were leaving soon—they must not have been listening.” he laments with feigned annoyance as he attempts to hide the smirk on his face.  Impatient as usual, especially when trying to keep a strict time schedule, Law doesn’t wait much longer before disembarking and heading back towards the inn himself, with strict orders to the rest of the crew to stay in place and prepare for departure.

Though when he gets back to the inn and swings open Penguin’s door, a terse lecture on the tip of his tongue, he admittedly wasn’t prepared to see the two of you in such an intimate position, lips locked heatedly together; one of Penguin’s hands is grabbing at your breast while the other is around his cock, lining his head up with your entrance—that is, until you notice someone else is in the room with them, and you snap apart, a small scream of shock leaving both of your mouths.

“You two really couldn’t have done this back on the submarine?” Law asks, beyond exasperated; his tone is even, but a bright red flush creeps into his cheeks.

“Fuck—sorry, Captain!” Penguin squeaks out, his face burning red as he shoves his cock back into his boxers and zips his boiler suit up; you scramble to pull your shirt down and position the sheets over your lower half, heart racing with embarrassment from getting caught in the act.

“Don’t worry—I’m not looking.” Law says to you dryly as he rolls his eyes in an attempt to diffuse the situation, though he’s not quite sure if anything can make the awkwardness hanging in the air any less painful.  Eyes glued to the corner of the room while the two of you get dressed, he regains his composure and authoritative tone.  “We were supposed to depart an hour ago.  Shachi said that you guys knew and still didn’t show up.” he says, annoyed.

“Huh?  He didn’t say anything to either of us about that.” you say, confused and thankfully fully clothed as you tilt your head.

Law lets out a sigh as the pieces click together, irked that Shachi had pulled the wool over his eyes in order to mess with all three of you.  “I don’t care about your excuses, you should’ve been on the ship at half-past two.” he says stubbornly, scowling at both of you as you hurriedly shove all of your belongings into your bags.

The walk back to the Polar Tang is still tense and awkward, though Law tries to break up the thick tension in the air by asking about the rocks that both of you were fidgeting with.  Excitedly, your embarrassment washes away as you tell him all about the mating habits of penguins, and how now that the two of you have gotten rocks for each other, you’re now ‘penguin married’—whatever that means.

“Tch—you guys are dorks.” he chuckles in response as you board the submarine.  The three of you move to head towards your assigned stations, but Law’s voice stops both of you dead in your tracks.

“Penguin—” Law says, waving him over, silently dismissing you.

“Yes, Captain?” Penguin asks, a bit of hesitation in his voice.

“Use protection next time.  The last thing we need on the Polar Tang is a baby running around.” he says, attempting to keep a serious tone, but near the end of his statement he can’t hide the smug smirk that creeps onto his face, nor the small chuckle he lets out when Penguin turns beet red and mumbles an embarrassed “Yes, Captain.” under his breath.

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[goldsainz]

I CAN SEE YOU — one shot.

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

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NOTE: first smau for my 2k celeb and it’s with my mannn😌 i made this secret!admin!reader, so hope you enjoy this! plot wise… questionable but we roll (also, can you tell i love lily?)

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[elliewilliams08]

Meddle About - Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Top!reader Switch!reader x Bottom!ellie Switch!ellie, Oral(e|receiving), fingering(e!receiving), cursing, aftercare, Ellie being the awkward girl we all love.

A/N: First time writing smut so bare with me.

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“You just gonna stand here and stare at her? Or?” Jesse teased as he stood beside the freckled girl, nursing the same glass of brown liquid he’s been holding since Seth poured it when they first walked in.

“Pretty much” She nodded sipping her drink and smiling as she watched her girlfriend dance around with a couple of the kids who adored her so much, “You and Dina still not talkin’?”

“Nope, we were supposed to go on patrol together yesterday, but Maria said she fell sick, so she wouldn’t be coming.” He nodded before rolling his eyes at where the raven haired girl was also dancing with you and the kids.

“Damn that rough huh?” She scratched the back of her neck with her free hand, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her own drink she’d been doing the same with.

“Yep. Wont even look-” He shrugged being cut off by yourself and Dina skipping over to her.

“Havin’ fun?” Ellie asked you as she laughed slightly and raised her eyebrows at how out of breath you were.

“So much fun” You panted leaning a hand on her shoulder as you stood beside her, her hand immediately finding your waist, and her arm wrapped around your back.

“Jesse.”

“Dina.”

“Ouch… cold” You whispered into the tense air, one thing Ellie loved about you was your inability to learn when to shut your mouth.

“You guys need to talk, and we need to dance. So,” You stopped to take and shot the rest of Ellie’s drink, giving her no excuse but to dance with you, “Let’s go”

You pulled the girl onto the dance floor, finding a space inbetween the couples slow dancing, it was common knowledge around Jackson that the two of you were together, and had been since she and Joel first arrived.

You were both assigned to patrol together, and you spent the day showing Ellie the ropes, to her it was love at first sight, how independent you were and confident in your abilities. She will admit to you that she underestimated you, having been through so much herself, but once hearing your story and seeing you in action, she was humbled to say the least.

“I’m surprised you still have any energy to dance” She smirked teasing you slightly, as her arms went to your waist, and yours around her neck.

You smiled and buried your face into her neck as you swayed back and forth slowly to the melody filling the air. You could feel her jaw and cheekbones move as a smile plastered itself onto her face. Ellie wasn’t the smoothest romantic, she was awkward for the most part, but that only made you love her more.

“I love you” You whispered against her skin, sending chills down her back, as she nudged you gently off of her and found your eyes.

“What was that for?” She smiled with a small laugh, to which you shrugged and played with the auburn hair at nape of her neck, that had fallen from the messy low bun in her hair, “I love you too. More than you know”

“You’re so beautiful” You smiled slightly bringing a hand to her cheek and trailing your thumb from her cheekbone to her hairline. The same cheek that was now sporting the deepest shade of red, as she looked away from you with a hard to fight smile.

“Shut up” She groaned shaking her head before looking at you again with a disapproving grin. You weren’t lying, Ellie was the most beautiful girl in Jackson, heck, the world if you knew any better. From her freckles, to her scars, to her green eyes that almost glowed, you loved them all.

“Can we get out of here?” You spoke low so that people around you wouldn’t look over in disgust or resent.

“Now?” She raised an eyebrow looking around, probably to see if Joel had left yet or not.

“Yeah… yeah now” You nodded before pulling her with you, both of you walking out with big grins and hands intertwined.

The two of you practically ran through the streets of the town, giggling and trying to beat the other, both of you being heavily competitive did clash at times.

You reached her door and she fished her key out of her pocket, trying to open the door as quick as possible due to the cold air. It was established earlier in the day that you’d both be staying at Ellie’s garage instead of your little one story house.

“I won.” You shrugged once you walked inside, Ellie being the gentleman she is, holding the door open for you. It wasn’t fair to say there were roles in your relationship, you both treated the other like gold.

“I won” Ellie mocked, and rolled her eyes before smiling and locking the door. Walking over to her bed to sit and take her converse off.

“Wow, sore loser much” You teased before walking into the bathroom, and running the tap, wetting a flannel and wiping your face with it. A ritual you had every time you visited the Tipsy Bison. The air was always filled with cigarettes, causing you to always shower or wipe yourself down.

“Oh please, I could so easily out run you, I let you win.” She protested, walking into the bathroom herself and splashing her face with the water that was still running.

“You ‘let me’ win?” You looked at her in disbelief, taking the flannel from your face.

“Mhm.” She nodded her arms leaning on the sink as she looked at you stood behind her through the mirror. The water she used dripping down onto the sink, and baby hairs stuck to her forehead.

You had to resist the urge to clench your thighs, as she smirked at you, letting you know she was joking but trying to wind you up.

“Really cause I recall that one patrol where I beat you to the lookout fair and square by at least 10 seconds” You shrugged as she turned around leaning against the side and her hands found your waist, pulling you to her as you stood between her legs.

“Really? ‘Cause I remember you cheating by pushing me”

“Okay. I was not cheating! You kept running into me,” She looked at you amused as she raised her eyebrows with a small smile, mocking how wound up you were becoming, “And I- stop looking at me like that.”

Her eyes focused on your lips, darting from your lips, to your eyes then back down. You both stared at eachother for what felt like an eternity, before moving closer, and closer.

“You’re an asshole” You whispered against her lips, a bigger smile forming on them, before her face fell and she pulled you in forcefully, her hands either side of your face, as her lips met yours, slotting together perfectly.

Your hands found her back under her plain white tee, as you tan your nails down it, the way you knew turned her on, not that she needed it. She’d been waiting for this since you were on patrol earlier in the day, the way you looked when you were out of breath and running your hands through your hair did something to her.

She groaned into the kiss as your nails made work on her back, her thumbs pressed into your hips, knowing that drove you crazy. Her nails digging into the soft flesh above your ass, as she pulled you so your hips were flush against hers, your tongues dancing together like it was your jobs.

“Jump” She whispered into your mouth, her breathing uneven already as she tried to catch it, you complied without another command, your legs immediately wrapping around her waist, as she held you up, your foreheads touching as you both caught your breath and she walked you to her actually made bed.

She made sure to be gentle when laying you down, her hands moving either side of your head as she hovered over you, your hands now on the top of her back, over her shoulder blades, feeling how her back muscles moved as she did. Her hips were resting on yours, as your legs had dropped to wrap around the backs of her thighs.

“So beautiful” She mumbled shaking her head slightly as she moved to bury her face in your neck, planting open mouthed kisses against the only recently hickey clear flesh. Your nails moved to drag down her back harder this time, not as gentle as they were in the bathroom.

Small uneven gasps leaving your throat as she tilted your head to the side with her thumb on your jaw, before it then ran over your lips. Loving the feeling of your hot breath against it as you gasped at her attack on your neck.

Your hips involuntarily moved against hers to find some friction, your fingers moving to her belt loops to somehow pull her closer.

“Fuck” She whispered into your neck, sending shivers down your spine, she then moved back to your mouth, as her hands moved to grip your sides underneath your t-shirt, lifting it to where she could see the bottom of your sports bra.

Your hands did almost the same, only you moved to pull it completely off, she moved to her knees that were between your legs and pulled it from the back, over her head. The sight before you never ceases to make you fall apart, her toned shoulders, detailed arms, her collarbone, her chest and the faint abs that we’re more visible depending on how she moved.

The two of you never had much time for sex, it wasn’t something the two of you were extremely bothered about, you both worshipped the other when it happened, but the two of you enjoyed other things just as much. Not to mention patrol hours.

She moved back down to your lips as her hips had a mind of their own, moving to grind into yours without her consent. The stray pieces of hair from her bun tickled your face as she admired your lustful expression.

You took the moment of silence to flip you both over, your turn to attack her neck with dark bruises she would have to cover infront of Joel or Tommy, not wanting to have a repeat of last time.

Her hands found the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it off to the side where hers was. You began to kiss her chest lifting her sports bra just a little to kiss the skin there.

Your hands moved to gently squeeze her waist making her squirm slightly as you planted kisses there, knowing she was sensitive there for some reason. Your hands found her waistband as you dipped just a finger underneath it to graze the skin there, before taking it back out and moving back up to her face.

She looked at you with a look oh so tortured. Her inner eyebrows arching upwards, as she squirmed slightly against your thigh that was now pressed against the denim of her jeans just where she needed it.

“Please Y/N” She whispered, her hand on your cheek as her green eyes met yours, she truly was a sight for sore eyes. Her other arm was under yours as you leaned on your side next to her on your elbow.

Your lips met hers again and you could tell she’d had enough of waiting, because as you kissed she gently took your hand from her jaw and pushed it towards her waistband, working to unbutton and unzip her jeans just enough to push your hand underneath her underwear.

The second your fingers made contact with where she needed you most, a shaky breath was released into your mouth. You kissed her forehead as you began to move your fingers in circles against her. Her hips moving to help you, or help herself more like.

“Y/N…” She moaned as her eyes bore into yours, her mouth open slightly letting the gasps escape.

“Hm?” You hummed, as you bit your lip, your hand never stopping it’s movements.

“Need-” She started but was cut off by her own gasp.

“What do you need, darling?” You whispered almost into her ear.

Her hand came to your cheek as her thumb dragged your bottom lip down, and she looked at you expectantly, and desperately.

“M- mouth” She whispered, to which you kissed the pad of her thumb and nodded, moving to your knees and between her legs, taking your hand out of her jeans, and moving to pull them down not sparing at time.

She faced the ceiling as she waited for your mouth to make contact with where she needed you.

You smiled slightly before licking a long stripe up to the top, pushing her knees to bend against the mattress by the backs of her knees.

“Please Y/N…” She was cut off by a loud moan as you moved to bury your face into her core, your fingers gripping her thighs, as she panted and squirmed against your mouth.

“Oh fuck-“ She whispered, one of her hands tangling itself in your hair, and the other gripping one of the bars of her headboard.

Her abs contracting and flexing as she squirmed against the mattress, your eyes met hers as she looked down at you, one of her biggest weaknesses, eye contact. Especially while you’re buried between her thighs. If the act itself wasn’t a one way ticket to hell, the profanities leaving her mouth sure would be.

“Hands… fuck! Use your h-hands” She moaned loud, as you sucked on her clit, making her back arch. You did as she asked and brought your middle and ring finger, to push them into her, curling them up slightly to just brush that one spot that has made both you and her ruin your beddings countless times.

“Fuck!” She moaned, loud enough to startle anyone walking by, lucky for you, Ellie’s place wasn’t exactly on any well used paths, “Shit!”

Her expression had changed when she looked down at you this time, not being able to for long without throwing her head back into the pillow, she looked like she was in pain, that one look you knew meant she was close, and it was powerful.

You could tell she was close by the way she was clenching on your fingers. Making it near impossible to move them, but you definitely did. Her moans only got louder as you reached your free hand up to place two fingers over her lips, indicating she needed to be quiet, just because it was quite secluded, didn’t mean it was completely.

“Cum for me” You whispered against her, making her let out a silent scream, as her back arched off the bed, and your hand was covered along with your chest, your sports bra, and your mouth. She had your fingers in a deathgrip, as her legs shook on your shoulders, and her hand gripped your hair tight.

You kept up your movements the whole way through it, it felt like an eternity before she finally came down from cloud 9.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N… stop stop” She choked on a gasp, as she looked down with adoring yet lazy eyes.

You gently removed yourself from her and moved back up her body to her mouth, letting her taste herself on your tongue, as her body shook slightly twitching.

“Fuck, you’re perfect” She smiled lazily looking at you exhausted.

“I know” You shrugged with a teasing smirk.

“Funny” She rolled her eyes and shoved your shoulder, as you both giggled.

“I love you” You smiled, tucking a piece of sweaty hair behind her ear.

“I love you more.” She sighed studying your face.

“Not possible” You smiled slightly, pulling her into your chest, for her to lay on it, as you gently drew shapes on her back. Loving this moment of bliss during aftercare, before she regained her energy and worshipped you in the same way.

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #18+ minors dni

[callsignspirit]

a ‘date’ to remember | emma brunner

a/n : i just finished fubar and holy shit. emma def gives of lesbian vibes i’m sorry i don’t make the rules - i completely stole this plot from brooklyn nine nine!!! also taking pride in knowing i am the first emma brunner fanfic on tumblr!

not proofread because i 1am and i need to sleep

this one shot is dedicated to this picture 🙏🙏

the squad were piled into the van as luke drove them to the restaurant. they had been briefed shortly before, emma and you would act as a couple in order to get a table at ‘benu’ a new restaurant where a couple of boro’s associates just happened to all be having dinner. while you and emma dined, barry and tina had set up software and the pair’s phones to extract data from surrounding phones and computers.

it wasn’t long before you had reached the restaurant, nerves began to take over your body. you were never nervous on a mission, but it was her. you’d be pining over emma ever since she had joined the team a few weeks ago, much to roo’s disapproval.

hands shaking, you opened the van’s door, stepping out onto the pavement concrete. you watched emma get out to before turning to luke. “we’ll be right around the corner if you need us,” he turned to face you, “and don’t let my baby get hurt!” he threatened before driving off to a safe enough distance where they couldn’t be spotted.

the tension was thick between you and emma as you began to walk towards the restaurant, it was as if both of you were frightened to speak, scared to let your guards down. you politely opened the door for her, earning a small smile and a sheepish head nod in response.

the hostess stood at the podium, looking frustrated. her smile was tight-lipped and her eyebrows were fused together in a mixture of anger and stress. “i’m very sorry but we are over booked tonight.” she stated, glancing up at the two for a split second, before burrowing her head back down into the planner.

you and emma shared a look of worry, if you weren’t able to get a seat in the restaurant, the phones wouldn’t be able to pick up intel from boro’s associates. you had already let him get away once, there’s no way you were going to again.

“are you sure there’s nothing you can do?” you questioned, “it’s actually… the night of our engagement! i would’ve booked but… i didn’t know if she was going to say yes!” you lied, it was the first thing you could think of but it had seemed to work. the hostess began to beam, and offered a table if you waited for a few minutes claiming she would do anything for ‘young love’.

you both made your way over to the bar area, sitting silently waiting for the table to become available. you wanted to say something, but you just didn’t know what. emma was an amazing woman, her work ethic, her fighting skills, her quick wit and thinking, in all honesty you were a little intimidated by her.

luckily, the wait wasn’t long, as before you knew it a waitress had come over to lead you to your table. you assessed the table position, confirming with tina it would be close enough to pick up the data.

you pulled out emma’s chair for her, in order to keep your cover (definitely not in an attempt to woo her), she thanked you, sitting down.

“sorry for the whole engagement thing by the way, it was just the first thing i could think of.” you apologised, wanting to clear the air before you had to endure an entire meal sitting across from her. it wasn’t that she was unbearable, it was that she was irresistible.

“hey, it got us in here didn’t it,” she smiled, reaching across the table to touch your hand to hers.

a bowl of spaghetti, two bottles of wine and a whole lot of small talk later, the phones had finished downloading what they needed to and boro’s men were getting ready to leave. it was the smoothest a mission had gone in the past weeks.

that was until emma seemed to spot someone who could recognise her, she grabbed your arm and whispered, ‘you’re gonna have to trust me.”

before you knew it she had grabbed your face and was leaning in for a kiss. you met her half way, connecting your lips with hers, it was passionate and exciting. metaphorical fireworks were exploding as the two of you practically made out in the middle of the restaurant. a part of you knew it wasn’t real, that it was just a cover, but the other part of you wanted to enjoy what was happening, you opened your eyes to see emma’s tracking the group of men, watching them leave and confirming they were gone.

after they were out the door, she backed away from you, apologising profusely. you didn’t buy it though, you definitely felt a connection between the two of you.

“you felt it too right? there’s something between us! i don’t want to dance around each other for the rest of the mission, we should just confront our feelings. if you don’t feel anything feel free to shut me down but all i know is, i like you emma.” you confessed, breaking eye contact about half way through your speech. a pause filled the conversation as you anticipated her response.

“yeah, what the hell, i like you too, let’s give this a shot,” she declared taking your hand, “now let’s go back to the van.”

“i hate to interrupt this sweet moment but i feel i should remind you both we can all hear your conversation!” roo interjected, you and emma looked at each other, both blushing from embarrassment.

#emma brunner x reader #monica barbaro x reader #fubar fanfiction

[whisperofsong]

Only You

Chapter Four

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Female OC

Summary: Jocelyn and Jake’s first night at the Hard Deck as friends doesn’t go as planned.

Word Count: 2,681 words

Warnings: Language and a sexually suggestive remark

Note: This chapter was a particularly fun one to write, so I hope you enjoy it!  Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated.  Also, please let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from the taglist.

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“I still don’t get it.  You and Jake are friends now?” Danielle questions in an incredulous tone.

“We agreed to try something new,” Jocelyn answers while scanning the collection of clothing in her relatively barren closet.

“I’m surprised considering all the shit he put you through. But I’m surprised in a good way because if you had turned him down, I would have persuaded you to reconsider. We both know I can be quite persuasive,” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at her best friend.

“Your persuasion tactics don’t have the same effect on me as they do on the men in your life.”

“I’m pretty versatile.”  Danielle winks.

“In that case, would you please help me pick an outfit for tonight?  I have no idea what to wear!” Jocelyn whines.

Danielle frowns.  “You didn’t care nearly this much the last time we hit the Hard Deck.”

“That was…different.  I’m meeting Jake’s friends tonight and want to make a positive impression.  I don’t want to overdo it, but I’d hate to be dressed too casually,” Jocelyn explains.

“You’re taking this pretty seriously.  I mean, who cares what they think of you?  You’re not trying to become friends with them.”

“But if I don’t get along with them, that’ll make future gatherings awkward and that’s the last thing I want.”

“In that case…” Danielle trails off as she assesses the options hanging in Jocelyn’s closet.  “What about this top?  It’s fun and flirty without trying too hard.”

“Is it more fun or flirty, though?  I’m not trying to flirt with anyone,” Jocelyn clarifies.

“It’s 50/50, babe.”

Jocelyn sighs as she toys with the soft and flowy fabric.

“You can pair it with those cute shorts you just purchased at the mall a couple weekends ago along with your sandals.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll wear that,” Jocelyn says while nodding and smiling as a means of reassuring herself that all will be fine.

Danielle claps her hands together and grins.  “Perfect!  Now that your outfit’s settled, let’s focus on mine…”

“You’re wearing clothes?  Why don’t you just skip the whole charade and get right to the good stuff?” Jocelyn teases, sticking out her tongue playfully.

“Don’t tempt me,” Danielle warns her.

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An hour later, the two women enter the Hard Deck and the atmosphere is buzzing with energy as everyone seems to immerse themselves in the inviting and relaxing environment that the bar offers at the end of the work week.  A pair of guys walk past Jocelyn and Danielle and one of them gives Jocelyn a lingering gaze, one that pays special attention to her chest, causing her to feel self-conscious.  Her eyes sweep the vicinity looking for Jake, but he spots her before she sees him.

“Jocelyn!” he shouts while motioning for her to come over with his hand.

His friends’ heads snap in her direction and the familiar wave of uneasiness washes over her as a result of their stares.  Jocelyn has always been confident in herself, but when it comes to crowds, she clams up.  Nevertheless, she and Danielle head over and are immediately greeted with polite smiles and curious looks.

“This is Jocelyn and Danielle, everyone.”  Jake then looks at the two women as he prepares to introduce his various friends.  “This is Coyote, Payback, Phoenix, Fanboy, Bob, and B-“

“Bradley, AKA Rooster,” Danielle says in her smoothest, sultriest voice while eyeing him hungrily.

“That’s right.  You two are well-acquainted,” Jake says knowingly while Rooster holds Danielle’s gaze.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting Hangman’s new friend,” Phoenix expresses with a genuine smile.

“Hopefully I live up to the hype,” Jocelyn replies.

“Oh, he hasn’t told us much,” Phoenix says.

“Right. Of course not.”  Jocelyn’s cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, humiliated by her brazen assumption.  Did she seriously expect conversation to revolve around her?

“That’s actually a good thing,” Payback reveals.  “The less he says, the better, which, come to think of it, applies to anything Hangman says.”

Jocelyn giggles at Payback’s comment, already noticing that she’s entering a more tranquil state of mind.

“What lies are you two spinning over here?” Jake asks with narrowed eyes as his attention lands upon the three of them.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about” Phoenix teases. “We only speak the truth.”

Jake rolls his eyes.  “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A Dirty Shirley would be good,” Jocelyn replies.

Jake rolls his eyes.  “Seriously?  The bartender’s going to have a field day with this.”

“Get over yourself, Bagman, and order it for her,” Phoenix tells him.

“I’ll do it myself.  We can’t risk bruising Jake’s precious ego,” Jocelyn retorts, already leaving the group to place her order.  

“What can I get you, sweetie?” the female bartender asks once she approaches the bar top.

“A Dirty Shirley.”

“You got it.”  The bartender offers her a small smile before disappearing to a different section of the bar.

Jocelyn stands there, playing with her hair incessantly and chewing on her lip.  When she turns around, she can’t help but laugh at the way Danielle is hanging all over Rooster, not that he seems to mind with his arm secured around her waist. Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are laughing with Jake while Phoenix has taken a seat next to Bob, who appears to be the only timid member of the group.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” a deep voice rumbles nearby. Jocelyn turns and notices a taller guy with brown hair and brown eyes leaning over the bar as he gazes at her.

“I’m sorry?” she says, taken aback by his remark.

“It’s just been a stressful week and because I frequently come to the Hard Deck, I usually encounter the same women.  Girls who are desperate to flirt with any guy that will give them the time of day.  You seem more wholesome than that.”

Jocelyn realizes that he’s complimenting her.  “Thank you.  I don’t judge others; however, what you just described is definitely not my thing,” she chuckles.

“That’s great to hear.  I’m Josh.”  He extends his hand and she grips it firmly.  

“I’m Jocelyn.”

“That’s not a name you hear often.  I like it, though.”

“Thanks,” she replies brightly.  “What do you do when you’re not at the Hard Deck?”

“I work for a finance company.  Numbers are my thing.  It’s probably a little nerdy, but it’s what I love.  How about you?”

“I’m a writer for an online magazine and able to write about plenty of topics, so it’s never cumbersome.”

“You’re a writer?  That’s awesome.  Way more exciting than what I do,” he admits, ruffling his hair.

“Hey, we need people like you in the world, too!” Jocelyn assures him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says as a warm smile gradually spreads across his face.  Jocelyn is so engrossed in the conversation that she has failed to notice the bartender already returned with her drink and placed it in front of her.

Jake is in the midst of recounting an anecdote from his early days as a pilot when Coyote nudges his side.  “Check it out,” he says while nodding towards the bar.  

The broad grin that was formerly decorating Jake’s face fades as he observes Jocelyn talking to a guy.  He’s hoping she’ll show some sign that she’s in agony, some signal that she’s only talking to him to be altruistic.  However, she’s leaning extremely close to him and their hands are practically touching as he makes her laugh.

Jake begins to make his way over there, but Coyote stops him. “Hey, hey.  What’re you doing?”

“Going over there to get her,” Jake responds as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?  She looks fine to me.”

“I invited her to hang out with us, not that guy.”  The acidity in Jake’s tone alludes to his distaste for the stranger monopolizing Jocelyn’s time.

“So?  She seems into him and he’s definitely into her,” Coyote reveals.  “Besides, you’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” Jake answers immediately.

“Then let her have some fun.  She’s enjoying herself,” Coyote smirks.

“Yeah, what’s the harm in letting her talk to a guy?  It’s all part of the experience,” Payback offers.

Jake isn’t certain he should let it go, but his friends are right. What does it matter if she’s flirting with a guy?  Friends don’t intervene in something like that, so Jake should mind his own business. He returns to telling his story, but positions himself strategically so that he can supervise the situation from afar. Just as he’s approaching the climax of his story, he catches the guy reach out and brush a strand of Jocelyn’s wavy hair off her shoulder.  That’s enough, he thinks to himself as he abandons his friends and marches towards the bar.

“Jake!” Coyote calls after him, but Jake ignores him this time.

“I would say you’re missing the fun, but it looks like you’re having plenty of fun over here,” Jake states as he stares down the schmuck next to Jocelyn.

“Josh and I got to talking, so I guess I became distracted.”

“What exactly do you do, Josh?” Jake asks sharply, sizing him up in the process.  Jocelyn looks at Jake with furrowed eyebrows, cognizant of his less-than-friendly demeanor.

“I’m an accountant.”

“Ah, what a modest job.  Not everyone is cut out to be a hero, so I know my fellow aviators appreciate the little people as much as I do,” he expresses with a forced smile that is anything but congenial.

“And not everyone is cut out to be modest,” Josh replies. Despite his annoyance, his tone remains measured.

“No need to get defensive, Jared.  It’s merely an observation.”

“It’s Josh,” Jocelyn corrects him as her annoyance grows, too.

“Isn’t that what I said?” Jake cocks his head to the side, feigning ignorance.

“Not quite,” Josh answers before taking a hearty swig of his drink.  “I should probably let you get back to your…crew,” Josh says to Jocelyn as he eyes Jake carefully.

“Actually, I’m fine. Right. Here.”  Jocelyn bites on her straw harshly while maintaining eye contact with Jake.

“Considering I invited you here tonight, it would be pretty rude to spend most of your time over here, don’t you think?”

Jocelyn should have known this newfound friendship was too good to be true.  They’re only three days in and Jake has returned to his insufferable self.

“Josh, may I see your phone?” she requests in the sweetest voice she can muster.

Josh gives it to her with a hint of a smile on his face and her fingers fly across the screen as she types something in a hurried manner. “You have my number now, so if you want to continue this conversation another time without interruptions, feel free to do so.”

“Thank you.  I’ll definitely be taking you up on that offer,” he promises her.  “We’ll talk soon.”  He leaves without so much as a glance in Jake’s direction and Jocelyn can’t help but feel victorious.  She moves to take another sip of her drink, but Jake’s forceful tug of her arm causes her to clumsily leave the barstool as he hauls her through the bar to the small outside deck.

“What is your problem?!” she questions in a livid voice.

“My problem? Me?  You were throwing yourself at that guy and for what?  A lousy end-of-the-night kiss that you won’t even remember a week from now?” Jake scoffs.

“First of all, I was not throwing myself at him. He sought me out and we were having a nice conversation.  A great one, actually, until you came over and ruined it,” she huffs.  “I’m not your property, Jake.”

“I never said you were,” he corrects her.

“Then why are you acting like I am?”

“I’m looking out for you.  The guy’s a schmuck.”

“Because he has a regular job and doesn’t go around boasting 24/7?”

“No, because that so-called humility is all an act, Jocelyn.”

“An act?  An act for what?”

“An act to get in your pants.  And you want to know the worst part?  You were falling for it!” he shouts in an exasperated voice.

“I wasn’t falling for anything,” she asserts.

“That’s not what it looked like from where I was standing,” Jake replies caustically.

“Maybe you need to get your vision checked.”

“And maybe you need a reality check, darlin’.”

Jocelyn wordlessly whips around and opens the door, stomping through the bar to find Danielle, who is currently sitting in Rooster’s lap as he kisses her neck.

“Danielle.”  Her friend is distracted with Rooster, not even registering Jocelyn’s voice.

“Danielle!” This catches Danielle’s attention along with the attention of some of Jake’s colleagues/friends, particularly Fanboy, Coyote, and Bob.

“I’m leaving.  You stay, I’ll call an Uber.”

“What’s wrong?” Danielle asks, slipping off of Rooster’s lap. Jocelyn senses the others’ eyes fixated on her, so she decides to forego a complete explanation at this very moment.

“Nothing.  I’m just…ready to call it a night.  It was nice meeting all of you,” she says as cheerfully as she can while giving all of them a sweeping wave and a pinched smile.

“I hope we’ll see you again soon?” Phoenix prompts.

Jocelyn’s forced smile remains on her face, but she chooses not to respond.  At the rate things are going, it’s unlikely.

“Jocelyn!” Jake calls with a disgruntled look on his face. The others observe this, causing Bob to leave his previously occupied stool and Rooster and Danielle to completely break apart .

“Gotta go,” Jocelyn says hastily and heads for the doors.

“Jocelyn, wait.”

Once she’s outside, she opens the Uber app on her phone and begins to put in her request, eagerly awaiting her ride home.

“What are you doing?” Jake asks.

“Leaving.  Even you can’t be that dense.”

“C’mon.  Let’s head back inside and make the most of the evening.”

“Seriously?  After your tantrum back there?”

“Jocelyn, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, okay?”

“No, it’s not okay.  I don’t want your apologies.  I just want you to act like a decent human being, but that’s apparently too much for you.”

“I keep screwing up.  I just…I lost my temper and I shouldn’t have done what I did.  I shouldn’t have said those things to you back there.”

“Then why did you?” she challenges.

“Because I want to protect you,” he sighs.  His honesty temporarily disarms her, rendering her speechless for several moments.

“You did pretty well the other night without throwing a fit,” Jocelyn tells him softly, recalling the evening they spent at the auto body shop.

“Yeah?” he asks in the same soft tone.

“Mhmm.  That’s the Jake I want to spend time with…not the overprotective one I witnessed tonight.”

He exhales heavily and closes his eyes with his head bowed. “I’m s-“

Jocelyn steps forward and presses her finger to his lips. “Don’t,” she says gently.  Her finger remains on Jake’s lips for a few seconds and he notices the stirring it ignites within his midsection, the strange sensation this simple touch causes to travel through his body.  However, he dismisses it by chalking it up to his alcohol consumption.

When she removes her finger, he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Can we go back inside?” he asks.

“I need to go home.  I’m…worn out.”  She rubs her forehead and Jake notes her weary eyes.

“Will you at least let me drive you home?  I don’t feel comfortable with you in an Uber alone at this time of night.”

“I’ve done it before, Jake.  I’ll be fine,” she assures him.

“Yeah, but that was before we were friends.  Now that we are, I’m not letting you do that.”

“Letting me?”

“Can you let your guard down and allow me to do this one thing for you?  Please?” he requests.

Jocelyn considers this and decides there’s no use arguing about it.  More than anything, she just wants to go home and find refuge in her bed.  “Sure, Jake.  Lead the way.”  

Jake’s relieved and this relief provides him with peace as they walk to his car.

 @bradshawsbaby @luminousnotmatter @roosterforme @demxters @callmemana @gigisimsonmars @sebsxphia @therebeccaw @gretagerwigsmuse @novagreen04 @shanimallina87

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fic

[docmedecal]

Hi~! Long post inc (or above, I haven't uploaded things on Tumblr in ages) I'm Kassandra (or Kas or whatever just don't call me late for dinner haha) and today was the one year anniversary of the medical side of finding myself (and everything else that's come with it) 2023 had so many challenging moments, but it was also the happiest year of my life and greatest time for my own personal growth and well being. I started HRT on Jan 18th 2023 (after a long internal battle with acceptance that sometimes spilled out into external conflict) and I have loved every day since. That's not to say there wasn't struggles with it, the couple months of feeling plateau'd, finding out my blood work wasn't hitting the desired marks and then finding out months later I was at the upper end of the hormone range and my levels were all great, and learning how to express myself confidently (therapy helps a lot too!) The past year has been a lot of trial and error (and lots of Amazon/Romwe crap clothes) to find my sense of self and how I wanted to express myself. I also had a lot of help from the loveliest person I know (more on them later though hehe~) and I've finally been able to be that person I always would daydream about being all throughout my life but never had the courage (or means) to do and be. I've learned that a lot of the "scariness" in the world that being semi-professionally terminally online would show me, while valid, was not the reality of things that I would face. I've dealt with conflict around my transition, as nearly all trans people do, like having to break ties with one of my closest friends of 14 years because he stated I was an "abomination" among other things. But I also found love and acceptance among many of my closest friends especially in my best friend who most likely couldn't tell you what any given letter in the alphabet soup is but supports me fully and talks with me daily. Surprising most of all is the middle aged women that come up to me every few times I leave the house and compliment my outfits (a shock from the assumption that I would face a slew of TERFs on the daily from any Reddit thread) and the neighbors of the home I moved into who have treated me as a women in every interaction. It's been a long journey from being a small kid sneaking into heels when my parents were gone to being in my Sophomore year of high school and seeing Against Me! where my dad explained to me that the singer had transitioned and I was shocked that was an option to the first appointment at my local Planned Parenthood so anxious about the blood draw that was the smoothest I'd ever experienced to the first little blue fem 'n m I took to the one I took a few hours before writing this. And I know that even if the rest of the journey is filled with highs and lows, I will love every second of living my life as the person I've always wanted to be.

2023 was also the year of reconnecting with an old friend @arrogantmrcnry (over a Tinder joke profile of all things) and having friendship transition (hah) into them being the best partner in the world and love of my life. Whenever my transition comes up, they tell me how proud they are of me and I tell them that I couldn't have done all of this (to the extent I have) without them always being there to support and love me I have had some of the happiest celebrations and holidays with them at my side this past year and gone on so many little adventures (and many more to go) There isn't a single person in this entire universe that I would have rather started this journey with. They always know how to tell what I'm feeling and exactly what to say to make my day better. Even if we'll eventually stop communicating verbally since we seem to make the same damn jokes in unison always haha. We've kept each other sane through moving in together and fixing up our home, yoinking a street cat together, and the general highs and lows of life. You are the greatest partner I could have ever hoped for and I'm so elated to one day be your wife 🖤

The Pre-E but not yet Post E-Girl Era (back when I used a foundation that gave me super bad breakouts) Still some of my most fun makeup sessions besides the ones with @arrogantmrcnry also let the love of my life pierce my nose so I could stop using $2 fakes that always fell out while taking pics 😂

Some extras I didn't really know where to place but more snapshots of the year (also the best son and street muskrat anyone could wish for!)

For 2024, I've set some transition goals to start getting laser on my face (one of my last real anxieties looking in the mirror) and work on some slight voice training so I can fully utilize and embrace my deeper voice in a more femme manner. I know that this will be another amazing year of learning to be me and love life~

#me #sap #transgender

[pyonzzz]

Himemayo.... Spare some talk about himemayo.... Please Robin? .... Pretty please?

okay no but i need a read more for this ww

okok so listen to me . himeru and mayoi they/it ( sometimes he ) solidarity . crazy amagi unitmate solidarity . they start bonding over being the reserved secret havers of their unit and they get closer naturally

at first its just a " were only spending time together as a way to destress because being with someone low energy makes me feel better " but i think himeru starts falling first . can you blame them honestly

i havent thought too much about how they get together because my specialty is making love languages for my faves and writing intimacy because im a hopeless romantic but i do think that himerus confession happened because mayoi went on one of its rambles about being disgusting scum and himeru shut it up by kissing them and just " himeru is disgusting , too " because . bonking their heads together go to therapy

himeru prefers to show their affection in private which works perfectly with mayois fear of being perceived , and we know mayoi is kinda cuddly itself , so i can see them just sitting in one of the secret rooms mayoi knows of in silence as mayoi sits in himerus lap and they just cuddle and enjoy each other . theyre definitely the type of couple who does their own thing while together because they just love to spend time together

( also their cuddle sessions can last hours because both of them are the type to never want to let someone go out of fear theyll never come back )

also because i own happyele i think this is their body type comparison and i want you all to know this is a major reason i need them to be together

thank you for listening im an absolute wreck and i want mayoi to be a squirmy mess as himeru kisses from its hands to its lips as they mumble compliments against mayois skin because while also being a silent cuddly giant i think theyre also the smoothest person alive without trying himeru im single my dms are open himeru do you hear me hIME— *shot

#ash tag #himemayo #im scared to put this in main tags #challenge take a shot whenever you can tell im projecting ( you will die of alcohol poisioning ) #NOTE IGNORE THE CM ON MAYOIS SIDE I WROTE THE WRONG NUMBER ???? HELP

[gisellelx]

I absolutely adore Ordinary Time--frankly to my own surprise -- Twi-world without Bella and Esme!?!? And yet--its outstanding.

I'd like to hear a bit about Charlie in this world. Do they keep in touch with him. How did they (assuming they did) keep Renesme and him in touch? I would expect E and C to take the poor man's feelings into consideration as he lost his only child and then his granddaughter appears to have been somewhat removed from him in this universe.

Thanks kindly!

This made my month! Honestly Ordinary Time/Kairos is the fic I most write for me--it's just me revisiting one of my favorite incarnations of these characters, kind of when I feel like it, and loosely in line with another thing I enjoy, which is being a SCOTUS wonk. When I started writing Twific so many years ago now, I was living in Washington and it's hard not to get swept up into at least some of the discourse around the political scene when your commute gets disrupted by the vice president's motorcade every day. It's just part of your life. So I am always truly tickled pink that other people want to read about this thing that is basically me just splashing around in the water with my favorite vampires and my favorite topics.

And this is a great question! One which I have not needed to fully flesh out yet just because the fic itself is such short snippets of life and so I haven't put it in.

But yes, Renesmee would absolutely be in touch with Charlie in this story. I've chosen (even though I don't love it!) to follow SMeyer's intention with the imprint and that means that she is spending no small amount of time with the tribe. Her choice to go back to Washington state for medical school also puts her closer to that part of her life.

How I would bet it plays out--during her childhood, she spent time with Charlie the way Bella did; a few weeks at a time in the summers. In the Kairos universe Carlisle and Edward have gotten a lot wiser to the impact of their presence on the tribe; in the most recent chapter they decide to stay south of San Francisco to stay not only off Quileute lands but off all Salish lands altogether. So I don't think they go to Forks for more than just an afternoon here and there. But they trust Sue and they like Charlie, and letting Rene spend time with him also gives them some—ahem—alone time.

Does Charlie spend a lot of time with them? Probably not, for a couple reasons. One, no matter how you slice it, Edward was the beginning of the downward spiral that led to Charlie losing Bella several times over. That's not something that's easy to work through, and no matter how much he wants to, he's married to a chief elder of the tribe and knows a lot more about them than he ever wanted to. It’s not easy for him to not be mad; it’s not easy for Edward to accept forgiveness anyway. So theirs is not the smoothest of relationships.

And two, let's face it, Carlisle/Edward in this scenario is...difficult. One thing I'm trying not to do in this AU is make it like everyone just went, "Oh okay I guess they should get their HEA," or that they went "Yeah everything about who we were to each other before is just gone, let's fuck." Their relationship here exists in this very both/and kind of state that not everyone is equally comfortable with (and that they are not always completely comfortable with!)

Charlie, being a native of the very, very small Forks, WA, probably took a long time to get around to, "Oh okay, I know gay people and they are okay people" and so quickly extending that still nascent acceptance to "My daughter's widower is now partnered to the guy I knew as his dad" is likely just...hard. So they keep it cordial and superficial, and Renesmee has her own special relationship with Charlie that doesn't have much to do with her dads and that works well for all of them. He was there at her graduations; he’ll be there at her wedding. Forks is an important place to her because it was where her mom lived, and she enjoys exploring it and hiking there and sitting in a fishing boat there and eating at its quirky handful of restaurants much more than Bella ever did. And she gets to learn all sorts of things about her mom that Edward never had time to learn, so she loves spending time with him.

And despite the general “this is weird”ness of their relationship, my other post-saga Charlie-Carlisle headcanon holds in this universe, too: that occasionally, while Rene is up visiting Jake, Carlisle comes over to watch football or baseball and Charlie enjoys finally having a son in law who cares as much as he does about ball games.

Thank you for the compliment and the ask! Might be a good chapter to add to “Always,” we’ll see.

#kairos au #ordinary time #twilight #twilight fanfiction #carlisle x edward #asks

[crackonhq]

SMS ⏩ ROMI: islanders, please gather around the fire pit to recouple. #snapdecision #pickitandstickwithit

on night 25, all of the islanders are called to the firepit for a surprise recoupling, but before it can begin, nana announces her intent to leave the island.

all of the islanders stand around the fire pit, waiting for their phones to chime : currently, rhys and dylan are coupled up, but called things off due to poor communication. kenny and callie are together, but callie’s been vibing with new girl frankie. marcus and romi are the villa’s longest running solid couple, but have been talking about a break in lieu of her meddling ex. naomi and josh were…fun to watch on tv, but their latest volatile argument sent them into other arms. maddox and jenny are currently coupled and would make beautiful babies, but were doomed to fail the moment josh became a free agent. or probably even before that. bash, seb, dejan, maxwell, and frankie are all currently single. basically, everything is a fucking mess.

rhys is called up first.

“there's something about this person that feels like touching sunshine and i'm really looking forward to getting to know them better. i think we have a lot in common and i'd love to see where things can go,” he says, a nod following the sentiment. “so, the person i’d like to couple up with is . . . bash.”

bash gets up to join rhys and they sit together by the firepit.

josh’s phone rings out next with a text. he addresses the group.

“i would like to couple up with this girl because from day one, she's always been incredibly transparent with her feelings, something i'm not really used to,” he says. “i've made a lot of mistakes when it comes to her, but she's been nothing but understanding and supportive, which is a welcome change of pace. i'm looking forward to spending more time with her, and giving her the attention that i feel like i've been getting from her this whole time. plus, it'll be nice to no longer have to cuddle on the couch.” he smiles across the firepit at a certain blonde, considering it’s pretty obvious who he’s been talking about since the first word of his speech. “the person i’d like to couple up with is jenny.”

jenny goes to join josh at the firepit.

the next text to ring out comes from marcus’s phone. marcus shifts awkwardly, looks out among the rest of the islanders standing at the firepit.

“​things haven't been the smoothest these past few days but this person is still who i have the strongest connection with and i don't think our journey just ends here,” he says. “so, the person i want to couple up with is romi.”

romi looks uncomfortable as she steps forward to join marcus around the firepit and the entire thing is just super awkward.

naomi’s phone rings out next and she stands up with confidence, grinning at dylan from across the firepit.

“it’s been a crazy few days, but through all the ups and downs, this person continues to show me that they think highly of me, and they’ve always gone out of their way to check up on me after a rough time. they make it so easy to forget all the other bullshit – and not just because of how distracted i am by how gorgeous they are, though that’s definitely part of it,” she cringes at herself playfully, scrunching her nose with a laugh. “he’s fun and sweet and i can’t wait to go to bed in his arms tonight, so the person i’d like to couple up with is dylan.”

dylan goes to join naomi by the firepit.

the next person called up to the firepit is maxwell, almost-permanent smirk etched on to his features as he addresses the group.

“i wanna couple with this guy because he’s the homie. i like a toxic bitch, what can i say?” he offers with a lazy shrug. “the person i want to couple up with is dejan.”

the next person called up is frankie.

“i want to couple up with this person because i honestly don't think i've ever had the kind of chemistry i have with them with anyone else. it's only been like, what? two days! oh my god, two days. but i already feel like we just *get* each other,” she says. “they were the first person i met coming into this experience and they made me feel so comfortable from the start. i'm excited to keep getting to know this person and seeing where things go. so the person i want to couple up with is callie.”

callie goes to join frankie by the firepit.

left standing are sebastien, maddox and kenny.

sebastien’s phone rings.

 “i would like to couple with this person because i miss sharing a bed with them,” he says, making his choice obvious. “even though there are people i would like to sleep with more, i suppose i can only say long live the queen. the person i want to couple up with is maddox.”

kenny is the last person left standing at the fire pit.

SMS ⏩ KENNY: kenny, as you failed to couple up, please pack your bags and say your goodbyes. a car for you and nana will be waiting for you out front. #farewelltour

OOC INFO:

the recoupling happens just before bed on night 25. feel free to place your threads any time from night 25 through day 26.

information about an event/party on the evening + night of day 26 will be coming tomorrow !!

#week 4 #crackon:coupling

[motownfiction]

building a snowman

Michael takes his time packing the snow between his gloves. He doesn’t think a snowman should be made from lumpy snow. He wants every dimension to be exact, to be perfect, to be right. He molds another piece in his hands with laser focus and precision. Rosemary begs him to get a move on, but Michael knows better. She loves the smoothest snow, too, same as she always does.

This year is the fourteenth that Michael and Rosemary have spent building a snowman together. Before, Michael spent his winter days building snowmen with Dad, but once Rosemary got to be about three, it became a job for the world’s best brother and sister. They expected Billy to join in the process when he turned three more than a decade ago. As it turned out, he was much more interested in making maple taffy and ice cream from fresh snow. In fairness, Billy’s snow-based treats always come out a little better than Michael and Rosemary’s snowmen.

This year, though, it has to be different. It’s the 2012 Christmas season, and it’s one that the entire DeLuca family has been dreading for a long, long time. For one thing, it’s Rosemary’s senior year of high school. For another, it’s Michael’s senior year of college, and by next Christmas, he might be moved out of the house. And for another … well, they can barely stand to think about that. It’s so much easier to think about other things.

Michael hands Rosemary another perfect snowball to start building the snowman’s eyes. She examines it carefully.

“It seems bigger than it should be,” she says.

“You’re smaller than you should be,” Michael fires back. “You think you would have gotten at least some of Mom’s height.”

“You’d think, but I guess it all went to you.”

Michael straightens his spine. At five-foot-ten, he’s not the tallest guy he knows. But he’s taller than his father, and somehow, that seems to matter.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know,” he says. “Anyway, that snowball is perfect, and you know it. You’re just trying to give me shit.”

“I know,” Rosemary says. “Isn’t it so much fun?”

Michael rolls his eyes. He begins to form another snowball for the other eye. Apart from their final finishing touch, tucked away in his backpack on the ground with him, the snowman is almost done. He’s not sure he’d call it bittersweet, but if he were a more poetic man, he would certainly call it something.

“You’re full of shit,” Michael says.

“Don’t make me talk like Peewee Herman,” Rosemary says.

Michael rolls his eyes and continues to roll the snowball. When it’s done and perfect, he hands it to Rosemary, who knows exactly what to do. Michael smiles. He likes to give Rosemary a lot of shit for her improvising, but sometimes, she knows exactly how to feel something – right there, in the moment. It’s one of the things she’s best at. It’s one of the reasons Michael is secretly glad she’s his sister and not someone else – not someone who sucks.

“There,” Rosemary says. “Should we put the last touch on?”

“I think we have to,” Michael says.

“Yeah. Well, uh … can you get it out?”

Michael nods and reaches into his backpack. It doesn’t take long for him to pull out a large t-shirt, printed like the cover of Jazz, the Queen album. Steph gave it to him at the store for free a couple of weeks ago – figured he or somebody in his house could make the right use of it. Rosemary smiles when she sees it, and Michael knows why. It’s the perfect look.

“OK,” Michael says. “If I’m gonna put this on, I’m gonna need your help.”

“On it,” Rosemary says. “Mostly because I don’t want you taking all the credit.”

Michael sighs, just a little exasperated. Rosemary dresses the snowman in the old t-shirt, and after a minute, she takes a step back and looks. They both do.

On Christmas, it will be ten years since Sam died in that car accident. Ten years since the DeLuca kids lost their favorite uncle. Ten years since all of their lives ground to a halt. Ten years of trying to get the wheels turning again.

And so, this is no snowman.

It’s the world’s first and greatest Snow Sam.

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[orphancookie69]

Now Traveling: Lake Havasu City, AZ

dIt has been a minute and its been busy. I did not make it to NV this year, and I am sadder than words can truly express for that. But thankfully there is Havasu! A home away from home, where there is a family home. Who went? A full car! Me, Sister, Cousin, Grandma, and Cousin’s Pet! 

8/28 Sunday: We left early, and it was the smoothest quickest time getting there like ever. I think we made it in like less than four hours, not that much speeding? Pretty damn good timing. We got snacks from the local grocery store and had early dinner at Shrugues. We went back to the condo with our local friends and played Farkle. We made plans to get all of our hair done the next day at Secrets of Beauty Salon! 

8/29 Monday: So we spent most of the day at the salon, Secrets of Beauty, with our beloved Brandie!  In between all of us, us girls helped out at the salon. I love being a part of the ever changing salon. Brandie took down one of her seats, planning to run the shop alone and turn it into a mini boutique. YAS! For lunch, we ate a new place for lunch, Red Baron next door was closed, and it was called Cha-Bones. We split some appetizers and they were good, its very fusion wanting to be mexican place? We had dinner at Azul Agave,mmmmm, so damn good. 

8/30 Tuesday: We had breakfast at Makai’s this morning, it was good but too much food. We checked out the Harley store to see if they had any good shirts, fail on that. The other store next to Makais always has something for us, this time we got Woodzee glasses. Really neat recycled glasses with excellent lenses. Have I mentioned the weather at all? If I have not, I don’t know how. IT WAS SO HOT. Like the worst day on the trip was only 111 deg....ONLY. A couple of movies got watched, most of the movies I thought were meh. The one that was really good was the one about the 13 kids stuck in a cave and rescued, its called 13 lives on Amazon Prime-highly worth watching. Dinner was so good. So much food. Worth the weight gain. Everyone came back for more farkle and that was the last we saw of our local friends, for this trip. 

8/31 Wednesday: No real plans this morning, after having Angelinas...it was hard to imagine breakfast. We ended up having a late breakfast at IHOP. It was not bad, not many places have lingon berry waffles. Bet you have never heard of that berry huh? The food did not sit well with me but Grandma was happy. We watched most of season four of Virgin River on Netflix. I got hooked on the show now, thanks grandma. We had The Chair for dinner, catering to one gluten free member of the group is rough sometimes. It was not good, in my opinion, and not worth the money. I don’t want to go back there if I can help it. The city was in general kind of dead? 

9/1 Thursday: Went to bed early the day before, up early the going home day. We made great time in general, and it was a lovely drive up until the Cajon Pass and everywhere in between until we got home. I don’t understand people, there was no accidents, and traffic would be bad in some places and then not-like people forgot how to drive and then remembered a couple miles down? Oh well, it means we have to leave earlier next time. 

Mostly good trip, it was my first time going with my cousin and sister. Previously I had only gone with my cousin or my sister. I love going with my sister, but I think moving forward I will let my cousin stay behind, no offense cousin. I also was talking with my sister, and we thought it might be fun next time to spend a day in our other friends shop, he runs a pet supply store called-4 Paws Food and Treats. If you see Mike in there, tell him Ashlie sent you to say Hi! Until next time, havasunians!  

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[ear-worthy]

True-Crime; Celebrity Invasion; Extremism: What’s Happening To Podcasting?

The number of functioning, active podcasts is as hard to pin down as the number of upcoming podcasts that Spotify has announced and actually has plans to produce. Essentially, it’s a crap shoot, to borrow a gambling term.

With so many podcasts actively producing and releasing episodes, a listener would assume that there are an endless supply of topics available for any enterprising future podcaster to explore.

Unfortunately, that’s not true. Why?

Because, too many podcasters — mostly podcast networks — are following the TV programming model of chasing whatever topic is popular at the time.

So let’s look at a few overexposed podcast topics, and also seek out areas that have not been explored in depth in podcasting.

To make this a positive experience, I am designating an award to the podcast topics that are the most overexposed. These awards are called, “The Overusees.”

In first place in “The Overusees” is true-crime. The only people happy about the rising crime rate since the pandemic are true-crime podcasters. It just gives them more material. Sarah Koenig’s Serial was truly a revelation and seismic shift in the trajectory of podcasting as an industry. Serial brought podcasting out of its nerd shadows and into the mainstream.

But now, true-crime podcasts replicate themselves like germs in a petri dish (or, as Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene says, “peach tree dish”). Every week in podcasting, a new true-crime podcast is released with much fanfare. Don’t get me wrong. There are a multitude of terrific true-crime podcasts. The Murder Sheet is one of my favorites.

Dead End is a recent true-crime podcast by WNYC New York Public Radio about a prominent, politically connected married couple in New Jersey whose death was classified as a murder-suicide, but the podcast, bolstered by investigative work of the couple’s son, has generated a new investigation by the New Jersey Attorney General.

In general, true-crime is a podcast genre with a lot of terrific content. True-crime in all media has exposed the flawed nature of police and prosecutorial processes much too often. As a result, innocent people are charged and jailed. Further, true-crime has revealed an open secret — that is, minorities experience a different (much worse) justice system with horribly unjust outcomes.

So, yes, there is a lot of quality in true-crime podcasting. But even the smoothest, richest piece of New York cheesecake can be too much of a good thing when you dive in for seconds.

In recent years, true-crime podcasters have been falling over one another to report on the same crimes. Predictably, bad stuff has happened. Plagiarism has been an ongoing issue with a few of these podcasts. Ashley Flowers of the Crime Junkie podcast has survived multiple charges of plagiarism by the media via Variety, The New York Times and Indianapolis Monthly, and numerous other podcasters.

We give Ms. Flowers no pass on this, but doesn’t the ballooning number of true-crime podcasts lead to an environment where plagiarism can take root and prosper?

While podcasting swims in the shark-infested waters of sensationalizing actual crimes, the industry has practically ignored podcasts about the more important, albeit more academic, questions about crime. What are the root causes of crime? How to best tackle crime? Too academic? Does community policing work? Do community affairs programs work? Help me out here. Where are these podcasts? I know they’re out there. They need more oxygen.

Last year, Gimlet / Spotify released Stolen: The Search For Jermain podcast, which focuses on the case of a missing Indigenous woman, Jermain Charlo, in Montana, who was out one evening at a bar in Missoula and never made it home. Over the course of eight episodes, podcast host Connie Walker was on the ground in real time tracking down leads through the dense mountains of the Flathead Reservation, all while examining what it means to be an Indigenous woman in America, as Jermain was.

According to U.S. crime statistics, Native American women are more than twice as likely to experience violence than any other demographic. One in three Native women is sexually assaulted during her life, and 67 percent of these assaults are perpetrated by non-Natives.

Podcast host Connie Walker, who is Cree from Okanese First Nation in Canada, has made it her life’s work as a journalist to tell the stories of missing and murdered Indigenous women.

Last month, Gimlet / Spotify announced that Connie Walker is back with an all new Spotify-Gimlet podcast, Stolen: Surviving St. Michaels, which premiered May 17.

Where are those shows? Is Walker the only one?

Where are the podcasts about Homelessness? Housing crisis? Redlining?

Where are these podcasts? Not just an episode or two, but podcasts dedicated to these topics.

How about business crime? The Dropout by ABC Audio covered known sociopath Elizabeth Holmes, and it was an excellent show. But look at all the other corporate perps out there. The rogue’s gallery of corporate malefactors is long and overdue for more exposure. Every coal company, Wells Fargo, Exxon, Mylan (who makes EpiPen), BP Deepwater Horizon, Volswagen, Spirit Airlines (how many times can they cancel my flight?), and Amazon (employees aren’t robots). Where are those podcasts?

Thankfully, we have podcast journalist Amy Westervelt, who is on a crusade to explain in clear, vivid language the misdeeds and machinations of oil companies in facilitating climate change and then covering their tracks.

Westervelt is one of the most prominent and prolific reporters revealing spin and lies from oil companies in articles (see her recent work in The Guardian) and several hit podcasts, including Drilled, a podcast about climate change, currently airing its sixth season, about “New Climate Villains.”

Damages, her newest show, dives deep into climate lawsuits around the world. Why are some countries declaring “ecocide” a crime? How can wild rice sue someone?

Rigged, her podcast exploring the history of disinformation, launched last fall, with season two coming later this year.

You can listen to these podcasts here.

Where are the other crusading podcast journalists, exposing corporate malfeasance and all-around capitalistic douchebag-ery?

The next winner of “The Overusees” is celebrity / interview podcasts. Much like daytime TV, these “talk” shows have proliferated with a vicious fury. On the surface, podcasting being a audio medium, interview shows seem like the key that fits every lock.

Most of these podcasts follow an all-too-familiar pattern. A social media personality — typically with a partner — blabber on about pop culture, sex, overshare about their personal relationships and lamely attempt to brand their lifestyle, so the listeners will emulate it and purchase the appropriately positioned products.

By contrast, TV celebrities seem to want to clone Marc Maron’s WTF podcast and interview their circle of friends in some room of their massive home. However, they often lack Maron’s delicious caustic wit, so consequently, these podcasts have a daytime TV ambiance with all the accompanying self-revelatory schlock and empty-headed prattling.

Of course, with the tremendous success of Joe Rogan, it was inevitable that the copycats would sniff around the litter box. Rogan has probably forced enough people to eat lizard feces on Fear Factor for a lifetime. To his credit, he was able to launch a second career by identifying an audience — white men 21–40 years old — and has performed like a maestro for his listener base year after year to the delight of young men who feel slighted because they don’t get to exercise their “unlimited” masculinity, and are so thin-skinned that any criticism of them becomes a conspiratorial cancel culture coup. Don’t think a comedian is funny? That’s cancel culture, they scream.

Too many new interview podcasts try to “Roganize” their persona, content, and interview style, but too often end up sounding like middle school boys telling poop jokes, aggrieved underachievers, or affixing blame to any group who is working harder and smarter than them. For all of his rhetorical blemishes, Joe Rogan is immensely successful. He deserves that credit. But we do not need 50 more Rogan-clones in podcasting.

Some terrific interview podcasts that want listeners to think and not throw a tantrum include People (I Mostly) Admire with economist Steve Levitt, where he can talk intelligently with people about nuclear weapons, the origin of the word motherf*cker, and a different way to think about dying.

A newer podcast called Very Serious has Josh Barro — formerly the host of Left Right & Center — interview serious and insightful folks on issues such as responding to the energy crisis, bad COVID predictions, and the future of the media.

These shows search for insights, not indignation and incendiary finger-pointing. On these shows, every societal problem does not have a villian whose lifestyle you happen to not agree with.

Third prize for “The Overusees” goes to the fringy shows that have begun to show up in podcast feeds. Regardless of political affiliation, podcasts that call for armed revolt, feign supremacy over another race of group of people, focus on grievances not solutions, and conspiracy theories that also involve testicle tanning, should return to the sanctity of their parents’ basement.

When practically no one was listening, podcasting began as a grass-roots movement with everyday people broadcasting about their passions, hobbies, curiousities and areas of expertise. There are now crevasses in podcasting where hate, demonizing and blaming others for their shitty life, and an almost comical defense mechanism to hide behind “religious beliefs” has tinged too much of what podcasting has to offer.

By contrast, there’s a podcast Called Good Black News about contributions of black people that is positive, informative and uplifting. There’s a podcast from New Hampshire called The Purple Principle, whose goal is to re-kindle a spirit of cooperation, moderation and compromise in our nation. There’s a long-running show called Freakonomics Radio where the show regularly explodes preconceived notions, conformation bias and conventional wisdom. While Fox News tells its viewers exactly what they want to hear, Freakonomics Radio does the opposite. Everything you thought you knew could be wrong. So refreshing!

In essence, this show — week in and week out — helps listeners question their most cherished beliefs. By contrast, these hate-filled podcasts simply spew out content sprinkled with arrogant self-righteousness that wants listeners to think, “I’m right. they just told me I’m right.”

Finally, I recommend balance in podcast listening. Check out KCRW’s Left Right & Center. The show is tagged as a “civilized yet provocative debate.” If you’re a conservative, you have a voice via the right-leaning guest, who will defend new election laws, the second amendment, and laws that ban abortion. If you’re more progressive, your person is also there for you, who is pro-choice, supports gun safety, and racial justice. And if you, like many of us, find that we have opinions that transcend strict political idealoogy, there is the moderator who is the center. We are the people who want government to work for all of us, not just the rich, entitled, and connected.

Unlike other media like TV, radio and music, podcasting has a much more decentralized libertarian infrastructure. That’s good. But for those of us who love podcasting, let’s be there to protect it.

Let’s not allow podcasting to turn into a 24-hour version of HLN’s Forensic Files. Let’s not allow podcasting to devolve into an endless array of quasi-celebrities (TV, film, music, social media) flooding the zone with interview shows so that podcasting mimics TV daytime talk shows. TV can keep The View, The Chew, and others. I’ll take This American Life, Ear Hustle, Larry Wilmore: Black on The Air, and others.

Finally, podcasting needs a precarious balance of freedom of speech and responsible content without descending into the hell of white supremacy, democracy deniers, and culture wars. For example, in late May, Secretary of the Massachusetts commonwealth candidate Rayla Campbell told GOP convention-goers that five-year-old students are taught they can perform oral sex acts on one another.

Republican candidate for Massachusetts governor Geoff Diehl repudiated the sexually explicit and false comments made by Campbell during that same Republican convention, where he secured his party’s endorsement. Campbell offered no evidence for her wild accusation.

Yet, Campbell’s charge was treated as true and reported in several podcasts as accurate without any vetting at all. It’s the new strategy to fire up voters. Just make up the wildest shit possible that you know your base will believe — because they desperately want to — and put it in the media. If it’s fact-checked as false, then just scream “fake news.”

As a long-time podcasting fan and advocate, I just believe that podcasting is better than other media. It can avoid the “fact-free zone” of reporting.

To summarize, podcasting should not become a rogue’s gallery of true-crime lurid tales, a media purgatory for celebrities whose TV show was canceled ten years ago, and a dumping ground for every nutball with a microphone and Audacity who launches a podcast about their latest pet conspiracy theories, such as “woke” crop circles, testosterone loss caused by being a decent human being, pedophiles delivering pizzas with extra cheese that turns people gay, and millions of mail-in ballots cast for Trump in the last election that have been buried under the Lincoln Memorial. The combination to that vault, for those who need to know, is, of course, 666.

NOTE: Try EarBuds Podcast Collective for its extensive and unique podcast recommendations to find podcasts with topics often ignored.

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[lenreli]

Merlin being smooth vs Arthur trying to be smooth

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[writing-yj]

Date Night with Dick Grayson/Nightwing Headcannons

Anon: Date Night with Nightwing headcanons?? 🤔 -Lt. 🎀

A/n: Bruh it’s probably been over a year since I last posted content, I am so sorry, fingers crossed I haven’t gotten rusty. Adult life (primarily college, my job, etc.) has had a solid grip ever since I graduated. Anywho, I hope you like it, my Lieutenant Bow! Apologies if this isn’t very long and for any typos, I am absolutely blazed right now.

This man knows what he’s doing when it comes to date nights. Surely we are all aware that Dick is experienced with such matters, and one of the smoothest men you could come across.

You are his woman, his other half! Dick is gonna spoil you rotten and make sure you’re happy to the best of his ability.

-At first, it took a while to split his time between you, his job, and his hero life in a way that made you both happy. Up until that happened, the lack of balanced time management caused a small handful of fights.

A date night with Nightwing always depends on what the occasion/reason is, it’s purely circumstantial 

Like, if he has the time, he’ll set up a super romantic dinner in y’all’s apartment or a romantic location elsewhere

-Such locations include fancy restaurants that Bruce recommends (usually takes a couple attempts for him to provide options that are within your budget), a picnic, a drive-in movie theatre, and so on.

-A romantic dinner at home consists of lit candles on the dinner table, beautiful fresh flowers in a vase, sometimes a tasteful amount of rose petals scattered on the bed table, all topped off with your favorite meal and dessert.

-But Dick avoids cooking the food himself. By no means is he an absolutely terrible cook, but what is terrible is his luck at successfully cooking your favorite dishes. The reason is beyond him. It’s always a toss up. Will he make it beyond perfectly? Will he almost burn down the building? Dick never knows until he’s done, so he decided to have Alfred visit and help him when possible.

-Dick thinks he’s being sneaky and that you don’t know Alfred takes over the cooking almost completely helps out, but you found out soon after it started,,, not that you’d tell him, of course; it’s cute when he thinks he has proficiency in stealth.

If he has less time to organize a date, he’ll take you up onto a rooftop as Nightwing to eat food or stargaze there, or sit with you in your car in a fast food restaurant parking lot at the very late hours of the night, munching on fast food, radio on, and holding hands.

-It’s pretty common for you two to playfully bicker over what genre of music to put on the radio

-There was one time when a thug knocked on your window with a gun in his hand and attempted to steal your car. Obviously, that attempt did not end well for him. No one fives with dates Dick goes on with you, and he lives by that.

-Moving to the backseat is often on the agenda ;)

There are times when you surprise Dick with a date instead of him organizing one, and of course you cover the bill for the date just as often as he does, but he prefers to be the one taking you out on a date night.

-This is likely because of the stigma/society’s standards of date etiquette and who pays/organizes what, but it also circles back to how he likes spoiling you.

The most common date you set up for him is when he has a bad day at work or a bad mission. It’ll be a nice, cozy movie night at home on the couch or in a pillow/couch cushion fort, expertly built by you with your own hands and two brain cells.

-That kind of date is Dick’s favorite. He doesn’t expect you to take him out on extravagant dates like he does his best to do, and the fact that you do it to comfort him and help him after an awful day means the world to him. Especially when you make a pillow fort for him.

-But it took some YouTube tutorials and WikiHow articles for your first few attempts.

Overall, you can expect for any date night with Dick Grayson to be the ideal date night.

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[genshin-impact-writings]

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Prompts: fluff, fake dating, “You’re not wearing that, are you?” + “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

Be mine – Tartaglia x gn!reader (fake dating!AU, fluff)

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”

With furrowed brows, you looked at Tartaglia. He was standing behind you, watching you as you turned in front of the mirror to get a better look at your outfit. “Why?” you asked, a hint of confusion echoing in your voice. “Is there something wrong? Is it too much?”

“No,” he replied, and a smile flashed over his face as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he added, “It makes you look even prettier than you already are, to be honest. Everyone’s going to stare at you.” He nuzzled your cheek. “And I’m not sure if I like that thought.”

You felt your face growing hot at his words and tried to wriggle out of his hug. “Stop that,” you said with a sheepish grin. “No one’s here, there’s no need to act like we’re a couple.”

Tartaglia hummed in response and took a step back after releasing you from his hug, although he couldn’t deny that your words hurt him more than he liked to admit. He knew that you were right – the two of you weren’t really dating, after all. It was just a show you put on to stop your friends from constantly pestering you to finally find yourself a boyfriend. When you had asked him to pretend to be in a relationship with you for a while, Tartaglia hadn’t hesitated to help you. Up to this day, he hadn’t regretted it – well, a bit, maybe.

At first, it had been nothing more than a game and a secret the two of you shared – something that never failed to make you laugh when your friends weren’t around. But as the weeks passed, things had… changed. At least for him.

He had no idea how you felt about the whole situation, though. If you still thought about him as a friend or if his constant flirting did have some kind of effect on you… if you maybe had developed real, genuine feelings for him too. It was foolish, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but hold on to that thought whenever he saw you.

You watched him in the mirror, the way he stared into the distance absent-mindedly, his pretty blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He often had that look on his face when he thought you weren’t noticing it but whenever you brought the topic up, he always told you that you were imagining things before he quickly changed the subject.

That didn’t stop you from asking, though. You turned around to face him, your left arm slightly outstretched, almost as if your body couldn’t decide if you wanted to reach out for him or not. “Hey,” you said, your voice a lot softer than you initially intended. “What’s wrong?”

It was fascinating to see how his facial expression changed almost immediately, how he put on a smile that could have fooled anyone but you. “I was just thinking that you’re right,” he replied and shrugged. “About us, I mean. We’re not a couple when your friends aren’t around, and I’m sorry if my actions made you feel uncomfortable.”

You let out a surprised laugh. “What made you think I was uncomfortable? I just – I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say that there’s no need to pretend anything when we’re alone. It’s not necessary and I don’t want to bother you. Um…” You shook your head, annoyed by your own stammering. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. That’s what I was trying to say.”

You watched as his smile slowly transformed into a more honest one, and suddenly, there was this warm feeling welling up inside you again. It had happened a few times already, mostly when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen or when he hugged you like he had done earlier but you had never bothered yourself with thinking about it. After all, he only acted like that because you had an agreement with each other, not because he actually cared about you… at least not in that way.

And it was fine, although you couldn’t deny that a part of you had always wondered what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him. He could be reckless and even kind of belligerent sometimes, yes, but when he was with you, he seemed to be a completely different man – caring and considerate, always trying his best to make you smile when you were upset or sad. He was your best friend, the one you could always rely on, no matter what happened.

And sometimes, just like in this moment, he was the one who made your heart skip a beat without even knowing it.

“We should go,” you said, shaking your head once again to get rid of the confusing thoughts that had come to your mind. “The others are probably already waiting for us.”

*

On your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking about something your best friend had said to you. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if they secretly knew that your relationship with Tartaglia wasn’t real but since you didn’t want to risk anything, you had decided to let sleeping dogs lie a while ago. Maybe they didn’t know it, anyway but something about the way they looked at you when they told you how happy you could be to have someone like him in your life, had suggested that they were well aware of your fake dating. “If you weren’t so cute together, I would be so jealous, really,” they had added with a grin, darting a glance at Tartaglia who had been joking around with one of your other friends at this point. “He’s awesome, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up, okay?”

The words were still echoing in your mind. How could you mess it up if everything wasn’t even real? Of course you knew what they were trying to say but at some point, you would have no other choice than messing everything up because you either had to tell your friends toe truth or act like you and Tartaglia had broken up. You couldn’t force him to play along forever, after all.

Sooner or later, he would find someone and fall in love for real, and then you would have to let him go, no matter how awful it felt to imagine him being with someone else. The thought hurt – and at the same time, it made you absolutely furious.

You stopped in your tracks, confused by the sudden anger that welled up inside of you when you thought about Tartaglia’s hypothetical future partner. Just because he would start to date someone, you definitely weren’t going to lose him; he would still be your friend. The only thing that would change was the fact that he would no longer act like he was head over heels in love with you.

And that was the moment it finally hit you.

The problem wasn’t that you were afraid of losing your friend. The problem was that you didn’t want him to fall in love with someone else – you wanted him to love you, actually love you, not just pretending like he had done for the past couple of weeks.

It was absolutely crazy, you knew that. He had agreed to fool your friends with you for a while because he thought it sounded like fun but actually developing feelings for each other hadn’t been a part of the deal. It had been completely out of the question, even.

Heck, why did everything have to become so complicated all of a sudden? Why did you have to fall for him? Everything he did, every hug, every kiss… all of that was part of your charade. He didn’t do it because he had romantic feelings for you.

Right?

You couldn’t help but remember the scene from earlier when he had hugged you in front of the mirror, implying that he’d be jealous if someone else would start to admire you. There had been no one around to see; he didn’t have to talk to you like that – and still, he had done it. And he had hugged you in a way that still made your heart beat faster.

Damn it. You needed to talk to him.

You needed to talk to him right now.

You turned around and rushed back to the restaurant where you had parted ways maybe fifteen minutes ago. He wasn’t there anymore but you knew that he sometimes went for a walk near the docks because he liked to listen to the sound of the waves, so you decided to look for him there.

It wasn’t too hard to find him – and as he spotted you approaching him through the crowd, a soft smile flashed over his face. “Did you miss me already?” he asked in a teasing tone that usually would have caused you to roll your eyes. But right now, it just made you feel more insecure.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. Admittedly, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation starter but you were way too nervous to bother yourself with being particularly eloquent in that moment. “About us.”

He raised his eyebrows. “About us?”

“About the whole situation,” you explained. “The relationship thing we have going on. I – I don’t think I can do this anymore. It just… it just feels wrong to pretend like we are dating when we’re not. I don’t know why I came up with that idea in the first place, it’s so stupid and I’m sorry for dragging you into this and-“

“Whoa, slow down, (Y/N),” Tartaglia interrupted you and furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? I told you many times that I don’t mind helping you. I know your friends, I realize that they can be quite annoying when it comes to… well, your love life. You’re not taking advantage of me if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

You buried your face in your hands for a few seconds and let out a frustrated groan. “That’s not the reason I want to end this, Tartaglia,” you said. “I want to end it because it just feels wrong. We don’t love each other – we shouldn’t pretend that we do. It’s… it’s just not right.”

“Who says I don’t love you?”

You had expected every answer from him but not something like this. With wide eyes, you stared at him, searching his face for a sign that he was joking, that he was trying to fluster you like he already did a million times but his expression was unusually serious. “What?”

“Who says I don’t love you?” he repeated patiently. “You said it’s not right to pretend that we love each other. But the truth is that I’m not pretending anymore. So, it’s not wrong, is it?”

You couldn’t reply. Your thoughts were racing as your brain tried to comprehend what he had just told you but you felt like you weren’t able to think straight at all. Not when all you could think about was that he loved you.

Tartaglia stepped closer, gently cupping your face with his hands. “I love you,” he said, the tone of his voice so earnest that it send a shiver down your spine. “And I think that you may love me too, so if that’s the case could you please say something? Or – I don’t know, blink twice, maybe?”

“Shut up,” you said, finally snapping out of your state of shock. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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