#gonna be soooo romantic……..just as soon as someone wants me to

[napping-sapphic]

Ah yes december time to spend all of my time daydreaming about holiday themed dates despite being single

[lukeywritesstuff]

Ok so get this, the reader being an Olympic snowboarder winning gold and Jack and the reader basically being THE winter sports duo (romantic or platonic whichever you want)

Snowed

Jack Hughes x snowboarder!reader

Note: imma be honest, the only thing I know about snowboarding is that I got my first concussion from it. Soooo bear with me. I don’t know much.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (nothing on screen)

The Olympics, almost every athletes dream is to be here. And here I am, standing on the first place podium about to have my medal placed on my head.

The competition was tough this year as there were a lot more competitors, my first year was the covid year so there was a lot less people and competition. But this year I had a full team of Americans with me, and my boyfriend who was on the U.S. hockey team, who just won silver to team Canada.

After the medal got placed around my neck I look around to the crowd where I see my family sitting, then over a bit more where more athletes from other sports sit (so fans of other countries can’t harm them) where I saw my boyfriend sporting his silver medal with a few of his friends.

After I had to meet with media and in the middle of it all somehow Jack snuck into the room and he kissed me.

“I’m so fucking proud of you right now. I knew you were gonna win gold. You’re the best ever and ever.” He said with the biggest smile on my face.

Soon everything finished for me and I was able to go rest. After that little meeting Jack seemed to have disappeared somewhere, Trevor and Alex were silent on his whereabouts.

At around 8 I heard a knock at my hotel, so I opened the door and to nobody’s surprise, Jack was there, but he has a basket with him this time, visible to me there was flowers, some candies and… a box of condoms. Typical. But I let him get away with it as it’s funny, he’s hot and we’re definitely getting it on after such a successful day.

The next morning we woke up and I opened instagram to see Jack interrupting my interview, news articles were calling us the ‘IT couple of the olympics’ and the fans were saying ‘they wish they had someone who loved them as much as Jack loves me’

[getosbf]

I saw some people talking about yuumori character sexualities and just wanted to add my own headcanons <33

Sherlock: see now, we all know sherlock has been explicitly stating his... Repulsion (yes, not "oh im not attracted to them" straight up repulsion at the thought of being in a romantic and/or sexual relationship with them)

And im not saying sherlock is misogynistic. He has been seen very happily helping women with their cases. And might i add that on the Noahtic, while everyone was prancing around with a lady on his arm, sherlock was standing in the corner. Even though he was also with ladies he was CLEARLY in it only for their appreciation of him. Because you see, Sherlock is a clever man. He saw these bunch of women who had no one to dance with and was aware that they would be head over heels for his skills. And he was probably sent to the Noahtic by mycroft, so why not pass some time and get some praise?

But as soon as he met Liam he felt an instant obsession connection. Not necessarily romantic, but this is where that japanese feeling that i forgot the name of comes in. The feeling of meeting someone and instantly knowing that while you dont feel anything now, you could potentially be dynamic (is that the correct word, for sherliam i think it is)

And as i said and will say again, sherlock is a clever man. Of course he's not gonna sit around sexually frustrated, when he can easily use his charms and skills to find the right people. But as per literally canon, until he met Liam he didnt feel romantic (that comes later though, first was obsession) "attraction".

Conclusion? Gay demiromantic.

William: now while william never had a "repulsion" to women, I'd say he quite literally has a repulsion to any idea of a romantic relationship at all. He looked at london and got his "lemme fix that" hyperfixation game so heavy that he forgot he was alive most of the times. That man falls asleep on random occasions at literally anywhere at any time because he avoids sleep for his plans. Do you expect him to have any sort of romantic or sexual relationship? No, sir.

Then waltzes in Sherlock. Like i said, instant obsession. Though for William, that japanese feeling never came. While he was always hoping for a different reality where he and sherlock could be together, he never acknowledged his feelings enough to let himself feel something.

But talking about sexual attraction, while i do firmly believe Liam doesnt feel it for the better part of his life, he did start to feel some things a while after meeting sherlock. He fucking KNEW what he was doing with that "catch me if you can, mr holmes~" I think it surprised him too, all this strange emotions trickling in slowly after years of not feeling anything.

Conclusion? Demisexual AND demiromantic.

John: thought he was straight, but you all have seen his reaction to irene when they dressed up as the king of bohamia right? I'd say bisexual, but he's still learning to embrace that part of his identity. And even when he does embrace it, i dont think he's gonna do anything about it. Cuz like cmon, its 19th century London. Do you think he'll damn himself by loving a man when he is capable of what most people like him are not (to love someone of the opposite gender)? But I DO think he had a crush on louis for a while but i think that just for shits and giggles hehe

Louis: aroace. No questions asked. He loves in a very... Devotional way. Like liam and possibly albert, he has an unbreakable attachment to them. His love for their found family? He is soooo aro ace coded.

Albert: wineromantic. bisexual disaster.

Moran: pansexual just cuz. He loves his women but he has had something with albert and possibly james that is simply not heterosexual. And he was in the army cmon if there's a hole there's a goal

James: pansexual BECAUSE, hear me out, he had known this since he was a teenager. Which is why it took him until he got to Moriarty's to realise he actually wants to be a man. He had known men love him, so he was styling his hair and wearing tight corsets. He had known women loved him, so he was putting on disguises to kiss and snog. I think he was just so comfortable in his identity he never felt the need to be the opposite gender. But he was and, well, we're happy for our boy.

Fred: ace, maybe demi, and genderfluid. I might be projecting on the genderfluid part here but can you blame me? He/they pronouns.

Jack: he's above such measly attractions (idk maybe he was young he could have had something but idk anything while looking at him now)

Mycroft: gay gay homosexual gay. No straight man spends 30 minutes every morning putting pomade in his hair (hiding a part of your identity, already? Huh myckey?)

Miss hudson: straight because she didn't feel any (okay maybe somewhat) attraction to irene but when she met JAMES ouahahahaha

Herder: married to the grind 💪💪💪 making love to the game 💯💯💯 he only loves one thing and thats his craft 🔥🔥🔥

Just kidding he definitely has something gay going on

Billy: he has some WAY GAYER going on. Have never seen him interact with women (how gay) so i can't say much but he definitely gives bi/leaning on gay vibes

[bottomsonlybar]

rambly personal post about lack of romantic/sexual experience incoming

the older i get (i'm turning 29 soon) without having ever been in a relationship or had sex the more i feel like everyone else is just living on a completely different planet to me. like the idea of me having a romantic relationship or having sex is so foreign to me and for (almost) everyone else it's so normal?? most people my age have probably had an active sex life for at least 10 years?? like that's so strange to me.

and the more time passes i also wonder if i even want to have sex. i used to be so so sad about not having these experiences but atp i almost feel like. if i really really wanted them wouldn't have let anxiety stop me as much as it has?? i know finding those connections is also part luck but i definitely have not really been making much of an effort to find them either? do i not want to have sex or am i just anxious about it bc of my lack of experience?

i know i am longing for a close personal (romantic?) relationship with someone who i could completely trust and who i would see as my number one person and who would see me as their number one person but i am more and more questioning whether i'm actually meant to have that. WHAT IF IT'S NOT MEANT FOR ME!! LOVE!!!

what if part of what has led me to not having those experiences is actually me being demisexual/greyace or smth?? i have been thinking about it for a while but i have no idea how i would go about figuring it out or if finding an identity like that would even matter to me in the grand scheme of things

i guess what i'm trying to say is. i feel weird for not having had romantic/sexual experience even though i am in my late 20s and i would love to talk to ppl who have similar experiences

actually addition i'm just gonna say this here too bc i think it is important to speak more openly about this cause it makes me feel soooo ashamed. but i think i'm probably not the only one. but i actually have never even kissed someone properly which is sooo embarrassing and also makes me feel absolutely terrified for the prospect of one day doing it and the other person noticing that i don't know wtf i'm doing AT MY BIG AGE

[your-world-with-nct]

polaroid love | njm (1)

ONE — ooh, someone’s got a cruuush!

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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. nct dream + enhypen 02z)

GENRE | fluff, angst, college au

WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, stem student slander

WORD COUNT | 2.5k

SUMMARY | inspired by enhypen’s ‘polaroid love’ — in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he can’t get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesn’t have to be so complicated to succeed.

A/N | i’ve been waiting for the day to put this out and here it is!! i hope you guys enjoy this first part and look forward to the rest of the series :) feedback is always appreciated and please reply to this post or send an ask to be added to the taglist <3

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HEADER KEY | • REC -> a character’s point of view | ■ GALLERY -> a flashback from that character’s point of view

JAEMIN CAM • REC

“jaem, food’s here, you can finish that later,” jaemin looked up from his computer after countless hours of meticulous editing to see jeno leaning against the doorframe, impatiently tapping his foot.

“mmm, yeah, be right there,” jaemin hummed, with absolutely no intention of getting up within the next few seconds.

jeno rolled his eyes at his housemate. he knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t be moving from his desk any time soon, “hmph, okay, but hurry up or renjun and haechan’ll beat you to the couch and you know you get all huffy when you have to sit on the floor.”

“i don’t get huffy,” jaemin scoffed, shutting off his computer and getting up from his chair, momentarily holding onto it for balance as he’d underestimated just how long he’d been glued to it, “i’m not getting up because you said that, i’m getting up because i don’t want the terrible two to take my favourite soju flavours before i get there and leave me the strawberry one.”

jeno chuckled as he signalled for jaemin to snag their spots on the living room sofa whilst their other housemates finished laying out the pizza and chicken they’d ordered.

once haechan had stopped complaining about how he deserved the best spot since he paid for the food, the four friends sat down and enjoyed their delicious meal accompanied by whatever show jeno had come across whilst flipping through channels. four full stomachs and five empty soju bottles later, the boys piled together messily on the couch, their drunk conversations drowning out the sound of the show playing and reducing it to background noise.

“soooo, lee jeno, are we not gonna talk about the guest you brought home last night?” renjun teased, rubbing his flushed cheeks against his best friend’s side.

“ahh, well, what was her name again–”

“you forgot her name?” an equally red jaemin sat up from haechan’s lap, his droopy eyes now wide open, “you brought her home and you don’t know her name?”

jeno slowly shook his head, lightly hitting jaemin’s chest, “calm down, she’s an international student and she has an english name so it was harder to remember… ah! it was lila, she was at the bar last night when the basketball game was on, and she seemed kinda bummed when the team she supported lost so–”

“you made her feel better about it by making her feel good blah blah blah, i don’t care about how you worked your charm, what i wanna know is why she practically ran out of here saying ‘i’m sorry’ over and over,” renjun said, earning himself a slap from jeno for both interrupting and exposing him.

“i was getting to that,” jeno huffed as he recalled this morning’s events, “well, uh, you see, when lila first came to korea she befriended… rina.”

“your ex rina?!” haechan’s high-pitched exclamation had the rest of the boys covering their ears with their hands.

“no, the waitress at the sushi restaurant rina,” jeno deadpanned, “of course, my ex rina! lila didn’t recognise me until this morning because, well, i-it was dark… and we, we weren’t exactly fully sober. but when she did, she pretty much left as soon as she could, saying that she felt awkward for getting with her closest friend’s ex and that she wasn’t gonna contact me again for the sake of their friendship.”

“damn.”

“that’s… unfortunate.”

“yikes.”

“i know,” jeno carelessly reached for another bottle of soju, taking a swig, “it’s rough.”

“you’re not the only one going through it,” renjun piped up, holding a shot glass in front of jeno’s bottle, gesturing to pour him some. after tipping the burning liquid down his throat, he sighed, “i stopped talking to chaeyeon, well, more like she stopped talking to me. she said she was never really that into me and that she just needed someone to entertain her for a bit so—”

snatching the bottle from jeno, renjun took another pitiful sip, the rest of the boys giving him sympathetic pats on the back or reassuring him that he’d find someone soon enough or maybe it was for the best.

“seems like none of us are having much luck with relationships lately,” haechan said, “i asked hyeyoon if she wanted to go on a third date any time soon and… she ghosted me.”

“oh dear,” jaemin winced, the second-hand embarrassment sending shivers down his spine. “renjun-ah, don’t hog that bottle, give hyuck some too,” he gripped the green bottle, lowering his voice, “come on, he needs this just as much as you do.”

he whined but gave in, handing the drink to his slightly more sober friend, “i assume you don’t have any news regarding your non-existent love life, jaem?”

“that’s meannnn, jun,” jeno lightly hit renjun again, this time for the snarky comment, “wait, jaem, what’s that face for? surely… no, it can’t be.”

the boy shrugged, the dreamy smile on his face completely unmoved. “well,” he paused to grab their attention, “there is this one girl…”

those words alone seemed to sober up jaemin’s best friends, as they all sat up, jaws agape and anticipating gazes on him. it was rare for jaemin to ever contribute to these conversations besides from providing emotional support or advice, so the mere mention of a girl on jaemin’s mind had piqued their interest. as he opened his mouth to continue, the boys simply hoped that it was going to be more than just another of his fleeting attractions.

JAEMIN CAM ■ GALLERY

“and remember, next week you’re gonna need a model for what we’re doing, so don’t forget to bring a friend along,” eunjin reminded the group before they all left, “ooh, and i’ll post a reminder on the club’s instagram story in case you’re super forgetful!”

jaemin whipped his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing the reminder ‘bring someone to photography club’ into his notes, already trying to figure out which of his friends would be the easiest to persuade to come along.

“ah, hyung, i’ll get going now, see you next thursday,” the enthusiastic second year engineering major jaemin had befriended waved goodbye to his senior, flashing a grin as he packed up his things and set off.

“see y– wait, jake! you almost left your camera bag,” jaemin called after him, handing him his belongings.“what’s got you in such a rush? you’d never leave your camera behind.”

the younger boy turned to retrieve his stuff, bowing to show his gratitude, “oh, thank you so much, hyung, i would’ve gone insane if i left this. my best friend’s waiting for me and she did not appreciate the extra time eunjin noona took at the end of the session–she’s impatient and hungry and it’s my turn to pay for dinner so if i don’t hurry up, i have to deal with a hangry y/n for longer than i’d like.”

“sim jaeyun! come on!” the voice of who jaemin assumed to be the ‘hangry y/n’ caught his attention, however, the annoying image he had envisioned in his head did not match up with the beauty he laid eyes on.

“calm down! i was just thanking jaemin hyung for giving me my camera back, which i wouldn’t have forgotten if you weren’t rushing me, geez,” jake rolled his eyes as he turned his back to you, mouthing a ‘see you’ to jaemin as he hurried to the door, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”

after packing away all of his equipment, jaemin set off on his way home, not forgetting to bow to eunjin on his way out.

“sorry, jakey, i just couldn’t wait,” he heard a much gentler version of the voice from before in front of him. looking up from his phone, jaemin recognised the two figures in front of him as the bickering best friends he’d encountered not even a few minutes ago.

“couldn’t wait to what? drain my bank account?” jake’s joking questions were met with complete silence, “oh, i see how it is!”

“kidding! i meant that i couldn’t wait to spend time with you now that you’re not busy with that big, mechanic… project, uh, thing. yes, i know what it’s called, i just don’t want to say all those long sciency words,” your whining brought a smile to jaemin’s face, having heard similar words from his own arts major friends.

his smile only grew as he crossed the road and saw you almost trip over the curb from laughing so hard at whatever jake had said next, too preoccupied by your joyous laughter and the way you beamed at your friend to have heard.

jaemin sighed as he looked on, wondering how fulfilling it would be to be the cause of that pretty smile or the reason behind your contagious giggles. or, to put it simply, he wondered how fulfilling it would be to loved.

JAEMIN CAM • REC

“na jaemin… are you joking,” haechan turned towards him, blinking slowly in disbelief at what he’d just heard, “another random crush that you saw for a few minutes and never again? we thought it was gonna be different this time, man.”

before jaemin could even defend himself, renjun seemed to have had some sort of epiphany, “woah, wait, slow your roll there, hyuck. i think our jaem might actually have a chance.”

“he does?”

“i do?” even jaemin was ready to admit that you were just another brief attraction, but hearing that he had even the slightest chance with you had his cheeks burning redder than ever, “c-could you elaborate?”

“i could… if you show us what this y/n looks like,” renjun cocked an eyebrow, holding his hand out to see if jaemin would accept his offer.

“wh-why would you wanna do that?” jaemin didn’t know if it was the drinks or the idea of his best friends potentially showing interest in you that had him fumbling over his words.

“calm down, we’re not gonna steal her from you,” jeno wrapped his arm around his shoulder, nuzzling into his side, “we wouldn’t do that to you, man, we’re just curious, that’s all.”

“mhm!” haechan chimed in, “we just wanna give her the best friend stamp of approval before we proceed.”

jaemin took a moment to consider his friends’ words, before retrieving his phone from the disgustingly messy table, “fine! but if any of you accidentally like any of her photos i swear i’m gonna… i’ll— i won’t be happy!”

the boys chuckled at their roommate’s sheer inability to get angry at them; his tolerance and kindness were just some of the things they loved about him, qualities they knew his future girlfriend would appreciate. they waited as jaemin opened instagram to find your page, haechan advising him to go through jake’s following to make it easier.

“what? like none of you have ever tried to stalk someone’s profile before,” haechan scoffed, leaning closer to the screen, “oh! right there, she’s tagged in his most recent post.”

clicking on the small square, a smile unknowingly crept onto jaemin’s face as he stared at the candid photo of you laughing with jake and another friend he was sure he’d seen before on his account. although the gentle hues of the sunset made for a picturesque background, he couldn’t help but think that you and your beaming smile were the most beautiful view of all.

“ahem… earth to jaemin?” renjun frantically waved his hand in front of the dazed boy’s face, “if you wanna gawk at her pics so badly, i would recommend checking out her account.”

the sarcasm dripping in his words would’ve normally had jaemin rolling his eyes, but he was too focused scrutinising every little detail of your profile. the aesthetically pleasing highlight covers were almost as eye-catching as the selfie you’d set as your profile picture, and the large array of posts featuring cute outfits, your friends, pretty views, and more selfies had jaemin curious to see more.

“ooh, ‘hyu second year philosophy student,’ a second year, ah, mark hyung does philosophy too,” jeno commented as he looked over your bio, “i don’t see anyone tagged in her bio, and there’s no dedicated highlight to a boyfriend or anything, so looks like she’s single!”

“not everyone documents their relationship on social media, that doesn’t automatically mean she’s single” renjun pointed out the obvious, smacking the back of jeno’s head. “but, we can figure that out later. so now that y/n’s got our stamp of approval, do you wanna know the plan or not, jaem?”

“wait, wait, we’re still looking!” haechan continued to tap on jaemin’s phone and scroll through your pictures, “she’s cuuute, pretty feed too.”

“i know, right?” jaemin sighed dreamily, earning a disgusted look from jeno, “sorry, sorry, go on, jun, what’s the plan?”

“you need to bring a model to photography club this week, don’t you?” renjun paused for jaemin to nod.

“based on what you’ve told us, jake and y/n seem very close, close enough that he’ll most likely bring her along as his model. if, and when, he brings her, you can actually go and talk to her, maybe get her number or something. as for making sure she’s single, whichever one of us you bring along can just discreetly ask your friend jake if y/n’s taken, and drop the hint that you’re interested—you could get him to help you out with her.”

a few moments of silence passed before jaemin launched himself onto renjun, engulfing him in a tight hug, “thank you, thank you, thank you! wow, i never would’ve thought that i’d actually have a chance with her but thanks to you and your genius mind, now i might. will you come with me on thursday, jun, please?”

“ah, you’re welcome, but y-you’re squeezing me, you’re almost as bad as jeno,” renjun pleaded, dramatically placing a hand on his chest when jaemin loosened his grip.

“i would love to, but thursday? i’m working on a ‘global sculpture through the ages’ exhibition that afternoon. i’m sorry, jaem, but i’m sure these two’ll be happy to help!”

“ooh, ooh, i am! i’m free then, and i’m happy to be your gorgeous model and your wingman all at once,” haechan mimed a hair flip, batting his lashes and grinning at jaemin.

jaemin knew he couldn’t stand the exaggerated facial expressions any longer and answered him, “okay, fine, hyuck! just— i know you can get very friendly, very quickly, so don’t drift off-topic and just stick to the plan, please, for me. if you succeed, i’ll buy you food after as a thank you.”

“woah, thanks, nana!” haechan snuggled into said boy’s side, showing his gratitude by acting annoyingly adorable, “i guess this means that operation ‘get jaemin a girlfriend’ is a go!”

his declaration was met with whoops and cheers, with jeno pouring everyone another round of shots to celebrate their roommate’s potential romance. as they raised their glasses and downed their drinks, jaemin squeezed his eyes shut and hoped, with all his heart, that their operation would be a success.

© YOUR-WORLD-WITH-NCT, 2023

[lunar-years]

i think i remember you mentioned how jamie’s love confession to keeley had nothing to do with how he felt about her romantically and i’d love to hear more of your thoughts on it. jamie’s so strange throughout the ep, and considering it’s right after the man city confrontation with his father, it’s probably not too far of a stretch to say he’s thinking about his own father’s death and having a bit of an existential crisis himself. i think jamiekeeley is cute btw and i’m all for ot3 roykeeleyjamie! just wanted to pick your brain about this. and apologies if you’ve never posted about this and i’m remembering the wrong user

Hi! I’m pretty sure this wasn’t me who said it (but never say never because I sure say a lot on here, lol). However you might have still seen it on my blog, because I think I responded to an ask recently with the same opinion!

Regardless, my personal view on it is that Jamie was definitely speaking romantically, BUT I’ve seen a bunch of people think otherwise and it’s fun to explore different viewpoints so I'm gonna talk about my opinions on the funeral episode anyway lmao :)

I think the funeral is soooo interesting because Jamie AND Roy AND Keeley are all acting kind of strangely. Even when we figure how why Roy is being so odd (Grandad Emotions), but there's still whatever is going on between Jamie and Keeley. Because like, yeah, Jamie definitely should’ve 1) realized his boss' father's funeral wasn’t the time nor place for love confessions and 2) probably not done it regardless because, yes, it is kind of out of pocket to tell your ex-girlfriend you’re still in love with her when she’s currently dating someone else (who just so happens to be your current football coach who just helped you during a very traumatic experience)…like ohhh Jamie. Messy!! But I love mess. So therefore I did love this. 🤷‍♀️ However…the topic is not necessarily as ~coming up out of nowhere~ as it first seems, I think. Importantly, Keeley is also acting weirdly!!

I was staring at this gifset recently and thinking many a Keeley thought, and to be honest I think feelings and big emotions were being stirred up again on BOTH sides at that event. It’s interesting (and I think rings true to other insights we've gotten into her character) that as soon as things get a little dicey with Roy, Keeley starts looking outside her relationship, either for people to confide in (as she does when she tells everyone but Roy about the problems she’s having with Roy in Headspace) or to reflect on what she no longer has but is suddenly wondering if she might miss and possibly still want (her contemplative looks at Jamie at the funeral, “you look nice Jamie” etc…. Maybe this is an unpopular take, but I think Keeley is also feeling some type of way that day, about Jamie in particular. And yeah I definitely think that has an impact on why Jamie chooses then to confess to her. He's sensing a different vibe between them suddenly and is reminded, I need to do this.

The other reasons in Jamie’s head imo are 1) Jamie is just generally very open about most of his feelings and I think he’s coming at it from, a 'you should tell the people you love that you love them!' place, right or wrong 2) as he later tells Roy, the funeral made him uncomfy!! and AS YOU SAY yeah i do think there's definitely an connection between that and his dad abusing him in front of the whole team, which has just happened very recently. PERHAPS he is already Not Doing Great, and watching his boss who he doesn't really know act Weird during the eulogy for her Dead Father has him extra off-kilter. 3) as we learn in s3... his dad disappeared after Wembley. No calls, no texts. Nothing. Now, we don't have categoric evidence that this is unusual, but to ME James Sr. doesn't seem like someone who typically leaves well enough alone. I can definitely see Jamie still being freaked out over this very big thing that happened that his dad has got to be incredibly angry about. Perhaps there is still a part of him very much waiting for the other shoe to drop! Which is to say, I do think you're right that there's an element of existential crisis going on here.

Also, while I do personally think Jamie's confession is romantic in nature, I do not think it is conditional in intent. Jamie isn't telling her with the expectation that she's going to dump Roy immediately and tell him that oh yeah, she loves him too. Like, Jamie isn't an idiot. I think he does at the heart of it just want to thank her and he's been meaning to thank her for a while because she means SO MUCH TO HIM that it all has to come spilling out as some point. And a part of that love is romantic, yes, but he also loves her in so many ways. I think Jamie is perfectly content to put it out there and let her set the terms of their future friendship/relationship. Most important to him is that she knows.

So anyway, sorry this got so long and that it isn't really what your original question was about (for anyone who thinks the confession wasn't about Jamie loving her romantically, please feel free to chime in/reblog and add your thoughts!) but in summation, I think: Roy being upset about other things (Grandad) causes him to stir a fight with Keeley -> The fight with Roy causes Keeley to re-evaluate some things and part of her focus undeniably lands on Jamie -> Jamie senses something has changed between him and Keeley and because of that, in addition to the lingering aftershocks of a recent very traumatic experience, confesses he's still in love with her at a funeral.

Which is to say, as I DO always say here at lunar-years, these three's stories have always been irrevocably intertwined since the beginning (regardless of the ot3 as a ship) and the funeral is another example of that. Also it is totally crazy that we never get an explicit follow-up to Man City until episode 11 of the NEXT SEASON and that is one of my biggest grievances on season 2.

[clarynewme]

Sorry, love, this feedback is too late😭😭😭. I just finished the test and finally have free time.😅

An interesting thing just happened, and I am eager to share it with you. My mom went to pick me up and stopped at a bakery to grab some bread. I was in the car alone when I realized the minivan beside me was a Toyota model called Sienna. I didn’t know this model before, and my English name is actually Sienna. What a coincidence! Wish me luck in the test!

💙Feedback:

The reading is very detailed and insightful. First, about Rahu transiting the 7th house, Rahu is normally considered detrimental and feels like it can cause bad results sometimes. I checked the transit; it started around December 2023. That is when I start having acne breakout pretty badly, and mercury (which rules skin) has been affected by Rahu, Mars, and the sun.

About D7, which I never noticed before, your interpretation is very accurate. I begin to face my trauma and and try to be more open and approachable. And for spouse, it is really nice to know, and I’m looking forward to that! 🤞

Ketu Dasha has been giving me a lot of trouble; Venus in the 12th house with Mars hasn’t given me any romance (your girl never gotten it🥺). But it is very hopeful, and the Jupiter transit in the 9th house is surely a validation for education and travel. I just checked my last time traveling abroad; it had Jupiter and Venus transited in the 9th house!!! 👏👏👏

In the SR, you mentioned that the people I'm gonna meet are serious and mature. I think I really need someone like this. I have been living under my family’s protection for so long that sometimes I just don’t know how to stand up for myself. A role model who shares something similar with me can help me develop and grow. A psychic, intense, or deep connection—intuitively knowing what the other is thinking—is all I want! I have Saturn in the 8th house in my natal, and as the 7th Lord in SR, I also have intimacy issues or am afraid of deep connections. I hope we can heal together🥺. The appearance of the spouse you’ve mentioned is soooo good😈😈😈; it's exactly what I like, particularly hips, legs, and hands. But tbh, I don’t anticipate having a nice spouse; my D9 is kinda bad, and my DK Saturn is in the 8th house, and from the Moon, Saturn is also poorly placed in the 12th house.

I'm really sorry for such delay, hope you don't mind and have got better☺️☺️☺️

Hi🥰 It's okay I was curious to know if you liked the reading lol😘

Wow that could be a sign you're about to meet him soon with the symbolisms I've given you👀👀👀

GOOD LUCK💕🙏🫰

Jupiter is transiting your rahu in 7th house, indicating expansion/abundance in relationships/partnerships (learning about what you want in relationships, how it affects you in a personal level/life), rahu could indicate unconventional relationships that challenge society expectations and unique ideas about marriage, perhaps the person could be way older than you (you have saturn darakaraka) or a foreigner, different culture/religion, etc. You can also draw more people towards you (more attractive). Yes rahu is considered malefic, but it depends on how you deal with it; It can cause anxiety, obssesion and illusion in relationships. So keeping yourself grounded with clarity and patience, finding strategies to manage this energy is essential as well communication in relationships and seeking advice from others could help.

Ketu dasha means detachment, karmic lessons and spirituality and it's in your 1st house aspecting 7th house so you could have been going through a difficult/intense period/self transformation in your life making room for you to focus on spiritual/deep/fated romantic partnerships (ketu-venus -> past life partner/soulmate). 12th house energy can be tricky but don't worry everything will happen in divine timing. (You could meet him through dreams and manisfestation/signs is relevant). YES travelling and education are very strong in your chart👌🤭

Maybe that's why you haven't met him yet, with saturn transit influencing 4th house (family) in aquarius makes you feel restricted, wanting your freedom. When you get out of the cocoon, travel/study abroad you could finally meet him🫶

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It's normal you feel that way with rahu in 7th house and other factors in your chart. My dad also has rahu in 7th house and didn't marry my mom who has ketu in 7th house(met him after divorce). It's possible you won't get married and just live with your longterm partner or you could marry later after your saturn return (saturn darakaraka) from what I've seen 2030👀.

Not yet😅 But thank you so much for the support🙏🫶💜 Feel free to send me DM💋💗

[thorinsbeard]

I was tagged by @ithilienns

How old were you when you were first introduced to LOTR?

I got the Hobbit for my 10th birthday waaay back in the 1998 or something. I read it when I was bored I think and remember being terrified of Gollum in the cave. In 2001 I saw the Fellowship in the movie theatre with my grandparents. I was obsessed with Legolas (and Boromir) and I remember having to wait a whole year for Part II and my friend saw it before me and all she said to me was "Legolas skateboard.." which I was like ?? about. I had to wait for a whole year to see part 3. I got the movies on VHS, DVD and collected the toys in 2001-2002 when they were out. I've collected a lot of merchandise over the years all because I saw it in 2001.

Favorite LOTR character?

It's hard to say because I love each and every single member of the fellowship but I would have to say Frodo Baggins. I just love him, how determined he was at the beginning and how you slowly see him lose himself because of the ring, because *he* was brave enough to take the ring to Mordor.

Books or movies?

I love both. I love the details in the books, I love the movies as well.

Which location in Middle Earth would you want to visit?

Rivendell (which I have visited in Lord of the Rings online). It is soooo pretty and I would love to chill with the elves and annoy Erestor, and hang out with Elrond and ask him about things. Also every time I visit it in the Lotro game, I feel like all the hurt and anguish and tiredness of questing has washed away, and I'm lucky 2 of my characters can teleport there whenever they want.

Favorite movie?

I can't possibly pick but I am actually going to say Fellowship of the Ring because this is the movie where I fell in love with the series (despite teenage me not wanting to go because it looked "scary" lol)

Favorite scene?

Hmm from the movies it's probably a lot of the fight scenes. I love when the riders of Rohan show up in a moment of despair, I love Sam's speech about stories in the two towers. There is just too many good scenes in the movies. it's been awhile since I reread the books but I am gonna reread them soon!

Favorite quote?

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold. " I just love this quote of Frodo's as someone who has suffered from mental illness and loss of friends due to it, knowing that sometimes you can't go back. It's just so heartbreaking. I could go on all day about Frodo ... *resists*

What Middle Earth race would you want to be?

A Hobbit! I want to eat and sleep and rest and adventure in the Shire.

Favorite LOTR ship?

I love Elrond x Celebrian, I love Faramir x Eowyn (I almost wrote Faramir x Aragorn and had a moment of hmm that could be interesting actually lol) I love Galadriel x Celeborn but (even though it is not canon) my favourite ship (both platonic and/or romantic) is Frodo x Sam. They work so well no matter which way you write them or see them and I just love them to pieces.

I'm going to tag.. @eomer @rosettyller @normaleeinsane and @aimless-passerby and actually everyone in this fandom. I want to read your responses.

[mambalae-s]

hi hi mamba, i want to start this off with a congrats and a thank you so much for putting in the work and the energy to do this event. i really appreciate it so much and i'm so so proud of you. you're doing wonderful, darling !

for your event, i actually can't decide myself so i'm going to give you the choice to pick for me between toji and satoru from jjk - (i really really hope you're not indecisive and are able to work well under pressure ! but you can let me know if you need me to choose one);

this might need a bit of a trigger warning, but something i'm still learning to love about myself is my weight and my body. i kinda struggle with my eating habits a little bit sometimes and i won't go into detail but it's something that i'm working on :)

as far as my personality goes, i would describe myself as someone who speaks her mind and usually doesn't hold back from doing so (mostly bc i think honesty is the best policy in any kind of relationship). and um this might be kind of contradicting, but at the same time i also isolate myself from loved ones when i'm feeling down or pressured and keep everything to myself bc i don't like arguing/conflict. my friends describe me as having a sarcastic sense of humour and say that i roll my eyes a lot but they also think i'm very very sweet because i flirt with them often just for fun hehe. i'm mostly an introvert because i need to have my alone time but when i'm feeling charged then i'm able to make friends very very quickly. and my dad says it's because i'm empathetic and always know what to say when it comes to ppl hehe. (ahh this is getting too long... i just love talking about myself. i'll try wrapping it up quickly!) some other things you should know about me: i'm a hopeless romantic, don't like horror, am a total daydreamer, i write romance, fanfiction, and poetry, pink is my favourite colour, i'm a lipgloss/lipstick addict (and collect them for fun even when i don't need them), spring is my favourite season, my love language is physical touch, i'm an infp, and if it's important for the moodboard i'm south asian!

let's keep this sfw for ease, so i'll end it by describing my dream date with both men. you can then choose which one you'll do!

1. i know satoru's really really tall, but i just picture toji being taller and bigger in my head so i have this headcanon that i'm like half his size (for reference, i'm 5'3-ish) and in my head we are just grumpy x sunshine couple all the way. dream date with toji would be us going to the amusement park (my fav place on earth) and just being kids tbh. i'd force him to wear cutesy animal headbands and ride the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel with me and we'd stand in long long lines just talking and he would probably whine and complain about everything but he'd put up with it for me (also i'd probably manipulate him with my big eyes and my own bratty attitude ^^)

2. with satoru, i feel like since he's pretty childish in a relationship, i'd definitely act more bossy/mature with him as a result. (he'd look so pretty taking orders, wouldn't he?) dream date with satoru would just be a stay at home date. we'd start off by cooking dinner and dessert together, then have a spa night, and end it by doing a disney movie marathon together. he's so money i just have the urge to show him that we can do things without spending so much or going out to fancy restaurants and stuff.

anyway, i'm sorry for making this so long. as you can tell, i'm a talker. i'll leave the choice up to you for which boy to pick, but i just want to say thank you in advance. i love u sm mamba. congrats again baby doll <33

my beloved safi!! my dearest angel!! i’m so so soooo excited to do your request!! genuinely kicked my feet and did a little dancy dance when i saw your ask and i started searching for your pics as early as 4am before work! as soon as you mentioned sunshine x grumpy, you’d gotten me on team toji! im gonna make the prettiest, cutest, sweetest boards and scenarios for you, because you truly are as bright as the sun and you deserve the world! hugging you sooooo warmly!

also please don’t feel bad for telling me as much as you did!’ it makes me happy to learn about you all during these little events!

╰┈➤ cherry blossom lips — safi x toji

╰┈➤ song — pov by ariana grande

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 one of the first things that really drew toji to you was your smile. he finds the way your eyes light up and crinkle ever so slightly ever so enchanting. he’s so entirely enraptured, you have no idea just how much!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i’ve said this for others as well, but toji’s also the kind of lover who is very attentive to you and your likes. i also think that he spoils you quite a bit! he’ll take note of your collection of lipglosses and lipsticks and whenever he’s out, he always keeps his eyes open for ones that he thinks you’ll like.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 if you only ask him once, he’ll help you pick out a lovely combination for your days and contemplates very intensely on what look he thinks would work well! he’s very involved surprisingly and loves to see the way you switch things up every now and then, and finds it really cute when you keep returning to favourites time and time again.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i also think he’d be very playful and loves to kiss your glossy lips, if only to taste the sweet flavours as he licks the tint from his own lips, keeping his eyes locked on yours with your chin between his fingers as he tells you how sweet you taste.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s very perceptive to you and your feelings and always looks out for you as best as he can. he knows just how much you care for others around him, and him especially, always making sure that he’s alright, asking him about his day and of anything that he may have on his mind.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he might not be very vocal about it, but his way of reassuring you is at first to pull you in for a long hug. he rests his chin on top of your head and just holds you close to him, hands stroking your back and waist and taking slow, deep breaths so that you’ll follow his lead. especially during moments when he notices you quietly hurting, he’ll always mutter loving reassurances that he’s here for you, and that you don’t have to push yourself to talk to him until you’re ready — just know that he’s there for you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he also knows how much you try to show yourself love, especially when it comes to your body. toji can tell whenever you’re having a hard time showing yourself the love he feels for you, and his way of reminding you of that love is by initiating physical contact in very intimate ways!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 not intimate as in sexual, but he’ll lay down with you and shower your entire body with kisses, reaching beneath your clothes with his fingers and taking his time to let each kiss linger, with little whispers of everything he loves, every part of you that you’re still learning to love on yourself. like i said, he’s extremely intentional, so know that all of those kisses and light touches are overflowing with love he feels deep inside his heart, because he’ll be there to love you until — and even after — you’ve fully grown to love yourself the way he does

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you ask him one day to visit an amusement park with you, he doesn’t think twice about saying yes! sure, he might act like he has zero interest in wearing those cute headbands with you, but he’d do anything just to make you happy!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 sure, he’ll say that it won’t look good on him and that it’ll make him look silly, but how can he say no to those pleading eyes and pouty lips of yours? in the end, he’ll let you stuff his mouth full of cotton candy and grumble as you set cute mickey mouse ears atop his head — and don’t tell anyone, but he melts like putty at the way you light up and boop his nose, a little red faced as you tell him how cute he looks

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll even match with you to wear pink themed outfits! if it’s a colder time of the year when you both go, he’ll buy you both pink lilo onesies ahead of time so that you can wear them together! absolutely loves the pictures you both take and sets them as your contact photo, his wallpaper, all so that he can see the way you smile at the camera while his soft gaze is trained on you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 now this is a secret, but toji gets a little squeamish in high places, so he’s a little nervous at first about going on the roller coasters and ferris wheels, but it’s all so worth it as he gets to hear your joyful squeals and laughter, watching your eyes crinkle as you belt out all these happy noises. the fact that you’re enjoying yourself makes him all the more pleased and he takes his own enjoyment purely from you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he knows how you love the romantic things in life, so he takes you to the biggest ferris wheel in the park at night when all the lights shine like colourful stars. he wraps his arm around you and admires you admiring the scene around you, leaning into his embrace and just taking in the moment. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how precious you are to him, how much he loves you, and would absolutely tear the world apart to keep you safe.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when your cart reaches the highest point of the ride, he lets himself go and pulls you in for a sweet kiss, letting it last for seconds that feel like years and mere moments to him as he drinks you in for all that you are, pouring into you every poem he’s secretly written in his heart for you. he whispers to you how much you love him, “until the end of time, safi… i’ll always love you, even after then.”

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[stormsworder]

20 Questions for 20 Writers!

Tagged by the incomparable @treeofnonsense

How many works do you have on AO3?

5, which I realize is like such a tiny number >>;

What's your total AO3 word count?

87,926 (which honestly surprises even me??)

What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily these days I just write for Guild Wars 2. I still have cooking in my head like, actually properly redoing and finishing up my Twilight Princess fics, and I used to do stuff like Phantasy Star Online and Resident Evil as well. (And smaller, lesser known fandoms like Afraid of Monsters and The Blackout Club)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Considering I only have five published fics, lol... 4mother (15), The Guardian Saga: Twilight Falls (4), The Guardian Saga: Shattered Peace (4), The Song or Death (2), Dragonrise (2)

Do you respond to comments?

Always do, yeah! I feel like if somebody took the time out to read and comment, I should respond in kind! I hardly ever get much in the way of readers or comments so like, I want to thank the wonderful people who took the time to read my works.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Out of what I have on Ao3? The Song or Death would have to be that one. The game's storyline didn't exactly end on the most hopeful or positive of scenarios, so boy oh boy did it mess up the character I portrayed in the live storyline.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have a limited number to pick from, so probably Twilight Falls? Though looking back at it (which I wrote back when I was a senior in high school oh gosh), I really feel tempted to get back to re-writing it soon and all around improving it since I'm better at writing.

Do you get hate on fics?

Yeaaaah, I had a whole issue where uh, someone took one of my fics as a copy and paste, then changed a bunch of names in it and words to like, vulgar sexual stuff. It was some great harassment on a Zelda forum, I tell ya. :\ (And then some people trying to pick apart my Zelda fic and critiquing me as an awful Mary Sue writer when I had been trying to stand up for someone who'd been a friend at the time getting harassment from that bunch).

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really in my solo fics, though. When you're asexual and have like, no actual decent romantic experiences? Bit harder to write anything of the sexual sorts.

Do you write crossovers?

...I am pretty sure that, in some of my ollllld rough drafts I threw out, I had some Kingdom Hearts stuff. And I think I did even weirder crossovers as a kid. Soooo yep.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in a way of someone trying to claim they themselves wrote it, but it was the above-mentioned harassment thing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Negative.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not in the published sort of way, but my best friend and I tend to do a lot of collaborative writing in private RP stuff that kinda-sorta counts?

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Boy. Hm. This has changed a looooot over the years. I would say most currently, for something that exists in a canon? Kasmeer and Marjory. When I was growing up in the Deep South, they were my first real experience with an LGBTQ relationship, and so the exposure to it kind of taught me a lot, in a way?

What's one WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm just gonna sloooowly hide the Zelda and Eternal Darkness fanfic rewrites I was doing...

What are your writing strengths?

When you have a super self-critical mind it's hard to see what strengths you may have at all. Maaaaybe dialogue? Though sometimes I look at what I do and go "eeehhh" because I struggle socially in reality. Though I do think like, I do okay-ish describing scenes and feelings?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Clothes. How the heck do you describe outfits in a way that isn't like, forced or boring?? There's a reason I hardly go into detail about outfits.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I would absolutely need help with like, a native English speaker to make sure I do it right, because good gosh I would not wanna get that wrong. (I have a character who absolutely would, my The Blackout Club kid, but I don't wanna mess up Muscogee Creek language at all).

First fandom you wrote for?

Believe it or not? Sonic the Hedgehog. I wrote a fanfic describing Sonic Adventure's Super Sonic stuff when I was in 4th grade for a writing contest at the county fair.

Favorite fic you've written?

Oh gosh. Years ago before I got to be a better writer, I probably woulda said Twilight Falls? But out of current and more modern stuff I've written... I'd absolutely say the RP stuff I've done with my best and closest friend. For what I will actually *publish*, well... I actually think my next GW2 fic (Shining Secrets, White Wrath) is probably the best of my latest solo ventures.

I uhhh... won't tag anyone because the people I can think of tagging my brain is just telling me I'd be a bother to them soooo... whoever sees this can take it??

[trickarrows-bishop]

SEASON 4 SPOILERS BELLOW ⁉️⁉️⁉️

the skip between season 3 & 4 and that sudden TENSION

now i must say ashlyn is SOOOO me coded when first realising she was 🏳️‍🌈 right? like making it her JOB to mention when something is queer? pretty me when i first came out- but i digress !!

we can see they’ve ONLY gotten closer and closer over that jump between s3 and s4, with ashlyn ALWAYS texting on her phone NOT to her boyfriend but to maddox. she is the first person she tells about casting, NOT big red. ofc i must add i do believe that before she realised she like maddox romantically it wasn’t ash’s intention to have the break up with big red- but anyways idk i just thought that

ON TOP OF THAT i can only IMAGINE the praise that maddox gives her friend when finding out she got cast as Kelsi. i just know the messages included “OMFG OKAY DONT FORGET ME WHEN UR FAMOUS” and “IM SO PROUD OMGGGG” and so on bro i JUST KNOW IT ‼️

and ash is EXCITED to do hsmtmts 3, as are the rest of them HOWEVER notice how quickly she goes quiet when maddox turns up ⁉️⁉️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🤨🤨 gay as HELL fr. anyways back to actual plot, she talks to the camera in “the office”-like way and talks about how she doesn’t get how it is awkward between her and maddox considering the text ALL the time.

now ofc, OFC, i am aware that when you text someone every second of ur life and/or meet someone from online 9 times out of 10 say it’s gonna be a little bit on the awkward side- completely and utterly aware of this okay? BUT YOU TELLING ME THAT THE AWKWARDNESS COULD NOT ALSO BE FROM 🏳️‍🌈🤨☝️🫵 like brother there is a difference between the tension they had in that one scene of looking across to each other in the rehearsal room and tension between two online friends first meeting

"you were a boss today!!" and DO YOU SEE MADDOX PRACTICALLY RUSH OVER TO ASHLYN ??? OH BOYYYYYYY "UHM you think so?" "UHM I REALLY KNOW SO" although i am not visibly seeing her twirl her hair and kick her feet and blush like crazy I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT MADDOX IS INTERNALLY. and within that we see kourt completely ignored while they OBLIVIOUSLY flirt with each other- "you know, goth looks really good on you" "thank you i'm wearing like twelve necklaces" like that is as straight as ME now.

EPISODE 4 WOOOOO

one of my fav episodes honestly like omg so first let us deep dive into THAT scene in nightmares come to life where maddox appears in the reflection + thOSE LYRICS 🤨

so FIRSTLY most of us all connected that maddox being in SPECIFICALLY her camp uniform tells us that this all originates back to camp. the idea of ashlyn having feelings/a crush on her STARTED back then, but she's been FAR too oblivious, thinking to herself "no, i have a boyfriend!!" like girl bffr. BUT LET US TAKE IT FURTHER WITH THE LYRICS WOOOoOOoOooOOoo

the basics of the song is how each character had something on their plate they REALLY didn't wanna deal with (the nightmares)- examples including ricky not wanting to tell gina the truth that dani will have to take over as gabriella, kourtney having to make a choice about schools, carlos and his relationship with seb- and of COURSE ashlyn and her underlying feelings for maddox.

So many feelings inside, new ones that don't wanna hide i gotta listen, so here we go hit the ignition i'm in for a ride ???? LIKE SHE DEADASS WAS JUST LIKE "new feelings. for maddox. yeah. gotta take that into account now oh no lets just GO WITH IT !!" like girlie THANK YOU FOR CONFIRMING IG ??? like the whole episode prior she was just like "surely not !! lol" and now in episode 4 she's like "uhm. actually ☝️ I MAY-" like OMFJDSAFGASKHGDF AND THEN THE ONE LINE SAYLOR HAS? LET ME RUN WITH IT HOLD ON NOW ‼️‼️ "You'll find they soon take over" OKAY SO THE DREAM SEQUENCE, IN ASHLYN'S MIND (perhaps. maybe im just DELULU) MADDOX IS TELLING HER "the feelings are gonna take over btw!!" LIKE AUFDAFSKJGH

anyways onto the episode itself. NO ONE else understands ash's costume other than maddox first of all. like. made for each other wth then of course i cant lightly NOT touch on "SHE NEEDS MOUTH TO MOUTH. AS A FRIEND." now. ik this all can be like "yeah hella gay lets move onto the call it what you want scene" BUT YALL REALISE THE REASON SHE'S THOUGHT MOUTH TO MOUTH IS BECAUSE SHE OBVIOUSLY, NON-STOP THOUGHT AT SOME POINT ABOUT KISSING HER RIGHT??? NO STRAIGHT EXPLANATION. NONE.

and ofc the Call It What You Want scene oh my GODDDDD y'all i cried when i realised it was a madlyn duet like HOLY SHIT there is a madlyn duet AND ITS ON SPOTIFY for me to LISTEN TO. call it what you want is JUST SUCHHHHH A MADLYN song;

written from ASH's perspective, she's saying, quite clearly- "i've never been in a situation quite like this, ive never had feelings quite like this, all of this is new but if there's one thing i know for a FACT- I WANT YOU." like SKDFLGASKDHFgalkfhGLlkjfhL oh my GODDDDDD and that almost kiss at the end? HOW INSANE OF THEM TO PUT THAT THERE BUT HOW IN CHARACTER??? LIKE YEAH IF I HEARD THIS SONG I TOO WOULD BE ATTEMPTING TO KISS ASHLYN. and maddox running away quickly? so SO SO in character. .she isn't sticking around to find the damage that she's "caused" in nearly kissing ash- she's running away, most likely heartbroken to once again go off and text maddison like it's a coping mechanism of some sorts.

episodes 5 & 6

alr y'all it may surprise you but not a lot went down in these episodes madlyn wise buT we very much had the redlyn break up (aka the most chill breakup known to man ((or at least in hsmtmts)))

big red was a complete ally !! (no one is surprised) and was like "okay now GO GET UR GIRL !!" what a king but once again im gonna zoom in on maddox being back with maddison for that moment. as we know from the finale at least a LOT the time that maddox is with maddison she seems to find a way to bring up ashlyn. (ngl i would KILL for a scene with maddison and maddox like that but i'm taking what i've been given...) and im just trying to think of how that must've felt for ASH. while maddison on the other end of the phone would've been like "omg !! hi !! ur the one who's like !! perfect for maddox !! hello !!" ash most likely would've gone home and like practically SOBBED into her pillow.

from the finale maddox also mentioned that she hadn't heard anything from ash since halloween, which either means they stopped talking or just kept talking, gaslighting themselves that it didn't happen (very gay of them either way)

the only other thing madlyn coded that i must add on is "so you're single again?" from maddox. like girl the fact you just BLURTED that out tells me you've been thinking about it a LOT 🤨 gay as hell i love them sm

GAY FINALE EPISODES (7&8)

now. OH MY GODDDDD i must say i cannot pull apart what happened in ep 7 to what happened in ep 8- it was a BLUR, so stay WITH ME here. both of them were FULLY ready to confess their feelings yall !! we had maddox practicing her LINES like she was apart of hsm3 while ashlyn had like a five step plan (which included a tree) into confessing her feelings 😭 like. FINALLY. after what felt like- FOREVER on this season, they were once again on the same page WOOOOOOOO

ofc we see maddox also texting maddison (no thoughts head empty) which once again kinda just proves my point of maddison being a rebound/coping mechanism for maddox. if she cant be with or talk to ashlyn rn she'll just have to settle with maddison (of who, as we covered, seems to hear a LOT about ash as it is). maddox ALSO sees a certain scenario happen. yk the one. the one with ash, big red and andy.

ofc this probably sets the first crack in the glass of her changing her mind about confessing her feelings- if ashlyn is with big red why should she bother telling ash the truth? and then the balloons. oh my god THE BALLOONS. ofc OFC maddox should've read the note first, but i think that along with nearly breaking that light board, girlie was not in the right head space to read that note immediately (my dramatic ass would've probably ripped it up before reading it 💀💀) AND THIS TIES BACK TO THE WHOLE MISCOMMUNICATION AND MISUNDERSTANDING SUBJECT. if maddox had literally read the note first instead of going off to find jet and rant to him (i love it when siblings are siblings) and had talked about the near-kiss to ashlyn, ash wouldn't probably have been hurt as much when maddison PICKED UP THE PHONE

now with ash omg that plan she had? the cutest thing on the planet. EJ also 100% earned his spot as captain of the ship carving that into a tree back at camp in season THREE. like. okay king that gaydar rlly was working ??? omg ??? plus ashlyn KNOWS that one of the most important things to maddox is camp, so the fact that she was able to include that still into her confession, therefore not making it ALL about herself really just showed how much she cared about maddox and who she is. PLUS they met at camp. like. i will cry don't make me DO IT. the whole "so... should we just stay friends?" the gayest thing to ever happen im so serious abt it too. sapphics can literally kiss on multiple occasions and say we're just friends. that TINY addition of them not IMMEDIATELY just becoming gfs and hesitating ??? just a little bit more accuracy for the gays and i WILL BE EATING IT UP

and ofc the kiss- no comments will sum it up better than carlos'. "IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO. THIS IS SO ENDGAME" he's so real and me coded

other notes that im remembering after the kiss include;

read this one on twt and i nearly screamed; maddox "leaving" for new zealand and ash's reaction. put this into picture now that we know ash's full story. she started the whole series not really having any friends, eating lunch usually alone in a classroom. now fast forward to the finale, she's about to loose her best friend and girlfriend to this new movie, her cousin has gone off to college and she'll be losing more of her friends at the end of the year. imagine how devastating that would've been for her. holy FUCK.

on a lighter note ; the one madlyn lyric in Love You Forever being "I wanna live like I've never even heard the word regret" is so insane i love LOVE LOVE them FUCK HOMOPHOBIA (sorry got too passionate there)

maddox in that born to be brave clip at the end kissing ash's hand and being all 🥰🥰🥰 while BIG RED IS SAT NEXT TO HER oh my GOD i cannot be normal about them

I WANNA ALSO SAY HOW AMAZING THE ACTING WAS FROM BOTH JULIA AND SAYLOR. TOGETHER THEY PORTRAYED AND GAVE US SUCH A DELICATE AND BEAUTIFUL SAPPHIC RELATIONSHIP THAT I (AT THE LEAST) WILL BE TREASURING FOR LIKE. EVER.

conclusion- i love gay people and this ship. feel free to word vomit abt them in the comments, chances are i will word vomit back xoxo

y'all i wrote an essay to my friend on why madlyn is perfect, enemies to friends to lovers, and built up on terrible communication and misunderstanding. one note and i'll drop it

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moonlight rendezvous

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summary: it’s jj and indie’s first date night together since the arrival of their daughter and indie is feeling less than herself. however, a romantic walk along the beach after dinner soon has her reassured of just how much jj loves her. 

warnings: swearing. dirty talk. sexual content. unprotected sex. exhibitionism. 

author’s note: this is soooo sickeningly sweet i apologise for that. as always, feel free to leave a reblog or a comment with your thoughts on the chapter! or come talk to me in my ask box! i always love hearing from you guys about your thoughts and all your little headcanons!

It was a big day for the Maybank-Routledge household; both Indie and Tilly had had their six-week health check-up appointments with the doctor. Tilly, whilst still a little sniffly in the tail end of her dramatic cold-like sniffles, had passed with flying colours. She had endured a long list of thorough health checks during an intense appointment — including being weighed and measured, hearing and eyesight tests, heart and lung tests, and a multitude of reflex tests — and had been given the all clear; she was developing within the average rates for babies of her age and prematurity categories. Indie, similarly, received an in-depth check-up and had been given the much-anticipated news that she had fully healed from Tilly’s birth. The brunette siren was back in action, and boy was she about to take full advantage of that fact.

However, all the good news shared aside, it was an even bigger night for Indie and JJ. Tonight, was the very first night in which Tilly would be left with someone other than Indie or JJ — albeit only for a couple of hours and with trusted and self-proclaimed favourite uncle John B and his long-term girlfriend, Madi. It was, nevertheless, a huge step in their parenting journey. In celebration of Indie getting the all clear to return to their very active and flavourful sex life, JJ had had made reservations at one of the romantic restaurants over in Figure Eight. The pair of them were very much in need of an intimate date night with one another; whilst they were both in love with their sweet, little baby and had somewhat adjusted to becoming new parents, with Tilly being an especially clingy koala bear in her sickness, they had very little time solely for themselves and had lacked that fervent spark that had previously fuelled their romance.

“Ind—” JJ called up the wooden staircase ­— one tattooed hand placed atop the varnished banister as the other lay comfortably beneath his daughter’s body, supporting her weight as she curled into the warmth of his chest, “—we’re gonna be late for our reservation. Come on.” His attention swiftly landed back on his darling, doe-eyed daughter as the ever so tiny tips of her fingers tickled against the tattooed skin of his chest — reaching through the open buttons of his garishly patterned, blue shirt and toying with his silver cross necklace.

A dismissive half-yell came floating down the staircase in response from Indie, however the exact words didn’t quite reach his ears and he was left with more of an incoherent mumble.

John B, who had arrived around five minutes earlier, was pre-occupied with his bubbly niece. A wide, animated grin had etched itself into has tanned complexion as he ever so gently tickled Tilly’s sides. “Are you gonna smile for Uncle John B?” he cooed in his sweet baby voice as he attempted to coax a toothless smile from the wide-eyed baby. “Come on, trouble, smile for Uncle John B. You know you want to.” Playfully, he hooked his ring-cladded forefinger into the hook of her pacifier and gently pulled it from her mouth. “I got your binky,” he cheerfully teased, until he noticed the saddened crinkles of her forehead and the wrinkling of her tiny, button nose. “Oh, no—” he swiftly but carefully pushed it back inside her mouth, “—don’t do that. No crying for Uncle John B.”

A low, rasping chuckle vibrated through JJ’s chest as he lightly bounced his daughter against his chest. He placed a soft, loving kiss into the dark, chestnut hair that covered her head before speaking in a mellow tone, “you gonna smile for Daddy?” He watched expectantly, gently pinching at her chubby cheeks as her rosy lips twitched upwards into something that resembled an amused grin as her mahogany doe eyes glittered under the orange-hued lights. Immediately, a pleased-with-himself smirk upturned his stubble-lined features as he lifted his head to meet eyes with John B. “She’s a daddy’s girl through and through.”

“What’s this about Tilly crying?” Indie’s concerned voice wafted down the wooden staircase as she slowly descended — the heavy clomping of her black, suede heels echoing throughout the house, “you better not be making my baby cry.” Reaching the very bottom of the staircase, she took the final step down onto the more comfortable wooden floor of the living room and straightened out the short hemline of her black, fitted dress that had slowly ridden up her tanned thighs.

“He dared to touch binky,” JJ jested.

Indie turned to face her much taller brother and blinked — her face remaining completely straight and radiating seriousness, “never touch binky. Ever. She’ll scream the entire house down if you take binky from her. Binky and teddy stay in sight at all times, do you hear me? In fact, make sure you have at least three binkies in grabbing distance at all times ready to plug her up. Be on the look out for if she spits binky out too because that is the end of the world. She goes into meltdown mode if that happens. She hasn’t quite learnt to just not spit binky out yet.”

“You gotta make a quick swap with binky and the bottle too,” JJ added, continuing to gently bounce Tilly in his arms.

“There’s two bottles prepared in the fridge. Take them out about half an hour before feeding to get them up to room temperature because she doesn’t like cold milk. If for some reason you need more, there’s some frozen in the bottom drawer of the freezer; take the bag out and run it under the hot water tap until it defrosts. Do not put it in the microwave. It’s too hot for her and will burn her mouth,” Indie continued to instruct as she fiddled around with the miscellaneous items that cluttered up her clutch-bag purse — organising them into the various compartments. For a fleeting moment, she peered upwards and stared into John B’s umber eyes. “She’ll want feeding around eight and will probably take the whole bottle, and maybe again around ten before she goes to bed.”

“Okay,” John B nodded, taking in all of the quick=paced information that Indie was throwing towards him, “bottles at eight and ten. Got it.”

Indie continued once again, “I’ve laid some pyjamas out for you. Obviously change her diaper before you get her ready for bed, and don’t forget to put some cream on. She’s got a little rash.”

“I love the giraffes, but I don’t think those pyjamas are gonna fit me,” he responded jokingly.

“John B—” she snapped harshly, unamused by his playful comments, “—shut up. That’s my baby. And I’m leaving her with you. This isn’t a joke. I won’t hesitate to remove your head from your body if there’s so much as a hair out of place.”

“Alright, Mama Bear,” JJ teased light-heartedly as he snaked one of his toned muscular arms around Indie’s slender waistline — his thumb rubbing a soothing pattern against the thin material of her dress as he played the role of the mediator, “we talked about this. You can’t threaten the babysitters, otherwise they’re gonna give us a bad review on the apps.” With a light nudge, he pulled her dainty silhouette into the warmth of the side of his body and allowed her to nestle herself into his welcoming embrace. “She will be fine with your brother. If anyone’s going to take good care of her, it’s going to be him.”

Indie took a deep inhale, allowing the oxygen to fill her lungs to capacity before exhaling — letting the breath take all of her worries away alongside it. “You’re right. I know. It’s just…” she paused wistfully for a brief moment, “this is the first time. We’ve never left her alone before. She’s always been with one of us. I’m just— what if something happens? What if she needs us and we’re not here?”

“Babe, we’re twenty minutes away if anything happens. Fifteen if there aren’t any cops around. But we don’t need to worry about any of that because she’s going to be fine,” JJ reassured his dark-eyed fiancé, rubbing tender, cursive patterns against her protruding hipbone. He gave her an encouraging squeeze before continuing in his soft tone, “she’ll fall asleep after her bottle and won’t even know that we’re not here. I promise you. We won’t be long, just a couple of hours. That’s all.”

With another anxiety-ridding, deep breath, Indie conceded, “you’re right. We just need to rip the band aid off and get me out of here before I change my mind.”

“Mhmm,” JJ hummed softly in agreement, “say goodbye to little lady, then we’ll get out of here.”

Turning her head to face her content, little baby, she stared into the familiar, mahogany orbs with her own glazed-over doe eyes. She watched Tilly for a drawn-out moment, a sweet smile curling the very corners of her plump, lipstick-coated lips upwards into a proud smile as her daughter gazed back obliviously — sucking purposefully on the princess-themed pacifier. “Mama’s gonna miss you, baby girl,” she cooed with a dulcet tone as she nonchalantly reached over and tickled beneath her chin delicately with her forefinger, “but she won’t be long. You won’t even notice that me and Daddy are gone. And then when we get back, you’ll get big, big snuggles and lots and lots of kisses.” She placed a loving kiss against her warm forehead before reluctantly pulling herself from her fiancé’s comforting embrace. “Bye bye, baby. Mama loves you.”

JJ, however, was much less emotional in his farewell. Once again gently bouncing his chubby baby with a cheeky, upturned smile, he carefully handed her over into the welcoming arms of John B. He watched with a proud grin as she curled her tiny arms and legs up into a ball and nuzzled her head into the warmth of his brawny chest — still intently sucking on her favourite pacifier. With his ring-cladded finger pointed, he half-jested, “you better be on your best behaviour for Uncle John B, mini madam, or Daddy won’t be happy. This is his night with mama tonight.”

A low, grating laugh rippled through John B’s vocal cords as he rolled his darkened eyes, half in disgust and half in disbelief at his best friend’s brazenness. “That reminds me—” whilst supporting his niece with one, sturdy hand, he delved into the unzipped pocket of his dark-green, denim jacket with the other and retrieved a plastic-wrapped box before proceeding to launch it in JJ’s general direction, “—got you a present.”

His quick reflexes meant that JJ managed to catch the small, cardboard box in his cradle-shaped hands. He peered down instantly; his curiosity was piqued as he scrambled to turn the plastic-wrapped box the right way up. Immediately, he let out a loud, amused snort as he read the colourful label — extra small condoms. “Extra small?” he chuckled light-heartedly, shrugging the harmless joke off lackadaisically, “it’s scary how well you know me, man.”

“Just looking out for you,” John B continued to jest, “don’t want any more accidents— I mean babies, do we?”

“What would we do without you?” JJ teased, “we only managed six years before Tilly.”

Rolling her heavily made-up eyes, Indie sneered in response, “if you meant that, you would have bought him the name brand ones instead of the store brand ones, cheapskate.” With one swift motion, she snatched the small box from her fiancé’s hand and proceeded to send them flying back in the direction they had originated from. They only narrowly missed a smirking John B — landing with a small thud against the cream cushions of the chair.

“Hey, a rubber’s a rubber, kid. You’d know that if you actually used them.”

Indie sent her brother a glowering death stare, before forcefully grabbing JJ’s paw-like hand with her own and lacing their fingers together. “We’re leaving now.”

The shaggy-haired blonde merely let out another, entertained chuckle before saying with a serious tone of voice and pointed forefinger, “look after my baby.”

John B mirrored his actions with a taunting twinkle illuminating his otherwise darkened, amber eyes. “Don’t impregnate my sister.”

“No promises,” JJ laughed in response, a wide, mischievous grin painting itself across his freshly shaven features as he gave his life-long best friend one final, devilish glance as flood of excitement glazed over his cerulean eyes. He followed Indie’s lead, turning on the heals of his polished court shoes, and making his way out of the front door. His tattoo-covered arm slipped subconsciously around his cinnamon-haired siren’s waist — resting wickedly on the top of her concave waistline as they very tips of his fingers tickled against her exposed thigh.

“Have her home by ten, or else,” John B’s taunting, yet authoritative, tone bellowed from the doorway.

He was simply met with a very distinctive and evident, middle-fingered salute from JJ.

“What happened to the blue dress?” JJ questioned out of sheer curiosity as they descended down the wooden porch steps, “I thought we were going to match tonight?”

A heavy, slightly frustrated sigh left her gloss-glazed lips before she spoke with a deflated note to her voice, “I put it on, then my boobs started leaking and stained the front of the dress. So, this one it is. Not my first choice. It’s a little tight.” Her dainty shoulders were ever so subtly slumped as she carefully made her way towards the parked pick-up truck — taking cautious steps as not to off centre her balance; It was overtly evident that Indie wasn’t entirely comfortable with the long-lasting changes pregnancy had left her body with; her figure — whilst still slender — wasn’t quite the trim and toned physique that she had once had, her tanned skin was painted with stretch marks, and her boobs were ever so noticeably uneven from the breastfeeding.

Sensing her discomfort, the tousle-haired blonde gave her an encouraging nudge, “well, I like this dress better anyway. You look fucking amazing. Your tits look fine as fuck, and your ass? Fuck, I’m already hard and we’ve not even got to the restaurant yet.” His devilish fingers squeezed her rounded ass flirtatiously before casually opening the passenger side door.

Indie sent him an appreciative and thankful half-smile as she tentatively climbed up onto the leather seats of the cab. “Thanks,” she uttered quietly, not entirely convinced by his words.

“Anytime, pretty mama,” he chirped enthusiastically — slapping the exposed skin of the underside of her ass as she climbed into the cab.

Surprisingly for Indie, their romantic dinner in Figure Eight went surprisingly well; as the conversation began to drift from mundane work talk towards the prospects of their wedding plans — and coupled with the steady flow of updates John B has been sending throughout the evening, she felt at ease. She actually started to enjoy the evening, rather than feeling a constant, heavy weight of dread weighing down on her shoulders. It was, actually, rather refreshing to spend time with one another without a sniffling, koala-like baby stuck to their chests; it almost felt as though nothing had changed between them and Indie allowed herself to relish in that unique feeling. There was a sort of relief-like feeling that washed over her when those same, old sparks that they had once felt burning fervently between one another began to flare. There may have been an alcoholic helping hand but, nevertheless, they were most definitely there.

As she leant across the secluded, candle-lit table towards the opened bottle of red wine, she cocked her head ever so mischievously to the side. A slight grin upturned the corners of her crimson-painted lips as she traced the rim of her half-empty wine glass with the very tip of her forefinger in slow, seductive circles — the ecstasy-like heat of JJ’s dauntless fingertips tracing cursive patterns against the delicate skin of her inner thigh beneath the cover of the draped, ivory tablecloth igniting something deep and carnal within her; she felt a rush of desire flood throughout her once more, something which she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“And what’s wrong with wanting to get married in a church?” she questioned, peering upwards at her hazy-eyed fiancé through thick, dark eyelashes. Lackadaisically, she pressed her plump lips into a subtle pout and fluttered her false eyelashes in an almost angelic fashion. “I think it would be quite sweet. The little, stone church up by the lighthouse on Bodie Island would be perfect for a nice, intimate ceremony. Classy and traditional.”

A deep, sarcastic laugh echoed throughout their close proximity as an amused grin etched itself into his chiselled features. “There’s just one problem with that, my sweet girl—“ he leaned further into her, his wine-laced breath fanning against her pouting features, “—neither of us are religious. And I don’t think anybody’s going to buy into the whole virginal, traditional, white wedding when our daughter comes strutting down the aisle, throwing flowers at everyone. Do you?” Taking a quick swig of his refreshing, yet overpriced, beer, JJ continued, “and classy and traditional are two things we most definitely ain’t. Let’s be real here.”

“So—” Indie rolled her dark, smoky eyes before arching her neat brow questioningly, “—what do you want for our wedding?”

“Honestly, Ind, if it were up to me, I’d be happy with a quick backyard ceremony then getting drunk as fuck before we go off on honeymoon,” he spoke with a casualness to his tone as his dauntless fingers proceeded higher along her inner thigh.

“Fine,” Indie began, taking an indulgent sip of her expensive red wine, “I can compromise on the venue. I’ll give up my church venue wedding for something a little more lowkey, but we’re not having a backyard wedding. I’ve spent the better half of nearly seven years planning this out, Jesse James, I’m not doing things by half measures. I, at least, want a venue.”

JJ’s hazy, cerulean eyes watched her scarlet lips intently as she spoke — the desire to kiss them growing ever stronger; there was just something about discussing their impending nuptials that filled his stomach with a burning fire of emotions, and coupled with the romantic intimacy of the moment, all he wanted to do was show his beautiful fiancé exactly just how much he loved her. Of course — he knew as well as anyone — that he would give Indie whatever he could to make her happy on their special day, but he also appreciated that she cared enough to make him feel part of the extensive planning. The final decisions were most definitely down to the pair of them, but all it would take for JJ to agree was for it to bring that familiar, incandescent smile to his soon-to-be wife’s face.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded in understanding, a small yet content smile curling the very corners of his stubble-lined lips upwards as his gaze once again wandered to her luscious, plump lips, “anything for you.”

“There’s a couple of wedding fayres this month. One at Deux Croix and another at The High Tide Inn. I think we should go, even if it’s just to get some inspiration for what we want.”

“Sounds good to me,” he whispered softly — his beer-stained lips hovering just millimetres from her own. His breath was hot as it fanned against her crimson-painted lips and that same, old, electric spark ignited between them once more. JJ pressed his lips to hers in a tender and loving embrace, as the palm of his hand laid flat against the very top of her exposed thigh — the delicate pad of his thumb rubbing teasing circles against her skin.

The kiss was brief, but sweet as Indie pulled back ever so slightly. “You want me to shut up,” she sighed quietly, pressing her lipstick-coated lips into a thin line, slightly embarrassed that she had gotten so deep into the conversation regarding their wedding plans in that very moment, “am I being a bore talking about all this wedding stuff?” She couldn’t help herself; she was just so, unbelievably excited to marry the love of her life that she often got wrapped up in the wedding talk — discussing the tiniest of details.

“Not in the slightest,” JJ answered immediately — placing yet another adoration-filled kiss against her lips, his teeth gently nipping against the soft flesh of her bottom lip as he retreated subtly, “it gets me going. I love how excited you are about getting to plan our wedding.” The warm hand that he had placed atop her bare thigh tightened it’s grip as he leaned himself forwards, peppering affectionate kisses along her jawline. His deep voice was barely above a whisper as he continued to rasp, “Indie Routledge, you are the most amazing woman. You’re the most beautiful—” Kiss. “Loving.” Kiss. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. “Patient.” Kiss. “Funny.” Kiss. “—woman that I have ever met.” Kiss. “And the most amazing mother to our little girl.” Kiss. “I know the last six — eight — weeks have been difficult.” Kiss. “But I appreciate you.” Kiss. “And I sure as hell can’t wait to make you my wife.” His gentle lips found hers once more, kissing her with every ounce of emotion he could find within himself.

It was a sensuously slow kiss — after all, they were still seated in a quiet the corner of the terrace of the Italian restaurant. His ring-cladded fingers remained stroking back and forth motions against the sensitive skin of her upper, inner thigh. Her manicured fingertips tugged ever so lightly on the silver cross of his necklace, pulling him further into her proximity. A low growl of satisfaction erupted between them as his tongue began to explore her own — the very tips of his fingers grazing against the black, patterned lace that covered her folds.

It took them a pro-longed moment to realise just exactly where they were and eventually retreat back from their rapidly escalating embrace. JJ, with a grating cough, cleared his throat before suggesting, “why don’t we get the bill and take a walk along the beach?” A small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his thin lips as a playful twinkle illuminated his teal eyes. He then winked — as flirtatiously as ever — as his audacious fingertips traced slow and steady circles against her clit through her slightly dampened panties.

Indie nodded her head, a suggestive smile creeping across her blush-tinged features.

Not five minutes later, they had paid their outstanding bill and were stood at the very edge of the concrete parking lot — halted just before the ivory mounds of sand. JJ was stood casually, tattooed hands shoved into the depths of his tapered, skinny-shit black pants observing his brunette fiancé attentively. Indie, on the other hand, was discretely bent over — unfastening the long, lace-like straps of her black heels with one hand as the other reached upwards, gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulder for balance support.

“You good there, babe?” he questioned with a slight chuckle, as he nonchalantly pulled a hand from the depths of his pocket and gently tugged the hemline of her black, fitted dress back down over her rounded ass to cover her modesty.

Peering upwards through her dark, mascara-coated lashes, Indie sent him a reassuring smile — her dainty stature wobbling ever so slightly. Of course, this was the first occasion in which she had touched a drop of alcohol in almost a year, so her tolerance was at the lowest it had ever been. A melody of dulcet giggles harmonised with the distant sound of the calm waves breaking against the ivory sands as she straightened a posture. “I’m good,” she confirmed with a sweet tone of voice as she swiftly handed her unlaced heels over to her fiancé.

Of course, he dutifully took them — hooking his ring-cladded fingers through the doubled-up loops of the straps. He then slinked his burly arm around her waist and rested his eager fingertips atop her protruding hipbone. Allowing herself to nestle into the warmth of his body, she tucked herself beneath his arm as they stepped onto the warm sands. Her bare feet slipped ever so slightly beneath the unstable sands, but she managed to follow JJ’s lead down the quiet, desolate shoreline.

They walked close to the water, yet just out of it’s cool reach — wanting to remain dry. It was a beautiful night; the dark, onyx heavens above were sprinkled with glittering stars as a gentle, tepid breeze blew occasionally in cadence with the waves. The slow and steady tide crawled lackadaisically along the ivory sands as they continued down the scenic stretch, offering a hushed background noise. The luscious, green leaves swayed gently under the mellow wind, adding to the romantic atmosphere of the moment.

It wasn’t long before the loved-up pair reached a rather secluded cove, almost hidden away from the rest of the island by overgrown trees and bushes. It was a beautiful, unique spot; the shoreline was littered with shallow rock pools, and the placid waves were a glorious, crystal colour. Not to mention, it was oh so quiet and out of the way of the influx of tourists. Both Indie and JJ had found themselves in a rather intimate position, in the very middle of this secluded cove. JJ was sat atop the dry sand — his large, paw-like palms pressed into the ivory sand as they supported his weight. Indie, on the other hand, was perched atop his welcoming lap, knees dug into the sand as she straddled him.

It was JJ’s turn to peer upwards, a pleasant smile curling his stubble-lined lips upwards as he reached a hand upwards — lovingly tucking the stray wisps of her chestnut locks behind her ear. Indie truly looked so, exceptionally beautiful as the wavy ends of her hair fluttered lightly in the tepid wind; if there was one thing about Indie, it was that she hadn’t changed much in the nearly seven years since they had finally gotten together. She still had such a youthful glow to her golden complexion, and a mischievous glint occupying the amber speckles of her eyes. An innocently wicked smile was plastered wide across her doll-like features — and, in that very moment, he recognised the young, carefree wild child that he fell in love with all of them years ago. She may have grown older, matured into the amazing woman that he had every faith that she could be, but she hadn’t changed. She was, and will always be, his little Indie Routledge with the enticing eyes and devilish smile.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he complimented with a soft tone, tenderly combing his fingertips through her unkempt waves. The warm palm of his hand cupped her cheek in a loving hold as he carefully guided her face ever closer to his own — eventually pressing his thin lips to hers with a passionate kiss. He felt the endearing warmth of her dainty hands as they pressed against his rigid shoulders, her manicured nails scratching ever so lightly against the thin cotton of his patterned shirt. The tickling sensation sent invigorating pulses throughout his body, and his hardened length pressed uncomfortably against the fastened zipper of his pants.

The palms of his hands found their rightful place atop the curvatures of her voluptuous hips — his ring-cladded fingers gripping onto them ever so tightly and guiding them in a slow and salacious rhythm. A low, gravelly groan slipped from between his lips and into her open mouth, sending a rush of adrenaline throughout her dainty silhouette. Indie responded with a similar, throaty whine as she felt the familiar heat of desire burning between her sunkissed thighs. Her smudged, crimson lips pulled back ever so slightly as she let out yet another high-pitched, breathy moan, her curvaceous hips rolling effortlessly in synch with JJ’s and the sweetness of her breath teasing his eager tongue.

In one quick but sensual motion, he flipped the pair of them over so that his shirt-clad body was hovering over her slender silhouette. The palms of his hands imprinted deep within the soft mounds of sand either side of her shoulders as he easily supported his own hefty body weight — his thick erection pressing against her inner thigh as his silver cross necklace dangled over her perky chest and swayed towards her doll-like face. Everything in that very moment was hot, lustrous, and intense as his eager lips trailed sloppy kisses from the very edge of her wine-stained lips, down to the exposed cleavage of her breasts. His tongue licked, flicked, and sucked as he descended downwards — his pointed teeth nipping ever so gently out of excitement on occasion.

“JJ?” Indie’s timid voice rose above the hushed gentle waves. Her dark, mahogany eyes peered upwards over the peaks of her full breasts as she leant back against her elbows — her upper body lifted ever so slightly off the warm sand. She bit down on her lip, a very recognisable flurry of anxiousness surging through her; it could only be likened to losing her virginity all them many moons ago. She had placed such an importance on this night together, away from their daughter, and the expectation that they would finally get to have the crazy, mind-blowing sex that they were so used to had really begun to cloud the romance of the moment for her.

“Mhmm?” His authoritative fingertips gripped onto the tanned skin of her thighs roughly as he pried them apart — his freshly-trimmed stubble grazing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as he proceeded to trail hungry kisses along. His pearly teeth once again nipped tauntingly at the delicate skin — sending an invigorating rush of pleasure through her arched body. Her bare nipples hardened with each playful nick and brushed against the thin fabric of her dress, as a quiet gasp surpassed her swollen lips.

“Can you—” her voice was tentative and quiet, almost embarrassed, “—be gentle with me?” Her chestnut eyes abruptly avoided his gaze, diverting downwards to an insignificant mound of sand beside their entangled bodies. “It’s the first time since giving birth and… you know… I’m still kind of sensitive down there.”

Tenderly placing a finger beneath her chin, he forced her to look at him — his soft, indigo eyes peering directly into hers. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” JJ questioned sincerely. His tone was mellow and understanding — yet demanded an honest answer without placing any kind of expectation on her. He was calm and patient as he silently awaited an answer, his loving gaze remaining fixed upon his exquisite fiancé and her glimmering, umber eyes.

“Yes,” Indie responded assuredly, “I do. I want this. I just need you to be gentle with me. I don’t know how it’s going to feel, or whether I’m physically ready for it. Mentally and emotionally, fuck yeah. I’m so ready for this. I’ve missed being intimate with you, I’ve missed having sex with you so much. I’ve missed doing crazy shit like this with you. It’s just… I pushed a whole ass baby out of there. I had stitches. I know the doctor gave me the go ahead, but I’m just a little scared. I don’t know what’s normal in this situation.”

“Ind—” he placed an affectionate kiss against her velvet-like lips, “—there’s no expectations. If you want to do this — okay, great. We’ll do it. If you need me to be gentle, that’s okay too. I am more than capable of doing that. But I don’t want to do this if you’re not going to enjoy it or I’m going to hurt you. I don’t want you to do this just because you think I want to. I do want to — more than anything — but not if you aren’t ready for it. You’re in control of this.”

“I want to,” she whispered against his lips, pulling him into a tender embrace once more.

It was a sweetly passionate kiss with lustful undertones. JJ was very much gentle and affectionate with every touch, every delicate kiss, and every movement that had made. He was slow and steady, leisurely inching his fingertips along the plains of her thighs towards the hemline of her short dress — as not to apply any kind of pressure to her. He muttered sweet nothings and comforting words into their embrace as his fingers gently hooked themselves into the waistband of her patterned, lace thong and carefully guided it down the long lengths of her legs. Slipping the damp fabric off, he swiftly stuffed them into the deep pocket of his black, dress pants.

His masterful lips found her inner thighs once more and began to leave indulgent and appreciative kisses as he ascended towards her now unclothed heat. Spurred on by the low purrs pouring from between her smudged lips, he continued — his teasing tongue trailing a painstakingly slow stripe along the very edges of her folds. However, he couldn’t help himself; it was only a matter of seconds before the tip of his tongue found her clit. He began with gentle, leisurely motions, swirling clockwise against her most sensitive of nerves and gradually quickening his pace.

Breathy, lascivious whines trickled out from between her lips as her back arched ever so slightly — pressing her heated core ever further into his defined features. He lapped every inch of her sweet pussy up, ensuring to take his time as he took long and indulgent strokes of his tongue along her neglected folds and taunting her sopping entrance with the very tip before returning his focused attention back to her swollen clit. Once again, he licked, flicked and sucked against her most intimate of nerves as Indie proudly sang his praises with a lustrous melody of moans, her high-pitched tones filling the otherwise silence of the desolate cove. The anxiety-filled dread of their first time was merely nothing but a distant memory as her seductive hips took on a mind of their own — rolling steadily against his masterful tongue in a pleasureful rhythm.

Then, as the metaphorical rope that had leisurely tangled itself into one, big, ecstasy-filled knot in the depths of the very pit of her stomach pulled ever tighter — her body teetering on the edge of a breath-taking orgasm — everything stopped; the exhilarating warmth of his beer-stained breath against her cunt ceased, the indulgent, fast-paced swirling of his tongue against her swollen bundle of nerves halted, and the domineering hold the clammy palms of his hands had against her hickey-littered inner thighs as he pried them apart disappeared. In her half-lucid state, she peered downwards — a slightly frustrated expression contorting her sunkissed features. “Don’t stop,” she breathed out heavily, a subtle whine to her tone.

A low chuckle erupted from the very depths of the back of JJ’s throat, “easy, darlin’. I know you’re fucking gagging to get off, but if you’re gonna have an orgasm for the first time in months, then it’s gonna be around my fucking cock. Understand?” Unzipping is black, slim-fit dress pants and swiftly pushing them out the way, he revealed the thick hard-on that had been pressing against the rigid confines of his zipper for the majority of the night. “I’m a patient man—” he continued in his deep, rasping tone as he slipped his hand inside his boxers — stroking his length, “but fuck me. I’m cockteasing myself here. I wanna be inside you so fucking bad.”

“Then get inside me,” Indie demanded with a quick tongue — yearning oozing from each and every syllable that rolled off her salacious tongue.

A deep growl rumbled throughout his burly chest as his overcast, teal eyes rolled towards the very back of his head — his ring-cladded hand continuing to stroke rough lengths along his hardened dick. He allowed himself a moment of indulgence, the sound of her needy and demanding tone an evident turn on to him. Then, his eyes found hers once more and flooded with concern. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this, Ind?” JJ questioned, his gruff voice serious as he stared deep into her lust-laced orbs.

“I’m sure,” she confirmed with a significantly softer tone, before returning to her previous, brattish orders, “now fuck me, for fuck sake.” She held his gaze for a pro-long moment longer, before adding quickly, “but gently though.”

“As you wish, my sweet girl.”

Pushing his boxers down, he freed his rigid length before aligning the tip with her entrance. JJ hovered over her dainty silhouette — the cool metal of his silver cross necklace bouncing gently against her perky chest as his lips found hers once more. He kissed her softly, sweetly, and lovingly; it was a beautiful moment, bursting with complete and utter love for one another as he slowly pushed himself inside of her and kissed her passionately. Of course, he stayed true to his promise and remained gentle, thrusting himself in and out of her at a leisurely pace and carefully inching himself deeper inside. It was nothing more than tender and romantic as she allowed herself to relax under his comforting touch, allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

Soft, breathy moans spiled from between her crimson-painted lips and into his own mouth as they remained locked in their affectionate embrace. Her voluptuous hips rolled enthusiastically beneath him, synchronising with his steady thrusts. Indie truly felt amazing; she felt as though she was floating on air as the surges of adrenaline coursed through her veins — filling her with confidence. God, how she’d missed sex; the last several weeks of her pregnancy and the trauma her body had sustained during the birth had meant that sex was an unequivocal no-go, and that was something which both her and JJ weren’t quite accustomed to. As openly sexual individuals with a fervent flame between them, they had a particularly active sex life prior to the arrival of their daughter — especially during the hormone-filled period of Indie’s pregnancy. Going without sex for both Indie and JJ was a real struggle, especially when they both deeply craved that kind of close intimacy within their relationship.

JJ’s wandering hands trailing along the concaved sides of her body pulled her from her slight trance-like state. His appreciative touch spanned the very lengths of her new, “mom” silhouette — leaving not even so much as a millimetre unloved by his tender fingertips. As the pads of his thumbs brushed against her cloth-covered nipples, he mumbled meaningfully into their kiss, “you’re so fucking beautiful.” His dauntless hands proceeded to appreciate her full and perky breasts, massaging them ever so gently through the thin material of her skin-tight dress. “So fucking sexy…” JJ mumbled once more, his words slightly less coherent as he deepened their intimate kiss, still thrusting himself inside of her at a gentle rhythm.

His thoughtful gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Indie. “I love you,” she proclaimed with a half-moan half-whine as her manicured fingers combed gently through his sandy locks. Ever so subtly, she tugged on the very ends of his tousled waves, pulling a deep, grunting groan in response.

“I love you too,” he re-affirmed his love.

Then, after what had felt like an eternity of intimate love making beneath the silver streaks of moonlight, it all came to an end. A symphony of emphatic, high-pitched moans saw her coming undone beneath his toned and muscular frame — her walls pulsing around his painfully erect dick as she rode through her exhilarating climax. It spurred his own orgasm to erupt from the very depths of the pit of his stomach. His deep, pleasure-filled groans reached a similar volume to Indie’s ecstatic whines as he thrust himself ever so slightly harder into her pussy, shooting his hot, pearly load inside of her with each buck of his hips.

With a heavy, breathless grunt, he collapsed on top of her — his stubble-lined features falling into the crook of her neck. The sweet smell of her vanilla-scented perfume and the faint hints of red wine consumed his nostrils as he peppered loving, appreciative kisses along her the line of her neck.

Several moments of bliss passed before he eventually filled the comforting silence. “We should get back home…” JJ trailed off — his words disappearing in the delicate, little kisses he left along her sun-soaked skin, “—Tils’ is probably running John B rugged right now.”

“Mhmm,” Indie agreed with a quiet hum, allowing herself to relish under his tender lips, “she definitely is.”

[elareine]

If you could, can you please write JayTim or RoyTim (whichever one you want) trying to be romantic and woo Tim (maybe with some puns, I love puns), but Tim is a bit oblivious towards it, because the other is so cool, therefore they must be trying to make friends and be nice with him and nothing more. So when he does finally realize its an italicized "Oh" moment.

Hi lovely!! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this fill. I... ended up making it JayRoyTim, I hope that's okay? It just fit so well, but I can totally write something else with JayTim or RoyTim for you if you want :)

Also, it turned out to be about pick-up lines more than wooing, sorry. I might’ve gone overboard with googling the puns. It's long enough that I put it on ao3, too. What's your username on there? Then I'll gift it to you.

if you were a transformer (you’d be optimus fine)

“Well, here I am.”

Tim looks up, utterly confused. “I didn’t call for you, but… that’s… great?”

Roy waggles his eyebrows. It looks faintly disturbing. Redheads should maybe not do that. Or, actually, Tim revises mentally, thinking of literally every other redhead Dick ever dated—that’s just Roy. “What are your other two wishes?”

“Coffee and some silence to finish working this case?”

Roy looks weirdly deflated at that, but he does get him some coffee. Tim soon forgets about it.

—

(“How’d it go?”

“Does obliviousness run in the family?”

“Yes. Yes it does. Have you met Bruce?”

“…okay, fair. Your turn next.”)

—

“Jason? What’re you doing here?”

Sure, Jason and Roy have been spending a lot more time in Gotham lately. Something to do with a case, Tim assumes. Maybe even with the one that they worked on together in Star City five months ago?

Anyway. They’ve been around, is what Tim is saying. Not at the manor, but at Tim’s apartment and his workspace, cause apparently it’s not worth rebuilding their safe house after it went up in flames, and Bruce and Damian are too often at Dick’s place. He’s not exactly surprised to see either of them anymore. (Pleased, yes. But not surprised.) However, Tim has no fucking clue why Jason is currently grinning at him from the other side of the library desk.

At least Tim has the good sense to check his name tag before he gasps: “Jason?”

“Oh, hey, Tim.” Jason’s grinning. “Guess you figured out my new job, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tim shakes his head. “Color me surprised.” So this is what Jason’s spending his days doing. He’s gotta be shadowing someone, right? Tim’ll ask him tonight.

“I’ve always liked this place.” Jason’s gaze is far away for a moment. Tim badly wants to know what he’s remembering. Then the older man seems to come back to himself and gives Tim a weird—maybe angry?—look. “It’s a good thing I’m a librarian, too, cause I’m totally checking you out.”

“Alright, I can take a hint.” Tim grabs his book and demonstratively walks over to the self-service scanners. Really. How rude.

—

(“Are you telling me he managed to resist you in your cardigan?”

“Apparently.”

“Aww. C’mere, babe.”)

—

So Roy blows things up all the time. No, really, Tim now totally understands why Dick was so happy when he heard the duo is camping out at Tim’s place for a change. His older brother even gave Tim a thumbs-up, for God’s sake. He must’ve known.

Cause yeah, there’s at least one explosion every two days. Or Roy dropping something cause he’s too focused on what he’s thinking to remember what his hands are doing. Or something dropping on him. Jason seems used to it; he just catches whatever it is or laughs at Roy. Tim… is starting to learn to do the same, actually. Whatever Roy comes up with at that moment is usually worth it, and besides, he’s kinda adorable.

Aaaaaaanyway. (He’s using that word a lot in his own thoughts right now. Almost as if he’s avoiding thinking about something. Hmm.) Tim’s not surprised when Roy walks into a room, stumbles, and slaps a hand over his eyes with a dramatic exclamation.

Tim, in shorts and not much else cause he got drenched in pollen earlier, just raises an eyebrow. “Alright, Roy?”

“Nope.” Roy’s hand is still covering his face, but Tim can still see his grin underneath. “I’m gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”

“Roy. You have both of these things,” Tim explains slowly, wondering if Roy sustained a brain injury or accidentally dosed himself on something. “And why insurance?”

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

God. Sometimes Tim wonders about the original Titans and their socialization for the two dudes if this is how they think making friends works. Then again, Kori, Donna, and Dick probably appreciated constant compliments about their beauty. It all makes sense. Roy must be so used to it that he even uses those same methods when someone unexceptional like Tim is around.

He smiles gamely. “I’m looking forward to hearing that phone call. Must be almost as great as the time Bruce tried to convince his insurance company that Clark dropping on his car wasn’t an act of God because God is demonstrably not a Kryptonian. Neither was the giant ape punching Clark out.”

Roy drops his hand at that. “…Batman did what?”

—

(“You were doing so well, too.”

“I knoooow. How much more obvious can we get?”

“I dunno, but I intend to try.”)

—

“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!”

“Haha. No. Star Trek or die.” Tim’s answer is automatic. He’s had these discussions soooo many times with Kon before. Of course Jason also goes for the space cowboy soap opera.

Besides, Jason’s boyfriend is standing right next to him. He doesn’t mean to sound flirtatious with Tim. Or maybe he does, and it’s just good fun? Or maybe teasing him? Tim can’t figure it out, but he knows he doesn’t like the weird hollow feeling he gets in his stomach when he thinks about it, so he changes the topic.

And makes both of them sit down to watch some classic Captain Kirk, of course.

—

(“Should I be insulted by that pick up line?”

“Nah. There aren’t that many lines that imply a polycule, though.”

A kiss. “Alright.”)

—

One of the things Jason and Tim have in common is their predilection for motorbikes and fiddling around with them. Not that makes them unique in the batclan; Tim has never spent days quietly working side-by-side with Dick, though, the way he does with Jason. They started out with separate projects. Then Jason saw this vintage Ducati at an abandoned warehouse he was about to blow up and, well… Would be a shame, right? Tim just happens to have had one of these before—regrettably lost to one of Harley’s exploding baseball bats—so he offers his expertise.

It’s not because it means bending over the engine with Jason, closer than they ever are, their hands brushing when they hand each other instruments. It’s not.

Roy doesn’t join them. He’s too polite to say so, but he finds normal cars and bikes boring af. Doesn’t stop him from popping his head into the garage and whistling when he sees that they are shirtless and covered in grease. It’s a damn good look on Jason, so Tim can’t fault him for that.

Roy follows it up with a: “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you got fine written all over you.”

Tim can’t help it; he blushes at the suggestive tone. Those two never stop flirting with each other, do they? So far, he has managed to avoid stumbling over them while they’re making out (not that they’re making that easy—the kitchen? Really?), and he’d like to keep avoiding that, thank you very much. He’s already feeling guilty enough for his fantasies as it is.

“Uh. I should clean up,” he mumbles and flees.

—

(“Dammit.”

“…do you think that was a rejection?”

“Nah. He was definitely checking me out before you came and fucked it up.”

“That’s saying something if you noticed it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

—

So Tim has magically acquired cat ears and a very fluffy tail. Don’t ask. They’re gonna go away in eight hours, and until then, he’s gonna stay in the cave and work himself to distraction. Jason seems intent on keeping him company, though.

(It’s nice. Tim loves hanging out with Jason—that’s not the problem. The issue is that Tim is looking ridiculous, and Jason is being nice about it, and none of this is helping his stupid crush go away.)

They’re absently chatting about nothing until Jason says: “Kinda a pity you’re a cat, though.”

Tim looks up. Huh? Admittedly, he never pegged Jason as the type to go for catboys (though maybe… he did hang out with Kyle… perhaps it’s just that he definitely doesn’t go for Tims), but that’s still a weird pronouncement.

Jason is grinning. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He pauses. “Wait. Like even more than you already are. Uh.”

Tim sighs. Great. And now Jason is making fun of him again. “Whatever.”

—

(“A chicken?”

“Shut up. I panicked.” A sigh. “He was so cute with these ears.”

“…yeah, he was.”)

—

“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all night.”

“I’m not tired,” Tim says automatically. Why does everyone keep asking him that tonight? Surely the shadows under his eyes can’t be that bad? He used concealer!

Something in Roy’s expression softens. “Aww. C’mere.” He pats the space on the couch next to him, and when Tim sits down, Roy pulls him half of on top of him and into a hug. “Relax for a bit, little bird.”

Tim sinks into the embrace, boneless all of a sudden. Roy just has that effect on him. Tim vaguely remembers thinking of him as his oldest brother’s cool friend and then Jason’s cool boyfriend, kind of a fuckboy but clearly good for Jay.

Now? Now, Roy just makes him feel safe.

—

(“So you spent the night on the couch just so he could sleep in your arms?”

“Yeah. Totally worth it.”

“Duh.”

“I just wish we could do that with him every night. Bet he fits perfectly between us.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“We might have to up the ante or switch tactics.”)

—

They’re talking about their favorite books—Tim doesn’t read as much as Jason does, but they discovered a shared love of sci-fi weeks ago—when Tim says: “Actually, that book kinda reminds me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Overly dramatic but good.”

Jason makes an offended noise, and Tim grins.

“I’m not sure which part I should argue about first.” Jason pretends to think.

Tim is always down to tell Jason that fuck his self-perception—Jason is a good man, one of the best Tim knows; that also feels too revealing right now. Instead, he gets up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabs the first stack on the table, carrying them over to the shelves to replace the gaps. “What kind of book would I be?”

“Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”

“Annoying and no one reads it?” Tim asks without turning around, trying to ignore the babe. That’s. That’s gotta be a slip of the tongue, right? Force of habit from spending so much time with Roy?

“No, fine,” and the emphasis is clear this time. Jason continues before Tim can reply: “Though if we’re talking books…”

Tim whirls around. “Save it. You don’t have to make fun of me just because I—“He swallows down the words.

Jason looks alarmed. “Tim—“

As if he can smell trouble, Roy chooses that moment to enter the room. Tim has barely heard him approach, Jesus. He doesn’t want to have this argument in front of Roy, though, so he just stands there in the middle of the room. Jason, too, has stopped speaking.

Roy, of course, takes one look at the awkwardness and decides to make it worse. Or more confusing.

“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asks.

“As this isn’t Hansel and Gretel, no, I didn’t.” Tim checks his shirt, just in case this is an actual conversation opener and not just a weird attempt at a distraction. “Do I have soot on me?”

“Nope.” Roy shakes his head, and he’s smiling that smile again, the one Tim is startled to recognize, the one he thought is reserved only for Jason— “Because you’re hot.”

And finally, Tim gets it. “Me?”

“Yes, Tim.” Roy’s moving in closer. “You.”

There’s a soft touch to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim whirls around, expecting Jason to be mad, cause his boyfriend is—is hitting on Tim, right, that’s what’s happening, Jason can’t be happy—

Jason is smiling down at him. His hand is still resting on Tim’s shoulder, but it slides down to his collar bone, a gentle presence as he murmurs: “You’re so beautiful that you made forget my pick up line.”

Oh. Oh.

Tim says the first thing he can think of: “Are you a raisin?”

Jason starts grinning. “I’m not even gonna qualify that with an answer.”

Tim smiles back. “Cause you’re raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.”

And he gets one. And then another, and then Roy joins in, kissing Tim’s neck and then his mouth and—Yeah.

They’re too busy for any more pick up lines right now.

[harold-has-style]

Harry's House: First Impressions

First LISTEN: Out Loud, Second: with headphones

Music For A Sushi Restaurant: A GROOVE. Scoob-a-doop-bo-bob. This man is the scatman. Lizzo needs to get on a remix of this ASAP! Or at least cover it. This will be so amazing live. 80's bop! Love the horns or whatever too!

Late Night Talking: MAN IS IN LOVE. YA BOY IS WHIPPED. Things haven't been quite the same. A lot of change happening metaphorically on this album.

Grapejuice: A crooner. YOUUUUUU. Shakespeare who??? This album seems like a chill one you listen to....around the house....eh? eh? I'll see myself out. NAH fr, I would definitely listen this to study, gives me low-fi vibes. (Liked it better the second time with headphones)

As It Was: In the album order it hits like woah. New chapter like Zane said. Feels surreal and cool to sing along. Like feels sped up but it's just cause the track before was so calming.

Daylight: This album is much more electronic than acoustic fine line. But the rock of this? FIRE! Very unexpected and I love it! Someone doing coke??? V bad harry. bad one. If I was a blue bird? So cute!!! Reminds me of old 2000s coldplay as well. I'm guessing this is the cocaine album.

Little Freak: Jezebel? mE! I'm a whore. Ya welcome. I expected it to be more risque but it's actually so romantic and kinda cute. Lana Del Rey could sing this and it would be cool too. Just thinking about youuuuuuuu. Love the guitar.

Matilda: Family never showed me love? Yeah no shit. That's why I'm listening to your album at 2am. Dead inside? *that's so raven voice* Yep that's me. I do want to do it on my own, thanks harry! KEY CHANGE KING! This song really made me smile. On second round, it feels like an intimate hug from Harry.

Cinema: This is so cute. I'm guessing it's about Olivia, which I find adorable. Do you think I'm cool??? Aw, little Harry has to prove himself. Good. Damn this nigga screaming in the background. You okay??? You pop when we get intimate? if this is his way of bragging about making a woman come then so be it. But okay....

Daydreaming: As soon as I heard it, I loved it. INTRO IS AMAZING! Like the groove is soooo sick. Love me like you paid me? Sugar daddy. Also gives me a little bit of Stevie Wonder vibes. Can't wait to hear this live!!!

Keep Driving: Very cute and cinematic way of singing. This album feels very indie. Hash brown egg yolk I will always love you? CUTE!!!! Like I can see this music video and the camera cutting rapidly between these things. I love it. Puff pass? Edibles? Cocaine? Say no to drug kids. This man loves a good drugs sex and love theme and I love that for him. Choke her with a sea view??? Yes please daddy. I told y'all this man wasn't vanilla. My fave on the second hearing, it was the first song I liked on Spotify.

Satellite: There are a lot of questions in this song and in the album in general. I like that the beginning sounds a bit space like. Like dreampop. idk why this songs feels SAPPHIC! This is gonna be the summer song of the album. IYKYK. When he said I'm here idk why I teared up. I think this song is going to be the best live.

Boyfriends: I'm gonna need some wine and ice cream for this one. Very true. If I ever slip and get my heart broken by a man this song is going on repeat for months. SAY IT WITH ME: MEN ARE TRASH. I think this was the song playing in the trailer????

Love of My Life: Nevermind it was this song playing in the trailer? Baby you are the love of my life???? Sheesh. This man gonna marry that woman. Second hearing update: looked up the lyrics and he talked about a past love. Damn. Sorry bout that. At least you got some good bops out of the heartbreak. Second hearing: Harry loves a bop beat with devastating lyrics. Damn song. Like the sunnier yet just as sad sibling of Falling.

Final thoughts: I feel like Fine Line was more 70's groove and this was more 80's bop. But tbh I think this album is very groovy indeed. I think this album had more similar sounding songs (in a good way) and was more of a mesh of emotions rather than Fine Line which were like, in my opinion, very significant different emotions. Harry delivers again. TBH while Fine Line (the song and album) will have such a special place in my heart but I do like this one. JOB WELL DONE.

[akria23]

This episode was soooo good 😭

I ain’t even gonna get deep but it was so good and most of it fell in line with my take away post I did for episode 5 wherein I spoke about how the dialogue in that episode was heavy on White having the realization & acceptance that he wants Sean’s trust, he wants him to look at him as a partner as someone he can rely on (because so many times he’s been able to rely on Sean). But he was also aware of something brewing within Sean that wasn’t aligned to just being about the battle. Even though he doesn’t know his story with Tawi he has sensed that it was deeper than Tawi just being corrupt. Thus the whole bit about him being the fear while Sean is the courage - as I said before this dialogue spoke to aspect that White feels like he has to temper Sean so that doesn’t ‘go too far’. In this episode he again makes reference to that several times trying to get Sean to understand that of everyone is against him it won’t get him to the goal he desires. As he states plainly Sean, he wants Sean to get what he wants but he wants him to be able to come back from it.

And that’s the beauty of the conflict in this episode. White wasn’t aware of just how much Sean meant his words. He’s so locked on the goal and as he says he’s willing to die to achieve this goal. Over the last 2 episodes we see how true that is. He’s trainer harder than the rest, he’s anxious and secretive about the plan, he’s testing people (well one person) and then when we get to the mission he’s lied and is doing things they’d agreed not to do. He refuses to take precautions like gloves or the coat. He’s driven to the point of recklessness. It’s clear that he doesn’t care if he gets caught in the end as long as he achieves the goal whatever happens afterwards can happen in his opinion.

And then that anger to the point of violence that we get at the end of the episode. He’s livid because he’s put his trust into Black and feels that Black has intentionally fooled and let him down. He feels like he trusted White - and I say feel on purpose - in my last post I talked about how Sean is aware of that care that White has for him and I do mean care (not romantics) as we’ve seen him be taken aback a few times with White showing him care but regardless we also always see him consume that care and be aware of it on all levels. She when he called him for the test the fact that he used himself as bait was already interesting to be because for it to work to even get White there he had to care enough to come. So this test was very specific in what it was supposed to achieve. Because Sean is aware that White cares and like he tells him in the bed room while drunk - he doesn’t want to exile him from the mission he just wants Black to be the Black he used to be. He wants him to not care for this time, he wants him to be the driven one track minded anything for the goal sort that he used to be and that Sean is about to be for this mission. He wanted the Black who was gonna make sure the goal got done even if he couldn’t because THIS mission is that important to him.

However he decided to trust Black (white) with the most important role because of that care. Because he was trusting him to not go back on his promise. And there resides the beauty of the conflict at the end - Sean feelings of betrayal os clashing with Whites sacrifice of trying to get him the exact thing he needed instead of what he wanted. As Sean attacks White we the audience have to come to a realization that Sean didn’t have enough trust in White and White feels that he may have had just a bit too much in Sean. Such an intense moment - I can’t even talk about it right now…I’m sure we’ll get to see a groveling Sean soon enough once things take a turn but for right now they decided to leave us in agony with White. The ending having me 😭

[jojoboisimagines]

Snippets Ch.4 : Johnny and Josuke (4) with the Same Crush (3)

Previous Chapter

A set of multiple drabbles/oneshots combining characters (i.e Jojos) from multiple parts and AUs.

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"That guy...do you think--" Josuke started.

"That's their boyfriend? No idea." Johnny quickly answered, trying to play it off as if he didn't care.

It was quite the opposite. He may have cared too much.

To say Johnny was jealous was an understatement. But it seemed like Josuke was feeling some of the heat too, seeing you hanging out with some guy and proceeding to talk about him with Josuke when the two of you went to lunch the other day.

Josuke was still in the dark about Johnny’s own crush on you, which was a relief for the jockey, but it was hell for him, having to be afraid of either guy winning you over first.

He just needed to muster up the courage to talk to you again, but it was a lot more difficult than he thought it’d be. You two always seemed to be busy when the other wasn’t. Of course he still had Gyro (and occasionally Josuke and Hot Pants) to keep him company, but he missed you.

The little spat the cousins had was forgotten for a while. They didn’t exactly apologize to each other, but just starting to talk normally again was enough sign there was no hard feelings. The younger teen was still very confused about Johnny’s intentions that day.

‘ Was he trying to be a good role model or was he just mad I was leaving him at home?’ he thought. It didn’t really matter to him anymore, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about what Johnny must’ve been thinking, and if he still did feel that way.

They sat at a small table on the far side of the kitchen. Josuke, looking rather bored, held his head on his palm, while Johnny was playing on their shared Switch. Or at least, was pretending to be after Josuke brought up the subject.

“Hey, can I ask you an honest question?” The Japanese teen breaks the icy silence once again.

Johnny merely raises an eyebrow with a low ‘hm’ that was barely audible. His heart silently raced thinking of what the boy sitting across from him had on his mind to ask.

“(y/n)...how long have you known them?” 

A simple enough question to start off with, Josuke thought. Yet Johnny’s lips still pursed.

“Uh...about half a year now. We got really close in that time I’d say.” That last part wasn’t even to get a rise out of Josuke, he just genuinely thought so. He really cared about you, romantically or not.

Meanwhile, Josuke had only known you for the duration of the summer, which was about to end in a couple of weeks. Perhaps if he’d beg Johnny to let him stay he’d have more time to bond with you, but there was also the issue of him feeling homesick from time to time.

God, if he could take you back to Morioh with him..it’d be like a dream come true.

They both had quickly forgotten about whatever guy Josuke was referring to earlier, mixed up in their own thoughts about their relationship with you. Besides, he had only ever seen the guy once, there was no way you’d switch up on him that quickly.

He had no dates or anything planned with you like he usually does, though. Not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he just felt as if he was coming off as a little...clingy.

Higashikata had been trying to drop hints that he liked you, such as buying you things, having heart-to-heart conversations as he’d walk you home, calling you pet names, and ending his goodnight texts with a little heart emoji. He considered himself a romantic, but when it came to your reactions, you kinda brushed them off platonically. Perhaps you’d never been flirted with before?

His texts were still frequent, making sure you were having a good day and all, but he figured maybe he should start being a little more risky..

“What do you like about (y/n) anyways?” Johnny asked.

There was a pause for a couple of seconds, before Josuke scooted back in his chair and got up from the table, intending to retreat to his room for a couple of hours.

“The same things you do, probably.”

.::.

“Ow! Gyro, what the hell was that for?!”

“Because, idiota, you need to confess already.” He hovers over Johnny like a judgmental parent.

Josuke had left the house to get some groceries, and in that time, the jockey called Gyro over. Not for advice specifically, but that's what it had eventually turned into. Sitting on the floor of Johnny’s room (where it was painfully easy to find porn magazines, Gyro won’t let that go as long as the two of them live).

“Like seriously, this is getting embarrassing to watch, just do it already.” The Italian pointed a finger at his friend. “Sooner or later you’re gonna do the thing where you get the girl drunk and then sleep with her regardless of feelings.”

“Ugh, I’m not like that anymore Gyro!” Johnny folds his arms with a pout his friend knows all too well at this point. “I’ve never committed to anyone before, so of course this is a little more awkward for me than it is for anyone else, you know this!” 

Indeed he did know. It was somehow one of the things they always ended up talking about.

“Listen, I know how this is gonna end. Its gonna end with you in this same room, bunched up in several blankets, listening to Fleetwood Mac on repeat with 3 pizza boxes to make yourself feel better.”

The American scoffs.

Gyro sits upright on his bed. “I’m right. Look, this gal means a lot to you, I know. I’ve seen it. You’ve never stared at someone with such a…not hateful look in your eye.” It was half a joke, half truth. “And I don't wanna see you sad, so you’re just gonna have to pull yourself up, grow some steel balls, and ask them out. For real. For both of our sakes at this point.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Wow, Gyro wants me to be with a girl? Pigs must be flying.”

“You are so not funny.” The Italian’s teeth flashes for a moment as he scowls.

“Alright, since you’re such a casanova, why don’t you tell me what to say to them?” At this rate, there was really no other choice for Joestar to take. He could ask Hot Pants, but knew she would give him similar advice.

“Nyo-ho! I’ll show ya! All you gotta do is gimme your phone.”

As soon as the word ‘gimme’ was uttered, the jockey clutched his phone as if it was a baby. The last few times he lended his friend his phone, it didn’t go so well.

Gyro would’ve snorted if he wasn’t serious about this.

“Come onnn! It--”

“Won’t go like the last three times, right? Fat chance.”

“Just hurry and hand it over before I tackle you!”

The larger man did that far too much already, much to Johnny’s dismay. Once Gyro had him in a headlock, there was no getting out of it. He defeatedly raised his phone up to the man for him to take.

“If you ruin anything, I’m doing the same thing to you, AND taking your damn horse.” The Italian waved him off as if he was merely an angry toddler. As he typed, Johnny tried to peer over and see, but his friend was too adamant on turning side to side so he couldn’t. The expressions Gyro was making wasn’t a good sign either. First confused, then mischievous, then looking a little too proud of himself. The jockey’s hands could start sweating at any moment from the sheer anxiety this was giving him.

“Aaaaaand done! There we go, all set!”

Johnny reached for his phone as soon as the words left his mouth, unapologetically in a snatching manner to immediately read the text sent.

::‘Hey This is Johnny darling. Hope your day has been as beautiful as your smile. I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow by 12pm. I have something very important to tell you. See you soon xoxo.’::

Alright, so it wasn’t as bad as he thought itd be (not nearly as bad as the time Gyro dared him to send a ‘send nudes’ text to you) but god, it would look suspiciously out of character for you to see. He can’t even remember the last time he typed ‘darling’ instead of ‘darlin’ and actually bothered to punctuate his texts. And who even used ‘xoxo’ anymore?

His friend looked at him with a big grin, waiting for his reaction. A slightly more pure smile than if he were waiting for Johnny to get a joke.

“Soooo what do you think? You gotta pick some nice clothes out for your date.”

The shorter man sighs.

“Its...passable.”

.::.

 Josuke got home a little later than he expected. He was surprised to see there was still Prince CDs in stock at the store. Thats one of the perks of coming to America, he guessed. He was more than ready to put them into one of Johnny’s old CD players he had found. It was already hard for him to listen to pretty much anything without thinking of you. At least if it was Prince specifically, it would help him feel better and he could jam out to it.

Finally finding the track he wanted, he grinned, letting the music play out loud and hopping on his bed. It was a good few minutes before he had started getting that feeling in his gut again.

..Crap, this wasn’t helping either.

The teen felt that he couldn’t endure this much longer. Love was something he took very seriously and to be so unsure about your relationship just made him feel funny. He had to at least know for sure if the both of you were on the same page. Josuke was sick of being so anxious about it.

Josuke laid down flat on his back, pulling his phone out.

“You know what? I’m gonna ask them out.”