#just so beautiful and beachy yeah

[skitskatdacat63]

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[sunshinelollipopsicle]

Just Beachy

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - rafe cameron x fem!reader

♡ summary - rafe planned you a picnic on the beach

♡ warnings - fluff, pretty short :(sorry)

♡ w/c - 0.6k

♡ a/n - i still haven't watched season three

"Rafe! What am I supposed to wear?" You skim through the clothes in your closet, eyebrows furrowed as you try to pick something.

Rafe comes into the room and walks next to you. "Whatever you want, you look beautiful in anything," he kisses your head, "but I think one of your sundresses would be best."

"Okay, thanks," you smile at him. He goes back out of the room and you take one of them out from the closet and change into it. You then do your hair and tie it in the back with a bow. Finally you put on some mascara and a lip gloss, as well as some of your gold jewelry that Rafe bought you.

Going downstairs you find your boyfriend sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling and tapping his foot. "Rafe?" you laugh, "What are you doing?"

He looks over at you and feels his heart race. He swears that every time he sees you he falls in love with you all over again. He quickly gets up and walks to you, "Just waiting for you, you look so pretty." He leaves forward and gently pecks your forehead.

You smile and pull back, "And you look very handsome, now lets get going, I'm excited!" You grab his hand and pull him out the front door.

He laughs and locks the door before leading you to the beach, which is just a two minute walk away from your shared home.

You two arrive and you look down and begin to say, "I really hate sand in-"

You get cut off by Rafe scooping you up into his arms bridal style before beginning to light jog to where the set up is. "What are you doing? I can walk myself," you huff and laugh and hold onto his neck.

"Shh, why walk when you have me? Your beautiful, handsome-"

You hit his shoulder, "You silly man! You are too cocky for your own good."

He slows down and glances at you, "Maybe. But you love me anyway."

You drop your head onto his shoulder and hum, "Yeah, I do."

Once you get there, he gently places you down on the blanket. You look at the picnic in awe, "Wow, this is perfect," you turn to him, "thank you, I love it."

He smiles at you, "Anything for you. Now, sit down, I'm hungry."

You two sit and you snack on the fruits displayed, as well as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"The food is very delicious, Rafe. Gourmet."

"Thank you, thank you, you would not believe the effort put into that pb and j," he grins.

You laugh, swallowing the last bit, "Pass me a strawberry, please." Rafe picks up one of the half slices and holds his hand up in front of your mouth. You smile and shake your head, biting into the fruit. But before you can pull back he swiftly leaves down and bites the other half, pecking your lips after.

You gasp and say, "You stole my strawberry," poking his cheek.

He shrugs, "I'll buy you all the strawberries there are in the world if you want. Besides, it was only half. Here's another one."

Some time has gone by and you two enjoyed your time together. Finally it was getting dark and you inch closer to Rafe so you can lean your head on his shoulder again. "This was the perfect date, thank you, really."

He traces a hand up and down your arm, "I want to do everything for you, you deserve it."

You sit back up and he starts putting the containers and items he brought back into the basket. You two then stand up and fold the blanket together, and you put one arm through his as you two make your way back home.

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader

part 13 - dramaaaaa y/n gets upset when reading some of the weird comments after a little group holiday goes viral and secrets are starting to be exposed. Little bit of a time jump here, I wanted to get to the nitty gritty parts. Also I realised I accidentally wrote the last chapter in first person instead of third? (Or second I can’t remember wtf each one is) oops!!!! Here’s the LINK to part 12.

warnings: mentions of sex, inappropriate touching (consensual ofc) nothing too graphic, hate?? comments& crying. Mentions of readers and Daniel’s age gap, but again the ages are up to you, I’m going no lower than 22/23 because I feel kinda weird about any younger.

“How are you so tanned, Daniel?!” The almost-as-tanned girl sat down on the Australian’s bare lap. Hence the almost, being from England and from a ginger father, she was always naturally pale and tended to use spray tans to make up for the translucency of her skin.

“It’s called being Australian, baby.” Daniel cheekily grinned, holding her bum cheek and giving it a quick squeeze as soon as she sat. “Yeah, but…” y/n scooted forwards, playing with the strands of his hair. The Ibiza sea had somehow made his hair even curlier, even hers had a beachy wave to it that Daniel thought made her look like a mermaid (as he told her 5 times over). He thought she looked beautiful- he didn’t think she could get anymore beautiful until he saw her bikini cladded, in her natural form, cannon-balling off the side of the yacht they’d boarded for the night.

“You’re like so nice and dark, can’t you give some to me?” His eyes, fell to her chest, the baby pink pushing up the swell of her breasts. He just wanted to nuzzle his face deep inside of- “Daniel…” she warned.

“Right, sorry… yeah, I would if I could.” With his eyes back on her freckled face, she offered him a smile, nudging to leave his lap. Daniel’s hands tightened with a soft, “no.”

“What? You wanna have sex… again?” Her brow perked, Daniel felt hot under her gaze, and he couldn’t deny the semi that was growing in his swimming trunks.

“No- yeah.” He couldn’t even lie. They’d been at it like rabbits, and especially on this yacht, on the deck when nobody was watching, all over the bedroom, in the water (comment if you acc want me to write a smut based off this lmao). She was sore from the amount of action she’d had the past two days, but she wasn’t complaining, y/n just thought she needed to give certain areas of her body a rest.

“Daniel.” She groaned, head dropping on his shoulder. “Can’t help my girlfriends fucking sexy as fuck.” His lips pressed to the inside of her shoulder, at first she was about to shudder from the action, but the specific use of girlfriend threw her into a frenzy of excitement. “Oh, I’m your girlfriend now?” She tried to play it cool, but both of them could hear the giddiness oozing off her voice. “Uh huh… if you wanna be?” Daniel nodded up, a closed mouth smile growing on his face. “Yeah.” A giggle escaped her lips.

“Yeah? I already thought you were, you… sausage.” He teased, bouncing her slightly on his knee. “Mmmmh, whatever.” They shared a loving kiss, one that wasn’t helping Danny’s situation in his pants. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Ok, babe. I’ll get in after you, I’m just gonna go back on deck with the lads for a bit…” The good thing about the pair of them was that they could spend as much time together as possible without getting sick of one another, Daniel felt like she was apart of himself that he’d been missing his whole life- not to sound cheesy. But spending their own time together was so important, and space for y/n felt vital, especially when she wanted to have silent time, scrolling through her tik tok. At least, she thought she wanted some time to herself. Things were going well until a specific video of an overwhelmingly recognisable yacht came up on a video. Her stomach immediately dropped, pictures of her and Daniel, engaging in nothing to explicit, but a few kisses, touches, hugging. Clearly somewhat intimate moments that they kept concealed to the public eye. She swiped furiously, concerned as to what else had been captured. Daniel untying her bikini top, the two of them making out…

Y/n felt her breathing intensify and skin prick with beads of sweat. The comments were what she feared the most- the exploitive pictures were guaranteed to bring unasked controversy.

A mixed response was guaranteed, of course people were shocked, some ecstatic, others doubtful of their age gap. It wasn’t that which bothered her, it was the intruding questions and statements of complete lies and assumptions that rattled her. It didn’t take long for tears to form when people began comparing her to Daniel’s ex’s. Questioning ‘what age’ the relationship started, pointing out insecurities on her body, commenting on their visible intimacy.

Y/n was shaking when Daniel returned into their bedroom. She froze, phone still in hand, automatically turning off her phone as though she intended to hide this from him. “Still in your towel?” He attempted to tease, reaching out to nudge it off her head. The lack of response had him confused, stepping forwards with a slight hesitation.

Daniel questioned if she was crying, before shaking it off, but when she sniffled he was falling to his knees in front of her. “Hey…” he crouched in front of the saddened girl. He reached out, both hands resting on her lap comfortably, feeling a punch in the chest when he caught sight of her tear stained face. “Somebody’s leaked pictures.” She blurted out, voice heavy with upset. Daniel felt his breath hitch.

Without saying another word she handed over her phone, allowing Daniel to see for himself. “Nothing like- really bad, but… I don’t know.” She watched his reaction through the corner of her eyes, using her towel to wipe at her damp eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n.” Daniel sighed. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She let out a sad laugh. “It’s just- it’s so invasive and the comments-” her voice became choked up once again.

“Ah, babe, you know not to read them. Fuck all that, it’s not even important.” He slung an arm around her, pulling her instinctively into his chest. “Like the most people are fine- but I-i don’t care it’s just the awful ones, Daniel. How have- why has somebody followed us on a fucking boat?” Her torment was something that angered Daniel. Not towards her, but to whoever the fuck stalked them, whoever decided to be a creep and take these pictures of her- not to forget the people who sent spiteful messages.

“People just like to ruin it for their own gain. I’m sorry, baby.” Again, Daniel sighed, feeling a little lost for words as y/n cried quietly in his arms. “Don’t-dont cry, y/n/n. C’mere.” She shuffled further onto his lap, wiping at her eyes in a subtle manner. “Like now my dad has to see that, everybody’s just gonna see and-” her voice cut short to avoid becoming too distressed. Daniel felt the tension that began to grow in his muscles.

“I don’t know.” She managed to exhale after. Daniel pressed a lingering kiss to her head, and squeezed her again. There was a moment of silence which fell between the pair. Daniels mind now began lingering.

“What did they say?” He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just stupid shit.” He was already reaching back for her phone, glimpsing through a few of the weirder comments. “Oh, I can’t even read that shit.”

“Don’t read it then.” She muttered, biting down on her thumb. “Honestly fuck them.” Daniel inhaled, lifting up her cheek. One kiss was pressed to the rounder part of her cheek. A small, angelic kind of smile managed to peak through her sadness, even just for a second or so.

“I love you. So much, nothing in those comments will change that, will it?”

“No.” She agreed, swiping the last of her tears. “I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.” He then nodded, a slight sense of reassurance filling her. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, baby. I’m not gonna let that slide, not when it’s upset you like this…”

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[hoeforhao]

🪧. ⚜️ Eclipse ⚜️ Prologue // Wonwoo FF//

⸙͎ pairing: dad!wonwoo × fem!reader

⸙͎ synopsis: what happens when you meet your lover from your previous life, except this time he is a dad coupled with zero memories of you two.

⸙͎ genre: heavy angst, some fluff, reminiscing of memories, happy ending?

⸙͎warnings: war trauma, mention of death, ww2 era love, flashbacks, rebirth/reincarnation

⸙͎ word count: 437

⸙͎ author's note: hehe it's finally wonu month as well as mine!!! so this is my special series as a gift for both my and wonu's birthday♡

Lemme know if y'all want a happy ending or sad ending for this.

"Bubbles run fast, why are you tortoising through the hallway hmph" the little ball of joy kept dragging you down the gallery, galloping like an excited baby bunny, eager to introduce her favorite person with her other favorite human, a.k.a her father.

"I'm not an eleven year old, bursting with energy,kiddo like you Elara!!! Please run slow Ms" panting like a dog, you two finally reach the party venue, all decked up in peonies and gilded with stardust.

"There he is" one last swish from El and that's when your entire world stood still. A feline looking man, permed locks cascading down his forehead, face plastered with the biggest smile the world has ever witnessed while his eyes form the perfect cresents on the night sky of his temples.

I mean it's not that unnatural for women to be smitten by such beauty, right? But for you, he wasn't just another random nerdy looking man you've met on the streets, someone straight outta the books. No! H-he... he was your moon, one that eclipsed over your pain, your anger, your flaws and in return made you gleam the brightest in the galaxy.

☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.☆.

"Wonu-yah quick quick close your eyes and make a wish" you tightly press his biceps while bringing both of your palms together to wish upon the falling star.

"Yah silly girl, you know i don't believe in these." a slight mocking smile leaves wonwoo's lips as his lightly pinches your mochi cheeks to break your concentration.

"Yeah yeah sure sure! Why would you even need to wish for something when you have everything" getting up from the boulder you two were sharing and straddling your way through the beachy sand, you stomp away all angry.

"Okay okay I'm sorry bubbles. Tell me what you wished for" a pair of soft yet firm hands entrap your body from behind, while a cute stubby nose rests on your shoulder.

"For you to hold my hand in every universe and lead me through it. For you to always come home to me ; and for you to entwine me in your orbit in every life" single drops of tears making it way down your cheeks as you hold wonwoo's hands in yours. "W-we won't ever part tracks right? I wanna see the beauty of this world with you, enjoy each and every element only if you're there to clasp me into your arms through everything; and then finally bloom together from the soil again."

"You'll always be the star to my moon, darling. Never alone never separated, always shining bright together."

Oh only if they knew....

[chrisevansonly]

A Very Beachy Night Out 🌊 (Little Duck AU)

pairing: chris evans x female reader (momma evans)

summary: it’s time for a date night and chris knows just the spot to get away for a few hours…

warnings: slight mentions of angst maybe, overall fluff

a/n: in HONOUR OF 900 FOLLOWERS I know i’ve been slacking on little duck so i wanted to pull something together to say thank you and how much I appreciate every single one of you!

word count: 877

The breeze that drifted across your shoulders rose goosebumps across your skin as you sat overlooking the water, Chris sat next to you only his eyes weren’t on the view, they were on you. How your tanned skin glistened under the soft lights in the private cabana you were both sat in, the way your eyes were sparkling and just how happy you looked. It was your last day in the Bahama’s and Chris wanted to take you out for a date night, and it was your first night away from baby Wes, but you had so much family with you, it wasn’t a major worry for either of you

“You look so beautiful”

Your eyes moved to focus on Chris, your face flushing because no matter how many years you’d both been together, he always made every moment feel like a first

“Thank you, baby, you look quite beautiful yourself”

He chuckled taking your hand in his 

“I’m going to miss the beach, but I definitely miss home too, dodger and all the animals”

“Yeah, we really have quite the farm going now, don’t we?” 

You laughed nodding in agreement before taking a sip of the peach martini that rested in your hand

“Honestly feel like we should have bought an actual farm, but good thing we’ve got all that space to build, Arlie’s going to keep bringing home different creatures” 

Chris couldn’t help but laugh at that, in all honesty he knew Arlie would start to find animals of all shapes and sizes and you’d become more of a rescue centre than a family farm. Though if you were being honest, you’d been debating making a career change from a district attorney to maybe more of a holistic stay at home approach, but take clients on in smaller quantities, which would not only give you more time at home with the kids but could also let you spend more time with the animals, which is something you’ve always wanted. 

“Where’d you go honey?”

You smiled shrugging 

“I was just thinking about the future, there’s a few changes I’ve been wanting to make recently”

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking”

“Well, I think I want to step back from the DA’s office, maybe take clients on my own time and my own terms? I’ve always wanted to expand our little farm, and maybe I can do both while being home with Wes and Arlie…?”

Chris smiled, taking you hand in his and pressing his lips to your knuckles

“I think that sounds like a great idea baby, and whatever you choose to do, no matter what path you want to take, I’ll be there every step of the way”

You knew he’d support you no matter what, but the confirmation from Chris was enough to have you leaning over to press a kiss to his lips 

“I love you, so much…thank you for loving me, and supporting me the way you do”

“I will always do my best to be there and to support you no matter what, I love you to the moon and back” 

Food was suddenly brought out which caused your stomach to growl softly, only causing the two of you to laugh with one another, in a way being with Chris made you feel like you could be entirely yourself. You’d often look around at your work gala’s and see coupled hardly interacting or just in a state of constant seriousness, yet when you were with Chris it was the total opposite. You both still had a childish side to you, never letting yourselves stay serious for too long, you brought the best out of each other and even these quiet date night moments were proof of that. 

“I’m glad we came here and took a vacation, I won’t lie seeing you struggle after Wesley is something that hit me harder than anything else had, and watching you slowly come back to yourself, start smiling again and just let go, that was worth more than this entire trip…I am so proud of you every day Y/N, your strength and resilience is something I will always admire”

The tears that lined your eyes were quick to appear 

“Dammit…”

You let out a tearful laugh, catching a few stray tears before leaning on Chris’s shoulder 

“Thank you for loving me regardless, and for helping me find the sun after all the storm clouds, that sounds cheesy but, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you, you’re the best husband and the best father, we are so lucky to be loved by you”

Chris could have said something to reciprocate just how much he appreciated you saying that, but he settled for a kiss filled with only what you could describe as pure love and adoration. You couldn’t imagine your life with someone else in it, this past month had shown that, but so had every other year you two had been together. Soulmates is a term you’d only really believe when reading one of your romance novels while waiting for Chris to get home from a shoot, or meetings, but you were starting to think right now, in this lifetime, you’d found your soulmate…and Chris would say the exact same thing too. 

[babybulbasaur920]

Part three of TWST boys playing Pocket Love.

Octavinelle is up to bat

Azul: Yeah! Definitely uses all the different store furniture, although he was confused when it first started. “Why do the makers assume a coffee shop is the next logical step for a house?” (my question too buddy). Has Jamil as his game spouse, which he(Jamil) hates so much. At least he would if he knew, so don't tell him. Has a whole beach theme since theres not much underwater. Would spend reasonably, like the wedding outfits maybe.

Jade: Beautiful and eerie. Another Yuu lover in the house. Is sad there's not many mushroom clothes or furniture, but collects what little there is. Loves the mushroom table, he needs one in both the kitchen and the living room. Has a room dedicated to plants, period. Strikes me as a cat person, just one or two. Another who keeps the streets clean, and does all the daily missions. Not much to report

Floyd: in a surprise move, that will surprise no one, his in-game spouse is Riddle! Who else would he pick, who could possibly be better than his little goldfishie? <3 honestly his house is still in the starting stages because tbh, he got bored immediately. He might have two stories after 6 months cuz he keeps getting bored and coming back to it. In his times of loving it, he's built up a decent enough house, has a sort of beachy theme like Azul, but more haphazard. And it doest stick, there's just so much cool stuff! What, is he meant to ignore the awesome corgi car? Or mouse posters? He also has a small number of rooms devoted to roses and such things. Wonder why 🙂. Bought the wedding expansion pack so poor game Riddle is cursed to dresses forever. he's just so cute <3

[turntabless]

🔮 honey - samia 🔮

welcome! to! the! first! installment! of! turntable takes!!! that’s a working title i think it’s cute. idk <3 to start this off i took a request from my wife @missnoirr herself <3 thanks tiana i love you !!! this is not going to be well written or concise and i also don’t know much about the specifics of music theory. sorry guys

genre: pop, indie rock

kill her freak out

ooooooh this is good. keys throughout the beginning are insanely thematic and fit really well with her beautiful voice! the layering is gorgeous! the lyrics hurt me and are very filmcore to me, fitting perfectly with the music <3 the little distortion bits about halfway through are so tasteful. yummy. the layering growing and the volume getting louder? love. chiming strings are lovely. atmosphere insane !!!! warbling keys at the end i owe my life to you <3

charm you

immediately struck by the acoustic guitar and the layered vocals. beautiful. bass and drums pick up and it’s a vibe !! oooooooooh god falsetto in the background fucks! he lil upticks at the end of some phrases are mesmerizing. lyrics are fun! and so earnest at parts! two tracks in samia already has a gorgeous voice.

pink balloon

stripped down piano and vocals immediately i’m in love. jesus these lyrics are. something else and presented in a way that captures the emotion of the song. feels kinda nostalgic and youthful which absolutely adds to it. jesusssssss the heartbreak the reality of it. the ending phrases are going to

murder me.

mad at me (featuring papa mbye)

OOOO fun lil intro with a good beat and keys!! voice is so effortless this is insane. loving the distortion and the CRACKLY GUITAR. so nice. goooood!!!! all of these lyrics so far are incredibly real and feel so coming of age and youthful. papa mbye has such a smooth voice it’s so pleasing to me? and it works insanely well with samia’s???also love the interplay between the two with the lyrics. lovely

sea lions

screaming “porn kills love outside your window with the adventists” was a fun sexy lil starting line and immediately endeared me. cause yeah. also starting the phrase with just her voice then adding the bass-heavy keys is such a good choice. also this is just painting such a picture of a nasty breakup with someone you still care for and it’s killing me right now! beautiful. samia QUEEN OF LAYERING. WOAH. DISTORTION BREAKDOWN INTO SOME DRUM BEATS AND SYNTH. this is so funky but the chiming keys still feel sooooo youthful and hopeful !!! very intrigued at what the spoken parts near the end mean and might look into it further but samia’s voice is beautiful on top of it. probably one of my favourites on the album so far.

to me it was

ohhhhhhh fade in from the last song with some pretty acoustic guitar. this feels like a story or letter adressed to someone and gives very much the impression of anxiety and coming into one’s own with someone else by your side. beautiful. very emotionally evocative with some beachy guitar and fun slides. this one might be the realest one i think. ALTO HARMONY JESUS that was nice. more layering and harmonies and it feels so nostalgic and so hopeful!!!! this is beautiful. a little spoken part that gives a slice of life that transitions into another language!!!

breathing song

ooooooo. separated synthy parts at the beginning and her vocals (autotuned but so tastefully!) shine so beautifully. twinkling notes mixing beautifully with the bass-heavy synths then the piano picks up on top of that? raindrops! these lyrics….. very evocative and make me think of an unhealthy relationship and working through the mental health aspect of it. OH instrumental cuts out and samia belts so desperately…. gorgeous. ABRUPT CUT ??? queen

honey

so lovely. acoustic guitar strumming pretty quick and light and the lyrics are VERY night out with the girls after a long week and the world just falls away. so hopeful but at the same time there’s… a note of melancholy that i can’t help but feel? layered harmony and drums kicking in, this is so feel-good. BASS BASS BASS. GOD YUM? cute lil riff underneath? oooooooh. male harmony underneath transitioning into what sounds like a choir. beautiful beautiful beautiful. this is truly like. 2am at a party you don’t want to stop!

nanana

ohhhhhh god. the lyrics on this one…. starts out hurting lots!!! “trying not to cry while the choir sings bleak midwinter cause they believe in something” ohhhhhh. sweet little guitar plucking with the slightest bit of feedback/electricity filtering through. feels like a bit of a lullaby. PICKING UP WITH SOME BASS AGAIN i love this !!! still feels very ethereal and honestly like looking out of the window during winter and watching the snowflakes fall, contemplative and depressed and can’t look away. WHISPERS IN THE BACKGROUND and instruments and vocals harmonizing with her voice. CUTE MALE CHOIR MOMENT with a soft “hey boys” introduction, and i love that their voices aren’t as polished.

amelia

keys!!!! soft vocals with a bit of rasp filtering through is scratching my brain quite nicely !!! OOOOO !!! fun drum beats and layering with some pretty guitar! her voice kinda phasing in and out is so nice! another really exciting song that feels like FUN. samia’s higher register is my favourite thing that’s insane !!!! lower guitar riffing hidden in the background provides such a nice harmony there. PULSATING SYNTHY BURST. WHEW.

dream song

ooooooo. pretty pretty lower guitar mixing so well with her voice, transitioning into an ascending little riff that goes back down. layered harmonies get me INSANE!!!! this song sounds like feeling on top of the world with someone no matter how impulsive or reckless it is. beautiful contemplative lyrics <3

thoughts: beautiful beautiful album perfect for coming of age movies, breakups and scream-crying about!!! i love the way samia uses layering and the keys, and the way the song progresses and gets more complex and deeper/bassier! fun poppy indie mix!!! samia’s lyrics go so hard and they’re subtle sometimes in that you hear it, take a quick second to process it and feel your heart drop a little <33

[nuagederose]

Dark Roots of Earth | Chapter Five: Steady, As She Goes

ao3 link

“So, how was California?”

Alex had kept his glasses and pants on as Christine led him into the kitchen for the black and white cookies from her bag. She unsheathed it from the safety of the bottom, such that she was relieved to find them all still intact after all that flying and traveling around. His face lit up at the sight of them, and he shifted his weight on the chair.

“Oh, I loved it!” Christine replied as she set the box down before him. “It was beautiful and—dare I say, ‘beachy’.” He chuckled at that as he popped open the box.

“Beachy…” His voice trailed off, and it was right then that she noticed he had taken off his engagement ring. As a result, she licked her lips and nudged the cookies closer to him, and all the while, she leaned over the top of the chair and she showed off a little bit of her chest to him. Alex picked one out, to which he raised his head and looked on at it through the bottom of his lenses as if he was examining a brand-new specimen.

“These are nothing like the ones we have over here,” he declared.

“Not even,” she agreed with a shake of her head. “But they pack a punch, though.” Indeed, he took a bite of the cookie, right in the middle where the vanilla and chocolate met up, and he closed his eyes and relished the frosting and the cookie itself. She watched him eat it at a slow pace, as if she was watching the most decadent and sinful thing she could ever possibly think of.

“They do pack a punch,” he quipped once he swallowed it down. “I could use a glass of milk to go with these, too.”

“I haven’t been here in a week so I’m afraid I don’t have any milk in the fridge at the moment,” Christine confessed as she leaned over the back of the chair some more to show off more skin. Alex showed her a little sideways smirk as he nibbled on the cookie some more.

“How about you and I have some fun together tomorrow,” he suggested. “The wedding’s postponed for the next six months, let’s get down and have some fun.”

“We just had some fun in my bed,” she quipped with a chuckle. “You saying you want some more?”

“I’m not saying it, but I reckon you are, though,” he retorted back to her, complete with a flash of a glimpse down to her chest.

“Well, what do you think we should do?” she asked him as she licked her lips; she wanted him to keep that engagement ring off his finger forever. “It’s starting to get kinda late and I really don’t feel like going out tonight, either.”

“Breakfast,” he replied. “I have just enough money for us to get something to eat tomorrow morning, so let’s go get breakfast first. Then let’s have a walk in the park or something. Have a walk through the city, and then I’ll get paid the next day after and we can go to dinner and a show. You spent over a week with Eric on the other side of the country, so let’s make up for some time.”

“Want me to invite Valentina or Nelly over, too?” she offered him.

“Nah, let’s just do it together. Valentina can join us once we’ve rekindled things.”

“‘Rekindled’,” she chuckled at that. “You say that as if we had lost ourselves somewhere along the way.”

“The smolders needed some fanning of sorts,” he assured her as he finished off the remainder of the cookie. He then wiped his hands together and reached for a second one.

“You are so chubby and cute,” she remarked. “Be careful, you eat all those cookies, your belly is going to get even bigger and chubbier.”

“Would you rather I be chubbier than I am now?” He rested a hand on his bare skin.

“Whatever you would like, baby,” she assured him in a soft voice, so soft in fact that he shivered and straightened his spine at the sound of that. “Yeah, you like it when I call you ‘baby’, don’t you?”

His face seemed a bit rosier than it was before, and Christine giggled to herself. She stood upright and sauntered around the table to meet up with him there. She put her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips on the side of his face.

“You are such a good kisser, oh my god,” he breathed, and then he took another bite of cookie. “I told you I think of doing an album of music from around the world, right?”

“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” she chirped as she kissed him again. “I told you I’m thinking of making a graphic novel, right?”

His face lit up again, and then she held back a bit because she knew he was going to be excited.

“Get out! You are!”

“Yeah! I haven’t told anyone about it, either.”

“So—” He gestured for her to come back in closer to him.

“So?” She raised an eyebrow at him, puzzled.

“Details! What you got for us?”

“I only have a rough sketch so far and—it’s going to be a little surprise for you, too.”

“Me?” He pointed at himself. “For me? You’re making it for me, is that what you’re telling me? Oh—” He clasped his hands to his head and turned away for a moment, and then he returned to her and the burgeoning laughter within her.

“You’re making it for me,” he said in a soft voice; his face was as pink as a tulip in full bloom.

“I am, yes,” she answered, and then she put her arms around him again, that time for a deep kiss right on his lips, as full and ripe as a pair of cherries. It was right then she had a deep sense of satisfaction, one that told her she had won over Captain Howdy.

She won the battle but the war was far from over, however.

Christine offered him to stay the night, to which he eagerly obliged, and she was more than eager to hold him in her arms there in the coziness and comfort of her bed. She lay her head upon his chest as she kept her arms wrapped snugly about his full waist as if she was holding a big teddy bear. The last thing she felt before she drifted off to sleep all of the way was the soft pocket of flesh at the small of his back. He had lost weight and regained it as well as the plush feeling over his hips.

A feeling of which she knew she would always feel even as she awoke the next morning.

But Christine awoke to the feeling of her hand having fallen asleep from the weight of his body. When she flexed her fingers on his flesh, he snickered a bit while still asleep, and she knew she had to move her hand out of there somehow lest she wake him through something as innocuous as tickling. She wiggled her fingers some more and he snickered again as a result.

Through the slumber that still riddled inside of her mind, she then jerked her hand out from underneath his body. Not once did Alex stir from the feeling; Christine then nestled her head underneath his chin again, but that time with her right hand pressed upon his chest, and all the while, her fingers tingled from the blood returning to normal flow.

She lulled off to a dreamless sleep, only to wake up to Alex having rolled onto his back and with his hands tucked under his head. Christine put her arms around him a second time and kissed the side of his face again. His lips curled up into a playful little smile, especially as she kissed him a few more times. He then leaned his head off to the side so she could kiss his neck.

“‘Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered into his ear.

“Mmmm…”

Christine kissed the side of his face again, and that time she ran her tongue along the rim of ear.

“Easy there,” he sputtered out, much to her amusement.

“You wanna get dressed and go get some breakfast?”

“No,” he flatly replied, but she giggled anyway. “Actually, it’s breakfast that I want. It’s the getting up outta this warm bed and putting clothes on part that I don’t feel like doing.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased him right into his ear, and she licked the rim of it again.

“Ah!” He jerked his head to the side, and she giggled some more. Before he could sit up in bed, Christine set her hands on either side of his head for a look into his face and his droopy eyes.

“I have an idea,” he started with a sniffle and a run of his fingers through his fine dark hair.

“Go ahead,” she coaxed him with a shake of her hair back from her shoulders: all the while, she let her bare breasts hang out in the open for him.

“I dunno, it could probably get us arrested,” he muttered; he kept his hands right under her breasts as if he was about to touch her there.

“What could it be?” she insisted, slightly bewildered. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he locked eyes with her long enough to where she believed that she could make him tell her anything that he had on his mind.

“How about,” he started, to which he cleared his throat, “after breakfast, we go to her office up in Greenwich Village and set up a prank of sorts?”

“And how exactly are we going to do that?”

“Well, let’s get something to eat and then I’ll be able to think of something,” he promised her, to which he followed it up with a little wink.

After the two of them had dressed and found their way outside to the warm early morning, Christine wondered as to what was going through his mind right then, and more so when he brought her to the diner in question. She wondered what was going through that brain that resided behind those deep, soulful eyes, and more so as he scarfed up his pesto omelette and accompanying sourdough toast. However, he drank down his coffee at a rather slow and deliberate pace, as if it was the nectar of the gods; meanwhile, Christine relished in her Denver omelette with the hash browns and toast. It was all more than enough to keep her going for the most of the day, at least until she found her way over to her mother’s apartment for a slice of pie as part of her welcome home.

She offered to leave the tip for the waitress, but Alex assured her that he had it covered. She was shocked when she noticed that he only had three whole dollars and some change left behind in his wallet. But he seemed unfazed by it as they walked outside to the bright and warm morning sunshine: the streak of silver upon his head shone under the daylight as if the hair was made of mother of pearl, and the blackest part of his hair seemed to shimmer. Christine took a closer look at the frizzy strands over his shoulders and the way they seemed to be of different colors like that of a spot of oil in a rainstorm.

“It’s in Manhattan, you said?” she asked him as they swiped their cards through the meter for the subway.

“Greenwich Village, but it’s getting all the way up towards the heart and soul of Manhattan, though,” he replied.

She lingered close to him as they rode the train across the crest of Long Island from the quiet corner of Queens all the way over to the heart of downtown New York City and the subway station at 14th and Union: even though she was born and raised there, she had forgotten how long the ride was from Queens over to the main part of the city itself. She chuckled at the thought of being naturalized by California and the West Coast even though she had only been over there for eight days. She thought of swinging by Nelly’s apartment at some point during the day, but she wanted to keep the promise for him instead. 

Just the two of them together for the next day or so.

They stepped off at the terminal, where it was particularly hot already from the sunlight beating down on the roof already.

“So where are we going?” she asked him in a loud enough voice for him to hear over the noise of the train station and the street beyond there. Alex then gestured off to the left, and she walked side by side with him on her left all of the way to the street and the bright lights, bright even in the morning hours on a summer day.

He led her up the block and past the park, past the statues of George Washington and Gandhi, past the chess tables, and for a second, she believed that they were about to walk all the way over to the rim of Greenwich Village, but he instead led her across the street to University Place.

“There’s a synagogue about three blocks from here,” he told her over the noise of the street and he took to her right side so he was blocking traffic for her. “She parked her studio right in front of a synagogue even though I told her about a million times that I’m Reform Jewish. But it’s how I remember where it is, though.”

They traversed another crosswalk, whereby the smell of pizza being made followed them.

“And because it smells like pizza, too,” she added.

“And because it also smells of pizza, right!” he chuckled.

Another crosswalk, and Christine spotted the rising stone turrets of the synagogue against the blue sky as well as the skyline behind them. Alex then led her across the street, but that time in the direction perpendicular, and he once again returned to her left side. Once they reached the corner, he pointed across the pavement.

“Bada-bing, bada-boom, at ten o’clock,” he declared.

It looked like an art studio with its plain white walls and glass doors tinged yellow. In fact, Christine couldn’t even see the name of it, and she wondered how Captain Howdy even made money if her place of business was so nondescript.

“Okay, so what do we do?” she asked him.

“Okay, so… you see those two cameras right there? It’s going to see you as you come around the corner over here to the left—” He pointed in the direction where they came in. “—all because the front door is right in there.” Indeed, Christine spotted a pair of security cameras right above the front doors of the office.

“Yeah, I see them,” she replied.

“I’ll come in over there on the left,” he explained. “You know, I’m just a guy coming to visit his fiancée when she goes on break. You go over to the right side—you’ll see it, there’s this big, absurdly bright sign over there. It’s not only facing that apartment complex there—even with the brick wall in the place so it’s away from any windows—I’ve seen it, it’s bright as hell, like I wouldn’t be able sleep if I lived there. Even though I’m a Reform Jew, I still have my concerns about the synagogue, though, you know about their night services and what have you. You’ll go over to the sign and pick up some rocks or better yet, some bricks because they’re attempting to fix up these apartments over here.”

“So I break the sign and then what?”

“When everyone in there freaks out and wonders what’s going on, I’ll pull the fire alarm and we’ll make a run for it. We’ll hide out in the dance studio next door or something.”

“You sure this’ll go according to plan?”

“Not sure, to be perfectly honest, but it’ll be so worth it, though,” he confessed with a flash of a wink to her. She couldn’t resist the smile on her face at the sound of that. He was being sincere about it all.

Alex held up his fist to her, and she raised her own up for a bump. Christine then made her way over to the next corner so she could see the edge of the sign. A bright pearly white sign with big black letters, bright even in the morning hours despite being the size of a couch. She watched Alex cross the street towards the front doors in question, right underneath the cameras. She followed suit towards the corner before her. Indeed, she saw a few loose bricks strewn upon the gutter across the alleyway there.

She ducked on over to the brick wall, out of sight of anyone on the street. She picked up the one closest to the edge of the gutter, and turned towards the sign which read “WANDERER 10”, which in turn made her snicker.

“She’s about to pay for some major expensive glass,” she muttered. She chucked it right at the center, atop the “D”.

No one saw her. No one around. The brick hit the glass in the right spot, and it shattered into a million pieces in a wall of cacophony.

“Oh, shit!” She ran blindly towards the street and the residence hall neighboring the synagogue. She could not have timed it better as the lights had turned green and she was met with a fresh batch of cars coming towards her. Christine covered her face so Captain Howdy and her crew wouldn’t be able to recognize her on the tape. When she reached the opposite corner, the fire alarm rang out from the building. But she kept on running, around the residence hall to the other side. She was met with the back of the synagogue, and she slowed down to a walk.

Christine passed the stained glass windows there at the back wall and despite the haunting siren of the fire alarm the next block over, she tried to focus on the intricacy before her instead. She tried to calm her breathing, but she still worried about Alex. She wondered if he had ducked out in the dance studio next door, but then she gazed up at the big windows, which she knew she would never touch for even a second.

“Christine!” His voice echoed over the street behind her. She turned around to see that plume of gray and his glasses tucked inside of his hand. Alex sprinted up the street to meet up with her.

“How’d you know I was back here?” she asked him, out of breath.

“If Jew know, Jew know,” he replied with a grin and a chuckle as he came within earshot. He greeted her with a kiss right squarely on the lips. “Okay, let’s get the hell out of here—”

[fizzigigsimmer]

In October I saw a prompt for a Hannibal style Serial Killer!AU and I had so many thoughts about it. They’ve been sitting in my drafts for ages. Maybe I’ll do something longer with this eventually, but for now I’m just going to share my imaginings as they come. I think that if Billy were a serial killer who fell in love with an FBI agent it would go something like this…

Billy hears Steve’s footsteps – knows their tread apart from the heavy scuffling steps of the jail guard on shift – and smiles. He doesn’t move from his position sat on the narrow bed, back against the wall gazing up at the flicking light on the ceiling of his cell. Not even when those steps pause outside his door and he senses Steve there, smells the shampoo he used in his hair this morning. It’s the one Billy bought for him, that smells like sun and sand, expensive and beachy, in a way that makes Billy think of the house he built for them. A house they might never see. Only time will tell.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” Billy says as he’s lead in handcuffs into the interview room a few minutes later.

“Yeah, don’t cream your pants. I mean, you went through so much effort arranging this little date Hargrove, it would be a shame to end it prematurely.”

Billy’s smile deepens, appreciative.

“I’ve missed you baby.” Truth and nothing but the whole truth.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Steve retorts. Billy is not crazy.

You wouldn’t think it to look at him, unkempt, disordered, and bruised, sallow under low fluorescent light. Caged animal that he is. When they study him it’s not to see how his mind works – though the essays and the novels that will fund their children’s college tuitions may be so tritely titled. When suited men open the doors to his cage and sit across from Billy Hargrove without daring to meet his eyes, it’s not to understand him or his assumed insanity. It’s comfort they want. The false sense of superiority that comes with his imprisonment is shouted in the gleams of their polished nails, tap tap tapping impatiently away on the side of the coffee Billy is no longer free to buy. The sheep sip it just to have something to do with their hands. Harrington sips it like a taunt.

‘We got you’ is what these faceless, nameless, men and women in their dime a dozen suits want to say. Want to see it so that for another night they can believe it, and sleep peacefully. ‘We got you. So you can never get us.’ Billy doesn’t cooperate with their questions but he smiles. Whatever brings them comfort. Because he’s just polite like that. Billy has never been wantonly cruel, though he might one day achieve that if Harrington has anything to say about it. His cruelty has always been like his anger, well earned, inevitable and brutal. Deep water that rises to become a flood. Harrington is something else. He’s a knife. Cold, tempered, reflective. Beautiful to look at and dangerous to touch the wrong way. It’s no great mystery why Billy wants to get him bloody and lick him clean. Put him back in the drawer, unassuming and politely functional, show him off at dinner parties. ‘This one cuts through anything’.

Billy’s been a very good boy. He’s been keeping his lips sealed, not giving them what they want in order to get the thing that he wants. The entire reason he’s here in this cell in the first place. It has nothing to do with their laughable detective skills or even the dogged determination of Special Agent Jim Hopper. It’s all about Steve Harrington, the survivor who grew up to hunt monsters.

He and Harrington have been playing their game for years, cut for cut, tit for tat, without near enough tits, but Billy would be lying if he said the hold out wasn’t working for him. Steve’s got him strung, going to bed burning and waking up hungry, until he doesn’t know whether he wants to fuck him or tear him apart. But that’s love for you. Billy’s never been able to back down from a challenge and neither will Harrington. He wants to see what Harrington will do, now that it’s game over. Now that Billy Hargrove is caught and the thrill of the hunt is gone along with the promise of the kill.

Big Jim thinks he saved a traumatized teen, fashioned him into a weapon that always strikes true at the monsters in the dark, but he’s wrong. Doesn’t know enough about the dark to know what he carried out of it but Billy does.

He’s been hunting in the tri-state area of Indiana since he was a teen himself, and in the ensuing decades a few interlopers have come, but they have all been dealt with without fanfare. There has been nothing like a true challenger, a true threat, a real opportunity for connection, until about five years ago.

He met Agent Steve Harrington at a Halloween party of all things.

[peonierose]

Primrose sounds super intriguing! I suspect it might be a travel fic?? Idk I just get very travel vibes from it lol

And you've got to tell me more about Waffle House! Is it fluffy, is it sweet, is it angsty, the people gotta know lmao!

But peonie, like just wow, i love your WIP titles so much. They just give me "summer, beachy" vibes, with a hint of 2010s nostalgia. Love them all so much!

Mads 💚

Here are little snippets from Primrose and Waffle House 😉 Fyi primrose might be something different than you’d expect. Waffle House so far is pretty fluffy. But it’s in the early stages so it could change 🥰😅

Really? Oh my gosh thank you. I always just go with my gut when it comes to titles 🥰 So you saying you love them means a lot really.

Thank you so much for asking me about my wip 💚

Primrose

Book: Open Heart

Summary: Bryce and Ethan go to a sex dungeon. Bonding over drinks.

Luna knows the owner, Madame Rose, because she did an art piece for her for free. It’s now on full display when you enter the dungeon.

Madame Rose was so happy and thankful she told Lunes she can come and visit the dungeon anytime she wants. Even bring some friends.

Being a dominatrix isn’t just dressing sexy and knowing a thing or two about pleasure. These are people too. Who enjoy this kind of pleasure. Which I respect a lot. We’re all beautiful and unique in our own way. Dressing in leather and being dominant? Why the heck not.

I sigh and stare at my phone. I can practically hear Luna say:

”Call Ethan and ask him to go out for some drinks.“ I grin and take my phone.

I dial Ethans cell thinking 9 pm isn’t too late. Hopefully he didn’t go to bed already. I make myself more comfortable on my bed. It rings and rings. I’m about to hang up when after a couple of seconds I hear a deep frustrated male voice.

“I hope you have a good reason for calling right now Lahela,“ Ethan sounds frustrated.

I hear some rustling and a frustrated female voice in the background. I smile wider.

“Hi Hayley. Did I interrupt your little love fest? Yeah sorry not sorry. Also I feel really touched you recognized my number Ramsey,“ I say grinning against the phone.

“I’d really like to enjoy some time with my wife without you interrupting us,“ he says and I grin again. It’s so easy to get a rise out of him. Though I feel a teensy bit bad for interrupting his sexy times with his wife.

“I can call you back in five minutes. It won’t take you longer than that right?“ I tease Ethan

Waffle House

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Luna Auclair x Ethan Ramsey

Summary: Luna and Bryce spend some time together with their kids at the Waffle House.

Both Kehlani and Alaia let out excited squeals.

”I think it sounds like a great idea babe.“ I say.

Lani turns in her chair and looks up at me with her big brown eyes.

”Why do you say babe, daddy?“

I lean down and kiss the top of Lanis head.

”I say that because I love your mom.“

”Can we say babe too?“

I grin. At the age of three Lani and Rosie are two very curious little girls.

”That’s reserved for me Lani.“

She sighs and Alaia grins at her, which makes Lani smile again.

We switch and I take over to braid Alaia’s hair.

Luna whispers.

”They’re way to assertive. That’s your side of the genes.“

I chuckle.

”Don’t forget good-looking.“ I wink.

”I swear your ego swells every time.“

I laugh hard and cover Lanis ears with my hands. Luna does the same with Rosie.

”You gotta know that I was going to make a dirty joke after what you said.“

Luna rolls her eyes.

”Let me guess. Something else swells too.“

I can’t resist to give her a kiss.

”You know me too well Lunes.“

She grins and winks at me.

[yagamisdiary]

ok the state itself and the landscape is really beautiful! but personally, I just have a lot of bad history here and I want to escape my problems😍

and ever since I was little I’ve always wanted to live in a beachy/warm climate bc I’ve lived in Maine my whole life😭 but if you love coastal regions and a place that’s cooler in temperature then Maine is perfect!! AND SNOW!! SO. MUCH. SNOW.

Also maine is known as the ‘vacationland’ so it’s definitely worth visiting!

yeah see i don’t really fuck with snow like that so idk if i’d survive living there but i’d love to visit

[daggerzine]

The Summertimes- S/T (Rank and File Records)

New Aussie band and though this one came out in mid-summer (July) I still wanted to write about it. They’ve got that beachy power pop vibe that those Aussie bands seem to do so well. The band is led by the two Davids, David Beniuk and David Challenger, and also includes some other fairly well-known Aussie musicians like Ashley Naylor, Stephen O’Brien, and Steve Bull.

The record brings the sunshine right from opener “Inside” and doesn’t let up until the final cut, “The Perfect Wave.” In between these 10 songs (which clocks in at 34 minutes) you’ll hear lots of oozin’ ahs (as Bad Religion calls its) plus, horns, stellar guitar work all over the place (dig the hooks on “Password”).

Elsewhere “Wakes Up Shadows” is a bit more melancholy and “My Beautiful Girl Harbour” chimes and jangles its way across the beach and a song called “Athens, GA” is just as strummy as you’d think it would be (as is the equality as great “Love (it’s the word)”.

So yeah, if you dig stuff like Velvet Crush, Matthew Sweet, or anything that Aussie legend Dom Mariani has done then this Summertimes record will be right up your alley. Time to wax up and paddle out!

www.thesummertimes.bandcamp.com

[suckitsurveys]

Look out of the nearest window. What do you see? Details, please. There is a giant dust vacuum thing (?) for the carpenter shop below us. I can also see the buildings across the parking lot. And some trees. And a stop light.

When you think of the word “posh”, what springs to mind? The Spice Girls.

When you have chocolate, do you eat it room temperature? Or are you like me and stick the bar into the fridge first? Usually just room temp, but also “chocolate” is a pretty broad term.

What’s the most shocking thing that’s happened in your part of town? Um. I live in Chicago, nothing shocks me anymore.

Which brand are your headphones/earbuds? I have no idea, I got them on Amazon lol.

Do you see planes fly over your house at all? Oh yes, we are in flight path.

Are there any constellations you recognize just by looking at them? The dippers.

Which room of your house/apartment do you spend the most time in? I mean probably the living room.

Which insect do you find the most beautiful? Praying Manti. And Butterflies of course.

Did you have crafts/woodwork at school growing up? There was a craft class but it never worked out in my schedule. I took Ceramics and Printmaking instead.

If so, what was the best assignment you did for it? I made a really cool gingerbread cookie jar in ceramics and a buncha cool prints in Printmaking.

Do you have a friend who likes to tell you everything? Sure.

What was the last thing you got very excited about? Rewatching Pete and Pete lol. You can go to any city in any country you want. Which city do you go to? Somewhere beachy.

Do you like gardening? If so, what do you grow? I do. We grow veggies and herbs in the summer. We also have some established flowers. I really want to plant roses in the front yard this year.

Do you enjoy puzzle games? If so, which one’s your favourite? I do. I don’t particularly have a favorite.

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why? Hard drugs, for obvious reasons.

What would you absolutely hate living next door to? My brother in law.

What would you love to live next door to? A sushi restaurant.

What gives you nostalgia? So many things.

When you think of a classy drink, what comes to mind first? Martinis.

Do you prefer eating out or cooking your own meals? I love getting take out.

Which language do you think is the most complicated to learn? I haven’t tried to learn a lot of different languages so I couldn’t tell you.

Is there a place that you might call your second home? I mean, aside from my apartment, my dad’s house.

How do you imagine your later life to look like? Blah.

What is a job you would never in a million years want to do? Any job. Just pay me money to exist thanks.

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without? A nose ring or stud.

Do you ever “go commando”? Not in public.

What’s the sweetest thing someone’s done for you? Remembering little things about me.

Which wild animals are a common sight in your area? Birds, squirrels, bunnies.

What’s the weirdest building in your city? Bro there are so many weird buildings in Chicago where do I start.

How do you keep in touch with friends usually? Various social media platforms haha.

Do you get a lot of visitors? Nah.

Is there a subtle way your partner gets you excited easily? Yeah.

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? I have in the past.

Which Disney villain is your favourite? I don’t have one.

On a regular day, what do you usually do at 3 o'clock in the afternoon? The weekends vary but I am usually at the gym or on my way to the gym, except for on Wednesdays when I get my nieces from school at 2:45. Then, of course, I am with them.

Which possession would you not want to inherit from a relative? I don’t know.

What is something you would never dare to do in public? I mean, the obvious ones.

Would you/ did you have a hen night/bachelorette party? Barf.

Has anyone taken you on holiday somewhere? If so, where? I mean, my family growing up? When you left the house last time, where did you go? Here, to work.

How did you spend your last birthday? Had dinner with my family and then played pool with Mark and a few friends.

[madison-ward]

Summer Planning Facetime

Spring Semester Sophomore Year of College

Maddie gets back to her room and texts Gabe, hi baby, can you ft?

Gabe gets Maddies text as he’s walking back to his dorm so he starts the FaceTime call.

She grins widely as she answers, “Hi, baby.”

He grins at her, “Hey, what’s up?”

Maddie smiles, “If you’re available I was thinking maybe we could figure out where we wanna stay this summer?”

“Sure, I’m just heading back to my dorm,” he smiles.

She grins, “Okay. How was your day?”

“So far it’s good. I have conditioning in a little bit. How’s yours?” He grins.

She smiles, “Good. Done for the day.”

“Lucky you,” he smiles at her as he walks.

Maddie laughs, “I had back to back classes since 8 so I’m not sure lucky is the right word.”

He chuckles, “You’re free now though.”

She grins, “Yeaah but my boyfriend’s time is limited.”

He sighs as he gets to his dorm, “Where’s your optimism?” He chuckles.

Maddie gasps and giggles, “oh you’re right I’m sorry. I’m very happy to have a free afternoon and some time to talk to my best friend.”

“That’s better,” he smiles and plops down on his bed, taking his hat off. “Hi, baby.”

She grins widely, “Hi handsome.”

He grins, “Where do you want to spend the summer?”

She hums, “That’s a good question. Do we want beachy or no because of school for you and home for us?”

“I mean, it’s not Summer without the beach,” he shrugs.

Maddie grins, “Okay, somewhere on the coast. Do we want a city or someplace quieter?”

“Where do you want to stay?” He raises his brows.

She grins, “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking questions. We could do Bar Harbor so we’re near the beach and Acadia but it’s small up there. We could do Miami. We could do the Outer Banks. Charleston. Virginia Beach.”

"Oh, you don't wanna be around friends or family at all?" He chuckles.

Maddie raises her brows and laughs, “I thought you said subletting near home wouldn’t make sense?”

"Well it wouldn't. But I figured if we went away it wouldn't be for the whole summer. It'd be nice to be home for a bit," he shrugs.

She nods her head, “I agree. I was thinking like three weeks to a month.”

He nods a little, "I do have to be back at school August first for football."

Maddie raises her brows, “Wow that is early.. maybe just two weeks then.”

"Or you could come with me.." He smiles.

Her brows raise and she grins widely, “Really!?”

"Yeah, I mean for at least two weeks or so until you have to go to school. That way we can go home for the end of May and June, spend July wherever we decide, and then you can come with me back here. I'm gonna be looking for an apartment before the semester ends."

Maddie smiles at him lovingly, “I’m in.”

"Cool," he grins.

She grins. “And then we’ll still kind of have our own space.”

"Exactly," he nods his head and smiles.

Maddie smiles widely, “I love it. So now to figure out where to stay for a few weeks.”

"Yeah. You pick," he grins.

She laughs, “I gave a bunch of options, help me narrow it down?”

"I know you gave options, but if you're gonna spend the rest of your summer here with me, then I want you to pick where we go," he smiles. "Bar Harbor or the Outer Banks would be fun, but really, anywhere you want to go."

Maddie grins, “I know, and you’re the best, but I’m bad at decision making and like deciding things with you. If we wanna do hiking and beach then Bar Harbor, beach town and beach, Outer Banks.”

He smiles at her, "Are you gonna hike with me?"

Maddie grins, "absolutely."

"Okay, Maine it is," he nods.

She smiles widely, “Yay! Acadia will be so beautiful, and we can stargaze.”

He smiles at her, "You're cute."

Maddie grins shyly, “Madly in love with you.”

He grins at her, "Madly, huh?"

She smiles widely, “Truly, deeply.”

He chuckles softly, " I miss you."

Maddie grins at him, “I miss you too. We’re gonna have a great summer.”

"We are," he grins at her.

She smiles widely, “I’ll start looking at places for us in Bar Harbor and send them to you. I’ve been saving up this semester.”

"Sounds good, babe," he nods.

Maddie grins, “Do you think you’ll just live with Charlie?”

He hums and then shrugs, “probably.”

She smirks, “Yeah you two are probably so used to hearing the other have sex that it would be weird to find a new roommate now.”

He makes a face and laughs, “Maddie!”

Maddie tilts her head back as she laughs loudly.

“We don’t live close enough to our girlfriends to make each other listen to that,” he laughs.

She laughs, “Two words. Shower sex.”

“And how often have we done that when Charlie’s around?” He chuckles.

Maddie grins, “At least once and we woke him up! Then you said he and his girlfriend weren’t so innocent.”

He laughs, “That was a while ago. We learned roommate etiquette.”

She grins, “It was in the faaalll.”

“Still a weird reason to remain roommates,” he laughs.

Maddie laughs, “I was joking.”

“Mhm,” he chuckles.

She grins, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he smiles.

Maddie smiles, “When is conditioning?”

He looks at the time, “Fifteen minutes. I should get changed.”

She smiles, “Okay.”

"What are you gonna do for the rest of the afternoon?" He smiles as he gets up.

She smiles, “Think about watching you changing in front of me.”

He laughs and teasingly sets his phone down so it faces the ceiling as he gets his workout clothes.

Maddie gasps and laughs, “Baaabe!”

He laughs and then picks up his phone, "Woops."

She pouts and laughs, “Meanie.”

He grins and props up his phone and takes his shirt off.

Maddie licks her lips as she watches him.

He smirks at her as he takes off his shorts and puts his workout shorts on.

She makes a small noise and squeezes her legs together.

He grins at her and then puts his shirt on.

Maddie sighs and grins, “My boyfriend is so fucking hot!”

Gabe chuckles, “Just wanna give you something to think about.”

She giggles and smiles, “Oh you did. Is it hard to be that sexy all the time?”

“Exhausting,” he grins.

Maddie grins, “I believe it. All the girls you have to turn away.”

Gabe chuckles and shakes his head, picking up his phone, “I love you.”

She smiles widely at him, “I love you too, baby.”

He smiles, “I gotta head out.”

Maddie grins, “Okay. Have fun, text me later.”

“Of course. Bye, babe,” he waves.

She smiles and waves back, “Bye honey.”

He winks before hanging up.

[leossmoonn]

list #1: [ RECITE ] sender quotes a poem that reminds them of receiver

okay hear me out on this one: nathan scott. BC HE WLD TOTALLY TRY TO MEMORIZE THE POEM TO IMPRESS YOU BUT HE GETS ALL FLUSTERED AND NERVOUS AND CUTE🥰🥰

pls hold the applause i will be here for the rest of time

SO TRUE. okay I used to this poem before but I couldn’t find one I liked before soooo

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“I gotta say, I’m impressed,” you remark. “Oh, yeah?” Nathan grins. “Yep. Who knew basketball star and boy toy Nathan Scoff could be so romantic?” you grin. He shrugs, “I guess I’m full of surprises.”

You nod in agreement and peck his cheek. You wrap your arm around his as you two walk through the little shopping center at Tree Hill. Tonight is your third date with Nathan. Before going with him, you warned him that you wanted to take it slow. You didn’t want to get your heart broken, especially not by the jackass you thought Nathan was. You were a little surprised that Nathan agreed. You thought it would whine and complain about not having you in his bed yet, but it turns out he likes you enough to try something new. And something new meant actually dating. Not on and off sex like his last relationship with Peyton. You were worried he would be turned off by the idea, but in all honesty, he’s enjoyed getting to know you. You’re a very interesting, charismatic young woman that he’s completely wrapped up in. And he definitely showed that tonight.

“The sunset is beautiful,” you hum, looking at the nearby beachy area where it looked like the sun was melting into the sea. Nathan stares at you with a love sick smile on his face. “It definitely is.” You look at him, laughing as you catch him looking at you. “That was a little cliché, don’t you think?” you ask. “Did it work?” he asks. “Mm, it definitely did,” you beam. Nathan walks you to the beach, both of you sitting down in the sand.

“We should have brought our bathing suits,” you chuckle. “Maybe next time,” Nathan nods. You watch him closely for a few seconds. He’s twiddling his fingers, eyes darting around the area. He looks nervous. “Hey, you okay?” you ask. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I just… I want to show you something,” he says. You nod and fully turn to him. “What’s up?” “Um, it’s this poem,” he says. Your brows raise. You stare at him to make sure he’s not joking. “Really?” “Yeah,” he nods. “It’s for my English class assignment. And it’s about you. And I know you like poetry, so, yeah,” he explains.

You smile, “well, let’s hear it!”

“Okay,” he nods. He swallows visibly. “She walks like beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspects and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy days deny.” He watches you as he recites it, feeling more confident as your smile gets wider. Once he gets to the last few lines, he seems to forget the words. “Sorry I… I can’t remember them,” he frowns. “Well, it’s okay, Nate. I loved what you could remember. It was all very sweet. Thank you,” you grin. He shakes his head, “no, it’s not okay.”

You furrow your brows. “Why not?” “Because I… I wanted to impress you,” he blushes and looks away. You smile widely, slipping your hand into his. “Oh, Nathan. I am very impressed. The fact that you memorized more than half of it. I mean, honestly, from what I’ve heard from Haley and your grades, I’m surprised you could even read,” you tease. He rolls his eyes. “I guess I’m full of surprises then.”

“Nathan,” you say, lifting his head up with your chin. “I am very impressed. I’m impressed with this whole night, with you. With these three dates we’ve been on.”

“Yeah?” Nathan asks. “Mhm. And I am so impressed, that if you asked me to be your girlfriend, then I would say yes,” you grin. His eyes light up and a smile spreads across his face. “Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle and nod, “Yes, I will, Nathan Scott.”

[harlowsbby]

Same goes to you ❤️ I’ll even bless you with a cute concept I’ve been thinking about for a couple days.

Maybe you and urban have mutual friends with Jack and you’re on a beachy vacation like Turks with a group a friends. And you happen to have broken up with your boyfriend a week prior so you decide you want to do a sexy bikini photo shoot at night bc fuck your ex. And someone recommended a pretty neat photographer that happens to be on vacation with your group. 😊🍉

Once you landed in Turks and Caicos you were so happy to finally get drunk and run around the beach with your friends. You were fresh out a breakup so why not get drunk and do whatever you also planned on having a photo shoot and pose in nothing but these bikinis you packed that definitely didn’t cover much but your friends encouraged this whore behavior.

You were currently laying on the beach while some of your friends took pictures of you some of you on your knees and posing with your hands behind your back you looked at a few they taken and damn you looked fine as fuck your boobs most definitely were looking nice and lifted and big and your ass yeah your ass was on a different world as this point.

“I love the pictures but I wish we had like a photographer.” Your friend Katrina said and you nodded bitting your Luis because having a photographer would most definitely be good they would get all your good angles.

“Oh I know someone it’s Jack’s friend his name is Urban he’s always taking Jack’s pictures.” Taylor said you nodded as she called Urban who said he’d be right out.

“He’s fine too so maybe you could reward him with something after.” Taylor smirked you rolled your eyes she was always trying to play matchmaker.

“Tay I love you girl but I’m fresh out a breakup I’m not looking for any community dick right now babe.” You told her as she rolled her eyes at you but nodding her head agreeing with you.

After awhile Urban arrived you smiled shaking his hand he looked at you in awe you were so beautiful to him and not just because you were wearing barley anything.

“Uh my name is Urban and I take pictures here and there so I can help you out ma ?” Urban muttered and you smiled softly. Katrina and Taylor snickered in the background you glared are them and went into your poses.

“Maybe like get on your knees and lean forward a bit like you’re reaching for something I think that would look good and have your face sticking up.” Urban directed you and you nodded doing as he said. Katrina snd Taylor clapped loving how good you looked and especially your ass those squats were paying off.

Once you guys got finished it was Urban and you left on the beach.

“Thank you again Urban for helping me I can’t wait to post these.” You told him as he smiled at you causing you to blush.

“It’s nothing really ma. But if you don’t mind could I get your number ? I really think you’re beautiful and wanna get to know you more.” Urban said you were a bit hesitant doing so since you just got out of a breakup a week ago.

“I just got out of a breakup Urban I don’t think it would be the best time right now.” You expressed to him now feeling bad.

“It’s okay ma I’m willing to wait especially for a girl like you I’ll just put my number in your phone and just text me when you’re ready yeah ?” Urban said and you nodded blushing as you handed him your phone he smiled as he handed your phone back and walking back into the house.

Later that night after you showered you ended up texting Urban saying how you once again appreciated everything and he quickly responded saying it was nothing and you both ended up texting all night.