#it took hours to actually believe i was awake LOL

[isa-ah]

i have formally and officially entered the loop. sigh.

[twirlyleafs]

“Gold-digger.” (Pt2) (pt1 here)

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: nothing really, angsty? lol

A/N: oml so many of you asked for a part 2 and I’m just so happy you liked the first part!! thank uuu!!

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To say that you slept bad was an understatement. The moment Daniel let you in to his and Heidi’s hotel room you had started crying and it took almost half an hour before the couple got a sense of what had happened. They’d been at the dinner, hearing Maxs comments, and after piecing it together with what you were telling them now they began to see the bigger picture. Heidi sat with you on the balcony while Daniel made up the couch, insisting you should share the bed with his girlfriend despite your objection.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that much, and it wasn’t because Daniel’s snoring or Heidi’s tossing and turning. Every time you were about to fall asleep you could hear Maxs voice telling you what a shitty girlfriend you were, or you imagined him complaining to his friends that you used up his money like some sort of gold digger. You knew he didn’t think quite like that, and he definitely wouldn’t do any of those things but the knowledge of how he saw your whole relationship had you spiraling.

When Daniel woke, he was always an early riser, he found you already wide awake and anxious. The Aussie knew by the look on your face that you didn’t want to leave the safety of the hotel room alone and he quickly invited you to breakfast. Said and done, Daniel kissed his sleeping girlfriend goodbye before the two of you trudged out in the hallway. It was still early enough that everything was quiet and empty, the only sound being your yawn and Danny typing on his phone.

“You think they have pancakes?” You asked, rubbing your eyes as you walked. He hummed, looking up from his phone with a small smile.

“I hope so. I need some.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Me too. And I need them to practically be swimming in chocolate sauce and-“ You stopped, both talking and walking, when you saw a door open further down the hallway. Daniel walked a few more steps, glancing between Max stepping out of the room and you with an apologetic pout. He must’ve told Max you were coming. Asshole. You met his gaze and he mouthed a sorry, making you shake your head before carefully looking over at the man standing in the doorway. He offered an unsure smile. Daniel grabbed your arm, giving you no choice but to start walking again. When the two of you reached Max he gave you an encouraging squeeze and patted Max on the shoulder before he disappeared down the hallway. You should’ve known you couldn’t trust Daniel.

“Hey.” Max said softly, making you look up at him. You took note of the dark circles under his eyes and judging by the way his face fell he probably noticed how red yours were.

“Hi.”

“You wanna talk?” Max opened the door a bit wider and with a soft nod you snuck past him into the room. You heard him let out a breath of relief and you found yourself being almost grateful that he seemed to be just as nervous as you were. You sunk down on the edge of the bed, watching as Max sat down in one of the chairs. He rubbed his hands over his face before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged and pulled your legs up under yourself, casting your gaze down on your fiddling fingers. “Not to good, I guess.” You answered honestly, Max answering with a soft hum, agreeing. Things were quiet for a while before he spoke up.

“Are you still angry?” You would’ve been annoyed at the question if it wasn’t for the genuine sadness in his voice. Instead you shook your head.

“No. Just a bit sad I think.”

“I didn’t mean to make you sad schatje.” His words were almost whispered. You looked up at him through lashes.

“Do you still believe we’re only together because you’re paying me?”

“That was never- that not what I meant.” He practically whined, shaking his head. “I love you.”

“You just don’t think I actually love you? I’m just using you for your money?” Max gave you a defeated look, shaking his head quickly.

“That’s not-“

“It’s exactly what you said Max!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You felt the tears pressing behind your eyes again. “Do you know how much of a bad fucking girlfriend I feel like knowing that’s how you see us? Me?” His eyes widened slightly but he didn’t have time to say anything before you started talking again. “I mean, I would’ve paid for my own food, my own travels- everything! If I just knew you felt like that I wouldn’t have let you spend your money on me but you always insist and you’ve always told me you wanted to-“

“I do want to.” He intervened quickly.

“But you want to for the wrong reasons. You want to because you think you need to, because you think I want you to.” When your eyes met again you could tell Max didn’t know what to say. His mouth opened and closed again, no words coming out as his gaze faltered to the ground. You reached up and quickly wiped a stray tear, sniffing quietly as the silence settled. It felt like forever before you heard Maxs voice again.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t either.” You agreed.

“Let’s just-“ Max sighed, scratching the stubble on his cheek. “Let’s just go home, yeah?” When you didn’t answer he leaned forward slightly, trying to get your attention. You slowly raised your gaze to met his, both your eyes portraying to much emotions to process.

“I think I need to be alone for a bit.”

“Yeah, okay. Yeah sure.” He nodded, swallowing harshly. “I’ll- eh, I’ll go down to breakfast and you can order up? If you want to? And then I’ll text you when it’s time to leave for the airport?”

“No, Max.” You shook your head, face contorting in a sad frown. He paused, offering an encouraging nod. He wanted you to tell him what you needed, how to fix this. He was willing to do whatever you wanted. Or at least he thought so. “I think I need to be alone for more than a few hours. Like, I think I should travel alone back home, maybe even back to my parents for a bit. Just to-“

“Wait.” You hated the look of panic mixed with pure hurt that flashed across his face as he sat up a bit straighter. “Wait, no, y/n please.”

“I’m not saying that we’re breaking up Max.” You assured him, watching with a heavy heart as he stood, quickly making his way over to you. The second he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed his hands found yours and you could feel the panic seeping through his fingers.

“I get that I fucked up. I get that. I shouldn’t have said what I said, I didn’t mean it. Liefje please don’t-“

“Max.”

“Please don’t leave me. You know I love you, right?” With every word his voice lost its steadiness and you could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. “I love you so much-“

“Max.” You interrupted him again, pulling your hand from his grasp to reach up and cup his cheek. “I know, alright? I know. I love you too.” His eyes flickered between yours, unconsciously leaning into your palm.

“Don’t leave.”

With a soft breath you leaned in to press a light kiss against his lips before shuffling closer, letting him wrap his arms around your body. When you placed your head against his chest he tightened his grip, terrified of letting go. The two of you sat like that, just holding each other for what felt forever. You thought back on the past twelve hours. The words that had been said, the insecurities that’d bubbled up. You knew Max never meant to hurt you, you knew that even before you entered his hotel room this morning but the conversation you just had cemented it. The man currently holding you tightly against his chest was the love of your life, no doubt about it, but that didn’t change the fact that all you could think about right now was money. His money, your money, how you could ever let him spend even one euro on you ever again. The thought had your insides churning and that’s why you knew you needed time. Time to process and figure this out before you could come back to him.

“How long?” You snapped out of your thoughts at Maxs voice, so quiet and gentle that you barely caught it at first. When you asked what he meant he let out a breath. “How long do you need? How long til you come back?”

“I don’t know Max. But I’ll come back. I promise.”

~~~~

Ten days. For ten days the only contact between you and Max had been an occasional phone call and a few pictures. He sent you updates on Jimmy and Sassy and you answered with pictures of your parent’s dog, Bongo. Other than that he gave you the space you’d asked for, no matter how much it hurt him not to constantly beg you to come home.

During your time at your parent’s house you’d spent your time just being. Going back to your roots. You hadn’t been brought up traveling the world in private jets or expensive boats and despite loving your life with Max it felt nice to just trudge around your parents backyard in your pajamas, throwing sticks for your dog to fetch. Your father was the most logical person in your life, he’d always been the one you’d turn to when you needed advice and this time it was no different. Your parents both loved Max and they were obviously upset when you came home crying, but after a few days spent talking and reasoning with them you finally saw the situation in a different light. Your dad’s words echoed in your head as you carefully slipped the keys into the door of your apartment, a deep breath leaving your lips when you stepped inside. You were relived to finally be home and you could almost feel yourself buzzing at the thought of seeing Max again. You spoke his name as you walked through the apartment, frowning slightly at the stillness of it. It took you a few minutes before you finally made it to Maxs office, stopping in the doorway when you saw him. He was in his gaming chair, one knee tucked against his chest and chin resting tiredly against it. The computer was turned off, instead his attention was on the toy in his hand as he bounced it slightly for Sassy to play with. You smiled softly at the sight, feeling your chest swell when you heard Max mumble something to the cat.

“Where’s Jimmy?” Despite your words coming out soft and quiet Max flinched, dropping the toy to the ground as he looked up at you. His eyes were wide and lips parted slightly as he took you in, trying to convince himself you were really there.

“You’re home.” He stated and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, nodding.

“I told you I’d come back, right?” Max just shook his head, rising from the chair. In a few quick strides he reached you, immediately wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you tightly against his chest. Without a thought your arms snaked around his waist, feeling your whole body relax completely for the first time since before all this. You didn’t know exactly what it was that had you suddenly feel your throat closing up, the tears pressing behind your eyes as you turned your face even deeper into his shirt, but you knew they were good tears.

“Fuck.” Maxs voice was shaky, you could tell he was on the verge of crying too, and you squeezed him even tighter. “Fuck I missed you.”

“I missed you too Maxie.” You mumbled against his chest, breathing in his scent. You’d known you’d missed him while at your parents, but somehow you hadn’t expected to be quite this emotional reuniting with him. The two of you held each other for a moment, only separating slightly when Sassy pushed her way between your legs, loud noises leaving her small frame. As you leaned away from Max you chuckled down at the furry creature, softly assuring her that you’d missed her too, before your gaze moved up to your boyfriend. You found him already staring down at you, one hand reluctantly leaving your body to reach up and cup your cheek. When you leaned slightly into his palm you noticed him release a breath, finally a small smile making its way to his face. It disappeared too soon for your liking, a light frown taking its place.

“I’m so sorry.” He began, voice serious.

“Max-“ you sighed, but he shook his head and you pressed your lips together, deciding to let him talk. By the look on his face it seemed like he really needed to get this out.

“I realized a few days ago that I never actually apologized. I wanted to call and tell you straightaway but I didn’t want to disturb, I didn’t want to say it over text either but- baby I’m so sorry.” Max spoke slowly, he needed you to really hear him. “I never should’ve said any of that shit and even though I didn’t mean it like you think I did I should’ve realized how it sounded.” He paused for a second, hand slipping from your face to gently hold yours between your bodies. You nodded encouragingly, gently swiping your thumb across his knuckles as he continued. “For me it has always been sort of obvious that the things I have I’ve gotten because of racing. My dad always said that if I wanted something I had to be the best and I guess that just fucked with my head, fucked with the way I see myself and people around me. I’m used to people wanting something from me and somehow I applied that to you too, despite the fact that I’ve actually never felt like that with you. I fell in love with you because you made everything seem so effortless, like you just needed me and nothing else. You’ve never asked me for anything, even if you could and I’d happily give it to you, and I can’t for my life figure out why I would say what I said. I think it was my own insecurities, my fears, that had me place those thoughts on you and I can’t stress enough how fucking sorry I am for that.” He swallowed hard, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he waited for you to answer. Your eyes trailed over his face and you contemplated carefully how to respond before eventually speaking up.

“I know you didn’t mean it like- like I thought in the beginning. I realize that now, after some time. I understand your point of view- or maybe I don’t understand it but I accept it. I know you Max, I know the way your mind works and your insecurities. But you also know me and it really hurt me to know that even the thought of me being with you for your money crossed your mind.” His gaze dropped down to your hands at your words, nodding. He was ashamed, you knew he was, and despite knowing he might deserve it you really didn’t want him to. Not anymore. With a soft breath you pulled your hand from his, reaching up to cup both his cheeks. When Max met your gaze again you offered a small smile, thumbs moving over his skin. “We all let stupid thoughts cloud our minds sometimes, that’s human. I’m not holding it against you as long as you promise me you’ll tell me if you ever actually feel like I’m somehow taking advantage of you. Or your money.”

“I promise.” He nodded quickly and you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. Without another word you reached up on your toes, capturing his lips in a long awaited kiss. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a short and sweet peck the both of you craved more, having been away from each other for way too long. Max deepened the kiss and it didn’t take long until he hoisted you up in his arms, lips instead attacking your neck and shoulder as he mumbled scattered declarations of love against your skin.

Later that evening the two of you laid curled up in bed, legs tangled together and Maxs head placed securely on your chest. As your fingers combed their way through his hair his drew random shapes against your skin, both of you enjoying the sounds of Jimmy and Sassy’s purring from the other side of the bed.

“I’d love you every time.” Max mumbled suddenly, making you pause for a second before continuing your movement.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’d find you no matter what, I’d love you in every timeline and every universe. No matter what any of us were doing I’d find a way to be with you.” His words were almost a bit slurred, the sleepiness thick in his voice, but you heard him loud and clear and it made your heart swell.

“I’d find you too Max. Even if you worked at a gas station.”

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[hereforhalstead]

Pretty Girl

I’ll be honest, it’s midnight and I can’t sleep so here you go!

I also didn’t really imagine Jay for this (it was actually Trevor Wagner lol) so I didn’t use any names but feel free to picture detective chuckles in your reading!

also, if you think it’s rubbish. I agree but what are we gonna do?!

*****

‘I cant believe I’m gonna text him’ 

You scoffed to yourself, eyeing the phone you held in your hand, thumb hovering over his name on your chat list on whatsapp. Almost daring yourself not to give into the desires you knew you craved and that he could so easily fulfil.

‘are you awake?’

You sounded like a foolish teenager, thinking that sounded better than the stereotypical ‘you up?’ at 3am text. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

You almost threw your phone on the ground, it landing face up beside you as your knees were instinctively bought to your chest in panic, regretting sending the text as soon as you pressed send. 

Almost instantly, the phone lit up. You could see it from the corner of your eye, reluctant to look down.

You peered over your arm, wincing as you read the message through squinted eyes.

‘Of course, darling’

Your heart melted, your stomach flipped, your heart rate quickened. 

You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel this way.

He told you not to fall for him. 

Yet what did you do, oh yeah. 

You fell absolutely head over heels, 100%, life consumingly in love with him. Good one. 

Mere moments had passed, you hadn’t unlocked the phone as you sat and mustered a response. 

He hardly gave you much to go from, did you completely out yourself and admit why you messaged him or did you play it off with a simple ‘cool’?

Your phone once again, lit up in your hand. Your eyes darting to the screen without a second thought or hesitation as you scanned the words on the screen.

‘any particular reason you wanted to know, pretty girl?’

Shit, even through a screen he had you backed against a virtual wall. Making the hunger for him to have you actually pushed up against a wall, ten times more intense. 

‘just wondered if you wanted to come over, cant sleep’

You laughed at the innocent sad face added to the end, feeling the complete opposite and knowing he would see through it.

The grey ticks turned to blue as soon as you sent the message, quickly exiting out of the chat as though you didn’t want to seem desperate. 

Not like your phone was now stuck to your hand with your eyes not leaving the screen as you wait for his response. 

‘Poor baby, not sure how I would be able to help though?’

You could practically see the smug grin on his face, arm folded behind his head to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. Thumb dancing over the keypad as he probably typed out all the ways in which he could help, before deleting them as if nothing happened.

‘oh no!’

You yet again, sarcastically added the exclamation. Clearly having too much fun with the situation yourself now.

‘guess I will just have to try someone else’

Ordinarily you wouldn’t have sent such a text, you didn’t have anyone else you could ask, the ‘lucky’ bunch stored in your phone who you could text at early hours of the morning to come over.

Even if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else. Just him. 

You wanted to see how far you could push him, knowing the way his eyes would’ve darkened with reading the message.

Probably reading it a few times to ensure he read it right, phone clutched in his hand, bringing it up to his pursed lips in frustration. 

It took a significantly less amount of time to yet again see ‘typing’, flash up next to his name on the chat. Your heart rate though the roof as you hear your phone chime.

‘darling you are funny, we both know you wouldn’t dare’.

You sat on his response for a minute or two, letting him sweat as he could see you’d read the message. 

‘goodnight sweet cheeks’

You were proud of yourself for your blunt response, even if he didn’t reply, you’d sure be obscenely offended but you wouldn’t be shocked. 

If he had sent you a message even close to that, the phone probably would’ve been launched across the room and loud groan that could’ve been heard from down the corridor of your apartment building. 

The grey ticks, stayed grey for what felt like an eternity. In fact, you stared at the screen for 4 solid minutes, waiting. 

You huffed, regretting your text. Had you ruined it? Took it too far?

He could be an annoying prick sometimes and knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially when it came to making you jealous but in all honestly you couldn’t imagine him sending you a message like the one you had sent.

The room was silent, you took yourself over to the mirror as if you needed to take a long hard look at yourself, but in actual fact you just chuckled. Grow up. 

You needed to test him, needed to see how he felt. If he wanted you, he would. 

Simple as that. 

If you were going to keep falling for him, the least you could do was find out if you were both kind of on the same page, even the same book would be good! 

You continued to stare in the mirror as you got ready for bed, accepting your defeat and pondering on how you’ll deal with such rejection on a clear mind in the morning.

Scraping your hair into a ponytail, you saw your phone light up on the bed. Seeing his name flash at the top of the screen with the green and red ‘accept’, ‘decline’ buttons staring you in the face.

You froze. 

He knew you hated phone calls, especially when he hadn’t told you he was going to call. Prick.

Your thumb hit the accept button before your brain could scream at you to let it go to voicemail, holding the phone to your ear to hear that raspy voice you so desperately craved.

‘I’m outside, little one. You gonna come and let me in or should I try buzzing someone else?’

[neewtmas]

hihihi im here with the request hehe thank you so so so so much again you’re so amazing i can’t believe it

lockwood x she/her reader with the prompts

"Prove it."

"How much of that did you hear?"

“It's a long story." "I got time, try me."

but if they don’t make sense just go with the flow you’re already so so so so so wonderful for doing all of this i’m not gonna be picky lol 🫂🫂🩷🩷

hellooooo!!! thank you so much for these great prompts and for your patience!

I have to admit I did struggle with an idea at first but I think I turned it around and now I'm actually really proud of this, so I hope you like it too :)))

Enjoy 1.5k of Lockwood goodness just for you <333

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When you woke up, the room was filled with the pale glow of the full moon shining outside the attic window. Usually, Lucy pulled the curtains close when she went to bed, so there shouldn’t have been a way for the moonlight to disturb your peaceful slumber. Your eyes were heavy as you felt around the other side of the mattress. It was cold, Lucy’s blanket still folded up from the morning before. You slowly sat up, looking over at the little digital alarm clock on Lucy’s bedside table.

11:30.

Due to a headache, you had gone to bed earlier tonight, leaving your three colleagues behind in the living room. The pounding in your head had subsided considerably after a few hours of sleep, but your throat felt dry like sandpaper. You reached over to the cup on your bedside table, only to find it equally dry. Oh well. With your house slippers on, cup in hand, you made your way down the stairs. You made an effort to be quiet, just in case anyone else was sleeping already.

The kitchen was dark, and you didn’t bother switching on the bright light which would have probably only hurt your eyes anyway. The faucet was right by the window, where the moon shone bright enough for you to see what you were doing. After two cups of water, you were ready to make your way back to your bed. As you carefully pulled the kitchen door closed behind you, your eyes fell on the thin strip of light that poured out of the living room onto the floorboards of the hallway.

On second thought, maybe the bed could wait and you could join Lucy for some late-night talks in the living room. You stepped closer to the door, subconsciously trying to move as quietly as possible. As you approached the door, you could hear Lockwood’s voice as well as Lucy’s. So they were both still awake. The door was slightly ajar, allowing you to peer into the room before opening it fully.

Lockwood and Lucy sat on the couch, Lucy with her back to you. George was nowhere to be seen, probably in bed already. Something about the way Lockwood and Lucy were turned towards each other made you stop in your tracks. The hand that had been ready to push open the door slowly fell to your side, as you watched with wide eyes as Lockwood took both of Lucy’s hands, smiling at her tenderly.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.”

It felt like someone had placed a noose around your neck and pulled it tight. Were you about to watch Lockwood confess his love to Lucy?

Lockwood hesitated now. You watched Lucy squeeze his hands. “Go on”, she said encouragingly.

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your head was spinning as you stumbled backwards and blindly felt for the wall to steady you. The thought of them being able to hear you didn’t even cross your mind as you practically raced up the stairs.

⫘⫘A few minutes prior, in the living room⫘⫘

“No, stop! Try again.”

George was slouched in one of the chairs, biscuit in hand. “That was horrible, Lockwood. Where are the feelings? Where is the love? I’m not feeling the love!”

Lucy had to bite back a laugh as Lockwood grimaced. “It’s Lucy! You try confessing your undying love to Lucy, and we can talk again.”

She kicked his shin. “Hey! Don’t forget I’m trying to help you out here. Just imagine it’s Y/N. Shouldn’t be that hard, we know she’s all you think about.”

The tips of Lockwood’s ears went pink. “Alright, alright. Let’s try again. Lucy, don’t look at me like that or I’ll laugh.”

Lucy made an effort to keep a neutral expression. Lockwood went to grab both her hands and took a deep breath.

“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.” A short pause. George nodded encouragingly and showed a thumbs up. Lucy squeezed Lockwood’s hands.

“Go on.”

“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

Lockwood was about to continue when the sound of footsteps on the stairs sounded through the room. He immediately dropped Lucy’s hands. “Did you hear that?”

George got up, turning to the door. “Yes”, he said slowly. “Sounded like someone running up the stairs.” He and Lucy exchanged a worried look as Lockwood rushed to the door. “Shit! Do you think she heard?”

“Probably.”

“That was not the plan!” But Lockwood didn’t stay to explain what exactly the plan was, instead, he ran out into the hallway and up the stairs, taking three steps at once.

Lucy looked over to George. He just shrugged. “Maybe that was the kick in the ass he needed.”

Lockwood was sure that he had never run up a set of stairs that fast in his life. He was out of breath as he came to a halt in front of the door to the attic. His hands were sweaty as he knocked a few times, praying that you would open the door.

At the knock you sat up on the bed, frantically wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Who could that be? George? Maybe your running had woken him up and he was here to tell you off. You buried your head in your pillow. You didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to wallow in self-pity and cry about the fact that the boy you liked, liked your best friend instead. But the knocks continued.

You wiped your cheeks again, just for good measure and hoped that the tears weren’t so obvious. You pulled open the door, ready to tell George that you were sorry but not in the mood for a scene, but the words died in your throat as you came face to face with Lockwood. You gasped, trying to close the door again. He moved so quickly that you barely registered it and held it open.

“Are you crying?”, he asked, and while you shook your head, the tears came back with a vengeance at the concern and tenderness in his voice. “No”, you sniffled, taking a few steps back. “Leave me alone, please.”

He ignored you. “What’s wrong? Were you downstairs?” You didn’t say anything, just wiped another stray tear. Lockwood sighed deeply. “How much of that did you hear?"

It felt like your stomach had tied itself into a thousand knots. “Listen, Lockwood, I’m happy for you and Lucy, but please, I need some time to myself right now.”

“Y/N –“ Lockwood ran his hand through his hair. “Listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

Suddenly, you could feel anger rising within you. What was he trying to do? Flirting with you for months, keeping your hopes up, only to then choose Lucy and tell you ‘it’s not what it looks like’.

“It’s not? It seemed awfully clear to me, Lockwood.”

You could tell he was hurt by your sharp tone.

“I swear it’s not. Please, Y/N, you have to believe me. It's a long story."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I got time, try me."

Lockwood buried his face in his hand. It was hard for you to see him like this. He seemed to be in great distress.

He stepped closer to you, and you allowed him to take your hands, even though you immediately had the picture of him doing the same to Lucy in your mind.

“This is going to sound so dumb, but I promise you it’s the truth. I’ve been thinking so long about how I could possibly tell you how I feel about you. And George had this idea – this stupid idea where I would confess to Lucy, but pretend it’s you. Like a practice run. That’s what you heard.”

You stared at him. “How could I possibly believe that?”, you finally asked, and his shoulders slumped down. “You always know exactly what to say, in every situation. How am I supposed to believe that you need to practice –“

“Because you make me so unbelievably nervous, Y/N. You should have heard the five attempts before that final one. It was pathetic. George could have come up with something better.”

You smiled weakly. “I’m not sure about this.”

Lockwood looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “I know a way of proving it to you if you let me”, he said, his right hand slipping up your arm to cup your cheek. “Please?”

Your head was spinning from his sudden closeness and the warmth of his hand. You closed your eyes. “Prove it”, you whispered and your heart skipped a beat as you felt the soft touch of his lips on yours.

[katz-chow]

Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

[sherlockscumslut]

Being Diluc's maid...

18+ only. No plot at all, fem!reader, Master x maid role-play, soft!dom Diluc, established relationship, use of "Master", pet names [sweetheart], praise, squirting, vaginal fingering, Diluc is a little perv in this, standing position, doggy, spanking (once), creampie, cervix fucking, slight breeding kink (writer is fighting breeding kink allegations and it's not going well help).

Word count: 1413

Outfit inspiration (sfw link)

My AO3

More Genshin Thirst series

A/n: I know I promised Tighnari (since he won the poll with 38%) but have a Diluc instead. I hope you don't feel like you just lost your pity to him lol. Leave Tighnari for some other time.

Likes and/or reblogs are much appreciated 💙

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It's a quiet early morning in Dawn Winery. A place you never imagined you'd be at this hour of the day let alone sleeping on Diluc's king-sized bed. It feels like a dream waking up next to him every single day, so unreal that it makes you laugh about how awkward your relationship was at first. How awkward your first time was but also very passionate.

Feelings that get ignored or suppressed for a long time often lead to self-torture for both parties. On the other hand though, those suppressed feelings can lead to the best sex one can have.

Diluc's side is empty. You fell asleep early last night and didn't get to see what time he came back. Leaving you all by yourself was not of his character but man is busy guarding Mondstadt every night.

As you make your way downstairs in your nightgown, you see Diluc laying awake on the couch in his black robe.

"So here you are...did you sleep on the couch last night?" You asked as you approached him.

"Good morning, Miss. Yes, I slept here last night. Where else should I sleep?"

You shook your head. "What? Why didn't you come to bed? Is everything okay?"

"I don't think you understand Miss. And why don't you wear your uniform?"

His scarlet eyes showed genuine confusion, looking at your nightgown and then back at you.

"My...my uniform?"

"Did you check the closet in your room?"

It took you a moment to understand. He's in a playful mood and you decided to play along.

"I'm sorry, I didn't check. I will be back shortly."

"...Master." He empathized and winked at you.

Your stomach fluttered like the very first kiss. You couldn't believe that he actually slept on the couch for role-play's sake.

You ran upstairs and checked in the closet. Indeed, there was a white paper box with a black ribbon. A maid outfit was inside. "Hmm, so Master Diluc wants to have fun with a maid this time uh?" You thought out loud while putting the outfit on.

On the other side of the room, there was another closet full of costumes that you both wear from time to time to satisfy your fantasies.

Diluc loves that one nun costume he got you but it is not revealing at all. Just a regular nun costume, long and proper as it should be but something snapped in him when he saw you wearing it and acting in the role.

His voice still rings in your ears, praying to the Archons for forgiveness and thanking them at the same time for bringing him such a good proper girl. The memory is enough to arouse you. It's been a while since you put on a costume to satisfy your man.

"I'm back." You said as you approached him.

"You're missing something methinks..." He said without looking at you.

"I'm back, Master." You empathized.

"Come here, let me see you..." He waved his hand.

Diluc couldn't get his eyes off you. It almost felt like he wanted to devour you on the spot but he had planned it all so well and was willing to let himself suffer a little more before touching you.

"I was very sleepy last night and I might have accidentally stained the small carpet under the coffee table over there with grape juice. Mind if you take a closer look?"

"Yes, Master." You said and got on your knees with your thighs exposed and your ass barely covered with a black string.

"I don't think you're looking at the right spot, Miss." Diluc said, trying to keep you in place so he could stare at your ass for a bit longer.

"But Master, the stain is right here...on the edge of the carpet!"

"My fault, I know. I'm sorry if this is tough for you...Let me help you move the coffee table and get this carpet clean."

"No, it's...it's okay, Master. I can do it myself."

You tried to tease him but he was already on his knees behind you, still in his black robe.

"So you don't need my help?" His question sounded so genuine it almost felt like he wasn't just playing.

"Seems like I got myself an ambitious maid..." He continued and drew the black string far up. You flinched at the sensation of it sticking between your ass and pussy lips.

"Aah! Master..."

"Such strong-willed maids need to be rewarded, don't you think?"

His slap on your ass echoed in the room. It was strong enough to leave a red stamp on it and make you wetter than you already were.

"Master...do I really deserve such a reward?"

"Why you ask? You don't believe you're good enough? In that case...spread your legs for me."

His finger slipped inside you with ease and Diluc didn't hesitate to put another one. You felt your legs getting weaker with each movement of his finger inside you, curling and pressing over your sensitive spot.

The wet sounds of your pussy and your soft sighs were testing Diluc's patience who was at his breaking point.

"Hahh...just fuck me already..." You breathed out.

Diluc's fingers let go of your pussy and the view of your hole clenching on nothing sent shivers down his spine. He leaned over your back and kissed you on the lips. A sloppy yet passionate kiss while his hands squeezed your breasts over the fabric of the costume.

"This is your reward for being such a good maid for Master."

He didn't tease. He started to thrust in you slow and steady, feeling your velvet walls sucking his cock in, already to cum in any minute.

Diluc felt you were also close. His one hand was stroking your nipple while the other gently circled your clit.

You squeezed your thighs together and squirted all over his cock, your juices wetting his belly button. The warmth of your squirt and the whimpers that escaped your mouth got Diluc pressing your waist down on his cock, releasing his hot cum deep inside you.

You knew he wasn't done with just one round. Not when he plotted a whole scenario to get you all dress up.

[...]

"Now Miss, could you please clean the bookshelf over there?" He pointed at the other side of the room.

"Yes, Master." You said and got up, freeing yourself from his hands on your hips. Diluc followed you.

He sat on a chair near you, naked under his untied robe. He let his long red hair down and watched as his cum leaked in between your thighs, making him ready for another round.

You minded your business completely unbothered, letting him enjoy his favorite view. Deep down you knew you weren't satisfied either and decided to revive the flame in him.

"Master, I'm afraid I can't reach this spot."

"Hmm? Does my little maid need some help?" He grabbed you by the waist and slightly lift you up.

"Can you reach it now?"

"I think I need to lift me a little more, Master." You bit your lip.

"A little more huh? Well, how about this?"

He grabbed your thighs and lift you up, his nails almost piercing through your soft skin.

Drops of his cum were still leaking out of you as your legs were wide open. You felt his hard cock pressing on your sensitive clit and you whimpered as he teased you by sliding you up and down, your juices and his cum lubricating his cock.

This time he didn't slow down. He moved as fast as he could, trying not to let you fall off his arms. Your hands desperately tried to find something to hold on to. Maybe the books weren't a good idea as they started to fall on each side of the bookshelf due to Diluc's rapid movements.

He could reach so deep in your cervix in that position, making you scream his name as you were close to climax. Diluc had buried his face in your neck, his hair tickled your chin.

"You feel so good, sweetheart. I can't get enough of you...Hmmm...makes me wanna fuck a baby in you so much."

"Diluc!...I mean, Master!! I...ahhh!"

"Answer me, do you want it?"

"Yes, yes, Ma...ster..."

Diluc kissed you on the lips, shooting his seed straight into your womb. Regardless of how much leaked out again, you were happy to know that he thought of starting a family with you.

《 THE END 》

! Do no repost or translate !

Aft* Life is so hard 😭 I wish I was a maid in Dawn Winery so I could serve Diluc everyday and get my holes filled with his kids in return 😓

* Author's final thoughts

[natslildove]

gif not mine

Bring you back

natasha romanoff x reader

summary: since vormir, you haven’t been in touch with any avenger, you went missing. no one knew where you were or if you were even still alive. until one day, you hear a knock on the door and a familiar face awakes something inside of you, you thought was long gone. hope.

warnings: swearing, panic attack

authors note: sorry it took me like 2 weeks.. i kind of forgot what the story was supposed to be lol. anyways !!!! hope you enjoy it ! <3

you can find the previous chapter here.

11:07 AM

You’ve been in the compound for less than an hour and you’re at Tony and Bruce’s lab, being overwhelmed with theories of how and why they think they can bring Natasha back.

But the thing is, they only have about 2 days. To be precise, 56 hours. Natasha died at 7:13 PM. That’s why is always so hard to sleep when every night around that time, your mind goes back to Vormir.

“We think that, if we find a way to get to Vormir in time, we might have a chance to stop her”, Tony said.

“Stop her? Won’t that reverse the whole ‘saving the world’ thing?”, you say while looking at the place. It’s a mess. Natasha would’ve hated.

“No, you see, time doesn’t work that way. We can’t go back in time and undo something. It would just create a different timeline, but not change ours. If we go back in time and kill Thanos, everything he’s done will still be done but, the second we kill him, another string of time would be created.”

“Says who?”

“Someone who knows about this stuff, trust me”, Bruce tries to convince you without revealing his source. You look at Tony who just makes a gesture suggesting you to ignore this part.

“So you’re saying that, basically, all we have to do is… Go to Vormir?”

“At the right time, yes”, Stark seems hopeful.

“And why don’t you just get a quinjet or something and go?”

“Because, and that’s the problem, Vormir is about 15.000 light years… We can’t get there.”

You knew it. All of this was just bullshit and suddenly you hated yourself even more for believing there might actually be a way of bringing her back. You try processing what Bruce just said and it’s like the whole universe is laughing at you for being so stupid. How could you. You were fine. Or at least you tried to believe you were. She’s dead. She is dead. Natasha is dead. Your girlfriend is dead. Girlfriend. God, you couldn’t even propose to her, the ring long forgotten somewhere in the locked room. This is all so stupid. You’re so stupid and your girlfriend is dead and you never even get to call her your fiancé or wife or nothing. Nothing. She was nothing now. You’re not even a widow, you’re just nothing. You’re no one and you have no one. You’re alone. It should’ve been you. Not her. She was perfect, she deserved to live. She deserved to win. She should be here.

“Woah, hey! Y/N! Hey, what happened?” Tony is holding your face between his hands and you just now realize you were crying. Bawling. You heart was beating so fast you felt like throwing up.

Fucking panic attacks.

You couldn’t speak, your eyes going back and forth but never really looking at the man in front of you. You shake your head and dries your tears with the back of your hands with a certain strength. You whole face is red and Tony and Bruce are giving you pitiful looks.

God, you hated this. So much.

“I’m fine, it’s fine” you take a deep breath, “Just keep going… How- Is there a way to get there or not?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can-“

“I’m fine!”, you cut Bruce, “I’m fine, okay? Just answer me”

“Uhm, there might be a way”

“Stop with this might this might that. Just fucking say it already”

“You know Carol? Captain Marvel, Space chick, blonde and tall?”

“I know of her”

“She got her powers from the Tesseract”, Tony continues, “And now, she can fly trough galaxies like, super fast!“

“So we need her?”

“Not exactly”, this time, Bruce says, “Carol is really, really far away, not even with all her powers she could get there in time. We can’t even reach her”, the scientist looks at you, “We need the Tesseract”

“To create a machine?”

“To hit someone with it”, Tony says while cleaning his throat. You barely even listened.

“What? Are you- Are you serious?”

“It could work”

“It could kill someone! This Carol chick only survived because she was half Kratos or something!”

“Kree, and yeah, maybe, but”, the sortear guy keeps trying to convince you, “It worked! All we need is someone willing to do it. Without risk tests and all the regular procedures we are legally required to do”

Oh. A lab rat. They needed a lab rat dumb enough to sacrifice their life’s for a maybe.

Maybe the person will die. Maybe the whole compound would explode. Maybe it wouldn’t even do nothing.

Maybe they’d get Natasha back.

“I’ll do it”

“Yeah, we know Romeo”, Tony smiles. Bruce walks fast to a closet, opening and grabbing a suit.

“We made from your old measures but…”, Banner looks at you up and down and you feel embarrassed and exposed, “We might need to tighten a little bit”

Ouch, what a way to call you malnourished.

12:33 - 55 hours and 20 minutes until Vormir

Bruce was still measuring you in the lab and it was quiet. You knew he had questions but you were grateful he didn’t asked them.

Yelena enters the place holding a bag os chips and a bottle of water. She doesn’t say anything just gives it to you.

“Eat. And drink it”

“I’m not really hungry”

“I literally did not asked anything”, she opens the bag while still in your hands and grabs some chips, “Natasha will hate to see you like this”, she smiles, “I can picture her complaining about your habits”’ now she laughs, “I mean, when she sees your house she will freak out! You killed all her plants! The place is a mess”

“You’ve only seen the outside”

“Sure”

“What do you mean, ‘sure’?”

“I mean…”, she steals more chips, “Sure”

You get this weird feeling that she’s been visiting you without you realizing it. It says a lot about you.

When Yelena stops rambling about her sister, that’s when you realize you’ve eaten some chips. Basically the whole bag, per se.

“You talk as if you’re sure this will work”, now you’re drinking the water. Yelena is smiling not only because of the conversation.

“Someone has to, right?”

Yeah. Someone has to.

1049 words.

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[etherealdiva]

Astro Observations: Part 7

✨It’s best to not date during mercury retrograde. You can do whatever you want but by actual experience ESPECIALLY if the person you’re dating is a mercury rx native. Once it goes direct, they’ll directly leave also. Doesn’t have to be true for everyone but it def was true for me. Just wait until after the period over. My advice. Frankly, don’t date all. Lmao. Kidding!

✨Also please please please try and avoid accepting a new job offer during mercury rx and REVIEW the paperwork! During a rx in 2020 I was working as a temp and then they wanted to hire me full time. I was hesitant to sign anything but I did anyways (also idk why I even agree to the pay when it wasn’t that great :/ ) but I did and then a month later I got laid off. Also it was the year of the pandemic but still.

✨A way to look/learn at aspects: my little cheat sheet

✨Air/fire- sextile (Leo sextile gemini)

✨Water/earth- sextile (Taurus sextile cancer)

✨Same element- trine (Aries trine Leo)

✨Same modality/different sign- square (moon in Leo square moon in Taurus- they’re both fixed signs but not the same signs- they’re in the same group)

✨Sister/opposite signs- opposition (Pisces opposition Virgo) also count 6 months ahead from the current month to get the opposite sign.

January is Aquarius and 6 months later is July which is Leo season.

February- Pisces + 6 = August Virgo

March- Aries + 6 = September Libra

✨Same sign- conjunct (Aries conjunct Aries)

✨When reading a chart, for Psychological use then use placidus system. You will understand why a person acts the way they are.

✨For predictive skills then use whole sign and sidereal astrology I believe is much more accurate for events. Just my thought.

✨Are you a morning or night person? I always thought I was a night person since I’m a Pisces and I find myself overthinking late at night. But i also always fall asleep lmao. Anyways to figure it out 👇🏽

I have a day chart (sun through houses 7-12 is day chart and sun through houses 1-6 is a night chart) And I find myself actually an early bird. Doesn’t matter what time I sleep, I HAVE to be awake in the morning lol. I absolutely love the sun and the day time. I’m also a Leo moon in the 1st🤔 which is below the horizon

My sis is a sag sun in the 4th and she has trouble sleeping and absolutely loves sleeping in and hates waking up early. Her moon is in Aries in the 8th which is above the horizon. So it’s the opposite side for us both.

My best friend has her sun in the 11th (so she’s a day baby) and her moon in the 10th. It’s above the horizon and she will sleep all day but stay up all night. She’s a Taurus moon also so she does take a lot of naps lol.

A guy I dated has his sun in the 9th (he’s a day baby) and his moon is in the 12th and he also can stay up late! Or basically he’s active at night! We went on a date and then he came home, took a nap and then woke up at like midnight and worked for 3 hours!

For this, Focus on your moon placement since it’s a luminary!

✨Moon houses 1-6: below horizon and you are active in the morning

✨Moon houses 7-12: above horizon and you are active at night

✨The sign & planet that’s in your 5th house indicates what you buy that brings you pleasure or something you enjoy! Or in general what makes you happy/brings you pleasure.

If there’s no planets in there, look at the ruling planet.

Example: Sagittarius and Jupiter is in the 12th house (a Pisces house)

You would buy anything that has to do with spirituality and learning. Maybe esoteric books, counseling sessions with a spiritual mentor/coach, life coach, astrologer and/or tarot reading. Trips! Especially to foreign lands. Maybe always taking courses!

✨Aries/Mars: video games, sports and sports events, working out, a personal trainer, theme parks (like six flags), ziplining, things that you give you an adrenaline rush, sky diving

✨Taurus/Venus: fine wine and dining, satin sheets, candles, music, instruments, treating yourself to nice restaurants, spas, woodwork

✨Gemini/Mercury: journals, anything to do with your hands, books, trivia games, getaway trips, your car, spoiling your sibs

✨Cáncer/Moon: your home, redecorating, food, spoiling your mom, your kids, music, home made items, diy stuff

✨Leo/sun: concerts, anything that makes you look good, a makeover, your hair, camera, ring light, anything to invest in your performance (YT, tik tok etc)

✨Virgo/ Mercury: your pets, health, personal trainer, nutritionist, your meals, books, holistic healing

✨Libra/Venus: facials, spa days, art, spoiling your significant other, dating coach/advice, aesthetic items, dessert

✨Scorpio/Pluto: spell work, witchcraft, tarot reading, anything that changes your appearance, candles, shopping in general

✨Sagittarius/Jupiter: life coach, foreign trips, courses, school, self help books, experiences, going out drinking with friends, traveling anywhere, fun adventures

✨Capricorn/Saturn: designer brand, business items, anything that invests in your business, stocks, spoiling others with gifts instead of telling them you actually love them lmao (jk!)

✨Aquarius/Uranus: technology, computers, games, sci fi movies, volunteering, spoiling your friends, comic books, astrology readings

✨Pisces/Neptune: candles, crystals, tarot readings, substances (such as drinking), tattoos, psychic readings, music

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I don't remember where I read this small fic about Reader and the BAU team getting in a car crash but I honestly need more lol

Male Reader isn't a driver, he's more into motorcycles because they don't need as much spacial awareness as cars do. But ue does know how to drive since you need a drivers license to get a motorcycle license. Well during a long drive to find an unsub's location out in the woods, the team took turns driving. Derek knows that Reader is uncomfortable being behind a wheel and volunteers to stay up with him, making sure he's okay like the dad friend he is.

What the team doesnt know is that the unsub knows they're being followed and so the unsub decides to cause a wreck by speeding down one of the darkened trails in the woods and hits the BAU car

You can decide how injured everyone is and I hope this is an okay request

Is there a possibility it was this fic ?

Word count: 1152

Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

"How far out is this place?" JJ asks. Your current suspect (who you were almost 100% sure was the unsub) lived in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods.

"Four hours,"

"I'm sorry, it's four hours out?!" You exclaimed, head whipping in Hotch's direction. "He's driving four hours to dump a body? That's commitment..."

"What's the driving schedule?" Emily asked.

"Me, Morgan, Rossi and then (Y/N)," Hotch said.

"I don't know if it's a good idea," You say, hesitant. "I don't drive that often..."

"Hey man, I'll stay up, keep you company," Morgan offers with a grin, knowing that being the only one awake would add to your worry.

"Thanks," You give him a grin.

"What is it with you and motorcycles, anyway?" Emily teases.

"I don't need as much spatial awareness with them," You explain with a smirk.

She turned to Hotch, "Are we really letting this guy drive?"

"Just get in the car," Morgan laughed. The first two and a half hours of the journey, you were fine, not too anxious, knowing that you had a while before you actually had to drive. Then during Morgan's shift, he decides to stop for coffee - and naturally, you drink one too. Which was a bad move because now you're anxious as fuck. It starts with your knees bouncing, hands shaking, before you force your eyes closed and picture a variety of different movie scenes - mentally rewriting them so they ended the way they should have.

And, soon enough, it's your turn. Morgan makes sure to sit in the passenger seat, so that when everyone goes to sleep, at least you have him to chat to without worrying so much that you might wake the others.

Morgan, as promised, stays awake and you both find yourself debating the alternative movie endings you came up with earlier. Apparently, Morgan doesn't believe that Tony should have lived at the end of Endgame (and honestly, he's wrong - and you make sure to tell him that).

You pause the current conversation, squinting into the darkness, trying to figure out what it was exactly you could see just past the light of the headlights. "What the-?"

Morgan joins you in your confusion. You get slightly closer, slowing down just in case. And you can see the number plate, "Is that the unsub's vehicle?" Morgan asks, you're about to answer when the lights flick on and the car's speeding towards you with no sign of swerving.

"Shit!" You yell, swerving until a tree seemingly appears from nowhere and you slam the breaks, but it's too late and the car collides with the tree and then unsub's vehicle collides with the SUV. Your grip on the wheel is tight, even as the car crumbles, even as the metal dents around your legs and sides, even as the air bag activates and winds you, even as a sharp pain hits your torso. And then your grip loosens as you lose consciousness.

When you come to, the first thing you register is the pain, every part of your body hurts. "Is- Is everyone okay?" You ignore the tears that are starting to build, both from the smoke and the pain.

"We're all okay back here," Hotch answered with a small groan, moving his hand over his face.

"Is everyone awake?" You asked, various voices chimed in, confirming that they were all awake and okay. "Morgan?" You turned your head, panic gnawing at your stomach when you saw that he was still unconscious. You reach out, biting back a yelp when pain spread through your arm - you ignore it and lightly tap his face. "Morgan? Derek?"

"I think he's out for the count," Hotch mumbles and you nod, anxiety gnawing at your stomach. And pain. You let your eyes flicker down to your stomach, just to make sure you're okay. You know it's probably a few bruised ribs, maybe a few broken, but nothing major. But then you see the metal rod and your stomach drops.

"H'tch-" It comes out as a whisper, "Hotch-"

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"I-" You have no clue how to even describe it. There was fumbling and the sound of a low groan, Hotch. You shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the mental image of a metal rod sticking out of your abdomen. You open your eyes when a hand gently taps your cheek, Hotch gives you a small but reassuring smile. "Hotch,"

"I know," He replies, eyes not leaving yours, "I know, but you're going to be just fine, alright?"

When you nod, he turns behind him, "Can you check on Morgan?"

Then there's movement to your right, "Morgan?" JJ. Okay, someone was looking after Morgan, that's good.

"Hey," You look back at Hotch. "The ambulance is on its way, okay? You're going to be okay,"

"There's a whole ass metal rod in my stomach right now Hotch-"

"Let's not think about that right now,"

"Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." You nod. "Is Morgan okay?"

"He looks okay," JJ reassures, "I think he's just unconscious,"

You nod and sirens fill your ears and you let your eyes close for just a moment.

As it turns out, it was not for 'just a moment' but rather several moments. Many hours worth. In fact, since closing your eyes, you've had surgery, nurses have monitored your other injuries, set your arm in a cast, and bandaged you up. Derek had also woken up as the ambulance arrived, confused and dazed to say the least, but otherwise okay. He's not happy with the idea of staying overnight in the hospital, but a firm look from Hotch has him sighing and nodding.

You wake up, three hours after the surgery with a groan, you felt a dull ache, despite the numbing effect of the drugs. "(Y/N)?"

"H'tch," You give a small smile, despite the ache. "Morgan okay?"

"He's okay, everyone - including you - is okay,"

"That's good," You hum before you wince slightly, throat hurting. With a small roll of the eyes, Hotch hands you a small glass of water.

"Small sips," He reminds you, studying your face for a moment before turning back to his newspaper ('since when did Hotch reads newspapers?'). "They didn't have any good books to buy in the shop," Hotch answers.

"You're such a dad," You snort.

"Yep, now get some sleep or I'll ground you and that includes visitors," He answers. When you stare at him in confusion, trying to figure out if he's joking, he looks up and you and you quickly screw your eyes shut - just in case.

Turns out, it's a rather affective way to get to sleep and soon enough, you're waking up. This time, Morgan's there and you immediately grin. "Morgan!" You cheer and Morgan laughs.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," He teases.

"Whatever," You scoff, "I didn't have the chance to tell you, but how dare you say Tony Stark shouldn't have survived after defeating Thanos."

[gunilslaugh]

i know everyone tells you this but you do literally carry the xreader fandom on this site…i love you so much… also i would like to request how you think ot6 would be in a ldr? especially with a big time gap, like “good morning” “why are you awake so late” type time gap

Thank you! Hearing my reader say they love me kinda makes me shy lol...but I love you too....

All members (` • - • `)

Summary: Xdinary Heroes in a long distance relationship, with a large time difference.

WC:~1k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Long distance relationships weren’t exactly ideal in the first place, but you and Gunil made it work. Even with the addition of a huge time difference between the two of you. The time difference actually made your relationship a bit comical. For instance, when Gunil received your “How was practice? Did you eat dinner already?” and he responded with “Why are you awake? It’s like 2am for you go to bed!”. The roles can be reversed too. You’ll receive a sweet good morning text from him, “Good morning love 💘” and you respond with “Goodnight love 💞”. You guys still find plenty of time to talk, it’s just on opposite ends of the day for each of you. He’s having breakfast and you’re having dinner over a video call date. Some days the distance and time are rough to handle, but you and Gunil muscle through those days together. You and Gunil share the start and end of your days together. They may be flipped from one another, but you and Gunil make it work.

Jungsu 

Jungsu can watch the sunset and only a few hours later you can watch the sunrise. The end of his day is the start of yours. It’s a bit hard to believe that the two of you are able to make your long distance relationship flourish with such a large time difference between you. It’s completely possible though you and Jungsu found out how to beat the distance and time. The two of you call eachother often.

“Wait, why is it so dark where you are?” Jooyeon asked as he walked by while you and Jungsu were on call. 

“Because it’s nighttime here.” You moved your camera to show the darkness outside. Complete opposite of the daylight they were having. 

“Yeah they need to go to sleep soon.” Jungsu gives you a bit of a stern look. Jungsu was always concerned about you sleeping well. He loves how thoughtful your morning texts to him are, but at the same time he knows that’s really late for you and you should be sleeping. The same can be said for you.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok often jokes that you’re living in the past due to the big difference in time between you guys. He says things like. “I remember the nineteenth like it was yesterday” because it was yesterday for him, but it’s today for you. So you’ll joke that he’s living in the future. Jiseok does’t scold you for not sleeping. He’ll happily receive your good morning text, he does wonder why you’re still awake at such a time though. 

“Good morning ☀️ 😁” you sent him.  “Thank you! Why are you still up?” he responds back. “Work : / ” you replied. “Bad work 😑” he texts back, making you smile. The large time difference somehow doesn’t really affect you or Jiseok, it’s the distance that creates some difficulties. 

“The close-est I can get to cuddling you is holding my phone to my chest” Jiseok pouts. He’ll do just that until he can hold you in person and doesn’t plan on letting you go for a very long time once he does. 

O.de/Seungmin

Sometimes Seungmin looks back at your shared texts and laughs. Specifically the ones where you say “Good morning” and he says “Goodnight” or vice versa. The time difference made your long distance relationship more interesting. You ask him what he’s eating for dinner and he asks you what you're having for breakfast. Your days are basically revered from one another, but that won’t stop the two of you from having a happy relationship. It took some adjusting at first to get used to the big time difference, but now that you have it’s just another thing about your relationship. 

“Why are you calling me? It’s late for you,” You ask Seungmin as he called you in the morning. 

“I wanna talk to you,” he states simply. 

“You should sleep,” you tell him. 

“Then talk to me while I fall asleep,” he bargained. You agreed, talking to Seungmin until his eyes fell and stayed closed. His soft snores coming through over your speakers. 

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Multiple people have asked both you and Hyeongjun what was the point of being in a long distance relationship. Especially when there was such a huge time difference between you two as well. The point was that you and Hyeongjun loved each other. Loved each other so much that you would find how to deal with the distance and the time difference. 

“How was practice? :)” you texted Hyeongjun. “Why are you awake right now? :(“ he responded. You could imagine the pout on his face. “I was binge watching a show next thing I knew it was 3am” “Go to sleep” he tells you. “Ok” you replied. “Goodnight ✨” he sends you. Hyeongjun often worries about your sleep schedule because you often contact him at times when you shouldn’t be awake. Although he can’t say that his sleep schedule is always better than yours. He too will contact you when he should be sleeping, but his desire to talk to you is stronger than his desire to sleep sometimes. 

Jooyeon

Jooyeon manages to find a way to be a menace even with the big time difference between you both. “It’s finally the weekend! Oh no wait it’s Friday for you lol” is a text you received from him a little too much. He will also say things like “My yesterday is your today. What’s it like living in the past?”.  You usually retort with “Yes, and my tomorrow is your today. What’s it like living in the future?”. Jooyeon actually finds the time difference kinda cool. He thinks it makes your relationship more interesting. Not only are you physically so far apart, but you’re also not even always living on the same day. Jooyeon loves to call you when he should be sleeping. Even when you scold him about it. 

“Don’t hang up. I like falling asleep to the sound of your voice. It makes me feel closer to you,” Jooyeon said. You couldn’t really hang up on him after that. It almost becomes routine for you to talk to him while he falls asleep.

[zzzzzestforlife]

Thank u so much for your answer 💗 i am also in my early twenties (21) so this is gives me some motivation that i can have my shit together too 🤡 I have ADHD and it’s either I am very productive or absolutely not a functional human 😩 I especially have a hard time with my sleep schedule I could manage it last semester and set up a routine but this semester I have insomnia and my energy levels are so low 😭 do you have some apps to help u manage your goals? Or you write on paper? I want to set a system but I’m not sure how to !

Also what is your MBTI?

hello again, i'm glad i could help a bit! ☺️ although i've never been diagnosed, i relate so much to your situation, love. hope these help you! and now i'm also curious about your MBTI if you want to share 👀

apps i use 📱

YouTube — ok, not your standard productivity app, but hear me out: it's incredibly motivating when i can watch my favorite vloggers (ones who embody non-toxic productivity, good habits, and in general, aspects of the healthy and wholesome life i want to lead myself) and be inspired for the week/day/month/year ahead! i also use it to keep myself on task with easy-but-not-too-easy-listening playlists so that i don't get bored and zone out or something, and of course it's where i get all my comprehensible input for language learning! i'm a firm believer that it's not the took but rather how you use it. deleting social media doesn't work half as well as training yourself to use it in ways that serve you. yes, it takes more time and effort and there will be times you feel like you're backsliding, but it feels so good when you get into a healthy groove with it, trust me!

Standard Notes — no frills, great privacy, edit history so you can always roll back, super clean and easy to use. i love lists and this is great for that. definitely do an audit and purge every now and then no matter what app you use or else you'll always find yourself not knowing where you're at or where you need to be! i also use it to draft emails, important messages, even stuff i want to remember to say at work meetings (planning things in advance helps me orient myself better in the present to action on my goals~). i used it to journal as well before, but nowadays i journal longhand also because i want to practice handwriting in Korean/Chinese.

Notion — i use this more for long-term stable tracking/lists like Life Goals™️ (literally just a bucket list that i intend to evaluate once a year, but i give into the urge to do it roughly every quarter, lol). so if something's been in my Standard Notes for a while and hasn't changed, or i notice myself journaling about it regularly, i might transfer it out to Notion. i also manage my course notes and program plan here because i like being able to quickly search for things.

Tumblr — the challenges i've been doing are all that's keeping me accountable sometimes 😅 when it comes to goal-setting, something about needing to articulate as if someone else is going to read it helps me be more realistic and clear about what i want to achieve. the community support is also very motivating 🙏

Calm — the sleep/breathwork meditations help me a lot when i'm too wired or anxious to sleep. the also have some energizing ones that help when i need to be awake but feel too low energy🔋

Clock App — literally, just set an alarms for when you want to go to sleep. i recently turned mine off because i've gotten into the habit so much that it's more annoying than actually serving a purpose now, but in the beginning it helped me a lot. set them aggressively too, like the way you would when you want to make sure you wake up, like one to go off every five minutes for like an hour 😂 also since i'm juggling work, school, etc, it's very useful for making sure i get to all my appointments on time!

what i keep track of on paper 📝

journal entries — as i mentioned, i like doing this longhand lately as it feels more therapeutic when i'm writing myself out of a non-functional period.

school to-do list/daily planner — i don't know why i just started keeping track of this analog and it works well for me. i write down a masterlist of readings, assignments, etc. for the week and then from that list, write down what i'm going to tackle each day.

my MBTI

as a psychology student, i feel obliged to preface this with a short "your MBTI is not a stable thing because your personality is constantly evolving" speech, so:

your MBTI is not a stable thing because your personality is constantly evolving *end speech*

i'm INFJ (but i've also been ISFJ, INTJ, ENFJ, probably others i don't remember, basically if you're a different personality and we spend some time together, i will use my INFJ empathetic powers to become not-INFJ)

💌 previously answered ask for context in case anyone else is in a similar situation ❤️

[golbrocklovely]

What happened yesterday (if it's not too personal to ask)? Not trying to be nosy or anything, just offering a sympathetic ear - or eyes, I guess- for venting.

i'll share a little bit just bc i need to talk to someone that isn't my family (since they're the story).

and by a little i guess i mean the entire thing lol

this is sincerely, extremely long. i don't really expect you to write anything back - especially with how much shit happens in this story. but thanks for lending your ear. i honestly needed to talk this out.

my mom has chronic pain, on top of heart problems, anxiety, and needing sleeping pills. her primary doctor is out for a month or so, so they had someone else fill in. this guy is a complete and utter dickbag. first off, he doesn't "believe" in anxiety medications and argued with my mom about whether or not she even needs to take them. and then he said that he wanted to wane her off of them slowly bc he doesn't want her on them.

mind you, he is only filling in for her primary doctor.

so he was supposed to fill the scripts on tuesday. she calls, he never sent them to her pharmacy, but said "oh by friday you'll get them." mind you, she was already out of her medicine by tuesday.

my mom, for a couple months now, has been taking advil pms when shit like this happens (usually bc the pharmacy has fucked up tho bc her actual primary doctor is a really good one) bc they somewhat help her sleep (and don't really do anything for her pain, but that's not surprising). for the past couple days, she has been anxious as hell, ready to fly off the wagon at any second, and hasn't been getting much sleep.

she also is disabled, so her ability to walk is very small. she's can't walk far and usually at night falls a lot bc her balance isn't fantastic at night, especially after just waking up.

friday morning, around 4 am, i heard a loud bang come from her room. i heard her door open first and then the bang, so i thought at first maybe the dogs had to go out since they sleep in her room, and then she just accidentally fell or knocked something over.

both me and my brother found her, and she was completely out of it. she didn't know who we were, who she was, what the dogs' name were, and she was riving in pain. we thought we would have to call 911. miraculously, she snapped back to reality. or at least somewhat. we have now chalked this up to her most likely sleep walking (which is something she's never done).

but the rest of the day was not good. first off, from wednesday - friday around 12 pm, my mom had maybe slept collectively 10 hours, if that. that's being extremely generous on my end. after everything that happened at 4-5am on friday, i stayed with her until 6ish and then went back to sleep. i woke up to my brother yelling at her bc it was 12 and she had not slept. he was telling her that we needed to take her to the hospital.

and it was like that the whole day until 4 pm.

not only was she just not sleeping, we believe now that she took too many advil pms (bc of how exhausted she was) and it snapped something in her brain. that piled on top of her anxiety, her chronic pain, her breathing (which is also an issue) being bad for a couple weeks now, and about a million other things on her mind caused this break to happen. this was all keeping her awake. bc when she spoke, she wasn't making complete sense. like she could hold a conversation, she wasn't slurring her words, but she would go on tangents and loop back to certain talking points, regardless of what we were talking about.

like my mom was on oxy for a long time. didn't abuse it, but around the time of my father getting sicker, her doctors were taking her off of it after having her on such a high dose. but that was four years ago, and she was bringing it up yesterday. she kept talking about how it was an addiction and that she doesn't even believe she was actually in pain, she was just addicted to the pills. she also talked really badly about herself, which i won't get into.

now i need anyone reading this to understand: my mom is not an addict. she was prescribed pills that she never abused for 20 years. she has chronic pain, and will have chronic pain the rest of her life. i've seen her fall to the ground from pain, i've heard her cry out in the middle of the night. she's not making it up. there are way too many times i have seen her cry after going to doctors begging to not be on pills anymore bc they weren't working anymore. she doesn't want to live this way, but this is just reality. i have seen the way she has been abused by doctors that don't care, have no time for her, and just see her as an addict bc she was on oxy for so long. anytime she has mentioned about wanting something for pain, they act as if she's begging for pills bc she's a druggie. SHE PHYSICALLY CANNOT WALK FAR BUT THEY THINK SHE IS DOING THIS ALL FOR PILLS. she got discharged from a hospital years go after falling down the fucking stairs bc they saw she was taking oxy and just thought she was a druggie when in reality it was a combo of some medication that was doing it to her - which she was PRESCRIBED. she had a doctor that was giving her shots in her back (which is another thing that has been damaged in her body) that said to her "if i was you with all this pain and taking all these pills, i would have just killed myself. why do you stick around?"

but for some reason yesterday, all of her insecurities and all of the shittiest things my mom has been told over the years came to the surface and she fully believed them. it wasn't just about the pills either, it was about herself and her personal worth too.

and on top of all of that, she just wouldn't go to sleep. and she couldn't tell how much time had passed. she would lay down for not even five minutes, shoot right back up, and think hours had gone by. that's why we were ready to take her to the hospital if she couldn't sleep.

but finally at 4 pm, she went to sleep. and slept until midnight. she barely moved the whole night and we kept checking on her to make sure she was breathing. my brother fell asleep around 10ish, i woke her up at 12, and we talked for a bit. she didn't really remember what had happened friday.

which brings us into today. she's a lot more coherent. but her frame of reference is completely off. the things she did on tuesday she thinks of as a week ago. she doesn't remember talking to certain ppl on the phone that she did on wednesday, she feels like everything we tell her that happened yesterday happened in a dream. we'll ask her what she remembers, she doesn't know much, but when we tell her certain things she goes "oh yeah i remember that". she's not completely better, but she's way more coherent than yesterday.

me and my brother have no clue what happened. we don't know if it was a psychic break, psychosis, withdrawals from her medicines, taking too many advil pms without realizing it, lack of sleep, delirium, the starting signs of dementia, everything and then some - we're not sure. we're keeping an eye on her, and if anything seems worse, we're taking her to the hospital. but so far it feels like things are okay.

just bc this is something else i want to say - not too long ago they had her on xanax. which mind you, for someone her age, basically melts your fucking brain and liver. and for a while there when she was taking them, she was somewhat like this until she finally got this primary doctor who took her off of them bc she knew better than the psychologist or whoever that prescribing them to her. and also, in case anyone reading this is curious as to why we didn't just take her to the hospital: first off, she didn't want to go, and we would rather not take an ambulance which won't take her to the hospital she likes and then on top of that is $1000+ we don't really have to spend. second, we are not doing the best financially so the fewer hospital visits the better. third, we know that bc it was about to be the weekend, unless she was literally dying, all they would do is put her in a room and not do anything to help her until monday bc that's happened before.

if you're wondering how i'm feeling: i'm completely drained. i more defeated than anything else. i hate situations where i feel completely helpless in, and this was and continues to be one of them. i just want my mom back. i want her to be okay, and i'm so tired of her having to go thru shit like this with her fucking doctors. do they not realize they are taking her life in their hands when they act this way?? my brother is about ready to kill this guy, and i mean that very seriously. bc this asshole doesn't """""believe""""" in a medicine my mom takes, he almost fucking broke her brain. and i pray that this is just a fluke and not a permanent problem. bc if it is, i'm taking every single dime this man owns, and i mean it.

i just want things to go back to normal. to even 48 hours ago at this point. things were okay. or at least a certain stress level i'm used to. but the idea of losing my mom rn… i won't be able to manage it.

it really is always one step forward and 12 steps back.

[tomicaleto]

11 and 18!

Thank you for sending me this!

Weird Questions for Writers

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I guess I do? I try to fit everything I plan for a story in it but it doesn't always match the course of the sotry, so scenes that add to the worldbuilding, little details that no longer make sense as I keep writing must go. Usually, if the "darlings" I killed were scene ideas that may fit in a sequel (albeit reworked of course) I try to keep them as plot ideas or such to use later. If they are details well, so long I guess lol

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

You didn't provide a passage so I went and looked for one of my choice, let me know if you prefer another one and I'll be happy to add it to this:

But Obi-Wan did feel something. The slow, dragging steps of an approaching body. 

Obi-Wan winced. He had hoped the late hours awake would save him the vision. And yet, as he slowly turned around, he found himself standing in front of the creature of his nightmares.  He could spot blood around Anakin’s torso, places where the skin had been pierced during life. The right arm was missing, as the prosthetic Anakin had engineered for himself had been taken away before the funeral. The other hand was dirty, the nails broken. Obi-Wan took a step back and Anakin one forward. 

“I missed you, Obi-Wan.” He rasped out. Obi-Wan grimaced, his hand preparing to cast a spell. “I was so lonely down there. Why haven’t you visited me, Obi-Wan?”  His voice wouldn’t come out. Obi-Wan was frozen where he was standing, Anakin’s body getting closer and closer, his left arm raising before him. “You take my heart,” he whispered, his voice still unnerving, and his putrid hand finally cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, the strained skin making Obi-Wan’s stomach turn. Anakin’s thumb caressed his beard, staining it with dirt and dead flesh, what would have been a soft touch turned into a disgusting parody of itself.  “And then,” he continued, his voice turning into a screech, his mouth opening wide, insects and more dirt falling from it,  “leave me here to ROT !” His hand turned into a claw, scratching at Obi-Wan’s skin as he finally found the strength to scramble back.  Obi-Wan fell onto his butt and crawled back as far as he could, finally hitting his head against a column. The corpse took two steps forward before his left leg gave out, splitting in two at the knee. Losing its balance, it fell on his face, making a crunching sound that made Obi-Wan’s teeth hurt, then it turned into dust. 

This is from my fic Morbid aspects of my love where necromancer Obi-Wan summons the soul of his late husband Anakin. This scene, along with similar situations where Obi-Wan keeps interacting with Anakin's dead body contrast with the scenes where he interacts with Anakin's actual soul. He's not sure what this is happening, maybe his guilt plays games with him that his magic makes worse, maybe Anakin's latent magic is making this happen, who knows! It's a mystery.

I took inspiration from my own imaginations in regards to dead people close to me, I kept imagining them appearing in a decaying state, I guess my grief wasn't kind to me at all. This particular scene is the peak of this apparitions. While it's not the last, it is the most prominent and the one that catapults the result of this story. I tried my best to portray in words the most disgusting aspects of these apparitions, since I'm kinda squirmish, I tried to reflect the things that make me uncomfortable, even asking my brother (who was studying medicine at that time) about dead bodies appearances as they decay.

Thank you for sending me these questions, feel free to send me more if would like to :)

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy Ch 2 - Wynonna "Complicates Everything" Earp (Also on Ao3)

Wynonna (12:46am): i messed up

Wynonna (12:46am): wait

Wynonna (12:46am): maybe not

Wynonna (12:46am): not sure yet

Wynonna (12:47am): waves is gonna kill me tho

Wynonna (12:47am): rip it was nice knowing you

Wynonna (12:47am): of course she hasnt admitted that what youre doing is fake so….

Wynonna (12:48am): lol at me

Rosita (2:12am): i just got off my shift

Rosita (2:12am): and im assuming that youre asleep

Rosita (2:12am): so tell me in the morning

Rosita (2:12am): since you just left me hanging

Rosita (2:13am): bitch move earp

Wynonna (2:15am): i think i need to tell you in person

Wynonna (2:15am): ill come to your place in the morning?

Wynonna (2:15am): and bring coffee instead of punching you in the face :)

Rosita (2:15am): ok

A knock echoed on her door and Rosita eased herself up. Was she expecting someone? Oh right, the text chain with Wynonna came flooding back. Well, at least she was awake this time.

And fully dressed.

“Hello,” Rosita said as she opened the door.

“Hi.” Wynonna pushed by her to get into the apartment. She held up a tray of coffee and a box of donuts, “I bring a peace offering.”

“You actually brought coffee and donuts?” Rosita followed her into the living room and examined the box. “I should let you punch me more often.”

“It’s, well, it’s not just for that.”

Rosita sighed, “What did you do?”

Wynonna ignored her as she looked around the apartment, “Well, this certainly changed in 24 hours.”

“Well, some of us have to study for school.”

“Oh right, you’re a grad student.” Wynonna said and put the box down on a small space that Rosita cleared of papers. “Just like Waverly.”

“Yep.” Rosita said and took the coffee that Wynonna hadn’t and added a couple sugars. “So?”

“I didn’t mean to, okay?” Wynonna said. “I just didn’t really have any other options.”

“Wynonna.” Rosita’s stomach was feeling worse by the second.

“Okay, okay, so last night, Nicole and I got sloshed. As you saw. Though she was definitely more sloshed than me, for the record.”

“I was there, I’m aware of how drunk you were when you left.”

“And so, I say something like, how you’re just fake dating.”

“Wynonna-”

“But I saved it.” Wynonna grimaced. “Sorta.”

“How could you save it?”

“I convinced her that I said that ‘we should fake date.’”

“What?”

“And she agreed.”

Rosita blinked several times. “She, what?”

Wynonna took a large sip of coffee. “She agreed to fake date me.”

“Why?”

“Um, well I told her, maybe then Waverly would see what she was missing out on.”

“Waverly is going to freak out,” Rosita rubbed her temples. Maybe it was still too early for this. “Why can’t they just ask each other out like normal people?”

“Yes.” Wynonna said, “But considering she’s never actually admitted to me that she likes Nicole, she can’t completely blame me.”

“She’s not going to blame you, she’s going to insist that this means Nicole doesn’t like her. God it was bad enough last night with Nicole ‘complimenting’ me.”

Wynonna grimaced, “Yeah, I’d hoped that Nicole would forget about it all in the morning, but,” Wynonna took out her phone, ensuring that the screen was on.

Haughtstuff (10:03am): So, I’ve thought a lot about your proposition last night, and you made some good points, so I think that we should do it. You’re the best, thanks for doing this for me.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Wynonna buried her face in her hands.

“She even used perfect grammar.”

“That’s code for, she’s still a little drunk and is trying too hard to make it seem like she’s fine.” 

Rosita sighed. “Waverly is extremely insecure because Nicole called me hot last night.”

“Well she isn’t blind even if she’s hung up on my sister and blind about that.” Wynonna smirked.

“Wynonna.” Rosita said, “How are you going to convince Waverly? You guys aren’t believable in the slightest.”

Wynonna just stared at her.

“Right,” Rosita sighed, “She’s hopeless.”

“Yeah,” Wynonna said and took a large bite from her donut.

“Ugh,” Rosita sighed and rubbed her head. “Luckily, I convinced Waverly to date me until the end of the month.”

“So that’s our deadline.”

“Yes.”

“We have to make it terrible for them.” Wynonna said.

“No, we just need to make sure they know that they want each other.” Rosita said. “Somehow with both of them in relationships for the first time in, what two years?” Wynonna nodded.

“You know, this is probably why the closet thing didn’t work out.” Wynonna commented.

“What?” Rosita couldn’t understand how that had to do with anything.

“If you had been there, I’m sure that it would have.”

“Thanks.” Rosita said as a smile crossed her lips for the first time since Wynonna showed her the texts.

“Besides,” Wynonna flopped down on Rosita’s couch and stuffed another donut into her mouth. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault!” Rosita exclaimed. “Fake dating was Waverly’s idea.”

“Yes, and you agreed.” Wynonna shrugged. “If you hadn’t.” Wynonna shrugged, looking far too delighted at the outrage on Rosita’s face. “I know that Nicole and I never would have gotten into this situation.”

Rosita threw one of the sugar packets at Wynonna. “Oh yes, this is totally my fault.” She rolled her eyes, “If I wasn’t here Waverly and Nicole would already be making out.”

“We can never know.” Wynonna said sagely.

“I hate you.” Rosita grumbled.

Wynonna just grinned at her.

“I’m not giving up,” Rosita said, “So now we,” She emphasized the last word, “need to figure out how to convince Waverly that Nicole likes her even though she’s dating her sister.”

Wynonna just chewed on a donut. “I don’t know, but this way, we can play them both right? Like do a double date and ditch them.”

It was the only good idea that Wynonna had shared. Rosita found herself sighing. And not just because the coffee was really good. “Goddamnit Wynonna. You’re actually doing this.”

“I mean I already told Nicole yes.”

Rosita pointed at the coffee, “You owe me coffee for the rest of the week to make up for this.”

“Of course, Boobs McStuffins. It would be my pleasure.” 

“Good.” Rosita said, “It can be delivered here at 10am unless otherwise specified. Now, get out, I need to study.”

Wynonna nodded and snagged one more donut.

“And I have to say,” Wynonna said once she stepped outside, “You do look extremely nice, even if I was wishing that you had forgotten to wear pants again.”

“Goodbye.” Rosita said forcefully. 

She shut the door with a smile on her face.

Rosita jumped and Jeremy knocked off his binder as the table reverberated with a thud. She glared at Waverly who sighed over the large stack of books she’d just dropped. Every single time. They weren’t in the, make a sound and the librarian will haunt you for the rest of your life section, but they were in the, why do you need to throw twenty pounds of books onto the table without a care section.

Rosita went back to the calculations that were giving her a headache and ignored Waverly as she loudly flipped through the top book. These were hard enough without her sighing.

“Are you alright?” Rosita cut through one of Waverly’s sighs.

“I am having the worst day.” Wavery said.

“Really?” Rosita asked. She probably should have expected this.

“What happened?” Jeremy asked without a trace of annoyance on his face. Why was she surrounded by nice people?

“I was late, because of course my car wasn’t starting, so I took the bus, which is always a mistake. I should have just let Nicole drive me, and then I wouldn’t have spilled my coffee all over the stupid bus. And then Professor Vaughn said that my paper was elementary! A paper on Ancient Sumerian!” Waverly punctated each sentence with a pound on her stack of books. “Not to mention that the creep Will followed me from class to the coffee shop and they were out of non dairy milk!” Waverly stopped. “At least you guys are still here.”

Oh no.

“And Rosita, Will wouldn’t believe me when I told him I was in a relationship, so you better go set him up straight.”

“Right.”

“Aww, you and Nic- ow!” Rosita kicked Jeremy before he could finish his sentence.

“Jeremy,” Rosita said with a patronizing smile, “Waverly and I are in a relationship.”

He laughed, but when they didn’t join him he stopped and looked between them nervously. “Wait, you’re serious? This isn’t a joke?” Long ago, Rosita had filled Jeremy in on Waverly’s non relationship with Nicole, it was one of their favorite subjects when they were procrastinating on a lab. It didn’t help that sadly it was currently the closest thing either of them had to a real relationship. Rosita glared at him and elbowed him in the side. “I mean,” he coughed, “Congratulations! Um, when did this happen?”

“Two days ago, I asked Rosita out. She said yes.” Waverly smiled. If Rosita didn’t know better she’d think that Waverly was genuinely happy with their relationship.

Rosita watched as Jeremy struggled to keep his expression anything other than just shock. “Oh? Wow, I didn’t know you liked her.” An awkward silence met his statement. “That’s cool though,” He nodded his head quickly, “I mean we are all friends so I hope if you break up, not that I’m saying you’ll break up-” Rosita elbowed him again, “Anyway, what prompted you asking her? Her looking totally hot?” Rosita mimed gagging at him

Waverly ignored them, “Have you ever felt you were in a rut?” She stared at them as they looked blankly at her.

“Oh, I thought that was rhetorical.” Jeremy chuckled nervously, “Um, yes you see on one of my projects for-”

“Please don’t continue.” Rosita sighed and Jeremy wisely closed his mouth and nodded at Waverly to continue.

“Well I’ve been in the rut for a very long time.” Two long years, echoed in Rosita’s head, “And I needed to do something about it.”

“And that was to date Rosita?” Jeremy asked. Now he just looked genuinely confused.

“Yes.” Waverly exclaimed like he was the only one who got Final Jeopardy right.

“Basically,” Rosita cut in before Jeremy could ask her something else and force Waverly to continue to pretend she wasn’t in love with someone else, “We think the other one is attractive and we thought why not try it out.”

“You guys certainly live on the wild side.”

Waverly and Rosita shared a look. 

“What?” Rosita could only say.

“Oh, um, I mean,” He didn’t seem to realize that he had said his previous comment out loud, “Just that you’re coworkers, and you know we’re all friends, so if you break up, well sorry Rosita, but I’m staying friends with Waverly.”

“Jeremy!” Rosita and Waverly said at once.

“What?” He tried to sink into his chair. “She’s nicer.”

“We actually have some classes together, asshole.” Maybe she shouldn’t tell him it is all fake now.

“Oh, that’s a good point.” Jeremy sighed. “Dang, I’m going to have to reevaluate, don’t break up until I’ve figured it all out.”

“Glad you have so much faith and care so deeply.” Rosita scoffed.

“I have faith, I just, I.” Jeremy gave up, “I’m going to work on my homework now.”

“Good idea.” Rosita said.

Waverly caught Rosita’s eye and they barely managed to keep from cracking up as Jeremy hunched over his textbook, a faint sheen of sweat visible on his brow.

Finals were in three weeks, so they turned back to their own work into silence. Rosita wished she could understand her professor’s logic in assigning a ridiculous amount of work right now. It wasn’t the first time that she was glad that she had elected to get a job at Shorty’s instead of being a TA. One of her lab partners was swimming in not only her own work, but all the work that she had to grade. Bartending might mean late hours dealing with annoying customers, but at least the annoying customers didn’t give her homework she had to review after she was off the clock.

Waverly’s phone beeped, interrupting the silence and almost making Jeremy knock his binder off again, and Waverly scowled. She was hardly one to forget to silence her phone. “Oh it’s Wynonna. Aww, she wants to have dinner with me.” 

“You shouldn’t go.” Rosita blurted out before she could stop herself.

“What?” Waverly said, “Why not?”

Rosita had never hated anyone as much as she did Wynonna at that moment. How to explain to your friend that their bad day is going to get a lot worse because the love of their life is fake dating your sister but you’ve been sworn to secrecy and can’t say that? “Don’t you have a lot of studying to do? I know you’ll be doing a make-up essay for Professor Vaughn.”

“He doesn’t deserve any extra work.” Waverly bit out. “The old bastard. No, a nice dinner with Wynonna is exactly what I need. I guess I’ll go check these out if I want to get back on the right bus.”

“I could-” Rosita didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before Waverly had whirled out of the library. Not that she’d take Rosita up on the ride, Rosita still had another class and Waverly would miss dinner if she waited. Which would probably be a good thing.

“Okay,” Jeremy said, “I thought you said Waverly was in love with her hot roommate.”

“She is. And her roommate’s name is Haught.”

“Okay, first of all, there’s barely a difference! And that’s besides the point! You’re dating Waverly?”

“Yes.” Rosita sighed.

“What the hell are you doing to yourself?” Jeremy reached out as if to give her a light shove, but one look from Rosita had him awkwardly put his hand down.

Rosita laid her head on the table. There was no way that Jeremy would believe her, even if it would be more fun to make him sweat and defend her honor. Not when she had detailed exactly how much of a disaster Waverly was when Nicole came into Shorty’s. “We aren’t actually dating.”

“What!?” Jeremy yelled so loud that Rosita had to clamp her hand over his mouth. They waited, frozen, for several long seconds until they were sure no one was coming to yell at them.

Rosita looked at him, “You better not say anything to Waverly, okay? I know where you live.” He nodded. “We were talking about Nicole at work and she was being stupid, and I told her that Nicole gets jealous. The next thing I knew she was demanding I prove it.” Rosita sighed.

“Prove it?”

Rosita buried her face in her book. God it was worse saying it aloud without a threat to her face. “By fake dating.”

Jeremy just blinked at her. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Why would that ever work?”

 “I don’t actually have much faith that it will. Especially now that Wynonna’s screwed it up even more.”

“Wynonna?”

“Waverly’s sister. Nicole and her got drunk last night and agreed to fake date too.”

“What? So, they know you’re fake dating?”

“Wynonna does because, well she had some similar thoughts as you did. Though a little more violent.” Rosita gestured to her eye that had faded enough so her makeup skills could mostly cover it up. Her professors hadn’t noticed, even if they probably thought it weird she suddenly sat in the back.

Jeremy frowned, “But why would she fake date Nicole?”

“She almost spilled the beans to Nicole,” Rosita sighed, “The only hope is that I got Waverly to agree to do this for a month so she can’t back out once she finds out.”

“She doesn’t know?”

“Not yet.” Rosita sighed. “Her day is about to go from bad to worse.”

“Why didn’t Waverly just tell me?”

Rosita just stared at him. “I didn’t want to tell you and I’m not the one with the undying crush.”

“Okay, fair.” He sat back, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Jeremy said. “This is-”

“Absurd.” Rosita guessed.

“Yes. But it’s also-”

“Batshit insane.”

He paused, “You said it. I’m not going to argue. But you need to tell me everything. This is the most exciting thing since that business student accidentally paid for my coffee.” Jeremy sighed.

“Oh please, you know that I’m going to have to vent to someone. And Wynonna is clearly not an option.” Who knows what else she might do? Or say?

Wynonna (10:55pm): so your about to get a shitstorm

Wynonna (10:55pm): just so you know

Rosita (10:55pm): you couldn’t even use the right you’re

Wynonna (10:55pm): no

Rosita (10:55pm): i’m not even home yet, you have to hold her off until then

Wynonna (10:56pm): as you wish mlady

Rosita (10:56pm): you're such a dork

Wynonna (10:56pm): take that back

Rosita (10:56pm): no

She dropped her bag to the ground, not caring that her neighbor might complain about the noise and barely made it to the couch as she collapsed onto her stomach. It would be too much work to get to her bed. Was this really worth it? Studying for what? Working in some pharmaceutical company that would charge ridiculous prices for life saving medicine because they could? Because where else would she be able to find work that would actually pay her enough money to not drown in debt?

Rosita dug her phone out of her pocket and stared wearily at the time. She should go to bed, because she was opening Shorty’s tomorrow and couldn’t sleep till noon. Waverly’s name popped up and Rosita opened the facetime call immediately.

“What’s up?” Rosita’s words died in her mouth as she took in Waverly’s face. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy with mascara smeared down her cheeks.

“They’re dating!” Waverly got out and then let out a little sob. Rosita sighed. Well, now Waverly’s day couldn’t get any worse.

“Who?” Rosita asked, simply for the sake that she didn’t want to receive Waverly’s wrath.

Waverly just sobbed out garbled names. It was utterly incomprehensible even though Rosita knew the answer. 

“I didn’t get that.” Rosita said, doing her best to look confused.

Waverly took a hiccupping breath, “Wynonna and Nicole.”

Hearing Waverly say it made it sound even stupider. She couldn’t help herself, Rosita laughed. A loud guffaw that was definitely going to get her neighbor to call the landlord. Waverly was shocked out of her sadness, staring at Rosita like she had lost her mind. 

“That can’t be true.” Rosita said between laughs.

“It is!” Waverly said.  “Wynonna just told me! That’s why we had dinner!” She let out another sob. “Nicole doesn’t like me, ok? Why would she go out with my sister?”

Rosita finally figured out how to stop laughing and cursed Wynonna for the umpteenth time. “Hey, hey, maybe it’s just because you're off the market? Nicole likes you so now she gets the next best thing?”

“That’s horrible! Nicole would never do that to Wynonna.” Which, fair. Even when she said it she hated it. “Rosita, there’s no point, let’s break it off.”

“I didn’t even know Wynonna liked girls.” Rosita tried. Not that she really believed that. Wynonna had complimented her chest a little too many times for it to be just platonic admiration.

Waverly stared at her. “Are you serious?”

“Well, I suspected, but,” Rosita shrugged.

“ Rosita, stop distracting me.  I’m done. We’re done. Okay? We tried and it clearly didn’t work!”

“Waverly.” Rosita threatened.

“Come on, you can’t possibly think-”

“You promised me a month.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll let you pick the next month's shifts too.”

Rosita fisted her hands so that her fingernails dug into her palms. “No.”

“Two months.”

“It cannot possibly be worth two months.”

“Three.”

“Waverly.” Rosita warned, sure that she was drawing blood.

“I will go to four.”

Rosita stomped her foot, a part of her pleading to take it. If they broke up, obviously Nicole and Wynonna would, and then the two could resolve the whole issue. After all, they’d have to talk about why they both had the shortest relationship possible.

But no, Rosita sighed, there was no way that they were going to go back to anything more than frigid roommates who probably bit their towels when they masturbated about the other. Though, they were probably both unwilling to masturbate thinking about the other because that wouldn’t be honorable or some shit. No wonder Waverly was so wound up, there was no way she was sexually satisfied. And even getting the best shifts for four months was not worth the pining that would make every shift unbearable long after the four months were up.

“I won’t do it.”

“Are you serious?”

“You better thank me at your wedding.”

“Ros-”

Rosita hung up and fell onto her couch.

Rosita (11:41pm): you owe me

Rosita (11:41pm): big

Wynonna (11:41pm): i kno

Rosita (11:42pm): i could have gotten four months

Rosita (11:42pm): FOUR

Wynonna (11:42pm): ill make it up to you

Rosita (11:42pm): coffee

Rosita (11:42pm): for a year

Wynonna (11:42pm): didnt kno we were that serious

Wynonna (11:43pm): but ya we can move in together

Rosita (11:43pm): 🙄

“You’re being ridiculous.” Waverly said as she entered Shorty’s.

“Hello to you too.” Rosita answered and glanced at Jimmy who gave a small smile. She got a good look at Waverly and did her best to ignore that Waverly’s eyes were puffy and red, her hair messy and not in her usual wavy curls. 

Rosita was glad that the first time she saw Waverly was at Shorty’s. It felt mean, Waverly was her good friend, maybe even her best friend, but Waverly couldn’t exactly break down while they were working. Well she could, but Waverly hated being messy in public, especially when she was in Purgatory.

“Please, Rosita, you can pick for four months!”

“Look, I’m not going to end this,” Rosita hissed away from any of the patrons. “Because one, I’m not being broken up with after a day, and two, I’m not having both Wynonna and Nicole hunt me down for hurting your feelings or some other garbage.”

“They would never-” Waverly cut herself off. “Okay, Wynonna might, but Nicole wouldn’t.”

Rosita shrugged and congratulated herself that the excuse, which had taken way too long to think of, worked. “Just come on, we haven’t even had a fake date yet.”

“A fake date?” Waverly said.

Rosita tossed the rag she was cleaning the bar with aside and rolled her eyes, “Are you really telling me that you haven’t considered that we need to convince Nicole that we are actually dating? That you need to rub it into her face, so you can see if she actually gets jealous?”

“I don’t want to rub it in her face!” Waverly looked like she was going to cry again.

“You think she won’t with your sister?” Rosita had to cough down a laugh at the mental picture. How Wynonna convinced Waverly was beyond her. “Now I don’t know either of them extremely well, but Wynonna has never been subtle.”

“So, obviously Nicole won’t be jealous, she’s in a relationship.” Waverly said. “You understand this right? That this is all for naught? A complete waste?”

“Maybe she’s not in a relationship with the Earp she wants.” Rosita shrugged. “Now come on, those two just walked in and you better go help them.” Waverly huffed and marched over without a backwards glance.

Jimmy waved her over and as Rosita gave him another beer as he asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Waverly?” He nodded. Rosita sighed, “It’s well, Nicole and Wynonna are dating.”

Jimmy almost knocked over his new beer in shock and Rosita shot him a commiserating smile. He waved her away, staring at Waverly with a mix of pity and depression. Of course, Jimmy always looked a little depressed.

The shift was mostly fine, Waverly mostly just ignored Rosita and she thought that she had lucked out through the worst of it. At least until Rosita found Waverly crying in the basement when she was supposed to be fetching more vodka.

“I’m fine, really.” Waverly said as she stood and wiped her eyes.

“Waverly.”

“Really.” Waverly hefted the box of vodka and scurried up the stairs before Rosita could say anything else.

Short of dragging Waverly back down the stairs herself, there wasn’t much Rosita felt she could do on the job. And leaving the patrons without a bartender for that long seemed like a recipe for disaster.

“Hey.” Rosita grit out to Wynonna once she came back up with the box of whiskey. “You’re here.”

“Yep!” Wynonna grinned and then said loudly as she slapped Nicole’s back, “I’m here with my smoking Haught girlfriend.” Waverly had ducked behind the counter, and seemed determined to stay out of their sight.

“Wynonna,” Nicole sighed, “You don’t need to announce it to the whole bar.”

It was too late. The din of the customers had died and they were staring at Nicole and Wynonna with varying looks of disgust, confusion, and shock.

“Oi!” Wynonna yelled at them, “Stop staring, or should I remind you I’m a crazy bitch!” Her hand went to her hip as if to reach for a gun.

Everyone turned back quickly. 

“You certainly have a way with people.” Rosita said.

“Ain’t that right sugar tits.” Wynonna said.

“You can’t say that.” Nicole said. “Wynonna.”

“Right, right, no flirting with other women.”

Waverly let out a squeak and Wynonna tried to peer over the bar, “Do you have rats here?”

“No!” Rosita said as Waverly darted away, keeping her head ducked under the counter, “The rubber mats squeak sometimes.”

Wynonna eyebrows quirked up. She then looked at where Waverly was standing up and back at Rosita. Rosita rolled her eyes, what did she want her to say?

“Hey Waverly.” Nicole called across the bar.

“Hi.” Waverly answered shortly, “Rosita can help you.” She turned away and missed the despair on Nicole’s face.

“So what can I get you?”

“Whiskey!”

“A beer.”

Wynonna turned around at Nicole, “No girl of mind can settle for just a beer.”

“I-We have work tomorrow.” Nicole protested.

“And we’re dating.”

Nicole opened her mouth and then sighed at Rosita, “Fine, whiskey.” She completely deflated as she stared at Waverly’s turned back.

Rosita went to make their drinks and stared at the two of them. How long would it take before Nicole realized that Wynonna was going to mess with her as much as possible?

Probably the whole month. 

Rosita handed them their drinks and then moved away as quickly as possible before Wynonna could do something else. Jimmy waved her over for another glass and as she handed it to him, he nodded towards the two, now seemingly bickering over napkins?

“They’re quite the pair.”

“Yeah.” Rosita said.

“I’m certain that they love each other very much.”

“Of course.” Rosita agreed easily. They weren’t in love with each other, but Rosita knew that they loved each other, even if they’d both rather die than admit it.

“Not sure they’re a couple.”

“Jimmy!”

He shrugged, his eyes sparkling. “If this is their idea of a date.”

Rosita shook her head but walked away before he could question her more. And because people needed drinks. Obviously.

But a date, Rosita thought as she doctored up some more drinks, Jimmy was right about that. And she had promised something to Waverly.

“Waverly.” Rosita said carefully from near Wynonna and Nicole.

“Hmm?” Waverly asked. Rosita had to admire that she’d somehow covered up almost all of the evidence that she’d been crying.

“Are you still down for our date tomorrow?” Rosita asked. 

Two things happened at once. Nicole sputtered and coughed on her drink behind Rosita and Waverly dropped the rag she was holding. Rosita was very happy it was only a rag. Waverly’s eyes widened and her voice squeaked, “A date?”

“Yes.” Rosita shot her a forceful look, “Since we aren’t working or studying tomorrow I thought we could do something fun tomorrow. Together.”

Waverly’s eyes narrowed fractionally, but she nodded. “Yeah, I told you I’d be down.”

It was wholly unconvincing, but Rosita would take what she could. “Excellent.” Rosita nodded. “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

Waverly nodded and turned around and Rosita chanced a look at Nicole. She was staring at her empty whiskey glass like Rosita had just shot her dog. Or cat. Rosita was pretty sure she had a cat.

Wynonna, on the other hand, was looking like the cat had caught the canary, and waved Rosita over. “Rosita, be a dear and get us two tequila shots, some salt, and some lime.”

Nicole shot up in her seat, “Wynonna, no!”

“Wynonna, yes.” Wynonna grinned. Rosita handed her the supplies and watched from what she deemed was a safe distance away. “I won’t make you crawl up on the bar.” Wynonna said, loud enough for Waverly and Rosita’s benefit, “I’m a good girlfriend like that. But c’mon, we’re here, together and loving each other, let’s do a shot.”

“We’re working tomorrow!” Rosita knew that Nicole had already lost. She’d lost since she sent that text. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up, but Wynonna was placing the lime between Nicole’s teeth, licking her hand, and pouring out the salt. Nicole hesitated a moment before following Wynonna’s lead.

Rosita glanced back at Waverly who was gripping a pitcher of beer so hard, Rosita was surprised she didn’t splinter the plastic. Her eyes were narrowed on the two, and as Wynonna licked Nicole’s hand, downed the shot, and her lips brushed over Nicole’s as she got the lime, Waverly wheeled around, her expression thunderous, and marched into the bathroom.

It was a pity, Rosita thought, she missed out on Nicole awkwardly repeating the motions on Wynonna looking like she’d rather die. Wynonna shot a wink at Rosita who had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

One thing was sure, Wynonna was going to be the death of Nicole.

And maybe Waverly.

[theravenclawlover]

Hey!!

I read your prompts and I feel like the angst ones will literally make me cry 😂😂💀I know you just did one, but do you mind doing a Richard fluff with 15 &2??

lol the angst prompts are literally my favorites. and sure I can write for Rich again, I don't mind lol request away!

(Richard Camacho x GN!Reader)

You didn’t know how your life had ended up like this. You had graduated college, with a Bachelor’s Degree that you actually liked. Granted, it had turned out pretty useless as you needed two years of Masters in order for it to be of real use. So you had ended up jobless after college. But you had turned desperate. So you looked for odd jobs. And so now here you were, walking toward your source of income.

Four boys.

Singers.

A boyband.

You’re friends had laughed at first. None of the had believed you when you told them you had gotten the job of personal assistant for a boyband. But you were. And lord knows how exhausting it is.

You don’t take care of all four. No. Just one. Richard Camacho. He was your main concern.

You grabbed the spare key for his apartment and let yourself in. Today was an essay day, you just had to make sure he showed up for his rehearsals, and eat.

You walked in and set your cup of coffee down on the counter. You quickly noticed that it was all still too quite which meant he wasn’t awake just yet. So you took the chance to prepare something for him so you two wouldn’t be late.

Ten minutes later and his door opened. Revealing a sleepy Richard. Hair sticking up in weird places, sweatpants that hung a little too low, and no shirt.

You looked away, hiding the blush that overcame your face.

The hardest part of the job? Ignoring the fact that you had fallen in love with him. And you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Mornin’” he mumbled as he scratched his neck. He grabbed your cup of coffee, sniffed it, and drank from it.

“You do realize that was mine right?” You said with a hint of a smile as you tried not to look as his toned muscled torso, arms…

“Ye,” he said as he set down the cup, “not that you mind.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked. He looked at you. His eyes scanned you up and down. You visibly shifted as your whole body flushed.

“Yeah,” he grinned stepping closer to you. “You don’t mind.”

He turned around and left to change. You stood there confused and embarrassed.

Fifteen minutes later and Richard came out of his room dressed for the day. It didn’t matter if it was just rehearsals all day, he still dressed ready to go anywhere.

You didn’t even look at him as he went to eat what you had set out for him earlier. You just checked schedules, emails, and the like.

“The car should be here soon,” you said.

“You didn’t drive here?” He asked walking toward you.

“No,” you said. “It’s at the repair shop. I took the bus.”

Just as those words came out of your mouth you got a text from the person that was supposed to pick you two up.

“Shit,” you cursed softly. Richard looked at you. You looked at him. “It’s too hot out and a tire exploded. He won’t be able to get to us. He already reported back but now I gotta make a call.”

You had never been under so much stress as you had that morning. It wasn’t even past ten and you were about to have a headache from your bosses. It wasn’t your fault that your car had broken down and needed to be taken to the repair shop. Nor was it your fault that the man’s tire exploded. Longest eight minutes of your life. That’s how long you had to hold your tongue. You needed the job, so you just shut up.

You finally got to hang up.

“So…” Richard looked at you, “…No practice?”

“Nope.” You threw yourself next to him on the couch. “At least not for you. Chris, Zabdiel, and Erick are already there. It might take hours before anyone can pick you up. And lord knows how long traffic is by then.”

You two sat there in silence. Which was always impossible for you as your mind was rather loud. And there was something bugging you since that morning.

“What did you mean by it?” You asked without looking at him.

He turned to you and let out a chuckle.

“You mean about the comment I made?”

You nodded. He chuckled again.

“I know you like me.”

Oh how you wished you could crawl into the ground to never be found again.

You slowly turned to look at Richard who was looking at you try to form words but nothing came out. You looked stupid. He smiled.

“You’re pretty obvious about it.”

Was he trying to just mortify you?

“Are you mocking me right now?” You asked slightly ticked off.

“No,” he said quickly. “I just find it funny that for someone that can’t keep their eyes off me, you never noticed how I did the same thing.”

Your brain had stopped working. Like nothing was happening. You started at him wide eyed. Mouth slight agape.

“I’ve liked you for a while,” he said softly, his usual confidence lowering. “It’s been so much more than that for a while.”

You swallowed hard, blinking a couple of times before regaining some of your words.

“So…you mean to tell me that…” you inhaled. The released, “…this whole time you loved me too?”

Richard began to smile, a hint of shyness behind his eyes. One of his hands grabbed cup the side of your face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “That’s what I’m saying.”

You didn’t know what to believe. What to think. How to feel. You didn’t even know how to even follow that up. Basic words were failing you again.

He chuckled.

“Was it too much?” He asked jokingly. You nodded dumbly. He laughed.

“Alright. Say a word. Anything,” he smiled. “I’ll do it.”

Oh, he so was trying to just make you self combust. But you opened your mouth and sighed,

“Kiss me.”

There was no hesitation as he leaned in and kissed your mouth. His lips finally against yours. You sighed into the kiss as his hand held you there. Your body melting into his.

“You’re so going to get me fired,” you mumbled against his lips. He smiled.

“Mhm, worth it.”

[daggerandrose]

@allwaswell16 tagged me to post 5 fics of mine I really like! This game sounds so fun! I'll tag @bravetemptation @haztobegood @londonfoginacup @creamcoffeelou and anyone else who wants to do this if you want!

drink what makes you happy (666)

Harry taps his fingernail on the side of his wine glass as he stares down the human in front of him. He’s existed for a few millennium and should be used to humans throwing themselves onto him—for multiple reasons, but they rarely stay as long as this one.

I will randomly think about this fic and how much I love it. I love how it packs a punch in only 666 words. I actually wrote this in one sitting. It was like as soon as I got the idea, the words flew out of my fingertips-- which only never happens.

On Your Left (11.8k)

“Get up! It's Disneyland week!” Louis shouts to his two friends from the end of their bed. It's six in the morning and Louis has been awake for a while trying to kill time before an appropriate hour to wake up his travel companions.

“What time is it?” Liam groggily asks. He pulls the covers from his eyes and squints up to Louis.

“ … six.”

“The fuck, Lou?”

“I'm sorry! The dining hall opens soon and the rope drop is at eight. Plus, Zayn is going to take for-fucking-ever to get ready.”

“Don't drag me into this,” Zayn grumbles. He pulls the covers tighter over his head.

"How long have you been awake?” Liam asks. He halfway sits up in bed so as to not bother Zayn.

“… three-thirty.”

“Louis! You're going to crash by noon today.” Liam falls back down on the bed.

“I won't! The spirit of Walt Disney will keep me awake!”

This is my most recent fic! This really started out as a way for me to pretend I was at Disneyland because I missed it lol. I also saw a tiktok of a woman meeting Captain America and he offered her his elbow to "go on patrol" and, of course, my mind went to "ooh larry"!

take my hand, wreck my plans (38.1k)

Louis meets the man in the center of the room, feeling every eye on him.

“Mr. H,” he whispers.

The man smiles brightly and laughs as if he can’t believe his eyes. “It’s you,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Nor I you, especially under these circumstances.”

“Even so,” Mr H says, his eyes bouncing from Louis’ eyes to his lips. “Will you do me a great honor and join me in leading the first … um…”

“Dance?”

Mr. H laughs and nods. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Louis bites his lips and doesn’t hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

Mr. H beams and reaches for Louis’ hand. Sparks fly at the touch and a zing of excitement shoots through Louis’ body. His face heats up as he’s afraid his scent would give away his feelings towards the other man.

Continuing my love of Disney, I love the 2015 remake of Cinderella with Lily James and Richard Madden and used it as the based of this fic. But! This actually started out as an omega verse fic because I saw a gif post of the OG cinderella movie that talked about the prince seeing Cinderella and knowing at first glance she was the one destined to be his bride.

Breakable Heaven (44.5k)

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

I love greek mythology and the story of hades/persephone has always interested me. I think this one took me the longest to write (from April until around October I think). I'm really proud of how this one turned out, and the response I've gotten from this was so overwhelming, especially when it was first posted.

Scent Partner (4.4k)

The name of the company was horrible: Scent Partner. Whoever was on the marketing team should be fired immediately for green-lighting that name. But the instructions were simple. 

Alphas wear a shirt for three days and nights. The shirt gets sent to omegas nearing their heats to pick the alpha who smells the best to them. The company notifies the alpha and gives them the opportunity to say no. If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat. Everything is safe and consensual.

I'm really proud of this one because it was the first fic I wote last year that wasn't attached to a fic fest or challenge or anything else like that. I struggle sometimes to write fics outside of those things, and I'm really happy with this one. Also, it was fun figuring out the logistics of this fic!