#coffeehouse wedding

[morganski-19]

The One Where Steve Feels Smart

“Where are Jon and Argyle?” Steve asks Nancy. The rest of the group gathered around the table for their weekly group dinners.

“Jonathan said that he has a lot of work to do, and Argyle is working closing. Said they would try to come later if they could.” Nancy sits at the table, acting as if the information doesn’t bother her.

Steve doesn’t buy it. “I thought Argyle never closed on Fridays.”

“I don’t know,” Nancy shrugs, annoyed. “Maybe he’s covering for someone. It doesn’t matter, so just eat.”

Steve still doesn’t buy it. Jonathan will always use their hangouts as a break, so his eyes don’t try to kill him. Argyle values friendship too much to take a shift during one of their hangouts. If what Steve knew about them was right, though.

But, he decides to ignore it, and eats dinner.

The next week, however, something like this happens again. It’s not an everyday thing that the group gets together at the coffeehouse after work to talk, some can’t justify buying coffee five days a week when they can just make it themselves. But today, everyone is there. Everyone except for Jonathan and Argyle.

“Isn’t it weird that they aren’t here?” Steve asks, mainly to himself. He’s sitting at the bar, bugging Eddie while he’s on shift.

Eddie shrugs, passing a drink across the bar to a customer. “Maybe they’re busy again. Didn’t Jonathan shoot like four wedding in the past two weeks? That’s a lot of editing.”

“But he would bring it here. Especially since Argyle would get off shift,” he looks down at his watch, “an hour ago. They would come in here together and chill with the rest of us.”

“Don’t know man. Maybe they just wanted to stay at home. The weather is kind of shit today.”

It’s never stopped them before. Something else is going on.

The next time it happens, it’s on game night. He asks Nancy if she’s heard from them and gets shut down immediately. Something about the both of them needing to work. Nothing else.

When it keeps happening, Steve starts to get more and more suspicious. Everyone else seems unbothered. Blind to the excuses that mean nothing, and continue on with their lives. When Steve knows that they are hiding something.

He decides to bring it up again when him and Robin are making dinner. Trying to use both their heads to figure this out without Nancy shutting him down immediately.

“You don’t think they finally,” Steve makes a motion with his hands, indicating that they are together.

Robin glares at him from the kitchen. “Probably not, Jonathan’s demi, remember.”

“That is not what I meant,” Steve says, partially annoyed. “I just meant like, dating. What if they are dating.”

“I would hope they would tell us if that actually happened. We’ve listened to too much of their suffering to not know.”

Steve stares at the cutting board. Not so sure about that. “I think Nancy knows something.”

“Here we go,” Robin groans.

“No, Rob, seriously. Like every single time I ask, she shuts me down almost immediately. With the same excuse. Jonathan is busy editing, or has a shoot, and Argyle is working a closing shift. I’ve never known Argyle to have this many closing shifts in his life.” He turns to her, hoping to see that she sees what he sees. “Isn’t that a little weird?”

“I guess,” Robin goes back to stirring the vegetables in the saucepan. “But maybe their rent got raised and they had to pick up a few extra shifts. Wouldn’t be that surprising.”

Steve is still not convinced. “Maybe.”

A week later, the group was planning on going to see a movie. Some weird horror movie that Nancy and Eddie love, but will probably traumatize both Steve and Robin. Normally Jonathan and Argyle would come along and laugh at how unrealistic it is, but they bailed again.

They’ve been bailing for about a month now, something was definitely up.

Steve stands in line to get the popcorn, letting the rest of the group go into the theater to get their seats. Hoping that Eddie is able to save a seat next to him for Steve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees two people who look familiar. After thanking the guy behind the counter and turning toward his theater, he sees it. Jonathan and Argyle walking in with their tickets. They make eye contact with him, looking caught.

“Well, there you guys are,” Steve says, trying not to make it weird. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in weeks.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jonathan says. “Just been really busy with work, that’s all.”

Steve nods, going alone with the lie. “Yeah. I’m glad you guys were able to make it tonight though. Unless, you know, you came to see a different movie.”

Argyle opens his mouth, going to say something. Jonathan nudges him with his shoulder, shutting him up. Argyle presses his lips together in a forced smile. Eyes wide.

“Yeah. We were just going to get some popcorn, so why don’t you go into the theater, and we’ll meet you in there.”

The smile that forms on Steve’s lips is one of pure joy. “I don’t mind waiting. It might be easier to carry all this shit to the theater.” He takes a glace down and sees their hands clasped together. “Four hands are better that two, so.”

“Four hands?” Argyle questions under his breath.

Jonathan looks down at their hands, and pulls them apart.

“You guys weren’t going to see the same movie, were you?” Steve questions. Feeling smug.

“No, we weren’t,” Argyle blurts out. “We were going to see this comedy together because we’ve been dating for a few months now.” He immediately slams a hand over his mouth.

“A few months,” Steve says much louder than he should.

Jonathan starts looking around. “Dude, quiet down.”

“Sorry.” Steve lowers his voice to whisper shout. “A few months. I thought you were just dating for a few weeks.”

“You knew we were dating?”

Steve snorts. “You two are not as subtle as you think you are. Always missing hangouts conveniently at the same time. It’s really rude to cancel on your friends to go on dates for your secret relationship, by the way.”

“We’re sorry,” Argyle apologizes. Looking like he’s going through multiple emotions at once. “We just have been busier with work so the only times we’ve been free to go out are the days we would hang out.”

“You’re not going to tell everyone, are you?” Jonathan asks, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s your thing to tell. I wouldn’t do that. I just miss you guys. I am still going to gloat about being right, they just don’t need to know what about.”

“Thanks, dude.” Argyle finally calmed down back to one emotion.

“We really appreciate it.”

“I have to go, the movie’s about to start. Have a good night, guys.”

Steve turns and head to the theater. He finds the rest of them and sits between Eddie and Robin. The popcorn immediately getting pulled from his hands.

“What took you so long?” Robin asks over a mouthful of popcorn.

“The line was long,” Steve says. This was going to be fun.

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BEGGING FOR A PART 2 TO THE MAY BLURB….

this is kinda long but we needed a happy ending

The familiar Parker door looked scarier than you remember. 

It had its slightly yellow hue and the hallway lighting did nothing for it, you hold your breath for five seconds, then release it and start again. 

The last time you were here ended in a break up. A mutual break up, but a break up. 

You can remember the break up but the details are fuzzy, like it was a rushed decision and you both agreed to make it easier on the other person, except the other person didn’t really want it. 

So, you hold your breath, release, and knock. 

The door clicks and you hope it’s May, if your ex opens the door you’d pass out. 

“Hey, sweetie!” A polite purr from May, her hair wafts with the breeze of swinging the door wide. She hugs you in the doorway before sliding in, your eyes immediately bouncing around the room. It’d be the first time you saw or spoke to Peter in four months, the last ‘sighting’ was when you saw spider-man on a roof when you were walking, it made you go into a starbucks bathroom and sob. 

“Hey, May!” You try to be subtle, her warm hand rests on your arm. “He’s in his room, if you don’t want him to join, he won’t.” May silently prays, ‘say he can join, say he can join, say he can join, fix this, fix this, let him fix this.’ 

Your throat clears, you shoot your eyes to the door, you could make an excuse to leave, or ask May to ditch plans and go to the coffeehouse, or you could talk to her outside because at your grown age you’re petrified of Peter overhearing you. You didn’t know how he felt, and you didn’t know either. 

“Can we talk outside?”

You nod at the door, she immediately crosses your path to open the door and usher you out. May smiles, “he’s just as nervous,” can she read you that well? Or are you just terrible at hiding it? “What if it doesn’t work? Too much time has passed? If this goes bad, May I dunno if I could see you again” 

“What’s that mean?” Rushed, she can’t lose you. She can’t. She’s lost enough and you were so special to her, she thinks if Peter had moved on she’d be bitter and hold every partner to your standard. 

You swallow thick, “it means I move on. I love you, May. But you’re a constant reminder and eventually he’ll move on too and then it becomes weird.” 

She understands. She’s had exes and eventually it led to cutting off their family and it hurt almost as much as the break up. But she’s selfish and sure you could fix it, she gets the same feeling from you two as she did Ben. True love, and she can believe it because they too broke up a few times but that universal magnetic pull couldn’t keep them away from each other. 

“Then you move on. And we’ll be okay here, just promise me you’ll invite me to the wedding.” 

You grip her arm and smile, sometimes you just don’t believe you deserve her love. It makes you sad to think about a one day wedding, you were so sure Peter would be the one across from you with May in the front row. Even if Peter wasn’t the groom you’d save her a seat. 

“You’ll be in the front row, I promise.” 

May’s heart swells at the confirmation, it’s not like it was a hard commitment. She’d be there anyways, you’re marrying her nephew. 

“Tea?” 

You peek back at the door, you can face him, it’s just Peter, and you know May has your back. 

You nod once, “coffee.” 

—------------------

As May starts the kettle on the stove she pulls out the french press, you flash her an impressive look and hold a hand to your chest. “For me, little ol’ me?” May cracks a smile, “Peter insisted,” it makes you swallow and give a nervous smile, she sure can hype him up. 

You can remember the walk to his room with eyes closed, you can hear May pace around the kitchen as she finished making finger sandwiches and cookies. A slow anxiety forms in your chest, you feel your heart pick up in beats and tap your fingers on the bar counter. 

You should talk to him before you sit down with May, save her the awkward air. It’s the least you could do. You don’t announce your department, if you did it would give you a second to think about it and if you did you think you’d end up bolting. 

May lifts her head when she sees you walk away in her peripheral vision, she holds her breath as you walk down the hallway, something tells her you don’t have to use the bathroom. She’s proved right when you stall outside her nephews door, then gently tap your fingers on the wood. So lightly she thinks you did it on purpose, like ‘I tried, he didn’t answer, oh well.’  Your plan doesn’t work when she hears him call out ‘yeah!’ May knows he doesn’t expect it to be you knocking. 

Peter’s voice made you freeze, made you remember he was a real person and he was here and you were about to look at the man you swore was the love of your life in seconds. 

Brave, brave, brave. 

You crack the door open and push through, his eyes go from confused to shock quickly. 

“Hi,” rushed and stuttered, like you were a figment of his imagination.

“Hi,” you smile softly, you click the door shut and lean against it, it supports you in more than one way at the moment. 

You both don’t know what to say. 

Everything sounds so cheap after what you’ve shared together. The idea of small talk with Peter feels choking. ‘How have you been? Long time no see. What’ve you been up to? How’s school? How’s work? How-” 

“I missed you.” He said it first, it makes you breathe better. You settled on your feet, you didn’t feel so anchored anymore. 

“Then why didn’t you call?” Bitter, you didn’t expect that to come from your mouth. You weren’t even all that upset, you didn’t call either, if you wanted to talk to him that bad you could’ve reached out. There was so much emotion bouncing around it came out in frustration instead of admission. 

It doesn’t even bother him, he’s just glad you’re talking. 

You shake your head before he can reply, “don’t. I don’t know why I said that, I get why you didn’t call.” 

He answers anyway, “I wanted to, but I didn’t know what to say, I still don’t. And I don’t think you can call your ex just because you miss her voice. Even if she yells at you.” 

The quip makes you smile then falls when you try to piece together the story. 

“I promise I’m not taking the piss, but. I just, Peter-” 

His name coming from your mouth makes him feel like he’s flying.

“Do you even know why we broke up?” 

It’s a genuine question, it felt like an everything at once, heat of the moment breakup. There wasn’t a good reason, at least one you can piece together. It felt like it was just happening and you both committed. 

Peter chuckles, like the thoughts kept him up too. 

“You don’t know either?” 

You sigh and hold your chin in your hand, it was a sigh of relief. You find yourself walking to flop yourself down on his bed, Peter freezes, he’s terrified of making the wrong move and sending you running, he never thought he’d be unsure of how to be around you. 

“Years. It was years and we can’t even find the reason why we flushed it down the drain. What’s wrong with us? I mean, we were going to get a place together, we were talking about engagement rings and it settled into this?” 

Trust him, he knows. It’s really hard going from looking at rings to sleeping alone every night. It keeps him up all the time, he’s hyper fixated on it. 

“I wanted to call you that night. I thought maybe we both needed to sleep on it and the next day I didn’t know what to say or how to say it and then months passed.” 

You look up at him, your chin resting in your hands, elbows stationary on your knees. 

“It felt weird, right?” Not having each other, when you spend so many years with the same person not having them anywhere is a whole new process, there were so many things you didn’t realize you did with Peter until you lost him. 

“Really weird.” 

“I missed you too, by the way.” 

God does that admission feel good. 

The kettle screeches, you jump and in pure instinct lean closer to Peter. It makes him feel warm inside, you still trust him with your life, even if it was a tea kettle. 

“I never stopped looking at rings.” 

He doesn’t know why he said that. It’s true but it’s weird, something he should’ve kept to himself, but maybe it would smooth things over better. An olive branch of marriage. 

It makes you raise your eyebrows, as far as you were concerned you were talking about them. He was looking at them. 

“You were looking at them?” 

Peter licks his lips, you didn’t even know he was in the first place. 

“Not like that,” that’s true, you were very strict on no marriage while you’re in school. “Just gathering ideas I guess.” 

He never gave up, you didn’t either. Still giving a hundred percent broken up. 

“You’re brave, you must’ve thought I’d come crawling back.” He wants to make a joke but refuses, “I’d come crawling back, I’d man up eventually and come to your door. I was scared of being too late and some guy would open the door instead.” 

You tilt your head, “some guy? That’s my boyfriend.” 

Peter’s breath hitched, “wait, what?” 

You grunt and push against his arm, you realize how long it’s been since you touched him. He’s broad and sturdy, he feels bigger than when you were together, you wonder if he’s been hitting the gym. 

“In your hypothetical scenario, not in real life you dolt.” Peter deflates with a breath, “thank christ.” You hum, “I’m sure you’d know if I moved on, something tells me May would be quick to share the news.” He snorts, “you have no idea, she masterminded this you know. She’s been pushing for us to get back together since we split.” 

Your throat clears, “was that weird for you? You can be honest, it was weird for me at first.” 

“Nah, I know how much you mean to her. I just wasn’t sure what it meant for us, but it kept us connected and I figured that was better than strangers.” 

You purse your lips, “do you wanna hug?” 

Peter's eyes lit up, he nearly hit the ground with how quickly he hopped up from his bed. You had no idea how much he wanted to, how long he’s been counting since you’ve last been in his arms and holding back every scratching impulse from touching you since you’ve sat next to him. When you pushed his arm he thought he died. 

You could use a hug and he could too. It was weird how quick things smoothed over, how one conversation can flip things back into place, like the last four months never existed. He didn’t do anything wrong and neither did you, it just happened. 

You stand with him and his arms open, you walk into his chest and wrap your arms around his middle, his arms wrap around your shoulders. You squeeze him, he’s a lot broader, either you really miscalculated his size or he got bigger. You fully relax and rub your cheek into his shirt, it’s soft under your face. All the shirts you had of his lost the scent, you never thought you could miss someone's smell. You can hear his heartbeat, it’s drumming thickly. He’s nervous, you think it’s cute and hold him tighter. 

“You’re bigger,” your words jumbled with a squished cheek. 

“Spidey’s been active, he’s had nothing going on for four months.” 

“I like it when you’re softer, it’s better to cuddle.” 

He doesn’t even think about it and kisses the crown of your head, he pauses but when you don't react he doesn't comment on it, because he’s not sorry. “I’ll start doubling down on the burgers.” 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the haircut.” 

“Four months without that tangly mess, sorry babe but it’s not coming back.” 

“Then neither am I.” 

“Okay, I’ll grow it out a little longer.” 

You smile against his chest, “thank you.” 

Pushing him away you stretch, “May’s probably itching trying to figure out what we’re doing in here.” 

Peter gestures to the door, “go tell her.” 

You quirk your brow, “you’re not coming?” 

—-------------

When you exit his room May has beady eyes racing over the both of you, Peter has a smile so big it can’t be wiped and you’re glowing. 

You settle at the head of the table while Peter makes your coffee, May pours her tea and talks mindlessly on your left. You nod along and peer over your shoulder with a grin when Peter places a mug down in front of you after squeezing your shoulder letting you know of his presence. 

“Thanks, honey.” You pick up the steaming mug and blow before taking a small sip. 

For the first time in four months May can breathe. A weight has been lifted from her shoulders, things are back to how they should be. She wouldn’t lose you, she was playing both sides, either you or him would make the first move but just like your breakup you did it together. That’s May’s favorite thing about you two, no matter what you’re partners and have each other's back. It's us against the problem with you two always. 

Her nephew settles to the right of you, she doesn’t miss the secret glance between the two of you as Peter takes two cookies, looks at you and takes a third, you smile and shake your head lightly. 

Yeah, everything is going to be alright. 

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COFFEE AT NINE | late spring [iv.]

summary: after months of not seeing each other, you finally asked wanda to have coffee with you for the last time. pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader warnings: angst, profanity word count: 1140 a/n: i almost pluck my hair out editing this ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

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Westview, New Jersey

Late-December 2023

"Sorry, I know you told me 9 but Jarvis got this thing and I forgot to make him his lunch so I—" Wrapped securely on her long dark green jacket, Wanda's disheveled bright auburn hair came right in front of your sight. 

Wearing nice loose pipe jeans, its small pieces of thread hanging loosely right at her knees, and a v-neck shirt full of horizontal lines tucked gracefully on her pants, her face screams guilt and regret as she positioned herself on the vacant seat facing you.

"It's okay, Wanda." you cut her off too quickly, too fast that you saw the flash of fall of her beautiful face. 

"Really, it's fine. I just got here anyways," you reassure her, mouth moving in a tight smile. 

"I know I have been M.I.A since I got married I think even before that maybe in college—"

Your laugh interrupts her line of thoughts, "You don't have to apologize, It's technically your honeymoon anyways. And what happened in college, it was in the past." you give her a cool smile, eyes lingering at the surge of something you don't quite know in her eyes.

You see the bobbing of her throat, "Right, of course. I'm happy you asked me to hang out, it's been so long since we did something just the two of us, like before." Wanda rambles, eyes not staying in one place.

"Y/N, I wanted to apologize about—"

"How's Jarvis?" you suddenly question, sipping lightly on your now cold coffee. Eyes staring at the wall behind her.

Wanda's eyes lodge at her cup of coffee which is also now cold, a clear reminder of how late she was at this coffee hangout you asked her. She wanted to continue the words being cut off but then she saw how your eyes never stayed at hers.

"Fine, good. He got this promotion just a month after the wedding and he was overjoyed by it," she answers, voice quivering lightly as her mouth comes in touch with the coffee. 

"How are you, Y/N?"

"Doing good, I'm planning on trying new things, career-wise." you declare, not indulging deeper in this 'trying new things'. She doesn't have to know that you'll be trying out a new different country. 

Her eyes lit up, seemingly thrilled at the words she was hearing, and the dampened posture she had seemed to vanish as her face glows in excitement, "That's good! What are you thinking about it?"

You tell her the details of the plan, of your goals, of your vision for this new version of your life. Clearly leaving out the words 'moving away' or anything that suggests moving into a new environment, away from her, miles away from her, physically out of reach from her. 

She eats up every word you tell her, you let yourself grasp that tiny happiness blooming in your chest, everything feels so normal right at this moment. Just like before, just the two of you, worlds blurry, voices mute, sights focused on each other. 

Time seems to be moving fast when you let yourself enjoy this last moment you have with her and before you know it, the two of you stand outside the coffeehouse. 

You stare at her, consuming the sight of how her hair and the blowing wind consummate itself with a beautiful dance. You greedily ingest her image, the perfect curves of her face, the lightness engraved solely at her green eyes, the tiny constellations in her cheeks, you just consumed her.

Your breath quickens, the hands situated at your pockets balled into a fist. You can't back out now, you promised yourself to distance. You can't break another vow of yours. Not now.

"That was fun." she chirps, her smile so wide that the crinkles on the side of her eyes stick out so clearly. 

"We should do it again, Y/N. I promise not to be late next time." She mutters, playfulness leaping out of her tone as she mentions her tardiness.

"Sure." 

She whips her head to look at you, grinning, "See you soon?" the light shuffling of her shoes on the pavement makes its way to your ears. A gentle reminder of what is gonna happen after this moment.

You give her a big grin, nodding your head in such a determined manner. Frightened to open your mouth, distrust screams at your head with the thought of using words to say something to her. Just something. You have no will to use your voice, afraid to say something that will somehow backtrack all the choices you have chosen. To be here in this right moment, with her. 

She doesn't see your struggles, of course, she wouldn't, she was too caught up with how things are back with her best friend. Too overjoyed to finally have her best friend back. How her concerns about that night at her wedding, how the unspoken things that happened before are vanishing as she really sees nothing is wrong with the both of you. That it was just all her anxiety shouting in her mind. 

And that everything is just as it is, like before.

She takes a step forward then completely stops just a few inches beside you. Wanda's hand seems to want to reach out for you but her arms stay glued at her sides, tapping lightly on her thighs, she then points at the other side of the road with her head. You nod again, a smile plastered on your face. You watch her take light steps onto the pedestrian lane, walking farther away from you, her flower-scented perfume lingers on the air surrounding you. You take a sharp intake of breath, it feels like the air is closing in on you, with its sharp edges pricking the very center of your chest. You watch.

Your eyes dawdle on her figure, lungs constricting suddenly as your finger runs up to touch something wet on your cheeks. 

You huff out an ironic laugh, "Fucking shit."

You watch her figure closely, you watch the soles of her boots welcome every inch of the pavement, you watch the light bounce off her bright auburn hair that seems to be more bright as the sun cascades itself right on her figure, with every step she takes is another distance being added between you and her. 

The familiar shape of her figure finally disappears, vanishing into a place farther away from you. A realization descends in like a big wave crashing brutally on your already crushed soul. A realization came in even though you already knew what was happening. You have chosen this. This path. However, the advanced knowledge of the course of events still didn't lessen the pain you felt at this very moment.

At the realization that she's finally out of reach.

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play pretend

to what lengths will you let yourself have feelings for your best friend, kyle broflovski? (alternate version to passenger in the rain)

kyle broflovski x female!reader (best friends to lovers), kind of one-sided kenny x reader cw brooding (maybe unlikeable) yn, Kenny is as distraction wc: 2931

an: as per request of 💫 anon dearest <3 also some scenes in the other vers is used here as well

Sick, embarrassed, and ashamed. That’s what you feel.

You really shouldn’t be having feelings for your best friend, Kyle. Well, you could and you did, but god, did you hate it. You loathed, detested, and abhorred the feeling of falling in love with him—mainly because you hated dealing with your feelings.

It feels so embarrassing to be so head over heels for your best friend and try to cover it up as well. The “what-ifs” of what could and would happen if he found out freaked you out. Would he be cool about it? Probably not. It would be super awkward, and he’d try to play it off, but it’d be too much to bear, and you two would eventually stop being friends. That’s what you think would happen, at least.

Stupid feelings aren’t worth risking for worthwhile, maybe lifetime, happiness.

Then again, you enjoyed where you were right now—in Kyle’s bed beside him. He was completely knocked out, and his jaw was slightly agape, with the softest of snores filling the dead of the room. The sun gently shone on his face, causing him to look a lot warmer than he actually was—since his body temperature was normally cold even during the heat of the summer.

It felt almost saccharine, almost as if you were already together, if not for the fact that there was a barrier to what extent you could stay like this. Maybe you could just play pretend for a bit in moments like these. You sighed at the thought, lifting yourself from the sheets to go fix your bedhead appearance up.

When you got back after tidying yourself up, you were greeted with a disheveled-looking Kyle already awoken. He looked all groggy, with him rubbing his eyes while his poofy hair was flattened on one side. “Good morning…” He croaked out.

“Mornin’.” You tipped your head and smiled, leaning on the door frame. “You look like you slept well.”

“Sure did,” he yawned, stretching out. “What time is it?”

“I believe it is twelve-thirty PM.” You replied, checking the time of your phone. You were right. It was 12:37 PM.

“Shit, really?”

You nodded. “Why?

“I gotta pick up Ike from his friend’s place around two. He has this group project thing. Mom and Dad’s attending a friend’s wedding today, so they dropped him off earlier this morning.”

“You want someone to come along with you?” You hummed, checking your phone to see if you were busy today. To your delight, you weren’t. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna worry your parents or anything.” 

“Nah,” you beamed, finding yourself smiling at his worry for your parents. Despite the fact that you two have known each other for nearly forever, therefore you two were always hanging out together, he still was always worried about your parents getting upset. “I’ll just tell them that I’ll be with you for a little bit more.” You added, texting them already.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll go get ready,” he said, grabbing some clothes as he headed to the door—where you were. “Wanna kill time and get coffee later? We still got a little over an hour before we pick Ike up.”

“Definitely.” You grinned. “Can I borrow a shirt, by the way? I forgot to bring some extra clothes. I only have pajamas. I’ll re-wear my pants.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead.” He nodded, already out of the room, but his back turned to seemingly tell you something. “By the way, you left your skirt last time you stayed here. Mom washed it, I’m pretty sure. It’s in my closet, separated from the rest of my clothes.”

“Ah, alright.” You nodded. “Thanks, Kyle.” 

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You and Kyle were currently lined up in the coffee shop, Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse, actually. You were near the front of the line. Kyle, behind you, was scrolling through his phone as you patiently waited for your turn.

On the way, Kyle insisted it would be his treat—which you fought strongly against. You were embarrassed that he’d pay for something rather small like coffee. You were embarrassed whenever he’d offer to pay for anything at all. Or do anything for you, as a matter of fact. You gave up, though, and he said it was his thank you for accompanying him.

“Next!” Your schoolmate, Tweek, called out. You ushered yourself to the front of the line, Kyle right beside you as you two stood in the front.

“Oh, hello, YN, Kyle.” He greeted, flinching. You and Kyle returned a simple nod and waved to him. “What can I—Ack!—get you today?”

“I’ll have one flat white, and I think Kyle’s order is a cortado, but half the milk and replaced by almond milk instead.” You hummed, leaning closer to him to whisper something. “Lactose intolerant.” You murmured to Tweek, pointing at the boy beside you.

Leaning back, you looked at Kyle for his approval. “Am I correct?” 

“First of all, the whole world doesn’t need to know I’m lactose,” he breathed out, rolling his eyes. “Second of all, I’m surprised you know my order.” He chuckled, handing you the money.

Embarrassment crept up on your cheeks. Why did you know Kyle’s order? I mean, yeah you like him, and you’re also his best friend, but that really doesn’t mean anything! …Right?

“Duh, you’re my friend!” You replied, handing Tweek the money—after which you and Kyle walked around the cafe to find a seat.

“Do you know Wendy, Marj, or even Bebe’s order?” He raised a brow.

“Of course! It’s, uh,” you paused, trying to recall the order. “Joke. I don’t think I know.”

“Yeah? So you somehow know my order?”

“Well, it’s because I spend my time with you the most. I’m bound to know your order.” You said, motioning to a table with two free seats by the window. You two sat down.

“Uhuh,” he replied sarcastically. “And you haven’t been following me around when I get coffee in the morning—”

“—Before 7:30, so there’s still extra time.” You both said at the same time.

“Yeah, actually, I think the reason why I know your order is because you’ve said it a good few times for me to remember it as a part of your morning schedule.”

“That would make sense, but I don’t think I’ve ever told you my morning schedule.”

“What?”

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A few days later, you’re in your bed. Not Kyle’s, but yours. The covers haven’t been changed in a while. You should probably get to that. However, the smell of sweet flowers in the spring, accompanied by an underlying muskiness to it, reminded you of Kyle. Mainly because that was the fragrance he wore pretty much all the time.

Playing pretend is fun sometimes.

It’s so annoying how everything reminded you of him, though. Every little thing was always connected back to him. No matter what it was. 

Oh, you wanna play some good ol’ tennis? Tennis is a sport, and Kyle plays basketball. You want to listen to rock? Well, actually, you just end up playing The Cure—Kyle’s favorite band. You’re going to the bakery to pick up some dessert? You immediately start to think of his mom’s wonderful Challah. Fuck.

Someone literally asked you out yesterday, and you denied it because you were saving a spot just in case Kyle would ask you out too. Maybe you should get back on them, though. Just so you could distract yourself from your current feelings. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Just as long as they don’t find out, you’ll be fine.

You grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts, checking for that one single name. Kenny McCormick.

Immediately, he picked up. “What’s up, pretty?”

“So, about that date—”

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It’s been about a week since your initial date with Kenny, which was the very day you called him, and it’s been fun, to be honest. Sure, you were by no means into him at all—not by a long shot—but it’s fun to pretend.

How was Kenny doing with it? By the looks of it, he was having a blast. You sure hope he did. You really didn’t wanna let him down or hurt him cause he really is a sweetheart. He’d walk you to class, leave sappy notes in your locker, and give you wet kisses on the cheek between passing periods. All the sweet things couples would do in high school movies, he definitely did.

What about Kyle and your feelings for him, though? The feelings definitely did not go away, first of all. In fact, they amplified. Every single romantic gesture Kenny made, you imagined Kyle doing it instead. That’s kind of how you’ve been getting through this anyway.

When Kyle learned about you and Kenny going out, he was definitely shocked, to say the least. You couldn’t blame him, though. Kenny used to be one of his closest friends during elementary and middle school. They did part ways though once high school hit because of a whole bunch of things, but that’s not the point.

You spent less time with Kyle now. While that did make you a little sad, you tried convincing yourself that it was for the better. You’ll learn to get over Kyle and love Kenny. Right?

“YN!” Kyle called out from the end of the hallway, running towards you. He seemed like he had something urgent to tell you. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“You could just message me, you know?” You smiled, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“You never check your texts.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“I mean, neither do you.”

“At least I answer calls!” He raised his hands.  “Anyways, it’s been a while since you came over. Mom misses you.” He sighed.

“Thanks?” You nodded your head, not quite sure what he meant by that.

“I’m saying that you should come over.” He laughed. “Hopefully tonight?”

You wanted to say yes. You believe that you were about to say yes. Promise. Kenny snuck up behind you and wrapped his arm around you, though, holding you near him.

“Hey, mamas.” He yawned, the smell of pot strong on him. Not that it was something you cared about too much, it was just really noticeable that moment. “Are you still up for tonight?”

You looked back at Kyle with guilt nipping at the back of your throat, giving him a sad smile. “Yeah, sorry, Kyle. Maybe next time?”

“That’s fine! I’ll tell them. Thanks.” You nodded in reply as he walked off, the rejection clearly obvious—to you, at least. You heard him leave a huff out in the middle of the hallway.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea.

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Weeks passed, and you’re already broken up with Kenny. Honestly, neither of you took the breakup seriously. You were pretty sure Kenny knew he was going to be in a one-sided relationship with you. You were sure he knew how in love you were with Kyle.

You felt bad for the guy. You wished that you could’ve treated him better and that you could’ve been an actual proper girlfriend to him, but you were no better than that. Kyle’s the only person you know you can be right for.

Speaking of Kyle, what’s been going on between you two? Well, things worsened, actually. Ever since you got with Kenny, you two have been more distant than ever. Of course, this troubled you. I mean, Kyle’s been your anchor forever, but now you don’t have anyone anymore. You still had your other friends, but it didn’t feel the same without him.

Deep down, you felt like you were pushing him away, though—since it’d be easier to bury your feelings if he wasn’t looking.

You did this all to yourself. It was time to face the consequences of your actions. You had to come to the fact that you are really fucking stupid, especially considering how you still had a grave crush on Kyle after all this. Playing pretend can’t save you in a situation like this now.

You were about to start ignoring the whole world even further to drown yourself in your feelings, but you couldn’t. All because of some measly little message that popped up on your phone. You wanted to ignore it, but your gut was screaming at you not to.

It was Kyle who messaged you—woo. Were you thrilled at first? Not quite. You realized that he never texts you unless it’s urgent, especially nowadays. So, you opened the message.

Kyle Dude

You ?

Kyle Are you busy?? Can we talk?? Like irl

You Sure?? Where though?

Kyle My place rn No delays its important

You groaned, not wanting to deal with quite literally anything right now, but you guessed that it would be better to get it over with right now. Kyle seemed to make it out as an urgent matter anyway. You supposed that it was the least you could do after seemingly ghosting him for weeks now.

You tidied yourself a bit, making yourself at least a little bit more presentable. I mean, how embarrassing would it be if you went up to their house out of nowhere and then also looked like a mess? You’d rather be disowned by your family than cause shame as bad as that.

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As you made your way to the house, nervousness started to creep up your spine.

What was it Kyle even wanted to talk about? Did he find out about your feelings and the reason why you dated Kenny in the first place? What did and does he think of you now?

Maybe he’s just upset since you two haven’t been going out and stuff. Yeah, maybe that’s it. You’re all alright, and everything will be perfectly okay—

“YN! Oh, my, I’m so grateful you showed up.” Sheila’s voice chirped, catching you off guard. “Try letting me know when you’ll come here next time, though, okay? I don’t have anything prepared for you and Kyle–”

“Mom, I invited her here right now,” Kyle yelled out, his light footsteps down the stairs making themselves known. “Sorry, I didn’t tell you.” He sighed.

“Oh, that’s okay, booby.” She grinned, patting his head. “Are you two going to stay for long? Just so I know if I have to cook extra.”

“No, I don’t think so.” He answered before you could. “We’ll be quick, ma.” He returned the smile, pulling you by the arm and dragging you up the stairs and into his room.

The quiet in the room, once he shut the door, was unbearable, which was unfamiliar. Kyle’s room was always a safe space for you, but it seemed to have completely changed. It changed because of you.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, his back facing towards you as you stood right in front of the door, suffocating in the heavy air.

“I did too.” You sighed, words slipping out of your mouth faster than you could catch them.

“So why did you leave me?” 

“I didn’t mean to, Kyle. I just,” you paused, thinking of some made-up excuse. “Have a lot on my plate right now.”

“You could’ve told me what it was. I could’ve helped you out!” He turned, facing you now. You only caught it right now, but his eyes seemed a little puffy. Was this all because of you?

You exhaled, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself. “That’s the thing.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a problem you can’t fix.”

“Who says I can’t do so?” He raised a brow.

“I do.”

“And why?”

“Because the problem is that I like you.” You exhaustedly huffed out, shaking your head. “I needed a way out of my feelings, but it was hard to do that, so I instead ended up pushing you away and distracted myself by dating Kenny. I’m sorry.”

His mouth was ajar as you spoke. After that, he let a huff out, his turn shaking his head and laughing at you. “You’re so stupid.”

“What?”

“I like you a lot too.” He smiled, cupping your cheeks and lifting them, making you look at him.

Your gaze was averted elsewhere, though, in shame. “I’m sure you’re upset with me, though.”

“Yeah, I am.” He said with a frown you didn’t need to see to recognize. You could just hear it in his voice. “I think I can see why you did all that, though. I mean, it’s really fucking stupid, but I can’t completely blame you for it.”

“You think so?”

“I guess.” He hummed, pressing your foreheads together.

“So, what are we then?” You asked, now confused.

“I think I still need time to process everything,” he cooed, gently rocking your bodies back and forth to the tune of nothing. “Can we take this step by step? Work our way to wherever?”

“Yes, definitely.” You smiled, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as you swayed along with him. “As long as you’re with me. As long as we can go back to what we were before, if not more.”

“Yeah, for sure.” He gently stood still, stopping you as well. He leaned his head back, taking a look at you. “Thank you, YN.”

“Thank you, Kyle, for staying by me.” You sighed, bringing your eyes to his for once. “I, uh,” you paused, holding back the silly 'L' word you two would exchange a lot when you were younger. “Am grateful for you.”

Maybe it's best to not have pretended. Maybe you should just let whatever universe conspire against you two, it seems to know that you and Kyle would be despite everything.

[kimmiessimmies]

My TOP 23 screenshots for 2023

Thanks for tagging me, lovely Alex @ice-creamforbreakfast.

Considering I didn't reappear on the Simblr scene until late March, many of these will be recent shots, but here are some of my personal faves in chronological order!

1. James (with previous hairstyle, and with blanket) and Leona on the rooftop of The Factory. Despite it not being the best pic I ever shot, this post was my "comeback", so it's meaningful to me.

2. The moment Dan and Sadie broke up... Knowing what we know now, this was truly for the best, but I actually cried a little writing this post...

3. Jasper and Eva's Monte Vista wedding dinner.

4. When I built an entire coffeehouse just to shoot that one scene reuniting Esme and Martha.

5. Finn and Sadie giving in to hormones.

6. Luke and Susie's autumn wedding . I particularly liked this picture because of Boy in the background. 🥂

7. Eva expecting. But I mostly loved this picture because this house is my favourite house I ever decorated.

8. Rachel's face when she found out about Finn and Sadie's Friends with Benefits situation.

9. This moment when Joshua had an epiphany... (My heart...)

10. The start of Honeycomb Valley 2.0.

11. Sending Martha home. This one was emotional for me. She had been away for SO long and bringing her home was a big deal for the story but also for me.

12. This reaction of Sadie's when Martha said she and Finn should definitely "study... hard..." 😏

13. Finn confessing his feelings for Sadie to Rachel (which does hurt a bit in light of current events...)

14. This hugely important moment when Joshua was about to come out to his friends. ❤️

15. The date that didn't go to plan...

16. The moment that screwed up my entire flippin' storyline! 😳 The chemistry between these two the moment they got together for this scene totally messed everything up. Thankfully, the story became better because of it. More dramatic, but also better.

17. Phoenix. ❤️‍🔥

18. The dream. I had so much fun setting up this room for this scene. A little secret only one person knows: I actually shot the entire, very NSFW dream scene... In the end, I decided not to share it because at this point, I wanted to keep the tension alive for a while longer. But it was... something... 🫣

19. My dear struggling James who "came close but wrote song lyrics instead..."

20. Release. ❤️❤️❤️

21. That other release. (I could have chosen any picture from these scenes)

22. Rock bottom. And oh, how I felt this... 💔

23. Ending with my absolute favourite shot of the year. 💕

Loved doing this! Tagging @nocturnalazure, @danjaley, @simsaralove, @eljeebee, @dandylion240, @happy-lemon. As always, feel free to ignore.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

The first things I noticed in the new preview teaser are the hydrangeas. ( x )

Now, having been more than two years in the “Kuroshitsuji” fandom, it has severely taught me to pay attention to flowers and their language/significance. Yana Toboso loves to elaborate her background and illustrations through floriography in conveying the meaning/depth/intention of a particular scenario or a character.

Or it could be that the writers and director just throw in the flowers on this mise-en-scène just for the heck of it.

In Victorian England, Englishmen sent hydrangeas to those women who rejected them as a sign of “frigidity mockery.” Because of this practise, they believed that when a woman grew hydrangeas in her garden it meant that she would soon be a spinster. ( x )

Of course, this is just a guess when it comes to this anime. Because in Japan, not only they are heavily cultivated, but they also carry a different connotation.

Long ago, in the land of the rising sun, it is said that an emperor was so busy running errands and businesses that he neglected a maiden that he loves deeply. To make it up to her, he gave her blue hydrangeas as a symbol of his sincere apology and gratitude. ( x )

What do blue hydrangeas mean?

Blue hydrangeas have a meaning of forgiveness, rejection and regret. So, while they may be super pretty, they don’t have the happiest meaning. We’ve all been in an argument with someone and said something we’ve immediately regretted, and if you’re looking to apologise, then blue hydrangeas are a great starting point. ( x )

We saw Kazuki in front of a flower shop. And he definitely feels regret and, possibly, guilt. The desire to apologise to his late wife’s family, but how about the purple ones?

Purple hydrangeas carries the meaning of desire for deep understanding towards someone. It is often gifted during the fourth wedding anniversary of a couple. It is also represented by pride, royalty and gracefulness across different cultures so it is ideal to be gifted as a sign of appreciation to your partner after four years of marriage.

Are hydrangeas Yuzu’s favourite flowers? Are they connected to his relationship with Rei? Or are they connected to the woman, Karin, who showed up at Kyu-chan’s coffeehouse? She has a mole on her left lower lip.

My suspicion is that she might be the beneficiary of the money K sets aside. She could be related to Kazuki’s late wife’s family, a twin sister or sister? The most important question is: is she a friend or a foe? One way or another they have to introduce her. “She’s” been briefly mentioned in the first and second episodes like Chekhov’s gun. And that gun has to be shot sooner than later.

[thorninyourpaw]

you still cross my mind from time to time, and i mostly smile, still so set on finding out where we went wrong, and why. so i retrace every step with an unsure pen trying to figure out what my head thinks. but my head just aint what it used to be. and then again, what’s the point anyway?

I REMEMBER YOU ASCENDING ALL THE STAIRS UP TO THE BALCONY TO SEE IF YOU COULD SEE ME HIDDEN QUIETLY AWAY I REMEMBER THE SKIN OF YOUR FINGERS THE SPOT THREE QUARTERS UP ID ALWAYS TOUCH WHEN I WAS OUT OF THINGS TO SAY YOU HELD MY HAND BUT YOU WERE TOO AFRAID TO SPEAK YOU WERE TOO AFRAID TO SPEAK AND I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND I REMEMBER WHEN YOU LEANED IN QUICK TO KISS ME AND I SWEAR NOT A SINGLE FORCE ON EARTH COULD STOP THE SHAKING OF MY HAND I REMEMBER HOW YOU SMILED THROUGH THE SMOKE IN A CROWDED LITTLE COFFEEHOUSE AND LAUGHED AT ALL MY JOKES AND I EEMEMBER THE WAY THAT YOU DRESSED HOW WE WASTED ALL THE BEST OF US IN ALCOHOL AND SWEAT AND I REMEMBER WHEN I KNEW THAT YOUD BE LEAVING HOW I BARELY KEPT UP BREATHING AND I BET IF I HAD TO DO IT ALL AGAIN ID FEEL THE SAME PAIN I REMEMBER PANICKED CIRCLES IN THE TERMINAL IN TEARS HOW I WEPT TO GOD IN FITS IVE HATED AIRPORTS EVER SINCE IT MUST BE TRUE WHAT PEOPLE SAY THAT ONLY TIME CAN HEAL THE PAIN AND EVERY SINGLE DAY I FEEL IT FADE AWAY BUT I STILL REMEMBER HOW THE DISTANCE TRICKED US AND LEAD US HELPLESS BY THE WRIST INTO A PIT TO BE DEVOURED I STILL REMEMBER HOW WE HELD SO STRONG TO THIS THOUGH WE HAD NEVER REALLY SETTLED ON A WAY OUT I STILL REMEMBER THE SILENCE AND HOW WED ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO TURN AND RUN FROM OUR MISTAKES I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT ALL CAME BACK TOGETHER JUST TO FALL APART AGAIN MY DEAR I HEAR YOUR VOICE IN MINE IVE BEEN ALONE HERE IVE BEEN ALONE HERE IVE BEEN AFRAIF MY DEAR IVE BEEN AFRAID MY DEAR IVE BEEN AT HOME HERE IVE BEEN AT HOME HERE YOUVE BEEN AWAY FOR YEARS YOUVE VEEN AWAY FOR YEARS IVE BEEN ALONE IVE BEEN ALONE IVE BEEN ALONE IVE BEEN ALONE I BREATHED YOUR NAMED INTO THE AIR I ETCHED YOUR NAME INTO ME I FELT MY ANGER SWELLING I SWAM INTO ITS SEA I HELD YOUR NAME INSIDE MY HEART BUT IT GOT BURIED IN MY FEAR IT TORE THE WIRING OF MY BRAIN I DID MY BEST TO KEEP IT CLEAR SO DEAR NO MATTER HOW WE PART I HOLD YOU SWEETLY IN MY HEAD AND IF I DO NOT MISS A PART OF YOU A PART OF ME IS DEAD IF I CANT LOVE YOU AS A LOVER I WILL LOVE YOU AS A FRIEND AND I WILL LAY A BED BEFORE YOU KEEP YOU SAFE UNTIL THE END

[stewykablooey]

i do want to get into it actually, how its so funny and insane how much ken and stewy downplay their relationship when they’re in ‘public’ and when they’re around logan. introduced to us at the coffeehouse as touchy smiley very close very good very old friends and then in the scene at waystar when logan walks in it’s 95% them speaking by giving each other looks. stewy’s ‘ken. long time.’ in front of the group like they’re two people running into each other and like stewy didn’t literally orchestrate this whole thing to see kendall and then as soon as they break away its ‘can we talk about us’ and ‘i love you man’ and stewy wanting to go talk somewhere even more private. them hugging outside the pub in england vs leaving room for jesus any time they were in the same vicinity at the wedding. and kendall’s cordial little handshake when they meet in greece. and yeah sometimes its just time and place and sometimes its because they’re fighting and sometimes its because they’re surrounded by people who scrutinize affection and most times its because those people are logan. but its still so funny and insane.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

oooooh time after time (timestamp) for sorry about the blood in your mouth? <3

omg. ok I saw this ask and I was like “I should write something for this” lol

the epilogue of sorry about the blood in your mouth takes place in january 1999 and there’s like. a full year between the end of the actual story and when the epilogue takes place. so in my own personal headcanon for my own story that I wrote, I think that Eddie moves in with Steve in his apartment over the Grindhouse in Indianapolis almost immediately after filming wraps. I actually like to think that they tried long-distance for a couple months, even though neither of them really wanted that and Eddie had already pretty much decided he’d be moving in with Steve after the first time they’d kissed again on set, but they were afraid of rushing things and being impulsive so they try to be “normal” for five seconds before Eddie finally breaks and asks if he can come live with Steve lol (they still keep Eddie’s place for when Eddie has to travel for work)

before the 1999 GG, Eddie doesn’t have a ton of time to do much writing, since he’s doing press and interviews for tell the devil I’m waiting (both the film and the book!!). he starts a few projects but abandons them after one or two pages. around Christmas 1998 I like to think Eddie starts seriously considering a new project, writing single scenes here and there, scraps of paper left around the apartment or shoved into his jeans pocket. they always make Steve smile when he finds them, tidying up or doing the laundry.

a few months after the GG ceremony, Eddie presents Steve with a new manuscript, freshly written. “read it,” Eddie tells him, shoving it into his hands. “tell me what you think when you’re done.” Steve spends the next few days doing nothing but working, sleeping, and reading Eddie’s pages. when he’s done, late on a Tuesday evening, he finds Eddie already in their bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a book of his own. he looks up when Steve comes into the room. Steve swallows. “it’s us?” he says, like it’s a question, even though it’s fairly obvious. “it’s us,” Eddie tells him, smiling softly. “is that okay?” Steve can’t do anything but kiss Eddie, right on the mouth.

about six months later, a new romance novel from some new author named Emily Munroe is breaking records, moving up the NYT bestseller list faster than Eddie can even blink. it’s the story of a famous film director who reconnects with his long-lost high school sweetheart, ten years after they’d tragically parted ways. Brad Pitt and Christian Bale play the leads in the film adaptation and award-winning screenwriter Eddie Munson takes on the screenplay, guaranteeing the movie has a huge opening weekend. the premiere screens to rave reviews.

after the success of the romance novel, Eddie decides it’s time to make an honest woman out of Steve, so they have some kind of commitment ceremony, whether that’s a wedding or something else I’m not entirely sure. but everyone’s there. Robin is Steve’s best man. Max officiates.

Eddie continues writing both romance under his pseudonym and horror under his own name—he’s able to draw on inspiration from his own life for both genres—and Steve continues to expertly run his coffeehouse. they travel frequently to California to visit the kids, who are pretty much all based there now.

and then they live happily ever after :) 💖

[thetroublewithhim]

Fitz and Sebastian - Found You (Closed Starter)

Fitz took a moment just as he was about to cross the street to the trendy coffeehouse to meet up with Sebastian. He just wanted a moment to look at him. Ever since they both run into each other as guests at a wedding Fitz had come to terms with a simple fact, he was still in love with Sebastian. Even after all these years, after different relationships, careers, growing up, travelling and all the shit life throws at them there was still this spark they shared.  Sebastian had a partner, he was in a relationship, a pretty serious one from the sounds of what Seb had told him at the wedding. He still had a partner when they danced together, shared wine and then kissed on the balcony of Fitz’s hotel suite room. Fitz knew that just because he was in love with Sebastian didn’t mean he got to keep him, it didn’t mean that he was the one he got to hold at night or build a life together. There were many reasons that Sebastian could not want him back, very respectable, very reasonable and possibly good reasons Seb would want to go in a different direction. Reasons that Fitz would never hold against him or blame him for considering.  Fitz hopped across the street, looking both ways as he shook his curls from his eye. He was wearing a white oversized dress shirt tucked into wide-legged linen trousers, a brown leather belt and brown loafers. His sunglasses were doing their best to push back is curly brown locks. He made sure to wear cologne with hints of sandalwood.  “Hello handsome, thank you for waiting for me. Parking around her is like the fucking hunger games” he chuckled as he slipped his car keys in his pocket and lent down to give Sebastian a hug.  @sebastiansmythexx

[pipitwrites]

98!

so. i do have a longer google doc however it’s been taking me... a while... to figure out some things ;;;; so in the interest of answering your ask before the year 2022 is officially over!!! here is an excerpt of the most current draft (will this change in the future? possibly!!! who can say?? sdlkfjlkjglkg)

“mamma mia” by abba. sebchal, LMAO, i can only be grateful that it was not “does your mother know.”

Sebastian did not know what to expect when he found the wedding invitation in his mailbox, stuck between the folds of a National Geographic magazine which he tucked away for later. The wedding was to be held on a remote Greek island at the height of summer with a picturesque fairy tale village by the water, judging from the tasteful watercolor illustrations on the included map. Sebastian had never been invited to a wedding that required its own visitors’ guide.

“I don’t understand,” Sebastian told Fabian on the phone. “What would I do there?”

Sebastian had only vague memories of Arthur, mostly from family photos on Charles’s phone and the one Christmas dinner that Sebastian had been asked to attend, studiously off-hand by Charles while Sebastian was preoccupied with a phone call from Britta about a possible new book chapter. He had nodded to Charles and then found himself spirited onto a plane to southern Europe three weeks later during his precious winter break, but Charles had looked so pleased that Sebastian had been charmed into rare silence. Arthur had still been a child then, not yet his own person, and Sebastian could not remember ever holding a single conversation with him (on the other hand, there had been several conversations with the eldest brother Lorenzo, each one less comforting than the last, which Sebastian had accepted as his due). In all, there was no reason for Sebastian to be invited to the youngest Leclerc brother’s wedding.

“It can be a vacation. You haven’t gone on one for a while,” Fabian suggested. There was a shout from his end of the call that was not acceptable for polite company.

“I can’t go anyway, I have classes to prepare,” Sebastian said. Fabian remained suspiciously quiet as something exploded again in the background. “Are you playing a game right now?”

Fabian’s reply was not particularly reassuring. “Fuck, I have to leave, this fucking campaign is shit,” he swore. “And you do nothing! That’s what a vacation is for.”

Sebastian found there was nothing he could argue about that, which was just as well as Fabian had already hung up on him. He dropped the RSVP card into the mailbox the next day with a lingering sense of unease and hoped that he wouldn’t regret it.

* * * 

After their second break-up (or third, if you followed Charles’s counting, which Sebastian did not), Sebastian had run into Charles at the small independent café two blocks down from his apartment. Sebastian had considered—rather reasonably, he had felt—the coffeehouse to be his, but Charles had always liked their pastries. Charles could be surprisingly unaffected by such matters as meeting one’s ex-lover in the same bakery that had served as the backdrop of their lovers’ quarrel while being avidly watched by a pink-haired barista, who Sebastian was almost certain had been in his Introduction to Conservation Biology course that fall.

“Charles,” Sebastian had greeted him by the pick-up counter with a creeping sense of inevitability.

“Seb.” Charles had nodded at Sebastian as he took another bite from his pain au chocolat. A crumb had clung bravely to the delicate Cupid’s bow of his mouth and Sebastian had sighed, snagging a napkin before rubbing at Charles's mouth. “Do not,” Charles had mumbled, mouth full of pastry, but it had been teasing, sweet, rather than hardened in the disappointment that Sebastian had remembered from the last time they had been together in the same room.

Sebastian had crumpled the napkin into the center of his palm and had brushed his thumb across the upturned corner of Charles’s mouth. “Come back to my place,” he had said, not quite asking, and Charles’s face had finally given way to a true smile in reply.

His mouth had remained just as soft and hungry when Sebastian had him pressed against the door to his apartment a few hurried minutes later and then Sebastian’s waiting bed.

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Explore 10 Romantic Places in Europe Honeymoon Packages

Embarking on a honeymoon in Europe is a dream come true for many couples, with its charming cities, breathtaking landscapes, and rich history providing the perfect backdrop for romance. If you're planning your post-wedding getaway, our Europe honeymoon packages offer an unforgettable journey through some of the continent's most romantic destinations. Here, we unveil 10 enchanting places you won't want to miss. 1. Paris, France: Begin your European honeymoon in the City of Love, Paris. Take a leisurely stroll along the Seine River, admire the iconic Eiffel Tower illuminated at night, and savor gourmet French cuisine at quaint bistros tucked away in charming neighborhoods in our Europe honeymoon packages. 2. Venice, Italy: Lose yourselves in the timeless beauty of Venice, where winding canals and historic palaces create an atmosphere of romance at every turn. Glide along the Grand Canal in a gondola, explore hidden alleyways hand-in-hand, and share a kiss beneath the Bridge of Sighs. 3. Santorini, Greece: Experience the magic of Santorini, with its whitewashed buildings perched on cliffs overlooking the azure waters of the Aegean Sea. Watch the sunset from Oia's famous viewpoint, indulge in fresh seafood at seaside tavernas, and unwind in a private villa with a panoramic view. 4. Prague, Czech Republic: Discover the fairytale charm of Prague, where cobblestone streets, medieval architecture, and romantic bridges create a picturesque setting for your honeymoon. Explore the Prague Castle, stroll through the Old Town Square, and enjoy a candlelit dinner in a historic cellar restaurant. 5. Amalfi Coast, Italy: Fall in love all over again on the Amalfi Coast, where dramatic cliffs, colorful villages, and crystal-clear waters combine to create a paradise for honeymooners. Drive along the scenic coastal road, swim in secluded coves, and savor limoncello overlooking the Mediterranean. 6. Vienna, Austria: Immerse yourselves in the grandeur of Vienna, known for its elegant palaces, classical music, and vibrant café culture. Attend a performance at the Vienna State Opera, take a romantic horse-drawn carriage ride through the city center, and indulge in decadent pastries at a traditional coffeehouse. 7. Cinque Terre, Italy: Escape to the idyllic villages of Cinque Terre, where colorful houses cling to cliffs overlooking the Ligurian Sea. Hike along scenic coastal trails, sample freshly caught seafood in quaint trattorias, and toast to your love with a glass of local wine at sunset. 8. Dubrovnik, Croatia: Explore the medieval charm of Dubrovnik, with its ancient city walls, marble streets, and stunning Adriatic Sea views. Walk hand-in-hand along the city walls, dine al fresco in a hidden courtyard, and take a boat ride to the nearby island of Lokrum for a secluded beach picnic. 9. Lake Bled, Slovenia: Experience the romance of Lake Bled, a picture-perfect destination nestled in the Julian Alps. Take a traditional wooden boat to the island church of Assumption, ring the wishing bell together, and hike to Bled Castle for panoramic views of the emerald-green lake below in our Europe honeymoon packages. 10. Barcelona, Spain: Conclude your European honeymoon in the vibrant city of Barcelona, where art, architecture, and culture collide. Marvel at the whimsical designs of Antoni Gaudí, stroll along the tree-lined streets of the Gothic Quarter, and unwind on the golden sands of Barceloneta Beach. In conclusion, our Europe honeymoon packages offer an unforgettable journey through some of the continent's most romantic destinations. From the iconic landmarks of Paris to the hidden gems of the Amalfi Coast, each stop promises moments of magic and memories to last a lifetime book your Europe honeymoon packages.

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Brewing Harmony: The Cultural Significance of Coffee in Various Regions

What is The Cultural Significance of Coffee? Coffee has been cultivated and consumed in various regions of the world for centuries and has become an integral part of many cultures. The modernization of coffee and its unique forms across cultures are markers of tradition and modern changes across continents.Coffee culture appears in the way in which people consume coffee, the way they make it, and where coffee is served and shared.Each of these factors combined reflects the lives of the people in these countries and the importance of coffee across the world.Countries have cultivated coffee beans into various vehicles to satisfy needs unique to each country.Whether it be for energy, socialization, or tradition, the cultivation of coffee has served as a motivating force in the world.Coffee has a rich cultural history, and its significance varies from region to region.In the Middle East, coffeehouses were once centers of social and intellectual activity.In Europe, coffeehouses played an important role in the spread of Enlightenment ideas.In Latin America, coffee production helped to shape the economies of many countries.In North America, coffeehouses were popular gathering places for merchants and politicians.Today, coffee is a global phenomenon, and its cultural significance continues to evolve. Table of Contents The Cultural Significance of Coffee in the Middle East Coffee is believed to have originated in the Middle East, and it has a long and rich history in this region.Coffeehouses were first established in the Middle East in the 15th century, and they quickly became popular centers of social and intellectual activity.Coffee is still seen as a symbol of hospitality and friendship in the Middle East, and it is often served to guests as a sign of welcome.In the Middle East, coffee is traditionally brewed in a small pot called a dallah. The coffee is then served in small cups called finjans. Coffee is often served with dates or other sweets.Coffee is an important part of many social and cultural events in the Middle East. It is served at weddings, funerals, and other gatherings. It is also often served during business meetings and other formal occasions.In recent years, there has been a growing trend of opening up modern coffee shops in the region.These coffee shops offer a variety of coffee drinks, as well as other food and beverages.Coffee remains an important part of the region's culture and traditions.Here are some specific examples of the cultural significance of coffee in different Middle Eastern countries: Saudi Arabia In Saudi Arabian culture, coffee is a traditional companion at meetings, weddings, and a wide variety of social events.Serving Arabic coffee is an important aspect of hospitality in Arab societies and is considered a ceremonial act of generosity.Coffee-making begins with the selection of beans, which are lightly roasted in a shallow pan over a fire, then placed into a copper mortar, and pounded with a copper pestle.The coffee grounds are placed into a large copper coffee pot; water is added and the pot is placed on the fire.Once brewed, it is poured into a smaller coffee pot from which it is poured into small cups.The most important or oldest guest is served first, filling a quarter of the cup, which can then be refilled.Common practice is to drink at least one cup but not exceed three.Arabic coffee is made and enjoyed by men and women from all segments of society, particularly in the home.The sheiks and heads of tribes who serve Arabic coffee in their meeting spaces, elderly Bedouin men and women, and owners of coffee trading shops are considered the main bearers.Knowledge and traditions are passed on within the family through observation and practice.Young family members also accompany their elders to the market to learn how to select the best coffee beans.Coffee has played an integral role in Saudi Arabian heritage. Turkey Coffee has been an integral part of Turkish culture for centuries, with a rich history and traditional methods of preparation.Turkish coffee combines special preparation and brewing techniques with a rich communal traditional culture.The freshly roasted beans are ground to a fine powder; then the ground coffee, cold water, and sugar are added to a coffee pot and brewed slowly on a stove to produce the desired foam.The beverage is served in small cups, accompanied by a glass of water, and is mainly drunk in coffee houses where people meet to converse, share news, and read books.The tradition itself is a symbol of hospitality, friendship, refinement, and entertainment that permeates all walks of life.In 2013, Turkish coffee culture and tradition were inscribed on the Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO. Yemen Coffee has been an integral part of Yemeni culture for centuries, with a rich history and traditional methods of preparation.Yemen is believed to be the birthplace of coffee, where it was first cultivated and traded.The port of Mocha, located in present-day Yemen, played a significant role in the spread of coffee beyond the Arabian Peninsula.Coffee rapidly moved into the secular sphere and spread along trade and pilgrimage routes across the Arabian Peninsula to Egypt and the Levant, reaching Istanbul in the early 1500s.Coffeehouses emerged as places where people of different backgrounds could socialize on an equal footing.Although coffee encountered disapproval from religious and political authorities with frequent attempts to ban it, the passion for it prevailed and coffee became an essential part of daily life, consumed in public coffeehouses and at home. Egypt Egypt has a rich history of coffee consumption, with coffeehouses being an integral part of the country's social and cultural fabric.Coffee is a symbol of hospitality in Egypt, and it is customary to offer guests a cup of coffee upon their arrival.The traditional method of preparing coffee in Egypt involves roasting the beans with cardamom and then grinding them into a fine powder.The coffee is then brewed in a special pot called a cezve, which is heated over a stove.Egyptian coffee is known for its strong flavor and is often served with dates or other sweets. Coffeehouses in Egypt are popular gathering places for people to socialize, play games, and discuss politics.In conclusion, coffee has played an important role in Egyptian culture for centuries. Iran In Iran, coffee occupies a unique cultural niche, blending history, hospitality, and tradition.While tea remains the dominant beverage, coffee, known as "qahve," holds a special place in Iranian culture.It's often served to guests as a symbol of warmth and welcome.Preparing coffee, usually flavored with cardamom, exemplifies the country's blend of Middle Eastern and Persian influences.Coffeehouses, or "qahveh khaneh," have been centers of socialization and intellectual exchange for centuries, fostering conversation and camaraderie.In Iran, coffee represents more than just a drink; it's a testament to the enduring importance of connection, conversation, and the rich tapestry of Persian heritage.Simply put coffee is more than just a beverage in the Middle East; it's a time-honored ritual deeply embedded in the cultural fabric.The aromatic scent of freshly brewed Arabic coffee wafts through homes and gatherings, symbolizing warmth and hospitality.The Middle East's coffee culture revolves around the traditional preparation of Arabic coffee, often served with dates, signifying welcome and respect.The coffee house, or "qahveh khaneh", is a hub for socializing, discussion, and storytelling. Coffee in this region embodies tradition, tradition, and a shared sense of community. The Cultural Significance of Coffee in the Europe Coffee was introduced to Europe in the 16th century and quickly became popular among the upper classes.Coffeehouses began to appear in major European cities, and they became popular gathering places for artists, writers, and intellectuals.Coffeehouses played an essential role in the spread of Enlightenment ideas, and they helped to foster a sense of civic engagement.In the 17th century, coffeehouses were banned in some European countries, such as France and Italy, because they were seen as threats to the established order.However, coffeehouses continued to be popular, and they eventually became legal again.Today, coffee is a popular drink in all of Europe. There are coffee shops on every corner. Coffee is also associated with relaxation and socializing, and it is a common way to start the day or to meet up with friends.In some European countries, coffee has a particularly strong cultural significance. For example, in Italy, coffee is an essential part of the daily routine.Italians typically drink espresso, a strong, concentrated coffee, in the morning and afternoon.Coffee is also a popular drink in Greece, where it is often served with a small piece of cake or pastry.The cultural significance of coffee in Europe is constantly evolving.In recent years, there has been a growing interest in specialty coffees, such as single-origin coffees and cold brew coffee.There is also a growing emphasis on sustainability, and many coffee shops are now sourcing their coffee from ethical and sustainable farms.Here are some specific examples of the cultural significance of coffee in different European countries: Italy In Italy, coffee is an art form and a way of life, which is deeply ingrained in the nation's culture. The Italian "espresso" is more than a quick caffeine fix; it's a daily ritual and a symbol of la dolce vita - the sweet life.The café, or "caffetteria," is a social hub where Italians gather for quick shots of coffee and animated conversations.Italian coffee culture places a premium on quality, with "baristas" perfecting the art of espresso-making.The "caffè sospeso" tradition, where patrons buy an extra coffee for someone in need, exemplifies Italy's values of generosity and community.In Italy, coffee is a sensory experience and a celebration of life's simple pleasures. Greece In Greece, coffee isn't just a beverage; it's a cultural institution, a ritual that embodies the essence of Greek hospitality and social life.The "Greek coffee", prepared in small pots called "briki", which is almost identical to a Turkish "Cezve", and served in demitasse cups, is more than just a caffeine boost.It's a symbol of connection, shared moments, and conversation.Greek coffeehouses, known as "kafeneia," have been gathering places for generations, where people engage in animated discussions, play backgammon, or simply savor the moment.Coffee in Greece transcends its taste; it's a cherished tradition that reflects the warmth, festivity, and strong sense of community that defines Greek culture. France Coffeehouses were banned in France in the 17th century, but they became legal again in the 18th century. Today, coffee is a popular drink in France, and there are coffee shops on every corner.In France, coffee is more than a daily caffeine fix; it's a cornerstone of culture and friendliness.The French café, with its iconic sidewalk tables and bustling atmosphere, represents a cherished institution where people gather to savor coffee and engage in leisurely conversation.From the aromatic espresso to the milky café au lait, coffee plays a pivotal role in French daily life. The "café gourmand", pairing coffee with a selection of miniature desserts, exemplifies the French art of indulgence.Coffeehouses have historically been hubs for artistic exchange and intellectual discussions, making coffee an integral part of France's cultural heritage and a symbol of refined living.

Have a Coffee With Some Desserts Germany In Germany, coffee isn't just a beverage; it's a cherished tradition steeped in history and social connection.Coffeehouses, known as "kaffeehäuser," have been pivotal in shaping the nation's cultural landscape for centuries.These establishments have been hubs for intellectual discourse, artistic gatherings, and social interaction, much like their European counterparts.German coffee culture has given rise to iconic coffee concoctions such as "kaffee verkehrt" (coffee with milk) and "eiskaffee" (iced coffee).Moreover, the tradition of "kaffee und kuchen" (coffee and cake) on Sunday afternoons is a cherished family ritual.Germans also enjoy coffee cocktails, such as the Affogato, which is made with espresso and vanilla ice cream.In Germany, coffee embodies both the warmth of hospitality and the vibrant fabric of culture and history. United Kingdom In the United Kingdom, coffee has undergone a remarkable transformation from a beverage of foreign allure to an integral part of daily life.While tea traditionally held sway, the emergence of coffeehouses in the 17th century fueled intellectual discourse and social interaction.Today, coffee culture thrives with a plethora of independent cafes and international chains.The "flat white" and "cappuccino" are spoken as fluently as any foreign language.Coffeehouses serve as hubs for work, study, and socialization, nurturing a sense of community.Coffee in the UK represents a dynamic fusion of global influences and timeless British traditions, epitomizing the nation's openness to cultural exchange.In Europe, coffee is more than just a morning pick-me-up; it's a cultural institution. From the elegant cafes of Vienna to the bustling espresso bars of Italy, coffee plays a central role in European social life.Coffeehouses have historically been centers of intellectual exchange, where artists, writers, and thinkers gathered to share ideas. The European café is a place where friendships are forged, business deals struck, and conversations flow freely.Each country has its unique coffee traditions, from the strong Turkish coffee in the Balkans to the creamy cortado in Spain. In Europe, coffee is a cherished tradition, an art form, and a symbol of sophistication and friendliness. The Cultural Significance of Coffee in Latin America Coffee is a major crop in Latin America, and it has played an important role in the region's economy and culture for centuries. Coffee is grown in many Latin American countries, including Brazil, Colombia, and Guatemala.In Latin America, it is a common way to start the day or to meet up with friends over coffee. Coffee is also seen as a symbol of hospitality and friendship. In many Latin American countries, it is customary to offer guests a cup of coffee.Coffee is also an important economic crop in Latin America. It is a major source of income for many farmers and their families. Coffee production has helped to lift millions of people out of poverty in Latin America.The cultural significance of coffee in Latin America is constantly evolving. In recent years, there has been a growing trend of specialty coffee shops opening up in the region.Here are some specific examples of the cultural significance of coffee in different Latin American countries: Brazil In Brazil, coffee is not just a beverage; it's a cultural phenomenon that has shaped the nation's identity and economy. As the world's largest coffee producer, Brazil's cultural connection to coffee runs deep.The country's iconic "cafezinho", a small, strong coffee served throughout the day, symbolizes Brazilian hospitality and socialization.Coffee farming has played a pivotal role in Brazil's history, shaping rural communities and regional identities.The cafe culture, from the lively streets of São Paulo to the tranquil countryside, embodies Brazil's vibrant spirit.Coffee represents tradition, family, and a shared love for the rich flavors that unite Brazilians and serve as a warm welcome to visitors. Colombia In Colombia, coffee is more than just a beverage; it's a national treasure and a cornerstone of the country's cultural identity.Known for producing some of the world's finest Arabica beans, Colombia's coffee industry has deeply shaped its history and culture.The Read the full article

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▸   @multibg​   ⟶   ❛  “Will you still be my friend?” (kyle @ tweek…… 🥺)  ❜   ╱   (  fruits basket , accepting .  )

Having Kyle step through the front door caused Tweek’s anxiety to spike, and he still hasn’t recovered, hands shaking, pulse hammering in his throat, unable to make eye contact.  He tried to explain that the coffeehouse wasn’t open yet, and he was still getting things set up, but that didn’t seem to perturb Kyle any.  He at least set the other up with a plain cup of coffee, unable to do much else at the moment, but scared of what might happen if he did nothing.  He has spent so long avoiding Kyle out of respect after the other said he didn’t want to see Tweek anymore, and now here he is, intentionally putting himself in Tweek’s space and making it impossible to get away from him.

Finally, Kyle reveals his intentions—will you still be my friend?  Tweek’s jaw sets hard, and he exhales sharply through his nose, eyes darting rapidly over the contents of the cardboard box he has busied himself with unpacking.  He wants to say so much in response to that that it’s hard for him to say anything, overwhelmed by over a decade of thoughts, all shoving each other for their opportunity to slip off his tongue first.  He wants to say that the time to be his friend was years ago when he first came back into Kyle’s life and expressed interest in rekindling that connection.  He wants to say that Kyle told him to stay away ‘until he was better,’ and Tweek doesn’t know how ‘better’ the other wants him to be because he may be sober, but he’s still fucking crazy, he’s still fucking sick.  He wants to say that he’s never tried to be anything other than good and kind and warm to Kyle, and the man has consistently assumed the goddamn worst about him, holding crimes of which he’s nowhere close to guilty against him.

Craig and Kyle fought about Tweek often enough, and Craig often relayed the details of those fights to Tweek, so it’s not like he doesn’t know what Kyle has been saying about him behind closed doors.  One time, Craig told him that Kyle was mad that he was trying to help Tweek, and Tweek replied, That doesn’t surprise me.  Kyle wants me fucking dead.

He doesn’t want you dead, Craig tried to argue, flashing wounded blue eyes up at him.

Actions speak louder than words.  And that shut Craig up. He looked like he wanted to say more but couldn’t because he knew Tweek was right—Kyle was certainly acting like he wanted him dead by walking away from him and trying to convince others that they ought to do the same.

Tweek turns more fully away from Kyle so he can swipe at his eyes, which have started to well with tears.  Then, he hurries through unpacking the dishes left in the box, his hands shaking more with lividity than anxiety at this point, and he worries he might drop them as he throws them into cupboards as quickly as possible with the intention to organize them properly later.  Right now, he wants to get them out of Kyle’s face, dishes Craig paid for, which was evidently the source of the couple’s most recent disagreement.  It’s not fair, it’s not fair—he has never wanted to cause problems for them.  He is so sick of being wrapped up in their business and drama that he cannot go to their wedding in good faith.

“Sorry, I’m full up,” he says, even though he can name three people at most that he can really consider his friends.  “You’ll have to settle for ‘decent acquaintance.’”

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Rachel let out a soft laugh as Max tried to not acknowledge the fact that she'd called herself lame. "Well Walter makes sure I do other things. I guess that's what happens when your dog is really the only type of child you can have. Plus, you know how I like to visit all the different coffeehouses and cafes around Providence Peak to keep myself occupied." She joked, feeling a little more able to breathe now that they were walking and it felt nice to be able to touch him. She missed his touch. "I am going to do an e-vite for everyone, but consider yours a VIP invite since you got a verbal one. It'll have all the details though, and yeah no need to bring anything just yourself and wear black." Rachel shared, not really too pressed on whether it was casual or formal black attire, but she just thought it would be fun to have a dress code.

She was a tad surprised, stopping her steps for a moment as she looked up to Max. "This wouldn't happen to be Emmy and Verda's wedding? Because I am going to be there and Emmy was talking to me about how I should get my first tattoo at the reception! I also mentioned you and how good of an artist you are. Not that I think she listened to me about that and I'm sure other people told her about how awesome you guys are." Rachel didn't want him to think she was trying to take credit for his job whatsoever, but just was excited to hear about it. "That's really awesome, I'm excited to see what you guys do, Maximiliano!"

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Had he done something wrong? Had his harmless joke missed its mark? The short reply caused his thoughts to spiral, but something else entirely crossed his mind as she mentioned the book and planning her birthday. Walter was good though? As in she'd never thought of having children of her own, or didn't want them? The touch at his arm was nearly enough to anchor him back to reality, to jolt him into the moment at the renaissance faire, but he lingered a little longer in his own head before he forced himself out and cleared his throat. "Writing a book, planning your own birthday party. How do you have the time to do anything these days? Are you sending out invites, or is that the official one?"

He didn't have much practice in gift giving, but getting her something that meant more than the dollar sign on the price tag was important. "I've been alright. I have a wedding I'm helping out with at the end of the month. Someone asked Omar if he'd do a tattoo booth, so he asked me to help." He and Omar had been bouncing ideas off of one another, all while trying to gather enough supplies to ensure that the wedding went off without a hitch.

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