#she also likes nature walks and by nature walks i mean gossiping in the well maintained gardens of the upper city

[yuelaos-codex]

OC ROMANCE CHART

Ylva Tjørnsdottir (God of War)

Selene Aleanraheal (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Yua Nakatomi (Love & Deepspace AU)

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[lexiputellas]

Unfinished Business

Part 1

Today’s morning was uneventful. Routine, even. You woke up, got ready, debated between waves or a ponytail, eventually choosing waves. Breakfast was a slow affair, each bite dragging as if delaying the inevitable workday. By the time you arrived at the office, coffee in hand, you had fallen into your usual rhythm—settling in, checking emails, and, most importantly, catching up with the receptionist.

She has a new boyfriend. Or maybe he’s just a lover. She hasn’t quite decided yet, and you, naturally, need to know all the details. Maybe that was your mistake—getting too involved in gossip. If you had been more focused, you might’ve avoided what happened next.

You glance up and see Paige walking into the reception area. It’s been a few weeks since your last encounter, and you had convinced yourself that was the end of it. Apparently not.

She hasn’t spotted you yet. Maybe you should leave.

Shit—she sees you.

You try to read her expression, to gauge what kind of thoughts are running through her head. She turns to the receptionist and speaks first. “I have a meeting with…” She checks her phone. “Ah, my new agent. He should be expecting me.”

Thank God. It’s with your boss, not you.

Then she shifts her attention to you. Your mind races through every possible worst-case scenario, but she just gives you an easy smile and says, “Hi, I’m Paige. And you are?”

You blink. You know she knows exactly who you are. You also know what she’s doing.

“I’m part of the compliance team,” you answer.

Her smirk deepens. “Oh, so you do contracts?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, hope to see you more often.”

You have no words. None at all. You manage a polite excuse and retreat to your office, collapsing into your chair, replaying the entire interaction in your head.

Are you screwed? No. Definitely not. You mean, probably. Just not in the way you’re thinking right now.

You take a deep breath and sip your coffee.

The morning after, you did what any sane person in your situation would do—you told Paige to leave. Well, actually, you demanded it. Were you a little harsh? Probably. Did you regret inviting her over? No. But should you? Absolutely. It wasn’t professional.

With that, your mind drifts to past mistakes.

Do you have unresolved emotional issues? Absolutely. Did you break up with your ex because you thought she was about to propose? Yeah. Yeah, you did. Turns out, you were right—she was planning to propose.

But right now, you need to focus. You take another sip of your coffee, trying to snap yourself out of it.

And that’s when you see Paige again.

You nearly drop your cup.

She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Wow. Didn’t know I was that scary.”

You set your coffee down before you actually spill it. “You’re not. I just… wasn’t expecting you.”

She raises a brow. “Expecting me to find out that you work for this agency?”

You huff out a laugh, rubbing your temples. “I mean, that too, to be fair.”

Paige steps further into your office, casually looking around before meeting your gaze again. “So… what are the chances you’re handling my contract?”

You shake your head. “That would be my boss.”

She grins. “Good. I’d hate for this to be awkward.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Right. Because it’s not awkward already.”

She leans over your desk slightly, lowering her voice just enough to make your pulse jump. “I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to let her get to you. “I guess so.”

She tilts her head. “We should go out.”

You blink. “What?”

“You know, a drink, dinner, something fun.”

You scoff. “No.”

She looks amused. “No?”

You shrug. “I mean, I don’t see why—”

Paige smirks. “Maybe I should ask my agent to put you in my contract, you know, so we see each other really more often.”

That strikes you. No. No, you do not want to be in her contract.

You narrow your eyes. “If I go with you, will you drop this?”

She grins, triumphant. “Well, yes. But only if I choose the place.”

You sigh, defeated. “Fine. Just tell me the day, the time, and what I’m supposed to wear—because I’m not going anywhere undressed.”

Paige’s smirk turns downright mischievous. “Tonight.”

You blink. “What?”

She leans against your desk, clearly enjoying this. “I’m picking you up at eight. Wear anything you want. You look hot in anything.” Her gaze flickers over you, lingering just long enough to make your skin heat up.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, I know that. But oblivious as I am, give me a hint.”

She grins. “Something fancy, but not that fancy.”

You groan, already regretting this. “So, cryptic. Great.”

She winks. “See you at eight.”

And just like that, she’s gone, leaving you staring at your coffee, wondering what the hell you just agreed to.

Obs: This is a series, I’m not really good at tumblr, so bare with me! The reader (or OC, still undecided) works in the contracts department of an agency for professional athletes. She doesn’t interact with them directly—she just handles contracts. Meanwhile, Paige has just been drafted to her new team!

[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

Masterlist Here

At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

-

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. “Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

-

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip.  “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy  @valeskafics @asgards-princess-of-mischief

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Congratulations! Your works are amazing! You totally deserved this. Can i please request a headcannons about a secret reliationship between mick schumacher and a female driver?

KISSING IN SECRET ★ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x merc driver!reader ( she/her ) word count: 1679 warnings: mentions of misogyny !!!

2k celebration ★ general masterlist

Love comes easy to you and Mick—friends for too long, eager to make up for the time lost. What’s hard is the nature of your relationship; secrecy protecting your peace.

It begins at a pub in Austin, 2021. You were celebrating your first win for Mercedes, and even though his result was far from good, Mick decided to tag along. Then, all it took was a couple of shots, a bit of dancing, and a lonely corner to blur the lines of friendship and fall on each other’s lips. 

A week of tension, anxiety, and avoidance later, you were falling asleep in his arms, heavy breathing and soft touches all over your body.

Now your life is based on clandestine meetings, brushing fingers or stolen kisses, and a well put illusion of friendship. 

And no one ever thought much about your closeness, not until Mick moved to Mercedes in 2023. 

When people saw Mercedes’ star driver sharing so closely with the new guy—one whose performance didn’t leave people’s mouths,—they prayed for a big story. By the time Australia rolled by, the PR team requested distance while the cameras were on. 

And it wasn't as if these types of requests were foreign to you; misogyny was a thing after all, but you were never in love with George, or Lewis, or Alex, or Lance, or anyone but Mick. It was frustrating, but it didn't change a lot of things—especially because Mick was a reserve driver.

Of course, the topic would make it into your conversations: 

“Do you think it would be a disaster? I mean going public.” Mick asked almost out of nowhere. You were lying on his chest, freshly showered after a disappointing Austrian GP. “Maybe. It will most likely follow us forever.” You said, and he sighed, “Do you think the team would be okay with it?” “I think they care about us enough.”

There were stories about this. Drivers within the same teams having such a strong relationship (let it be romantic or platonic, who knows) that they destroy not only their’s but the team’s trust. 

Both of you believe Lewis knows. Your only evidence being the small pep talk he gave you moments before his last race in the sport, in 2022. Something about being selfish, about how this sport will always judge, so you might as well take what you want.

You wanted everything. To be selfish, to take your time, to figure everything out first, but also to just be reckless. You didn’t tell him that; you just expressed your gratitude.

The European arm makes it a bit easier. Motorhomes are used, and hotel rooms become unnecessary. It’s as simple as walking into a room and not caring about avoiding people in the hallway; your only excuse is your well-known friendship. 

You love spending nights laughing, kissing, crying, and everything in between. 

You were reckless, and learned to be as careful as you needed after the George incident™

It happened in Belgium; the race and debrief ending hours ago. You were in your room, boyfriend sneaking in to talk about the race, which ended in a very lovely make-out session. And that’s when (clueless) George decided to knock on your door. 

Mick ran to your closet, making a mess of your race suits to be able to close the door. You, absolutely terrified of the Paddock’s Gossip Girl, threw a blanket over your body, taking a deep breath before facing George’s comments of: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” and “Also hit by a truck,” and “Need help with the suits?” 

You rolled your eyes and had him complain about the car with you for forty-seven minutes. Mick could barely feel his legs after that one. 

At some point, the team starts talking. More about Mick having a crush than anything—especially since he doesn't deny it. But it’s mostly a joke; no one takes it too seriously until that teasing reaches Toto’s ears. 

For a second, you were ready to be called to his office and hear him talk about how he supported whoever you chose to love, but that if someone or something was making you uncomfortable, you must tell him. 

You had always been grateful for those talks. In the end, you knew they were there because of how ruthless the media had been in 2020, after your first dating rumors with a driver—with George, out of all people, your teammate then and your teammate now. George who had (and has) a girlfriend. It had been an awful sophomore season, to say the least.

This was different, though. This was not the media making up things; this was his own team talking about his reserve driver having a crush on his driver. This could be a different story. 

Here’s the thing: You had never heard the teasing in person, you knew of it because of Mick. You spent nights laughing at it together, making up responses he could give to hard launch your relationship. They never got out of the coziness of your bed, but it was fun. 

That particular day wasn’t Mick gossiping, that day you were there, and it caught you off guard. A good off-guard, you were ready to laugh it off. 

But Toto was also there, mistaking your surprise for discomfort. And so you weren’t called to his office, you stood next to him during a 20-minute talk on professionalism, respect, and boundaries.

You were grateful, not knowing where that joke could end up… But still, you and Mick laughed the whole night. 

Also, I would be lying if I said it didn’t set off an alarm, bringing to the table a thought you had been trying to avoid: the consequences of public. The need for security.

Consequences mean a lot to people, especially in your sport. A driver’s health could be destroyed by not acknowledging them after all.

For you, consequences meant having the media hang on to it forever to diminish your work. It means being called names, be harassed by fans. Means being accused of taking advantage of your power. It could even mean closing doors to other female drivers because misogyny is a thing.

For Mick, it means another reason for his place in Mercedes to be questioned. “Who knows how long they have been dating?” “She and his last name gave him a place.” It means being portrayed as an exploiter, his relationship reduced to an unethical plan to get back on track. Means being praised at your expense.

But there are pros. There’s a necessity to continue changing people’s minds, to be happy, selfish, and own it.

Summer break gets in the way of those conversations though...

Breaks are your favorite part of the year (as a couple). You either stay in Switzerland or avoid the so-called “hard launch islands,” where drivers pretend obliviousness towards snapping pictures of them and their partners.

(Sebastian Vettel gave it the name by the way)

“What if we soft launch?” You asked one morning, scrolling through Pinterest and looking at all the ways a soft launch could happen. Mick choked on his drink, coughing a bit before answering, “I’m so sorry, babe, but what?” “Hear me out! We can have people know we are in a relationship, but they don't have to know it’s us yet. It can be a years-long soft launch if we want.” 

Mick stared at you for a whole minute, smirk following it. He thought it was brilliant, laughing while trying to properly kiss you. 

“We have to tell PR, tho.”

Two weeks later, you called on a meeting with PR, lawyers, and Toto, they had no idea what would be discussed. 

Toto's eyes went wide as he saw you and Mick enter the room together, and everyone followed his motion after you briefly explained the situation.

Your PR manager spoke first, “I won't lie and tell you it’s going to be easy; both of you understand how cruel the media is, but I also don’t think it will be as hard as we imagine... if you go public, of course.”

Then Toto started talking about how, to some extent, he understood your worries. How “People will talk sh*t all the time; you need to unconditionally support each other so it doesn’t kill you.” He gave the support talk and visited a couple of logistical questions.

Five days later, Mick had soft-launched his girlfriend, and five weeks after that, you had a boyfriend. 

Eventually, you told some friends (those who didn’t know already.) 

George was 100% not surprised. He grins and shouts, "Knew it!” and suggests a double date with him and Carmen. (To that plan, other couples are added—Alex, Lance, Esteban, etc.)

It turns out, with the help of your team and the correct people, everything becomes easier. From interacting in front of the cameras to booking rooms.

One of your favorite things is the teasing your friends/colleagues give Mick after you score a podium. He starts giggling and muttering about how proud he is of you, cheeks turning pink and eyes unable to leave you.

Mick loves sitting next to you during debriefing, letting you play with his hand under the table when anxiety strikes. 

It feels good. Not to be so secret around the paddock. 

“You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, but I love you more.” “Okay, competitive!”

Sometimes you want everyone to know. Surprise the world with Mick being the guy on your Instagram, and Mick feeling the need to shout in everyone’s faces that his girlfriend wasn't the model they speculated to be.

The third year of your relationship, 2024, is the hardest. There are eyes on you all season, commentary becomes stronger as you fight with Max on track, and so rumors of your relationship with Mick arise. 

Mick hates everything being said about you and eventually can’t hold back the need to be loud about it. And so do you. 

Both of you want to be selfish. Take whatever you want out of this sport. Who cares what people say.

[stolasdearest]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Hazbin x Reader (Platonic) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Warnings : Not proofread, implied Violence

I'm a little out of it so I hope this okay (Hc's for every hotel Staff excluding Alastor)

Reader is female

Charlie ❦

♪ She really appreciates your presence however tries to tone down your aggression on occasion, She loves your attitude to the other hotel members, a protector alongside Vaggie, maybe just more physical— and short tempered

♪ when you first joined the hotel she absolutely lost her mind in excitement at the fact you wanted to stay and also help out

♪ brings you around almost anywhere for moral support and protection,well..More likely the stares and scowls you give people who Charlie dirty looks

♪ she greatly admires your determination to protect everyone in the hotel

♪ she just loves you all around

♪ wakes up excited to greet you and see you again

♪ absolutely adores the fact you act like an older sibling in general, she wants all the family'ish love she can get her grabby hands on

♪ clings to your arm whenever you two are out, ranting about whatever you decide to bring up, shaking you and jumping around; your shoulder hurts from the sudden pulls

Vaggie❦

♪ she's suspicious of you the first time you arrive

♪ after she warms up to you she has your back every time, in combat, in a conversation; she's your nr1 defender

♪ she warms up to you ALOT, relating to you being protective by nature

♪ honestly refreshed that she's not the only one quick throw punches when someone says something out of turn

♪ quite Surprised at how fast you are to jump to the hotels defense, especially in front of anyone even overlords

♪ also respects you a bunch for standing up and not being afraid of anyone or anything, She sees you're willing to die on so many hills and she's here for it, Besties forever fr

Angel Dust❦

♪ at first he thinks you're out to get someone's head

♪ always invites you out for "I don't wanna get my clothes stained" protection, especially after you pulled an actual gun on Valentino in his defense

♪ drags you to his room to gossip, watch movies and just hang out with him, He really enjoys your company, you remind him of his Twin sister

♪ at your side all the time during his time in the hotel, You're funny and "many other things" but he's not going to specify what that would mean he'd have to actually be vulnerable and he's not doing that

♪ Starts to call you big sis as a joke, it then turns into not a joke and he's being serious (don't bring it up he will deflect)

♪ also becomes extremely protective of you in turn, You're now a important person in his life and he's gonna step in, even if you shout about how you can handle yourself

♪ confides in you about Valentino, then has to block the door so you don't walk over there and slaughter the entire Vee building

Husk❦

♪ honestly just grumbles about you and your attitude for awhile

♪ after a few nights of sitting at the bar and just talking, having a few drinks in the meantime he starts to finally open up to you about specific things, and you do aswell

♪ he starts to tell you to limit your intake of alcohol if it becomes too much at the bar, you raise an eye brow and tease him about caring and he turns away,cursing under his breath

♪ let's you pet him, in the dead of night when no one is around, God knows they'd never let him live it down oh my God

♪ when he first sees an outburst of you when someone threatens Charlie at the hotel he's surprisingly shocked, you seemed calm and collected and now he's watching Charlie holding you back from slitting a guys throat it's crazy

♪ laughs about it later when you sit with him at the bar and just chat with him, telling you it was a pleasant surprise seeing someone so compassionate for something

♪ never ever would tell you he considers you family, Husk Is absolutely too prideful and shy to admit he's got a soft spot

Niffty ❦

♪ Loves you immediately

♪ Sitting on your shoulder, climbing over you and dragging you to weird things shes made

♪ invites you to go bug killing with her, if you accept and actually kill something she is running around the hotel for 10 minutes squealing about how awesome you are.

♪ has tea parties with you 100%

♪ frothing at the mouth watching you threaten someone, she's throwing her hands in the air cheering you on with everything in her tiny body

♪ falls asleep on you constantly, depending on your size she might just starfish on your head and take a nap

♪ sews up your things for you if they ever get torn

♪ holding your hand constantly even if having to reach up for so long hurts her arm

♪ brings you things, Coffee,Tea,a snack...a dead cockroach?

Author's note : sitting in my pink soft chair definitely helped me write this, My back does hurt from sitting in this chair tho

Taglist: @charlessuu @k1y0yo @ihavetoomanyfictionalcrushes

[madebyrolo]

Seasons of love

short fluff

Rafe Cameron x reader

she/her

Summary: summer love but in obx winter.

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Winter in obx isnt as sunny as it is in the summer, though it was as salty.

There isn’t much to do out here on the banks during the slow winter days. There’s ice skating, bond fires, hot cocoa bars and sand man building contest. When we get snow it’s fun but being in the south it’s rare.

Also let’s not get forgot surfing in below freezing ocean temperatures, which the pouges seem to love. Jj doesn’t seem to believe in hyperthermia.

But as fall starts to approach and the sun basically setting at 7, you find yourself cozied up wearing jeans and a long sleeve sitting on a blanket on the beach,

With Rafe.

Rafe picked you up in his truck, it was a cool October Friday, you were finally able to bring out your fall clothes into your closet, including your favorite pair of jeans now that the weather was appropriate.

“So get this, Sarah lost the ring Topper gave her.” Rafe gossiped while turning down the radio.

“Oh god I wonder how mad Topper will get” you sigh as your eyes opened.

“Knowing it’s Sarah she must of taken it off for like a second and just didn’t care to put it back on afterwards.” you laugh.

“I mean come on it was a gift. A very romantic and sentimental gift, she could’ve at least put it in her jewelry box” he said while taking a quick glance at you while driving.

“Psh, She definitely doesn’t like of it that way” you add

“I mean no offense to Sarah, but he should’ve known better to give something like that to Sarah. He and practically everyone knows her feelings towards him aren’t the same as his.”

“My sister is a spoiled little nut” Rafe agrees.

“Sometimes I feel bad, for Topper of course. He’s a nice guy” said Rafe.

“Well all I know is I never take my eyes off of my, let alone take it off my finger.” You said playing with yours.

“It a beautiful isn’t it. Picked it out with my father.” Rafe said proudly.

“Yeah I love it” you say giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You owe me a real one when we get there.” He playfully ordered.

Soon enough you guys reach the beach. As he parks you unbuckle and hop out. You grab the blankets while Rafe got basket and wood

Walking down the sandy beach hand in hand.

You set the grey quilt down before taking your shoes off. You sat down with the basket taking every delicious snack out while Rafe built a small fire.

“Alright so we got cookies, chips, a small pizza, hot cocoa.” You say taking stuff out.

“And there we go. Mother natures heater” Rafe said lighting the fire and rubbing his hands together putting them to the flames.

“Rafe it’s like 65° you look like a homeless man” you giggle at him.

“Boy Scout skills mama” he sent you a wink.

He sat down beside about to dig into the pizza he was practically eyeing the whole way here.

A few minutes pass and the pizza is long gone.

“So jjs teaching pope how to skate tonight. Kinda sad I have to miss it but kie is recording everything” you talk about your pouge friends

“I bet that would be interesting” Rafe says with a small smile

You’re a pouge yourself and it took a while for your friends to accept you were in complete love with Rafe but they support you being happy.

And Same with Rafe, he knows they were here before him but even though he’s dating you he doesn’t have to be the best of buds with them.

“So how’s things with your dad and the business”

“Right now he’s teaching me the like basics of how he runs things like who he gets the materials from and how to order the right amount and like his other business partners” he said grabbing cups out.

“So when do you think you’ll officially be hired. I know you’re aiming for like head of something” you say as you watch him grab the thermos.

“I finished my business and management course so hopefully I’m not too far from it” he said pouring two cups.

“I just want him to take me serious and see me as a suitable business associate rather than his son who’s leeching off the family business.”

“A nepo baby” you said blankly

“Yes, I don’t want his other business partners to think I’m there out of nepotism. I want to show that I can be conscientious and liable, an entrepreneur if you will”

“Yeah I get it, you want to prove you’re meant to be there not just tagging alone for bring your son to work day” you say taking a sip of the hot coco

“I don’t think I will ever be a hot coco person.” You say giving a somewhat sour face.

“What do you mean, I even put in a pinch of salt!” Rafe complained.

“Yeah I think that just made it worse” you say taking small sips.

“Well if you don’t like it why are you even drinking it?” He said grabbing the cup away from you.

“Because you like it!” You say grabbing the cup back out his hands.

“Yeah but if you don’t I’m not gonna force you” he said taking the cup again.

“How can you not like hot chocolate, actual weirdo” he commented pouring your cup into his.

“It’s just warm chocolate milk” you argue

“Yeah and it’s good? Don’t tell me you don’t like chocolate milk” he played.

You stayed silent.

“DO YOU NOT LIKE CHOCOLATE MILK?” Rafe said almost sounding betrayed.

“No I don’t like it! Okay? milk already has a questionable taste, adding chocolate doesn’t help.” You say as Rafe looks at your in disbelief.

“Don’t get me wrong chocolates good and everything but chocolate milk and hot cocoa is where I draw the line.”

“Okay you’re actually freak.” He said nudging your side.

“Im more of a coffee kind of person!” You say.

“Oh so it’s 10pm and you want something warm so you’re gonna have a warm cup of joe and be bouncing off the walks from the caffeine.”

“Yeah that makes sense” he said playfully rolling his eyes.

“You’re the one who packed pizza and hot cocoa. What kind of combination is that”.

“Well I thought everyone loved hot cocoa okay.” Rafe said refilling his cup.

“Besides it’s ending up being fine, I got your favorite food and I got my favorite drink. We’re the weird combo too” he said with his dopey smile.

“Oh cause me and my friends are all pouges?haha funny, next time I’ll let jj steal your clothes next time you go surfing” you wrapping yourself in a blanket.

“Oh you sound like me! But no, everyone likes us but didn’t expect us to be together, and it works perfectly.” He said wrapping an arm around you.

And you’re weird for not like hot cocoa freak.” He mutter under his breath.

“Oh shut it” you playfully smack him as he giggles.

You both turn to face eachother ready to lean in, but before you can close the gap Rafe pulls away.

“Ooohh… sorry…hot cocoa breath..”he winces.

“Don’t need you spiting me out..” he teases.

“Shut up and kiss me” you say grabbing his face and connect your lips.

Now breaking having to break the kiss because Rafe didn’t wanna pull away.

“Mhm you do taste like hot cocoa…”you hummed pulling away.

“Oh shut it. You owe me one” he said yanking you back.

And there you guys say for the rest of the night.

With a quick make out sesh that you had to stop Rafe from ripping off his clothes and having sex at the beach for the 8th time.

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Not edited sorry for any typos!

Actually pumped for season 4

Happy fall you guys 😱

[roguelov]

I'm reading mythos by Stephen Fry rn (it's basically retelling the myths of the Greek gods) and it mentioned morpheus both as the god from mythology and as the character from the comics and it gave me an idea

y/n is very interested in Greek mythology, but didn't know that the gods and goddesses are real until meeting dream and hob.

cue y/n begging dream to set up a meeting between them and their favorite gods/goddesses (artemis my beloved <3)

which could also lead to some jealousy from dream and hob, to see y/n reduced to a blushing mess in front of the god/goddess lol

ohhh but also having dream tell the real stories of the gods?? since the myths we know aren't always accurate or lost to time

OR OR OR MEETING CALLIOPE??? y/n ditching dream and hob in order to talk to her about the gods and stuff???

oof okay i should stop here before it gets to long lol

YEESSSS I ADORE THIS AND FIND THIS SO FUNNY AND SO CUTE WITH THEIR JEALOUSY 😂

“Please?” You clasped your hands together. “Pretty please.”

Hob snorted, “Come on, love, what’s the harm?”

Morpheus closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. “The gods - no matter the religion they associate with - are not to be trifled with.”

“Just a small, tiny meeting,” you begged. “Like Artemis? I’m not asking to speak with Zeus or Ares … although I would find it interesting to speak with the God of War -“

“No.”

You frowned, “… no?”

Morpheus groaned, “No, as in you will not speak with Ares.”

You huffed under your breath, “I’m sure Ares would like speak with Hob, he would love to talk with a warrior/soldier.”

Hob raised his hands and nervously chuckled, “Perhaps another time.”

Your gaze turned back to Morpheus. “… please?”

Morpheus sighed heavily, “Artemis?”

You nodded excitedly.

“I will try to arrange a meeting, but only this once.”

You beamed, and instantly engulfed Morpheus in a hug. “Thank you!”

You darted off, elated and nervous. Hob stepped up to Morpheus smiling as you ran off. “Any regrets?”

Morpheus shook his head, “No, it is a simple meeting, nothing more. I am only pleased it is Artemis and no one more … problematic.”

Hob snickered.

***

You stood in a garden filled with most of the Greek gods and goddesses. Such parties - or gatherings - were a naturally occurrence among them, happy to gossip and reconnect in this modern age. Morpheus always had an open invitation, but declined.

Until now.

Now, adorn in Ancient Greek wear, you anxiously waited. Morpheus had excused himself to find Artemis while Hob found himself in a conversation with Dionysus as he tried to retrieve refreshments. As you twiddled your thumbs, someone approached you: a woman with kind eyes and a beautiful smile. Her smile only grew as she walked towards you, and your nerves skyrocketed.

Who is she? Shit, shit, shit. Oh, where is Hob and Morpheus? Come on, please!

“So you and the immortal have caught Oneiros’s eye, yes?” She asked.

“Oh, uh, yes,” you stuttered out.

“Relax, my dear, I mean you no harm. I know you are seeking company with someone else but please may I have a small conversation with one who is dating my dear ex’s husband?”

Your eyes widened then muttered, “Calliope.”

She nodded, “I am.”

Instantly, your mood shifted. You were thrilled to meet her, both for previous relationship with Morpheus but also to meet a goddess. You stepped forward, eyes twinkling. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“How sweet, it is an honor to meet you as well.”

“I have so many questions for you,” you blurted out.

“I’m sure you do.”

You shook your head, “It’s not about Morpheus, I’m actually interested in your life and your work … well most of the gods I am but I would to hear your story. And life either the other gods, and -“

She chuckled, “My, my what a curious brain of yours. Surely you keep Oneiros on his toes.”

You smiled sheepishly, “I suppose, along with Hob too.”

“A trait I’m sure they adore.”

You blushed. “… I would hope.”

“Well, dear, ask me anything you want,” Calliope smiled.

Off in the distance, Morpheus froze. He hadn’t located Artemis yet. He turned back to check on you only to freeze in place. Hob approached him, then followed his gaze.

“You know her?” Hob asked, sipping his wine.

“… she is my ex,” Morpheus whispered.

Hob coughed. “Really? That’s Calliope.”

“Yes.”

Hob glanced back over, seeing you giggle as you hung to each of Calliope’s words. “I think she’s about to steal our love.”

Morpheus sighed, “Perhaps this was a poor idea.”

Hob clapped Morpheus’s back, “Ah don’t fret about it.”

Morpheus’s eyes slowly scanned the vast garden seeing how a few other gods turned their gaze upon you. Gods who you should steer clear of, and others that you will talk all night with if you had the chance. “… it still does not sit well with me,” he grumbled under his breath.

[honeytama]

More Than Just a Meal

Vampire!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Gif by @hedonists

A/N: Written for Bunny's ( @cowpokeomens ) Summerween Extravaganza! Be aware that this work talks about visiting the grave of a deceased friend. Please tread carefully if that is a sensitive topic for you personally <3

Summary and Prompts: After returning to your friend's grave in the cemetery at night, you're found by a fiend dressed in all black. He won't let you leave. Not until he's revealed the full extent of his plans with you. Dialogue - “Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.”  Location - Graveyard

Content and Warnings: Vampire!Jolly, visiting a passed loved one in a cemetery, smut 18+, oral (receiving) against a gravestone (i'm sorry), praise, biting/blood/pain

Word Count: 1.8k

Two years ago, today, you’re best friend passed away. On the first anniversary of her death you chose to visit her grave to leave flowers and talk with her like old times; to share gossip from work and update her on your dating life. This year, you did the same, and it felt better to do it as more time has passed. You heal the friend-sized hole she left in your heart a little bit more every day and visiting her was a huge part of that healing process.

You remember having the friendship bracelet on, the one she made and gave to you years ago, around your wrist. While talking to the air around her gravestone, you twisted the beads in between your forefinger and thumb mindlessly. It was a natural habit as you wore the bracelet every day, to every occasion, and with every outfit.

You’re home now relaxing on your couch having just eaten dinner. You turn the TV on to the new show you've been binging hoping to continue your night, but as you bring your hand to your wrist and try to twist the wooden and crystal beads as usual, your eyes widen. Your wrist is empty.

The couch’s cushions and pillows are turned upside down. Your purse is unloaded onto the dining table. You search your place for thirty minutes while also retracing the steps you took throughout the day.

As you grab your keys, you plan to head to the last place left to look. The cemetery.

—

It was pitch dark out now and you cursed yourself for not changing into something more comfortable. The chill breeze pinched your bare legs as you walked through the graveyard in a black skirt.

While you are in a graveyard at night, something about the atmosphere feels more eerie than you expected. You swear there are a pair of eyes boring into your legs and that there’s a dark figure who continues to come into your peripheral as you try to find your friend’s gravestone. However, every time you turn or stop and listen for anyone else to be around, no one is present.

Reaching the gravestone, the bracelet is there, just placed nicely atop it. The letters BFF face outward as if someone positioned it themselves.

“Thank God,” you said aloud. You slip the bracelet on your wrist and turn to walk back to your car.

“God? You should be thanking me,” the man standing just a few feet in front of you scoffs.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” you yelp. While trying to calm your rising heart rate, you take a glance over him. He towers over you and he’s dressed well. You think that he must have come from a late funeral because he’s dressed from head to toe in all black. “I dont want trouble. I just came back to get this.” You point at your wrist.

“Well, I found it for you,” he smirks and tilts his head. “So, again, you should be thanking me.”

“Sir—” you start to try to walk away past him towards the parking lot.

He puts his arm out to stop you and his hand lands on your bicep. Your skin prickles at his touch. For two distinct reasons: he’s incredibly handsome and his fingers are freezing. “My name is Joakim,” he continues. “I didn’t mean to make you fear me. I just thought—.”

Never have you made a man of this stature stumble on his words before, so you gained curiosity. “You thought what?”

“I thought you looked stunning. Ravishing,” he finishes.

Oh. “Well,” your cheeks burn and you hope he can't see them blush through the dark. “If I thank you for the compliments and for finding my friend’s bracelet, then will you let me go to my car?”

“Of course,” he gives you a soft grin and it makes your chest flutter.

“You’re words are very sweet. I’m flattered,” you put your hands to your chest to send it. “And, thank you for finding my bracelet.”

“You're welcome beautiful, but now that I think about it…” Joakim slides his hands to your waist and pushes you lightly back toward your friend's gravestone. “Finding that for you in this massive place has me quite hungry.”

You should have known this guy was a creep. There was no way he was going to let you leave! Fear cascades over your body once again and you submit to allow him to press you into the stone. The top of it presses firmly into the muscle of your ass. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any food,” you stammer. “Just, please let me go, Joakim.”

“I love the way my name falls from your lips,” he looks down at you with a smile as his thumb passes over your bottom lip. “What’s your name, my sweet,” his voice is low.

Everything inside you screams to not share your name with the stranger pressed against you, but out of fear of what he would do if you refused, you tell him. “Y/N. Y/N is my name.”

“Oh, could just eat you up, Y/N. Maybe I will,” he grumbles in your ear. When he pulls away, he faces you and you can see the inside of his mouth for the first time. The moonlight shines against his canines and you notice they’re longer, pointed, and sharp. His tongue licks over them before asking, sweetly, “Will you let me eat you, Y/N?”

Lust shoots between your thighs and attacks a spot inside of you you’ve never known was there. “What– what do you mean?” You whisper as you clench your thighs together.

“What I mean is… do you want me to give you an experience that will change your life forever? No other man on earth will be able to satiate your need for what I’m about to give you. If you need me to put it frankly, do you want me to make you cum using my tongue while also serving me something I need? Badly.”

You watch as Joakim slowly drops to his knees before you. He sits on the heels of his feet and places his large hands with tattooed knuckles on your knees. Your chest heaves at the sight. It’s irresistible to allow your thighs to spread apart to make room for him revealing the wet spot on your panties to his fixated eyes.

“Y/N, because I need your permission,” he softly pushes your skirt up with his fingertips to reveal higher up your thighs. His cold skin gives you goosebumps, once again. “Give me your answer. Will you let me eat you?”

Were you really about to let this guy eat you out against your deceased best friend’s gravestone? She would approve. “Yes,” is the word that squeaks out of you as you nod at him vigorously.

“Good,” he smirks below you. “Now, get comfortable,” he commands while slipping his fingers underneath your skirt to hook them at the sides of your underwear. The chilled air grazes your pussy and you wince at the temperature change as he pulls them slowly, sensually down your legs. You watch as he slips them in his jacket pocket through your half-lidded eyes.

Your breath hitches as he ducks his head between your legs and your hands immediately bring themselves to the back of his head, interlacing your fingers with his smooth, straight black hair.

Joakim uses his hands to spread you open and his thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he takes inquisitive first licks to your clit. A gasp is let out of you when he dives deeper; he wraps his lips around your clit and his mustache tickles you incessantly.

“Your arousal tastes so heavenly, Y/N,” he moans against your skin. “You’re so special. I’ve never done this with a human before.”

He’s not human, you think, but the thought leaves you the second it passes through your brain. All you can focus on is his tongue. You feel him taste you; his tongue traveling to dip into your entrance curiously to gather more of your delicious juices. He groans monstrously while lapping and making figure-eights against your clit.

“Joakim, right there,” you whine and pull his head in closer with your hands when he hits the most perfect tempo.

He groans at your praise and it’s so low that it grumbles and vibrates against you. You chanting his name and “right there” also tells him you’re getting closer to your end. So, he decides it’s time for his meal, the one he so badly needed.

Joakim pulls away from your clit and finds a nice, plush spot at your inner thigh. He hisses before sinking his teeth into you and letting blood ooze from the two holes he’s made with his fangs.

“Fuck, ouch!” You wince and look down at Joakim between your legs as he pulls away. Blood drips from his fangs as he smiles eagerly up at you.

You want to curse at him, but the pain of his bite on your thigh turns to pleasure? The feeling between your legs is euphoric and your head spins trying to focus on his face. “I want more,” you whine. “Make me cum and I’ll let you suck me dry.”

“I’ll oblige,” he says before ducking under your skirt again. His tongue moves quickly, quicker than before, as he laps up your blood eagerly and laps at your aching cunt. He makes several other markings in your inner thighs, all demonstrated with pairs of perfect holes he’s left behind. When he finally sucks hard on your skin, to take you for all your worth, that’s when you finally let go on his mouth.

“Joakim, fuck!” You scream his name in the lonely, dark graveyard. You sway your hips and pull him in to ride his face as you get through your orgasm. Your chest heaves and your legs feel like they’re about to slide out from under you, but he catches your hips with his hands to stabilize you.

“Do you want to stand?” He murmurs as he takes out a handkerchief from the inside of his jacket to wipe his bloody mouth clean.

“Mhm,” you whine as you hold onto his shoulders for balance.

“You did so well,” he whispers as he smiles down at you in his arms. “I’ll remember this night forever.”

“Could I have my underwear, please?” You mumble against his chest.

“Well,” he tilts his head and chuckles, “that’s my other way of remembering you by? Maybe you can have them back if you choose to meet me here again.”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him. Honestly, he was right, no other man could match the feeling he gave you tonight.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Before I go…” He reaches under your skirt and softly touches over each of the markings he’s made. The pain of his bites subsides and you look down between your legs. All of them are gone.

“How did you—?” When you look up, a gust of cold air passes by you, and he’s gone.

[darklcy]

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀���𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius 

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on 

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

[i-was-a-well-kid-once]

Married couple-y things that Lucy and Lockwood do because they are a married couple: 

shoulder massages. don’t get me started. Like one of them will be sitting at the kitchen table, bent over the Thinking Cloth, working on figuring out a case or maybe doing some paperwork after a long case the night before, and the other will just come and casually start rubbing the other’s shoulders while talking to them, occasionally leaning down and commenting on what they’re doing.

They make each other tea and toast (it probably stops there because I hc that neither of them can cook to save their life) but they also make each other’s plates while the other is busy with something else. 

There are probably times where Lucy will fall asleep somewhere in the house, like in the library or maybe even at her desk in the basement, and Lockwood will drape a blanket over her and close the book she was reading and set it aside, or scoot her paperwork over so she won’t crumple it.

They definitely comfort each other after one of them has a nightmare (they both have so much trauma, it’s hard to say exactly what they have nightmares about, but I’d say they have them about the Other-Side the most). So they’ll just lay with the other, carding their fingers through their hair, mumbling nonsense to them to calm them down and take their mind off of it. 

Lockwood sometimes orders for her when they eat out, and despite Lucy’s usual defiance, she really doesn’t mind it. But you know if it was anyone else, she’d tell them she can do it herself just fine. 

We all know how much they fuss over each other’s health and well-being, especially during cases when they’re both always checking to make sure the other is alright.

Reassuring hand holding. When one is scared and needs some comfort, when they’re on a case and they just need to be sure the other is still there, or when they’re pulling the other away from something, like a Visitor.

The way Lockwood is protective, but in a sweet, genuine way, and not a jealous way. Like when he wants to make sure Lucy’s not over-exerting herself when she’s Listening.

Their bickering. We can’t forget about the bickering. Sometimes they argue about serious things, but we all know it’s usually about something stupid.

Lockwood giving Lucy jewelry with significant meaning. I just know he doesn’t stop after the necklaces. 

They can be sitting in the library together, Lockwood in his usual armchair, Lucy curled up on the couch, or maybe they’re leaning against each other, Lucy’s reading one of her mystery novels or drawing, and Lockwood’s reading a gossip magazine, but they’re still enjoying every minute of it because they’re together. 

They literally gravitate towards each other, always finding an excuse to touch the other, whether they’re squeezing the other’s hand as a reassurance, or placing a hand on the other’s arm gently to get their attention, or a gentle hand on the other’s back as they walk up to them to talk, or touching the other’s face because “you had something on your cheek”. 

Or sometimes when they’re sitting at the kitchen table, Lucy will just casually prop her feet up on Lockwood’s lap, and he’ll rest his hand on her ankles, not minding it at all, they probably do this subconsciously, like it’s the most natural thing. 

Neither will hesitate to let the other rest their head on their lap, either. Maybe after a case, one has a head injury, the other will run their fingers through their hair, holding an ice pack to their head. 

Nicknames. I’ve seen the hcs of “Lucy, darling” or “Lucy, dove,” that Lockwood will say without thinking, and Lucy will hardly notice, because we all know they do be like that.

And you know they do this all before they even start dating.

[nordschleifes]

chapter one — likes y cicatrices

➝ 2024 looks to be charlie's year, both on and off the track. hoping for an even better season than the previous one, she is certain that fernando's third title is within reach. however, it also brings thoughts about which future she wants with her boyfriend.

➝ word count: 3,4k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author's note: finally, the second part of charlie and fernando's story is now available for you all. updates will be released regularly, with the next one expected in november, as i’ll be at Interlagos at the end of this month. i hope you enjoy it, and by the way, happy birthday, charlie!

As she stood in the entranceway to the Aston Martin F1 factory, Charlie Whitlam couldn’t shake the strange feeling she had — it almost felt like her first day there. She flexed her fingers, hands jammed into the pockets of her black coat, trying to keep warm in the January breeze filtering into the building’s vestibule. She bit her lip nervously, trying to tell herself there was no reason to be so nervous — she’d been with the team for three years now, that was just another day in the office. 

But she was, mostly because of the man next to her, typing something quickly on his phone before putting it in the pocket of his green jacket

— They're coming — Jimmy said, as he picked up the camera hanging around his neck — You remember what you need to do, right? ?

— Greet Fernando and walk down the corridor next to him, right? — Charlie replied flatly, her eyes glued to the factory's entrance door.

— Well, yeah, but try to make it look natural. People will notice if it looks too staged, you know? 

— I'll greet him the way I always do.

— By kissing him on the mouth?  — Jimmy said, making her snort.

After the two weeks she had spent in Oviedo with Fernando, Charlie returned to the factory only to discover that her and Fernando’s relationship had become the topic of most of the workplace gossip. Articles in tabloids and on F1-related news blogs about her and Fernando,, as well as the picture that Fernando had posted of her on Instagram, graced the screens of almost every computer and smartphone at the Technology Center. 

When she returned to work following the Christmas holiday, she noticed that her colleagues treated her in a markedly different way, especially when talking to her one-on-one, almost as if they were trying to hold back asking her about her and Fernando’s relationship.  

It was irritating, to say the least.

— What, you really think I would kiss a driver on the mouth?

— You already do, don't you? — Jimmy retorted, cocking an eyebrow.

— I mean, sure, but not in a PR video. 

—  It’s not like it would be that weird. We all knew.

Charlie shot the team’s art director a glare.

— What do you mean, ‘we all knew’?

The man smiled. 

— Okay, at least the marketing department knew.

— How on Earth would you have known? 

— Because we saw all the photos I took of the two of you  last year. In fact, I saved some really great ones for TikTok…

— You’re not going to turn my relationship into material for a TikTok, or whatever. — Charlie said, bluntly — I'm here to win races, not to be the subject of some F1 romance story… I’m not some lovelorn idiot. 

— Sorry, I just see what the camera sees, Charlie — he said, causing Charlie to glare at him  — And there's no point in looking at me like that, it's true! You two look like two idiots in love…

Charlie clenched her jaw and turned her attention back to the door, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't like she wasn’t in love with Fernando — it was quite the opposite — but the way her coworkers’ view of her had shifted made her uncomfortable.  It was as if the person she was — the professional, the engineer — before her and Fernando’s relationship went public had been erased, leaving only Fernando Alonso’s Girlfriend in her place..

Simply being known as someone else’s girlfriend wasn’t in her plans.

— They’re here — Jimmy said, as a green Aston Martin DBX707 pulled into the drive at the entrance. He fiddled with one of the settings on his camera — Remember, make it look natural, okay?  

As she watched the passenger-side door of the SUV open, Charlie felt her stomach jump when she saw Fernando climb out. He said something to the driver as he got out, and had a bright smile on his face. It was the same smile he had before he kissed her that morning as they woke up in bed together at her flat.

As he passed into the entryway, Fernando walked towards her as if there was a gravitational pull between them. Charlie took her hands out of her pockets, preparing to greet him professionally, yet casually, as Jimmy instructed, but as he drew closer, Charlie felt like she was suddenly stuck, her mind blanking on what she was supposed to do. It was clear the driver felt the same way.

— Hi — Fernando said softly, after a few seconds.

— Hey.

There were a few more beats of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite. It was familiar, almost as if they were alone, her eyes saying everything her mouth couldn't say.

"You look stunning today".

“I wish I could have stayed with you in bed longer this morning.”

"I love you".

— That’s it? — Jimmy asked.

They both glanced at him, clearly confused.

— What do you mean? — Fernando asked

— Is this the way you greet each other?

Charlie looked at Fernando hesitantly. It was obvious they didn't greet each other like that, especially when they were alone. When Fernando arrived in England two days earlier, after nearly three weeks away from her, she had given him a… Much warmer welcome.

— Well, no — Fernando admitted — Last time, she was wearing something much more… Interesting.

Charlie’s eyes widened, and she playfully punched him in the arm.

— Fer!

— What? I didn’t lie.

— Jimmy doesn't need to know that…

— Not even that we didn’t go to the bedroom…

— No — Charlie said abruptly — That’s something else he doesn't need to know.

Jimmy couldn’t hold in his giggling, which made her a little uncomfortable. Charlie hated being seen as a joke. She didn’t mind joking around with her coworkers, but she’d always been a bit sensitive to being the butt of the joke at work, given that she was almost always the only woman on her team.

However, she swallowed down her discomfort. There was no sense in making a fuss, not right now.

— Okay, if we can't greet each other the usual way, how do you prefer, Jimmy? — Fernando asked, as he took Charlie’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, as if he sensed that she could use some support. 

— Well, certainly not the way you just did — he said, looking at his camera . Then, he looked up at the two of them — Seriously, that was weird. I can’t use any of that. 

— Are you sure? — Charlie asked

— Absolutely. Now let's try this again and, please, try to be natural.

It took three more takes to get something that was convincing without being too wooden.  During the second take, Charlie stretched her hand towards Fernando, intending to shake his hand, but instead, he proceeded to envelop her in a hug. When Jimmy finally declared that he was satisfied with the footage he’d gotten, Fernando couldn’t resist the urge to give Charlie a kiss to her temple.

They walked side-by-side through the corridors of the factory toward Charlie’s office in Engineering. Mercifully, Fernando’s presence caused a bit of a buzz in the office, as her coworkers gathered around to talk to him, having not seen the driver in a few months.  

 Charlie, grateful for the distraction, sat in her cubicle, not paying attention to Fernando or the interested questions from her coworkers. She still had a job to do, after all.

She was still lost in her own thoughts as sat at her desk, her eyes eventually finding the photo of her with her grandfather, Jamie, both of them smiling with the disassembled engine on the kitchen table. Charlie had always loved that photo, because of how neatly it summed her up as a person. She loved cars and engines, a love given to her by one of her grandparents, who both treated her as someone worthy of love and affection, not a mistake or a burden.

— Oh, there’s nothing in here with me — Fernando said, jolting her thoughts back to the present.

— What?

— There’s no photos of us.. Not even on your computer.

Charlie felt her cheeks heat up as she realized that the picture of the car on her computer’s desktop wallpaper was the AMR-22, with the number 5 on its nose. She hadn't even thought about changing it, which was all the better, given that she would like to keep her relationship as private as possible.

— I didn't want to give the others a reason to talk — she murmured.

— Well, now that they're talking anyway, I think we can leave discretion aside, yes? — Fernando said, taking a pen and a green Post-It pad from her desk. He smiled as he scribbled a message on the top sheet, before peeling it up and sticking it next to the photo of her and Jamie.

The handwriting was clumsy, a little slanted, but the words were clear, the meaning filling Charlie's chest with something warm and overwhelming.

“Te quiero, tu Fer”.

— Better this way, right? — he asked, with a small smile.

— Much better — Charlie replied.

They chatted a little more before Fernando announced that he was going to the simulator.

— Good. Once you get to grips with the new car, we need all the feedback you can give us.

— Do you want a full essay, or just a summary? — he asked, sarcastically

— On a Power Point — Charlie replied. It made him laugh, which made her heart feel quivery.

— Do you think I'm George, to do that?

— Well, you two are close, I wouldn’t be surprised if he taught you how to make them — she said, grinning.

Fernando playfully squeezed her shoulder in response.

— Unfortunately, I haven't had my class with him yet.

— What a shame…

— But I'll make something, if that's what you want.

— Perfect — Charlie said, as Fernando gave her a delicate kiss on the forehead before he turned and headed towards the hallway that led to the simulator, Jimmy following diligently behind.

Not for the first time, she wondered how Fernando — or any of the drivers, really — managed to put up with the madness of having attention on them constantly. Even at their office there was a microphone or camera trained on him at all times.  Charlie had asked him about it once, mostly wondering how she would deal with the reflected limelight she would get, but he simply said that “he was already used to it” and that she “shouldn’t worry about it”.

“Why shouldn’t I worry, Fer?”, she thought, clenching her jaw. 

The first time that Charlie got an idea of what Fernando’s day to day life was like was  shortly after he posted the first photo of them on his Instagram. In the comments of the post,he saw hundreds of comments saying that she wasn't as pretty as the other women he had dated, that she was just an “amigaALO” or worse, that they should have a “mini Nano” soon. 

The idea sent a shiver through her body.

She was thankful for the foresight she had to make her profile private, and that would not be changing any time soon.

— So, it looks like you didn’t die? — someone asked, the tone of their voice joking and light. Turning her head, Charlie found Raúl looking at her, leaning against her desk.

— Not yet, if that was your expectation.

— Maybe not an expectation, but I thought there might be a chance — the performance engineer said, crossing his arms — See, with you out of the picture, I might be able to step into race engineering.

— I'm sorry to frustrate your plans — she said, giggling.

— Although, if there's anyone who can deal with Fernando, it's you — Raúl smiled.

— You think so?

— Definitely, especially now that you've become Mrs. Alonso...

Charlie rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

— Not Mrs. Alonso…

— Not yet, Charlie — Raúl said — But it's a matter of time...

— If you say so — she said, turning her attention to her computer screen to glance at her email inbox. Then, Charlie looked back at her colleague — Now, can we talk about work?

— Of course… Mrs. Alonso.

The rest of the day was dedicated to correlating all of the data from aerodynamics and from simulator sessions done by Felipe and Stoffel earlier on in the break. It wasn't a simple task, especially when Fernando was starting to adapt to the new car, with a long simulator session that afternoon. The data was all over the place, and everything was still very unpredictable. 

It was already dark outside in Silverstone by the time Charlie decided she couldn’t focus any more and it was time to go home for the evening. . She thought about asking Fernando if he wanted to go with her, but spotted him recording something on his phone next to Jimmy, so she decided to let him know via WhatsApp that she would be waiting for him back at home.

The drive to Northampton was uneventful, with traffic much calmer than at other times of the year. However, unlike the motorway, Charlie felt like there was a miles-long traffic jam in her mind, complete with cars honking and drivers shouting things at each other, all because of what Raúl said. The Instagram comments were one thing - she didn’t know those people, after all, but she worked with Raúl's every day.

Charlie expected it when she and Fernando decided to start dating, as suddenly as all of it came along — she had anticipated being the subject of scrutiny from people around the world, across news sites and social media, but knowing that she was under similar scrutiny from the people she saw every day was worse. 

She knew Raúl probably didn’t mean anything by it, but it didn’t make it any less terrifying — that there were so many people watching them, full of expectations, wondering if she would be the woman that would finally make Fernando Alonso settle down and put a ring back on his finger, if he would finally trade his steering wheel for pushing a stroller. It was even deeper than that, she’d seen the news articles about him and his former relationships — soon, she’d see questions about whether or not she would be the one to give Spain the next Alonso to stand on the top step of a Formula 1 podium. 

“Is this how Diana felt?”, wondered.

As she stepped into her flat, Charlie kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag haphazardly on the sideboard in the entryway, sinking into her sofa with a sigh.

The funny thing about thinking about all that was that Fernando had never talked about marriage or children, not even before they started dating. It probably wasn't even something he was considering at that moment or in the near future or even with her. 

Charlie had long decided that she was not fit to be a wife or mother, especially given her history with her own mother. She never had any desire to have children. She was sure it would eventually come up and she and Fernando would have to talk about it, but she didn’t know how he would react. He’d made comments to the media in the past about being a father, and he was married a long time ago, but… Perhaps keeping those ideas away from them would have taken the driver a while to realize that she wasn't the person his fans expected her to be.

Maybe keeping those ideas away would keep the end at bay.

Charlie smiled into the darkness of her sitting room as she felt a lone tear run down her face. She felt pathetic, crying over possibilities and scenarios that only existed inside of her head, even more so to get upset about what Fernando’s fans would think of her. After all, Fernando was not in a relationship with his fans, and it shouldn’t matter what they think. But, at that moment, she felt crushed by expectations that were both known and unknown to her.

Running a hand over her cheek, she took a deep breath, trying to push down the lump that was tightening in her throat. Inside her own head, Charlie could hear Hannah, her therapist, telling her that she needed to keep her focus on what was real in the here and now, not on some imaginary ring or a baby in her arms. What was real was that they loved each other.

“And that’s enough for me”, Charlie thought to herself.

She was putting the finishing touches on dinner when Fernando finally arrived at her flat.

— Nena? — he called from the doorway.

— Kitchen.

A few seconds later, he appeared at the kitchen doorway a wide smile on his face, kissing Charlie on the cheek as he approached. 

— Good evening to you too — she laughed, as she felt his arms wrap around her waist.

— How are you? — Fernando whispered in her ear. She felt the bristles of his beard brush the shell of her ear, sending electric chills down her spine.

— Good, and you?

— Better now with you here.

The sentence filled her belly with butterflies.

— How was it in the simulator? — Charlie asked, trying to ignore the way his beard scratched her skin as he placed delicate kisses on the crook of her neck.

— Very good. I think we have a car to compete for the championship.

She dropped the spoon she was holding in the sink, turning to Fernando. 

— Really? You think the car is competitive? I spent all day working with the data and it felt like it was all over the place… Do you really think we can compete?

— I do. And we will win, nena.

She grinned, feeling like she was much more at ease as she plated up the pasta she was making. She asked Fernando if he wanted dinner, and he accepted, following her out to the dining table. 

However, as she went to put the plate down, she frowned, spotting a large black bag with a red-and-white Bell logo on it. The size and shape indicated that there was a helmet inside. 

— Fernando, how many times do I need to tell you that you can't keep putting your things on the dinner table? — she asked, as she turned toward the kitchen, where he was rummaging through a shelf for parmesan cheese. 

However, upon seeing the source of her irritation, he simply responded with a grin.

— I put it there because I didn't want to forget to show you — Fernando replied, leaving the cabinet open and walking to the table.

— Show me what?

— This — he said as he unzipped the bag theatrically presenting its contents to her. 

The helmet was the same design that he had almost always had, with red, yellow, and blue stripes — the colors of Spain’s flag and the blue of the Asturian flag — the sponsors' names followed the lines, forming a cohesive design. 

— Your helmet?

— The new one, yes — Fernando smiled — I asked them to leave it at the factory for the photo shoots, but I wanted to show it to you first.

She glanced at it for a few seconds, puzzled.

— But it’s the same as last year.

Fernando looked surprised, but his expression gave way to an almost sheepish blush

— Well, yeah, much of the design remains the same, but I added an important detail.

— You did?

He took the helmet from her, turning it over in his hands so that the right side was facing Charlie. She noticed the new addition right away, next to the attachment point for his HANS device. The spot normally occupied by a small cross now had a familiar-looking red rose.

— A heraldic rose? — she stammered.

— The rose of Lancaster, more specifically. It's on the coat of arms of Northamptonshire, in the same way that the Cruz de la Victoria is on the coat of arms of Asturias.

— Why?

— Because I wanted to have something of yours with me in the car at all times. And you know that you are my rose, don’t you?

— Full of thorns?

— Beautiful, Charlie — he corrected her — And with some thorns, but it's not like I'm afraid of them.

The feeling growing inside her was confusing and overwhelming. It was stronger and scarier than anything she had ever experienced in her life, but at the same time, it felt good. So good that she hugged him tightly, ignoring the helmet that had been left between them.

— Thank you, my dear — she whispered.

— I have to thank you, baby.

— For what?

— For making me dream again when I thought I didn’t need to anymore  — Fernando replied.

— Does that mean you dream now?

— Yes. And my biggest dream now is to have you with me forever, Charlie.

Even though she smiled at him, the sentence left her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Forever is too long, Fer”, she thought.

[keyh0use]

If Barry and Rafe were ‘official’, do you think Barry would be met with the same reception at the yacht club as Sofia is this season, with Ruthie calling Rafe out for dating a pogue and also do you think Rafe would have the same reaction of denial? Thought to ask the Topper expert, although I think he kept completely quiet that entire scene

No!

Here's my two main reasons: 1. Sofia can blend in and Barry can't. She isn't a kook but she's surrounded by the wealthiest of them all day, it's something she envies (for good reason, not knocking her for wanting a more comfortable, safer life) and she can play the part well. I seriously doubt visiting parties even realise she doesn't belong. On the flip side I don't think there's a universe where Barry would conform (maybe self indulgent here but Rafe wouldn't expect or want him to) and he would stay true to himself, to his style and mannerisms regardless of social status, company or partner. Because of this the kooks would already know, there's probably not a single one of them who hasn't seen him at a house party dealing, who hasn't seen Rafe trailing after him like a lost, doped up puppy. They were whatever to eachother at Tanneyhill, drinking beer and gossiping in a corner. On the beach, sitting too close as Rafe's eyes droop. In a bar sharing appetizers. What difference would it make to the majority of the north side, or at least the younger generation, if the two of them are doing the same shit in the country club or some benefit their parents forced them them to attend? Besides the obvious in-your-face differences between kooks and Barry, that they would've grown accustomed to by the events of season 4, he's not approachable and the fact he's sold to many, many of them would be reasoning enough for them to keep his name out of their mouth. This segues into reason two but fits here as well, Rafe could actually be himself with Barry, which means he wouldn't have to pretend to be a good guy when someone says something he doesn't like.

2. I feel like their dynamic happened naturally, quietly. Very little discussion. Very personal to them, they just work. They don't do certain things that will upset the other because it's common sense (Barry) or because someone got pissy over the very thought of something (Rafe), whatever it was. Barry definitely claims him verbally; my bitch, my boy, stuff like that. Rafe would do the same, less crude out of fear, but he certainly wouldn't correct others who refer to Barry as his boyfriend. (Meaning Wheezie). So Ruthie has a problem, tries to pick on Rafe for dating a pogue, would Rafe be dumb enough to deny their relationship? I doubt it, at least not out of embarrassment. Who thinks of Barry as a pogue? Not me, not Rafe, do you? He's just a handsome guy who happens to live on the cut. I've always viewed him as other from the kooks and the pogues. If Rafe did downplay their relationship, I think it would be out of uncertainty, the word boyfriend throwing him off and he just spews whatever deflective word vomit that comes to mind, little thought to what he's actually saying. But I know one thing for sure two things for certain my friend, regardless of Rafe's reasoning for denial, there's not a chance in the fiery depths of hell Barry is laid up with him afterwards playing house. I don't know if it's more satisfying to imagine Barry walks out without word, giving Rafe the cold shoulder without an explanation, dodging every call, text, visit; goes all in on revenge, cause he already knows all the soft, mushy parts of Rafe so he can make sure it really hurts this time; or Barry confronts Rafe right there in front of his friends, watches realisation set in, followed by horror, what he's said and done to them, what he's losing...maybe he'll cry, or beg, or chase after someone like Barry in front of all the high class patrons.

Let's just hope Rafe is smarter than that and would rightly put ms. Ruth in her place.

It's not the question so I won't go into Rafe and Topper being surface level friends (they're getting closer, that's the problem), or how having Barry around is necessary for them both to keep their sanity. Instead I'll just say Topper is indifferent to Sofia because her presence doesn't offend or benefit him. I know Topper wonders why Rafe is so determined to put on an act, has questioned him about why he isn't hanging out with Barry, tries not to get too involved in his friends life but it's so difficult when it's just them in the sharing circle.

Anyways I loved this question! Thank you for asking <3

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 11.

I poured creamer into my coffee, leaving it darker than Tara's. she was sitting in the dining room on her phone. her hair was up in a messy bun and she didn't have her makeup done yet, but she was just as beautiful, which made me smile.

"my parents grow this, but it's actually really good." I explain, sliding her mug across the table.

"girl, why do you hate your parents so much?" she looked up at me, sipping her coffee.

"they just kind of fucked me up, you know? ive been so sheltered my whole life until imwas finally able to move out. i mean, being sheltered is okay but being too kept up is traumatizing." i explained with a sigh.

"do you even talk to them anymore?" she asks cautiously.

"they still text me almost everyday." i explained, "but its always the same shit."

tara nods, returning to her coffee. "so, you and johnnie!"

"oh, hush. i doubt he thought of it as anything more than just 'kissing the homies.'" i rolled my eyes. "i mean, he did admit i make his life a hell of a lot better." i quoted.

"y/n, you are as blind as a damn bat. drunk words, sober thoughts."

"well, again, he couldve meant it friendly like im one of his best friends." i sighed, "i really dont want to get my hopes up."

"i cant wait until i can say 'i told you so' because best friends dont act like this." she shook her head and opened her phone, showing me the photos of me and johnnie she took. she scrolled through them. i memorized the way johnnies hands clung on to my waist and the way he tilted his head to meet mine. tara was right, friends dont do that.

"i guess youre right." i shrugged. "i have no argument for that, i guess well just have to play it by ear.

"thank you." she said, feeling accomplished.

"whatever, tara." i pursed my lips together.

"dont worry, ladies. the party is here." jake walked into the dining room with his arms in the air. his hair was messy as fuck and he was still in his new years outfit.

"oh my god, you stink." tara joked, plugging her nose as she rolled her eyes.

"i am embracing my natural scent. let me live, tara." he threw his arms down to his sides.

"well, its giving me nose cancer." i went along with tara, but he didnt actually smell bad.

"whatever." jake sassed, sitting down at the table.

"can i fill jake in?" tara asked, excitedly.

i laughed. "this isnt highschool gossip but i dont mind." she nodded and began to whisper in jakes ear. "you know, johnnies not up so you dont have to whisper."

"whisper what?" a tired, raspy voice asked. johnnie walked into the kitchen, also with messy hair and in the same clothes. a mix of eye shadow and eyebags make his sleepy blue eyes more prominant.

"nothing." i smiled, feeling my face heat up. i covered my mouth and looked away.

[theflyindutchwoman]

Well, I mean, we could come clean. Are you ready for that? Are you ready for Smitty's commentary on us dating or the "oohs" every time we walk into the roll call room together? Or we could lie. Okay, I have an idea. I heard from a C.I. that there were drugs coming out of the kitchen. And -- And you asked me to join as backup. Right. Like a soft undercover infiltration. Not bad. Thank you.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.10 - The List

This moment is actually the perfect introduction of the 'secret relationship' era… of what makes it so good, really : how bad they are at this secrecy thing. Embarrassingly (and hilariously) so. And the irony is that there's no reason for them to be this terrible. They usually thrive under pressure, undercover or not. They're naturally reserved when it comes to their personal life, shying away from PDAs and all… And they already spend so much time together, have a shorthand… And yet, they are downright awful at trying to conceal and pretend that nothing has changed between them.

Just the way they are standing in the bull pen gives them away… The whispering, the awkward smiles, checking every five seconds if anyone is watching them… Tim grinning when Officer Jan passes by… As if that's not suspicious in itself. Honestly, anyone who didn't know they were together before they went official should give their badges back on principle. And then, there's the content of their brainstorming… With Lucy trying to come up with a good reason as to why they were together at the 'most romantic restaurant in town' - other than the real reason. And let's talk about this for a second. It's never been confirmed but I'd like to think that it was Tim's idea to try this place for their first date. As much as he was uncomfortable at the pop-up restaurant at the beach, he doesn't mind going to fancy places either. Like the one he chose for his bet. So I could see him picking this restaurant, especially if Lucy had talked about it beforehand, wanting only the best for her… She's worth the effort after all.

For all the humor in this scene, there's also a more serious side. Starting with Lucy who is ready to come clean right away… Which is quite the statement from her, considering how she used to refuse to even put a label on her previous relationships. And the implications behind this… She is fine with disclosing their relationship to their superior officers after only one date. One that they didn't get to finish. Her certainty in them is so precious. And Tim's face… There are so many different emotions here. But mostly, he's taken aback by her readiness. It's clear he isn't yet - but it doesn't mean that he is less committed. As unserious as his comments about Smitty or the 'ooohs' are, it does reveal underneath what his concerns are : gossip. That their colleagues would be talking about them. About Lucy. And that's quite telling that this was his first thought. Not the issue of the chain of command, not that it could be too soon...

And to be fair, Lucy isn't any more keen to face their colleagues' judgements. Hence her choice to go for a cover story. And this is such a good callback to her approach to their undercover op… The one that started it all. Tim's smile when she tells him her story… I do wonder if his mind went back to her previous cover story, the one that broke his brain… Either way, he is looking so proud. Both of them for that matter. That is, until Nolan comes over… They barely make it a few seconds before blowing it up. All it took was for John to say hi. That's it. They're so worried on getting caught that they end up raising suspicion. Luckily for them, he is just befuddled, wondering what they are even talking about. Their faces once they realise that he doesn't have a clue as to what's going on and they were giving themselves away… They are so transparent. These two are a complete disaster and I love every second of this.

[redhotchilisimblr]

Building an Haitian-inspired save (cc-free, based in Sulani)

working on this side project has been sooo healing for me. as an haitian descendant, it's one of my dream to get my land back. but due to political/social issues, my family and I can't. lately, I've been very nostalgic of my island ; and because I can't go there, I planned to recreate some of my memories in the Sims instead.

i've started with the starters. this lot is for low-income residential rentals, called 'Villa Tripotay' ("Tripotay" in creole haitian means tattletale/gossips. So, if someone call you a tripotay, gurl, you are in trouble! Also, tripotay is both a noun and a verb). as for the sims created for this lot, i think about a looot of drama ;) i plan 4 small furnished houses (pink, blue, yellow and green). as so few people know and understand haitian culture, I plan to create sims and furnish all lots so you can have a glance on how people really live. keep in mind that Haiti is very different than what you can see on documentaries/news and despite its very bad reputation, this island is pure gold.

what i love about haitian architecture, its the diversity and the very unique and colorful materials. each house has its own palette ; also, we have a lot of fences varieties.

each porch area are dedicated to receiving visitors, so they are usually very well maintained. sometimes, you also have some game tables (like yellow house) or gardening. nature is a veryyy important part of haitian culture : most people tend to have fruits/vegetables or a shared garden somewhere (so yeah, its very rare in haiti to lack food in most area...). in this lot, the resident have their own corner, but I also plan to make common garden elsewhere.

i've put these 4 houses on each corner of the lot and the center is only a walking area we call "la kou" which is a place where people usually gather.

as for the interior, i've tried my best to recreate the vibe. i often share the pics with my sister to have her approval. so far, she says its very much look like it! if there's some haitian simmers out there, please, tell me what you think.

some rooms have curtains and the ones coming with the lovestruck EP are exaaactly the ones I'm looking for! on these lots, I've also added some cracks on the walls as the island is often subject to earthquakes and other natural disasters. but you know, haitian being so spiritual, they can overcome anything and, unfortunately, get use to it since birth.

as they're low income houses, they don't have much.. but Haiti being Haiti, the island of all paradox, be prepared for the luxurious homes too! there's plenty on the island, with amazing views. i think next lot will be a church as in Haiti our motto is "lekol, legliz, lakay" meaning "school, church, home" - pillar of the haitian mindset and values.

thanks for reading me and being around for so many years!

R.

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So you guys remember when Beau DeMayo's pitch bible for his own X-Men animated series got leaked a while back and everyone collectively went....

Largely thanks to the blatant mischaracterization and lack of the understanding of many of the characters?

Yeah, so recently I've been thinking about it again and comparing it to my own X-Men fanfic, "X-Men: The Next Mutation".

And it gave me the idea to do a Virgin vs. Chad thing where I compare the DeMayo versions of X-Men characters (more specifically, the ones that got the most controversy) and compare them to my versions of them.

The Virgin DeMayo Nightcrawler:

-Raised by Xavier and Magneto.

-Seemingly isn't related to Mystique at all.

-Was wasting his life away in a sideshow freak attraction (most definitely because of his mutation).

-Favors Magneto.

-Doesn't seem to be religious at all.

-Most definitely not a skilled swordsman.

-Most likely doesn't get any admirers.

The Chad Next Mutation Nightcrawler:

-Was raised by Mystique and the Brotherhood, but ran away because he couldn't take anymore of their violent ways.

-Pretty blatantly the son of Mystique.

-Although he did join the circus because of his appearance, he loved his time with them!

-Knows Magneto, but he ABSOLUTELY hates him! Since he's, ya know, still evil.

-Is a proud Catholic and very open about his faith.

-Is a skilled swordsman! Rocking the cutlasses everywhere he goes!

-Has a lot of admirers. But he only has the eyes for particularly lovely Romani mutant with probability manipulation powers.

The Virgin DeMayo Emma:

-A old colleague of Xavier.

-Is the school's guidance counselor because it fuels her love for gossip.

-Walking definition of a mega-bitch.

-A former London socialite and most likely rubs it in everyone's face.

-Treats Jean like absolute shit. Has literal beef with an actual teenager.

-Lets her pupils get away and even actively encourage them to treat others like shit.

-Definitely got her......endowments from surgery

-Definitely single.

The Chad Next Mutation Emma:

-Personally knows Charles, but not an old colleague of his. She's like, 21 in this series.

-Serves as kind of the resident therapist for X-Factor. But does so out of respect and genuine care for her teammates.

-Is rather stoic, straightforward and businesslike jack-of-all-trades with a caring side. Think Joe Friday from Dragnet or Cornfed from Duckman.

-Also comes from a wealthy London background, but prefers to keep that more on the low-down.

-Is very civil with Jean. In fact, out of all the X-Men, she's the second closest to her. Also, Jean is like three years younger than her.

-Doesn't have any pupils as of right now.

-Got her....endowments from puberty.

-Is currently dating a hot telepathic Japanese-English ninja girl.

The Virgin DeMayo Storm:

-Basically an edgelord

-Finds Xavier's ideals old-fashioned and out-touch and expresses genuine curiosity in Magneto's beliefs.

-Is literally a mean girl, seeing herself as a superior to everyone else, which somehow made her popular!

Hates Jean Grey and dead-ass sees her as competition for homecoming votes!

-Most likely straight (possibly even homophobic) and definitely not dating anyone.

The Chad Next Mutation Storm:

-While more street-smart and witty than most of her other iterations, still carries the trademark regalness and composure.

-Firmly believes in Xavier's ideals and wouldn't give Magneto the time of day.....because he's a madman.

-Is popular among her peers as well, but simply because just how naturally cool she is. Also, she treats her peers with respect and doesn't view herself as being superior to any of them.

-Loves Jean, is literally her best friend, and even considers her a SISTER! Plus, she would absolutely root for Jean if she had the chance to become homecoming queen!

-Is proudly bisexual and happily dating a beautiful winged flyer.

The Virgin DeMayo Colossus:

-Raised in the criminal underworld of Russia.

-Is the big jock on campus.

-Definitely isn't into the arts.

-Is a social climber and desperate to fit-in.

-Is a lousy student (because of course the jock would be a lousy student).

-Is quite aggressive and can be kind of a bully.

-Most definitely straight and homophobic. Probably trying to chase chicks all the time.

The Chad Next Mutation Colossus:

-Living a simple life on his family's farm.

-Not a jock (though he does love baseball).

-Is passionate about the arts.

-Perfectly fine with where he is socially.

-A pretty solid student overall (has a B+ GPA).

-Is a gentle giant, usually calm and would never bully anyone!

-Is pansexual and dating a cute cryogenic class clown.

The Virgin DeMayo Quicksilver:

-Is an all-around asshole and doesn't respect anyone.

-Impatient and entitled.

-Is of Boston aristocracy.

-Looks up to Magneto and follows in his beliefs. Though most likely not his son.

-Has no sister.

-More than happy to abuse humans.

-Definitely straight and most definitely homophobic.

The Chad Next Mutation Quicksilver:

-While cocky, is a pretty chill guy.

-Actually rather laid-back and humble. Despite moving fast, he would rather take things slow when possible.

-Is proudly of Romani background.

-Although he's Magneto grandson, does not look up to him at all and wants nothing to do with him in general.

-Has a sister.

-Doesn't want to hurt or abuse anyone in general.

-Is pansexual and dating a big blue furry, shapeshifting hunk.

Well that's all for now.

Let me know how my versions of the X-Men characters stack up to DeMayo's versions.

In fact, I'd like to see other X-Men fans to this as well.

Taking their own interpretations of the X-Men cast and comparing them to DeMayo's.