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09x03 Pero que ilustres ni que ignorantes

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Hi I'm looking for a fic that was uploaded recently but I lost it before I could read it all. The summary had Phil thinking that Dan looked like bubblegum when he saw him and Dan used to go to Phil's school and he wears makeup. Thank you.

Love Scenario - botanistlester

Summary: When Phil first saw him in the spring, he thought he looked like bubblegum.

-Rachel 5k au fluff firstdate firstkiss flirting friendstolovers gettingtogether makeup pining purefluff work

I’m playing stubborn again. Off to a first date that my friends told me not to go to. Well this person is too persistent. So why not give it a try? Besides, this person makes me feel so wanted it’s hard to say no. If anything goes wrong, I could just bye Felicia his ass. I don’t even like guys but he’s trying to take me “Hiking” so I got baited. Well jokes on him cause I’m gay af. He thought he found his potential gf but I thought I found a brother. Psych I know I’m bout to regret this. Tumblr wish me some luck 🍀

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So people of tumblr. I’m going on a date soon and this is some advice I’d like to give all girls (and even guys). If you are going to hang out with someone (whether or not you have been talking to them for days weeks or hours) always have friends like this!^^ code words for if there’s trouble and a designated time to start blowing up the phone if the one on the date has given no indication they are safe. Stay safe everyone!!!

The Eyeroller

I knew I had a bad feeling about this one. Something didn’t quite sit well while we were texting but decided to meet her because, why not?! 

**Very early in our date**

Me: I tend to be more on the spontaneous side when I travel. I’ll check out the big things, but I don’t plan much. 

Her: (eyerolling) But you might miss something!

Me: Yeah, I suppose. But I regret not checking out Platform 9 and ¾ when I was in London. I totally would have posed under it! 

Her: What’s that??

Me: Oh, it’s a Harry Potter reference.

Her: (eyerolling) Oh, I never got into that.

Me: **annoyed** What? Really? Oh, that’s a shame. My brother and sister actually got me into Harry Potter and it’s one of my favorite book series. It’s so well done and such a satisfying read! 

Her: No. Never got into it. (eyerolling) But anyway, when I travel, I need to stay in hotels.

Me: I stayed in hostels in Europe and it was a lot of fun. Why stay in hotels when all you’re doing is leaving your stuff and adventuring out anyway? 

Her: (eyerolling) Because your bags could get stolen. 

Me: (internally screaming “STOP YOUR DAMN EYEROLLING! JEEZ!!!) 

Her: How old are your brothers and sisters? 

Me: Oh, my sister is 39 and my brother is 28. I’m right in the middle! Ha! Do you have any siblings? 

Her: No. My parents stopped at perfection.

Me: (EYEROLLING) … Yeah, ok… 

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Me whenever I go on a date with my bf

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Interesting how the word #nakayoshi can also means couple. Nakayoshi means get along or matches well. #soinnocent
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Three Day Date

It wasn’t date, no

I don’t think I quite count that.

It was more like playing house. Date one rolled into two, then into three.

Night one she met my friends… we were awake dancing, drinking and inhaling each others every word until 5 am. We even escaped from the group for a brief while.

Day two we slept away. Until we decided to road trip back to mine, a measly 3 hours away.

The universe wanted to test us. The vehicle she had borrowed from her mother began smoking … 3 phone calls to my best friends from home, her mother, CAA, and we made it back, tow truck and all, backtracking an hour to pick up her jeep (so lesbian I know …) and by 1 am we were in my city.

You see, she recently accepted a job here, and I am so proud. She was apartment hunting, roomate hunting, and had set up many viewings for Monday … I played hookie and joined her. And she held my hand as we walked downtown. She likes her hand on top. So do I. Or at least I used to.

Originally, we were simply going to do lunch Monday, the days leading up were not planned.

We spent the entirety of Monday together, going to viewings, patio hopping…

You could say we skipped the third date rule, but I think it can be disregarded when a date is continuous.

She let me break her rules, her guard … I liked it. I like her mind.

A three day first date. A three day first date meeting the best friends, the family, house hunting, drinking, talking, loving, sharing … A three day first date I didn’t want to end.

Apparently we are going to go sky diving for date number four … we had to think crazier than our first “date”.

This three day first date is one for the books, these are the loves novelists write of.

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Slytherin Girl X Hufflepuff Boy

It was over Christmas break, I the hufflepuff stayed at hogwarts this year over break. My family was away traveling and I didn’t want to be home alone. It worked out in my favor, there was this absolutely beautiful ,inside and out Slytherin girl. Who had the cutest dimples on her check when she smiled. Along with her amazing red hair with a slight curl to it. This whole semester I kept noticing her, every meal I would see her sting at her table talking with her friends. As I would look over to see her she would see me looking at her and give me a smile.

When I overheard her say that she was staying for Christmas break. I was also staying over break, so this was my chance to get to know her and possible ask her out. So everyone likes to hangs out in the hufflepuff common room, it was the second day into break and I was carving a wooden flower for her. As I sat in the Hufflepuff common room in the corner, finishing the flower that I have worked so diligently on for the past week.

It was complete, as I “thought to myself just go up and ask” as I stand up from the corner and walk over to her. I introduced myself, as I reached behind my back to get the flower. She said “ I have had a crush on you all year” my face when as red as dragons blood. As I cleared my throat and the words came out “I have had a crush on you to” I made you this flower ,because your beautiful. Now her face went red also, as her friends stated sighing in relief.

We decided to take a walk around the castle grounds the one night together. To look at the stars and get to talk with each other. I picked her up at the Slytherin common room around 8. We start making are way out side and I ask aren’t you going to be cold? “I am a mighty Slytherin, I won’t get cold” ok. Then there is me dress in heavy layers looking like I am hiking up a mountain. We get outside and the brisk air we breathe in and see are breathe as it comes out. We start walking around and talking, I start to point out some star constellations and got to look into her eyes. I started to slip on some ice she tried to catch me. We both ended up falling into a snowbank. As we laid there and laughed I asked if I could hold her hand. To my surprise she said yes.

She isn’t the biggest on physical touch, alot like myself. As we climbed out of the snowbank and kept walking holding hands. She started to shiver as I look off my house scarff and wrapped it around her. Then out out of the blue she stopped walk and looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. As the moon was shining down on us, it was a picture perfect moment. We both start to lean in to kiss, then it happens. I slip on the ice again. As I am laying on the ground with both of us laughing. She walks and knees down on the ground, then that moment happened. My first kiss ever. My face went bright red, my heart was beating so hard.

As I get up off the ice being careful not to slip again. She gives me a hug as she whispers in my ear “I knew I fell hard for you, but after watching you slip I can tell you fell pretty hard for me.” As we started walking back we both had huge dorky smiles on are faces, with both of are faces red. I walk her back to the Slytherin common room, as I say good night I slip in “may I kiss you?” this was meet with “YES PLEASE DO, I LOVE YOU”. “I love you too, my beautiful snake”. Just as she is about to go in. she stops turns back and gives me a kiss on the check.

As I run through the fall jumping in joy screaming “eeeeeee”. I get back to the Hufflepuff common room, as my friend is waiting by the fire with two cups of hot tea. Ready for me to tell him how it went. As I have the biggest smile on my face “ well with that big of a smile on your face it must have went good” my friend said. “Yes, it was amazing” as we sit and talk till about mid night “well I think I am going to head to bed”.

Breakfast the next morning I was greeted with a warm hug. We sat together and ate at the end of the Slytherin house table. “Do you want to meet up tonight in the hufflepuff common room?” “sure see you around” as the evening grows closer i wait outside the common room for her. She shows up exactly at 8, we walk inside and sit down in front of the fireplace and start talking. As it was about 9:30 and I got really cold as I run up to my room and grab one of my many blankets. I get back down and sit next to her again. As we sit and talk with the blanket over us I go and lay my head on her shoulder, as she wrapped her arm around me and pulls me in close.      

We were like this for the rest of the night. As we gazed into each others eyes and talked. We listened to the crackling of the fire and looked out the window at the stars.

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She entered, snow-blown, flustered, a mess of damp fabric and blue lips. Her hair was different than it had been in her profile picture. It was straight now, wispy and chin-length, mostly hidden beneath a knit hat. She waited in line to speak to the hostess, shuffling from foot to foot to get the snow off her boots. She removed the hat and tucked it in the pocket of her coat, then slowly unwound her scarf. She shuddered slightly and he knew, then, that a bit of snow or ice had fallen from her loosened scarf down the back of her shirt. He didn’t so much know this as feel it, the single drip of cold water melting against her skin sending a shiver down his own spine. He shifted in his seat. He felt, as he often did in the presence of a beautiful woman, like a teenager again, at odds with his own body. To counteract this feeling he had a system. A set of controls put in place to limit his anxiety. He always arrived first, even if that meant making a reservation half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time. He always requested a table facing the entrance, so that he could see his date when she arrived. He needed those moments, the minute or two it took for her to reach him, to steady himself. It helped him to see these women stumble through the awkward, human pantomime of waiting in line, approaching the hostess, giving a name. There really was no smooth way to remove the myriad layers required for surviving a Montreal winter, and watching these women unravel soothed him. It reminded him that they were likely just as nervous as he was. Reminded him that they had chose him, of all people, to spend this cold, winter night with. In those moments, when the women would stumble slightly into their chairs, maybe knocking over a fork or making forced small talk with the hostess, he felt worthy.

She smoothed her hair with two hands, the palms white against her brown skin. She tucked the fly away bits behind her ears and glanced around the room. She spotted him easily. He was tall, taller even than he seemed in his photographs. She liked this, though she couldn’t articulate why. Some sort of evolutionary instinct, maybe. Or perhaps it was just because her own height made her feel ungainly, too much person for every space she inhabited. She wanted to feel matched, to know what it was like to look up at someone, to feel the rough scratch of stubble against her forehead. She wanted to shrink against someone, to feel herself disappear between the folds of a shadow longer and broader than her own. He was also white, a fact that was neither here nor there. She knew that these differences between them would materialize like hairpin turns on foggy roads. She knew that somewhere down the line, should they make it that far, they would have to learn to navigate these shadowy places where their pasts diverged, creating chasms of unknowability between them. But not tonight. Tonight she just hoped he was nice. This was a prosaic word, she knew. A nothing word. “Nice.” But it was what she wanted, at the end of the day. After everything was said and done she just wanted someone to be good, someone to be kind, someone who derived pleasure from making someone else happy and who wasn’t broken in some way that demanded the pain of others as recompense for that hurt.

She arrived and he stood. “Samantha?” he said, though of course it was her. 

“Hi!” she said, breathy, still shivering slightly. “Sam. Sammy,” she added. She wished she hadn’t. It was too intimate, she thought. But she smiled and sat. He waited for her to sit first and then lowered himself into his chair. 

“It’s nasty out there, eh?” he said.

“So gross. Waited ages for the bus. Sorry I’m late. Wait, am I late?”

“No, no. I was just early. What bus do you catch?”

“The 80. On du Parc.” She pulled the candle closer to her, holding her hand above the flame, letting it burn her slightly before pulling away.

“Oh nice. So you live in the Mile End?”

“No…further out. Parc Ex.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah the Mile End’s pretty unaffordable these days. I remember when I lived there in college, it was dirt cheap. Now it’s pretty much on par with the Plateau.”

“Yeah. Well, I also like living in Parc Ex.”

He cursed inwardly. “Of course. I didn’t mean…”

“Oh I know. I wasn’t offended.”

“There’s an amazing Greek bakery there.”

“Afroditi?”

“Yes! The cookies..”

“Life changing.”

“Exactly.” They laughed. Relief flooding through both their systems like a shot of espresso. She thought about asking him if he was Greek, but decided against it. Identity, culture, origins. These were minefields she wanted to delay traversing. He was blushing. She liked this. She decided she would try to make him blush at least one more time before the night was through. The waitress arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

“I pre-ordered this. I hope that’s okay?” he said.

She smiled. “It’s more than okay. Saves me having to pretend to know anything about wine.”

“I know, right? It’s got to be the most awkward part of any date. The wine selection.”

“Hmm. I don’t know. I think paying the bill is probably worse.”

“Oh god, you’re right. We have that to look forward to.”

“If we make it that far.” She laughed as she said it. She always laughed at her own jokes. It was infectious. He relaxed, taking a sip of wine. They were quiet for a moment, but it was a nice quiet. The silence had a texture to it, like the air was settling around them, tucking them in. The restaurant was busy, but there was no one close enough to permeate their bubble. The door opened often, but Sam couldn’t feel a draft. “This is a great table,” she said, finally.

“Can I make a confession? It might make me seem like a total douchebag.”

“Go for it.”

“This is my twentieth date at this restaurant. I picked this table specifically, through trial and error. I figured out it was the best on date, like, eleven.” He held his breath. It had been a strategic move, telling her this. It could come off as disarming and refreshing or it might make him seem like a sociopath. He couldn’t even pretend she was the first woman he’d made this confession to. It was a tactic he’d wielded before. 

Samantha didn’t reply, taking a sip of her wine and glancing around the room, nodding slightly as if sizing up his choice of table. She leaned forward slightly, her wine grasped with two hands, one eyebrow cocked, “So tell me, how did the other nineteen dates react when you told them that?” He froze, all the blood rushing from his face. Sam didn’t think he could get any paler. She burst out laughing. After a minute he laughed too, sitting back in his chair, his hands in his lap. All the blood in his entire body seemed to have returned to his cheeks in one go. Success, Sam thought. This was too easy, making him blush. She might need to up the target to five times in one night. 

“I feel like an asshole,” he said, finally, laughing.

“Don’t. It’s okay. This whole thing is predicated on artifice. It’s an unspoken agreement entered into by two people on a date not to call bullshit on all the..you know..bullshit.”

He grinned. This was the kind of conversation he loved. He revelled in the meta-ness of things. It seemed like Sam did too. “So tell me,” he said, “what is the biggest piece of bullshit in your profile?”

Sam laughed. A loud bark of a laugh. Soon, he would come to learn the meters of her laugh. The near-silent, wheezing fits she collapsed into when she was high. The guffawing, screaming laugh she made when speaking to family back home. This laugh, the barking one, was when she was surprised. Pleased in an unexpected way. This laugh would become his favourite. He would never grow tired of finding ways evoke it. “Oh god are we making these kinds of confessions already?” she said.

“Why not?” he said, “let’s call bullshit.”

“Ok. I’m game. Umm…ok. I got it,” she covered her face with her hands, grinning. He waited, not goading her. Patience was one of his strengths. Finally she said, “Ok you know that picture, the one where I’m on a boat, in a mask and snorkel?”

“Yellow bikini? Yes I definitely remember.” Sam threw a bread roll at him. He caught it and took a bite, still grinning. 

Sam sighed. “I never actually went snorkelling. Two minutes after that picture was taken, I had a huge panic attack and couldn’t get in the water. I spent the whole day on the boat, eating crackers and reading.” She buried her face behind her hands again, peeking out at him between her fingers.

He laughed, but only a little. She seemed genuinely mortified. “Hey, that’s not so bad. Really, compared to my whole table speech that’s nothing. So what happened? Can’t you swim?”

“Yes, I can swim,” she said, her voice harsher than she meant it to be. There it was, one of those sudden bends in the road, a little crack that could become a chasm if they weren’t careful. 

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I can’t swim.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “You can’t?”

He laughed. “No…I never learned. I grew up in Saskatchewan. There was one public pool in my hometown and it was practically a biohazard. I saw a kid throw up in there when I was in Grade Two and I was scarred for life. My parents could never get me back in.”

“I guess I thought…” Sam trailed off.

“That all white people could swim?” he said. Sam laughed again, the best laugh, the barking one. He smiled, pleased he could catch her off guard. Pleased that he could make her laugh without her expecting it.

“I guess so? God that sounds terrible. How prejudiced of me. Anyway, yes, I can swim. I love to swim actually, I grew up near the beach. I used to go snorkelling all the time when I was a kid. In that picture, I was on vacation with my friends. We were in the Corn Islands, off the coast of Nicaragua? In fact, it was my idea to go snorkelling. I nagged my friends about it for days, hired a fisherman to take us out there, the whole shebang. And then, the day of, I freaked out.”

“But I don’t get it. You’ve snorkelled loads of times before, what happened? Were there sharks of something?”

“Nope. Not even. I just couldn’t do it. Isn’t that nuts? To go from loving something to being incapable of doing it, overnight? Like one day your brain just goes, nope, not today.”

“Hmm. Well maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe something bad would have happened if you’d gone in the water.”

Sam grinned. “So you believe in fate?”

“Totally. You?”

“Yup.” Their eyes met then and he blushed. That’s three, thought Sam.

“So,” he said, “I need to learn how to swim and you need to overcome your sudden onset snorkelling phobia. We should…” He stopped, looking down at his plate.

“We should what?”

“Nothing. Should we call the waitress over? I’m starving.”

“Tell me what you were going to say.” She kicked him lightly under the table. 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. It didn’t fall back in place after he did this, like she thought it would. It stayed stuck up, in a million different directions. Sam liked it better that way. She would tell him that, months later. And he would let her style it for him, when she had the time before work. “I was going to say we should go on holiday. I’m embarrassed. Basically, my friends told me I tend to rush into things. That I freak women out by suggesting…by you know, making plans too early.”

Sam laughed. “That’s funny. My friends say I’m too slow to let people in. That I need to open up. Take more risks.”

“What unreliable friends we have.”

“So fickle.”

“Bullshit?”

“Total, grass-fed, free range, bullshit.” They grinned at each other again. There food came and they dug in. Sam ate fast, closing her eyes between bites and moaning slightly. They ate in near silence. He liked this, that they seemed focused on the food, on savouring each bite.

After their plates had been cleared away Sam went on, “It’s like I said earlier, you know? This whole thing, the dating thing, it’s so..ceremonial? You know? Like we’re obviously both looking for companionship, right?” She paused here, testing the waters, any sign of hesitation on his part and she’d change gears quick, head back into safe, first-date-banter territory. But he nodded eagerly, leaning forward slightly. “We sign up on this website where the explicit goal is to meet someone to spend the rest of your life with,” she went on, “and yet we go on date after date where we basically put forward this version of ourselves that’s nothing like the person we’ll actually be, should the relationship be successful. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s like false advertising.”

“Yes! Except, the weird paradox is that if you don’t go through the motions, play the game, dole out the bullshit, you’re less likely to get past the dating phase and into the comfortable relationship phase where you can drop this pretence. It’s like you have to pretend to not want what you want in order to get what you want.”

He sat back, thinking. The waitress came by and offered dessert, they both declined. After a beat he said, “Are you pretending right now?”

Sam laughed, then stopped, suddenly serious. This was an important question, and she wanted to answer honestly. “I don’t know. I don’t think so? But I know I want you to like me, so maybe I’m pretending a little bit.” She bit her lip, running her hands through her hair again. “Are you?”

“I think I’m always pretending. A little bit. Even when I’m by myself.” He hadn’t meant to say this. He’d planned to say “no”. He’d planned to tell her that he felt completely himself with her. Which was true. But it was also true that he never felt completely anything. Sam fidgeted in her seat. He sighed inwardly, regretting everything. “I’m sorry,” he said, “that got dark super fast.”

“No! It didn’t. I just really have to pee,” Sam said, laughing.

“Oh! Go ahead.” He watched her walk to the bathroom. The waitress dropped the bill. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. He wasn’t ready for the date to end but he wasn’t sure how to prolong it without seeming like he was just after sex. Plenty of these dates had led to sex before. And not much else after. Some had ended with awkward hugs, promises to meet again soon, only for the days to go by with neither party making the effort. He didn’t want that to happen with Sam. He just wanted to keep talking to her, to keep hearing her talk, as long as she wanted to. 

In the bathroom, Sam stood before the mirror and tried to flatten her bangs into submission. She resisted the urge to pick at a zit on her chin. She rummaged in her bag for gum and, finding none, rinsed her mouth out with a dollop of hand soap. She wanted to be kissed. She wasn’t sure if she wanted more than that but the kissing part she was sure about. She headed back to the table, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder before sitting. “Now for the worst part of the date,” she said, smiling.

“What do you mean?” he said, worried. He thought maybe she was going to break up with him, then he remembered this was a first date. 

“Paying the bill!” she said, grinning.

“Oh,” he said, sheepish, “I already took care of it. Is that ok?” Sam liked that he did this. Preordered wine, settled the bill. It wasn’t that she expected men to pay for everything, it was just nice not to have to coordinate for once. Her life was full of little chores, tiny decisions that had to be made moment to moment. How nice it was to not have to do that tonight. Soon, without realizing it, Sam would come to rely on this aspect of his personality. The way he double-checked they had their passports so she didn’t have to. The way he always paid for more parking than they needed, took care of the car insurance, watered the plants. She would fold her life into his bit by bit, until she couldn’t remember what it was like before him. But tonight, she didn’t know any of that. All she knew was that he was nice. 

“Yes. Thank you. I’ll get it next time though.”

“So there will be a next time?”

Sam looked at him for a moment. Then she held her hand out across the table, her pink finger extended. “We’re making a no bullshit pact right now,” she said.

He grinned and hooked his finger through hers. “Ok,” he said, “I do solemnly swear to always say what I mean.”

“As do I!”

“And right now I honestly am regretting not ordering dessert.”

Sam laughed. “Me too,” she said, biting her lip slightly she added, “I know this place that makes amazing cookies…”