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have thenvunin getting a little drunk on the refreshments and uthvir getting a little drunk on him @feynites :3

Stupid Idiot

Chris Jericho/OC. For Anon: Reader has a crush on another wrestler. In hopes of impressing this dude she agrees to a threesome he wants, but she gets terribly left out and ultimately leaves. Chris finds her all tearful in the elevator and gets a clingy earful when he tries to find out if she’s okay. She doesn’t believe him when he says what an idiot this dude is, until he makes her believe it back in his room.

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anonymous asked:

Can I please have head canons of UF!Sans, UF!Grillby and Muffet falling for a waitress?

im a former waitress so excuse me while I dream~Mod Tati


He is in the ultimate denial for a long time. No he is not checking out Grillby’s new waitress. No he does not move his seat to a booth instead of the bar just for an excuse to hear her voice more. Not to mention he most definitely did not slip his number into her apron pocket.

At first he might be really vulgar in his flirting. Commenting on the short skirt of your uniform as often as he can tear his eyes away. But after a while he starts noting how sweet you are, how stern you can be with rowdy customers and how you take no kind of shit, except for when you laugh at his jokes… He waits for you after the bar closes one night and basically insists (mostly because he’s straight up panicking right now) that you should go on a date with him.


He’s flirting from the moment he hires you. It starts very friendly and playful, only really coming out in short little quips between him and Sans whenever you’re around. And in the best way of putting it, he gets hit by a truck of feelings suddenly while opening up the bar and seeing little sticky notes you leave to remind yourself to do things. You’re just too damn cute for him.

From then on it’s incredibly hard for him to keep up the suave and silent act around you. He grins like a lovesick fool when you giggle, smiles unconsciously while he watches you work and can’t keep a blush off his face when you’re within holding distance. He contemplates asking you on a date while you two close up the bar one night. Maybe he’ll invite you for a night cap just to ease into it.. is that okay? You’re his employee after all and it might make you uncomfortable not to mention how much danger you would be put-wait shit is something burning?

His flames got a little too high and ended up scorching the roof. You decide to ask him about it later.


Muffet is actually the most normal one about her feelings for you. You’ve caught this spiders interest so she fawns over you. Complimenting your outfits, your hair, how confident you look when you’re walking around making sure everyone is satisfied. She packs you little pastries to take home at the end of the night. Sometimes if you’re early breakfast and tea will be waiting for you before preparing for the work day.

After a bit of time the breakfast becomes routine and you go on “friend” dates any time you can. Everything from shopping to movies and dinner, at some point she wants to invite you back to her apartment to attempt whatever “courting” was for humans but can’t bring herself to. That little voice at the back of her mind reminding her she was a monster and you might just be disgusted by her. Nonetheless during any downtime at work she really can’t help herself from shyly holding one of your hands or playing with a stray strand of your hair.

She refuses to be a brute and asks to court you formally on valentines day over heart shaped pancakes covered in homemade whipped cream that is the same color as your SOUL.

Cover Requests (ft. Kim Taehyung) Part 1

Hey everyone! This is my first fic here back on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy, and thank you @daegukkie for being the amazing catalyst for this Drabble that took way too long sry 

please take the time to give me some feedback! I’m a little rusty so any sort of constructive criticism is always so so helpful. Love you! 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre: fluff, bakery coworkers!au 

1.2k words
 Summary: adventurous and weird Taehyung keeps asking for shift covers and basically he comes back with proof of these adventures and its weird, amazing, and you wanna get to know him

But every time, he ran into the bakery panting like he ran a mile, with a pair of ridiculous pink sweatpants with the tag still on them, or another time with grease stains all over his face and arms, or even with a handful of candles he bought from “an old granny on the street down there because she looked so cold and I wanted her to go home,” you got more and more confused and curious about this peculiar boy and his adventures.

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Just a Drink Part Four

Written for the prompt “Scully lesbian encounter with a beautiful stranger “When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?” 

Part one here Part two here Part three here

Rating: NC17 from here on out.
Pairing: Scully/OC


“If I speed, we can be there in three.”

“Then speed.”

The three minutes feel a lot like three hours. Scully shifts uncomfortably,  pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the aching tension, and to protect Leyla’s leather interior from the pool of arousal soaking through her panties –  and probably through the slinky material of her dress. When she chances a glance at Leyla, she sees a ticking jaw and knuckles popping white against the steering wheel. She feels a surge of excitement at the knowledge that Leyla is just as impatient as she is.

The car finally comes to a stop in front of an apartment building, which Scully vaguely recognizes as being a couple thousand rent dollars out of her budget. She opens her own door and is stepping out of the car when Leyla appears in front of her.

Scully groans helplessly as Leyla’s fingers push into the dip of her lower back, bringing their bodies together. Their lips connect, and Leyla catches Scully’s bottom lip roughly between her teeth. “Inside,” Scully gasps against Leyla’s mouth as she struggles for air.

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anonymous asked:

My favorite thing is a fic is Tsukki just being utterly whipped. Like Hinata so much as hums? And then Tsukki's mind is racing bc Sho is too cute for his own good. But on the outside Tsukki manages to string together a short quip trying to hide any evidence of his hardcore crush (Hinata doing the same is great too 👌👌)

YES, anon! You know what I’m about! 

I love thinking about how Tsukishima thinks that he’s hiding his crush really well, but sometimes his bitterness falters and everyone notices. Or, Tsukishima getting annoyed with himself because he finds the littlest, most ridiculous things about Hinata cute. Tsukishima giving Hinata his meat buns after practice and trying to cover it by saying that he “isn’t hungry” and “your stomach is bottomless, just take them” but never gives them to anyone else.

Pining Tsukishima is my jam.

Vertically Challenged

* Laurens × Reader
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is really very short, (like VERY short) and John loves to tease her about it and it’s basically just fluff

A/N: here’s a crap ton of cute John Laurens fluff. This was fun and quite easy once I started. Sorry it’s a little short (pun not intended) that’s just what happens to fluff without much plot. I hope you all enjoy

Word Count: 961


You were always the shortest. In your family, in school, in work. You were short. You knew it too, you just didn’t like it one bit. You often yelled at people to stop mocking your hight. Well, everyone but John Laurens. He was the same age as you and your best friend. He always made fun of your height but never in a rude way.

When you were little, he quickly grew taller than you. At first he didn’t make fun of you too much. Of course, that changed quickly. He began mocking you but also defending you. Even against your friends.

“Hey Short Stack.” Alexander would quip. And as a result John would smack the back of his head. Your friends quickly stopped with all the short jokes. However, a few still slipped out, usually when John wasn’t around. A stern glare from you would silence them.

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For @misc-oneshots​ @spnfanficpond

Words: 2,579
Pairings : Balthazar x Reader
Warnings : Vague violence

You made your way out of your bedroom to the kitchen. Hobbling you knew that you weren’t going on the next hunt. You had to take time to heal from the last one.

“Whatcha got?” You asked your brothers as you made your way to the kitchen table where Sam and Dean were talking.

“A case,” Dean said standing up to get you a cup of coffee. He was holding the cup when he turned and looked at you. “And before you even ask, no you’re not going.”

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Ablaze [Jungkook Cop!AU]

Song Suggestion: Hyoyeon - Mystery

Requested by anonymous enjoyyyy

~Admin S

Originally posted by spongecakechimchim

Hot breath trickled down your neck, a stark contrast to the frost-ridden winter air. Undeniably pleasant chills coursed down your spine, through your bones.

“And caught…” 

A slight sneer passed way through your lips, a puff of smoke departing then dispersing into the cold night sky. You found yourself in the most unfortunate of predicaments, though not unfamiliar. Pressed against the frigid, bitter bricks of an unknown building.

You had hesitated. And that hesitation, it lasted mere seconds, milliseconds more like, but it was enough, just enough for a large calloused hand to lace around your ankle, to throw you onto the dark pavement of the alleyway.

Bastard,” you spat, your voice coarse and breathless from the impact. You could feel the Cheshire grin spreading across his features as he pressed his chest against your back and your torso into the bricks. You groaned, his lower body pressing into yours just as his upper body did.

“Now, now, princess, why on earth would you call me such nasty names…” 

His breathy whispers enticed you, flustered you, yet more than anything else, they infuriated you. Somehow his voice seemed to drop another octave, nearly inaudible this time, hardly even a whisper. “I’m only doing my job Y/N.”

Like hell he was.

“Belittlement and sexual harassment must be in every officer’s job description then,” you snapped. Your sharp quip was short lived though as a hiss of pain soon followed. Jungkook grasped the back of your head, fingers knotted in your hair and slammed your jaw against the brick.

Whirling you around so your breasts instead of your back pressed against his chest, Jungkook’s free hand found its way to your neck, slithering up to your soon to be bruising jaw. You winced; he stroked your skin softly in response, raising and scrunching his eyebrows slightly as to feign concern.

Your eyes bore into his, refusing to look away, glaring. He sighed, his fingers still dancing about your tender skin, tracing over the blood trickling down your cheek and chin.

“If you didn’t make my job so difficult, I would gladly be more gentle. I would have you beneath my touch in a much more pleasurable way…” he crooned softly into your ear.

Your body shook with anger. You hated him. You hated him so goddamn much. You hated how you craved these encounters and his touch most of all.

Jungkook’s grip on your head, on your hair, loosened, trailing down your body to a more desirable, reaction-provoking, location. His hand found its way to your inner thigh, his fingers pressing harshly into the skin. Your breath audibly caught in your throat leading Jungkook to further prod at you.

“This vigilante outfit of yours is such a pain,” he groaned, his lips latching onto the soft flesh of your neck, his hand simultaneously creeping further up your thigh. His knuckles and digits kneaded into the tender tissue. 

His thumb grazed ever so lightly across the heat between your legs. A pathetic whine escaped your lips before you could stop it and you couldn’t help the flames blossoming on your skin from everywhere he touched. 

“What was that baby girl?” You growled in response. You were never fond of those condescending pet names he used on you.

“There’s not need to get so worked up, darling. We’ll have all the time in the world back at the precinct during interrogation. You can get worked up then,” Jungkook mumbled against your skin. His teeth grazed over the irritated skin.

The pad of his thumb pressed down harshly against your heat. He’d toyed with you enough in the past that he knew exactly where your sweet spot is… and he was doing everything to just barely avoid it. 

Replacing the pad of his thumb with two fingers, Jungkook gently stroked along your clothed folds. You bit the insidr your lip in attempts to conceal any sounds threatening to escape your lips.

Jungkook’s lips trailed down your body, his teeth grazing from your neck to your collarbone, eliciting a yelp from you.

By this point, you could feel your panties completely soaked. Thank the heavens just how wet you were was concealed by your garments, even if it did mean full access to you was denied. Jungkook certainly didn’t need any more boosts to his ego.

Another yelp escaped your lips despite your attempts to withhold any vocals. Jungkooks fingers had finally settled overtop your clit, rubbing in the most sinfully blissful of rhythms. 

“F-fuck,” you shuddered yet again unable to contain your vocals. 

Jolts of pleasure, jolts of flames ignited through your entire body. You allowed your body to melt into the pleasure, but only for a moment. Only for a moment and nothing more.

Fighting to come back to your senses, you cautiously opened your eyes as to be certain Jungkook was as distracted as you were moments ago, you hazily took in your position and surroundings. This time he wouldn’t catch you… at least not for a few more days, not until you got that itch for him again.

And your hand shot out to his wrist, applying just enough pressure to sprain it and cause him to gasp out in pain. The arm of his you hadn’t struck immediately flew around you, constricting around your waist and restraining your upper body movements almost entirely.

He smirked. It seems as though his arrogance has gotten the best of him yet again. You’d think after all these encounters he’d learn to be a bit more cautious with you, that is, at least, if he actually wanted to catch you for good.

Targeting the outer weak spot of his knee, Jungkook’s legs buckled. His grip on you loosened. Using this to your advantage you spun around landing to his head with the heel of your foot. Jungkook stumbled away, pulling a baton from his belt. 

Before he was able to put it to use, though, you reached for your bow thrown to the side in the corner of the alley, striking him once more before ascending up the building escaping the scenario for certain this time.

“And escaped…” You whispered breathlessly, more for your own satisfaction than for his disdain. Sirens began to sound from down the road. Backup must have been just arriving. 

You smirked. It was dark so you couldn’t quite see Jungkook’s expression from down below. You could certainly visualize the frustration, though. Not only did he not completely get his way with you, but he’d have to explain to the chief officer just how he managed to let you escape yet again…

“Careful with that arrogance of yours, Jungkook…” You lingered atop the rooftop just a moment longer to taunt him. “It has a tendency to get you in trouble.”

Escaping into the shadows, bow in hand, silently moving above the city, you couldn’t help a shortness of breath momentarily engulfing you. You scoffed, a smile tugging at your lips nonetheless. “Prepossessing bastard,” you mumbled to yourself, your skin still set ablaze.

Okay, but guys I can’t express to you all enough how excited I am to finally see Donato in action - at his creepiest in the series. And Ishida’s characterization of Donato in this scene so far has been fantastic, because he manages to make Donato frighten us even after all the recent bloodshed in the series while still reminding the reader of his more sensitive/personal side.

Just in that phrase “Taste how it feels. How I feel.” In that short quip, Donato manages to fit in a megalomaniac comparison of himself to God and his personal, vulnerable emotions about Amon. 

Because the metaphor of Urie, crucified, watching from above certainly implies a God-like presence. (Without the power to intervene, it sounds more deist than Catholic, tbh. but I’ll let Donato pass on this one.) And in a way, he himself has watched over others in his priestly role. By running the orphanage, he always had that burden of caring for children in the name of God. However, the scene also indirectly references Donato’s seeming omniscience when it comes to the ghoul world, as Donato knew a notable amount of information about the events outside Cochlea despite having been imprisoned for years. Hinami’s intelligence became obsolete by the time of the second Cochlea raid. Donato’s, though, was still relied upon despite remaining in Cochlea for maybe a decade or longer. So, Donato himself has embodied throughout the series the Godly traits his metaphor in this scene emphasizes.

However, at the same time, that knowledge he accumulated couldn’t do anything to save Amon. He had to sit there and hear about his son’s capture, ghoulification, and possible death without the ability to protect or shelter him. It most likely felt like the equivalent to what he’s doing to Urie now: torturing the entrapped person’s loved one - one he’s been entrusted to take care of, as Uncle Higemaru’s monologue just highlighted - right in front of his eyes while he’s immobilized. And while Donato’s thirst for revenge is pretty prominent here, you can see that frustration with his own limitations, too. 

And that’s why I love those two sentences. Because they seem to present the reader with two seemingly contradictory meanings. It confuses you on whether to think of Donato as an omnipotent God or as a fallible mortal. And I think that’s what makes him one of the most terrifying types of villains.

pedestrianfootbridge  asked:

I was wondering if you had any thoughts on Mick Rory's speech patterns? (If you've already answered this in another post then sorry!). In particular I think (at least I've noticed it once or twice) that he sometimes doesn't use contractions and as a result the sentence comes out a little awkwardly (ex: in his first episode he says "what *are* you talking about" instead of "what're" and the result stresses the word "are" a bit) Idk, it could just be the actor's way of talking?

Mick Rory’s speech patterns are a fucking nightmare to parse. Honestly. I’ve been trying to pin them down since The Flash season 1 and they’re a goddamn moving target. A big part of why is because they changed his speech patterns for Legends (along with his characterization, a little bit, and Len’s). 

Dominic Purcell has also said in an interview that he didn’t hit his stride with Mick until they were filming the first Legends’ episode, and that’s when he really came to understand the character and when it fell naturally into place. So that’s bound to have affected his speech patterns some. It also doesn’t help that his accent occasionally drops and his Australian side slips out (I always laugh when it happens; it’s been happening more on this season of Legends).

But okay. This got crazy freaking long so I’m putting it under a cut. 

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Scanlan VS. Vax

There’s been a lot of discussion about Scanlan recently, and I wanted to throw my hat into the ring. When the argument in the cavern started I, like many, assumed it would only be a short quip. But as Scanlan got more upset, it started to dawn on me how much resentment he must have for Vax.

Scanlan’s entire perspective on life has changed. He now values his own life above all else. Vax’s reckless play against Raishan led to a battle that literally killed Scanlan. If Pike hadn’t had that last 3rd level, he’d be done. And being revived only to hear Vax preaching about what a good idea it was. Well, that’d piss me off too.

A similar conversation happened again in Whitestone, near the end of the episode. Clearly, Scanlan puts some, if not all, of the blame for his death on Vax. Now, many people have chalked this up as being nothing personal; that Vax is just an outlet for Scanlan’s pain. But I think this has become a personal vendetta. And I think this point is proven by the letter.

I interpret this as a direct attack against Vax’s ideals. Scanlan is fed up with being forced into danger and he’s fed up with Vax’s pretentious speeches. The destruction of the letter was a way of letting everyone know that he was serious about this. As Laura put it immediately after the burning of the letter: “This is for real, you guys.”

If this escalates, I think we might have a civil war on our hands. This is a conflict that could rival Grog VS. Percy. I, for one, am hyped as hell to see where this leads.

Challenge (Part 1)

Teen Wolf two shot - Reader x Brett Talbot

A/N: I dunno. It would be fun to be the person who always fights him *coughLiamcough* What? EDIT: Part 2 here.

Originally posted by isaacxlahxy

“He’s looking at you.”

You ignored Kira and turned another page of your book, completely disinterested. Why were you even at this lacrosse practice-scrimmage-thing again? What even was lacrosse? Why was your school so obsessed with this weird sport that involved nets on sticks?

The kitsune craned her neck to get a better look. “He is looking directly at you. Are you sure he isn’t really interested in you? I’m not sure people look at other people with the look he’s giving you unless they’re interested.” She was speaking in that anxious and slightly panicked tone that she got when she wasn’t sure what to do.

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the badcharacterdesign blog is funny but i dont think it does anywhere near enough actual critique/reviews on character design in relation to short funny one liner quips for the popularity it’s gained

Truth - a small drabble

[[[So this just kinda happened. It was written on my phone, so forgive any errors. Apologies there is no cut, mobile probs. Thanks!]]]

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The silence of the line is broken by the crackling static as he releases the breath he’d been holding.

“Josh. Please, I need you right now. I need you to tell me the truth. I need my best friend to be honest with me. Because frankly, no one else is. I can see it in their eyes and I’m so fucking sick of getting the same look.”

She feels the frustration building as her pleas become borderline desperate. She’s been getting the feeling that perhaps, her gut is right. She feels more and more confident with each look of, what she can only describe as pity, crosses the features of those closest to her. When she alludes to the reason behind the looks, they all assure her that it’s nothing and if she’s happy, nothing else matters.

But last time she checked, being happy didn’t mean being blind. And she would admit to herself in the silent hours just before dawn that maybe she’s been holding on to something that was always meant to have been let go. She didn’t deny that she loved him. She didn’t deny that the thought of making this work was something she wanted.

But she also couldn’t deny how quickly things slipped back into place. She couldn’t deny that certain things, like the sudden need to be with her throughout all her promotions. Or the timing of the failures of his two films and the immediate rekindling with her shortly after. She often wondered why they had both been so clear about their stance on the paparazzi, yet as soon as she was away from him, pictures of him and random women had popped up in a very strategic manner. No matter how hard she tried to bury it, the sinking feeling of those being purposeful still nagged at her.

Then, how suddenly there were well placed paps in Montreal after their resurgence as a couple when the previous 4 months they were there, there was never a pap.

It’s things like this that caused her to lie awake at night as he slept beside her. She would tell herself over as over that she was being paranoid. She was allowing herself to fall into a trap laid by her own insecurities. She convinced herself that it was all in her head.

It seemed to work until she flew back to the states after New Years. It had been a conversation she had with Sam a few nights before flying out the LA for the kick off of award season.

They had been at a quiet bar just outside of Atlanta. They were talking about the Holidays and somehow the conversation turned to how Sam’s first year of marriage was going. The conversation flowed well until the hiccup that sent her mind into a whirlwind for days after.

“So what about you Jen? Are you ready for marriage?”

“I don’t know Sam, I just know I want to slow down for a little while. Marriage is appealing, but I’m not sure I can say one way or another.”

Sam lifted his beer and took a long pull, breaking their stare and looking down at his ring before spinning it mindlessly around his finger. She sensed he wanted to say something, but for whatever reason, he was holding back.

“Just say it Sam. What’s on your mind?”

He sighs deeply and speaks, still looking only at his ring, “Just… Just take the time to really think through any big decisions like that.”

Her brow furrows, “Okay. But why the sudden change? You’re whole demeanor is different right now.”

His eyes finally lift to hers, “I just don’t want to see you hurt Jen.”

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?” Her voice is soft, quiet. There’s a hint laced in her tone that says she already knows the answer.

Sam watches her for a moment, his eyes read like a book that she’d been reading all too often these past few months. A story she had been convincing herself was one her fragile heart had written. But seeing it reflected back to her by one of her very good friends, finally had her wondering if what she was convincing herself as the truth, was in fact the lie.

“Just do what’s best for you. Not what’s best for anyone else. Alright. Promise?”

She spins in the wooden barstool and places both elbows on the bar top, her hands wrapping tightly around the cool glass of her drink. She watches as a pearl of condensation rolls down the glass and weave it’s way through her fingers.

“Promise?” He quietly pleads beside her.

She nods her head, “I promise Sam.”

His arm reaches over and hooks around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug, “Good. I adore you Jennifer. Gotta make sure you’re happy.” He chuckles as she lays her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you Sam.” She responds with a smile, “You know, it’s nice to know that when Ben and Blaine aren’t here, I’ve got you to play big brother.”

That conversation was five nights ago. Now, she sits on the porch of her Santa Monica home watching the stars sparkle at three thirty in the morning.

Her hand grips the phone to her ear, trying desperately to get him to understand how badly she needs him right now. Her other hand has her burgundy painted nails being worried between her lips as her teeth make work at chipping the perfection away.

After another minute of broken static and an otherwise silent line, she barks, “Josh. Answer me.”

Another crackled breath fills the line and she can imagine his frustration painted across his features, “Jennifer… I don’t -“

“God dammit Josh” she huffs, “Do you not understand how badly I need someone to tell me the truth. To stop handling me like I’m glass. To stop treating me like if they say something I’ll just fall apart.”

She begins to waiver in the last sentence. Tears fall from her eyes and her voice waivers against the emotional assault she’s been fighting all night. She knows that the amount of alcohol she consumed tonight at the award show and the adrenaline of her win are playing a part in the wire snap of the late hour, but she also knows she’s been lying to herself for a good while and she’s just so tired.

“Josh…” She whispers into the cool California night air, “Do you think he’s using me?”

He sighs, “Jennifer. You know how I feel about this. About you two.”

“That’s not what I asked Josh. Please, be my best friend right now. You have no fucking idea. I just need-”

“In a way, yes.” He falls silent as she sucks in the breath she had been waiting to take.

“Jen, I don’t doubt he has feelings for you. Not at all. But I can’t help but question the timing of it all. But I love you, and if he makes you happy, then I’m hap-”

“Stop. I am so tired of hearing that bullshit. Me blindly going through the motions because I love him doesn’t make me happy Josh.”

He takes a deep breath and speaks again, “What do you want me to say Jennifer? I answered your question. Even though every part of me screams I should just stay out of whatever is going on between you two.”

“I want you to be what you promised me you’d be Josh.” Her tone is harsh and she fights to keep her voice low so she doesn’t wake up the slew of people staying at her place tonight. “I want you to be there to tell me the truth, even when it’s not what I want to hear. I need you to be the man who I can turn to with anything and you tell me yes or no.”

“Jennifer…” He has a warning to his words, “I am that guy. But I can’t be that guy when it comes to you relationship with him. I’ll tell you a dress looks bad, I’ll let you know when you’re being a total bitch, and I’ll let you know if your breath smells like onions after a McDonalds sneak, but I can’t get in between you and him.”

“Why?” She shouts, covering her mouth with her hand as soon as she hears the echo off the patio walls. She takes a breath and drops her hand, “Why not? What’s the difference Josh?”

“Because I’m not in love with your dress, or your attitude, or how your breath smells. But I am in love with you. And dammit Jennifer, I can’t keep being put in the position of helping you convince yourself that you and he are forever.” His words fall in short, quipped breaths. Fast and almost running together before he falls silent.

“I tried to be that guy. I have. I want you to be happy. And if he’s it, I’ll support you. But don’t ask me to accept it. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate the fact that you’ve come to realize what people have tried to protect you from.”

“I don’t need protection, I need the truth.” She responds back through gritted teeth.

“You know the truth Jennifer. Don’t make me the bad guy by telling you what you already know. I won’t be your reason Jennifer.”

“I don’t need you to be my reason. I need you-”

The sound of the sliding glass door startles her and she jumps, “Hey love. Everything alright?”

As she stares up at him standing on the threshold of her porch, she can see the worry etched on his features in the moonlight when he catches the moist trail left by her earlier tears.

Just as Jennifer’s about to respond to his question, she hears an almost inaudible “goodbye” and then the soft click of a disconnect.

She smiles sadly, “Yeah. Just out here looking for some truths.”

He crosses his arms over his bare chest as leans against the door frame, “Oh yeah? Well… Did you?”

She looks at the now dark, blank screen of her phone and then back up into the night sky, “I think so.”

There is silence between them for a minute before he finally steps to her. “Well,” He places a kiss on the crown of her head as his hands rest gently on her shoulders, “come back to bed soon. It’s chilly out here.”

She simply nods as he walks back in and the click of the door sounds. Back in the silence of the night, she allows a new set of fresh, warm tears to fall freely from her eyes as the lights from the pier reflect off her face.

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Thank you for reading! Much love!