#every day i thank god for being jamaican

[muirneach]

i havent eaten a real hearty meal in ages it feels like but i just got home and my mama made jerk chicken and rice and peas and roasted broccoli+cauliflower oh my god humanity restored

[st-armand]

Author’s Notes: Ha, yall thought that the Plug!Hobie fic was gunna be posted first, gotta keep yall on your toes. I finished this first so here it is <3 Also any content by me about Hobie his age is 21-24. Im also looking for people to beta read.

CWs: Mention of piercing gone wrong, suggestive, stealing, not beta read

 Random Hobie Brown Headcanons

He has/had more piercings, notably a pair of sub-clavicle piercings, a belly piercing and nipples piercings (I know other people headcanon him as having a prince albert, but god I know that shit hurts so we’ll be skipping for now). He took those out because they kept getting caught in the frayed fabrics of his clothing, and especially worse his spider suit.

His final straw was amidst fighting a foe, he sustained several injuries, but he was horrified looking at the ripped skin of his clavicle, frantically looking for the bar and the flesh still attached, he did, but it was deep in the crevices of his suit and didn’t find it until after repairing it.

That was enough to get rid of all his torso piercings.

Hobie is extremely anal retentive when it comes to the upkeep of his piercings though, every night, maybe except those he’s really incapacitated from battle. He spends so much time in the morning carefully soaking q-tips in saline to clean the puncture holes, if he can take the jewelry out to let it soak in peroxide for a few hours.

You both fight over the real estate of the sink and its mirror, until you ask (threaten) him to get you a vanity so you both can have space to get ready, he does and its gorgeous; a vintage one he found abandoned on a side street.

But this doesn’t stop him taking up vanity space.

“Feel pretty sitting here luv”

Hobie is of Jamaican heritage, I headcanon that his grandmother is his only living relative, and he dedicates so much time taking care of her in her old age, despite their arguments about Hobie being able to be free, and not held down by family. She knows she won’t have many years left, and she may want to embrace him in her love for these final years, but she also doesn’t want him to feel a great heartbreak at the loss.

That being said he visits her every few days, stopping by for some beef patties, jerk chicken, curries of all kind, taking home the bulk containers of sorrell and ginger beer, Grandma Brown doesn’t question how her lanky streetlight grandson has gotten so strong and fit over the last few years, or how he’s able to take the large crates back to his flat.

She has her suspicions and theories, but she would rather not pry if it could end in harm for the both of them.

When he’s off being spiderman, or doing shows and odd jobs, you take up the mantle, visiting Grandma Brown and aiding her around the home, Grandma Brown gets to sit back comfortably as you take over cleaning and seasoning the chicken, she trusts you to remember all the ingredients she uses to make Hobie feel like he’s still a child with how nostalgic the food makes him.

She genuinely loves having you around, but she also loves to tease her grandson, “Don’t know what you see in that boy, he should kiss the ground you walk on darling,”

 

And that’s not to say he doesn’t. The undercurrent of his unruffled attitude, is an adoration for you, he loves you in a way he can’t even put into words for his songs. He thanks whatever cosmic source there is for dropping you in his lap, like a starved dog given shelter, and cared for the rest of its life.

Sometimes you catch him staring at you deeply, teasing the inside of his lip piercing with his tongue causing it to wiggle around, youre locked into his penetrating gaze, you feel critically wounded by his affection, it always comes in sudden frothing sea waves, cooling your body, leaving you to yearn for the warmth of the sun that is his love.

 

Hobie isn’t the type of punk to wear sexually suggestive clothing, but he does use riskier photos of you or the both of you, faces obscured or cropped, and edited heavily with grain to make it look vintage, he takes them to a vendor he works with closely for band merch and has them screen print the design on shirts for the both of you, loves wearing them during concerts especially to ward off erratic fans.

 

You let Hobie pester you about getting a piercing, which you know you can’t handle the pain for, but you humor him.

“Luv ya need some metal on that leng face of yours” He’ll say every few weeks, despite knowing the answer, insanity is doing the same thing knowing the results won’t change, Hobie’s fine with being insane if it means maybe one day your resolve will crack and he can see you two with matching jewelry.

He often ponders about what gems and metals would look best, the color, the shape, the size, and how all these can complement that enticing face of yours.

 

Steals you clothes (duh not original, but considering my taste of clothes…), and I don’t mean a few pieces here and there, he actively searches for things that will compliment your wardrobe, and in the span of a few months together your closet has doubled in size.

One day you say you’re interested in latex, he’s going to barter with some craftsperson to get you a few items to experiment with, maybe a few gloves.

You say you want to be corporate goth (I don’t see people ever adding corp goth to their alternative reader fics) ? He’s nicking the most gorgeous pants and skirt suits he can find, getting accessories and sitting beside you as you customize the outfits together.

Like high fashion, Thierry Mugler or VW? He has no problems with linking up with Black Cat to get into stock warehouses and design studios to steal some, Black Cat teases him by saying ‘You owe me for this bug.’ But she gets compensation by nicking a bunch of clothes for herself.After the fact they bound off in separate directions carrying webbed satchels of merchandise.

You know he stole them, in fact youre proud he was able to do it with ease.

(He doesn’t tell you Black Cat helped him, you wrongly assume they are attracted to each other, but Black Cat is actually a lesbian, he’s seen her in costume as a spectator of a dyke march parade under the guise of ‘watching out for the community’, he doesn’t tell her he’s seen her sneaking off into a civilian woman’s apartment, he’s happy to keep the city safe enough for everyone to nurture love.)

You wear these outfits with pride, sauntering down the street as an orchestra of gawks, and stares fills the area, blown away by the complexities of the outfit, and attention to detail to every complimentary aspects of the look, the essence of slay cunt one could say.

When Hobie’s there walking alongside you, he lets a hand glide to your lower back, urging you to walk faster, whispering into your ear,

“Walk faster luv, don’t you wanna give them a show?”

And scene. Hope yall enjoyed these, I aint great at british slang so be patient and give tips!

Comments, questions, criticisms? Let me know!

Request are OPEN

[ciggylungz]

Mark My Territory

Blurb night: 3.2k

(Request:harry and y/n having yatch sex and blurry pap pics get out ***) + (request: Jealous possessive Harry angsty/angry smut !!! Plsss hehe thank you ❤️)

Warnings: face spitting, painal, dominant Harry, pain kink, humiliation kink, degrading talk, mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

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Harry has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’ , a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that. Yet she couldn’t deny, if Harry had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be a argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Harry was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

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Right now Y/n has found herself in possessive Harry’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Jamaican waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Harry thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest but she may or may not be pushing a few of Harry’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Harry! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to get cheeky I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.” She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinkin’ about doing it? That top barely cover’s yeh so how do I know you weren’t tryin’ to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?”  his tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Harry do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Harry was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“ the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing “- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys prick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?” when she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow. “You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep lookin’ at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”  

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke, “Belong to you, I’m yours Harry.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed. “Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part “-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Harry had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Harry had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Harry’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip. “-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for m’”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Harry himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Harry, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile. “Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to m’? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Hazzy” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Harry knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys prick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty, you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of whats next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, petal. Not happy with yeh, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Harry before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. during that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Harry flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum. “You made me very upset, love. Hurt m’ feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Goin’ ta’ use that tight little hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Harry would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about. Of course she loved soft Harry too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Harry in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Harry and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Harry’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paps with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke. “Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Harry’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Harry was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Harry’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus H Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you ,you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful ‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation. “Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel m’ spunk leakin out of yeh. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t yeh?”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriends words.

“Yes! Yes I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Harry, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Harry could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his prick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain it’s composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust yeh not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well lets hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if yeh chose to misbehave like that again.”

[petewentzisblack1312]

okay so since you know more than sarah could u give more info?? because i love learning about pete and his blackness as its literally never talked about ANYWHERE else. like thank god for tumblr tbh. sarah is genuinely the only reason ive ever known anything about him in that way but its always been limited so thats why i sent her the ask. i didnt even know ur blog. sorry for sending to her instead of you!!!

oh its fine!! im pretty new on the scene technically. while sarah and i were in the fob fandom at the same time in 2015 ish, i actually left tumblr completely and recently came back!! but anyway, lets talk about petes melanin (my beloved <3)

theres a pretty pervasive narrative, not just around pete but around any black and especially biracial celebrities that theyre ashamed of their blackness or arent "really" black. theres like. a looooooooooong conversation to be had within the black community about this, but to tldr it, the assumption is if you dont look black, you arent black, which for a lot of reasons isnt exactly the case. with him in particular theres a lot of stuff that contributes to this.

most people do not associate the alternative scene and emo especially with black people, so its easy to overlook a lot if someone isnt SUPER obviously black. pete has other ethnic features, like his nose, and is recognizable visually as black except for his skin color. except thats because hes been artificially lightened in photoshoots due to editing and (ALLEGEDLY AND POSSIBLY) lighter foundations. further, he relaxed his hair, which takes away another ethnic feature of his.

there is another aspect to this, which is that black people tan, noticeably and by several shades. you will not notice it if youre like seeing them continuously throughout the year, but as someone who lives in the caribbean and has spent some time in the states, the difference is stark enough to be noticeable. a lightskinned black person may look MUCH paler in the winter compared to in the summer.

in addition, the wealthier you are, the less time you tend to spend in the sun, so ive noticed that black celebrities tend to get lighter as they gain notoriety just because they have like more resources. the reason people from the caribbean tend to become lighter when we go to the states isnt because of less sun, during the summer thats not at all the case, its because the US is more developed so you dont HAVE to spend as much time in the sun.

besides that, hes like genuinely very loud and proud about being black, but all of those attempts are met with backlash. there was the reaction to his natural hair, the reaction to him with cornrows, and the reaction to his very emotional rant about the murder of george floyd. it happens in fobs music too!! ioh for example draws a lot of influence from choral and hymnal arrangements and soul music, not to mention jay-z and babyface working on the album itself, which led to them being labelled sell outs. they also just generally work with rappers more, with lil wayne on tiffany blews and big sean on srar, both of which also led to them being called sell outs. ab/ap as an album draws influence from rap/trap and mixtape culture in the way it was written (thats why its got so many samples), and subsequently got remixed. remember what happened next? mania draws a lot of influence from calypso and dancehall music and features burna boy singing in yoruba patois. that one led to the featured artist getting harassed en masse and multiple (worse) edits of the song without him on it. i dont like it here 💞.

that last point brings me to the fact that while pete definitely loves hardcore and metal, he also has always loved reggae and dancehall. hes half jamaican, spent time in jamaica as a child and listened to his grandparents records, which were. well. reggae and calypso and a little dancehall. if anyone ASKS him about it, hell talk about it willingly and candidly, theres an entire interview from during the hiatus (which i can no longer find rip) where hes asked about and talks about going natural and spending time in jamaica and listening to reggae, which heavily influenced black cards. he visited jamaica during the hiatus! although its unclear if he visited family since literally every news outlet that mentioned it was like "oh tropical getaway <3" unaware that thats where his folks are from

also heres that interview snippet sarah mentioned! i have the full page, its about the early days which is funny bc its just before futct.

theres also some poetry on sarahs blog that she found years ago thats VERY black. i dont like making it easy to find for nonblack people simply because the first time it was unearthed mostly white people were talking about it and the meaning of it went way over everyone elses head so i try to make sure that if people start talking about it they know going in that its about being black and biracial specifically and so that black fans dont feel the way i did when it first surfaced lol

all of this emphatically points to pete genuinely loving his blackness and not trying to hide it and it being something that majorly shaped his life, but genuinely being unable to talk about it bc of public perception.

sorry for talking your ear off!! if you have any specific qs i almost certainly have answers!!

[causticsunshine]

HEYYY!! since you’re a returning larrie, what are the proofs that made you realize they’re still together still going strong ? (see what I did there lol okay bye sorry 😭)

hello! (and yes i did thank you asjfkdkd) sorry this is going to be a bit of a Journey because my time in the fanbase in the og days was pretty isolating and i was going through some Shit for the latter half sooo it might come as a surprise how things turned around for me!

BUT when i came back last year, i started looking into everything from the very beginning because when i left, i completely left. like, didn’t check up on anything or anyone, was super embittered and unhappy and basically believed all the stuff i thought about harry and louis’ relationship was an illusion. so, i wanted to see if everything really was just something i believed because other people said they did, or there was actually something there.

like i won’t lie, i was already drifting in and out of the fanbase in early 2015 and then babygate took me super off-guard—somehow—and was kinda my last straw? so coming back i was thinking, “okay was i actually delusional for four years, or did i let something that was most definitely a stunt coupled with some feelings of resentment undo everything i believed?” because over the four or so years even as i’d randomly listen to some solo music and the old jams i’d get back to thinking about larry and well, after my re-education and some reading into the post-hiatus stunts? it was definitely the latter.

i guess coming back i was kinda on the fence about them still being together without ever having a hard break though, but only because i was still trying to make sense of the big stunt timelines—at least just for a little while—but it didn’t take long for me to make up my mind like “oh nah these bitches have been in love for a whole ass decade”. really, looking into everything from their music released post-1d hiatus to when they’d both seemingly disappear and then reappear around the same time (like i see you, jamaican holidays, and maybe italy too), anon receipts taken with both a grain of salt and a lot of wishful thinking, collectively told me they were together?

if i had to pick some key moments though, i’d definitely go for:

— harry’s “i fell in love to this song” before performing wmyb on tour and straight up not singing louis’ parts in some 1d songs

— louis back pedaling on his stories about listening to abba with his ‘best friend’ and jamming along to 1d on a drive with the same ‘best friend’....like you cannot expect me to believe when he hastily added in the OH AND ME GIRLFRIEND ELEANOR WAS THERE TOO with the latter that that wasn’t damage control, or that ollie was the one who was the supposed best friend in these contexts

— b-stage my beloved....i think about harry looking up in the stands with that special smile and blowing kisses and i know we don’t see him all the time or wholly know him like a friend but i have never seen him give anyone that kind of look before except for louis :’)

— “‘i went to amsterdam without you’ is about going to amsterdam with me girlfriend.....” bro why are you missing her if she’s right there....is it because you ditched her on her birthday to chill with some fellow homosexuals on the gay strip?? and/or because your real beloved actually wasn’t with you??

— ‘come so far since princess park’ aka is there a nonspecific heterosexual explanation for this because i will never believe his intention with that line was to showcase how much has happened to him personally since then, when he and harry were gushing over living together there years after the fact

— harry and kasey musgraves performing shania twain’s iconic love song and kasey changing the lyrics to ‘they’re still together’ to fit a third person narrative instead of just satisfying the role in the duet and harry’s knowing smile when she sang that line like....i guess i love to weep??

— aaaand the interview in which clifford—like audio ‘proofs’ are kinda hard for me to follow because i’m hoh but my ass definitely heard harry hissing something that sounded like ‘clifford’ so i’m counting it—totally gave harry away by barking like a maniac in the background before (presumably) louis yanked him into another room...i definitely think they’ve done video call interviews while the other one has been in the room watching the whole thing (i swear harry was in the room during louis’ hits radio interview for example)

there really are a lot of convincing moments when i really think about it buuut i’ll stop there, because it really was a combination of everything from delving into how some post-hiatus stunts were/are so obvious—louis clearly loathing danielle, eleanor following or preceding every louis post with a hashtag spon, holivia being dead obvious pr fodder while hamille was pointedly formulaic, the entire nonsense that is babygate—to very surface-level lyric analysis, rather than one or two specific events. some may speak louder or not require as much analyzing or investigating as others but all-in-all i think the collective is more reliable than one or two particular moments!

but yeah. there’s just so MUCH that while it’s not as obvious as the old days where we got to see them showcase their love even when they couldn’t sit next to each other in an interview or change lyrics to make their love songs more personal in front of thousands of fans—ie just being in the same vicinity and getting to watch them interact, really—the hinting is nowhere close to non-existent. it’s there, just less obvious and maybe better planned.

tldr; i came back, did some digging, and i’m still:

every god damn day of my life

[sloppy-butcher]

e, n, o, and w for adam francis??

thank you for the request anon <3 its my first time writing dam and i must say THIS MAN NEEDS MORE LOVE, he’s got alot of potential 

;;edit, pls no more fluffy alphabet request thank you :)

Fluffy Alphabet for Adam Francis

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It would be assumed that Adam would take the dominant role in a relationship determined solely on his perceived mannerisms and outward personality. During trials and in polite conversation around the campfire, he appears to be a very confident man, moving forward with the stride of someone who knows what they should do and how best to do it. He credits this to his uncle, a rigorous man who prioritized discipline over anything else. Having had this mindset installed since early childhood, Adam unknowingly portrays his uncle’s philosophy in every word he speaks and in every action he does - by all accounts it would be assumed that he liked to be in control. However, as softness is introduced and you watch as he bends to your affections, it becomes blatantly apparent that he would do anything for you. 

Never had he had anyone as gentle and willing to love him as you, a constant sunlight-beacon in his otherwise dull and draining existence. You gave him your heart in every instance of every day, each time so openly and wholly that it always surprised him. How could someone love so totally? How could someone love HIM so completely? Thus he molds to your whim as the wind does to stone, moving around so as to best to accommodate you and your interests. He wants you for sure and he knows that if he wants something he should fight to keep it. But you weren’t resisting him, you weren’t a fight for him to struggle with. So for once he is passive and likes it when you take the reins and fight for him. 

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Being such a close part of him, Adam would feel obligated to call you by all the household nicknames he was called back from his childhood. He would feel the need to mix past and present and introduce you to how he was shown love all those years ago. His uncle, though a strict man, was not completely devoid of affection and often indulged Adam and called him rather strange and weird nicknames.

His favorites you are are ‘Sunny’, ‘Blossom’ and most definitely ‘Peaches’ - the fruits were such a sweet delicacy, and referring to you as such a fond memory makes him feel fuzzy inside. You certainly were as lovely as those peaches, warm and sun-kissed, beautiful in both looks and taste. 

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It is obvious right away when he starts blowing up generators. Normally the man was an unstoppable force, unfaltering as he saved everyone and fixed machinery. But when you started to occupy more and more of his mind, Adam found it harder to concentrate. It would be his close friend Yui who first notes his odd behavior, raising her eyebrow when he’d stumble or trip over his own words. Adam is like an open book to her, a nerd unable to act his way out of any situation -  he is predictable to a fault and she knows right away that something is up. 

The others catch on quickly (with the encouragement of Yui from the side-lines) and collectively they all watch as Adam tries to work up the courage to ask you out. It was quite a spectacle with some of the survivors taking bets as to whether he’d self-combust before he’d even manage a single word out to you. The watching crowd were all shocked however when finally he made his move - 

It was a most ordinary evening, cooling off from a tiresome day out in the work field running for your life from maniacs with knives when suddenly the peace is disturbed and the feigned tranquility shatters. You feel something troublesome approach you from behind and hesitantly to turn to face it. In the place of what you expected to be a monster was instead a most wretched sight -  it was Adam. He looks smaller than he normally is, his shoulder buckled inward as if in an attempt to pull away into his imaginary shell. Your trepidation melts as you see his hands fidget nervously, his gaze never once plucking up the courage to meet your eyes. He exhales loudly and suddenly stands up straight, surprising you with his spontaneous confidence. He manages a brief, timid glance at your face and says, “Would you... care to... be my partner?” His strange request left you only puzzled at his wording and not so much as the question. You did like him and the idea of getting, even more, closer to him made your heart flutter in anticipation. When Adam catches your confused look he mistakes it for rejection and starts murmuring in disjointed Japanese. ‘I’m sorry. God that sounded so stupid! I’m so stupid!’, he says to your untrained ear, unaware that not only did you not understand him but also that he was starting to accumulate a crowd. It went on for several more minutes, Adam’s unscripted performance before Yui stepped in. She slaps Adam hard on his back causing him to cough and regain some of his composure. She gives him a gentle, sympathetic expression and turns to you. 

“What he means to say is that he likes you. Like a lot. And he is worried that you don’t like him back which is,” Yui rolls her eyes and punches Adam again making him wince from her strength, “ridiculous because you do.” He freezes at her words. 

“I do.” You repeat, stepping closer to him with wide, pleading eyes. You see Adam reel backwards in wild disbelief.  “Like... a lot actually.” his expression is a wordless ‘really?’ and before he could move you leap forward and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He’s stiff as a board, unsure whether to hug you or push you away or to just... stand there. Eventually his better sense takes over and he eases into your embrace, allowing himself to foolishly give in to your advance. From somewhere far behind, a crowd cheers and a disgruntled Ace hands Nea a purple flashlight.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Having a polyglot for a boyfriend has its benefits and that mainly includes being complimented in many different languages!

Adam often serenades you in Japanese, leaning over to you from across the generator and complimenting your outfit or repair skills. You manage to pick up a few words thanks to his many lessons but Yui is always nearby to translate his more fluffier and personal haiku. He blushes like a mad freak when you beckon her over, sometimes he regrets speaking such sweetness to you in words you could not understand. But he determines it all worthwhile when he catches that expression of love bursting onto your features.

He successfully makes you blush with every compliment. All of his utterances carry his thick, nauseating Jamaican accent like badges of honor and it makes your knees weak whenever you hear it directed towards you. It really is a wonderful thing, that voice of his, smooth and dark like chocolate. It was intoxicating and swooned you to the point that you had to sit down. 

Bonus! If you are of a different ethnicity to him, Adam takes it upon himself to learn as much as he can about your heritage and culture. He reads everything he can get his hands one, talks to people of similar background and even pesters you for questions about your life. He’s like an excited puppy whenever you’d offer yourself for answers, bouncing around with a notepad and pen (where exactly he found these items is open for debate). He tries to learn your language as well, asking you to repeat certain phrases over and over again until he successfully memorizes your tongues linguistics. When he finally has it down to the ‘T’, Adam pulls you to the side and whispers in your ear how much he loves you in his newly acquired language. 

[daziechane]

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Did you see what the Pope just did to Jesus on Monday? Like many, we’ve held out hope for Pope Francis and what it would mean if the church could elevate the love of Jesus over the love of power. So far this has not been a good week for those hopes. Jesus taught, whatever you do to the least of us you do to him. For the Catholic Church, all too often the LGBTQ community has been the “least of us” that they just can’t resist putting another boot to. Monday, seemingly at the direction of the Pope, they just had to take another big swing.

Words matter, especially when you say your words are God’s words. Monday the Pope said that the Catholic Church cannot bless unions of persons of the same sex because God cannot bless sin. This is inexcusable. Unless you’ve witnessed it firsthand you really can’t understand what this message will do to so many people, especially to the young. And especially coming from this Pope, who for so many in the gay community came to symbolize the loving, accepting Catholic father figure they never had. For this Pope to call their very being “sin” will be too much for too many. Catholic gay teen suicide is a real thing. Monday it just got much worse.

So for today and tomorrow we’ve expanded our $1 Potato of Love offer to include our entire Official Penzeys Rainbow Spice lineup at just $1 each. And then because the Pope just proved himself to be a Jerk, for today and tomorrow we are offering both our Jerk Pork and Jerk Chicken and Fish Seasonings at half price. These are both really good blends and speak to the awesome wonders and complexities of Jamaican culture. I do look forward to traveling again.

Plus, because what the Pope just did will cause thousands of young gay Catholics to give very serious thought to suicide, we will be giving every one of the dollars we receive from the Rainbow Spices sold and the entire take on Jerk Seasonings to The Trevor Project. They work to, and so very often succeed with, saving the lives that Monday the Pope so carelessly put at such great risk. I know many of you want to support us with every promotion we do, but your spice drawers are overflowing. You could make me most happy by giving anything at all to The Trevor Project. No one should feel alone. Especially this week.

No coupons or codes needed for $1 Rainbow Spices, half-price Jerk Seasonings, or free $3.95 Choose Love Magnet with any purchase. Just visit us at penzeys.com to place your order to be shipped or for touchless pickup outside of one of our stores. And hopefully our sales from this will leave us sending a nice-size check to The Trevor Project. But if you have all the spices you need and more, you directly making a gift and encouraging those you know to do the same would make me even happier. So often those at nonprofits feel so few care. Together us letting them know how much they are appreciated would be just the boost they need this week. Thanks.

And yup, for me this is far too personal. Maybe it’s the topic for tomorrow’s email. I don’t know, it’s hard. To lose someone you care about to this game the Catholic Church has always played with the young members of the LGBTQ community they intentionally draw in sticks with you for life. This Pope was supposed to be better. He isn’t. Please give to The Trevor Project.

This isn’t a gay rights issue, this is a human rights issue. That which you do to the least of us you do to all of us. It’s time for all of us to start saying no to cruelty to those outside the majority. It is what Jesus Christ would do. Johnny Cash, too. And no doubt Joe Caslin below as well. I love his art. And it’s St Patrick’s Day. Time for Irish stew, no need to look further than his mom’s recipe. It’s very good.Thanks for absolutely everything.

And please give to The Trevor Project. I’m guessing your support to them this week means pretty much everything.

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[kemonefrancis]

Good evening everyone! Welcome to Blog #7! Yes, blog number 7; and this is, my final blog on Issues in the Jamaican Law Enforcement! I must say that it was a pleasure sharing with you all on this online platform about some issues found in the Jamaican Law Enforcement. This evening, we are going to switch up a few things. We will not only be discussing issues in Law Enforcement, but also, a law enforcement related case and the issues engraved it. Additionally, I will be sharing what I would do differently if I were a police officer then. The issue that we will be discussing this evening surrounds those in Law Enforcement who are not upholding the law and its citizen’s rights, and we will also be discussing the story of Daniel in the Lion’s den and why he was put in that adverse situation. With that being said, let us get right into it!

Each officer swears an oath to uphold the law and to defend an individual’s constitutional rights. One of the ethical issues that an officer faces daily is the ability to uphold these oaths when they are seemingly contradictory. One of the biggest contradictions can be found in the nation’s drug laws and subsequent drug wars. As such, this forces police officers to act in the best interest of the country. For example, when an individual is caught with a few illegal marijuana seeds, they could face imprisonment, job loss, or lose custody of their children. Those in Law Enforcement could not consider these right to life and liberty issues because they themselves would be violating the law if they do not arrest and charge the individual. Let us now move on to the story of Daniel.

In regards to the Story of Daniel, it can be concluded that his enemies thought of a plan to get rid of him for good. Since they could not find anything that he did unlawful, they decided to make a new law knowing that he would not obey that law. With this thought came, convincing King Darius to sign off on the new law and in so doing, making it official. Simply put, the law had to do with people praying only to or asking for things from the king for 30 days. It was said that whoever breaks the new law would be punished and by that, they meant throwing that person in the lion’s den. Daniel knew about the new law, but he continued to pray to God. The Bible says that he went to his window three times every day to pray. He opened the window and knelt down before the Lord. Therefore, after the law had been signed, Daniel was arrested and was taken to the king to be punished. The story is told that David was thrown into the lion’s den. The Bible also expressed that Daniel was not harmed by the lions at all. Their mouths were shut, and they did not scratch or tear Daniel. Moreover, when the king came to see Daniel the next morning, he was relieved to know that Daniel was still alive. King Darius then ordered the men and their families who made the wicked law to be thrown in with the lions. The Bible says that they had not even touched the ground by the time the lions tore them and began to eat them.

The issues in this case surrounds the subject (Daniel) not being able to exercise his rights or those persons in law enforcement using discretion in this situation. Imagine, you are not able to serve the God you want to and for that, you are thrown into a pit? How would you feel and what would you do?

Personally, I think that this is one of the most illogical incidences yet! Well, if I were a police officer then, I would have ensured that Daniel’s rights were upheld and that much discretion was used in understanding his beliefs and values. Bear in mind that I am not at all saying that laws should not be obeyed or that laws must only be obeyed in certain situations. In all honesty, laws should not impede on one’s beliefs or certain moralistic values- for example religion and so on. That is a personal choice, hence imposing the law on such grounds would be deemed as being illogical. Yes, that is basically my take on the whole issue.

Remember to like and comment on the post as I really want to hear your opinion on the matter being discussed!

Take care everyone! Thank you so much for your continued support!

[corny-pickuplines]

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Are you French because Eiffel for you.

Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants!

Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!

Are you religious? Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers.

I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.

I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

Hey, tie your shoes! I don’t want you falling for anyone else

Do I know you? ‘Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend..

You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.

For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.

Was your dad a boxer? Because damn, you’re a knockout!

Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend/girlfriend material?

What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.

I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?

Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.

Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.

Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve been running through my mind all day.

Somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!

I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you.

I know you're busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?

If you were a steak you would be well done.

Is there an airport nearby or is it my heart taking off?

They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.

Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you.

Roses are red, violets are blue, how would you like it if I came home with you?

I wish I were cross-eyed so I can see you twice

We're not socks. But I think we'd make a great pair.

Your lips look so lonely…Would they like to meet mine?

Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.

Thank god I'm wearing gloves because you are too hot to handle.

If a fat man puts you in a bag at night, don't worry I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.

I'm no photographer, but I can picture us together.

Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?

Pinch me, you’re so fine I must be dreaming.

If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable.

How much does a polar beat weight? Enough to break the ice!

Are you a 90 degree angle? Cause you are looking right!

Nice to meet you, I’m (your name) and you are... gorgeous!

If I were a transplant surgeon, I’d give you my heart.

Are you Israeli? Cause you Israeli hot.

On a scale from 1 to 10, you're a 9... And I'm the 1 you need.

Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven?

If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.

Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.

Are you cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

My love for you is like diarrhoea, I just can't hold it in.

Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.

There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it.

If you were a library book, I would check you out.

Are you a cat because I'm feline a connection between us

If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?

If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?

I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.

You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.

I want someone to look at me the way I look at chocolate cake.

Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?

Feel my t-shirt, it’s made of boyfriend material.

You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.

Your name must be Coca Cola, because you're so-da-licious.

You're like a dictionary... you add meaning to my life.

My doctor says I'm lacking vitamin U.

Did your licence get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?

Do you like sales? Because if you're looking for a good one, clothing is 100% off at my place.

I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I think you're the gratest.

If you were a triangle you'd be acute one.

Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.

My feet are getting cold… because you’ve knocked my socks off.

Wow, when god made you he was showing off.

If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.

Is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection.

If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction.

Do you have a tan, or do you always look this hot?

Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.

If I were a cat I'd spend all 9 lives with you.

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Are you from Japan cause I'm trying to get in Japanties.

If you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple.

I'll give you a kiss. If you don't like it, you can return it.

Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk past again?

When a penguin finds a mate they stay with them for the rest of their life. Will you be my penguin?

Can I take a picture of you so santa knows what I want for christmas?

I'm new in town, could you give me directions to your apartment?

I'll cook you dinner, if you cook me breakfast

What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in the room?

Good thing I just bought term life insurance … because I saw you and my heart stopped!

If I had a dollar for every time I thought of you, I’d be in a higher tax bracket.

Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?

Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?

You’re so sweet, you’re giving me a toothache.

Did you swallow magnets? Cause you're attractive.

Are you from China? Because I'm China get your number.

Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?

Are you craving Pizza? Because I’d love to get a pizz-a you

Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together.

Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?

Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?

Is your dad a terrorist? Because you are the bomb.

You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart

Can you pinch me, because you're so fine I must be dreaming.

I may not be a genie, but I can make all your wishes come true!

Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.

I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.

If I followed you home, would you keep me?

If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.

Are you a keyboard ? Because you are my type.

There is something wrong with my phone. Could you call it for me to see if it rings?

I've seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?

My lips are like skittles. Wanna taste the rainbow?

Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?

Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!

Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaaaaaam!

Life without you is like a broken pencil... pointless.

If I had a garden I’d put your tulips and my tulips together

Did you hear of the new disease called beautiful, I think you're infected.

I thought Happiness starts with H. But why does mine starts with U.

If you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber.

You know what you would really look beautiful in? My arms.

My mom thinks I'm gay, can you help me prove her wrong?

Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)

Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it!

Remember me? Oh, that’s right, I’ve met you only in my dreams.

Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I'm searching for.

Your hand looks heavy. Here, let me hold it for you.

I’ve been wondering, do your lips taste as good as they look.

Are you from Starbucks because I like you a latte.

Are you a banana because I find you a peeling.

Do you like vegetables because I love you from my head tomatoes.

Have you been to the doctor's lately? Cause I think you're lacking some vitamin me.

Do you generate electricity with water through the process of hydro power? Because dammmm.

Do you like science because I've got my ion you.

Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.

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When you know how to make good Corny Pick Up Lines women can feel attracted to you, it is not hard to have a relationship with them. You do not need to try very hard and when you see your little gifts for her as a way of showing appreciation for her kindness then it will make it even easier.

How many times has a man kept talking about how he likes someone when he really doesn't like them? That is what this kind of conversations is called. So, while you are actually talking you should not start thinking about how you will get your woman to like you.

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The key to this is to use simple words that are not really mean but give the idea that you are just being nice. In fact this is probably the best way to do this because you do not need to pretend that you are looking for her approval. These Cheesy Pick Up Lines would really help you to impress her.

By using the idea of compliments you are giving her a great suggestion to be sure she is attracted to you. The more compliments she gets the more attention she will give you and that will give you some space for your game to take off.

It is true that some guys are the only ones who can play with words and are the ones who have great jokes and funny lines. The other things that you can do to get her to like you are obviously the most important and the one that will make you the sexiest man in the world.

You do not need to try and trick her but rather you should pay attention to her and make her feel like she is special to you. You should go out of your way to make her feel that she is special and she is beautiful.

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These will give you an opportunity to practice your language and learn some of the other points that you need to use. You do not need to spend a lot of money on this but if you could do it at home you will be much happier.

Keep your confidence high so that you can get your point across. If you want to get her attention then you should be able to use all the charm that you can so you can get some fun.

By taking some time to learn the language you will be able to make some excellent picks and pick up lines to go along with your game. You can then use this knowledge and get some great girls to fall in love with you.

[henrikvanderswoon]

THE SILENT SPY: Live Reactions

Hello, lovely people! I just finished dinner and I have two whiteclaws and a jar of chocolate sitting next to me and I’m ready to cry about Nancy and Kate and make cookies for the rest of the night. 👀👀

Definitely making this a read-more because it’s gonna be long.

Okay, I’m at the menu screen and I just have to say, the music in this game is so good. The notes of one track are incorporated in others (though the tempos and length of each note are altered slightly) and it’s so satisfying to hear. I dont think that made a lot of sense but I’m not great with musical terms as sad as that is 😔

Kudos to the person who wrote all these Cathedral documents, tho. I fuckin LIVE for this kind of shit.

Kate’s song literally makes me cry every goddamn forsaken time I hear it and I just *clenches fist* when I tell y'all I teared up coming up with lullaby lyrics for it the other day IM SERIOUS (one day I’ll finish it and record it maybe… GOD).

The transition from the photograph of Kate in the station to Nancy actually being there is so great 😫👌🏻

Ewan ending his sentences in intonated “commas” really just 🙃😂

The fact that Cathedral “invites” Nancy to Scotland and then tells her Revenant actually lured her there… UGH, it’s like she has two fucking giant enemies at once using her for their own gain and I HATE ITTTT. But it does make the ending and the fact that she comes out victorious so much better.

I love how Bridget tells you to come outside and then walks in the opposite direction of the elevator… did she take the stairs? Good for her getting that exercise. Get on her level, Nancy.

Zoe does a much better job faking a Scotish accent than Dwayne did at his Jamaican one. Get on her level too, DWAYNE.

I know we all say this, but the attack really was so freaky and amazingly um… believable.

Reduce the masses, make the people easier to control. Make them reliant on the goods you can give them when they need it most. Fucking Christ. Which is REALLY crazy because my friend and I have been working on a book series that follows this exact theme and we started the idea even before this game came out. FUCK.

It’s been a project in the making for a LONG time, but we only have a few chapters left of the first book to write 👀

…….

ANYWAY.

The COOKIE GAME. I fucking love this game so much, I dont even know why. I know we’re timed for tips but it so relaxing! I once sat down and did them till I Nancy reached like 1000 pounds in one setting and I was still not satisfied xjdbjsnsjsnsks

So, um… I just realized the cookie game is not as easy to do when you’re tipsy.

Whoops.

That “eerie tone” our phone just MAGICALLY makes somehow never ceases to make me shit my pants.

Youd better believe Nancy is gonna buy at least one of every souvenir in this fuckin train station let me tell you. She’s just gonna put the t-shirts on one right after the other and clip on those pins until she’s a glorified Scottish Michelin Man. ✌🏻

“I’m gonna pretend this is for a wedding. Hehe… what else could it be for?” NANCY, IT COULD LITERALLY BE A TRAP THAT LEADS A PERSON TO THEIR UNTIMELY DEATH BUT OK

Alec talking about Moira hitting him and admitting he instigated it just a little bit…. goddammit Alec dont make me fall in love with you. You stop that, now.

Nancy and Carson’s back and forth in this thing really just gives me life.

They just had this big argument and then end the phone call like, “Goodbye 🙂” “Bye!”

I just realized I’ve been fucking around so long I havent even tried meeting Ewan. WHOOPS.

Nancy is also about to buy and eat everything there is, multiple times, at this food stand…. that is, she will after I play the cookie game again.

You mean to tell me, that I can make Nancy eat over 200pounds worth of food, and she DOESN’T GET SICK?? WHAT A LET DOWN. I’ve never felt so betrayed… now I gotta make more cookies cause I’m legit broke now. Thanks a lot, Nancy. 😒

The idea of little Nancy purposefully and gleefully smashing the tea cups fills me with so much unbridled joy and the photo of Kate kissing her baby makes me want to dig a hole in my backyard and climb in.

I’m about to take this record that plays the menu screen track for The Deadly Device and just sit here listening to it…. I have no idea why I love this track so much but I do.

This fuse puzzle is… uh… okay, I guess.

Oh my god I just realized I still haven’t met Ewan in person. I’ve been playing for almost two hours. *lies down*

You know what??? I think this is as good a time as any to uh… stop for the night cause I have some screenshots I want to make posts about too becxhdbsjsjjsjskaka UNTIL NEXT TIME.

[medicineonmymind]

Allow me to Introduce Myself

Allow me to Introduce Myself.....

Until I am ready to become a 100% transparent, I will introduce myself to you as Georgie.👀

Hello to all the Kings and Queens who have come. My name is Georgie, a 24 year old Jamaican gyal but she is currently Atlanta living. I am using the platform to document my up and coming journey into medicine.  I hope I can use this page to give you all some encouragement through little ole’ me.

Background-A synopsis:

I was born and raised on the island of Jamaica.

To be honest, there is no place on earth like home. I miss it every day. Yet I know I am right where I am suppose to be.

Anyways,

I grew up in a small community on the island and I was raised solely by my mother. My father was and has since I can remember been living in America. My mother did her best to give me, my brother and my cousin the best life she could. I thank her for it because otherwise I am not sure how far I would have made it.

I had a whirlwind of a childhood to say the least but I am grateful for it.  I had a lot of space to run and I guess you could say a lot of fruit to eat. Even though we struggled, we were happy to have each other.  People tell us all the time that they’ve never seen such a family with such a close bond. The truth is, we had no choice but to be close. When you are facing tough times, all you have to lean on are the people around you.

Fortunately, my father moved me to America and boy let me tell me right now, I don’t think my 14 year old self was ready for such a transition. In some sort of betrayal I left my mother and siblings behind to have a better life. Little did they know I was dying to come home.

Let’s fast forward because this has already ran longer than I originally planned. Besides, throughout the journey my entire life story will be revealed to you all. So after high school I attended college at Kennesaw State University and that in and of itself was no easy feat. You know I believe in generational curses and being a first-gen college student I knew well I would be faced with so many barriers. From not getting into housing, to hard classes, to tuition mishaps, I had more than enough reasons to say ‘okay you win life, I’m out.’ But then I would think of my struggling mother and my brother and cousin who wouldn’t ever have this opportunity; if I wasn’t going to do this for them, I sure a heck owed it to them to finish this. So I never quit; I couldn’t let them down like that.

With God’s grace, I graduated college and even did the immigration process to have my mom come over seas. I applied to med school and now here we are. There was nothing special about my applications. I am your average Jill which is kinda underwhelming to some. But I have always told myself that God did not make me to be a statistic and even despite my less than stellar application, I was still able to get in.

So kick back, relax, stay awhile. I will tell you how and so so much more.

With a Heart of Thanks,

G.

[walkerismychoice]

Stripped Bare - Chapter 11 (Bryce x MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: Another day, another ridiculous couples wedding related activity. Will Charlie continue to let her guard down more around Bryce?

Rating: Mature/18+ (Nothing explicitly NSFW but there is mention of mature sexual subject matter)

Word Count: 1979

Wednesday

Charlie wakes up with an unfamiliar weight across her chest, not recalling the night before until she looks and sees Bryce's arm wrapped around her. She just barely remembers snuggling into him and him saying goodnight, feeling safe and content as she almost instantly fell asleep. It appears she hasn’t stirred since, still almost in the exact same position. 

She glances over at Bryce who looks like a literal angel in his sleep. It should come as no surprise, but even his bedhead is flawless, unlike hers which is always some form of a matted mess when she wakes up. She stealthily reaches to grab a hair tie from the nightstand to pull it back into something more presentable. Maybe she can sneak into the bathroom and get ready without waking him since she’s already wide awake. 

Charlie carefully tries to slip out from under his arm, when he suddenly stirs. Bryce lets out a low groan and pulls Charlie back towards him. She feels something hard against her hip, and is it what she thinks it is? Oh god, it is and if she was a braver woman, she’d attempt to act out the dirty thoughts forming in her head. But since she’s not, she panics and quickly moves closer to the edge of the bed so they are no longer touching, and the commotion is enough to wake Bryce up this time.

“Good morning.” Bryce gives her a sleepy eyed smile. 

“Good morning,” she answers back. “I can’t believe we have to do dance lessons for this freaking wedding.”

“Doesn’t every wedding need a choreographed dance routine?” Bryce jokes. “At least I have the best partner.”

Charlie cringes. “You haven’t seen me dance yet.”

“I’m sure you aren’t that bad. Besides you’ll have me to guide you, and I’ve got perfect rhythm if you know what I mean.” He gives her one of his signature winks.

Charlie playfully tosses a pillow at him. "You are terrible, Bryce Lahela.”

Bryce laughs as he stretches out, looking down and seemingly noticing the tenting of the sheet for the first time. "Oh, uh, I'm going to quick take a shower first if you don't mind."

"No problem." Charlie does her best to not acknowledge that she knows what's going on. "I'm going to see if I can figure out that coffee maker."

"Thanks." Bryce swings his legs over the side of the bed and promptly shuffles into the bathroom without looking back.

Charlie stretches and sprawls out on the bed before getting up. She begins to make her way out of the bedroom when her thoughts return to Bryce's "situation." Is he just hoping it resolves itself, or is he in there doing something to help it along? Charlie finds her feet carrying her to the bathroom door and pressing her ear against it, not quite certain what she’s expecting to hear. She hears the water coming down, but not much else.

"What is wrong with you?" She murmurs to herself, shaking her head as she walks out of the room and makes her coffee before heading out to the balcony. But as she leans against the railing overlooking the ocean with her mug in hand, she still can't stop fantasizing about what Bryce may be doing in there. Is he gripping himself with a soap-slicked hand, moving it up and down faster and faster until he can't take anymore? Is he thinking of her while he does it? What would he do if she decided to slip in the shower and join him? Would he press her up against the shower tiles and-

"Hey-"

"Ahhh!" Charlie screams and her mug goes tumbling over the balcony rail, landing on the concrete below with a crash.

"Oh my god." Bryce looks over the edge to survey the damage. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to startle you."

"No, it's my fault." For having such a filthy mind. "I was just lost in thought."

She turns to head inside, her cheeks surely burning bright, but Bryce braces her arms to stop her. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yep, just in desperate need of a shower." A cold shower... or maybe something else...

Bryce chuckles. “Okay, I’ll call the front desk and notify them that someone dropped their coffee mug on the ground.”

~~~

“Good morning everyone!” A petite woman with a strong Jamaican accent greets the wedding party and company. “My name is Lisette and I’ll be your instructor for the wedding party dance. We are going to be doing a waltz with a modern twist, so if everyone would partner up and find some space on the floor, we’ll get started right away.”

Charlie tries to make a point of picking a spot on the opposite side of the room from Katelyn, facing Bryce and waiting for further instructions. “Ever waltzed before, Lahela?”

“Can’t say I have, but it can't be that hard.”

"We'll see about that," Charlie replies skeptically.

"Alright everyone!" Lisette snaps her fingers twice to get everyone's attention. "The foundation of the waltz is a basic box step. Simple, simple. Men you will be leading and ladies your steps will be opposite of the men's'. We'll do it separately at first and then together with your partner. So first things first, men step forward with your left foot, ladies backwards with your right.” Lizette demonstrates the steps as she speaks. “Now bring your other foot across and opposite and step together. Then men right foot back and ladies left foot forward, then other foot to the opposite corner and complete the square with feet together."

Charlie tries to follow along but loses her place halfway through. “Ugh, she might as well be speaking a foreign language.”

“Now men, place your right hand on your partner’s back, and ladies your right hand goes on your partner’s shoulder, then extend your other arms out and clasp your hands together.” Lisette eyes the room. “Very good.”

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Bryce gives Charlie’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

Lizette starts the music and counts the beat before instructing them to begin. Charlie tries to remember the steps, taking a step forward colliding right into Bryce.

"Oof! I'm hopeless."

"No you aren't. You just need to get out of your head." Bryce moves his hands to her hips. "Feel the beat instead of focusing on the steps. You are in the arms of a professional, remember?"

Charlie rolls her eyes. "This is not quite the same type of dancing."

Bryce pulls her tight against him, whispering in her ear. “Maybe I can give you a private lesson in our room later on that type of dancing.”

Bryce’s lips brush against her as he speaks, tickling her ear and Charlie pushes him away. “We’re in public!”

Bryce scratches the back of his head. “I thought that was the point.”

Charlie glances around, making sure no one is close enough to hear. “But people might start to wonder why everything you say still makes me blush. I’m beginning to think you’re doing it on purpose.”

“But you look so cute with that rosy glow.” Bryce pinches her cheek and then tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, taking another step closer. “And maybe it turns me on to know how affected you are by me...Yep, just like that.”

“Anyway...” Charlie clears her throat. “Are you going to help me learn this dance or what?”

Bryce smirks. “Sorry, you’re just so distracting.” He puts his arm around her and gets back into position. “Now follow my lead, and don’t overthink it.”

Easy for him to say. Charlie practically has a PhD in overthinking, but she tries anyway. She wait for Bryce's cue, and when he catches the beat, he leans into her as he step forward, and she almost instinctually steps back. She has to recall Lisette's instructions, but remembers to sweep her other leg back and over and bring the right leg to meet it. Once she gets that down, the rest of the square falls into place. They go a couple more times and Charlie pauses with a pleased look on her face. “I guess having a good dancer to lead you does make a difference.”

“You’re getting it, but you’re still a bit stiff. Just go with the flow of the music and follow me...There, that’s it!” Bryce beams at Charlie.

Charlie returns the smile and looks around the room to see how the others are faring.There are varying degrees of success and as Katelyn catches Kyra’s eye she mouths ‘help me’ and then yelps as Bob steps on her foot. Reason number 572 to be thankful Bryce is on this trip with Charlie.

Everyone practices the basic moves for awhile, and then Lisette throws in some spins and turns at various times to make the dance a little more interesting. With Bryce’s help, Charlie’s performance is at least passable, at least she thinks.

Lisette claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay now, for the final move, the men will dip their partners. I assume we all know what this means, so after your last box step on the count of six you go. 1-2-3-4-5-6 and dip.”

Just as Bryce leans Charlie back and holds her steady with his strong arm, there’s a scream across the room.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Landry?”

Charlie looks over as Bryce sets her upright and see’s Katelyn lying flat on her back.

“Oops, sorry.” Landry offers Katelyn his hand to help her up but she swats it away. 

“Maybe if you spent some of your free time in the gym instead of playing video games, you wouldn’t have dropped me.”

“I just graduated medical school. I’ve been a little busy,” Landry huffs.

Katelyn rolls her eyes. “So did Bryce and it certainly didn’t get in his way. Look at him,” she gestures towards Bryce as everyone else watches in stunned silence.

Lisette clears her throat. “The class is now dismissed. Great job everyone, and I’ll see you all again on Friday for our final rehearsal.”

Everyone jets out of the room leaving Landry and Katelyn to work out whatever is going on between them. Although Charlie’s intention in bringing Bryce along was merely to avoid the humiliation of being single after a failed relationship, she can’t help but feel satisfied every time Katelyn expresses her feelings of inferiority. Charlie knows it's all a ruse, but she’s starting to come around to the idea that it might not have to be. So what if Bryce isn’t really a doctor? He’s still one hundred times the man spineless Landry will ever be and makes her feel better about herself than Andrew ever did.

"Jeez Charlie, can you tell your boyfriend to stop being so hot?" Kyra teases. "He's going to cause Landry and Katelyn's marriage to fall apart before it begins."

Bryce chuckles. "I'll try and work on that. I'll only work out half as hard today."

"Must be nice to have some free time." Charlie sighs. “We have to go straight to the salon now, and of course she's got our day booked solid through the bachelorette party tonight."

"What does Landry have you boys doing?" Kyra asks Bryce.

"Charter fishing this afternoon and then some clubs downtown after dinner."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Kyra suddenly grabs Charlie's arm. "Guess what? I heard there's going to be strippers on our party yacht!"

Charlie discreetly steals a glance at Bryce whose eyes go wide at the news. "That should be...interesting."

"Interesting is one word for it... Anyway, I'm going to head back to the room now, babe. Don't have too much fun without me." Bryce pulls Charlie close and before she realizes what's going on, his lips are on hers. The kiss is brief but passionate, and it leaves Charlie reeling as Bryce walks away.

[honeybeesintheimpala]

Title: An Angel's Lullaby

Pairing: DeanCas, Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Words: 93,662

Status: Complete

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7984306/chapters/18268822

Chapter One - The Man with the Ocean Eyes

"Excuse me," a gravelly voice suddenly fills the room and Dean's pen nearly goes flying, heart pumping. It's been at least two days since anyone's even walked through those doors and being alone with his thoughts isn't exactly a new thing but for that long, it gets to be a surprise when someone says something. He keeps it under control though, doesn't look up except a quick glance at a nice pair of khakis and a deep purple jumper.

He goes back to scribbling on the piece of paper where he's supposed to be filling out a request for another truck to come and take away a few boxes of older books, bring them to a charity or a foster house somewhere. 

"What can I help you with," he says, surprised that his own voice is bored considering his heart is pounding out a Jamaican beat and he's pretty sure he almost pissed his pants.

"I was just wondering if there are any books that you might recommend? I'm in the mood for reading, but not really sure what to look for," the man speaks at a low volume, as if there's anyone here to be disturbed.

Dean's intrigue is piqued though, so he pauses his doodles, knits his eyebrows together and looks up.

His eyes trace up the outline of his jumper, which wraps nicely around a narrow waist and a great chest, then leads into a white collared shirt, tan neck, a scruffy jaw that can't decide between chiseled and soft, some full lips that look like they might be chapped bit also look incredibly kissable, a straight-edge nose, and finally, two unfathomable blue eyes, shining bright as the Caribbean ocean that Dean is entirely too sure they are made of. His hair is a messy looking, bed-head-esque mop of dark chocolate brown and he smiles down at Dean as if he isn't the most attractive person Dean's ever encountered.

He's actually blown away by the fact that this man is inside a nearly failing library right now instead of out modeling a white pinstripe suit and blue tie from Men's Warehouse somewhere.

This time, Dean thinks he may actually piss his pants, but he refrains from any sort of urination onto cloth, as a mind-blowingly handsome man with some captivating blue eyes that seem to have stolen the sea is standing in front of his desk, asking about books.

He also refrains from exhibiting all of these passing thoughts on his face, because it feels like it's been a few minutes since he asked the question and the guy's probably starting to think Dean's some weirdo who can't speak under pressure.

"Library's a dying business, sir," he sits back in his chair and sets the pen down slowly. "Yeah, all the kids got their...electronic readers and...there are bookstores that sell books. Never out of stock of a specific book. Sometimes we get that; not having a specific book because all the copies got checked out...or we used to have that..."

The man stares down at him with such focus and intent, nodding along and knitting his brows together. Who is this guy?

"Nah, I mean, it's amazing that...someone wants a book so badly and loves it so much that they gotta buy it and have it forever," Dean continues, then leans forward again, grabbing a book to his left and wiggling it in the air. "Not so awesome for the library."

"That's so...intriguing...that you respect those other industries so much..." He replies, squinting, head tilting in a puppy dog manner.

Dean chuckles, setting the book down. Stares at the black cover as his smile slowly fades.

"Not much else I can do," he shrugs, shuffling through several books to find the one with the light yellow-beige cover, red outline and text reading Oliver Twist glaring up at him, and a small, square, painted picture of a boy in a hat playing at the edge of a wood sitting just above the title. "Once these places shut down, I'll inevitably drift into a bookstore, sign up to be a clerk or a stocker. 'Cause I mean," he flips the book over and opens the back page. Pulls out the name card from the pocket glued to the inside of the cover and examines it. "Yeah, a book ain't been checked out from here in three months."

He laughs and throws the book to his right, watches it skid across the table and come to a stop beside the red canvas hardcover with shiny blue letters indenting the words Of Mice and Men.

"Wow...so...I mean, how do you guys stay in business?" The guy is leaning ever forward, hands gripping the edge of the desk and arms stick straight as he balances himself over the books.

Dean smirks up at him.

"Ah," he scrubs at the back of his neck, cheeks hot, and looks away into the corner of the main entrance. "Well, charities? Mostly...and, uh, you know, school fundraisers, donations from the coffee shop down the street." He squints up at the giant skylight making up about ninety percent of the roof, thinking. "Oh, uh...this one guy. Some sorta bookwrite. Author of...damn, what are those things called...gaaahh...oh! An Angel's Lullaby!" Recognition passes over the man's face in clear abundance. "Guy's name, I'm still drawin' a blank on--"

"Chuck Shurley," the guy cuts him off but Dean is impressed. It's such an obscure book but he obviously knows it well.

"Yeah!" He points at the guy. "Yeah, yeah. You know him? I mean, his work?"

"Yeah...too well...why?"

"Ah, no...I'm just...just surprised, you know? Not a real popular selection," Dean thinks for a moment and it falls silent once more. Then: "You met him? He did a book signing here once. Not many people came, but..."

"Oh, yeah I've met him..." He doesn't elaborate, but Dean suspects it's because he just explained it for the guy, and it seems like it's making him a little uncomfortable anyway.

"Uh," he looks for something that might change the subject. "Well, to answer your first question..." He opens his mouth to continue but ends up chuckling and shaking his head. "Look, man, there's just too many books and not enough time. I've been coming to this library my entire life, probably read every single book by now. I mean, I can point you to some of my favourites, I guess, but really the only one off the top of my head and without me getting up is An Angel's Lullaby."

"Are you religious?" He asks suddenly and Dean's bewildered by the inquiry until he realises how obsessed he must seem with the book.

"Oh..." He breathes out a laugh. "Nah, that's...I'm an atheist, actually. I'm just...really into angels. Religions and...gods and deities are my thing. To be honest, I could probably list thirty Christian angels off the top of my head."

"Really," he seems impressed and Dean blushes harder. "How about...the three main archangels and...the Angel of Thursday."

Specific...and strange. But okay, he'll play along. For the sake of flirting.

"Okay...well there's Michael, the eldest son of God who was set to the task of casting Lucifer, second oldest, into hell because he claimed he could not love humanity as he loved his father. Gabriel, protector of humanity, present at the birth of Jesus Christ and the deliverer of the Holy news. And then...actually, my favourite, if I'm honest-" he looks up and watches the man's lips part, a blush crawling up his neck too, and he briefly wonders why, "-Castiel. Angel of Thursday, keeper of prayers said on that day." He smirks for a second before adding, "Always heard he was a real looker."

The man seems flustered, tugging at his jumper, pulling the v-neck away from his chest and adjusting his collar.

"Me too," he chokes out and Dean thinks it's entirely unfair how cute this man looks with a scarlet flush painting his cheeks and his hands not able to find a resting placing.

"I..." Dean starts, gazing down at his hand fiddling with the edge of a hardcover, nail scraping against the canvas. "I think I remember a few more books. Not real sure what you would like, but, uh..." He tears a corner off of the paper he was drawing on and scribbles down the titles and respective authors, then continues as he hands the list to the man. "Most of 'em are...classics...Little Women, Gone With the Wind, A Wrinkle in Time, Wuthering Heights...the original and best...version of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

The man smiles down at the list and then down at Dean, and Dean's heart leaps into his throat.

"Thank you," he says quietly and Dean's eyes flit down, small smile of modest pride lifting his lips.

"Don't mention it," he whispers back, gaze meeting the man's once more. Then he leans forward and takes up the pen again, waggling it between two fingers. He leans on his bent arm and says, "So, you plannin' on checkin' anything out today, sir?"

And, without blinking or missing a beat, the man replies with the most unexpected answer, letting the words drip from his lips like fuckin' honey when he replies, "Just you."

Dean is astonished at this guy's guts, but a brazen vocabulary and a cocky attitude is exactly the kind of thing that gets him going.

He opens his mouth in a shocked kind of smile, and shakes his head as if he's offended at the nerve of those words.

"I...don't even know your name," Dean says slowly, eyes twitching from the man's leg to his chest to his mouth to his eyes. When they meet, the man tilts his head with another squint, this one more challenging than curious. Amazing how he can squint in the same manner with just the slightest differences and change the entire composure of the movement.

But Dean doesn't let himself get too distracted by this ability, and soon encounters a moment of realisation.

The blushing, fidgeting, stumbling words when he talked about Castiel...

"Your name is Castiel," he whispers, astounded. "And you have three brothers." Then more realisation. "And you haven't met Chuck Shurley, you used to live with him."

Castiel pushes his lips out and looks down, scratches through the stubble on the edge of his jaw, nods.

"And I assume," Castiel says, squinting at the wooden triangle at the corner of Dean's desk and smiling, then continuing, "your name is Dean Winchester and you work as a librarian."

"Hey, I am not...a librarian," he protests playfully, grin growing on his teeth. "I am...a book obsessed...checker...outer."

Castiel laughs and Dean gives him a look for a moment before bursting out into his own fit of laughter at how utterly ridiculous that title sounds.

"I'm guessing that sounded better in your head?"

"It did," Dean nods and chucks the pen at one of the books, sitting back in his chair again and kicking his legs up onto his desk. He cranes his neck and reaches behind him, grips the back of another rolling chair, and rolls it over so it's facing him. Pats the seat and jerks his head. "Come on around." Castiel looks uncertain, sliding the torn paper into his pocket and pursing his lips, slight squint of his eyes. Dean chuckles. "Come on. I don't bite."

"Isn't that against the rules or something?" Castiel asks as he makes his way around the right side of the desk and through the opening in the side, in spite of his words.

"'Eah, mostly," Dean shrugs and pushes his lips out, then smiles. "But no one else is around, don't have any cameras, and-" he holds out a hand, "-I'm a rebel."

Castiel laughs wholeheartedly at this, grin huge and gummy - the most enchanting thing Dean's ever seen - and his head tilted back, crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Dean notices a slight dimple in his left cheek and stores that information in the back of his mind for later, when he's having a rough day.

"What," he says, though he knows Castiel is laughing at his insanely stupid joking around.

"Nothing, you're just...really...interesting--"

"Interesting meaning...lame?" He squints and adds, "Dumbass, weirdo, bad amusement--"

"Hey, I genuinely laughed at that," Castiel points a finger at him, not hiding his grin.

Dean shakes his head, looks away, licks his lips. Things settle for a moment.

Dean plays with the hem of his black t-shirt, scratches his nails over the faded denim of his jeans, examines the familiar dark splotch of oil on the knee. He would dress nicer for work, but the last time anyone even walked through the doors was 48 hours ago, and he wasn't expecting any company today, either.

"Can't believe I'm flirting with the son of my favourite author," he mutters, reaching back over the back of his chair to snatch up another pen.

Castiel scoffs playfully, and Dean catches the smirk on his face when he turns back around.

"You call that flirting," Castiel quips, unbuttoning the wrists if his collared shirt and rolling the sleeves of both the shirt and jumper up.

Dean lets his brows drop and pushes his lips out in confusion. "Well...yeah..." Dean watches Castiel stifle a smile and glance down and away. "Why, what do you call it."

Castiel peeks up through mischievous, dark lashes and swimming eyes, lips parting in a secretive smirk.

"Honestly?" He starts, shifting in his seat and sitting back, settling his hands together in his lap. "A sad but sweet attempt to impress me."

"Oh, is that so?"

Castiel nods, grin growing across his cheeks. 

"And what would you consider flirting, mr. big-shot-I-know-exactly-how-to-woo-the-ladies?"

"Well, first of all," Castiel leans forward, rests an elbow against his knee, uses the armrest to balance himself, and points at Dean with raised brows, as if he's about to teach a lesson. "Sir. There's a difference between being laid back and being downright cocky. And you-" the corner of his lips twitches up very briefly, and his cyan blue eyes turn dark "-are neither."

"So what, exactly," Dean whispers, fingers a bit too loosely woven around the pen, teeth digging into his lip. "Do you propose I do about it?"

Castiel's gummy smile is printed into his teeth again and he shrugs a shoulder, bringing his lips down in an impressed bow.

"Well, that's the first step. Ask what you are instead of asking what to change. When you know, even if it's not true, even if it's only what another person sees, you can accept it."

Dean squints, leaning further back into his chair, pressing his index finger into the ballpoint, black ink tip of the pen and the other to the textured top of the cap wrapped around the end, pushing his tongue into his cheek and pursing his lips.

"Alright, fine. What am I?" Dean imposes, then grips the tip of the pen between his thumb and finger and adds, "To you. Smartass."

This earns him a short chuckle and an approving nod.

"Well...I think...you're reserved. You act like you're king shit and like you know exactly who you are, like you don't give two flying fucks about where you're headed in life, or maybe like you've already accepted it. You act comfortable with yourself, but what nerd is ever actually satisfied with their existence?" He's leaning ever-forward and Dean's cocksure smile is ever-fading, eyes becoming wide with marvel as the man-who-knows-too-much continues. "I think you're unsure. You're scared and you...you hide things that you think no one cares about. You're upset and self-deprecating. Eyes of a guilty conscience."

Dean drops his gaze, first to the floor, then to the pen, still grasped tightly by his fingers which have fallen into his lap and which fiddle vapidly with the object, nail scraping at the black polycarbonate and over the white indents that spell out the company name.

"But," Castiel starts up again, voice soft and lilting. Dean swallows hard. "I think you have a lot to give. I think you have...maybe too much to give. Too much forgiveness, too much love, too much doubt, too much strength and care. I think you are the embodiment of generosity, but you don't take what you really need in return. And I think that can get dangerous, but I also think that nothing is ever really too much." Dean's eyes flit back up in time to catch Castiel's angling downward, past Dean's chair, through the desk, through the floor, staring wistfully at something intangible. "People are greedy. And you're too willing to give."

Dean searches the man's face for any sign that this is all some sort of joke, that he's being filmed or some shit, but all he finds is truth and wisdom and knowledge, and possibly a glimmer, just a glimpse in those blue eyes, of a bittersweet past, an origin for where these words came from.

"I was right!" He exclaims as he sits back in the chair, shoulders trembling with a silent laugh. "You like to cover up your pain with gay jokes and stupid references."

"Now, that, I can't deny," Dean nods and everything falls silent. He rocks his chair gently, side to side, left to right, fingers still fidgeting with the tips of the pen, his head tilted in thought. Castiel's mouth is pulled up into a ginger smile, his eyes faraway and swimming in themselves, in the past, in glistening memories and soft-edged, slow-motion, sunny-fielded dreams. "What about you?" He asks suddenly, voice crackling and ripping through the still air as a quiet question. Castiel eyes don't move but his smile grows slightly. "I mean...what do you think of yourself."

"Not much," he replies, head lolling to the side and back, eyes catching on the impotent, pathetic little piles of books scattered about Dean's desk. "I like books. Reading. Writing. Time-consuming, arbitrary activities which include my eyes scanning words on a piece of pressed wood?" He furrows his brows and Dean throws his head back in a genuine, full laughter that he hasn't experienced in a long time.

"I can tell you write. What do you write about? Like, schmoopy romance novels? Sci-fi thrillers? Action adventure futurism?"

"And I can tell you do a lot of librarian...ing..." Castiel squints and presses his lips together in the contrite afterthought but continues, nevertheless. "I write what my dad would call 'a bunch of gay shit'." Dean cocks a brow. "Get your head out of the gutter, it's not as sexy as it sounds. For the most part. Bottom line, I'm gay, I hang out with gay people, and I wanted to dedicate my life to writing about it, about that experience. But my dad has never approved much."

"You don't say."

"Yeah...he's...more into theology. I think the one book he's ever written that really ventures into the realm of fiction, or at least dips it's toes past the line, is An Angel's Lullaby."

"Which parts are real?" Dean scratches the pen across the bumpy plastic chair arm and watches the black ink run in splotches over the grey of the polyvinyl.

"Our names, obviously," Castiel shifts again, bringing his leg down from across his knee and kicking off from the floor so he spins in a circle. Dean watches with a strangely adoring smile. "It's funny that that's the part most people think is fiction. But, no. Mom was a Jesus nut and Dad is too passive to care, so we ended up with angelic names and weird looks from sane people. The only parts that aren't completely true are the things like our address, the colours they painted our rooms, some of the dialogue that he added or got rid of in order to make the conversations more interesting or sensible - you know, just these really inane things..."

He trails off and he's staring at Dean with expectant brows, and Dean realises he's staring too, realises Castiel probably stopped because it's weird how attentive he is.

"Sorry. You're fun to listen to."

Castiel's cheeks paint themselves a thick fuchsia and his eyes drop to his empty palms resting uselessly in his lap, the lines becoming suddenly very interesting. Then they catch on his watch and widen and his head whips up.

"Well, if I'm so interesting to listen to," he leans forward, snatches the pen from Dean's hand, then takes the other hand and begins a careful scrawl across the back of it as he continues, "why don't you call me. And we can figure out a time to meet at the-" he recaps the pen and gently replaces it in Dean's hand "-coffee place down the street. But, right now, I have to go. College...and shit. Studying for a major in English takes a lot of time away from socialising."

"Sorry to keep you, I didn't--"

"No no no! It was..." His blush deepens and he stands, head down. "It was incredible to meet you. I really hope I can see you again."

"O-Of course," Dean's voice comes out stammered and soft, crackling with hope and fear and adoration, and Castiel smiles broadly.

"Great," he whispers back, then he's rushing around the side of the desk and out the front door and Dean is left to wonder if the entire exchange was even real or if his lonely, empty mind is just playing games. 

When he looks at the neat, black little numbers on his hand, he realises just how real right now is.

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Camp TV Biographies

This is a very, very, very long post!! There’s literally every Season One character in here and Tumblr tried to get me to cut it in half multiple times but like. lol no. Anyways, everything is under the cut!

Beth What’s your best quality? My detective skills! I have solved many small cases back on my farm at home, the largest of which being who was responsible for the grain going missing. Turns out it was just a rat.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

My parents only have music from the 60’s, so that’s the only music I know.

I love pink! Especially more reddish ones.

What’s that one with a talking pig called? It reminds me so much of my own pig, Bertha!

My mum makes the best food ever, especially when it comes to pies.

Describe your craziest dream. I was a real detective, just like Sherlock Holmes! It was so cool, and I got to solve a murder, and I had a sidekick and everything!

Best memory from childhood? The day I got Bertha. She’s like a little sister to me.

Most embarrassing moment at school? One time I’d forgotten which shirt I had gotten dirty and I was in a rush, so I went to school in a muddy shirt with pig hoof-prints on it.

Describe the first job you ever had. I work on the farm as much as I can, in between school and detective work!

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll have moved to England, and become the best detective in all of Scotland Yard!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but it would be less of a date, and more like me interviewing him and asking him what goes on in the mind of a detective as great as Sherlock.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Find out what caused it!

Bridgette What’s your best quality? My patience for others!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I’m not all that into music, but I do listen to recordings of the ocean like, all the time.

Definitely ocean blue.

I’m super into mermaid movies.

Anything that’s vegan, but especially seaweed brownies.

Describe your craziest dream. It’s not really crazy per say, but I was a dolphin and I got to hang out with this clownfish, and we were totally the best of friends. It was really cool, actually.

Best memory from childhood? My first time going boogie-boarding. It what made me fall in love with the water, you know?

Most embarrassing moment at school? We went out to the beach for camp one year and we got to go surfing, and I totally wiped out on one of the waves in front of everyone! It was terrible.

Describe the first job you ever had. I’m a lifeguard at the community pool after school! It’s not exactly glamorous, but hey, it’s pretty fun sometimes.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Living back in Fiji with a nice girl, in a house by the beach and helping out Mother Earth.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? I can’t really think of someone off the top of my head, but we’d totally go surfing.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Make the most of it.

Cody What’s your best quality? Hm... my creativity, I guess? It helps for getting out of tough situations sometimes.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

There’s this musician, uh.. Neil Cicierega! I like his songs, but the Samsung ringtone is pretty good too.

I like pale oranges and blues!

I don’t really watch movies all that often, but uh.. don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I really like kid films, especially LEGO ones. Weird, I know.

I’m a sucker for anything with sugar! Although, it tends to make me super sick.

Describe your craziest dream. I was actually popular. I was so freaked out I woke up before anything could happen.

Best memory from childhood? Whenever I got to go to my aunt’s house! She has, like, the greatest German Shepard ever!

Most embarrassing moment at school? Literally the entirety of grade eight. God, I used to insist on being called stuff like “Codester” and “Codemeister”. Ugh.

Describe the first job you ever had. I got to dog-sit my aunt’s dog when I was 12 and she paid me ten bucks.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Hopefully going out with the person of my dreams, but if not then probably just chilling at home, eating ice cream, wondering where I went wrong.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Okay so like, there’s this really cute guy at my school, so probably him, and we’d just go to the carnival, eat cotton candy and go on rides, and after it’s all over we’d watch the sunset and it’d be super cute. I’ve put more thought into this than I should have.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Cry over it.

DJ What’s your best quality? How kind I am, and it’s all thanks to my mommas!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Jamaican Reggae.

Lavender.

Anything with tons of animals!

My Mama’s chickpea Roti, although that may be tied with Ma’s cherry tarts... don’t tell her though.

Describe your craziest dream. I dreamt one time I was a cameraman for this reality TV show that took place in an abandoned film studio, and that I wasn’t paid a cent.

Best memory from childhood? Definitely the day my mommas adopted me. The orphanage was alright, but my mommas just give something that it could never, aside from stability.

Most embarrassing moment at school? The first day of school here in Canada, I only had shirts and shorts. I was freezing all day! I haven’t gone outside without a jacket or two on since.

Describe the first job you ever had. It’s not really a job, but Ma pays me a couple of dollars during summer to pick all the cherries from the cherry trees. They ripen late since it’s so cold here, but they’re absolutely beautiful.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’m in my house with my mommas, with a bunch of animals I adopted from the local animal shelter, eating chickpea Roti and cherry tarts.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? I don’t really date. I just don’t see anyone that way, y’know? But I’d love to go around Central Park with my mommas in a horse and carriage!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Hang out with my mommas.

Duncan What’s your best quality? My ability to break out of juvie.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Punk rock.

Neon green.

Any slasher film, really.

Το σουβλάκι του παππού, not that hard of a question.

Describe your craziest dream. I was a four year old trying to scare the shit out of this girl with pigtails, but I got tethered to some kid with a gap in his teeth. We ended up scaring everyone as a mummy. It was kinda funny.

Best memory from childhood? When I snuck my younger cousin into an R rated film with my older sister. My sister was thirteen, I was ten, and my cousin was four. I’m surprised we managed to pull off that dumb trench coat trick.

Most embarrassing moment at school? I used to get embarrassed when my sister would pick me up in her smart car. I kind of miss it now, though.

Describe the first job you ever had. Job? Ha! Yeah, right.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll probably be hanging around the town my cousin lives in, maybe score a couple of gigs in some punk band I’ve started to rival that garage band that plays over there.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Depends if anyone could take me. Or look past my criminal record.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? ...Visit my sister.

Ezekiel What’s your best quality? My ability to list my best quality in eight different languages, eh!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Choir music! It’s the only music I know!

Forest green.

I’m not allowed to watch movies...

My mum and I work together to make the greatest biscuits ever, eh!

Describe your craziest dream. I was like a king of these mutated woodland creatures, eh. But I was all green and was wearing these really strange clothes, and I had no hair.

Best memory from childhood? My childhood wasn’t really all that eventful. I just stay inside all the time, eh.

Most embarrassing moment at school? When my teachers caught me trying to leave the house to go to a local school. They weren’t very happy with me, eh. I got grounded for five weeks.

Describe the first job you ever had. I don’t have a real job, since I’m always at home and my parents won’t let me outside.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’m at the farm, sitting on the porch and looking out over the fields. Pretty much what I do whenever school ends anyways.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? A girl like me, eh. We can talk about living on our farms and not being able to interact with other kids until we graduated school, and bond over archery.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Say goodbye to the cows.

Geoff What’s your best quality? I can party all night and all day, man! Also my hair is really soft apparently.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Party in the USA is my favourite song, dude! It’s, like, my anthem!

Bright pink! I may get weird looks for it sometimes, but I think it’s an awesome colour!

Literally any movie where parties are involved, dude.

Party pies! It’s the name, my man!

Describe your craziest dream. One time I dreamt that I threw the biggest party in Canadian history, and it was so big that like, even the news reported on it dude! But then the cops came and we had to shut it down. It was a massive bummer.

Best memory from childhood? My first birthday party ever! I was three and I invited all my friends from kinder, and we got to hit this disco ball shaped piñata and eat this giant cake! I’m still proud of it.

Most embarrassing moment at school? When I went to school with a blue shirt on instead of a pink one. I have a brand to uphold, man.

Describe the first job you ever had. Some kid at school tried to pay me five bucks to prank his bully and record it. I told him to keep the money and I did it anyways, because bullying isn’t cool, dude.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Hosting a wicked party!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? I don’t really know who I’d go on a date with, but we’d totally be having an awesome party out on the beach!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Party hard!

Gwen What’s your best quality? My complete and utter lack of enthusiasm.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I like early 2000’s emo music, I guess.

Dark red.

Bloodbath 2: Summer Camp Reign of Terror. If this camp isn’t like the movie then I’m not going to be very happy.

Those teeth gummies, the minty ones.

Describe your craziest dream. I dreamt I was having a good time being interviewed for some dumb summer camp my parents forced me to go to. Can you imagine?

Best memory from childhood? When my little brother learned to ride his bike. It makes it easier to get away from him now.

Most embarrassing moment at school? I spilled blue food colouring over my clothes in science class one time and had to walk around with that stain in my shirt for the rest of the day. It doesn’t sound bad, but it kinda looked like I’d drooled all over myself.

Describe the first job you ever had. I cut my brother’s hair for five bucks from my mum one time. Of course, she didn’t give me any clear instructions, and I was six, so I absolutely destroyed his hair.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll probably have some dumb degree, I don’t know. Probably just have a job and hanging out with somebody who I live with and love.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? It’s not a date really, but I’d love to time travel and meet Van Gogh. Unlike most artists, he was actually a really cool dude, and really tragic too. I’d like to meet Branwell Brontë too, but his whole family is cool.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Watch the last sunset.

Harold What’s your best quality? My high tolerance for those who are intellectually and behaviourally inferior to me. But my mum tells me not to say that so I guess it’s how good I am at building fantasy worlds.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Nothing beats the Pokemon Red soundtrack.

Mossy green.

The Lord of the Rings trilogy, duh!

Beef stew, but especially the stew they serve at Medieval Steve’s Medieval Camp.

Describe your craziest dream. They named the Lord of the Rings something really dumb like Master of the Spheres.

Best memory from childhood? My first time going to a summer camp was pretty good. It was MSMC, but for “junior” kids, which basically meant people under the age of six.

Most embarrassing moment at school? Getting a fact about medieval history wrong in history class.

Describe the first job you ever had. I got paid by one of the kids at MSMC to beat the head troll in chocolate coins.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? A famous, bestselling author of a hit fantasy series that has been adapted masterfully into film.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? One of the elves, I guess, but mainly so they could teach me about their culture and their language so I could one day join and become one of them.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Try and stop it.

Heather What’s your best quality? I don’t really have that many good qualities, but people say they like how nice I am, so that counts for something, right?

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Lo-fi

Any shade of red!

I liked that one Pokemon movie with the... ah, yes! Shaymin!

I love mochi! It’s so yummy...

Describe your craziest dream. I dreamt I was, like, super tall! It was really cool beans, until everyone began calling me mean things and they were talking about something I did to this girl named Gwen? I don’t even know any girls named Gwen!

Best memory from childhood? The first Christmas I remember! My parents got me this super cute tricycle and it was red with little blue streamers on the handlebars, and I rode it around everywhere! Or maybe when we rescued Cupcake... gosh, now I can’t decide!

Most embarrassing moment at school? When my friend yelled at me for not getting her an iced chai latte in front of the whole class... it was horrible!

Describe the first job you ever had. I run errands for my friends all the time! Sometimes the things they want me to do get pretty gross though...

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Opening a cafe that serves the best mochi in all of Canada!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? With a nice guy that likes me for who I am, going to cafes and petting cats and dogs and just doing what I wanna do for a day... I think that’d be totally awesome sauce.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Buy a Shaymin plushie! Then hug it for the rest of the day. Shoot, that was over the word limit...

Katie What’s your best quality? Sadie always says she loves my, like, optimism!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I love listening to pop and, like, 70’s rock!

Pastel pink.

Sadie and I love, like, watching Mean Girls together!

Dark cherries! They also make for some, like, really tasty earrings.

Describe your craziest dream. I was without Sadie for, like, an entire day!

Best memory from childhood? The day I met Sadie, when she moved to the house, like, next door to mine. She was, like, kinda hard to understand at first, but over time her Scottish-ness mellowed out a bit.

Most embarrassing moment at school? When I tried to stand up for Sadie when a bully was, like, pushing her around, and accidentally hit my funny bone on the locker door.

Describe the first job you ever had. Sadie and I work at this super cute ice cream shop together!

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll own the ice cream store and have added, like, a bazillion more flavours! It’s quiet during winter, but there’s tons of people during summer, and that’s really all I need.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? I’d so, like, love to go on a date with Sadie. We could go to a sewing workshop and I’d stitch her the best stuffie, like, ever!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Kiss Sadie...

LeShawna What’s your best quality? All of them, duh.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Anything I can dance along to, sugar.

Yellow.

High School Musical 2.

Mango chutney is always good.

Describe your craziest dream. It was more of a nightmare, really. I was stuck in a room full of spiders and those eight-legged freaks covered me head to toe, but I couldn’t scream.

Best memory from childhood? When I won my first ever beauty pageant. Mind you, it was kindergarten, and I was the only participant, but that doesn’t matter.

Most embarrassing moment at school? Honey, I don’t get embarrassed. I haven’t got anything to be embarrassed about.

Describe the first job you ever had. I work at this dumb coffee shop. The only reason I’m still there is because I get free pastries.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’m the CEO of a multinational corporation, and, obviously, the most famous billionairess in the world!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Look, sugar, do you seriously think anyone is up to my standards?

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Dance the day away.

Lindsay What’s your best quality? My looks, of course.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Pop songs, definitely.

Pinkest Pink. It’s the pinkest shade of pink that exists.

Legally Blonde.

Anything that helps me keep my figure.

Describe your craziest dream. I was some other girl’s lackey. It was disgusting.

Best memory from childhood? The first time I tried out sparkly lip gloss. I still have the empty container somewhere so I can, like, look back on it and remind myself how far I’ve come.

Most embarrassing moment at school? Ugh, definitely when I forgot to apply my eyeshadow. My ‘friends’ may have pretended not to notice, but I could tell they had.

Describe the first job you ever had. I’m a cashier at Lush on the weekends. They give me discount on face masks as long as I, like, sell enough. So, obviously, I get, like, three free face masks a week.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Applying my makeup.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Some hunky model, walking around town so everyone can envy us.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Spread rumours.

Noah What’s your best quality? My cynicism.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

The kind I can’t hear.

Meh.

No thanks.

Just ate.

Describe your craziest dream. I don’t care about my dreams enough to remember them.

Best memory from childhood? My first time playing a video game. I was three and I completed the first level within a minute.

Most embarrassing moment at school? People with brains and wit like mine don’t get embarrassed.

Describe the first job you ever had. I was a tutor for some high school jock when I was five.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll be at home, sitting on my couch, relaxing and reading a book.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? I wouldn’t want to go on a date with him, since I have no idea what he looks like, but there’s a guy in my Underground Alliance that is really good at organising raids, so I guess him.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Sleep.

Owen What’s your best quality? My appetite, haha!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Nickleback all the way! Woohoo!

Maple syrup brown!

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs! I don’t care what anyone says, it just looks so deliciously good!

Anything that my stomach can take is good in my book! Which is just about everything, haha!

Describe your craziest dream. Hm... probably the one where doughnuts were raining from the sky! I wish something like that could happen in real life...

Best memory from childhood? When my Ma and Pa got me my first cookbook! There were so many delicious recipes in there, like that Cookie Monster ice cream cake, and the chocolate fudge cookies!

Most embarrassing moment at school? When I forgot to add one of the ingredients to my nachos in food tech, it just didn’t have the same cheesy, gooey goodness!

Describe the first job you ever had. I work at my parents bakery sometimes! I make apple strudels for them, and they always get way more customers when I do! It makes me feel super happy!

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Working at the bakery with my parents, making as many apple strudels as the people want, haha!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? All of my pals from school, throwing a party in a cottage where we can make as many s’mores and finger sandwiches we want!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Write down all my recipes!

Sadie What’s your best quality? Katie says she, like, loves how my eyes sparkle when I smile!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Late 2000’s pop music, the kind you can, like, jump around and party to!

Red, like the colour of my shirt.

Katie and I, like, love to watch Mean Girls together!

Honeycrisp apples! But, like, only honeycrisp.

Describe your craziest dream. Katie wasn’t my best friend, and it was, like, so weird!

Best memory from childhood? The day I met Katie! She acted kinda, like, weird at first, but we’re, like, the best of friends!

Most embarrassing moment at school? I tried to stand up for Katie because, like, this bully was teasing her, and, like, bullying isn’t cool! But I tripped on my heels and, like, knocked the bully over like a bowling pin. So, like, it wasn’t that bad.

Describe the first job you ever had. Katie and I work at the, like, cutest ice cream shop ever!

Ten years from now, what are you doing? I’ll own a cafe that’s, like, right next door to Katie’s ice cream shop, and there will be this door connecting the buildings so people can, like, buy lunch and then go right next door to Katie’s!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Oh, I’d love to go on a date with Katie! She’s just so nice, and pretty, and says, like, the sweetest things! We could go to the beach and I’d collect all the, like, prettiest seashells for her!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Kiss Katie...

Trent What’s your best quality? Either my straight A’s or my ukulele playing skills, depends on who you ask.

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I like those covers on YouTube where it’s just people singing and playing the ukulele, no matter what song it is. It helps calm me down.

Green, but I’m pretty sure that’s kind of obvious.

Love, Simon. I read the book, too, and both of them are fantastic!

I know it’s not really a food, but I love orange juice.

Describe your craziest dream. I followed my dad’s advice and became an accountant. I mean, can you imagine? Me? An accountant?

Best memory from childhood? When I won my first ever award at the school talent show. Looking back on it, I can’t see why they voted for me, since one of my ukulele’s strings broke mid-performance, but I’m still proud.

Most embarrassing moment at school? I don’t know, maybe when one kid almost set fire to the end of my hair in chemistry? But that wasn’t really embarrassing for me, really.

Describe the first job you ever had. It’s nothing that cool, I’m just a cashier at some supermarket.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Hopefully, I’ll be known world-wide for my music and be on tour, playing ukulele and making fans happy.

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Probably just hanging out with a couple of mates at the beach, swimming, building sandcastles, you know. The works.

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Write a song.

Tyler What’s your best quality? My sporting ability!

Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I like those tunes they play at the beginning of the sports part of the news, with the swishy 3D logo and everything!

Blue and green!

Bend It Like Beckham!

My high-protein high-carb energy bars!

Describe your craziest dream. I dreamt all the colours in the world were, like, inverted! To be fair, I had had around ten of my energy bars that day, so...

Best memory from childhood? When I headbutted the soccer ball into the net in my first ever soccer game! So what if it was just me and my dad playing, it’s the thought that counts!

Most embarrassing moment at school? When my mum was my substitute gym teacher and she kept assigning me places on the court where I couldn’t do anything. It was like she was trying to make me look bad or something!

Describe the first job you ever had. My parents won’t let me get a job. Something about me being too ‘clumsy’ or whatever.

Ten years from now, what are you doing? Playing in the big leagues! In every sport!

My dream date would be with __________, doing what? Jess from Bend It Like Beckham! We could play soccer together, and it’d be totally cool!

It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do? Everything to the extreme!

[artificialqueens]

Can I Order A 'Sex On The Beach'? (Rajilaskam) - Albatross

AN: Here’s my final entry for the rare pair fic challenge; 11K+ of the lovely foursome known as Rajilaskam! A special thanks to @VeronicaSanders, @KitschyPixel, and @MissChimKi for inspiring the idea and of course, @PinkGrapefruit for supplying the title because I suck at them.

Tropes used are:

Coffee shop AU

A and B are best friends who are secretly in love with each other AU

Lesbian AU

It was a little before 7 AM when Alaska and Willam pulled into the single non-chain restaurant that was open in the vaguely suburban area. It was a cute little cafe that opens its doors promptly at 6 AM on weekdays and Saturdays and then 7 on Sundays. There wasn’t much in the area to begin with so finding something aside from fast food that was already open by the time they arrived was like a god-send. In truth, they would have made due with either a Dunkin Donuts or even McDonald’s but something about a home-styled cafe seemed much more appealing so early in the morning, especially for Alaska as she stifled yet another yawn while she exited the car.

This whole mini trip had been Willam’s idea and after almost two weeks of goading, she managed to convince Alaska to join her for a full day at the beach. The younger blonde had been agreeable to the proposition of relaxing in the warm weather but where she had her reservations was of course with the time Willam had suggested they leave…a lovely 6 AM before the sun was even truly up and shining in the sky.

“Why does it have to be so early?” Alaska had whined repeatedly at every thought of her losing precious sleeping time, especially on the weekend.

“The beach gets packed sometimes,” the dirty blonde argued in a very limited sense. She knew Alaska would give in before long and just wanted to be annoyed about the situation to save face without seeming too passive. “And besides, it’s going to be a nice day, I wanna stay out and enjoy it as long as possible.”

“But 6 AM?” Alaska stressed once more.

This discussion had gone back and forth, almost always with the same dialogue before Alaska finally agreed once Willam pulled out the rare and incredibly unfair advantage of using that special cooing tone she saved just for the younger woman. It was completely a low blow; Willam knew she’d do just about anything that was asked of her so long as she used that voice. It was as though once the first syllable passed from the dirty blonde’s lips, Alaska suddenly became willing to anything and everything to make Willam happy…even sacrificing something very near and dear to her heart; her lazy weekend mornings.

But here she was, struggling to stay fully awake as they made the 40 minute trek to a cute little beach Willam had discovered late last year. The dirty blonde had already made a few trips out by herself, usually whenever she took a day off work to fix her tan lines, but this would be the first time that Alaska would join her. And Willam certainly had her routine down to a science; leave her house by 6, stop at the cafe for a quick pick-me-up and bathroom break, then onto the beach until at least mid-afternoon. She even brought a packed lunch with her so as not to give up any valuable time in the sun…or her premium parking spot. Alaska had to admit, she was dedicated though she wished her friend would be more negotiable with the departure time.

Nevertheless, they made it to the cafe for some much needed coffee and as Alaska browsed over the house brews available for selection, Willam quickly rushed off to the bathroom. Alaska took her time pondering over the selection of no less than seven different flavors that had already been set out in their own self-contained dispensers. She had almost been tempted to order a specialty drink but that would have been a little bit pricier. Instead, she just order two bagels and two cups of the cheaper pre-made coffee. But now the time came to decide on what flavor…

Her choice was a bit more obvious; the red-eye mix would be far too strong for her and she already had a preference for the sweeter blends…French Vanilla seemed to be the obvious match…But for Willam? That was a little more difficult. ‘Jamaican Me Crazy’ was probably a ‘no’, as would be the ‘Sugar Cookie’…The ‘Breakfast Blend’ smelled a bit too weak for what the dirty blonde liked to drink early in the morning, so that was out as well…

Finally, Alaska’s eyes drifted to the second-to-last pot that had been placed out so far; ‘Irish Hazelnut’. Perfect!

Just to Willam’s taste.

With a slight victorious grin, Alaska quickly filled her cups and moved onto the cream and sugar. Willam’s coffee, no matter the blend, was always predictable; two creamers, or glugs of it, and three packs of sugar, preferably the raw kind if available. She hated the chemical taste of most artificial sweeteners, often finding it left an unpleasant after-taste; an opinion Alaska shared wholeheartedly. As for her own coffee, Alaska tailored her add-ins to each flavor. French Vanilla was already sweet, so two sugars and one creamer ought to be just fine.

She had just begun to reach for the bottle of creamer when her hand met with another woman’s quite unexpectedly. Alaska had hardly been aware that other customers were in the shop, much less that one was right next to her. The grazing of their fingers as they both made to grab the bottle quickly served to startle her into a much more conscious state. Before she even had a chance to properly think about the situation she found that she was already apologizing and retracting her hand, a gesture that was immediately reciprocated by the other person.

Alaska’s gaze drifted to the woman that was now beside her and for just a second she felt her breath hitch in her throat. The stranger had obviously just been out jogging; her long jet black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail while the bangs stuck just slightly to her damp forehead. Her outfit was undeniably fashionable but still sporty, even including a few strips of reflective fabric down the sides of the jacket and shorts, and then finally her shoes had remained mostly clean but a light sheen from the early morning dew could still be found pooling on the plastic tips. Despite all of this, she still looked absolutely stunning in an entirely effortless way that Alaska was inclined to feel jealous of. And then when you threw in the friendly, apologetic smile that the woman was currently throwing Alaska’s way?

It was the perfect combination to inspire a small, fleeting crush towards the stranger.

“Sorry,” Alaska repeated once she was finally able to take control of her thoughts, “Go ahead.”

The woman shook her head, smile still in place as she replied in a gentle tone, “No, you were here first. You should.”

Alaska faltered, they seemed to be at an impasse and quite honestly, she was inclined to let the woman go first just as an excuse to keep her nearby for a few seconds longer. Seeing her hesitation, the woman’s eyes soften considerably, as she encouraged once more, “Go on. I’ll wait my turn, I’m not in a rush.”

Her voice had dipped just short of cooing and immediately Alaska felt her stomach beginning to twist…she really was a sucker when beautiful women used that tone with her it seems.

To keep herself from acting like any more of an idiot than she probably already looked like, she mumbled an appreciative word of gratitude and began filling her cups with the appropriate amount of creamer. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her even as she slid down the counter towards the sugar and tore open the packets so roughly that they almost spilled out. Finally replacing the lids on the cups, she grabbed the To-Go bag with the bagels, shot the woman a small grateful smile, and scurried on towards an empty table near the doors to wait for Willam.

Her heart felt like it was racing in her chest as she took a few cautious sips of her coffee in an effort to calm herself down. She knew Willam would be out shortly and that’d be the end of this ordeal but when she saw the woman sitting down in a booth almost parallel to her, it felt like a spot-light the strength of the sun was shining down on her. Alaska tried to keep her sight from falling back to the woman but every so often when it felt safe to do so, she stole a few glances at the unknown jogger. At the times when she didn’t quite dare to look over, she could have sworn she felt a set of eyes on her as well.

A few minutes later after Willam still had not emerged from whatever the hell she was doing in the bathroom, a sudden burst of movement from the stranger’s table caught her eye. Glancing up in as discreet a manner as she could muster, she saw the woman’s smile growing ever brighter as she seemed to be waving to someone just passing through the entrance.

“Raja!” she called out just loud enough to be heard across the room, “Over here!”

Footsteps were heard to be shuffling but Alaska was unable to sneak a peek at the other person without seeming too obvious. But as it turned out all she had to do was wait just a few more seconds and swiftly she felt her heart hammering in her chest once more. Almost as soon as the two women were in a close enough distance to one another, they shared a brief kiss before both repositioned themselves in the booth. There was a look of pure admiration in the jogger’s eyes as she welcomed her companion and began chatting away with evident enthusiasm.

Alaska knew she was now being utterly obvious as she stared at the pair but it seemed like a helpless cause to try and tear her eyes away. They were both gorgeous in their own unique ways. The jogger, whose name Alaska still had yet to hear, was like a casual beauty; fun and approachable, one you felt yourself drawn to just by her energy alone. As for the other woman, Raja; she radiated an aura that seemed to draw your eyes to her but still kept you at a safe, respectable distance. She seemed like someone you couldn’t just approach without a valid reason for calling on her; you had to be worthy of taking up her time even if you just wanted to give up every minute in your day if only to look at her.

Unlike her partner, she was the only one of them to be wearing any trace of makeup at this time and though it was very light, it looked expertly applied…like she had years of perfecting her skill and matching it to suit her face. Her lips especially were the most striking feature, having been painted just a few shades darker than her already honey colored skin. Out of self-consciousness for her own mostly bare face, Alaska began biting her gloss covered lip, the one feature aside from a bit of mascara that had any trace of additional product.

As her eyes fell back to her cup, Alaska could have sworn that once more she was being watched. Before she dared to look up to confirm those suspicions, Willam came bouncing up next to her with a slight grin that seemed rather out of place for her so early in the morning.

Motioning towards the coffee on the table, she asked, “Which one’s mine?”

Even before Alaska had opened her mouth to reply, Willam was already reaching for one and somehow missing the smudged traces of lip gloss around lid, selected Alaska’s French Vanilla and took a shallow sip of it.

Rolling her eyes with a patient smile, Alaska pulled the cup out of Willam’s hands and mockingly informed her, “This is mine…Yours is sitting next to the bag.”

For her part, Willam gave her a vaguely apologetic smile and made to grab the correct cup. Unlike when she had tasted Alaska’s coffee, which earned a slight grimace at the overly sweet flavor, Willam’s proper drink drew forth a pleased grin and content sigh as she drained almost a third of the contents in one gulp. She gave Alaska a truly sincere word of thanks and asked if she was ready to leave.

Nodding her head, Alaska agreed, almost tempted as she followed her friend past the door to look back one final time at the stunning couple she was leaving behind. Though she ultimately denied herself of that opportunity, she still felt like if she had, her line of sight would have connected with one or both of the women. She pondered over what that could have possibly meant or resulted in ('nothing’ being the answer she was inclined to give for both questions) and by the time she and Willam arrived at the empty beach, she forced herself to push any further thought of it out of her mind.

Instead she was determined to focus her attention on Willam, who now wasted little time in stripping down to her bathing suit. Even before Alaska had laid out the blanket and towels she brought for both of them, Willam had already slathered herself in sunscreen and was ready to dive into the ocean. She asked if Alaska would be joining her but the blonde politely refused, citing it was still a bit too cold for her but perhaps in the afternoon she would take her up on the offer.

In truth, the temperature was only about half of the answer. Alaska would be taking advantage of the separation to just watch Willam without any worry of getting caught. Even when they were together, she was always nervous that focusing her sight too long on her friends would tip her off to the less than PG thoughts Alaska sometimes harbored towards her long-time companion. She always kept their interactions respectful but she could never find the courage to confess to Willam how she felt…its not as though it would amount to anything and Willam certainly wouldn’t abandon her if she discovered the truth but even thought of the dirty blonde finally knowing about Alaska’s hidden crush was absolutely mortifying. So she just consoled herself with stealing glances here and there and reveling in the time they spent together. It was something she wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

For most of the morning, Alaska spent her time divided between reading a book she had brought and discreetly watching over her friend as she swam up and down the beach. Over the course of three hours, the foot traffic had picked up quite a bit and in every direction Alaska looked, there seemed to be a newcomer setting their belongings down onto the sand. The background noise had risen just slightly but thankfully not enough to be too distracting whenever she tried to focus herself on reading the words on the page and not on Willam’s skimpy but flattering bikini.

Alaska managed to make it through two chapters before she heard a friendly voice just a few feet beside her, “Excuse me. Mind if we set up next to you?”

Alaska’s head turned up to see one half of that beautiful couple from the coffee shop glancing down at her with a bright smile as she patiently waited for an answer. Try as she might, Alaska’s mind seemed to have been wiped completely blank as she stared almost helpless at the one woman whose name she had inadvertently learned; Raja. Despite her gawking, the older woman didn’t seem inclined to acknowledge it other than a slight tilt of her head as her lips curled ever so slightly into a teasing grin.

Finally after what felt like hours had escaped, Alaska managed to plaster a smile on her slightly burning face and replied back, “Not at all. Go ahead.”

The older woman gave her a quick word of thanks and proceeded to drop her belongings just a few feet away from Alaska and Willam’s own outstretched blanket. While the blonde tried to divert her sight back to her book in an attempt to save what little dignity she still possessed, she found she had to curse the universe just slightly as the jogger from earlier came sprinting up to join her companion with yet another bundle of items.

Alaska was watching the scene in a helpless, 'why me?’ state of mind when suddenly the stranger’s eyes fell to hers and shining grin stretched across her face. She had immediately recognized and remembered Alaska from their brief encounter in the shop and commented cheerfully, “Seems we’re meant to spend the day together.”

“Guess so,” Alaska agreed as a shy undertone worked its way into her voice. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears at the thought of spending at least a few more hours with this gorgeous couple so close by. It seemed as though the universe loved to both reward and torture her.

As the couple continued to unpack their bags, Alaska’s gaze drifted to Raja as she careless striped away her loose shirt. The art covering most of the skin on her arms caught Alaska’s attention until her gaze was raking down every inch of exposed ink that she could see. It didn’t take long for the other woman to become aware of the blatant staring and trying her best to immediately cover for herself, Alaska apologized sheepishly, “Sorry. Was just admiring your tattoos.”

A cocky but proud grin grew across Raja’s lips as she put forth an enticing offer of, “Want a closer look?”

The final syllable had barely slipped out before the blonde was nodding her head eagerly. Dropping to her knees next to Alaska’s blanket, Raja extended her arm in order for the younger woman to take in the details more clearly. As her eyes followed each of the lines, Alaska felt like she was slowly slipping into a trance and without even thinking, her hand had slowly begun to reach out to run her fingers over the frilly edges. Coming to her senses and stopping herself just inches short of actually making contact, Alaska tore her gaze back to meet Raja’s and apologized for what she had almost done.

“Don’t worry about it,” Raja assured her as her voice dipped towards a low, consoling level, “You can touch them.”

If Alaska had been standing she was sure she would have gone weak in the knees but to her relief, she kept her voice steady as she accepted the offer and carefully traced her fingertips across some of the patterns.

Her mind had gone into an almost fully distracted state as she mentioned in a daze, “The lines are so smooth…”

“Had them for a few years now,” Raja informed her politely, “They’re only really raised while they’re still healing.”

Pulling her hand away and reconnecting their gazes, Alaska admitted in a somewhat embarrassed fashion, “Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“I take it you don’t have any yourself?” Raja asked after having already guessed the answer, if one had to judge by the playful look in her eyes.

Shaking her head modestly, Alaska had to confess that she didn’t, only Willam had any permanent ink added to her body.

Almost as if on cue, the dirty blonde in question had come strolling up to the pair. A tense smile was to be seen on her face as she asked who Alaska’s new friend was.

At once the older woman flashed her a charming smile, and as she held out her hand, stated that her name was, “Raja.”

“Willam,” the dirty blonde replied with a polite but stony smile as she reciprocated the gesture.

From a few feet away, Alaska could hear the jogger finally introducing herself as “Manila” with a cheerful grin and soon Alaska was mirroring it as she provided her own name to the pair. Upon hearing the blonde speaking, Manila turned her attention to the youngest of them and if anything Alaska would swear the smile grew even wider. As if to confirm those suspicions, Willam’s eyes were darting between the two with a silent question, or rather a near demand, to know what was going on with the pair’s shared knowing gaze.

“We kinda met at the coffee shop for like five seconds,” Alaska informed the older woman with an air of sheepishness.

Despite the blonde’s attempt to stay vague, Manila couldn’t seem to keep a flirtatious undertone from penetrating her voice as she added in, “I’d say it was at least ten.”

Raja only seemed to be amused by the comment but Willam’s sentiments sharply contradicted that feeling. Though to everyone’s relief, instead of raising a scene, she gave a quiet musing of, “Mm.”

Alaska was more than ready to change the subject, if only just to keep the beautiful couple engaged with her, but the dirty blonde seemed to have other plans for the time being. Setting herself down on the blanket, putting a barrier between Raja and her friend in the process, Willam proceeded to dig around in the bag they had brought containing their beach accessories and asked innocently, “'Lask, could you put some more sunscreen on my back? Wanna lay out here for a little bit.”

Like a pet eager to please, Alaska was nodding her head with an immediate agreement of, “Sure.”

After Willam handed her the almost new bottle of lotion, Alaska wasted little time in assisting her friend. Though her heart had a tendency to race any time she made physical contact with the dirty blonde, today of course being no exception, she remained respectful of Willam’s person and made quick work of applying the latest layer of sunscreen.

Once finished she promptly handed the bottle back to Willam but instead of moving on to add the lotion anywhere else on her body, the dirty blonde instead offered, “Let me get you, too.”

If Alaska had any desire not to accept, that notion was largely missed by Willam. She was already squeezing the sunscreen out before the final word had passed from her lips. Not that Alaska would have refused anyway. Even tossing aside her affection for the older woman, it was still a good idea in the growing heat of the day to keep up with reapplying the sunscreen. The last thing she wanted was to end up burnt for a week.

Turning around so that her back was to her friend, Alaska piled up her long hair into a makeshift bun as she awaited to feel the touch of Willam’s bare skin on hers. What she hadn’t expected was for the lotion to feel so cool still. A small gasp at the contact escaped her which to her mortification almost turned into a whine as the dirty blonde’s voice dipped with a soft apology of, “Sorry, baby.”

Alaska could have swore her heart skipped a beat in her chest at the barely used pet name and mumbled that it was fine. However, despite her words, she was decidedly feeling anything less than fine as Willam’s hands slipped beneath the strings of her bikini. Despite herself, she could feel her cheeks growing hot as the nimble fingers traced everywhere across her back under the pretext of wanting to thoroughly rub in the lotion. Alaska honestly just chalked it up to Willam probably pouring out too much into her hand as was now trying to use it as much as possible. But that thought did little to calm her twisting stomach as Willam’s hands traveled ever lower. It was just when she was beginning to bite her lower lip that Willam retreated and moved to lay down on the blanket.

Alaska didn’t know whether to feel relieved…or cheated.

So instead she just turned her attention back to the couple and began to inquire with some innocent and polite questions. Willam would pipe up every now and then as the conversation quickly consumed the other three but in large part she stayed unusually quiet. It was thanks to the generic small talk that Alaska was able to learn just a little bit more about her new friends. They actually lived pretty close by and even came to the beach nearly every weekend as the weather allowed. The amount of time they spent here varied, whether it was a full day or just a walk up and down the tide line but it was clear this spot had a special place in their heart. The three eventually turned to more probing questions such as one’s occupation, what they did for fun and various stories of miscellaneous adventures with one another.

It seemed at first that Willam was well on her way to becoming annoyed with the three but after catching a glimpse of the couple exchanging a kiss, her disposition had softened considerably. Though she was far from the usually outgoing and boisterous life of the party that Alaska knew her as, it was clear that slowly but surely she was warming up to the pair and soon would be back to her normal self. However one trait that Alaska did make a note of was how Willam utterly refused to move from her spot by the blonde’s side. She wasn’t sure if Willam was simply done swimming for the day or if she just wanted to stay in the company of their new friends but in a strange way she was glad.

Watching the pair, who clearly held an enormous amount of affection towards one another, left her feeling a bit lonely somewhere deep in her heart. She longed to have a relationship like that; one where she was so comfortable with the other person it was almost second nature to remain at each other’s side even if the only thing they engaged in was small talk. Manila’s gaze was one of absolute adoration for the older woman while Raja’s was one of utter devotion. A very different set of emotions yet so complementary towards one another.

Alaska found that she was actually…jealous.

As for Willam, those shared looks of mutual appreciation seemed to quell her discontent with the attention they seemed to be lavishing on Alaska when she first spotted them. Though she still didn’t care for the mildly flirty comments or wandering eye that each of the other women spared for the blonde, they at least seemed to respect the distance that Willam wanted them to keep.

The rest of the day up to late afternoon was filled with light chatter. Eventually they slipped off for a walk down the beach while Willam and Alaska decided to take their leave in order to keep their dinner plans for that night. Before they parted ways, Manila had asked if the pair would be returning the following week. Alaska felt her stomach tying itself into knots as she glanced over to Willam for confirmation. They hadn’t made any plans beyond today to come back together but if it meant seeing Raja and Manila again, Alaska would have gladly woken up every day in the wee hours of the morning for the rest of her life.

Though usually Willam was always eager to return to the beach, this time there was a strong hint of hesitation before she muttered an agreement. Alaska could have sworn that her smile would have rivaled the strength of the sun…at least until she heard Raja murmur, “See you then,” to the dirty blonde, along with a very light grazing of her fingertips across Willam’s upper arm as she and Manila set off on their walk towards the shoreline.

Even such a tiny, perhaps innocent, perhaps not, gesture had given Willam reason to pause and Alaska would have bet anything the dirty blonde’s breath caught in her throat. A flash of envy gripped her heart as she longed to be able to elicit the same kind of reaction from her friend on her own. It seems that even with her initial reluctance to welcome the couple, Willam was not immune to the charms of at least one of them. And there was no denying that after they left, there was a trace of a vaguely impressed smile resting on Willam’s lips that lasted almost the whole duration of their ride home.

*****

As promised, the pair returned again the following Saturday and set up their blanket in almost the same spot as they had the previous week. Willam spent a majority of their time alone swimming in the ocean once more while Alaska waited anxiously on shore keeping a close eye on both her friend and their belongings. Though this week Alaska had actually joined her in walking along the shoreline, she utterly refused to go into the water any further than ankle deep. In her opinion it was still far too cold to be going in, even if the sun was promised to shine exceptionally bright later that day.

Eventually Willam gave in after swimming alone for an hour and opted to walk beside Alaska as she explored the beach in a way she hadn’t been able to last Saturday. The entrance onto the sand from the parking lot was very close to one end of the beach that brushed against the edges of the wooded cliffs. Due to the nature of the cliffs suddenly collapsing, particularly after heavy rainfall, the county had posted a notice forbidding people from wandering too close. Not that it stopped anyone anyhow…

But since Alaska wasn’t looking to risk her neck at this point in time, she instead walked in the opposite direction towards the boardwalk she saw extending off into the distance. Though the beach was admittedly a bit small, especially when compared to more commercial locations, it still held a certain charm. It felt more natural and welcoming to be surrounded by nature, even if the bugs associated with it were a bit annoying at times.

By the time the two had doubled back, they spotted Manila and Raja making their way onto the beach with their towels and bags in hand. Immediately Alaska perked up with a wide smile and began calling out a warm welcome to the women. Willam was less ecstatic but Alaska hardly noticed as she grabbed the dirty blonde’s hand and forced her to speed walk in order to meet the pair halfway. She felt almost like a kid in high school after spotting their crush the moment she laid eyes on the couple once more.

For their part, they greeted Willam and Alaska with matching grins and asked where they ought to drop their belongings. Alaska had begun to withdraw her hand from Willam’s in order to point out the direction but to her surprise the older woman seemed reluctant to let go. Or perhaps she hadn’t noticed, Alaska thought. Willam’s expression hardly seemed to change as the blonde’s hand left hers so mostly likely she hadn’t realized right away that Alaska was trying to disentangle them.

Disregarding that thought for now, Alaska opted instead to direct the pair over to where she had laid out her and Willam’s blanket. As they began to unpack, their conversation from last week picked up again in earnest. It was almost as if no time had passed at all since they last saw one another. Even Willam was joining in as an equal participant. Though she was still a bit more reserved than how Alaska typically knew her, she had taken a liking to the couple and seemed to be genuinely intrigued by the two.

Again, by the time the pair began to depart for a walk down the beach, towards the cliffs Alaska noticed, the four exchanged another promise to meet up again the following week. Slowly but surely this mutual agreement turned into a predictable routine as the weeks slipped into months with only rain or bad weather keeping the two pairs apart. Alaska and Willam would always arrive at the beach early, sometimes spotting Manila, Raja or both at the coffee shop beforehand, but always spending at least one hour together before the couple made their way over to join them. They’d all spend the majority of the day together, sometimes sunbathing, sometimes swimming or other times just walking up and down the shoreline but by late afternoon, the couple would always excuse themselves in direction of the cliffs.

There were times when Willam and Alaska would not always leave right away but once the pair had slipped off, they would not be seen again for at least for another half hour. Willam used the time to catch up on missed texts or even eating a quick snack but Alaska’s curiosity continued to grow with each passing week. She’d never really seen that part of the beach due in large part to the fallen trees that hid most of the landscape but she couldn’t help but wonder just what was so interesting over there that Raja and Manila would want to disappear to find every week.

Finally on one exceedingly warm day, Alaska dared to follow after them. The couple had gotten a head start a few minutes prior and Willam was off swimming in the ocean once more. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to trail behind and see just why Manila and Raja wandered off so habitually every week. The terrain past the lonely warning sign had grown much more dense and leaf-littered as she darted between the fallen trees and rocks. It was a bit inconvenient for anyone wishing to take a relaxing stroll so there must have been some additional motivating factor for why the couple would want to come out here together.

Past the first major blockade of overturned foliage, the area did open up, but not very much Alaska had to admit. Upon inspecting the walls of the cliff at a much closer distance, Alaska could see where several parts had collapsed in recent months though exactly how recent was difficult to say. Yet still no matter how thoroughly she searched the area, she could not see nor hear any trace of Raja and Manila. She wandered on much closer to the cliffs until she came up on a curved corner that had jutted into the water and still there was no sign of the couple even with the new vantage point…Unless perhaps they had gone into the woods itself but that option seemed unlikely…they had no shoes on after all.

She was at a loss and considering going back to wait for their return and simply ask them…but another idea struck her.

The water near the cliff didn’t seem too deep, perhaps only thigh high for most people of average height. Maybe they had pushed onward into another area. It was worth a shot to investigate at least.

Braving the lukewarm water, Alaska steadied herself on the slightly rocky, sand-filled bottom, and carefully made her way around the cliff. Whatever she was expecting, it certainly was not what she found.

After rounding the corner of the cliff, the landscape quickly opened up into a small miniature bay. It looked surprisingly clean yet still rather wild when compared to the area she had just passed though. But as she was taking in the natural beauty something else quickly caught her attention.

Off a good 20 yards away at the very edge of the shoreline, Alaska spotted the couple in a more intimate moment than she ever thought she’d witness. There was little doubt as to what the pair was doing, what with Raja’s hand tucked between Manila’s legs and the latter’s head thrown back just slightly. She was biting her bottom lip in effort to keep from becoming too loud but every so often Alaska could hear a soft call of Raja’s name mixed in with the sound of the surf. Her breathing looked labored and heavy if the heaving of her chest was anything to go by as she clawed at Raja’s back desperate for something to hold on to. If Raja was bothered by the light scratches, she showed no outward sign of it. Instead she seemed to be solely focus on her task of giving Manila as much pleasure as the younger woman could handle.

Even from her limited angle Alaska would bet anything that Raja’s fingers were skillfully working their way in and out in a manner Raja would have come to perfect during their time together. Aside from all of that, she was dusting several kisses up and down the side of Manila’s neck as the grip on her backside tightened even further. There was no doubt that younger woman was getting dangerously close.

Raja was just starting to work her way down to a spot between Manila’s collarbone when Alaska felt a pair of warm hands gripping her bare waist and soft chest pressed against her backside. She barely even registered the presence of another person before she heard a teasing whisper in her ear, “Whatcha watching?”

Completely startled, Alaska jumped in place and quickly spun around to find her friend standing just a little too close for comfort. Trying her best to keep them from being caught, she scolded her friend in hushed, firm tone, “Fuck, Willam!”

Not even daring to look back at the pair, Alaska quickly began trying to push Willam back around the other side of the cliff but the dirty blonde was having none of it. Firmly standing her ground, Willam dug her feet in and refused to move. As she had suspected when she first spotted Alaska on her own, she knew the blonde was up to something sneaky and definitely wanted in on it. She darted her way around the younger woman in an effort to see what she was spying on as her voice rose in pitch with a taunting question of, “Ooh, what’s going on-”

However she intended to finish that sentence quickly died on her lips as Willam took in the sight that laid before her. Very much amused, she continued to tease the nervous young woman, “'Laska, I didn’t know you were such a perv!”

“Shut up!” Alaska all but yelled as her voice cracked in embarrassment. Before either of them could truly be caught by their new friends, Alaska grabbed Willam’s arm and swiftly pulled her away from the scene, all the while she kept up her adamant statement of, “I didn’t know that’s what they were doing-”

“Uh-huh, right,” Willam interrupted with eye roll of disbelief. This little incident would definitely be material to tease Alaska with for years to come.

“I didn’t!” the blonde insisted as she kept up a brisk pace back to a safe distance away from the edge of the cliff, “Not at first.”

“Oh, but after?” the dirty blonde challenged with an arched brow.

Feeling her cheeks continuing to grow hot in embarrassment, the blonde squeaked out, “Shut up! I only realized like a second before you showed up!”

Stopping the younger woman in her tracks, Willam stepped closer until there were almost touching and dared her answer, “And how long would you have stayed if I hadn’t?”

As she thought, Alaska remained silent while her cheeks burned a bright red. It almost could have been mistaken for the early stages of sunburn if someone hadn’t known better. But Willam certainly did and felt a smug smirk stretching across her lips as she affirmed, “Mh-mm. Perv.”

“We’re done talking about this,” Alaska declared as she set off once more towards their blanket.

There was no way she could face the couple after they returned and with a lightning quick speed, she hastily packed up all the belongings she and Willam had brought and ushered the protesting dirty blonde towards the car. Even long after the beach and town were out of sight, Alaska could still feel the humiliated heat emanating from her face…one that seemed to double every time she met Willam’s knowing gaze.

That night after retiring to her own apartment she finally allowed herself to replay the scene after having faithfully pushed it from her mind for the better part of the afternoon. Whether it had been real or imagined, Alaska did her best to focus on all the little micro-expressions she believed Manila would have held. From the biting of her lower lip, the heavy panting, soft mewls for more, eyes clenched tight as she tried to hold on for just a little longer…

Startled, Alaska quickly shook those thoughts from her mind. It just felt…dirty to be thinking of her new friends in that manner. As far as she knew, they hadn’t even realized they’d been caught, much less actively watched for well over a minute. And then for her to be playing out the scene again as a very familiar burning built up in the pit of her stomach?

It was too much.

No matter how enticing that mental image had been, Alaska refused to dwell on it. The guilt just wasn’t worth it.

Even when she and Willam set off again the following Saturday morning, Alaska still had reservations about seeing the couple again so soon. She knew her heart would be fluttering even more than it usually did but Willam was insistent on returning to the beach. Their stop at the coffee shop was unusually quick as Willam rushed them in and out after a quick restroom and breakfast break. Seems she just couldn’t wait to spend another day in the sun.

Once on the sand, Alaska barely had time to lay out their blanket and towels before the dirty blonde was grabbing her hand and leading her off towards the shoreline. Somewhat impatiently, she urged, “C'mon!”

“Where are we going?” Alaska asked reluctantly as she struggled to fully wake herself up and mentally prepare for the cold water that was soon to be hitting her feet.

A devilish smirk soon found its way to Willam’s lips as she turned back to Alaska and asked rhetorically, “Where do you think?”

The realization of Willam’s intended destination startled Alaska into full consciousness and her heels began to dig in as she sputtered out, “Wha-Why-”

“I want to check it out,” the dirty blonde reasoned as she continued to pull Alaska towards the wooded end of the beach. Despite her being a good few inches shorter than younger woman, Willam could be surprisingly persistent and strong once motivated…and right now, she certainly had the necessary motivation.

Alaska only struggled for another few seconds before ultimately giving in and allowing Willam to guide her ever closer to the cliffs. Though she wouldn’t quite dare to say it out loud, the phrase 'This is a bad idea’ looped in her mind during their entire journey.

As expected, the water they had to traverse through was far too cold for Alaska to find enjoyable but it would have been pointless for her to try to resist. She honestly didn’t put it past Willam to splash her if she showed any sign of discomfort for the cool waves pooling around them. By some bit of luck it was closer to low tide than high so there wasn’t as much water to wade through as the previous week but with the sun so low in the sky, the majority of the area was still left in the shade.

A shiver ran up her spine as Willam forced her to brave the depths and follow the knee deep water until they reached the opposite shoreline. The nearer they got, it became increasingly obvious that this part of the beach had a much more rocky bottom than where they usually occupied. The clay made the footing a bit slippery if they neared the edge of the cliff too much but thankfully there was just enough sand to ensure that they maintained a steady grip.

With a single-minded determinedness that Alaska was usually one to admire, Willam marched right up to almost the exact spot she and the blonde had seen Raja and Manila in the midst of their liaison. Alaska was initially intending to avoid the area but at Willam’s insistence, or rather pulling, she soon found herself sitting quite near the same area Manila had been laying the previous Saturday.

The pair sat side by side in silence for almost a full minute as they watched the waves lapping at tide line in front of them, but Willam soon took to contemplating out loud, “Mm, so this is it…it’s kinda cold in the shade.”

Another shiver ran through Alaska’s body as she distractedly agreed, “Yeah.”

More than anything she was hoping they’d leave soon as it was becoming increasingly difficult not to begin replaying the events of their last visit to the beach. Already a desperate ache was starting to burn in the pit of her stomach but with every ounce of willpower she had, she tried her best to steer her thoughts away from that accidental case of voyeurism. Willam however, apparently felt no such shame as she further commented, “Not exactly comfortable here but…”

The blonde was silently praying that would be the end of it but those prayers went unanswered as the older woman scooted closer until she was very nearly brushing against Alaska. There was hardly an inch of space between their bodies as Willam cocked her head to the side and asked, “Don'tcha wonder what it’d be like?”

Alaska was fighting with every last bit of strength she had not to let herself do something stupid in response to Willam’s innocent question. Even trying to keep her eyes from drifting to the dirty blonde’s lips or down the curves of her body required a conscious effort to resist. Nothing however could be done to stop the faint pink she felt rising to her cheeks.

Certainly not trusting herself to say anything that wouldn’t be self-incriminating or embarrassing, Alaska opted to simply shrug her shoulders as though the thought had never crossed her mind…much less that it involved the person right next to her.

Despite her attempt to appear neutral and unaffected by the question, Willam seemed to be utterly let down by her answer, or rather, lack of one. Her eyes flashed between frustration and hopelessness as if she weren’t sure which she ought to be feeling more strongly at that moment. Alaska was nearly about to question the odd expression until Willam shook her head in disbelief. She sounded quite beaten as she let out a helpless laugh of, “'Lask…I really don’t get you.”

“What do you mean?” she inquired at once as her head tilted in confusion.

Brushing it off, Willam simply stood up and replied, “Never mind. Let’s head back.”

*******

Their return journey was again quiet but this time it felt more like an awkward tension rather than a comfortable, friendly silence. Almost the moment they had rounded the corner of the cliff and began walking towards the wooded section, Willam decided to instead run off and swim alone. Alaska was left to watch helplessly as her friend stormed away and promptly disappeared between the waves as she seemed to try her best to put as much distance between them as possible.

Her hands were shaking as she stood shuddering in the cool shade and somewhere in the back of her mind, she had the sense that somehow she had fucked up big time. She racked her brain trying to figure out what it could have been but every possibility she came up with seemed too far-fetched. There was no way that Willam could return her affections so perhaps, Alaska reasoned, she had finally discovered the secret that she had tried so hard to keep hidden. Either way, Alaska remained sure of two things; one, that Willam does not feel the same as she does and two, Alaska had no desire to be around anyone else at this particular moment. Instead she decided to sequester herself to this isolated area and suffer in solitude as she came to terms with the likely fact Willam now knew about her long-kept crush.

Setting herself down on one of the larger overturned trees, Alaska sat in dejection and watched the waves as they washed over the shoreline and slowly began to recede back into a proper low tide. She was unsure of how long she had been there but by the time she heard a break in the normal background noise, the sun had risen much higher in the sky and the shadows that had shielded her had begun to retreat further down the beach. She almost disregarded the noise as being too far off in the distance to warrant any special attention but as she began to slip back into her misery again, she was jolted from her thoughts by a very familiar voice.

“Hey, 'Laska! Where’s Willam?” Manila called out cheerfully as she and Raja made their way closer to Alaska’s spot of self-imposed isolation.

“Oh, um, she’s around…somewhere,” Alaska replied with a slightly pained smile as she tried her best to appear friendly. There was a slight shrug of her shoulders as she admitted, “Not sure where exactly.”

“Hm,” Raja murmured as she made her way round Alaska’s side to sit down next to her.

While the older woman made herself comfortable looking out onto the beach, Manila opted to remain on the blonde’s opposite side while straddling the width of the tree as she scooted a bit closer than what most friends would dare to call 'casual’. Raja kept up her air of a polite yet respectful nature but Manila was much more brazen and to the point as she took the opportunity to finally ask the burning question that she and her partner both had, “We always see you two together, are you two dating?”

Startled, Alaska’s eyes darted to the ground as an all too noticeable blush rose to her face. Trying to find her voice and keep it level at the unexpected inquiry, Alaska replied uncomfortable, “Uh, um…no, just…no.”

Her fingers were toying with a lock of hair as she tried to distract herself from the queasy feeling growing in her stomach. It made quite a difference to admit that sad fact out loud instead of just in her head. Perhaps noticing the blonde’s discomfort or maybe just musing the topic on her own, Raja chimed in, “Shame. You two would make a cute couple.”

“How’s that?” Alaska asked with a helpless laugh in her voice, “I’m like…a head taller than her and we’re total opposites.”

“Opposites but still complementary, at least from what I’ve seen,” the older woman mentioned as she turned her gaze away from the ocean to focus solely on the pair beside her.

Immediately agreeing, Manila made a further comment of, “And you always look so happy together. Like when you make each other laugh…it looks like your smiles were meant just for the other.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” the blonde muttered as her cheeks grew even hotter with the mention of the couple’s observation.

Taking a more pointed tone, Raja questioned the younger woman, “Isn’t that something you’ve thought about before?”

Although Alaska was inclined to deny it, she felt unable to follow through with the notion, at least in the presence of these particular two. There was a hint of reluctance in the undertone of her voice as she quietly admitted, “Maybe.”

“But you’ve never made a move?” Raja inquired with an arched brow. Though her demeanor wasn’t meant to be judging she still seemed to disapprove, even if only slightly, of the lack of initiate on either woman’s part.

Picking up on the reproach in the older woman’s voice, Alaska continued to fiddle nervously with the lock of hair tangled in her fingers as she tried to defend herself with, “No, I…I can’t. She’s…we really are opposites. It couldn’t really last.”

“Never know,” Raja disagreed, “Manila and I are pretty different but we make it work.”

Piping up, the younger woman placed a comforting hand on Alaska’s thigh and added in consolingly, “There’s always a way when you find some common ground.”

Alaska politely nodded her head, understanding the meaning behind the words yet still skeptical at how likely they were to be true in real life. Over and over throughout her friendship with Willam, she had reinforced to herself that things hardly ever worked out the way they do Hollywood movies. Personality differences come into play very quickly and could drive a couple apart no matter how attracted they were to one another. Though in this instance, it was clearly a case of one-sided attraction.

Trying to take the focus off of herself, Alaska chose to ask, “How’d you two end up together?”

Each looked at each other to ask who ought to tell the story and with a few seconds of silent conversation, Raja chose to answer for the both of them, “Well, it was right around here actually…rather, a little bit up a ways, but just one day we were out here swimming, having a good time together and somehow we ended up against the rocks just finally…showing each other how we really felt.”

“Yeah, somehow,” Manila muttered with an eye-roll thrown in to boot.

A smirk made its way to Raja’s lips as she replied innocently (and sounded as though she had used the excuse multiple times before), “I slipped.”

“Uh huh,” the younger woman noted sarcastically, “Slipped your tongue right into my mouth.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining…” Raja shot back with a taunting grin, “Then or now.”

Another eye-roll was provided as Manila gave in and brought the commentary back to its original purpose with a gentle declaration of, “Point is, we just kind of took a chance and saw where it led us and I’d say we’re doing pretty well.”

Nodding her head in complete agreement, the brunette added, “No matter how busy we get, we always find our way back here.”

“Our special spot,” Manila affirmed with a nostalgic tone as she gazed at her partner in mutual adoration.

Now more than ever, Alaska felt mortifyingly embarrassed that she had seen them in such an intimate moment, accidental or otherwise. Her voice was starting to shake as she hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it meant-”

“It’s okay,” Raja cut in with an understanding looking in her eyes, “I’m sure it’s not just ours.”

“And we don’t mind sharing…” Manila noted thoughtfully as her hand inched its way up in a lazy manner to meet the outer hem of Alaska’s bikini bottom. “Not if you don’t.”

The brushing of Manila’s fingertips against Alaska’s skin left her head feeling dizzy and her heart pounding in her chest. Unlike most times when the blonde usually remained unaware of someone’s flirting until she was smacked in the face with it, this time it was hard to call the risque behavior as anything but. Just barely she noticed that Manila was drawing thoughtless patterns against her thigh as she waited to see if the younger woman was having any objects to her open invitation. Finding nothing other than a growing shade of pink in Alaska’s face, Manila moved closer one final time until she had almost trapped the blonde between herself and her partner.

Alaska was trying to search the depths of her mind for anything to say or do but the addition of another firmer hand resting on her opposite hip made it almost impossible to come up with any coherent thought. Her eyes dropped to the ground in an attempt to keep them from drifting down Manila’s chest but a gentle hand lifting her chin up quickly brought her gaze back to the jet haired girl in front of her. In a sharp contrast to Alaska’s timid nature, Manila made no effort to hide the growing lust in her eyes. She focused her attention almost solely on Alaska’s lips but to the surprise of the younger woman, the first place she actually felt them was as they grazed against her cheek.

Her breath hitched in her throat as Manila placed a light trail of kisses from the edge of Alaska’s cheekbone, down to the corner of her mouth and then continued on to trace the curve of her jawline. There was slight whine at the denial but Manila remained unconcerned as she placed several kisses down the front and sides of the young woman’s neck. Alaska had been so focused on the woman directly in front of her that she had almost forgotten about Raja…at least until she felt the older woman’s free hand pushing back the long loose locks to leave her own series of kisses across Alaska’s back and shoulder.

The blonde’s mind felt like it was slowly falling into an endless abyss as the women of either side of her seemed determined to leave no area untouched by their lips. A yearning ache was being to build in her chest and stomach as Manila proceed to the leave the beginnings of a love bite above Alaska’s clavicle and Raja slowly made her way up to the shell of Alaska’s ear. She felt the hand formerly woven into her hair drop to brush against her lower back before steadily curling around the contour of her waist.

She barely felt able to breath normally as she heard a husky whisper of, “She’s watching, you know.”

Alaska was almost about to question what Raja had meant but suddenly her mind flashed with a realization of the obvious answer. Even if she had tried, Alaska couldn’t push away the mental image of Willam watching them nor the desperate desire to let the other women do as they pleased even as the dirty blonde engaged in her own voyeurism.

Raja’s fingers started to toy with the top hem of Alaska’s swim bottoms as she continued to drive the point home with, “She’s waiting to see what you do.”

A nod was all the acknowledgement Alaska felt confident to give. There was very little coherent thought left in her head as Manila’s tongue dragged itself across her skin and a few fingers pulled aside the straps of her top so that her lips could continue dusting the entirety of Alaska’s exposed skin.

The blonde felt her hand clenching and nails digging into the bark beneath her as she tried to resist the temptation to pull one of the other women in even closer. Her mind almost went completely blank as she heard Raja suggest, “Why don’t you invite her over?”

Hardly a second passed after Alaska heard the question before she was calling out softly, “Willam.”

Her voice was low and broken, barely able to get it above her normal volume as she tried to fight back another whine while Manila’s hand began to explore the curves of her lower body. Raja still remained the most level headed of the three as she encouraged the blonde in a gentle, cooing tone, “A little louder baby, so she can hear you.”

Immediately reacting to the seductive dip in the older woman’s voice, Alaska called out even louder for her friend, “Willam.”

This time it seems she had been heard and soon there was a soft scrapping of feet as Willam emerged from near a cluster of tangled trees, branches and weeds to walk purposefully towards the three. It was hard to say anything definitive about the expression Willam wore. At first glance it would appear that she were stone-faced, almost pissed off by what she saw but just beneath that there was a definitive look of possessiveness and jealousy and it was then Alaska finally seemed to grasp why Raja called out the fact that the dirty blonde had been watching them.

As Willam drew nearer, Alaska shakily stood up to meet her. Her body felt like it was buzzing wildly from electricity running through every synapse as she tried to maintain her balance on increasingly unsteady legs. Every step made it feel like her knees would give out beneath her but finally she was face to face with the dirty blonde. Alaska’s eyes roamed over every inch of her face as she desperately searched for some kind of answer or indication of how to proceed. Though Willam still had yet to say a word one way or another, Alaska knew what she wanted to do even if it might only be just this once. Her breathing was labored as her hands trembled in anticipation but it was when Willam finally opened her mouth to say something that Alaska’s willpower broke.

Even before the first syllable had slipped out, Alaska’s hands found their way to cup the dirty blonde’s face and pull her close as she pressed their lips together for the kiss she had been waiting years to give to Willam. Almost the second their lips had touched, Willam’s hands were clutching at her waist as though she were daring the world to try and pull Alaska away even for a second as she succumbed to the unspoken passion she and her friend shared for one another.

It was hard to say how long the kiss had actually lasted but each agreed on two points; one, that it was long overdue and two, that it still wasn’t enough. When they actually managed to pull away Alaska felt sure that every ounce of air in her lungs had been depleted during the duration of their lip-lock yet still Alaska wanted it to continue for as long as possible. Willam looked no better off but she was at least able to hide her panting. Her eyes however gave everything away as her pupils grew dark with the desire to pull Alaska back in for another round.

They would have begun again almost immediately had not the other couple stepped up beside them. Willam’s head turned just in time to see Raja’s hint of a smirk as she replaced Alaska’s hands with her own and turned Willam’s face up to capture her lips for their own kiss. Alaska’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of her but soon she found herself having to bite her lip to keep a soft moan from escaping.

Manila’s chest was pressed to Alaska’s back as her hands traveled over the contours and curves of Alaska’s body. Unlike before when she kept her wandering fingers strictly below the belt, this time they ran everywhere they could reach, seemingly intent on teasing the younger woman with as little effort as possible.

“'Nila,” Alaska murmured softly as a pair of lips placed a series of kisses from one shoulder blade to the next.

She wasn’t sure what she was asking for but Manila seemed to know well enough for her. Descending at a snail’s pace, Manila’s fingers worked their way down Alaska’s chest, past her rib cage and stomach until they met the hem of Alaska’s bikini bottoms. She was toying with the skin just above that area as Alaska’s attention fell back to the pair in front of her.

Willam and Raja’s lip-lock looked almost like a sparring battle for dominance as each refused to back down and play a more passive role. Raja maintained her usual calm and collected style throughout their make-out session while Willam poured every bit of her fiery personality into each passing of their lips. Even with the sharp contrast in styles, it was still one of the hottest things Alaska could ever recall seeing. She wanted to see just how far the two would go in their efforts to one-up each other but neither had anything on Manila’s forwardness.

A single hand snuck its way past the elastic of the swim bottoms and moved further down until she was just about to meet Alaska’s outer lips. Her breath was coming out sporadically as she awaited the first contact and for the life of her nothing could be done to stop the needy whine from escaping from deep within her throat. The sound quickly caught Willam’s ear and breaking the kiss with Raja she found an equally enticing sight waiting for her.

Her expression seemed to fluctuate between encouraging them to continue or wanting to rip Manila’s hands away and replace them with her own. Raja picked up on the conflicting desires and wrapped her arms around Willam’s waist as she placed a brief collection of kisses up the side of her neck. A final peck was pressed to Willam’s cheek, as the older woman called out in vaguely reproachful manner, “'Nila…”

Understanding immediately what Raja was hinting at, Manila withdrew her traveling fingers and relented, “Fine…I’ll wait my turn.”

Alaska’s stomach flipped at the statement and her eyes immediately darted to meet Willam’s and then onto Raja’s. Even the dirty blonde had turned around slightly in order to look at the older woman in confusion. With a patient, welcoming tone, Raja offered, “We are still on a public beach after all but if you want…we could move this back to our house.”

“Its only about 15 minutes away,” Manila added in persuasively.

Willam’s gaze immediately shot over to connect with Alaska’s and with little more than a few seconds of consideration the pair were nodding their heads in mutual agreement. In a lightning quick frenzy, each of the couples packed up their belongings and hightailed it back to the parking lot. Though the sun wasn’t even midway in the sky at this point, no one found the energy to care about a day not spent at the beach for once.

To Raja and Manila’s credit the estimated travel time proved to be just about accurate and within the 30 minutes of leaving the beach behind, the four had arrived back at the house and found their way to the bedroom. Admittedly it was too easy for them to pair off for the first round, particularly since Willam had no intention of sharing Alaska during their first time together. As eagerly as Willam crowded Alaska onto the mattress, Raja had done the same with Manila. She knew just how to work her partner up until she squirming with impatience beneath the older woman.

As for Willam, her interest lie solely with exploring the body she could finally claim for her own. She reveled in the drawn out moans and gasps as she drug her fingertips and tongue over every inch of newly exposed skin. Alaska’s cheeks were soon flushed from both the actions of the dirty blonde and the knowledge that she was being watched by the other couple. A few times she had tried to switch their positions, to return the favor and finally touch her friend in manner that she’d only dream of before…but Willam was having none of that.

As if to prove a point, she maintained her place above Alaska and reaffirmed that at least for this session, the blonde would have to be content with being a pillow princess. Though she certainly wouldn’t admit it out loud, Alaska’s heart and stomach fluttered at the statement and all too easily she gave in to Willam’s demand. She didn’t bother to hide the growing volume in her voice but more than anything she still wanted to see or hear the other couple next to her. After catching a glimpse at the beach and now having the opportunity to fully indulge in their offer; it was too much to pass up even for a minute. Through her broken pants she begged them to continue, to just doing something so she could watch.

The pair shared a knowing looked and promised with a small smirk that they knew just how to accommodate her. Placing a delicate kiss to Manila’s cheek, Raja asked softly, “Do you want to tonight?”

Manila nodded in the affirmative but it still gave neither of the other women any clue what to expect. Willam hardly seemed to care any way and promptly returned all of her attention back to recapturing the blonde’s lips. They ignored the couple slipping off the side of the bed and pushed away the curiosity growing in the back of their minds as they heard one of them rifling around in one of the nightstand drawers. However, at the sound of clothing being shed and thrown about, Alaska’s interest was piqued and she opened her eyes steal a quick peak.

Her jaw actually dropped as she took notice of Manila casually slipping into the harness containing a strap on while Raja stood at the ready removing the very last articles of clothing still clinging to her body. The blonde’s eyes grew wide as she raked her gaze over both of the other women’s exposed bodies while they disrobed or prepared themselves. There was such an air of routine that even Willam had to wonder just how often they had done this, either by themselves or in front of other people.

Both of the women lying on the bed were blatantly staring by the time Raja and Manila were ready to move forward. It hardly seemed to surprise the pair to turn around and discover that they were being watched, they almost seemed to enjoy it in fact.

Jokingly Manila asked if the other two would be stripping as well and all too quickly Willam realized that she and Alaska were still wearing too many clothes for her taste. Deciding to remedy the situation herself, Willam took charge of relieving the younger woman of any clothing that had not already been tossed over the edge to bed.

Finally gazing upon each other for the first time in such an intimate moment, the two took their time letting their eyes roam over the other’s body. Alaska was starting to reach a hand out towards Willam and trace along the curves she’d been denied before, but the dirty blonde swiftly caught her hand and forced her back to hit the mattress once again.

“Not yet,” she warned with a sly grin.

Unhappy, Alaska simply pouted and nodded in understanding as Raja slid onto the bed beside her. Balancing herself on her hands and knees, she promised, “Don’t worry, this’ll make up for it.”

There was barely time for the younger woman to swallow before she found Raja’s face beginning to contort in pleasure as Manila carefully guided in the shaft of the prosthetic penis. Alaska looked beyond the clouding gaze of Raja to find Manila biting her lip in anticipation as she waited for a signal to begin moving. Not once did she seem tempted to proceed any further until her partner was entirely comfortable with the new feeling.

The blonde again allowed her eyes to slowly travel down the bodies of both women as an all too familiar ache began to pool in her core. With every passing second she seemed to discover a detail, something that made her want to touch and be touched by them. She’d almost forgotten about her own partner as she studied the pair in fascination until a finger began tracing along her outer folds. The ease at which Willam was able slide against her was almost embarrassing but considering what she was watching? Who could blame her?

Just for a bit fun, Willam leant close to the shell of her ear and teased, “You’re so wet 'Laska…does watching them really turn you on that much?”

It was hard for Alaska to even breathe between the question, the tone, the finger gliding along her entrance and of course, the couple waiting for her answer. Her mouth tripped over her words as she tried to come up with a response but with lazy brushing of Willam’s index against her clit, her mind felt like it had been put through a blender.

Still the dirty blonde tried to encourage her, even after she became partially distracted by the growing movement beside her as Raja gave the approval for her partner to set up slow pace.

“C'mon, baby, I know you can answer me,” Willam taunted as she slipped in the first digit. “You like watching them, don’t you?”

Try as she might, it still took Alaska well over a minute to muster enough thought power to answer shakily, “Y-yes.”

As a reward, another finger was carefully guided in as Willam claimed her lips for a searing lip-lock that left the blonde breathless and panting. There was so little being done to her but she felt close to losing it. She very nearly did once she felt Raja turning her face for their own long overdue kiss. There was passion in everything that Raja did as Alaska soon discovered. Despite the calm exterior she knew how to express her emotions effectively even through just kiss. Between her heated make out session, Willam expertly working her fingers and kissing her way down her body, it was no wonder that Alaska already felt on edge. Even the moments when she had to pull away to breathe offered little relief. Always waiting for her was Manila’s hungry gaze. It was as if she were saying, 'I’m next.’

Perhaps catching on to that thought or simply from just knowing how to read Alaska better than anyone else, Willam asked, “You want her inside you, huh?”

Alaska could only whine in response as the thought alone had her nearly begging for a turn and willing to promise anything just to get it. The dirty blonde above her let out a little laugh as she confirmed, “She’ll get her chance…only after I’m done with you.”

It was with that possessive statement that Alaska finally lost it and pulled Willam close as she rode out her orgasm. She wished she could have held out a bit longer but there was plenty of opportunity for that later in the day. For now she would simply enjoy the fact that she was here with Willam after so many years of silent pining, with another cute couple to boot. True to her word, Willam was not one to share, not so quickly but by the end of their session all of their bodies had been pressed so close together it was difficult to tell just where one person ended and another began. Each took their turn having attention lavished upon them and returned it in equal measure throughout the day. Before any of them had realized, the natural daylight in the room was starting to dwindle and bodies were threatening to give out completely for the night.

They had all but collapsed into a sweaty, panting mess huddled together as they decided to call it quits for the time being. Willam and Alaska ended up staying the night and well into the next day at the insistence of Raja and Manila. Much as they had done in previous weeks, there was a promise exchanged between the four to meet again the following Saturday. Eventually spending Saturdays together turned into entire weekends up until there came a point in time where Alaska and Willam would simply leave directly from work on Friday and return home the following Monday in order to squeeze in every last minute they could with Raja and Manila. Each wanted to make their situation a bit more permanent but still it felt too soon to broach such a heavy topic. For now they were content to share as much time together as they could before deciding on any other major steps. But despite the increase in time spent in their more or less shared house, they never forgot to return to the beach where it had all started for them.

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PIC Epilogue. (NSFW)

Author's Note: Sorry this has taken forever! There's the tiniest bit of plot in the beginning where I attempted to wrap things up, then I just gave in to the smut writing. Contains mature scenes, this counts as your warning right?

[MASTERLIST.]

A loud continuous thud sounded out from the front door.

“Aaron I swear to God! I gave you that key to stop you banging on my door every twenty minutes. Let yourself in man.” Zig groaned irritably, flicking through the TV channels aimlessly.

"Police. Open up.”

What the? Zig scrambled to his feet, skidding across the floor in his haste and lightly bumping against the door. His heart started racing, a sickly feeling overcoming him.

“Police.” A stern bark repeated, a hint of a British accent clinging to the singular word.

“What’s going on?” He mumbled out loud in bewilderment, shaking his head, frustrated with himself for voicing his confusion.

“My names Officer Mcgregor. Can I come in Sir?”

Zig’s forehead crinkled in confusion as he noted the audible shift in tone. The voice had gone from harsh and commanding to soft and patient. And Irish? Guess I need more than one word to go off for the accent challenge.

“Is this about Dean Buswell?” He felt his jaw tighten, an overwhelming urge to wash his mouth out, feeling dirty even just saying his name now. Prick. It had been eight months since the day of the wedding. Eight long, blissful, perfect months, just him and Lyla, and barely any mention of Dean. They’d done a great job of forgetting all about him, slicing that part of their history clean out without a backward glance. Dean had acted quickly, selling up and moving far away as quickly as possible. He’d got wind of a few local newspapers reporting on the scandal that he was, and made a run for it whilst he still could. The only form of communication since the wedding was a large lump sum transferred straight into Lyla’s bank account and a desperate text, pleading with her not to sell her side of the story to the press. Money that she promptly donated to a charity, unwilling to take anything from him. All Lyla wanted was a simple, drama free life cooped up in her cosy apartment with Zig. So she remained tight lipped, and that was the last she ever heard from Dean. Except for now, it seemed.

“Sure. That’s the guy.” A thick Jamaican accent responded.

What on earth?

And then it hit him. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, his head falling backwards as he silently chuckled behind his hand. “What did you say your name was again?”

A moment of silence passed between them before a muffled, uncertain voice replied. “Officer Mcguire.”

“Not Mcgregor?”

“Sure, that’s what I said.”

“Okay Lyla, I’ll let you in.”

“What? Who’s this Lyla?!”

A hearty laugh greeted Lyla as Zig made quick work of pulling the door open, not realising she’d been leaning against it. Her throat vibrated as a high pitched squeal echoed through the otherwise silent apartment. Lyla scrunched her eyes tightly shut, her arms flailing wildly in front of her as she struggled to prepare herself to come face to face with the cold, hard floor. Instead, she slumped against a warm, firm chest, her pulse racing wildly. Strong arms quickly engulfed her, two steadying hands coming to rest firmly on her hips. Lyla let out a shaky exhale, colour flooding her cheeks as she peeked up at Zig, her hands balled up against his chest.

“What gave me away?”

“You know that Jamaica is at least four thousand miles away from England right?”

Lyla’s shoulders shook as she giggled, nestling herself tightly against Zig’s chest, her cheeks squashing against it in a half hearted attempt at hiding in embarrassment. “And there was me trying to be all sexy for you.”

A tiny squeak of protest escaped at the sudden loss of warmth, with Zig now holding her at arms length, one eyebrow raised questioningly. “You don’t need to try, you just are.”

He ducked reflexively and pointlessly as she swatted at his arm playfully.

“Smooth Ortega.”

His face twisted into a smirk as he took a step backwards, eyes travelling the full length of her body from head to toe, his head cocked to the side. “But now you mention it...”

“I swear I’m gonna kiss that damn smirk of yours away one day.”

“I look forward to you trying.” Smirk still firmly in place, he closed the distance between them, face inching closer.

Lyla’s gaze flitted between Zig’s eyes and mouth, her body pressing against his. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip and teasingly tugged, before quickly pulling away, eyes gleaming mischievously. “But not today Ziggypop. Today you will compliment me and my sexy outfit.”

Straightening her back and thrusting her hands on her hips, Lyla pushed her lips outwards into a pout. A heavy silence washed over them as Zig finally noticed her outfit. Skin tight black jeans, and a cropped police top. The top was equally as tight as the jeans, her breasts straining against the zip. A dark pair of chunky boots that came up to Lyla’s knees and a hat and set of handcuffs to complete the look.

“It is sexy...Isn’t it?” Lyla’s voice faltered, a heavy wave of self consciousness crashing over her. Maybe I can’t pull this look off. Her arms drifted across her body in a poor attempt at covering herself up, the thick silence continuing, doubt now coursing through her veins.

Lyla flinched at the unexpected warmth that came from Zig taking her hand in his, having retreated into herself for all of ten seconds. Soft lips brushed against the back of her hand once, then twice, her other hand gently guided up to rest on Zig’s shoulder. Snaking an arm around her waist, he eased them both into a gentle box step, his feet confidently taking the lead. His dark eyes locked onto Lyla’s, face twitching as he supressed a smirk, seeing her eyes widen in response to being slowly dipped, her long flowing hair skimming along the floor, the police hat tumbling down with it. Pulling Lyla’s leg up and hooking it around his waist, his fingers started stroking gentle circles around the ticklish spot of hers underneath her knee. She squirmed under his touch, torn between shrieking and slapping away his playful fingers, and melting in a puddle on the floor at the familiar tightening deep within her. The gentle circles gradually subsided, Zig’s fingers walking their way along the inside of Lyla’s thigh, pausing at the sound of her breath catching. In one swift movement he hoisted her up, a tiny gasp of surprise giving way, her legs reflexively tightening around his waist.

"You wanna know what I think of this outfit?"

"Uh huh."

His eyes lit up as he nipped at her lower lip, tugging playfully, returning the teasing favour from earlier, as his feet steadily carried them towards the bedroom. Lyla giggled uncontrollably as Zig made a show of throwing her onto the bed. His hands roamed freely as he slowly crawled along her body, their eyes locked onto each other. Exploring hands took over, slowly and sleekly smoothing over every contour of her body. Over the curve of her breasts, a trail of saliva glistening as his tongue ran across his lower lip. His eyes had drifted, now lingering on the straining fabric struggling to contain them as Lyla continued to giggle. The response from his cock was almost immediate, standing half way to attention at one glimpse of her chest. The Lyla Effect. Half the time he still felt like a teenager when he was around her. Pressing his forehead against hers, his thumb stroked along her jawline, their lips gravitating towards each other in a tender kiss. Roving hands finally settled on her ass, grabbing a generous handful, Zig now revelling in the tiny moan that Lyla made, her back arching and her kisses growing more insistent.

"It's hot as hell." His attention wandered to the knee length chunky boots, unzipping each one in turn. "But it's got to go." Zig mumbled inbetween kisses, his eager fingers reaching for the zip of her jeans.

Lyla raised an eyebrow, loosely grabbing Zig's wrist to still him. "Ah ah ah. I'm not finished with you."

Expertly wiggling out of the embrace, Lyla rolled over, moving to hold Zig down with her hips. Ignoring the inquisitive look pinned to Zig's face, she silently reached for the handcuffs hanging from the waistband of her jeans, the sharp jangle of metal clinking together cutting through the silence. Lyla paused, taking the time to look over Zig's features, her eyes seemingly searching for the answer to her unspoken question. For permission. Yes.

"You need to be taught a lesson Mr Ortega." The pad of her thumb soothingly rubbed the inside of his wrist, before wrapping the handcuff around both and securing them in place, fixing them to the metal railing of the headboard. Never been so glad to have an outdated bed before. The twinkle in Zig's eye caught her attention, evident that they shared the same thoughts on the bed. Choosing not to respond, desperate to stay in character at least for five minutes this time, Lyla instead turned her attention to Zig's lower half. There was no playing, no teasing, no fun, just straight down to business. Her fingers skimmed underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, his excitement visible, demanding attention. Thank God for sweatpants. Lyla smirked, momentarily distracted by her thoughts. Her hands tugged the grey fabric down, his cock springing free in the process. Lyla wasted no time in pouncing on Zig, slipping out of character even quicker than her previous efforts. The sight of his cock, and the realisation that he'd been bare underneath his sweatpants this whole time had taken her by surprise, warmth pooling between her legs at the thought alone. Lyla smacked her lips against Zig's, her hands practically clawing at his face, a sudden desperate need for him, to be as close as possible to him.

"What's the crime Ma'am?" Zig managed quietly as he struggled to steady his breathing, taking his time to chew on his bottom lip and savour the taste of her sweet lip balm.

With a swift flick of her hair, Lyla gave a half shrug, seamlessly slipping straight back into character. "Making me doubt this choice of outfit. Smirking all day long. Not texting me back fast enough. I think it was one of the above."

"Surely you should know which one it is, Officer. I mean, if you were any good at your job you wou..." Zig hissed mid sentence, Lyla's hand squeezing his cock just on the right side of comfortable.

"Quiet. You're in enough trouble as it is."

"Yes Ma'am." He took his time in catching his breath, trying desperately to concentrate on Lyla and her little act, instead of that magical hand still hard at work. "So what's the punishment? All I'm getting right now is pleasure."

Narrowed eyes quickly shifted to wide, innocent looking eyes, a similar smile to match as her hand stroked him to his full length. As her hand continued it's work, Lyla peppered his chest with dozens of delicate kisses, slowly working her way downwards. Her lips continued their descent, and her hand picked up the pace. Reaching the dark trail of hair just below his belly button, Lyla kissed over the same spot repetitively, before both her hand and lips stopped all movement. Glancing up at Zig, she couldn't stop the small satisfied grin from forming as she noted the stricken look on his face at the sudden loss of all sensation. And then her lips returned to work quickly, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the patch of hair once more, only to come to a stop yet again as Zig's tip jerked involuntarily, the anticipation getting the better of him.

"Lyla." He warned, as she looked up at him fluttering her eyelashes.

"That's officer Mcguire to you."

"Mcgregor."

Lyla halted at the correction, her body silently shaking as she struggled to fight off the laughter at her mistake. Instead she decided to distract him the only way she could think of. She kissed the tip of his cock, her tongue circling his head once, then twice, before running slowly along her lips, tasting the salty precum there.

Zig swallowed hard. "Fuck." He rasped.

Her tongue returned to his cock, gliding along the full length, one hand cupping his balls. His breathing hitched as she took his head in her mouth, this time continuing, swirling her tongue around his cock. Zig pulled at his restraints, desperate to weave his fingers through Lyla's hair. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, his head lolling backwards as Lyla's mouth continued sucking, her tongue alternating between teasing flicking and gentle caressing. All the time listening for the tell tale signs that he was close. Taking her queue from his ragged breathing, Lyla stopped abruptly. A loud clang sounded out as Zig yanked harshly in unexpected frustration.

"I think that's one lesson you've learnt. But you've got a long way to go yet Mr Ortega."

His mouth dropped open as realisation set in. Knowing Lyla, he knew she'd follow through.

"What are you trying to do to me Lyla?"

"Good behaviour will be rewarded with a lesser sentence."

"Do you want me to beg? Coz I'll do it!"

Her nose scrunched up as she considered his words, slowly nodding as she came to a decision.

Letting out a low whistle, Zig shook his head once determinedly. You've got this Zig. "Please Lyla. I'm begging you." His bottom lip jutted out as he rolled out his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"Weak." She snorted, backing away from him slightly.

Warm air huffed out of Zig's nostrils as he slowly counted to five in his head, before taking another crack at it. "Please Lyla. I'm begging you. Do you know you are the best thing to ever happen to me? You're the whole package; Smart, kind, funny, generous, and beautiful. So. Ridiculously. Beautiful. I used to lay in bed every night, thoughts filled with you. What were you doing? Sleeping or sat up thinking like I was. Did I ever cross your mind? Would you dream of me that night? And then I...Wait Lyla I'm not finished."

"Save it Ortega. I get it. You're the sweetest guy around and I'm very lucky to have you. Which is why I'm doing this." Lyla wiggled her way out of her jeans, before crawling along Zig's body, fiddling with the handcuffs.

Zig sighed contentedly at the refreshing feeling of freedom, until he realised only one hand had been released. "What? Lyla! That's not what we agreed."

"Sorry baby. I didn't actually agree to anything."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lyla straddled Zig, her fingertips looping through the hook of her zip and slowly pulling it down, peeling the cropped jacket off and tossing it to the floor. Smile broadening as she peered down at Zig, Lyla reached behind, expertly working the clasp of her bra and adding it to the pile on the floor, her full breasts bouncing as she settled herself more comfortably on top of Zig. The sudden tighting around her wrist stopped Lyla in her tracks, hand poised in place, ready to pull her panties down.

"Have I ever told you just how much I love you?" His grip on her wrist loosened slightly, but his hand remained in place, thumb moving back and forth to stroke the tender patch of skin on the inside of her wrist.

"You might have mentioned it before. I feel like I could hear it again though."

Zig inclined his head, wordlessly beckoning her closer, snatching her lips up eagerly as soon as she reached a closer proximity. Their tongues melded together, working in unison as they overlapped each other repetitively.

"You complete me Lyla. I can't say it enough, I love you more than anything baby."

Closing his fingers over hers, together their hands slipped under her panties, Zig's fingers in full control of Lyla's actions, as he guided her along her slick entrance. The overwhelmingly full feeling was an overpowering welcome, and one that she wasn't used to, her breath catching at the back of her throat as she adjusted to the intense intrusion. Reins handed over, Lyla kept her fingers in place, delving a little deeper whilst Zig focused on her clit. Slow and steady circles soon morphed into frantic flicks of the fingertips, Lyla's increased cries of pleasure spurring him on further. She could feel the weakness in her legs, the threat of her knees giving out beneath her, finding herself close to giving in and crumpling against Zig's chest.

"Fuck, Zig!" Lyla's breathy sigh was barely audible, a sudden surge rushing through her, her hands fumbling as she finally freed Zig's other hand. His hands smoothed over her face immediately, pushing stray tendrils back into place.

Time seemed to stop, the air frigid with built up tension as Zig took his time carassing every inch of her face, before grabbing her by the hips and forcefully throwing her back on the bed, overjoyed with his newly found freedom and eager to put it to good use. Roughly yanking the hem of his tshirt, he made quick work of pulling it up and over, flinging it carelessly over his shoulder. His cock pressed against her covered slit, the material of her panties slightly askew and soaked through. As their lips crashed together with desperate need, Zig's hand drifted up her bare leg. Past the smooth skin of her calf and along her firm thighs, until he reached her panties, fingers hooking under the lace material and tugging downwards.

"I need you." Lyla's bottom lip trembled as her voice came out in a low, meek whimper.

The thick head of his cock slammed into her. Her pussy was drenched, a soft squelch sounding out as his cock filled her with ease. Zig cradled her face in his hands, searching her eyes just to check she was okay, that he hadn't pushed her too far. But as his name tumbled out of her mouth in little more than a whisper, and her eyes rolled as he sank further and further into her, he realised she was probably more than okay.

Her back arched upwards as Zig bent to kiss each nipple in turn, teeth grazing along the pointed peaks, whilst his hand worked on rolling the other one, all the while his hips beginning to pick up the pace.

"Zig." The repitition of his name, louder and more desperate this time, only made his movements more precise, more determined.

It was his turn to moan her name, combined with a sharp hiss as Lyla's nails raked along his back, sinking in to the flesh harshly, her eyes squeezed firmly shut as she struggled to defeat the rising wave.

Sweat beaded on Zig's forehead as he snatched her lips up fiercely, his thrusts pushing through the barrier of fatigue, feeling his own release building up, threatening to spill at any second. Lyla's tongue flicked over his resiliently, all of her dwindling energy seemingly conserved, and lashing out now with fervour. One hand clutched at the flesh of Lyla's hip, the other curling around the metal headboard for stability as his hips bucked wildly now, the ability to control his powerful thrusts lost.

As an overwhelming pang of pleasure rippled through him, their mouths fell apart, Zig's voice hoarse in-between the grunts of exertion and exhilarated cries. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

Lyla's walls closed around him, enveloping his member tightly as she finally gave in, Zig's name rolling off her tongue over and over again in sated breaths. Zig joined her seconds later, choking out his final cry as his release spurted out, filling her completely. They stayed like that for a few minutes, hips swaying back and forth rhymically as their harsh rapid breathing slowed to calmer, steady panting, a sticky pool of moisture between them threatening to spill out.

After a few minutes and a quick clean up, they settled back into bed, Lyla happily adopting her usual little spoon position.

"Where did you get the outfit?"

Lyla craned her neck to the side to look at Zig incredulously. "There's this thing called the internet. It's really cool you should check it out sometime I think you'll lik..." Soft lips gently pressed against hers mid sentence, the arm around her waist tightening.

"That's my favourite way to shut you up." Zig grinned, bumping their foreheads together and capturing her mouth in another sweet kiss.

"I feel like I should be offended but nope."

They chuckled together lightly, as Lyla readjusted herself, smirking at the twitch nestled against her bare behind. Round two already?

"So the outfit is staying then?"

"Yep."

They book peeked over the bed at the heap of clothes on the floor, returning to grin at each other.

"We'll save it for another day then eh my favourite partner in crime?" Zig whispered in her ear.

Lyla wriggled out of his embrace, pushing him flat on his back and crawling over him.

"What's wrong with right now?"

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