#that’d be embarassing

[lukeskylovr]

roman empire this roman empire that YEAH well MY roman empire is the friend i’ve just realised i have a crush on except i’m not sure if it’s a crush because i’ve never had one before!!

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Now I’m missing cumming again. Quick someone tell me something to make me not want to go jerk off and lose my no cum streak.

[riverflowsanywherebuthere]

Now that we know Erik plays baldurs gate 3 i lowkey wanna see lasko or asher play it maybe even guy

[eggwishing]

HEY EVERYONE!! My buddy J-bug made this video and I got to help out by doing the final illustrations!! Please watch it!! (so i’m not the only one bawling my eyes out, because that’d be mad embarassing……)

[troutfur]

Oh I ended up missing the first window! The preference for female characters has made me realize how the (permanent) members of Thunderclan's Augur den in Augur!Frostfour AU is a no boys zone between Frostflower, Yellowfang, Brightheart and Cinderstream LOL. Moth Flight must be rooting for them somewhere in Starclan.

So the prompt: A light-hearted scene where Brightpaw tells her mom Cloudpaw will be her future husband. Frostflower's frustrated while Brightpaw is in her rebellious 'no one understands me MOM' phase. Set pre-dog attack.

Hope that fits the bill as a recursive AU of To Aaron and his sons! I've also been trying to put together a prompt for the Tanistry AU but canon WC leadership is so male dominated this guy is struggling.

Hi, hi, hi! Glad to see you back!

Oooh, I love this. This is gonna be good. I don't have much prologue today so let's jump right in!

(I still very much am in need of prompts, so if you wanna help me get to November 30th, read my guidelines and give me one.)

“Brightpaw,” Frostflower said with a heavy sigh as she turned away from the piles Cinderpaw and her had been hunched over sorting and towards her other daughter.

Time had seemed oportune to discuss her daughters’ future when during the middle of an herb sorting session Brightpaw had come in complaining about sore pads. With Thornpaw and Brackenpaw taking care of ThunderClan’s foreign relations and a deputy old enough to have been Cinderpaw’s mentor, the rare opportunity had been presented for them to take a tom as a mate just because they fancied them. But having heard the name that’d just come out of her warrior apprentice daughter’s mouth she was now more than ever understanding why matriarchs and patriarchs often had to be the ones arranging the matches.

“I urge you to reconsider,” she continued. “I really want to believe you can be trusted with the priviledge to choose your own mate instead of leaving me to arrange it for you. It would be a shame that you let this opportunity go to waste due to a fleeting attraction to a troublemaker.”

“It’s not like that,” Brightpaw insisted. “Cloudpaw is not just a troublemaker. What’s your problem with him anyway? Weren’t you on Fireheart’s side when he brought him into the Clan?”

“That was before he gave me a reason to regret it,” she replied. “He’s rude, barely shows the bare minimum of piety, speaks out of turn all the time, he even betrayed the Clan once already! I really would think that whatever you find charming of him would be greatly eclipsed. He’s not even got an attractive pelt for you to be so set on him.”

“He came back to us,” Brightheart countered. “He’s hard working, he’s talented, he’s brave, and the deputy’s son. So what if he is not afraid to speak his mind? If you listened to him you’d know he’s right sometimes. And with an attitude like that he would make a great deputy to Firestar.”

“There is such a thing as impertinence, Brightpaw,” Frostflower said. “And from the looks of it, it’s rubbing off on you. For all their virtues Fireheart and Cloudpaw share this flaw. And it’d be a shame for you to embarass our great lineage by emulating that kind of kittypet behavior.”

“Why do you have to be so hard on them all the time?” Brightpaw said. “Don’t you see how much work Fireheart puts into running the Clan? He’s more of a leader than Bluestar at this point!”

Frostflower looked down at Cinderpaw’s twisted leg. Although her anger with Fireheart had mostly subsided it was still hard to accept how quickly her trust in him had resulted in this. Cinderpaw gave a glare at her mother as she caught her staring. Ever since that argument moons ago that even Bluestar had to get involved in she really couldn’t voice her thoughts on the situation without her daughter turning defensive of her former mentor.

“I need to be a harsh critic of them if they’re going to overcome their natural tendencies and become great ThunderClan warriors,” Frostflower settled on as her response. “I’m not asking that you stop being Cloudpaw’s friend or that you stop being fond of him. Only StarClan knows when Bluestar will allow you and your sister to swap positions again so you will likely end up being denmates for a while longer. I just ask you to consider your choice of mate better.”

“Cloudpaw is my choice,” Brightpaw insisted.

“Why don’t you try and get closer to Ashpaw instead?” she suggested. “I know he can be a little reserved and quiet but surely that just means he’d be more amenable to listening to you. Don’t you think that would be a better quality to look in the father of the next generation of patricians?”

“If you’re not going to listen to me I’m leaving,” Brightpaw declared as she turned around back into camp.

Frostflower gave a deep and prolonged sigh before turning towards Cinderpaw. It was a cold comfort, but at least with Brightpaw set on taking Cloudpaw as a mate she was sure her other daughter could not pick anyone worse. And with the tense atmosphere in the air still hanging between them they set out to continue their work.

[kodifected]

UGH THIS IS SO EMBARASSING

im a teenager and like I want a pacifier cuz I feel like having something to suck on will really help relieve anxiety and give me joy and positive sensory..

but I don’t want my family/friends/classmates thinking that I indulge in any related kinks or whatever cuz I don’t.. having a paci will just help me massively cope in general, especially since I am a teenager

I’m sure if I explained that I might get one to help with sensory stuff my mum would be fine with it but the thought of telling her is so embarrassing

I’d also make it into a necklace cuz like that’d be cool

but like im looking on Etsy for one and like im willing to spend up to £20 on one but like How Would I Hide It..

help.

edit:

I found a listing on Etsy that had one for £14 including shipping, and it comes with a box I can hide it in too!! yay!

i will consider buying it soon.

[lleilafvx]

⋆˙⟡♡ A Certain Banquet

“i heard you needed a date?” (pt.1)

(OC) Jane Flores x Garreth Weasley (7th Years)

trope: best friends to lovers

the rest of the kids are fifth years, the only two are Jane and Garreth who are in their 7th. [NOT PROOFREAD]

“No! I already told you, I forbid myself to speak to Garreth about this,” Jane exclaimed. Her other best friend, Leila, had different plans about the situation.

Since the infamous Yule Ball was approaching next week, she figured her best friend would need some help in finding a partner for the dance. Jane had one, and only one, particular man in mind. Garreth Weasley, whom she fancied for.. Merlin knows how long.

The two girls sat inside their common room discussing what they should wear, planning on taking a view trips to Hogsmeade for a few dresses and hair styling. “So, when are you asking Garreth Weasley to the ball with you?” Leila asked. Jane flushed at the image of whom she admired for so long pop up into her mind, “I.. I dont really know, you know, like what if he doesn’t even want to be partners with me? You know how embarrassing that’d be?” Emphasizing the word “embarassing,” Jane stood up to pile her work together before neatly placing them inside her book bag.

Leila made a smug look on her face while crossing her arms at the same time, shifting to her direction, “are you being serious right now?” Jane sighed, knowing her best friend wouldn’t let the idea of it go, “I mean, we’ll see alright?” Leila uncrossed her arms, standing up as well to pack her things before heading off to charms class.

They both walked downstairs to the corridors, where they met their other friends from different houses, especially poppy sweeting, their brightest friend of all, but thats why she’s a Hufflepuff. Poppy glanced in their direction, eyes lighting up as soon as she saw the two girls walking together. She held out an arm, waving, “hello girls! You’re finally out your common room for once,” she said. The two girls waved back smiling at her little joke, “hello poppy, where are the boys at?” Jane asked, deeply expecting to see Garreth. They discussed about how the boys were trying to find dates during their free period, as heart breaking as it was to hear that news, Jane brushed off the idea of Garreth asking another girl to the ball. “Oh, sounds like boy stuff honestly,” Jane said.

Natsai, gryffindors strongest gal, had popped up behind Leila hoping to invest in their conversation with them as well. “What are you gals talking about?” Natsai asked, the three girls turned around to face her. Leila sighed, “we’re talking about dates to the ball, got any idea who you’re going with, Nat?” Natsai shook her head slowly, trying to think if she does but just forgot. “No.. I don’t think I do, have you all gotten one?”

Poppy shook her head no, Jane looked away for a quick moment before answering. “I have a person in mind, but it’s a bit risky to ask,” she muttered.

“She likes Garreth Weasley.”

Jane opened her eyes slightly as she watched her best friend answer for her, hitting her in the back of the head following with a little “ow” from her.

Poppy and Natsai both gasped before answering at the same time, “YOU LIKE GARRETH WEASLEY?”

Jane rushed to shush them up in a hurry, afraid someone around them might hear and spread rumors.

The two girls looked at her in shock but with excitement. Jane groaned and replied back, “yes, I do, but let’s not say anything okay?” The two girls smiled n nodded their heads, Poppy was the one to ask first, “so, what specific thing about Weasley interests you?”

“I think.. I know, It’s definitely his hair and funny charms. His curly, ginger hair is everything to me, ugh although it is cringy to say,” Jane replied, squinting and scrunching her nose as the cringiness within that message. Natsai replied with an “aww” before they all discussed more about Garreth Weasley, specifically Jane.

Leila was occupied in talking with her Slytherin friend, Imelda Reyes. “Soo, shes got eyes on Weasley huh?” Reyes implied, she smirked and crossed her arms before getting a reply out of Leila.

“Seems so, why?” She asked, as if Imelda had something peculiar up her sleeve. Imelda signaled her to come closer, indicating to her that she has something to whisper inside her ear. Leila followed, as she was astound by the words she heard from Imelda, her expression showed emotions of excitement, shock, and many more positive faces.

It was now time for Potions class, Jane decided to meet up with Leila this time for class, why? She has no clue. Maybe shes just utterly terrified of seeing her crush when she walks in.

The girly like voice screaming, “i’m here!” Right across the hallway threw off her emotional wreckage. She turned around to look at the fifth year infront of her annoyingly, “why are you always so late to your classes,” she asked. Until she looked behind the girl, noticing a boy dressed in his Slytherin attire.

Leila rubbed the back of her head, nervously chuckling. “My my, are you not happy to see me at all Jane?” Sebastian inquired, chuckling away at his joke. Jane rolled her eyes before stepping through the door to class, hoping that he would catch her attention instead of a certain Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Leila and Sebastian followed up after her, “perhaps she is not,” He said, laughing his way off to his seat with Leila.

“Well look who we have here, if it isn’t Mrs. Flores!” The certain redhead giggled, Jane sat down in the seat next to him like always, she looked up at him in confusion, “Mrs?”

Weasley grinned, “Isn’t it obvious? Of course we’re to be betrothed sooner or later,” he said, jokingly, as he nudged her in the shoulder repeatedly. Jane followed up with a chuckle as she was always use to his flirtatious jokes, though, something seemed odd about this one.

Professor Sharp entered the room after a good 5 minutes, as he was always late to his classes. This time, Garreth tried brewing a thunder-brew potion once more, although the last time that happened it was something.. pretty unexpected.

Jane couldn’t help but admire the peaceful tension between the two, but at the same time wondered if something was wrong. She usually knows him as the talkative, cheerful redheaded Gryffindor, he certainly did not seem like one today. Garreth seemed a bit too quiet today, as if he had something bothering him on his mind, she couldn’t help but to worry. Though, as she was about to ask him a question, he beat her to it first.

“Hey, Jane,” He spoke, looking up at her while waiting for his potion to brew. She replied with a “hmm?” Still looking down at her cauldron.

“I heard from people that you were looking for a date to the Yule Ball next week.” He mumbled, Jane gasped a little before giving herself some time to answer. The feeling of his words tied knots in her stomach, a bit scared of the outcome if she were to say either or.

She looked up at him from her cauldron, now making complete eye contact. “Yes, why do you ask Garreth,” she stated.

He coughed a bit to clear up his throat, “I just thought you’d, you know, would care to go with someone like me?” He suggested, heavy on the “me” part. Jane could feel her blood rushing up to her cheeks as they flowed with a pretty red color, that was clearly obvious to his eyes as he chuckled.

“What do you mean, someone like you?” She asked, trying to get more words out of him before answering with her whole heart. In which, it worked like a charm.

“Listen, I dont care wether you fancy someone else or not, but as this moment is very important to me, I only forbid myself to take you.”

Garreth was rambling on about his feelings, “I only want to go with you, no other woman peeks my interest as much as you do.” He added.

She felt no longer knots in her stomach, but indeed, butterflies. Jane was a little too shocked to answer, filled with joy but certainly too surprised. She has been dreaming of this moment ever since the fifth year of when they met in Hogsmeade, as he offered in buying a butterbeer for her and taking her on a tour throughout the school. Something romantic about him sparked her that day, a day she’ll never forget.

She swallowed a bit of saliva that was forming inside her mouth from keeping it shut for too long, it took her some time to speak as Garreth was getting a bit worried. Doubting himself and thinking he was right to not ask you out to the Ball.

Jane smiled, grabbing both his hands before answering, “I would love it if you were also the one who’d take me to the ball, Garreth.”

The face that was filled with doubt and sorrow instantly lit up as he heard the words he wished and needed. He squeezed both her hands in joy, “REALLY? YOU’D REALLY GO WITH ME?” He happily questioned, needing a bit of reassurance and affirmation before bursting into happy tears.

“Really! Or perhaps I should take back my answer instead.. hmm?” Jane replied jokingly, giggling a bit as well before admiring the redhead’s expression to her words. He jumped delightfully before opening his arms and going in for a warm hug.

Jane was a bit surprised, but not that she was complaining. The hug was indeed warm, full of joy, care, satisfaction, but mostly, she enjoyed it due to the boy whom she had fancied for about 2 years, had her wrapped around his little finger.

[jamtoasties3316]

Max would hate the clit clamp, not just because it makes him sore, but also because he’s so sensitive that when jos tugs on it before he gets sore it makes him squirt, and since most of the time he doesn’t wear panties, he’s got slick running down his legs! sometimes daddy uses it to fuck between his thighs . and since jos knows how much max dislikes it he uses it most often.

when max starts pumping his tits regularly they don’t only grow bigger, they start letting out drops of milk from time to time, and max is stunned! he didn’t expect he would start lactating so soon, but jos says that his body knows it’s ready for a pup and he should be getting mated and pregnant very soon

And yes he’s so horny almost all the time, he knows it will probably stop a bit with time but it doesn’t seem to so far!! his pussy is constantly slicked up, puffy and open, always ready to take alpha cock, and he feels so empty all the time, it’s like his body just wants a knot inside him non-stop! in a way he’s glad daddy fucks him because otherwise he’d have to beg random alphas for it, and that’d be humiliating! he’s really useless, house chores are the only thing besides getting fucked that he can focus on

Oh jos would love to use the clit clamp on Max just because Max hates it! It makes max's clit so puffy ans pretty too and jos likes seeing.how embarassed max gets squirting from the oressure, such a slut.

Max would be shocked when the pumping makes him lactate. Maybe it happens when Jos is fucking him while Max is pumping and they both see the little bit of milk dribble out. Jos pants Max's body just wants to be knocked up so bad!

And yess max starting to be grateful his daddy is fucking him because he desperately needs it, his pussy is so puffy and empty without a knot and he doesn't want to just bend over for random Alphas, he prefers his daddy's rough fucks then!

[breadfacednerd]

if its emo poetry can you have karkat do it instead

Karkat would not write about being in the bog. I’m so sorry. Would love to illustrate this it’d be funny but I’d get so embarassed. The only way I could illustrate my bog poem is if I just illustrated it normally. But that’d take a long time and also my long comics don’t get many notes

[chifelcake]

the more i post the more it concerns me that like what if oak had tumblr and sees what im pssting like bro that’d actually be so embarassing i needa stop doing thag IM SO SCARED OF THIS LIKE ACTUALLY TERRIFIED

BECAYSE LIN APPARENTLY HAS A SECRET TIKTOK ACOUNT AND A LOT OF THE CAST IS OLDER SO LIKZ THEY PROBABLY KNOW TU MBLR AND WHAT IF OEN DAY THZYRE SCROLLING THEOUGH GOOGLE RESULTS OF THEMSELF AND SEE TUMBLR POSTS OH LY GOD ID BE SO ASHAMED IVE BEEN SO SCARED OF THIS

[hyypnotix-writes]

IT'S KIND OF CATCHY. THEY PLAYED A LOT OF 2000S MUSIC AT THE WC ACTUALLY. AND MY FAMILY WAS FILMED BECAUSE WE HAD TO CHEER WHEN THIS LADY SAID 'NETHERLANDS FANS' AND IT WAS SOOOO EMBARASSING

😂😂 did you get on the telly tho? that’d be pretty cool!

[awalkingkrises]

I'm finally back with another SCP scene!

Ajax held her side and grimaced as she stood up to grab some paperwork off a higher shelf in her office. She was unable to find the one she was looking for in that shelf, and took a moment to rest her arm. She was out of breath from just that, and she couldn’t help but let a slight groan escape her as she breathed. “Can’t I get a break…” After she had caught her breath, she reached up again and resumed the painful endeavor.

While she was doing this, the door to her office opened, and familiar footsteps approached. Ajax knew exactly what was about to happen, but it still took her by surprise when Simon, her assistant, reached up to grab the file she had been trying to find, and handed it to her with a smug look on his face.

Ajax narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow, smacking Simon on the arm with the folder he had just handed her before setting it down on her desk.

Simon chuckled before stepping around to the other side of her desk and resting his elbows on the upper part and staring down at what Ajax was working on. He stared at her face, observing her glaring expression as she stared down at the folder, pen in hand. “How are you doing?” He asked softly.

Before setting her pen down, Ajax sent a quick, cold glance up at Simon. Only a moment later, though, she looked back at him apologetically. “I apologize, Simon. Since SCP-096, I have been so behind on work, and I’m not healing as quick as I normally do, so I’m concerned about that and everything happening with the group of children I need to look into, it’s just—” Ajax cut herself off with a sigh, and bent her head down.

“Hey, Ajax…” Simon murmured comfortingly as he came around the other side of the desk and put his hand on Ajax’s back. “You’re doing incredible. You work so hard for the Foundation.”

“Thank you…” Ajax muttered.

“You must be tired. How long have you been working for today?” Simon asked.

Ajax sat up and looked at the clock, and then calendar, before nervously chuckling. “Hah, ummm—”

Simon pursed his lips in frustration. “Ajax, come on, you can’t just work nonstop, that’s not going to go well for you.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like I can die or anything!” Ajax laughed nervously at her own joke.

Simon rolled his eyes, and then thought for a moment while he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, umm, how about this. Would you want to go on a date with me?”

Ajax nearly snapped her pen in half. “W-what?”

“It’s alright if you’d rather not, I just wondered if it’d be a good chance for you to take a break.” Simon shifted nervously as he waited for Ajax to say something.

“I- uh- what? I mean,” Ajax’s ears turned red as she tried to think of a response quickly, and without spending to much time embarassing herself. “I would quite like that, Simon.”

“Really?!” Simon perked up significantly at her agreement. “Great, I’ll give you some time to get ready, meet me outside the building at let’s say, uhhh, how about six thirty?”

Ajax smiled and nodded to Simon as he left, but quickly she buried her face in her hands, and her ears turned even redder than before. “What the hell just happened? Why did I get so stupid?!”

“You? Stupid?” the door opened and in walked Ajax’s close friend, Jaden. “You’d sooner die than admit that, Ajax. Although, I suppose out of anyone, you’re worthy of calling yourself smart. Do tell me, why did Simon just leave in a bumbling mess, and why are you also a bumbling mess?”

Ajax sent an icy glare at her friend.

“Goodness, what, did you kiss or something?” Jaden said with a playful rolling of her eyes.

“WHAT?! God no, Jaden, shut up please.” Ajax muttered. “He just, asked me to go- on a, well, a date… with him…”

Jaden laughed so hard she tilted her head back and nearly sent Ajax flying. “Goodness, I’ve never seen you this nervous! Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad for you, I just find it amusing. The cold-hearted Ajax Pierce, reduced to a infatuated lump at the sight of her CRUSH! What an interesting headline that’d be for the company newspaper.”

Ajax shook her head. “Shut up… It’s just a date, he offered because he thought I needed a break.”

Jaden smiled. “Riiiight, because he’d jump straight to asking you on a date if he had no feelings for you whatsoever. Makes sense.” Her voice oozed with sarcasm.

“I need to go get ready.” Ajax stood up abruptly, heading out of the room and into the upstairs of her office. She glanced behind her and saw that Jaden had followed her.

“Since you’re going on a first date, can I do your makeup and hair? For you, and definitely totally not for Simon to be impressed.” Jaden winked.

Ajax mouth turned ever-so-slightly into a smirk before she nodded and Jaden begun on her hair.

[bungerc0re]

im thinking abt getting a command spell tattoo but that’d be too embarassing to anyone that recognizes it

[mirror-for-narcissus]

so here’s the thing right. it’s like: not telling best friend about a situation that in literally any other case i would tell her about, if i went off to stay with any other person’s family for a holiday and left with a little crush on one of them, i would immediately tell her. hell she would get updates from the GET GO about the second any thought of that crossed my mind. but it feels weird bc it’s her brother and also like nothing has happened or honestly probably even will happen. you know. so it feels weird to even bring up bc like? okay so what? it’ll pass. but at the same time, like. I’ve just built it up. and i also am afraid that she’s gonna hardcore judge me for this or even like. straight up tell me that this is something that I Should Not Even For One Second Indulge Because I Am Being Stupid About This. You know? and that seems. unlikely. but i’m still anxious. like how to even bring this up! what to even say! “hey man i stayed with your family for like ten days and got the silliest little crush. anyway he added me on snap and sent me like three messages and then stopped responding and we’re probably never really going to talk again but now i’m anxious and confused and i don’t know what to fucking do” and and and i just want to be able to talk to her about this but it feels like it would be forcing her into something that has a potential to make her uncomfortable! that being said however........ i don’t actually think that she would be made incredibly uncomfortable. i think she would make fun of me a little and probably not reeally know how to deal with it and that’d be about it. but it’s also just embarassing bc she knows so much of my silly little lovesick side and just. yeah. i guess i feel ashamed. it feels like something worthy of being ashamed about. and i’m afraid that she would just. i’m afraid she would look down on me and be right to do so

[thephoebeyates]

A happy fanfiction ending. She wondered what that’d look like. In the ones she read, and wrote, it usually ended up with everyone’s far-fetched dreams coming true and living happily ever after with no further struggle. And she wanted that, really. Wanted her and Foster to get over the bump of becoming official and the “L” word hovering over them almost threateningly. But none of that was Linc’s concern. “Thanks, bud.” She murmured instead, a moniker she hadn’t used since the little bud in question had a massive growth spurt and towered over her, just scraping over Sebastian’s head as well, thus usurping him as the tallest of the brats.

Failure was just as scary as never trying. She wrinkled her nose. “When did you grow up and get so pensive, huh? But you’re right. And I am trying.” A little bit at a time, a few baby steps every day. She furrowed her brow when he mentioned embarrassing himself in front of Elijah. “How could you possibly do that? He like, embarasses himself on a daily basis. Y’know, I ran into him once in the sex store? I can’t even….” Phoebe found herself shuddering at the memory. At what Eli had clutched in his hand. 

She wanted to argue that it wasn’t naivety at play, but five years of being in the trenches with a pathological control freak, but talking about Spencer would do nothing more than dredge up bad memories for everyone, deciding to just ‘hmm’ in response and focus on Linc’s love life. “She wants grandchildren whilst she’s still fairly young so she can claim a fun title like ‘Glamma’, y’know?” She pointed out with a laugh, following his silent command and laying back on the roof. “Wowl, it’s almost like people are consenting adults who make the conscious choice to get involved in your shit. It’s not selfish to need someone to help you through it. Just…you need to really think about what you want before you put yourself out there..” She shifted, leaning up on her elbow, an impish smirk on her lips. “Take it from Foster. He began sleeping with me thinking it’d just be some casual fling, now he knows who Edward Cullen is, co-parents a cat, and I’ve overheard him humming Taylor Swift in the shower. Which is great but,” A sigh left her, “It’d be nicer to get to where we are now without the whole playing relationship chicken thing and insisting we were just friends for too many months for it to be taken seriously. And I don’t need to tell you the whole ‘life is short’ spiel.”

He laughed, genuinely feeling his chest loosen at the reminder of who Phoebe was at fifteen-- who she still was, deep down. They were both romantics, stubbornly devoted to the idea that things could be better. That they would be, someday. It was why Linc had such a protective instinct over her, despite being younger and having much less figured out-- he wanted to, somehow, preserve those parts of Phoebe. "I'm holding my breath for your happy fanfiction ending," he promised. Linc spread his hands out, palms pressed onto his knees as he nodded, "Seems like your guidance did Seb well."

Linc nodded, already picturing how excited his mother would be to see Phoebe-- and how excited Linc would be to be out of the hot seat, for once. Too many family dinners started with Mom fussing over Dad and ended with Mom encouraging Lincoln to some poor, unsuspecting girl or guy roughly his age. Coming out as bisexual had never been an issue for his parents-- if anything, it gave Mom an entirely new playing field upon which to plan Linc's future. Lucky Linc. "Of her own volition, I'm not sure, but I've told her, and then told her again," Linc laughed, shrugging hopelessly.

Instinctively, Linc lifted two fingers to his heart and crossed it. "I would never," he lied. Linc was famously bad at keeping secrets, especially between Phoebe and Seb. They were his two best friends! How was he supposed to convincingly lie? Linc nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. It felt almost hypocritical, sitting here nudging Phoebe not to give up yet when that's essentially what he'd done, but also... Linc wondered just how many kids from their neighborhood could strike gold. If maybe his time was up and he should move out of Phoebe's way, stop hogging the karma, or whatever. If it were that simple, he'd do it in a heartbeat. "I think... for me, I got to the place where like-- failing was just as scary as never trying," he lifted a shoulder, unsure if he was even being helpful.

"But I also think everyone has their own journey." He smiled at her offer, nodding. It would be good for him to get out of the house, anyway. "I'd really like that-- hey, did I tell you I ran into Eli at Re-chording the other day? Embarrassed myself pretty good."

Linc rolled his eyes, laughing at Phoebe's even more aggressive bump. He lifted his hands in surrender, knowing that she wouldn't stop until someone had fallen off the damn roof. It was easier to wave the white flag. He could practically see the hearts in Phoebe's eyes, and the thought made his insides warm. "Good," he said decisively, unable to help his smile, "You deserve nothing less, you know." Linc shook his head, though, "You're not naive, Pheebs, everybody has their... shit." He didn't know much about long-term relationships, but he knew that if anybody was a candidate for one, it was Phoebe. She didn't give up on people, it wasn't in her DNA.

He squeezed Phoebe's shoulder when she moved away, a physical reminder that he cared. Linc sucked his teeth, bracing himself for Phoebe to be... incredibly correct. As always. Avoiding her all-knowing gaze, Linc tucked a hand behind his head and laid back on the roof, watching the sky melt from orange into purple. "Right. I think Mom would be... too happy about it." He glanced over at Phoebe, tapping the roof as if inviting her to lay back, too. "Don't you think it'd be a little selfish? Inviting someone into all this?" It's not that one-night stands were off the table, really, but lately... non-commitment almost felt like it was too complicated in such a small town, too. Plus, if he was honest, he craved the company, the consistency.

[lovelyleons]

I don’t know :0