#I’m thinking fairy lights on the beach

[scramjettracy]

TB One is available but only comes with pilot attached.

I will be your delivery boy but get your stinky polecat mitts off my bird.

Blades now???

Ugh, two whole new kits it is.

[aleskie]

CHRISTMAS CRAFTING (ft. Max Verstappen)

SUMMARY: You and Max make your own Christmas ornaments. Fun times ensue!

The Xmas Album Masterlist

Warnings: None :)) Just some christmas fluff!!

“Pass me the glue, please,” Max says, his eyes laser-focused on the red bulb in his hands, inspecting it for any imperfections. “And the sequins too.”

You smile and hand him the materials, watching with admiration as he carefully glues on sequins, each one placed with precision.

You’d suggested making a few ornaments for Christmas this year, thinking it would be a cute couple’s activity while Max was in his off-season. He’d agreed, albeit reluctantly. But in true overachiever fashion, he quickly got hooked, and now you’re surrounded by seven—no, maybe eight—Christmas tree ornaments, each one a tiny masterpiece, covered in glitter and bright colors. They were all crafted by you and your boyfriend. But mostly by him.

“I didn’t expect you to get so into this,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, abandoning your own ornament for the moment to watch him work. You can't help but smile at how absorbed he is, so focused and meticulous with every little detail.

“Neither did I,” he says, carefully adding a final touch of gold glitter to the ornament in his hands. His brow furrows in concentration as he watches the glitter settle, making sure every corner is covered. “But it’s fun.”

He inspects his work one last time, turning the ornament this way and that, as if searching for some small flaw. After a moment, he nods to himself, satisfied with the result, and gently places it down next to the others.

“And it makes you happy,” he adds, looking up at you with a small, playful smile. “So we’re both happy.”

You feel your heart warm at his words. There’s something undeniably sweet about how he’s embraced this whole thing, even if it wasn’t exactly his idea. The room feels cozier now, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the tiny, imperfect ornaments scattered around you, each one a symbol of this unexpected little tradition you’ve started.

You inch closer from where you're sitting on the floor, moving toward the crafts scattered near the Christmas tree, and take a moment to really appreciate what you've both created. Some of the ornaments are beautifully done—the pink and white one you made, covered in hearts, and the one Max crafted that resembles the Red Bull livery are definite standouts. 

But then there are others that could only be described as, well, creative nightmare fuel. Case in point: the glittery Grinch-themed ornament Max made, complete with the Grinch’s face while wearing a Santa suit. You can’t help but laugh when you see it, but your favorites are undoubtedly the ones you both worked on together—those themed after your three children, Jimmy, Sassy, and your newest baby: Donatello.

“I think you have a real future in handicrafts, Maxie,” you tease, grinning.

He chuckles, wiping a bit of glitter off his hands. “Maybe I do. I’ll quit my job, and we can start our own ornament business. What do you think?”

“Let’s save that for when you retire,” you smirk.

You both laugh, but as his eyes meet yours, there's a soft, genuine look in them that makes your heart skip a beat. The moment feels like it’s been suspended in time—simple, calm, and entirely just for the two of you.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says, taking your hand in his and gently intertwining your fingers. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you say, your heart tugging at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you feel even closer.

“No, but…” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “We don’t get to do stuff like this much over the season. I’m always training, or working, or doing sponsorships. We don’t get enough time.”

“We do a lot of fun things over the season,” you say gently, reassuring him. “We go boating, play on the beach…” You lift your hand, cupping his face, feeling the slight stubble on your palm. “I’m happy with grocery shopping with you and taking the cats to the vet and even just staying at home washing dishes or cleaning up.”

His lips twitch into a smile, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The quiet feels comfortable, like a space carved out just for the two of you.

You ruffle his hair affectionately as you rise to your feet, stretching slightly before picking up one of the ornaments. You glance at him, a playful spark in your eyes. “Why don’t we start hanging these up?”

Max grins, stretching as well before getting to his feet. “Yeah, let’s make our tree look more…unique.” He picks up a couple of ornaments, holding them up with a certain seriousness, inspecting them like they’re priceless treasures as he ponders where the best place to showcase them is.

As you start placing the first few on the tree, you can’t help but admire how your mismatched collection of creations is starting to come together. The ornaments, with their odd shapes and bright colors, make the tree feel uniquely yours, like it’s an extension of your relationship—full of little quirks and inside jokes.

Max hovers beside you, carefully hanging his Grinch ornament on a low branch. “I think this is the best one,” he says with a smirk, stepping back to admire it.

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s definitely…something,” you tease, but you can’t help but appreciate the effort he’s put into every piece, no matter how absurd some of them might look.

As the tree begins to fill with your handmade creations, you both step back to admire the results. There’s something so satisfying about it, like you’ve turned your shared time and effort into something tangible, a physical manifestation of your love.

“We should do this again next year,” he says, pulling you gently next to him as you both admire the collection on the tree.

You smile up at him. “And the year after that too?”

He grins, his arms slipping around you. “We’ll do it until all our ornaments are custom-made by us,” he says with a teasing smirk, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You laugh, your heart warm. “That sounds perfect.”

Max looks at you then, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper. His eyes linger for a moment longer than usual, and the air between you both seems to shift.

“With you, everything is,” he says quietly, his voice low, almost as if he’s speaking to himself, the words wrapped in sincerity and affection.

You lean into him, the world outside fading away, leaving only the soft glow of the Christmas lights twinkling around the ornaments you made, casting a warm light that seems to make them glow with life.

[enemiestolovershoe]

hii!! Do you think you write a kook!reader(but basically a pogue) x jj , where reader and jj are secretly dating but reader wants to meet the rest of the pogues, jj’s not ready so they have a slight argument about that during midsummers and that scene when jj runs away and calls the pogues to go to the bonfire place (don’t remeber what’s its called), he ‘forgets’ to call the reader aswell, making her end up feeling sad and after that finally they talk about their relationship and reader meets the pogues… sorry if this is random.. i just thought about it

Crossed Tides

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: JJ and Kook!Reader argue when she wants to meet his friends.

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: not proofread, rushed

A/N: I know this is rushed but I just can‘t bring myself to write properly about JJ. I‘m fucking grieving about a fictional character. So if this sucks I‘m so fucking sorry :(

The Midsummers gala was in full swing. Guests glided across the lawn in a sea of pristine whites and blues, sipping drinks and laughing beneath strings of fairy lights. But you stood on the edge of it all, nervously twisting the hem of your dress between your fingers, watching the crowd for one familiar face: JJ.

He’d been distant tonight, showing up late and barely saying two words to you. You’d been secretly dating for months, always meeting at the docks or hidden stretches of beach, anywhere away from the sharp gaze of both the Kooks and the Pogues. But tonight, that distance felt different, like there was something he wasn’t telling you.

You spotted him at the bar, leaning back with his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the crowd as he downed a drink. Taking a deep breath, you walked over, determined to get some answers.

“JJ,” you said, softly but firmly as you placed a hand on his arm. He flinched slightly, then turned to look at you, his usual mischievous smile nowhere to be found.

“Oh, hey.” His voice was clipped, and he looked over your shoulder, as if already searching for a way out.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice quiet but unwavering. “Really talk?”

He sighed, setting his glass down and rubbing the back of his neck. “About what?”

“About us,” you replied. “I want to meet your friends, JJ. I want to be part of that part of your life. We’ve been sneaking around for months now, and I feel like… I don’t know, like I’m just some secret you’re embarrassed about.”

JJ’s face fell, but his jaw tightened defensively. “It’s not about being embarrassed.”

“Then what’s it about?” You kept your gaze steady, even though your heart was pounding. “I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just these hidden moments. I want to meet the people who matter to you. I want to know them, and I want them to know me.”

JJ’s eyes darkened, his frustration evident as he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just… complicated, alright?”

“How is it complicated, JJ?” you asked, your voice softening. “I know you. I know that you’re not just some Pogue or some label. I don’t care about any of that Kook-Pogue division. I’m here because I care about you.”

He looked down, his fingers fiddling with his bracelet. “They wouldn’t understand.”

“Why not? Because I’m a Kook?” you pressed, hurt creeping into your tone. “JJ, you know that’s just a label to me. I’m not… I’m not one of them. I’m not my family.”

JJ’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his defenses cracking for just a moment. But then, just as quickly, he pulled back again, a hard edge in his voice. “It’s not about you. It’s about them. They’re my family. They’re the only real family I’ve got, and I don’t want anything messing that up.”

Your chest tightened at his words, a mixture of sadness and frustration bubbling up. “So I’d just… mess things up? That’s what you’re saying?”

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, clearly struggling to put his feelings into words. Before he could say anything else, someone brushed past you, nearly spilling a drink on your dress, breaking the tension.

JJ took a step back, running a hand through his hair again. “I… I just need some air, alright?”

Before you could respond, he turned and walked off, disappearing into the crowd.

Hours passed, and the night grew quieter. The gala began to wind down, and you found yourself waiting on the steps, watching each group of guests leave, hoping JJ might come back. You checked your phone repeatedly, but there was no word from him.

You tried not to let it hurt. He was probably with his friends now, probably didn’t even think to call you. But deep down, you knew you couldn’t just keep ignoring this. Something had to change.

Meanwhile, JJ had wandered off, his feet taking him almost automatically to the Boneyard. The familiar glow of the bonfire greeted him, and he felt his shoulders relax a little as he spotted John B., Pope, and Kiara laughing together. Here, with them, he didn’t have to think about labels or boundaries; he was just himself, just JJ.

“Yo, JJ!” John B. called, waving him over. “What are you doing here, man? I thought you were busy with all those rich people tonight.”

JJ forced a grin as he joined them. “Yeah, needed a break from all that. Figured you guys were a little more my style.

Pope raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? That why you’ve been disappearing on us every other night?”

JJ chuckled, trying to play it off. “You know me, man, always got something going on.”

Kiara gave him a knowing look. “Or someone?”

JJ’s grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, shrugging it off. “Maybe, maybe not.”

But as the night wore on and the fire began to die down, his mind kept drifting back to you. To the hurt in your eyes when he’d brushed you off, the way you’d tried so hard to be understanding. Guilt twisted in his chest, and he knew he couldn’t keep hiding this forever.

He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over your name in his contacts, but something held him back. What if they didn’t get it? What if his worlds just couldn’t mix?

He ended up putting his phone away without calling you.

The next morning, you decided you couldn’t wait any longer. You went down to the docks, hoping you’d catch him there. The salty air was cool against your skin as you waited, watching the horizon until you finally saw him approach.

JJ looked surprised to see you, hesitating before stepping closer, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and uncertain.

“Hey,” you replied, studying his face. You could see the shadows under his eyes, the way he looked like he hadn’t slept much. “We need to talk.”

He nodded, glancing down. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. “JJ, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being just this… secret. I want more than stolen moments. I want to be part of your life, all of it.”

He swallowed, looking away. “I get it. And… you’re right. You deserve more than that.”

“Then why won’t you let me in?” you asked, voice soft but steady. “What are you so afraid of?”

JJ hesitated, then looked up, his eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m afraid of losing them. They’re everything to me. I don’t want to do anything to mess that up. And… I don’t want to lose you, either.”

You softened, reaching out to take his hand. “JJ, you won’t lose them. And you won’t lose me. You don’t have to choose.”

He held your gaze, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he seemed to weigh his options. After a long moment, he sighed, a small, resigned smile tugging at his lips.

“Alright,” he said finally. “Let’s go meet the Pogues.”

Later that day, you and JJ headed down to the Cut, where John B., Pope, and Kiara were lounging on the HMS Pogue. As JJ led you over, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of nerves, but his hand was warm in yours, steadying you.

John B. noticed you first, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked between you and JJ. “Whoa, JJ, you brought a guest?”

JJ cleared his throat, squeezing your hand. “Uh… everyone, this is (Y/N).”

Kiara raised an eyebrow, smirking. “So, this is the girl you’ve been sneaking off with.”

You blushed, but her smile was genuine, and she waved you over. “Come on, there’s plenty of room.”

Pope grinned, offering you a seat beside him, and John B. patted the edge of the boat. “Welcome to the crew,” he said, shooting you a wink.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the weight on your heart finally lift as you took your place among the Pogues, hand in hand with JJ. And for the first time, you felt like you truly belonged by his side.

[miffysrambles]

haiii!! Thisbis my first time doing a request and im actually embarassed and prob u gonna decline it and find me weird and and- jdkgjwlej (overthinking rn)

Let me breathe before saying the embarassing request-

Could i request an Moon Goddess Reader x Wukong? (The design for reader inspired on Moonlight cookie :33 I'M A FAN FOR HER AND SEA FAIRY-) like some sun and moon stuff? It can be romantic and how they met for first time! It can be headcanons or anything you want

Again- sorry for the request im just so nervous and embarassed.

-Ander :3

[HELLO FELLOW COOKIE RUN FAN !!! it's not embarrassing at all, it's a very cute prompt !!]

[NOT PROOFREAD BC I AM TIRED]

Wukong with a Moon Goddess S/O

Wukong had first met you when you landed on one of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Your impact caused quite a crash, being able to be heard from his hut with all the monkeys nearby freaking out from the loud noise. 

Wukong immediately went to check it out, holding an arm out in defense of the small simians behind him when he saw your form slowly sit up on the sand below you. 

When he saw it was a deity, he kept his guard up of course but something about you was just so… alluring?

He couldn't keep his eyes off your features as he slowly walked towards you, bending down to gently help you up. 

“Hey, you ok there?” His voice spoke lowly to you as you turned around, and it was like love at first sight if you could believe it!

He felt a boom in his chest as his eyes met yours, he swore he could see beyond the cosmos in your (eye-colored) pools.

Once you explained you were a moon goddess and you accidentally landed here from your magic, he decided he was gonna help ya!

Over the next few months, you stayed with Wukong on FFM (despite you could easily get back home, you two were just too curious about one another) and you two hit it off quite well. Whether it was telling each other stories or just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company. 

He also found your powers and magic kinda funny, it was like the complete opposite of his, just like you.

He was the light and you were the night after all. 

Despite being so different, you balanced each other quite well, you were softspoken and calm while he was just the complete opposite of that.

He loves to take you on his cloud, you both would fly through the sky and land at a random spot to star gaze.

He loved it when you talked about the cosmos, you were so passionate about them and he could listen to you talking about them for hours.

Stargazing on a random cliffside was actually the place he decided to confess, despite being the self proclaimed great sage he was BEYOND nervous.

Although it had only been about a year since you landed on FFM, he knew this was genuine love especially since he had been alive for so long.

He decided just to go for it.

Hey if you reject him, he’ll just go into hiding on Flower Fruit Mountain somewhere for the rest of eternity, easy peasy!

Wukong took a breath as he gently grabbed your face, taking your attention away from the night sky to him.

A warm smile spread across his face as he took ahold of your hands in his. 

“Hey starshine, I’m not really experienced with this sort of thing. But, I think we should take this to the next level if ya know what I mean… Because I LIKE like ya. So, what do ya say?”

Of course, you liked him as well giving him a kiss in response.

"Sorry I should have asked... Is that ok?"

A big goofy smile spread across Wukong's face as he scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours under the cool glow of the moon.

"Of course, that's ok moonlight, it's always ok for you to do that. In fact, you should do it again."

[imtryingbuck]

Reflections

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus-size fem!Reader

Summary: You don’t like your reflection but Bucky makes sure you know how beautiful you are

Word count: 671

Warnings: body hate (EVERY BODY IS PERFECT) sad reader, perfect Bucky.

Masterlist

Your eyes trailed the light purple lines mapping your stomach and arms with disgust. The sight of your stomach makes you wish you could rip it off and throw it in the trash. 

Your eyes shift from your reflection to the photos hanging from the fairy lights that you hung up. The images of you and Bucky smiling, photos of you and your friends happy and carefree were mocking you, you were sure of it.

The one photo of you and Bucky, with his arm around your waist with huge, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, standing on the soft sand at the beach you both went to - you couldn’t help but cringe at yourself wearing a swimsuit. You remember how happy and proud Bucky looked seeing you in that swimsuit, he was so determined to get you to wear it. Over and over again he told you how stunning you looked. You remember how happy you were.

Now you stand in front of the mirror wondering where that happiness and self-love went.

You couldn’t understand why Bucky was with you when he could have anyone else, someone that wasn’t overweight, someone that didn’t have stretch marks on most parts of her body. 

It had been three years since you two got together and while you’re happy and felt comfortable with and around Bucky you just can’t help but question - why is he with you?

Bucky’s just finished in the shower, he watches you from the doorway with a towel snug tight around his waist.

His heart does a double take at you standing there in matching underwear, he’s truly never seen of a more beautiful sight. He leans against the door with a small smile on his face as he admires you, like he does everyday.

Then that smile drops along with his stomach. There’s tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/n, baby what’s wrong?” His feet can’t move fast enough towards you.

“N-nothing”

“You’re crying.”

“It’s fine babe, let’s get dressed” You try and move away from him.

“Again, you’re crying.”

“Buck-“

“Baby please just talk to me! I hate seeing you crying”

“It-it doesn’t matter I promise I’m fine”

Wrapping his hand around your arm he gently tugs you towards the bed, he sits and pulls you onto his lap. “Talk. To. Me”

“Can I ask you something?” You ask.

“Of course doll”

“Why are you with me?” The words come out as a whisper.

“W-what?”

“Why are you with me Bucky?”

“Because I love you” He’s says without hesitation.

“But why?” You try and pull away but his arms tighten around you.

“Because my love you’re my happiness, my joy, my heart, my soul and mind. I love everything about you, from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes and every part in between” he ends each statement with a kiss, darting around your face “And baby you’re so beautiful, so God damn beautiful”

The waterfall of tears wouldn’t stop. Even with his words of affection you just couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“I’m fat Bucky, you shouldn’t be with m-“

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up and go to the mirror”

Doing as he says, you walk over to the mirror. He follows, standing behind you.

Placing his large hands on your belly “This belly? Perfection” His hands then trail to your thighs “These…” A deep groan slips from his mouth “these thighs baby, perfection” His fingers slowly slide up your sides tickling you as they go “your arms, perfection.”

Resting his head on your shoulder he smiles “you are perfect baby, I don’t care what anyone says or what you think. I love every inch of you, I worship the ground you walk on”

“Buck I-I… really?”

“Really my beautiful” A mischievous smirk pulls on his lips “Why don’t I take you to bed and show you how much I love you?”

You release a squeal of laughter as he picks you up and takes you to bed.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[sage-lights]

this love’s possessing me

word count: 2085 Amanda unknowingly starts to tiptoe the line and now Angela wants all in. (as always, a huge thank you to @babychosen for being my sounding board and helping me workshop different ideas!)

Normally, Angela isn’t one to spend her Friday nights at a kitschy beach bar. It feels horribly cliche living in Los Angeles. But when Erin came barrelling into the office Monday morning raving about a small bar she found with Vida that past weekend, it undoubtedly piqued Angela’s interest. She’s gone out on the weekends with Erin enough times to know that her friends are particular about what she deems a place worth recommending to others.

Later that week, during their lunch break, the topic comes up again. Angela is sitting with Arasha, chatting idly about random topics when Arasha starts talking about how she went out a while ago with Fabian and Rowan.

“Are you talking about that tiny place in Venice?” Angela asks, holding a fork-full of food mid-air.

Arasha lights up, “Yeah, have you been?”

“No, but I think Erin’s been talking about the same place earlier this week.”

As if the sound of her name summoned her, Erin plops down at their table, “What about me?”

“Remember that beach bar you were telling us about? ‘Rash’s been too,” says Angela.

“Oh my god, no way!” Erin turns to Arasha, “What are you doing Friday night? You’ve gotta help me convince them to come.”

Arasha laughs, “Don’t worry, Tommy’s already in. He said, and I quote, ‘There’s no way that place is actually good, I’ve gotta go!’ And I’m pretty sure Court and Shayne will be down to come too!”

They look at Angela expectantly.

“Oh, um, I don’t know guys…”

“Come on! You’ve been so busy it’s been a while since you’ve had a night out with us,” pleads Erin.

Arasha nods, “It’ll be fun, I promise. The cocktails are cheap and not shitty. And I’m sure I can get Chanse to come with as well.”

“And it’s got karaoke,” Erin cheekily adds, her voice laced with a sing-songy quality.

In the same way Erin gets summoned by someone saying her name, Amanda is bound to appear the moment someone mentions karaoke.

“Karaoke where?” Doesn’t matter, I’m already in,” Amanda takes a seat right next to Angela. Almost like it’s on instinct, Amanda leans back and drapes her arm around Angela’s shoulders. “You’re coming too, right Ang?”

She groans, “Ugh, fine. Count me in.”

Which is how Angela found herself drinking sugary cocktails garnished with brightly colored paper umbrellas and a variety of tropical fruit slices. The bar was decked out in fairy lights and tiki decor.

Her friends were all scattered about the crowded space—Tommy and Chanse were chatting (more like flirting, if she was being honest) with the bartenders, Courtney and Arasha were waiting eagerly near the karaoke stage for their turn to sing a duet, and the rest of the group were talking and laughing loudly at a couple tables near the back.

Angela raises her glass to her lips and is disappointed to find she’s already finished her drink. There’s a pleasant buzz that courses through her, but it’s not prominent enough for her liking. If she’s going to let loose tonight, then she’s going to let loose.

Wandering over to the counter, she sidles up next to Tommy and Chanse, props her elbow to lean against the counter, and sets down her empty glass.

“Do you guys do a dirty martini here?” she asks.

Chanse rolls his eyes, “Of course they do, Ang. This is a bar.”

“I don’t know! What if they only do, like, tropical themed drinks here?”

Tommy snickers, “You’d think she snuck in here or something. It’s like she’s never been to a bar before.”

“Get off my back!” Angela faces the amused bartender, deciding to make him an ally if her friends are going to turn on her. ���I’d like to personally apologize for any bullshit you’ve had to endure talking to my two idiot friends. They’re the absolute worst.”

“Hey!” Chanse yells indignantly.

The bartender chuckled, wiping condensation from his hands before reaching for her empty glass, “I’ll get you that dirty martini.”

“Thank you! Hey, do you want to be my new best friend? I’m currently taking applications to replace these two!” shouts Angela, to which Chanse slaps her arm, a little harder than he intended. He winces.

She pouts, “Ow, what the fuck?”

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy shakes his head lovingly, “you two are ridiculous.”

Angela opens her mouth, about to retort when she’s cut off by Amanda magically appearing to her right side.

“What are you guys going tucked away over here?”

“There was a really cute bartender that Angela just scared away,” Chanse tries to point subtly at the man now on the far side pouring the martini from a silver shaker.

Amanda sneaks a glance over Tommy’s shoulder, “Oh, he is cute!”

“Shhh! You’re being too obvious, Amanda!” scolds Chanse.

She ignores him, laughing. “So, who’s going home with his number?”

“Oh no, I’m too busy to date right now. Plus, he’s so not my type,” clarifies Tommy, “I’m just trying to wingman for Chanse tonight.”

“How’s it going? Have you guys gotten anywhere?” Amanda prods.

The boys launch straight into recounting every single second of their conversation with the bartender from the moment they said hello. Angela smiles and nods along, occasionally lobbing insults (that lacked any real fire behind them) at Chanse.

At some point during the conversion—Angela’s not entirely sure when it happened—Amanda snakes her hand around Angela’s waist and shifts her weight onto one leg, leaning further into Angela’s personal space. She’s close enough that Angela could feel the warmth radiating from her skin and the faint brush of Amanda’s breath against her neck.

It’s been happening more often recently. An arm slung around Angela’s shoulders, a hand on her waist, a caressing thumb over her knuckles. All these little touches that make Angela’s heart skip. Amanda has never been one to shy away from physical touch and the touches are innocent enough to be friendly, but they linger just long enough to make her hope for something more.

Not that Angela’s complaining. It’s just…interesting. In the dimly lit room and with her cheeks already flushed a little rosy from the alcohol, she’s just hoping no one will clock the way her body heats up more as Amanda slowly runs her fingers up and down her side.

This happened to be one of the rare nights Angela wore a crop top, giving Amanda’s hand direct contact with her skin. The touch of her fingers on Angela’s bare skin sent a jolt through her, like a live wire sparking with each stroke leaving her a little more breathless.

Angela swears there was something about the way Amanda is stroking her that made her feel even drunker.

“Hello? Earth to Angela!”

She blinks, registering Chanse’s waving hand in front of her face.

“Sorry, I must’ve zoned out for a second. What were you saying?”

“We’ve got to cut her off after this drink,” jokes Tommy, attempting to reach over and gingerly take Angela’s martini glass from her hand. She snatches her hand back.

“Guy, I’m fine. I swear. I’ve barely had anything to drink.”

“We’ll, as a first time drinker, you’ve got to take it slow,” Chanse mocks.

“Shut up!” Angela returns his earlier favor, and wacks his arm back.

“Okay, that actually hurt, bitch.”

“Your bitch count is at four today, bitch!”

“Whatever,” tsks Chanse before redirecting his attention back to the conversation they were previously having, leaving Angela glad that they didn’t keep questioning her about what she was thinking about.

Angela’s mind drifts again, her attention slowly returning when she feels something tickling her side. At first, she thought it was the tag of her shirt, so she wiggles around trying to slightly jostle it into a new position. But the prickling sensation travels lower and lower, and oh.

Amanda’s hand has made its way into the back pocket of her jeans. Amanda’s hand is in her pocket.

It’s not like Amanda is acting inappropriately (if anything about this situation can even be considered “appropriate”); she’s not squeezing Angela’s ass or anything. Her hand is just there. Firm, but not moving. Warm, undoubtedly noticeable, and, as much as Angela doesn’t want to admit it, comforting.

She looks up wide eyed, searching for some kind of acknowledgement in Amanda’s eyes. Luckily, Amanda catches Angela staring at her and it’s like this bubble that they’re in has burst because she suddenly realized exactly where her hand has wandered.

The moment that Angela feels Amanda try to pull away, she reaches behind her and holds Amanda’s hand there.

“Ang—,” Amanda begins.

Angela leans in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper, “I like it when you touch me like that.” The words come out before she can stop herself, a quiet confession buried under the noise of the bar.

Amanda stares, dazed. And blinks. Oh, she’s actually serious about this. Carefully, she slips her hand fully back into Angela’s pocket. Only then does Angela loosen her vice grip on her wrist.

Chanse is thankfully none the wiser, still babbling on about the bartender. Tommy, on the other hand, notices how stiff Amanda now seems. They lock eyes and he slowly lowers his gaze to where Amanda’s hand is buried.

He raises an eyebrow and mouths, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” she replies silently, though she can tell that Tommy isn’t even a little bit convinced. He’s about to ask again, but Amanda shakes her head, telling him to drop it.

But, he doesn’t.

“I’ve been standing way too long. We should join everyone because I need to take a seat,” announces Tommy.

Chanse shrugs and follows, leaving Angela and Amanda alone in silence. They don’t say anything as Amanda removes her hand, and this time, Angela doesn’t stop her.

“Well, I should probably get going,” she mutters, rubbing the back of her neck, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of Amanda’s touch.

“Come say ‘bye’ to everyone at least?” Amanda asks, voice gentle, her eyes searching Angela’s face.

“Say ‘bye’ for me,” Angela pulls out her phone and taps the screen, “My UberEats is about to get to my house anyways.”

“Of course it is. I’ll walk you out.”

They stop by the curb, standing in the soft glow of a streetlamp, and Angela sighs. Outside, the night air hits Angela like a wave, cool and refreshing compared to the stuffy warmth inside.

It’s sobering, but not enough to dim the electric current between them. Her pulse quickens, heat blooming in her chest as she thinks about Amanda’s touch, her warmth, and before she can stop herself, the words spill out.

“You should come home with me,” her words slurred but sincere. It’s vulnerable, though there’s an obvious desire that burns in her eyes as well.

Amanda’s lips part as if she’s going to say yes, but she hesitates and sighs, “Angela…I want to. Trust me, I do. But…”

Angela frowns, confused, her heart sinking at the rejection. “But?”

Amanda strokes Angela’s cheek gently, her thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair. “You’ve been drinking, and I…I’m not sure what this all means yet.”

The words land heavily between them, leaving Angela speechless. Behind her, she hears a car pull up and hears the driver call her name.

Amanda presses a soft kiss to Angela’s forehead, her lips lingering just a moment longer than they should. The tenderness in the kiss tells Angela everything—there’s something there, but Amanda’s not ready to face it. The warmth of it lingers, though it only deepens the ache in Angela’s chest, the unanswered question of where they stand hanging heavy between them.

“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, okay?” she opens the door for Angela to climb in.

“Good night, ‘Manda.”

“Good night, honey.”

Through the window, Angela watches as Amanda grows smaller in the distance until it’s just a tiny shadow that walks back into the bar alone.

She turns to look out the window, catching one last glimpse of Amanda, her figure bathed in a soft glow. There’s something painfully beautiful about the sight, but it only makes Angela’s chest tighten.

As the car pulls away, Amanda grows smaller and smaller until she’s just a tiny shadow that walks back into the bar alone.

(About an hour later, Amanda checks her phone and sees a selfie of Angela and Spork sitting on her bed with a bowl of pasta in her lap. She smiles and double taps the image.)

[bigtreefest]

Essie’s Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration!!

I can’t believe it, but I’ve hit 300 followers! Thank you so much for everyone who has helped me get here and all the encouragement and love you’ve shown me. You have no idea how much it means💗 *please excuse the terrible graphic that I made on my lunch break. I tried, I swear. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🤷🏻‍♀️

For the occasion, I’m hosting a writing event! I’d love for you, yes you! to join in the celebration!! I know what you’re thinking: ‘well Essie, how do I do that?’ Let me tell you!!

Gather up all the sweet, summer vibes you can muster, along with one or multiple of the prompts listed below, and write a fic! Prompts and rules below!

Prompts:

*feel free to adjust them accordingly to work better in your fic

- pick your favorite summer song and use it to inspire your fic (optional, and very much not necessary, but encouraged. I love the songs of summer)

Scenarios:

- a character gets a sunburn

- someone lost their bathing suit in the ocean/pool

- a popsicle dripping down someone’s skin

- sand. Sand everywhere.

- beach games got a little too rough

- reading and someone gets the book wet

- putting a flower behind their ear

- babe is a surfer

- watching a sunrise/sunset together

- a long drive together

- putting sunscreen on one another

- rain spoils your summer outdoor plans

- bonfire

- catching fireflies

Quotes:

- “it hurts when I _____” “then stop doing that”

- “I wore this purposely because I thought the tan line would drive you crazy.”

- “what do you mean you didn’t pack snacks?”

- “here, you can share with me”

- “aw man, that was the last one”

- “I’ve got something else you can lick”

- “ew, gross. That’s not what I thought would happen today”

- “who thought a place with mosquitoes was a good idea?”

- “yeah. I know” “I didn’t mean I was hot in that way”

- “you know that one’s my favorite”

- “we’re not supposed to be in here” / “not here”

- “why’s it…sticky?”

Kinks:

- praise

- size

- daddy

- equal partnership? That’s my kink.

- breeding

- oooo! hand

- public sex/trying not to get caught

- overstimulation

Tropes:

- friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- hurt/comfort

- last summer together before going separate ways🥺

- vacation fling cut short by having to go home

Environments:

- beach

- pool

- lake house

- ice cream shop/stand

- inside in the ac

- a bar

- resort/hotel

- out on the water/ in a boat

Rules/How to Play:

- Character/love interest must be a CE babe/Bucky (no other Seb babes, however you may be able to make a case for boedecker or destroyer Chris)

- No deeply dark themes, including noncon, murder and death, toilet stuff, incest, or anything you think would be too intense for my poor heart. Dubcon, stepcest, and soft!dark are allowable if you just keep it light and find it necessary, but use your discretion please

- Posts should be at least 300 words, with no upper limit! Please us a ‘read more’ past 150

- fics should be stand-alone. If they are part of a series, they should be able to be read alone.

- tag me @bigtreefest and put the tags #essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #summer lovin’ celebration and #essie’s 300 follower special so I can reblog you and add your fic to the Masterlist!!

- be inclusive and considerate!!

- make/write as many posts as you’d like!

- this will run from Sunday, July 13 to Wednesday, July 31, 2024. Late entries will be accepted through the end of summer.

- happy writing and thank you for celebrating with me!!

Tagging those who interacted with my post gauging interest, but all are welcome to join!!

@stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr @ronearoundblindly @witchywithwhiskey @thezombieprostitute @darsynia @jesevans @navybrat817 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @brandycranby @universitypenguin @gone-to-fight-the-fairies @delicatebarness @biteofcherry @dreamtinblackandwhite @levans44

[lovelyatomicpeace]

Insecurities

Some problems during the marriage

Hawkins was in the middle of his estate, the heat enveloped everything like a hug and the sounds of laughter mixed with the smell of barbecues. Steve and Y/N’s wedding had been a celebration of joy, where friends danced as if time didn’t matter, and the promises made mixed with toasts. The bright lights hanging outside their small house had created a magical atmosphere; everything seemed perfect.

The first months of marriage had been a whirlwind of emotions. The honeymoon, spent among the golden beaches of the French Riviera, had given Y/N the feeling of being in the world of fairy tales. The two abandoned themselves to days made of explorations, laughter and confessions under the stars. But it must be admitted that the weeks before the wedding with Steve, the excitement had been accompanied by a subtrail of frustration and anxiety. Preparations were progressing, but there was a shadow that stretched over every happy moment: Steve’s mother in whose words there was a sense of disapproval that seemed to weigh like a boulder on her heart.

The first meeting took place when both of Steve’s parents decided to visit Y/N’s house, where they would both settle down, to discuss the details of the wedding

“Y/N, can we talk for a moment?” He asked suddenly, interrupting Y/N’s thoughts.

Y/N nodded, moving to follow Steve’s mother into the bedroom, leaving father and son in the living room alone. Once the door was closed, the lady turned to her “I have to be honest with you, Y/N. I don’t think you’re the right person for Steve,” he began, his voice lowered. “He is a sensitive boy, he needs someone who knows how to manage a house, who can create a harmonious family environment. I’m not sure you can do it.”

Y/N felt the world collapse on her. “But...”

“It’s not that I don’t accept you, Y/N. But family is a serious commitment. There are responsibilities, dedication, and if you can’t guarantee certain things... then maybe you should rethink all this,” he continued pressing without letting you explain

“Steve deserves better. You’re not able to manage a house, but I think having a family is too much for you,” some simple words that, like shards of glass, had been fixed in his mind S/N tried to chase away those rumors, to live in the present, but sometimes doubts were insnaked like snakes in his thoughts. leaving the room once finished. After that day, Steve’s mother’s words rumbled in his mind like a mantra. She had never been that perfect girl, but she had always thought she could do it. But what would Steve have thought? What if his mother was right?

One morning, while Steve was getting ready to go to work, Y/N decided to show him that he was really trying to take his place as a wife. “Today I want to try to cook something for dinner,” he announces with a forced smile. Steve looked at her with those sweet eyes that had conquered her. “Do you need help?” He asked, but Y/N shook his head with determination, making a gesture with his hand to move him away.

“No, I want to do it alone!”

While he was leaving, Y/N ventured into the kitchen. It wasn’t exactly a place where he felt comfortable, but that day he wanted to try to turn his dreams of a family into reality. He decided to prepare a lemon chicken, a dish he had seen in an online cooking video.

Things didn’t go as he hoped. The chicken had become a nightmare mess: the marinade had been excessive, the lemon too sour. When Steve served him, his smile became a little forced, but he looked at her with affection. “Love, hats off to courage,” he said. His gentle laugh was mixed with the terror that he was taking possession of Y/N.

Thus began his series of attempts. One day, I decided to wash my clothes. It shouldn’t have been difficult. But the colors mixed, and the only result was a shocking pink Steve T-shirt that, before, was white. When he came home and found her crying in front of the washing machine, he just hugged her. “Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s just a dress. It’s remedied” But inside, Y/N feared that it wasn’t just a dress.

Each incident seemed to confirm the words of Steve’s mother. “Are you able to manage a future? A son? A house?” The sentences rumbled, igniting irrational anxieties. And Steve’s laughter, which made the situation all the lighter in his eyes, seemed to hurt her further. Was it just allowing him to be disappointed?

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Every time T/N tried to prove to Steve how capable he was, he came home disappointed, with a heavy heart. His self-esteem was slowly crumbling, and the fear of not being up to it turned into an oppressive presence. That presence followed her to Hawkins, among friends and parties, like a tireless shadow.

One day, decided to organize a surprise dinner with friends for Steve’s birthday, with the intention of proving that she could be a good wife. He spent hours preparing an elaborate meal, but when his friends arrived, the kitchen was in a disastrous state. The steaks were burnt, and the dessert was a disaster. Yet, seeing Steve’s face light up with attention, it was impossible for her not to feel a little ridiculous and, at the same time, a little proud.

“You clearly put your heart into this,” he said, caressing her arm. Y/N couldn’t hide his smile.

“But don’t you understand? I’m not capable! I only did disasters,” replied the trembling voice.

With his hands on Y/N’s shoulder, Steve looks into her eyes, letting the silences speak. “It’s not the perfection I love about you. It’s your spontaneity, your ability to make us laugh even in the midst of chaos. You are part of that life I want to build, and you will do it well, even when you don’t feel it.”

It was at that moment that Y/N understood that failures did not define its value. Love wasn’t perfect, and neither was life as a couple. There was growth, pain and, above all, a lot of fertility. There were days when she would be tired, and days when the world would seem oppressive, but it was all part of being a family.

The kitchen remained a battlefield, but in their hearts, love grew, ready to embrace all the imperfections of life.

[cal-flakes]

reader x dealer rafe! watching the stars while high

╰┈➤ star gazing with dealer!rafe

warnings: mentions of drug use, swearing.

summary: dealer!rafe finds maybank!reader stargazing on the beach by herself.

“yo bare, you seen y/n?” rafe called, nodding towards his friend. looking up, barry chuckled, beginning to notice rafe’s infatuation with the pogue. “she went off that way, she’s high as shit man..” he laughed, winking at rafe as he sighed.

nodding in acknowledgment, rafe followed the direction of barry’s hand, feeling a slight chill as he moved away from the bonfire.

his head turned as he stumbled along the beach, his feet not so steady on the sand. the coast was just about empty, aside from her small figure in the distance, the only light being the end of her joint.

nearing her relaxed frame, the corner of his mouth threatened a smile as his eyes met hers. “hey rafe..” she smiled sweetly, eyes fluttering between open and closed.

he watched in awe as he cheeks hollowed slightly while she smoked, the same smoke exiting through her plump lips.

“why are you all the way down here, by yourself?” he asked, his head tilting when her glassy eyes reflected the moonlight. “hmm, i dunno, i think i just prefer the peace and quiet..” she sighed, falling back to lean on her elbows.

she was nothing like her brother, well, for the most part. sure, she enjoyed a bit of weed, the odd party etc, but she wasn’t obnoxious and social the way he was, y/n maybank was much more reserved, to rafe’s surprise.

he didn’t know her amazingly well, though they had known of eachother their whole lives. that’s just how it is living on an island, everyone knows everyone.

“you mind if i sit?” he asked, almost tripping over his feet as he gestured to the empty space next to her. “not at all, go ahead”

nodding, he situated himself next to her, facing the ocean while his arms rested on top of his knees. “want some?”

he smiled, taking the joint from her hand before mimicking her own actions, inhaling and exhaling smoothly before stubbing it out in the sand.

he watched as she lay back into the sand, the hood of the huge jumper protecting her hair from getting sandy. “you know, rafe cameron, you’re not as bad as people say you are..” she hummed, her eyes scanning across the clear night sky.

cocking an eyebrow, he mimicked her actions but turned to face her. “is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“well i’m just saying, we both know my brother hates you, but i don’t really understand why” she chuckled slightly, it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. he hummed in response, turning back to look at the same sky.

“look! a shooting star! quick- make a wish!” she beamed, pointing lazily at the bright light flirting across. they sniggered as they both closed their eyes, childishly making a wish.

“what’d you wish for?” he asked curiously. her mouth fell open in feigned shock for a second, swatting his chest playfully. “it won’t come true if i tell you!”

“i’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours..” he smirked, propping himself up face her once again. his eyes scanned her features, admiring the way her glossy lips glistened under the light of the moon and how her lashes fluttered when she blinked.

“hmm, deal” she giggled, rolling onto her side to look at him. “i wish for a treehouse” his brows furrowed in confusion at her words. “a treehouse?”

“not just any treehouse, a special one. one full of books i love, and fairy lights, and blankets, ooh! and a record player, and maybe even a rolling station!” she gushed, fidgeting with her fingers and a sudden wave of vulnerability washed over her.

“why do you want a treehouse so badly?” he laughed, still not satisfied with her answer.

“well, when i was younger, i used to beg my dad to build me one, everyday i’d ask him about it, and everyday he promised he’d buy the plasterboards on the weekend, but he never did. eventually, jj started building me one, when we were about 14, but the project just got abandoned, i suppose he’s too busy these days anyways..”

rafe felt his chest tighten as the sadness in her voice became more obvious, and her fidgeting fingers danced around the hem of her hoodie. “anyways, moving on, what’s your wish?” she asked, quickly glazing over the fact that she’d just opened up to rafe cameron.

“oh, umm, well..i wish, to take you on a date..” he sighed, smiling sheepishly. “a date?” she beamed as shock settled over her brows. “you, rafe cameron, are asking me, a pogue, on a date?” she shrieked, giggling.

“hmm, when you put it that way, i guess not” he joked, amused at her offended stare. “i’m joking, yes, of course i do”

y/n felt slightly skeptical for a moment, she liked rafe, weirdly enough she enjoyed his company, but she couldn’t help but think about all the things her brother had said about him.

“look, i know. i know your brother’s probably told you horror stories about me, but just give me a chance to prove that i’m nothing like he says i am..”

nodding, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “okay, sure..”

“tomorrow at eight o’clock?”

“tomorrow at eight o’clock it is”

giggling, they fell back onto the sand once more, their hands slightly grazing one another’s as they lay there contently.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

childhood friends to lovers

words: 800

“how is he so handsome?” you rest your chin against your hand, admiring rafe from the second story balcony as he climbs back onto the yacht, hair wet and body dripping with sea water.

wheezie makes a face, “stop, that’s my brother!”

you laugh and look away that way rafe doesn’t realize you’ve been eyeing him, admiring his muscles. “sorry, wheeze.”

“you just need to screw already.” wheezie comments as you head back to the interior from the upper deck, needing to get out of the sun after feeling hot watching rafe.

you snap your head to wheezie, eyes going wide. “and what would you know about screwing?” you ask.

“sorry, kiss or whatever. just get it out of your system, you've been in love with him since i was born.” wheezie flops down on the couch, and you’re quick to join her.

“i’m not in love with him.” you say, staring up at the white ceiling.

“yeah, right.” wheezie says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

“we are friends! best friends. i’ve known him since i was a baby! i am not in love with him, he is my friend.” you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince wheezie or yourself more.

“listen, i know i’m just a kid to you two, but i see things. get over it and tell him you want to be more than friends.”

you frown and cross your arms, thinking over wheezies words.

--

“you’re staring again.” wheezie says, making rafe jolt. in his trance, he honestly forgot she was there.

“wasn’t.” rafe says, but his eyes flick back to you. you’re splashing in the shallow water, playing with one of your small cousins.

“you always stare at her… and she always stares at you, too.”

rafe finally looks away from you, glaring at wheezie. “she doesn’t stare at me.”

“she does.” wheezie scoffs. “and it’s getting freaking annoying. can you two just date already?”

“i don’t see her like that.” rafe says, “every guy in her life comes in wanting to date her, i’m her friend, she needs me to just be her friend.”

“i think she rejects all those guys because they’re not you. trust me, she talks to me.” wheezie picks her phone back up, hoping that’s the end of the conversation, but rafe is persistent. he takes the phone out of wheezie’s hand and sets it on the empty beach chaise next to them.

“she talks to you about me?”

wheezie is beyond annoyed with the back and forth, and decides a little white lie would never hurt if you both got what you actually wanted. “yes. she’s in love with you. go and kiss her already.”

--

“hey.” rafe says, flopping onto the bed in the guest room of tanneyhill that practically belonged to you considering how much you slept over.

“hi.” you giggle, pushing his bangs out of his face so you can see his eyes better.

“i’m not tired yet, want to take a walk with me?” rafe asks, pouting out his bottom lip just slightly to entice you to come.

“rafey, i’m already in my pajamas.” you whine, pulling your blanket down a little so he can see your pjs.

“please.” rafe says, a word that rarely comes out of his mouth. you grin, unable to resist when he’s being so sweet. you sigh dramatically and then throw your blankets off, getting up and slipping into your crocs.

“lets go.” you say, reaching your hand out for rafe. he takes it as you head down the stairs and out the door into the cool air, the breeze making it ever so slightly chilly, especially for the end of summer.

rafe keeps your hands locked together as he guides you down the sidewalk. you’re not sure where he’s leading you, but you’d follow him anywhere. you just enjoy the feeling of his rough palm against yours, the backtrack of crickets and frogs, and the moon lighting your way between street lights.

“oh, look how pretty!” you say, coming up to a house with fairy lights decorating their fence.

“almost as pretty as you.” rafe says, and you turn to him confused, letting out an awkward giggle.

“thanks, i guess.” you shrug, unused to these kinds of compliments from rafe.

“i was talking with wheezie about you the other day.” rafe says, hoping he can lead you into the topic he really wants to talk about.

“oh yeah, so was i.” you hum, wondering what his conversation was about.

“you know you’re my best friend.” rafe grabs your hands so you stop, illuminated by the twinkling fairy lights. you turn to face him, letting out a nod. of course you know, you’ve been best friends forever.

“but i was thinking maybe we could try being more than that.” rafe admits.

“really?” you squeak, surprised that he felt the same as you.

[slippinmickeys]

The Unseelie Court (9/16)

Scully sat in her car with the key still in the ignition, though she’d cut the engine when she pulled into her parking spot. Anxiety sat low in her gut like a weighted ball of putty. She felt other things too, including a listlessness that was hard to overcome. 

She’d left the office at the end of the day after a long afternoon of silence with occasional bursts of Mulder asking if she was okay, if she wanted to talk. With a request for space thrown over her shoulder, she’d hustled out of the office without meeting his eye and was now sitting in the small garage of her building dreading facing the emptiness and quiet of her apartment where she’d have nothing but time and space to think. 

As she reached for the car door handle, her phone rang. 

Expecting Mulder, she looked at the display with surprise and apprehension. It was a call from Adrian County. She clicked on with a truncated, if professional greeting. 

“Agent Scully, hi. This is Deputy Avery down in Adrian County.”

“What can I do for you, Deputy?” She tipped herself out of her car and slung her bag over her shoulder, tilting the phone to her ear as she approached the elevator and pressed the call button. 

“I wanted to let you know,” Avery said. “We’re closing the Daly Carmichael case.”

“That’s surprising,” she said. There was a crackle of static as she stepped through the elevator doors. 

“With no definitive cause of death, there’s not really any evidence of a crime.”

“I know basic labs didn’t show anything, but I’m still waiting on the full toxicology blood work from Richmond.”

“I mentioned that. I also brought up some of the more…” he paused, searching for the right words. “Well, the weird shit you and I saw at the Carmichael Estate. Despite all that, the Sheriff is shutting the investigation down. I don’t think I’m the only one involved that thinks that’s the wrong call, but it isn’t mine to make. Anyway. I wanted to let you know.”

The beige of the hallway outside her apartment went gray and back to beige with the flickering of an overhead light. 

“I appreciate that, Deputy.” Any other day, she might have put up a fight. 

“And listen,” she could hear the rustle of clothing through the line as the deputy likely moved his phone to his other ear. “If you’re ever back in Adrian County…or even if you’re not…call me. I’d like to pick your brain and…I don’t know, maybe take you out some time.”

So, not all the way gay then, Scully thought vaguely, pulling out her key ring. It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked out by a local after a field investigation. 

“I’m afraid my life doesn’t seem to be conducive to relationships at present, Deputy Avery,” she said, thinking of Mulder. 

“Ah,” Avery said, and she could hear his grin through the phone line, “can’t blame a guy for trying.” 

Scully hung up and opened her door, stepped through into the empty silence. 

***

Mulder lay drowsily on the couch still dressed in his work clothes, unable to face the prospect of spending a night in sheets that still smelled like Scully without her in them. Though he had removed his jacket and tie, he didn’t have the energy to do much more than kick off his shoes when he got home. 

He was determined to respect the boundaries she’d hastily set when she left the office, though he half-hoped his phone would ring. He was still considering what to order for dinner when a wave of exhaustion swept over him. Rather than fight it, he let his eyelids meet, drifting off to sleep being a better option than sitting around worrying about Scully worrying.

Almost immediately, he found himself in the glade again—the fairy hollow from the beach—fully aware that he was dreaming. In front of him was the willow tree with the broken crown slashed into its bark, but there was someone on the other side of the tree—a presence he could feel but couldn’t see. At his feet were a small pile of coins, wild faces on front and back. 

He took a step to walk around the tree, but then so did the person on the other side. And then he caught a whiff of her scent.

“Scully?” he called out.

Another step, and this time he caught a glimpse of her before she took another step around the tree, away from him. 

“Scully, wait.” 

One more step and suddenly from his other side, she was there, directly before him. She wore not a stitch of clothing, though on her head sat a crooked tiara. Her eyes, when she raised them to meet his, were two different colors. 

He woke up with a start, a burning pain on his chest once again that he wondered vaguely about until he heard the knocking on his door. The sensation had faded by the time he had tripped over to it and fully roused to consciousness. 

Scully stood in the hallway, still in her own work clothes, looking vaguely nauseous.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes flitting briefly down to hers, ensuring himself they were both still Sargasso blue. 

“Can we talk?” she said, and he nodded, lifting his arm so she could walk under it. 

A talk. The dream had filled him with unease, but now he was downright edgy. He’d been girding his loins for this moment from the first time she’d invited him to her bed, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. It didn’t mean he was going to make it easy.

She took a few steps into the room, but didn’t attempt to sit or get comfortable, instead choosing to hover, eyeing him like she didn’t want him to get too close. Like if he got close, she couldn’t do what she was about to do. 

He’d already had an argument with her in his head about how they were grown ups and how it wasn’t like they’d tripped and fallen into each other. They’d chosen to start sleeping together, soberly, perhaps not without reservations, but without pretense. He was fully prepared to tell her that he wanted this, wanted more than this if she did, but that he’d take whatever his pathetic heart could get. 

So it was something of a surprise when she walked forward and pressed herself into him, her arms wrapping around him and holding him tight. After only a moment, his arms came around her, too. 

“Is this…are we…talking?” 

“No,” she said, her voice muffled from where she was pressed into him. “I thought I needed you to talk me out of this…feeling I have right now, but I think I just need you to hold me.”

He squeezed her more tightly and rubbed his hand over the soft material of her blouse, his fingers skimming over her piano key ribs. “I can do that.”

After a minute, she pulled back to look in his eyes. “Thank you,” she said, and shook her head like she was fighting off a sneeze. “God, this day has been…”

She stepped away from him, a restless energy radiating off of her. Finally she looked at him, really looked at him. 

“Mulder, you look like you have indigestion.” 

“This day has been weird for me too,” he said defensively, thinking of his search for information on Aeon Greene, the whole thing with Skinner’s assistant, his dream. “And honestly, I thought you were about to break up with me.” 

“I didn’t realize we were going steady.”

“You know what I mean. Stop being prickly.”

“I’m sorry,” she said graciously. “Today with Arlene was…Jesus Christ, so embarrassing. I wanted to sink through the floor the whole afternoon. But I realized tonight after a not-great dream that I’m so sick of being… I know what people say. About us. But after years of living and projecting virtuous hauteur, who actually gives a damn if they’re right? I half think we should just declare our relationship to Skinner and let him sort it out. It’s not like you’re my superior.”

“You had a dream?” he said, a tumbleweed of intrigue cartwheeling through his mind.

“I just told you I want to come out to our boss and you’re asking about my dream?”

“I am, yeah.”

“I fell asleep on the couch,” she shrugged, misunderstanding what he was asking.

“Tell me about what happened in it,” he said, remembering his own dream; the tree, the tiara. Eyes that were hers but weren’t.

“I was in the grove,” she said. “The one from the Carmichael Estate, I think. You were there too, but you were hiding from me.” A chill ran up Mulder’s spine. “When you finally showed yourself to me, you had this symbol burned into your chest, like a…like a brand,” she went on. “And your eyes. They were heterochromatic, like our victim’s. It was…unsettling.”

“If you think that was unsettling…” Mulder said, fixing her with a look. “I had the same dream.”

“What?” 

“Tonight. Just now. I had fallen asleep on the couch.”

Scully took a few more steps into his apartment. 

“There were a few minor differences, but…same dream.” Mulder rubbed his hand over his chest where he’d felt the burning sensation. 

“It’s not unusual to have dreams of a similar nature when you spend a lot of time with someone,” she started, “especially when we were just—”

She was trying rationalize the supernatural. Of course she was.

“Scully, I swear to God—”

She stopped talking and gave him a long look, and then wilted with apprehensive capitulation. 

“But fairies? Really?” She was practically whining, but he was so elated not to have to fight her, he gave an inch.

“Some kind of hibernian or Celtic-based magic at the very least.”

She slouched and shuffled over to his couch, suddenly exhausted. He was tempted to join her, maybe rub her feet, offer up a massage that could lead to something more, but he was suddenly wired. The symbol on the tree, the broken crown, intrigued him. 

He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. She looked depleted. Emotionally done in. 

“I’m going to hop on the computer for a while,” he said, reaching up and grabbing the Aztec blanket, laying it over her lap. “Why don’t you, you know, pretend not to sleep.”

“Mulder, they closed the case,” she said, slumping back against the pillows.

He straightened, his energy flagging a little. 

“They what?” 

“Adrian County. They closed the case. Deputy Avery called me this evening.” Her eyes were droopy. 

He considered this for a moment. “Well, we could open a new one. Make it federal.”

Scully looked skeptical, but didn’t put up a fight, and he smiled at her one more time then slid into his desk chair and fired up his computer. 

[tigtree]

my opinions on the foxes’ favourite seasons because i’m in the library procrastinating on a literature essay due this afternoon but i get more emotional the further i get:

Dan- winter. she’s a winter person through and through, she loves to cuddle up and watch christmas movies and light candles

Matt- spring. he’s a man of whimsy, definitely a big fan of watching the flowers bloom and the world glow green

Aaron- autumn. he’s an autumn guy. big fan of stepping on crunchy leaves and all sorts of halloween-themed dates with katelyn. also definitely watches over the garden wall every autumn.

Nicky- winter. winter winter winter. christmas?? new years?? he LOVES it. he loves getting festive, seeing all the lights. he gets a thrill out of cold, damp evenings and holding hands with erik under the streetlamps

Andrew- that awkward place between spring and summer. SOLELY because he’s a fan of the mild temperature. he can’t stand the cold and literally melts in the heat. he likes not having to think about the temperature before he goes out

Neil- summer. he is a year-round jorts and t-shirt man, but likes summer best because nobody jokes about it. he also doesn’t have to go around with cold legs in the summer. jorts

Allison- she can’t decide between summer and winter. she LOVES the summer heat and beach trips and cold drinks, but she’s also a complete sucker for a cozy night in with hot drinks and a christmas movie and fairy lights

Renee- spring. she loves warm rain, loves bugs, loves all of it. she’s a huge fan of easter- the symbolism of being reborn and all- and finds a lot of peace in the holiday and season. it’s the time of year where she feels the hope in everything she sees

Kevin- autumn/winter. he can’t get enough of the smell of the damp air, ducking under storefronts to escape the rain. he feels a lot of peace when the street lamps are on and he’s walking through columbia with his friends laughing around him, their breath fogging up in the air

Seth- summer. i can see him a big swimmer, loving beach days out. collecting seashells and scouring rock pools with his kids, washing the sand off of their feet in the ocean and carrying them back to the beach towels. he’d joke about not believing in sunscreen, but be hyper-vigilant about who needs a fresh coat and when. he’d love the sun on his skin and shitty seaside food.

[bokutooooo]

Summer Lovin

rafe cameron x reader

Pt 1

warnings (this book will later have smut+angst+fluff, but I will give separate warnings 🫶)

“𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊! 𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛.”

Summary - Y/n went to stay with the her grandmother for the summer at Outer Banks, where she grows a bond with a special friend group, but in the process meets someone she shouldn’t have.

This summer was going to be amazing.

I asked my parents If I could go stay in Outer Banks with my grandma for the summer, it took some convincing but they gave in. "I layed out some snacks on the porch hun, go get something to eat. " I skipped outside to got sit in one of the two rocking chairs, "Grams I was wondering if you wanted to go eat at the little restaurant I passed on the way here I think it was the wreck I saw it when I was in my cab." she came outside and sat across from me with two mugs in her hand which I'm assuming had tea inside. "Sure, I know the people who own it super sweet you might like their daughter she around your age."

“What do you plan on doing all summer dear? You don’t have to many friends here” me and gram were out for lunch at the Wreck “I’m not sure yet.. I’m sure I could make some though! Seems like there’s a lot of people my age here” just as I said that my grandmother called over a girl who looked just a few years younger than me. “Hun this is Kiara that girl I was talking about earlier, her parents own the wreck.” I looked up from my fries, she had long wavy brown hair with light brown highlights, she wore an orange tube top and jean shorts on with tons of bracelets. “Hi! Your food is super good” she gave me a smile “I’m glad you like it, you around for the summer? You seem new around here” I just laughed and looked at grams “yeah I’m here for the summer, still gotta figure out what I’m going to do though”

“Well here is my number, you can come hang out with me and my friends you might like em’” she handed me a slip of paper with a combination of numberson them. “Sure! Sounds good! Thanks” she said a few words to grandma then walked away into the back kitchen. “She seemed really nice, i”m glad I talked to her” I continued to eat my fries while talking with Grams for the rest of the afternoon.

Once I got home I finished unpacking and figured I go to a Home decor store. I wanted to make my room feel more cozy “Hey grams you don’t mind if I add a few things to my room right?” She was sitting in the living room reading a book and looked up at me “You do whatever you want, you know where it is?”

“Yup! I’ll be back in an hour tops” “no rush hun you can go and look around town just be back by dark.” I walked out to the side of the house where I saw my baby blue bike.

I was walking around the store in the pillow section, I wanted a beach looking one it had to be perfect. I went to check out after grabbing a few more things. “Hi just these please” I got a few candles, a cute pillow case, some fairy lights and a poster. As I was walking out of the store I bumped into a broad chest dropping my bag in the process. “Yo watch it” I just rolled my eyes and walked out ignoring the ignorant behaviour. I was about to peddle off when a guy jumped in front of my bike “Hey! Sorry I think you might’ve dropped this back there, wasn’t sure if it was yours.” It was a guy, he wore a burgundy shirt some brown cargos and a backwards baseball cap “oh shit! That’s my wallet, thank you so much” it must’ve been when I bumped into that guy. “Of course, also not to be weird but I’ve never seen you before, I just tend to remember people”

“Yeah I just come here for the summer, It’s Y/n by the way.” I smiled “I’m Pope, hope you have a nice summer here” he walked back off into the store “What a saviour” I started riding back to the house.

“Hi! It’s Y/n I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna hang out? I’m bored and was just looking to get out, totally understand if you can’t” a soft chuckle was heard from the other line “Sure why not, wanna go to the beach it’s still pretty warm out” I looked at the time it was only 6 o”clock I’m sure grams wouldn’t mind “sounds good! I’m just going to eat dinner and I’ll be right over!”

I was riding over to the beach when I saw a big group of people throwing a football back and forth. I stopped and leaned my bike against a tree and went to look for Kiara, turns out she was apart of the group. “Hey Kiara’ didn’t think there’s was more people! But whatever! I don’t mind at all.”

“Hey! Yeah sorry I didn’t give you a heads up, but let me introduce” we walked over to a guy with long-ish brown hair, he had a beachy shirt on and some long jean shorts. “This is John B” he gave me a toothy smile “Hi! I’m y/n” “Nice to meet you, goodluck with JJ”

What’s a JJ “Woooooahhh who’s this Kie?

I turn around to make eye contact with a tall blonde with a joint in his hand. “Jayj this is Y/n don’t scare her right away please” I just give him a small wave and tried to ignore him.

“This is P-“ “Oh! Pope! Hey” He looked up from his towel “Hey Y/n! What’s up? didn’t think I’d see you again for awhile” Kiara looked confused “You guys know each other? How’d you meet?”“She dropped her wallet at the store and I just returned it” I gave him a smile, Pope seemed nice so I’m glad I get to talk with him a again “That over there is Sarah, her and John B are dating, she’s a Kook” Kiara makes a barf noise but Sarah suddenly comes over and playfully shoves her “yeah yeah well she’s also technically one” she laughed “Hi! I’m Sarah, by the way I love your necklace it’s so cute” I looked down it was a seashell attached to this little rope “thanks! I’m Y/n, it’s my grandma’s!” She looked at it one more time before walking over to John B and giving him a side hug. “Wanna go for a swim? Or go get some ice cream? I’m kind of craving some” Kiara asked as we were sitting on the sand. I said sure and everyone else didn’t see to care where we went.

“Can I get the Sherbert please!” They had so many flavours I think it took me 5 minutes to pick. “Sure thing, in a cup or cone?” “Cone please!” We were all sitting in the Ice cream parlour when a group of rowdy guys walked in, I want say 4 or 5 of them came in. When they were at the cash paying, I could see them over Kiara’s shoulder. One of them stood out, he was really tall possibly over 6 foot but I couldn’t tell sitting down, he had short brown hair and wore a Polo shirt that had sunglasses hang around the collar. He was cute, I wasn’t about to lie about it, but almost like he could feel my eyes on him he turned around and looked at me but I was quick to look down, not wanting to maintain the eye contact.

Once we finished are ice cream we said are goodnights and went are separate ways. Peddling home was nice, it was that evening breeze and you could hear the crickets in the bushes. “Hey grams, sorry I know it’s dark” she was reading a book at the kitchen table “it’s fine hun, it only just got dark not even 20 minutes ago.”

I told her about Kiara and her friends and how we got ice cream. I think she thought that I was going to be alone all summer so this seemed to make her happy.

For some reason when I was brushing my teeth I couldn’t stop picturing that guy. I don’t even know his name or anything about him. But sooner or later after I got into bed my eyes shut.

So I tried to upload this 3 days ago but it was not working so I apologize. I hope you enjoyed!♡.

[bestworstcase]

anyways.

the tree does not kill, it resurrects and rebuilds.

cinder alludes specifically to grimms’ cinderella (which: lol) -> salem is therefore not her fairy godmother but the white bird, a reincarnation of her mother who lives in the hazel tree planted over the grave and watered by cinderella’s tears.

looks into the camera like i’m on the office. ok.

well it probably doesn—

i’m sure it’s n—

[wheezing] coincidence—

don’t worry about it

really. don’t.

this force of pure destruction could not destroy a being of infinite life, so it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction. oh and by the way, one of her principle narrative allusions is involves reincarnation through a tree. how about we all stare at a wall for a little while.

she will not rest until humanity crumbles at her feet, says raven.

our souls transcend death, says salem.

we ascend, says the cat.

“you’re not nearly as interesting as the others I’ve met.” -> “well you never asked, silly! it was always ‘alyx this’ and ‘alyx that.’” -> “and what truly remarkable things they accomplished, whenever the brothers’ creations have come to the ever after.”

were alyx and lewis truly the first?

“one small kindness in one small moment led to such a marvelous transformation.”

the jabberwalker was “brutal, and effective.” the god of light destroyed him; dark brought him back. they fought, decimating the acre. in the present, jabber—the real one, not neo’s facsimiles—is feared but not, in any sense, brutal. he doesn’t attack blake; he grabs gambol shroud to prevent her from hurting him while he scrutinizes her. he runs away when the girls corner him and pleads with neo to stop when she sets her facsimiles on him. “fix!” he says. “find!” he says. neo’s facsimiles act like the monster he’s supposed to be, but jabber himself does not.

what—or who—incited that change?

“for it is in passing we achieve immortality; through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. i release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.” <- thats ascension.

“we could become the gods of this world. our powers surpass all others; our souls transcend death. we could mold these lands into whatever we want […] create the paradise the old gods could not” <- also ascension

The people with the strongest faith leapt from the boat immediately and splashed in the shallow water toward the shore. Those who stayed behind on the boat watched their brethren transform before their eyes, each of them acquiring an animal trait: ram horns, rabbit ears, cat ears, monkey tails, and more. By the time they reached land, they were something new to Remnant—both Human and animal at the same time. “This land is no less hospitable than where we came from,” the people on the beach said. “But here at least we have control of our fates, free from the influence of others.”

<- ALSO ASCENSION. and also literally just what salem did. thinking emoji

aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life-force that runs through every living creature on remnant. says salem. in-character. over, uh:

cackles

the truth is there but sometimes in disguise

[hartelore-archive]

Fuck it. Fleshes out your Coela region.

Tatsugi Town is a sizable mountain town that reminds me of the desert area in The Sims. It tends to be hot and dry, but there are definitely little oasises here and there, like Butterfree Field, Lake Hassagone, and the Dodgy Cave. Vega Altair, who studies dimensional displacement (I think) has a Pokémon lab there, even if his main studies aren’t Pokémon focused. He can give starters, but you’re probably better off looking for someone else. The houses here are tall and blocky, with either low or high ceilings, very few in between. The gym leader in Tatsugi is Kohaku, the rock type leader.

Mantide is a beach city that I’m sure would get tourists if there were actually things to do in Coela. There’s not even a boardwalk…maybe I can just say there’s a boardwalk and small theme park. There are quite a few seafood places as well as an aquarium. I can imagine people here windboarding in the winter but not surfing. While there is tall grass on the routes, it’s dry and brittle, while the beach stays relatively humid year-round. The people who live here tend to have houseboats or stilt beach houses, leaving the land to business and entertainment for tourists. Professor Fig has a lab here where ancient Pokémon variations are studied. There is an empty gym here, with no leader.

Lanturna Town is a small forested town nestled in Coela’s woodlands. A massive Trevenant, the Turn, patrols its territory here. Lanturna is within its boundaries, but it doesn’t seem to mind too too much, as long as it isn’t bothered. Plenty of ghosts and fairies live in Lanturna’s forests. I imagine the streets here are paved with cobblestone… In the town it’s very cozy, with a little bakery, a café, and a fancy restaurant, as well as the gym ran by Yutsuko. I don’t know what their type specialty is. Harte lives here and you can pick up a starter Pokémon at his ranch, as long as you don’t mind weird genetics…

Tyamo Towers is a large city filled with skyscrapers. This is the downtown of Coela. This is where you find the big library, the office jobs, the hospital, the dark alleys and neon signs. You can also find the dragon type gym, ran by Hwaksim. On the outskirts, just off of Route 4, is an observatory. The light pollution is surprisingly minimal.

Venuza City isn’t far from Tyamo. In fact, Tyamo is simply a sector of Venuza. There are more dark alleys here, shadier residents, and lots of cool graffiti and hobby shops, as well as a casino and cinema. Venuza’s fairy type gym is run by Valonia Wolfram, and he keeps the city loud, louder than the airport. Venuza is also home to a large suburb which houses multiple franchise villains for some reason. You can find Teijirou’s lab here. Maybe don’t get a starter in Venuza.

Lumi District is outside Venuza, away from the suburbs. This is the big entertainment district, with Pokémon contests, bright lights, performance halls, malls, and Field’s gym, which has three gym leaders. Lumi also has the biggest Pokémon center in the region, which functions more as a Pokémon hospital and convenience store. The path into Lumi District, Route 6, lights up as you walk along it! It also plays little chimes as you step. Lots of small Pokémon can be found in the flowering tall grass along the path!

Skrelp City is…rough, to say the least. There are lots of abandoned buildings that you need to traverse through on route 7, making it generally unsafe. Outside of the city is also a dark and dreary swamp, a thick forest that thins out as it reaches Lanturna, and, oh god, a McDonald’s. This is also where the cool people hang out, either at the Punkdragon Café or the tattoo parlor. I just realized it’s called the Dark Café but I’m not changing it now. The gym here belongs to Lottie, a ghost type specialist who works at the café and may serve you some sinister tea. There are lots of shady people who hang around in Skrelp too, but I’d trust that they’re cool. For the most part…probably…

Chou Center is a chilly mountain town on the opposite end of the region from Tatsugi. Route 8 is a hike, going through icy caves and snowy woodland to reach the little settlement. Not many people live here, but it’s quaint and peaceful, with a campsite and an ice skating rink as well as Yukimi’s gym. The view alone is a great reward for traversing the entire region to get there.

[nightcatssketchbook]

I’m actually making this for Instagram- I don’t think I have my OC art on here anymore. But I’m posting it in case anyone would want it for their own use!

OC Outfit Drawing Meme

I wanted to make my own ask meme, inspired by @abra-ka-dammit’s. Send in an emoji and one (or more? 👀) of my OCs and I’ll draw them in the corresponding outfit.

☀️ What they’d wear on a hot day

🍁 What they’d wear on a cool day

❄️ What they’d wear on a snowy day

🌱 What they’d wear in nice weather

☂️ What they’d wear on a rainy day

👞 What they’d wear to a formal event

😴 What they’d wear to sleep

🩱 What they’d wear to the beach or pool

🛋️ What they’d wear on a lazy day at home

💼 What they wear to work (if they don’t work, what they’d wear for their dream job or hobby)

⁉️ In an outfit that’s not their typical style

🥾 In a hiking/camping outfit

💄 In a super fancy outfit

🎭 In another OC’s outfit

📺 In a cartoon/anime/film character’s outfit

👾 In a video game character’s outfit

☕️ Wearing a hoodie

💃 Wearing a dress/skirt

✂️ Wearing a crop top/ripped jeans

✏️ In light/dark academia attire

🍄 In cottagecore attire

💀 In emo/goth/scene attire

AUs

🎃 OC as a classic Halloween monster (ex. vampire, werewolf, zombie, etc.)

🐴 OC as a cowboy

🏴‍☠️ OC as a pirate

💥 OC as a superhero

🐟 OC as a mermaid

🦋 OC as a fairy/with wings

🗡️ OC in a high fantasy world

🚷 OC in an apocalypse/dystopia

🤖 OC in a cyberpunk/futuristic/sci-fi setting

⚙️ OC in a steampunk setting

Time Periods

🎩 In the 1890-1900s

👗 In the 1920-30s

👔 In the 1940-50s

🛹 In the 1980-90s

📱 In the 2000-10s