*:・ﾟ✧ — FOREIGNER'S GOD.

hi y'all! it's lucy, back from the dead, one more time. i've been away for forever but i'm really looking to get back into rp as i have a lot more time, and i've missed it a lot! i'm semi-selective about writing, but i'd love to bring back any old plots or ships w/some of my older partners, or start new ones with anyone who's interested!

     when he concedes and takes the joint from her, she smiles again, but that’s as gone as quick as it came, as well. she folds her arms over her chest and narrows her gaze for just a moment before taking the joint back from him. his voice doesn’t hold any bite to it when he tells her to fuck off and she feels herself begin to relax even more so now. he’s slurring and she brushes past him to climb up onto the big bed they’ve got in their honeymoon suite. “oho, yes you fucking do have a stick up your ass. or you act like it constantly. you taking the joint from me was the very first time i have ever seen you relax. your shoulders are up to your ears and you always look like you’re on edge. here. take another hit.” she takes one before handing the joint back to her new husband. magdalena rubs at her eyes before she’s moving to grab the menu out of the nightstand. 

     “i’m ordering some food. whatever they gave us at the reception tasted awful and something tells me that my dad will be speaking to the owner of the hall tomorrow morning.” she pulls a face before grabbing for the phone and ordering two burgers and some sweet things like the cheesecake and chocolate cake. she sets the phone back down and lays against the pillows, her gaze falling back on leo. “ – you could have found someone much more suited to you, to marry. there isn’t a shortage of pretty faces with parents that have millions and millions of dollars…” maybe her dad had something to do with it – well, more than she thought. her dad could be fucking terrifying when he needs to be. she’s watched him kill people – that would forever change her.

      “i don’t!” he’s unafraid to protest now, blue eyes rolling back in his head at her words — he knows it’s true, but doesn’t particularly appreciate being told it straight to his face. but the liquor has loosened his tongue, and appearances can only be held for so long. he twists in his perch on the edge of the bed, one leg folding up underneath him as he gazes over at her with furrowed brows. “ — okay. fine.” leo waves a careless, sloppy hand in her direction, taking the joint back easily. “maybe i am a little on edge, so what?” he forces his shoulders down when she points it out, muscles pulling taut under the thin fabric of his shirt in an attempt to feign relaxation — he gives up, taking another slow hit.  “it’s not like i have much to fuckin’ relax about, huh? you’d be stressed too if you were me.”

      he shuts his mouth only momentarily as she grabs the phone, blowing lazy plumes of smoke out into the air between them. “i didn’t think it was that bad. edible, i guess,” the brunet shrugs, suddenly starving at the mention of food. he hands back the joint, fingers idling against the nape of his neck before reaching down to busy himself with pulling off his belt as she speaks. “i didn’t choose you.” leo let out a snort, fingers fumbling with the complicated buckle. the whiskey’s gone straight to his head, and he doesn’t bother holding back. “i’d never fuckin’ choose you, don’t get me wrong.” the last thing he had wanted was to get shackled with a wife, let alone her. “but i guess i never really had a fuckin’ choice in the first place, huh?” he stands, and pulls the belt off, tossing it to to the ground. he shrugs again. “i’m gonna take a shower.”

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keywords: friendship, happiness, light.

a canary's love is freeing, and brings the recipient true and pure happiness. everyone you love is your best friend in one way or another, whether it's your fiancess, your little sister, your mother, or your favourite english teacher. you're most likely to buy small gifts for the people you love, such as their favourite snack or little trinkets, to show that you were thinking about them. yours is the love of holding hands, singing in the shower, spring time and wide smiles.

best matched with: fern, lavender, cerulean.

keywords: romance, slow-burning, devotion. 

the love of yearning, of candlelit nights spend staring longingly at your lover's hands or of cramping your own with the effort of writing the perfect love letter, yours is the love that transcends time, expectations, and patience. when you're in love with somebody, you give them your whole heart. an extremely loyal, thoughtful, and introspective person, your ideal date may involve simply opening a bottle of wine and revelling in the company of your favourite person. voted most likely to fall in love with somebody who your soul remembers from a past life - if you believe in that sort of thing. 

best matched with: mulberry, peacock, scarlet.

keywords: gifts, dating, devotion.

a crazy love that makes you want to tell every stranger you meet about it! your love is wild and extravagant. you feel most loved when you’re being showered in the attention of choice. you’re a unique person, and you deserve to feel that way by the people you adore! you show your love by making the recipient feel as if they are the most treasured person in your life.

best matched with: peacock, mulberry, scarlet.

keywords: passion, intense, flames.

a love that lights you on fire. you don’t do anything by halves, and this is doubly true when it comes to love. you’re an incredibly intense and complex person. your ideal partner is somebody who can match your intensity and feed the flame that keeps you interested in things. most likely to be great in bed and to break hearts without meaning to, you’ve probably had few 'casual’ relationships and tend to love with your whole heart.

best matched with: scarlet, mulberry, peacock.

                  in the steady heat of the tuscan summer, niccolò can practically feel the sweat dripping. the bubbling of the creek and the eager laughter of friends is the only distraction from the sweltering warmth of the night, the cracking pop of beer bottles opening ringing in his ears — he’d managed to move downstream a little with the other in easy conversation, the hanging branches of the lemon trees their only cover from the prying eyes of their companions. “ — mm, mm,” he interjects easily, swallowing a mouthful of peroni like it’s water, “ — i have an idea. how well can you swim, pasticcino?” / @slcwdisco​

@lucywrites·· sent: “i can’t take responsibility for anything i did when i was eight.” ╱ lisa & mia.

“and you’re damn lucky you can’t,” lisa replies, a shudder involuntarily making its way down her spine as she recalls just how… rambunctious mia had been as a child. “if you could, your ass would be locked up for all the stress you caused me. remember when i literally thought i’d lost you playing hide and seek? i still have grey hairs.”

“— aw, c’mon.” it’s with a bashful laugh that mia swats her hands in the direction of the other, cheeks flushing a bright pink. “i wasn’t that bad!” a snort escapes at the memory. “i had a backpack full of focaccia, anyway. i spent the whole two hours eating bread behind the olive bushes, so i was happy enough, even if you and dougie shit yourselves over it.”

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ( 2 / 𝐢𝐝𝐤 ) for my beautiful wife @lucywrites

“move.” words came off in a demand, while she kept her composure when speaking to the male; leaving no hints of any emotion on her features apart from her usual rage. the fight she had gotten in with the other blonde had eleonora’s blood boiling under her skin. perhaps she had crossed the line in pulling fist full of blonde strands from the other, but she could care less about the bald patches. after all, the girl only needed a punching bag to make her a tad better. “i don’t want to talk to you.”

“what the fuck was that, huh?” he should be angry — yet another pretty girl scared off by eleonora’s overly-dramatic antics, but instead he just laughs. vick’s arm stretches out and he stops her from going any further, broad shoulders blocking her path. his dark eyes drink in her appearance, the familiar frown on her face only causing him to grin even more. “ — is somebody jealous, huh?” he rests his fingers against the doorframe, gazing down. “you can tell me, ‘nora. i won’t bite — unless you want me to.”

      she sits on the floor of the shower for a good ten minutes before she finally stands up and scrubs herself raw. all the makeup’s gone, all the glitter’s gone. everything is gone. it feels like she’s in the shower for hours, but once she steps out, she sees herself in the mirror and she looks exhausted. the towel is wrapped tightly around her slight frame and she tries to ignore her reflection now. she dries her hair as much as she can before pulling on her underwear and the nightie. she hangs up all of the towels and walks out of the bathroom. she thought he would’ve left the room by now, but he’s sat on the edge of the bed. the rose petals all over the floor and she takes a deep breath, “…yeah, i’m out,” she murmurs and swallows thickly. she’s got her drink waiting on the nightstand and she downs it before walking out of the bedroom to refill her glass. 

    “uhm…the bed’s big enough…for the both of us to sleep in it. we can keep enough space between us. hell, i’ll even put pillows between us if your highness can’t stomach the thought of sharing a bed with me.” magdalena feels a little buzz at the back of her head and she opens her suitcase again, finding where she hit the joints she made the night before. she lights one up and takes a slow hit. her eyes drift shut and she tilts her head back, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. she’s already begun to relax and she takes a couple more hits before holding the joint out to him. “you can’t think this is a bad idea right now. i know you’ve got a stick up your ass, but this is needed tonight. we just got married,” she murmurs and the smile she gives him is a lot more genuine this time around, but it doesn’t last for very long. 

         leo pays her no heed as she leaves the bathroom, his gaze firmly fixed on anywhere but her. the bowtie around his neck suddenly feels strangling, and with one forceful hand, he tugs it off, tossing the silk to the ground on the other side of the room. in fact, the brunet doesn’t stop there, kicking off his last remaining shoe, and unbuttoning his shirt with a quick hand until he’s left with just his t-shirt underneath. balling up the stiff fabric, he hurls it towards the pile of clothes on the ground, a little bit of stress lifting at the action. he takes another mouthful of his whiskey, before eventually raising his eyeline to look at her once again.

         “ — you can have it. i don’t care, i’ll sleep on the couch, or the ground. whatever.” he’d much rather not, admittedly, but there’s something scarily intimate about the thought of falling asleep next to her, even with layers in between. but if she doesn’t care — he shakes it off. they can consider it later. right now, he’s a little preoccupied. “you know what? fine.” he feels eighteen again, sneaking out from under the watchful eye of his father and lorenzo to smoke some green with his friends — except now he’s even further under their grasp. accepting the joint, he takes a deep breath, before blowing a haze of smoke out easily. fuck. he’d missed that. taking another long hit, he nods wordlessly before passing it back to her. “ — fuck off.” his voice is a little lighter, almost slurred with alcohol, a slight snort slipping out. “i don’t have a stick up my ass.”

trust in mickey weiss to always sort his boredom out with his own method of entertainment. he means no disrespect to the arcade which served him well since birth, but after working there for the last two years, it came with no surprise as to how bored and tiresome he grew. truth be told, with him spending the majority of his childhood at the arcade ( the skate park remains on the top of his list — duh ), it took him not more than three months to be fully familiarized with all the machines occupying every inch of the space. he has come to learn every hack, to know every storyline and to memorize every move that needs to be made in order to win a battle by muscle memory. not that he would ever want to take his second favourite place for granted — he could never dream of it, but jo seems to be helping him learn to appreciate the little things in life.

it’s all about being happy, he likes to think, to find what relaxes him, especially after a long day of hard work. ‘ being a manager’s hard work ’, he so often tells his friends; almost making it sound like it’s deserving of him to find relief with the brunette on the pinball machine — her legs spread open for him while her panties pooled around her ankles… or at least that was where he remembered it being last. he nodded in response to her offer, only to give her a shrug. “probably on the floor somewhere,” he nonchalantly advised as he adjusted and fixed his trousers, zipping it up so easy almost like it’s pure talent. a smirk grew present across his features as it came to view and with one swift movement, he reached over beside the machine, picking it up. “here,” the thin fabric of her underwear and the damp area from his earlier tease had him deepening the smirk. the imagery of her in that position could definitely get him going again tonight. “can i keep it?” he mocked through light chuckles, darting a tongue out teasingly as he pulls back his extended hand. to think of her serving plates with nothing underneath could get him possibly hard.

“ — can you keep ‘em? for what, huh?” she’s not expecting an answer; it’s a question she could guess the answer to in a heartbeat. not that jo really minds — there’s a sick thrill in what they’re doing, in the way they act around each other, and she can’t really ask for more than that from him. she doesn’t expect him to be a perfect gentleman, or meet her parents, or buy her flowers — if anything, the only thing he’s likely to give her is a seriously bad hickey. their relationship has always revolved around one of them being on their knees ( or on a pinball machine ... or in the backseat of his car... ) so it’s no fucking surprise.  “you’re such a fucking pervert, weiss.” her voice is playful as she swats at him, closing the gap between them with ease, her breath still hot. it’s sickening, how they’ve only just finished fucking around, and yet she already wants more — her hands reach out to snatch her underwear back teasingly, gaze bright and sordid from behind long lashes. “ask me nicely,” she twirls the lacy fabric between pinched fingers, “ — and i’ll let you do whatever you want with them.” it’s always tease, tease, tease. she turns her back to the brunet, other hand rising to push her hair up from the nape of her neck, head tilting to gaze back up at him. she blinks innocently. “and please, do the fucking zipper up for me?”

“nell!” gwen calls out to catch the other’s attention as she walks by, closing the distance between them as quickly and with as much grace as someone in heels possibly can. “hey,” she smiles, taking a beat to smooth down the creases in her dress with her free hand. with the other, a white box with the sugar rush logo printed on top is outstretched. “we had some of those cupcakes that sebastian likes left over. figured he might enjoy some more.” @lucywrites​!

“ — gwen, hi!” fuck. her. life. if there was anybody that nell had been particularly avoiding since returning to monterey, it was gwen and her husband — but clearly that was impossible in a town like this. touting both bags of groceries, she re-balances them as she turns to face the other, smile stretching quickly across her face. the sight of the box made her heart sink a little, and she accepted it gratefully, tucking it tight against her side. “thank you so, so much — you’ll have made his night. you really, really didn’t have to.”

he’s finding every method to make the current conversation exchanged between them both, lighter than the direction it’s been compelled to follow. the subject of penny and her name itself left a sour taste in his mouth. it only ever reminded him how awful his last conversation with sawyer was in regards to her coworker’s invitation. it left him embarrassed with a heavy heart, losing sleep on the same night with wandering thoughts of lost chances. was it foolish of him to think she would care enough to comment; to give her opinions or for her to advise him to not pursue such an unusual relationship? it was what he was hoping for at least. the blond continued to nod his head; only to lift his gaze back up at her as unpredictable words tumbled out of her lips; in ways, he didn’t think would ever occur. he was almost eager to interrupt — another one of his reporting habits, to rudely interrupt one with a follow-up question — but for the sake of not drawing inaccurate conclusions, he was quick to hold his tongue. “yeah,” he agreed, knowing exactly what she meant without needing to finish her sentence; for if the male ever has to come to terms with their similarities, he would agree that they shared driven and ambitious characteristics far too big for fox hill alone to hold. “married to my work,” he repeated under his breath through a light chuckle, “it gets a little lonely sometimes.” the confession leaving his lips came out faster than he expected. to amend it, he cleared his throat, quickly running his mouth on his next ramble. “she’s just not the one,” he shook his head. “i don’t need a date for me to make my mind up — i kind of knew from the starter that she and i would be on a completely different wavelength.” a sigh follows after. “she didn’t take it very well but it is what it is.”

a finger wraps around the curve of his black coffee cup as he lifts it for a sip. “i like engaging into conversations,” he aimlessly began to ramble, with intentions to explain. he’s not a bad person, nor has he ever been the kind of guy to lead someone on. growing up, the male never had time for relationships to begin with; his priorities were always set on his career and family. the last thing he wanted to worry about was whether he upset a girl. “you know, talk about what i like to do, what interests me and what i believe in without having to impress or worry if i’m boring them. i just don’t think penny would be the kind to be interested…” he took another sip, only to accidentally slip, “not like you, sawyer.”

“you are married to your work — a little bit.” the bridge of her nose wrinkles with playfulness, hand swatting the air as she speaks. it’s true; he’s a lot like her in that regard. fox hill was a small town, and there was only so far that teenage sweethearts and early marriages could get you. at least ethan had a reason to stay in this rattrap place — sawyer certainly doesn’t, and at the next possible opportunity, she’ll be getting a one way ticket on the greyhound. “but it’s okay, right? i mean, i’m part of your work now — you’ll have me.” his confession of disinterest in penny has set her free, and she feels immensely lighter, shoulders slack and relaxed against the plastic of the diner booth. “ — so you won’t have to be lonely, okay?” the brunette grabs her coffee cup, fingers closing around the warmth of the cracked china, taking another large mouthful as he continues. still, regardless of what she expects him to respond with, it’s not that. still, she takes it at face value, teeth gnawing into the soft flesh of her bottom lip as she shakes her head, brunette locks bouncing against her shoulders. “aw, c’mon —” her gaze never leaves him, bashful eyes watching from behind long, dark eyelashes, “ — ethan, you know i’m interested in everything about you.” she can’t stop the sudden, erratic pounding in her chest. not like you. “i love —” well, if he’s confessing... “ — i love your voice, when you go on those little tangents, you know? and you’re talking about work, or you’re talking about your dad, or some article you read — ” her fingers encircle the handle of the mug tightly. “you’re so unbelievably interesting to me.”