#{ EMMA DAMMIT }

[surreal-duck]

moon for the pksp masquerade event ^^

[shima-draws]

Who was your favorite character in The Promised Neverland?

RAYYYYYY 🥺 I'm obsessed with his character arc. Bro literally spent 6 years knowing the truth about Grace Field and was 100% aware all of his siblings were being sent to their deaths and willingly let himself be manipulated and used by Isabella but he did it for Emma and Norman...just for their survival...he watched his siblings die over and over and acted as the perfect little pawn just for the slim chance that he might be able to save his besties...he was playing the LONG con. The DEDICATION. The SACRIFICE. He was also ready and willing to lay down his life just to see Emma and Norman escape, that's how much he cares about them and how little he cares for himself. He was deadass going to set himself on FIRE for them. This isn't even mentioning the change he goes through after the escape either I'm just too emo to rant about that rn

[yourmusicmuse]

So I need to stop my brain from being terrible so I need y'all Outsiders fans to do your thing and give me some writing requests! Preferably fluff because I think I need that lol. I'd also prefer not to write ships but if you have any particular ship ideas that I like...maybe I'll write it. Who knows! I'm a fiend for Curtis brothers family fluff though so it'll probably take priority lolol

SEND EM AT ME!!!

[ghostatrandom]

I think Emma should join in the family tradition and let her become a faller in PLZA, doesn’t matter if it's set in the past or future, let her have interdimensional traumas

[bloodfreak-boyking]

what if this whole thing was over tonight? man, i'd sleep for a month. go back to school - be a person again.

this feels like the start of a love confession ngl

[takeonmesumino]

Wait...wait wait idea time!!

Hundred Line....but it's The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals.

It's literally so perfect, Takumi is literally just like Paul in the Comedy Route.

Like it fits....if you think about the implications.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

YOU GET ME like idrc care about two guys who look visibly british even though one of them is american. give me two butches romancing a cunty femme and i'll be sat

THANK YOU!! that's exactly it!! like good for them for being gay and i even sort of like mike faist for some reason but i dont 👏 want to 👏 see them 👏 now... if they had been lesbians instead... 👀👀👀

[sunsetsmakemesad]

Some stupid mobile game add just got me to download some stupid mobile game I'm so mad

[lyriccl]

Questioning Minds | Accepting!

@xamassed asked: is that … my shirt ? ( mammon )

It was one of Emma's lazy mornings; no one save for Lucifer had to report to RAD, so breakfast was an informal affair. The fridge was mostly empty courtesy of Beel, but he had left some things so the others could eat at their leisure. Emma was currently nursing a bowl of cereal, watching a funny video on DevilTube when Mammon had come down. He was still blinking the sleep from his eyes, so he first noticed Emma's attire when he went to sit next to her at the table.

She smiles, pausing her video and pressing a kiss to her greedy demon's cheek. "Yeah, you must've left it in my room the other night. It's big, comfy, and smells like you, so I just threw it on with some shorts. I'll give it back when I change into something proper."

Her smile turned coy as she gave a not-so-subtle wink. "Unless... you want me to keep it on?"

[potato-on-your-head]

@killianxswan @mccallhero you are so RIGHT

[materia-girl88]

Coarse Treatment

18+, minors dni

Bucky is very protective of his girlfriend, so much so he even holds back during intimate moments. But communication is key and honesty goes a long way. Basically, reader wants to get fucked and after an emotional discussion, Bucky delivers.

The title of this fic and one small part later is inspired by one of my favorite scenes in the 2022 version of "Lady Chatterly's Lover" with Emma Corrin and Jack O'Connell. IYKYK ;)

Even before your relationship, Bucky was protective of you. He couldn't figure out why he was so drawn to you. You were head of the research team Valentina hired for the New Avengers and though you may not be out in the missions themselves, your skill for research and your vast knowledge made you vulnerable. Especially seeing as you often traveled with the team, setting up base wherever they went to so you could relay information.

Bucky had watched your back since the beginning. When you first met him, it kind of annoyed you. You were a grown ass adult with your own combat training.

Now? The both of you knew it was because he cared. He fell first, drawn to your wit and charm, and you couldn't help but let your heart open to him.

The protectiveness continued but now you welcomed it.

He would walk on the outside of sidewalks. At any social gatherings, his arm was resting on the small of your back to keep you by him, and if you did have to leave him, his eyes would scan the room every little while to catch sight of you and make sure all was well.

But with Bucky's protectiveness, there was just one small issue.

He was too afraid of hurting you if he got rough in bed. You loved having sex with Bucky. He was an attentive partner and always left you more than satisfied.

But dammit, sometimes you really just wanted him to rail you into the mattress or maybe hold you down over the arm of the couch.

He rarely touched you with his vibranium arm, worried he would somehow unintentionally cause harm, but you couldn't help but he drawn to it and the possibilities.

So you hatched a plan.

You and Bucky had your own wing of the New Avengers Watchtower and you were currently waiting for him to get back from a meeting with Valentina and the other team members.

You wore one of his black t-shirts, nothing but your red lace panties underneath, your hair thrown up in a messy bun.

You had just put a roast in the oven when you heard your door open.

"You here, doll?" Bucky called out and you smiled, just the sound of his voice enough to make you giddy.

"In the kitchen!" you called, moving to the counter to clean up a bit where you had prepped some sides to make with dinner.

You heard his heavy footfalls coming your way and it wasn't long before strong arms wrapped around your waist, one warm and the other cold.

It had taken a while to get used to the drastic difference in temperature, but now you craved to feel both arms around you always.

Bucky's head came down to nuzzle into the space where your neck and shoulder met.

"Smells good," he said softly, lips pressing to the skin exposed where his shirt was too large.

"I just put the roast in. It'll have to bake for a while but I think it'll be good," you told him, leaning your head back to his shoulder.

You felt a grin come onto his face, "I wasn't talking about dinner, doll."

You flushed, wiping your hands on a towel before turning to face your boyfriend.

Your hands rested on his chest as you peered up at him through your lashes.

His eyes were dark as they roamed your body, dipping down between you to gaze at your bare legs.

"You look good in my shirt, baby." he told you, hands crumpling the fabric as they slid to rest on your hips

"Well, maybe if you're good, I can be dessert," you said in a soft, teasing voice, leaning up on your toes to press your lips to his.

The kiss started out innocently enough, just a press of your lips together, but when Bucky's tongue came into play you couldn't help but grant him entrance.

He tasted of mint and whiskey and you figured he'd probably had a drink at the meeting. He was intoxicating and you couldn't help but press your body flush to his as you slid your arms up to wrap around his neck.

A soft groan was released against your lips as he felt that you weren't wearing a bra beneath the shirt, your hardened nipples pressing into his chest.

Bucky pulled back to trail kisses down to your neck, sucking a mark before asking, "What are the chances of having my dessert first?"

You laughed, head leaning back as he continued to suck at all the spots of your neck where he knew you were most sensitive.

Your laugh turned into a whimper though when Bucky bit down at the edge of your collarbone.

His hands on your hips tightened their hold so he could pull you over to the large sectional couch.

He pushed you down to lay against the soft cushions, his breathing heavy as he observed your pliant body.

The shirt had ridden up just above your bellybutton exposing your panties and shapely hips.

You gave him a dirty grin as you let your legs spread, showing a damp spot on the red fabric.

"Eat up then, Buck." you said coyly, and he wasted no time.

He dove between your thighs, pulling them to rest on his shoulders as he turned his head and placed a kiss to the inside of your right leg.

"Do you know why I enjoy eating you out so much, baby?" he asked, blue eyes gazing up at you.

"W-Why-OH," you cut yourself off as he bit your thigh. You leaned up on your arms to watch him work, slowly making his way up, up, up to where you needed him.

"Because, you taste so fucking sweet. Better than any dessert I've ever tasted before," he told you, before finally pressing a kiss to your clothed cunt.

You couldn't help the thrill that ran through you at the admission, your cheeks flushing as you watched him bring his hands to the waistband of your panties.

He pulled them off and threw them over his shoulder, not worried in the least about where they landed.

His only concern was the pretty, wet pussy in front of him and the whimpers that left you as he leaned in, his tongue pressing to your slit and running it's way up.

Your fingers came to tangle in his hair and you held him close as he worked you.

"Bucky, god you feel so good, baby," you told him, brows scrunched.

He moaned as you pulled at his locks, and you could feel his hips grinding into the couch.

You knew his cock was probably hard in his jeans, tip red as the vein that ran up the side throbbed.

You loved his cock, loved it in your mouth, your hands, your pussy.

You couldn't help but squirm, your hips shifting as he feasted on you.

But then, he let go, giving your hips free will when all you wanted was to be held down.

You whined, but not in a good way. Your hands grabbed his where they now rested on either side of your hips, bringing them back to your naked flesh.

"Hold me down," you begged him, but could feel him hesitate, pulling away.

You sighed as he backed up, sitting up and glancing at him. His lips were red and spit shiny and his chin was damp with your arousal.

"Doll, I can't," he said and you nodded, just wanting to move on.

"It's fine, Buck. Don't worry about it," you said softly, beginning to stand so you could wash up and check on dinner.

You didn't get the chance to pass him as he caught your wrist gently but firmly.

"Can we talk about it?" he asked and you waited a moment before nodding, sitting down on what your deemed to be your corner of the couch when you first got it, it being your place of comfort.

You brought your knees up, resting your chin on them as you can waited for him to speak.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby. Please?" he asked, tucking a stray wisp of hair that had escaped your bun back behind your ear.

You felt yourself flush again for another reason, tears of embarrassment welling within your eyes.

Bucky's eyes widened and before you knew it, you were pulled into his lap.

"Okay, I need you to tell me, doll. I can't fix it if you don't tell me," he said, hand rubbing against your back to comfort you.

You wiped your eyes before meeting his.

"I-I feel so stupid for being upset but it's been m-months since we got together and it's like you still w-walk on eggshells around me," you rambled, trying to stay composed, "I just feel like you're c-constantly scared to touch me properly and so our sex life isn't satisfying e-enough for you. So I-I had a whole plan that I-I would make your favorite dinner and dress in your c-clothes and try and make it better."

Bucky was shocked, you could tell by his facial expression. His wide eyes and slack jaw would've honestly been a bit funny if the situation wasn't so serious.

"Baby, no," Bucky said softly, pulling you into his warm chest, and that's when you couldn't help but let a few small sobs out.

He kissed your head, and the next words that left him shocked you even more.

"I hesitate because I love you, doll. I love you and I'm worried of hurting you. What if I grabbed you too hard? Or pushed you too roughly? I would never forgive myself."

You froze at his confession. Not over his fear of harming you, as you knew about that, but at his declaration of love.

"You love me?" you asked, pulling back long enough to meet his eyes.

He smiled softly, his hands coming up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"More than my own life," he said.

You couldn't hold yourself back as you leaned in to kiss him once more, lips melding with his.

You pulled back moments later, your hand coming up to brush his hair back out of his eyes.

"Bucky Barnes, I am so incredibly in love with you that it consumes me completely," you replied.

His pupils expanded a bit at that, and he stood, pulling you with him to the kitchen.

He grabbed a fish towel and pulled the roast from the oven, tossing it on top of the stove and turning the appliance off.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" you asked, wondering why he was ruining the dinner.

He turned to you, walking to you and gripped your jaw in his flesh hand.

"Not letting the kitchen catch on fire while I fuck you the way you deserve," he said, voice deep in a way you hadn't heard before, "Go to the bedroom. Take this shirt off. Sit on the edge of the bed."

You gulped, eyes wide.

"W-What?"

His hand released your jaw only to tangle in the bun your hair was in, pulling your head back so your eyes couldn't leave his.

"Did I stutter? Get your ass to the bedroom."

You were gone as if someone had lit a match under your ass, heading to the bedroom as Bucky calmly followed behind.

He leaned against the doorway of your shared bedroom as you stopped at the end of the bed and turned to him.

He raised an eyebrow as he waited for you to follow instruction.

Your hands shakily came down to the hem of your (his) shirt, and you pulled it over your head, quickly tossing it aside.

You were fully bare now, your panties still somewhere in the living room.

"Do what I said and sit," Bucky reminded you and you obeyed immediately, your thighs pressing together as you did so.

He slowly made his way to you, lifting his own shirt over his head and tossing it away as he did so.

"Undo my jeans and take my cock out," he said.

You were on it, doing as told. You tugged his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs and he removed them, kicking them aside.

His vibranium hand came to grab your bun once more, tilting your head back just a bit while his flesh hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly.

"You're gonna suck my cock. And maybe if you're good you'll get rewarded."

"Buc-" you cut off with a gasp as he slapped his dick against your cheek.

"You wanted this, you've got it." he said. "If you need to stop, pinch my leg. Otherwise, get to it, doll."

You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, cheeks hollowing around his as you sunk down.

Your eyes remained on his as you went, noticing Bucky's chest rising with pants, obviously affected by the sight of you taking him in.

You hummed at the taste, letting his fist in your hair guide you.

The room was silent save for the sounds of the air conditioner and the slurping of your saliva on Bucky's thick cock.

"That's it, doll. Being so good for me," he huffed, abdominal muscles clenching at the feeling of you pleasuring him.

Your eyes closed as you savored him, moaning around him as you felt the arousal pooling in your pussy once more.

Before long, you could tell Bucky was becoming overwhelmed with the feelings you were giving him, and he pulled you back just before he came, the salty tang of his pre-cum still on your tongue.

"Was that okay?" you asked softly, voice a bit hoarse.

He cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"More than okay, baby. You're such a good girl for me. I almost came down that pretty throat," he said.

His thumb slipped into your mouth and you took a moment to close your lips around it, sucking gently.

He pulled away a momemt later, leaning down to kiss you quickly.

"Middle of the bed, hands and knees." he commanded.

You scrambled to obey, back facing him as you positioned yourself as ordered.

You felt your boyfriend kneel onto the bed behind you and you flinched as you felt his flesh hand start between your shoulder blades and trace a line down the column of your spine to the slope of your ass that faced him.

You yelped when he landed a firm smack to one of your asscheeks.

"That's for thinking that I don't absolutely worship the ground you walk on. As if I could ever be disappointed by you," he said.

He leaned down, body coming to cover you, chest to back as he positioned his hard cock at your weeping entrance.

He kissed you shoulder and whispered, "I love you."

Then he slammed deep within you.

"Ah!" you cried, catching yourself as the force of his thrust jolted you forward.

He wasted no time in setting a rough pace, his hips smacking against your ass.

He leaned back onto his knees after he whispered to you, wanting to watch as he wrecked you.

The flesh of your ass jiggled with each thrust.

"That's it, baby. That's good," he growled, barely heard above your cries of pleasure.

He held your hips, controlling your movements as he pushed and pulled you on his cock, using you for himself as well as your pleasure.

"Bucky, you feel so good. Please," you whined, fingers clenched into the sheets until your knuckles were white.

Your breasts were bouncing with your movement and you couldn't help the yelps and cries you made as he fucked you senseless.

"Your pussy is so tight around me. I can feel her clamping down. Close already?" he teased.

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you off your hands until only your knees supported you, your back to his chest once more.

"Don't you dare come until I say so. This pussy is mine, your orgasm is mine," he said, thrusts speeding up.

He changed the angle of his hips slightly and soon he was pummeling the soft spot inside you, your cries now more of one constant wail.

His free hand came to grab one of your breasts, kneading at it before rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching before sliding up, wrapping around your throat.

Your hands came to grasp at his forearm. He wasn't choking you, just holding onto you and you needed to hold him.

"Please, Bucky. I need to come, please," you sobbed, hips struggling to keep up, but you'd be damned if you didn't try.

"Yeah? You need it?" he teased, his vibranium hand now moving down to where your clit was throbbing.

He brought his thumb to flick at it, causing you to jolt.

"Yes! Yes, p-please. I-I need it so bad,"

you begged, trembling with the force of holding back.

"Then come," he growled, and pinched your clit.

You were done for, your wail hoarse as your orgasm slammed into you. You couldn't help the clenching of your pussy around him, and you savored his sounds.

"That's a good girl. Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. She doesn't wanna let me go," he huffed.

You let out a breath when you were done, collapsing against him.

He continued to move, to chase his own orgasm. You were oversensitive and exhausted but you craved feeling him let go.

"Come in me, Bucky, please. I wanna feel it. I want you to fill me up," you said, voice slurring.

At that, he let out his own shout of pleasure, his hips stuttering as you felt his warmth unleash within you.

He continued to thrust, hips slowing down until he was finally done.

You collapsed onto the bed and he followed not long after.

It took a few minutes for you both to catch your breath, your gazes locked onto each other.

You held up a hand in a high five and Bucky snorted, palm smacking against yours before tangling your fingers.

"I love you, you dork," he said, and you giggled, leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you too," you said, and silence fell over you two for a moment longer before you spoke.

"Wanna order pizza?"

"You read my mind, baby."

[n0prom1ses]

"it's too late for not hurting me, isn't it." a bitter laugh escaping her lips. there was not much more to say or do. it was all done and lydia couldn't do anything about it. not to mention, she knew that hoodie anywhere. and the buzzing not doing any much favors for the situation, "for christ sakes, just answer him! i'm done, emma. you fucking win! you got me to confess and you get the guy. i just-" angry tears threatening to spill, she quickly wiped them away and shook her head, "now just leave me alone before i scream and somebody gets hurt."

–  ❝  𝗟𝗬𝗗𝗜𝗔  ,  𝗢𝗙  𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘  𝗜𝗧  means  something  to  me  !  i  fucked  up  ,  okay  ?  and  i  don't  know  what  to  do  .  i  don't  want  to  keep  hurting  you  ,  but  i  don't  -  .  .  .  i  can't  pretend  there's  not  something  there  .  ❞  her  head  once  again  falls  into  shaking  hands  ,  self  hatred  flowing  through  her  veins  for  the  mess  she's  gotten  herself  into  .  all  of  the  supernatural  ,  life  or  death  situations  that  emma  has  been  dropped  into  the  center  of  ,  and  this  is  by  far  the  most  horrifying  encounter  she's  ever  had  .

each  buzz  of  her  phone  elicits  a  wince  ,  opting  to  tuck  it  away  in  the  pocket  of  her  hoodie  ;  the  one  she'd  stolen  from  stiles  ,  to  wear  as  proof  of  their  rendezvous  .  at  the  moment  ,  all  that  the  wolf  wants  to  do  is  burn  it  -  and  maybe  jump  into  the  flames  herself  .  ❝  i'm  sorry  ,  ❞  she  whispers  meekly  ,  swollen  eyelids  impairing  the  view  of  her  livid  sister  .  ❝  i'm  just  -  .  .  .  i'm  just  so  sorry  .  ❞

[neerons]

Some of Silvio Ricci’s best quotes

"A heart? I'm a merchant, why would I need one?"

"Looks like there IS another thing that’s just as certain as death and taxes, and that’s people gettin’ stupid at a party." (—Silvio talking about most of the princes)

"…It was a slip of the tongue, okay? ‘Cause your sassy ass was actually cute for once!"

"Do ya know what we call guys like that? We call 'em perverts and stalkers and creepy assholes." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"(…) you’re usually sassy as hell, but all of a sudden you actually looked kinda cute and charming."

"Okay, look… …It was a joke. Just a joke, okay? And I took it too far."

"…I can’t protect you. I haven’t got the strength to protect you from those assholes. Get it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I mean… ain’t it obvious that I’m always thinkin’ about you, too? You take up so much damn room in my head I can barely cram the other stuff in!"

"Yep. Lucky you, huh? I ain’t interested in marrying any other woman, so I’m gonna give you the throne, too."

"…I don’t want ya to see me looking pathetic."

"As if the spies ain’t bad enough. You’ve got a lot of shitty hobbies." (—Silvio to Gilbert)

"A wicked woman, huh? You’re way too charming and cute for that, damn you."

"If people love you, it makes ‘em more likely to listen to what you have to say, even if the deal brings ‘em to a disadvantage. But I ain’t got that. I’ve never been any good at flattering people. I’m not like Valerio. No one’s ever been weird enough to wanna help me no matter what the cost to them. …The truth is, I always knew there were things that can’t be bought with money. (…) When I was young, I never had anyone. My brothers both knew how to be friendly and cute, so people’d dote on ‘em. But I could never manage it.

"If you don’t get plenty of water into you, you’re never gonna get better. Oh, and someone gave me some fruit. If ya think you can eat it, I guess I can peel it for—" (—Silvio taking care of a sick Emma)

"...They're touching." (—Silvio telling Emma he can feel her breasts against his arm)

"(…) go back to sleep! Rest until sundown! And don’t forget to keep your blanket on!" (—Silvio to a sick Emma)

"I’m pretty fond of that sexy voice of yours, you know. So stop trying to stifle it."

"Eat. (...) I'll shove it into your mouth. (...) You plannin' to starve to death, then?" (—Silvio to Rio)

"You really do have way too much goddamn charm."

"Hey, you look a lot bigger than I remember. You been working out? (…) Good for you. But make one move on my woman and I’ll throw you to the sharks, you hear me?" (—Silvio to Dario)

"(…) I didn’t want it gettin’ scratched up and stuff. I take it with me on some trips as a good luck charm, but other than that, I keep it here all the time. …Ugh, look what ya made me ‘fess up to." (—Silvio talking about a bracelet Emma gave him)

"If it was me, I'd slam my fist straight into your smarmy face. You massacred their people. Why should they let an asshole like you anywhere near the damn service?" (—Silvio talking about the Rhodolitians to Gilbert)

"(…) because it wasn’t just my achievement, I gave my brother an earring made from the gold that was mined there." (—Silvio talking about Valerio)

"Dammit, I know it’d be quicker to just ask her, but I want this to be a surprise." (—Silvio’s thoughts about which fabric to use to make a new dress for Emma)

"Emma has real beautiful skin, y’know. Blue looks amazin’ on her. And she loves the ocean. I’m sure she’ll like the wave pattern on the fabric here. But also… More than anything, she’s real sweet and gentle. And this fabric’ll bring that out perfectly. She gets embarrassed easy, see, and always turns bright red. It’s… Honestly, it’s real cute. I think this shade of red would made her look even cuter when she blushes. And look here. See how it glitters when the light hits it just right? If she wears this, then when we dance—huh?" (—Silvio talking about Emma to rabbit Emma)

"It ain't your style to be visiting me at this hour. Did you fail to find yourself a woman?" (—Silvio to Nokto)

"You’re beautiful, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you have a good personality when ya ain’t bein’ a cheeky brat."

"I don’t even wanna think about the guy I used to be before I met you. That’s how much I’m head over heels." (—Silvio’s thoughts)

"No matter how long I travel the seas, I’m never gonna find anything more beautiful than you."

"Ahh dammit, I love you, I love you!" (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Just let me give you one kiss! (...) No, I want it now!"

"Are we talkin' about the same guy? The guy with an eye-patch that looks like he rules hell, but in a happy way?" (—Silvio talking about Gilbert)

"I can't believe that I feel this great when my body is sick. No one had ever taken care of me like this before." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"Aaaaargh! Damn you! When ya say crap like that, I just wanna hold you so bad!"

"Maybe I have been too overprotective. She'll be fine on her own. She doesn't need me to shield her every step of the way. (...) I didn't stop to consider how she would feel and just did whatever I wanted. I need to fix this bad habit of mine." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You could never love anyone, even though everyone loved you. That's just who you were. ...You were always so damn unfair." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"How long is she going to keep blue-balling me for?!" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"The more I have you around, half of me wants to pamper you, and half of me wants to tease you to tears."

"Wrong. She just paid for her own crimes. How is that Valerio's fault?" (—Silvio talking about his mother to Emidio)

"...Ah, there's the cheeky bastard I know. Much better." (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Everybody loves you, they always have! But no one's ever loved me. Not even once. So how the hell am I supposed to know what to do about it?" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"I ain't ever said I didn't want you there! (...) It was tough on me because I DID like you bein' there! 'Cuz it actually felt pretty good bein' with you..."

"Ever since the night I'd seen beneath my mother's mask, I'd started asking myself what I could do to protect Valerio and his mother. But the weapon I was after wasn't a sword—it was money, money I could use to buy people to wield that sword. (...) I'd put that money to good use, and I'd bought plenty of people in the royal court. I'd used fake names so neither the king nor my mother would realize it was me, and I'd hired bodyguards to secretly watch over Valerio and his mother. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for all the bullying I'd done, but I found plenty of ways to protect him." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Damn. That was close. I'd almost blurted out something ridiculous about her being more beautiful than the ocean, but I managed to swallow the words at the last second." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"Stop doin' that! Not in front of everyone! (...) You're gonna make me grin like a stupid idiot in front of all these people!" (—Silvio reacting to Emma holding him)

"The dress she wore today was supposed to be simple and understated, but on her it was anything but. With it, Emma looked as bright and beautiful as a rose in full bloom. I could have watched her forever." (—Silvio's thoughts about Emma)

"You're beautiful, you know that?" (—Silvio's thoughts)

"You never gave a damn about me growing up. All your attention was always on the mutt. Don't pretend to be a father to me now." (—Silvio's thoughts about his father)

"I love ya too, okay?! A whole damn lot! With all my heart!"

"Talk shit, get hit, ya little twerp!" (—Silvio to Valerio)

"Even when he was a kid, Valerio's always been fascinated by my seafaring stories. It was pretty much the only thing he was interested in talkin' to me about. His eyes would sparkle every time I told him about one of my journeys, so I figured I could at least bring him along for one that was less dangerous." (—Silvio's thoughts)

"I want him to be free and happy like that more. All his smiles are all weird and fake now. It creeps me out." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"Havin' matching ones means we can show that we went on that journey together. And every time I look at my own earrin', I know that the joy I saw from ya that day was real." (—Silvio's thoughts about his and Valerio's matching earrings)

"Ugh, I hate you. I really do. It ain't gonna change the fact that you're my little brother, though. No matter how many times ya get on my nerves, I still gotta step up as your big brother." (—Silvio's thoughts about Valerio)

"For all the shit I say... I have to admit, I don't exactly hate spendin' time with Valerio at all." (—Silvio's thoughts)

[pixeltwix]

-Remembering Us-

Old people, am I right? Long story short I seriously planned on finishing this (I had plans for about four more panels, but I never found the motivation, so I figured I’d just post it as it is :)

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Anywho, bOOm, my old lady design for Emma-May!! Not really crazy, but the small things mattered a lot to me with it. Like how she dyed her hair brown once it started going grey, she lets her bangs grow out to match with Tate, and esp how despite taking back her maiden name after the divorce and pretending like she was so over everything as the years went on she wears Fidds old specs and keeps her flower motif that they all had when Tate was little. In truth she almost didn’t come to Gravity Falls when Tate asked her, but she loves her son and she’s always gonna support him, so if he says things have been improving and he wants her there then by god she’s gonna book the first flight to get there.

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They’re a messy family and while I know it isn’t very realistic to think everyone would be so open to healing, there’s already so much angst, and dammit the McGuckets deserve a break ;-; My ver of Emma-May is quite head strong too, so frankly once she sees herself that he’s improving and a big key to remembering is photos etc?? she’s making it her new goal to put all her heart into in helping him remember and esp reconnect. In short these old mfs are grateful to get their second chance :)

[joicecubes]

HEY!!!!! HEY YOU!! (sits you down to listen to me yap about my queer headcanons for gravity falls characters)

mabel - okay lets get her out of the way. this girl is queer as fuck. she may not realize it yet, but in her teenage years i know she’s experimented with every single label and microlabel in existence. she’d try out hundreds of neopronouns. she realizes her obsession with boys as a kid was a result of comphet. i don’t have a specific label for her because i think in the end she’d discover she can’t make herself identify with any one label. because she’s just mabel! unlabeled and proud.

dipper - do i even have to say it… he’s trans. i think every queer person in this fandom headcanons him to be trans. moving on

stanley - he’s kinda unlabeled too, but for a reason opposite to mabel’s. ladies, gentlemen, doesn’t matter to him! i think its fair to assume he grew up believing that being gay was wrong, it was the 60s and 70s and his dad’s a piece of shit, but as he traveled the country and met so many different people and then witnessed the times changing around him… he’d just. grow into his attraction for men. like, yeah i like men? so what? he doesn’t care for labels. “bisexual, mabel? pansexual? quit making up words!”

(more starting with stanford under the cut this is gonna be sorta long)

stanford - hehehheee okay this is my favorite. i’ve thought about his sexuality a lot. he’s definitely gay to me, and i don’t have much reasoning for that other than like… my heart is telling me that’s the right answer. but he’s also definitely on the aroace spectrum. i personally think he’s demi or grayromantic, he feels romantic attraction VERY rarely and its part of the reason why he felt so helpless in the dating department as a teenager, and also why as an adult later on he tells fiddleford he doesn’t understand romance. he’s hardly ever experienced it! and he wouldn’t really KNOW he identifies with those labels until he’s back in his dimension and mabel is in her obsessed-with-queer-microlabels phase. he hears mabel say “demiromantic” and, being the nerd he is, immediately wants to know what this new word means and why he’s never heard of it before. so mabel rolls a big-ass whiteboard in and starts Mabel’s Guide to the Aromantic Spectrum! ford learns something about himself that day.

fiddleford - HE’S GAY. he’s gay. he’s so gay. i know he canonically has a wife but he literally leaves emma may to work on this mysterious project with his best and only MALE friend from college like… BE so fr. he made ford TWO christmas gifts and forgot to get anything for his wife!! i imagine his marriage to emma may was more of a way for him to deny his sexuality and live what he believes to be a “normal” life. and that obviously doesnt excuse the neglect to his family (because what the fuck fiddleford) but its how i personally make sense of his behavior.

bill cipher - bill transcends human comprehension of gender and sexuality. bill is just bill. but in human terms he’s a lover of all genders. as long as he can manipulate them, they’re fair game! (sorry ford)

wendy - okayyy yesss i know i used the comphet excuse once with mabel but i’m using it again god dammit. with the way wendy talks about her past boyfriends and how we see her be so vaguely invested in her relationship with robbie, it makes me think she’s either a lesbian or somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. she’s just not super interested! but she gives guys chances because why the hell not and is never super into any of it, eventually they break up, and she moves on with her life. i imagine sometime after high school is when she reflects on that and thinks… huh. was i ever attracted to men at all?

soos - saving the most anticlimactic for last… soos is straight to me. but he’s an ENTHUSIASTIC ally :)

thanks for reading i really like overthinking the theoretical queer identities of my favorite characters have a nice day (and let me know if you’re headcanons differ i would love to hear what people think!!)

edit: i’ve seen some people disagree with me on the comphet part for mabel, in hindsight my wording was way more definitive than i was meaning. check the replies for more on her :)

[tedmustache]

The Heart of The Game | Chapter Two

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Chapter One

Summary: When Emma Welton, the slightly reserved assistant coach of AFC Richmond, crosses paths with Ted Lasso, the relentlessly optimistic new head coach, she expects chaos, not chemistry. Ted’s sunny disposition and unorthodox methods clash with her guarded but funny nature, but as they work together to turn the struggling team around, an unexpected connection begins to form. Amid the pressures of the Premier League, media scrutiny, and her sister Rebecca’s hidden agenda, Emma finds herself drawn to Ted’s warmth and sincerity. But can their growing bond survive the challenges ahead, or will the weight of their responsibilities keep them apart? A slow burn romance unfolds in this heartfelt story of love, trust, healing and second chances.

Note: This is my first fanfic. Please feel free to leave comments or any feedback. I'd love to hear your thoughts! Also, my requests are open

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As Emma slipped away from the door, she couldn’t shake the image of Ted’s face during the press conference. His initial panic, his quick recovery, and the way Rebecca had stepped in to defend him. She wasn’t sure what to make of it all, but one thing was clear: Ted Lasso was unlike anyone she’d ever met.

She made her way to the pitch, where the players were already warming up for training. The familiar sounds of cleats on grass and the occasional shout from Roy Kent filled the air. Emma took a deep breath, letting the routine of it all ground her. This was her domain, the place where she felt most in control.

As she approached the sidelines, she noticed Nathan setting up cups on the table, preparing to pour some Gatorade. He looked up and gave her a hesitant smile.

“Everything alright, Emma?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Just peachy,” she replied. “How’s it going out here?”

Nathan shrugged, glancing toward the players. “Same as always. Roy’s barking orders, Jamie’s showing off, and the rest are just trying to keep up.”

Emma nodded, her eyes scanning the field. She spotted Ted and Beard arriving, deep in conversation. Ted was gesturing animatedly, his enthusiasm palpable even from a distance.

“What do you think of him?” Nathan asked, following her gaze.

Emma hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “He’s… different. But different isn’t always bad.”

Nathan nodded, returning to pouring Gatorade into the cups.

Ted finally noticed them and waved in their direction. Emma waved back and quickly resumed her notes for training. Meanwhile, Nathan offered Gatorade to the two new coaches.

Suddenly, they heard Roy shouting, “Jesus, Mary, and cocksucking Joseph! Isaac, you have to know who you’re marking, dammit!” He turned to another player. “And Colin, if he gives you that much space, make a run!”

Isaac and Hector turned to Emma, silently asking for her opinion. “He’s right, boys,” she said, stepping onto the field with her notebook. “Isaac, if you try marking everyone, you won’t mark anyone. And Colin, exploit your run.” She glanced at Roy, who gave her a nod of agreement. “And Roy, if you swear again during training, I’ll tell Phoebe.”

Roy grunted but didn’t say anything, while Emma smirked, amused.

Ted observed the interaction with a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Boy howdy, I sure do love a good ol’ fashioned bit of teamwork,” he said as Emma returned to the sidelines.

Emma raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Is that what you call it? Because I call it barely contained chaos.”

Ted chuckled. “Ah, but chaos has its charm, doesn't it? Sometimes, it’s the messy bits that bring out the best in people.”

“If you say so,” she replied, turning to the players. “Isaac, Colin, let’s run that again.”

As the drill restarted, Emma felt a presence beside her. Beard, silent as ever, handed her a clipboard with some notes scribbled in his nearly unreadable handwriting. She squinted at it before glancing up at him.

“What exactly am I looking at here?” she asked.

Beard simply tapped the paper with his pen and walked away, leaving her to decipher his cryptic feedback.

Ted, still watching the players, leaned in slightly. “Beard’s notes are like poetry. Confusing, sometimes a little terrifying, but if you stare at ‘em long enough, you just might find some wisdom.”

Emma hummed, unconvinced, but kept trying to read them anyway. The more time she spent with this coaching staff, the more she realized that nothing about them was conventional and, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing.

[...]

After training, Emma returned to her office, surprised to find Ted and Beard already there on her doorstep. Ted was flipping through the book she’d left for them, a look of genuine interest on his face. Beard was scribbling notes in a worn-out notebook, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose.

“Well, well,” Ted said, looking up as she entered. “If it isn’t the mysterious benefactor who left us this fine piece of literature.” He held up the book, the sticky note still attached. “Thank you kindly, Coach Welton. This is just what the doctor ordered.”

Emma crossed her arms and smiled. “I figured you might need a crash course in the club’s history. Can’t have our new coach embarrassing himself by not knowing who Freddie Mercury is.”

Ted chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, I know Freddie Mercury. ‘We Are the Champions,’ right? Seems fitting for a football club.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. “Close enough. But there’s more to it than that. You might want to read the chapter about the 1970s.”

Ted nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. “I will. And I appreciate it. Really.”

Emma studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being sincere or just charming. With Ted, it was hard to tell. But there was something about the way he looked at her, like she was someone worth listening to. That made her want to believe him.

“Don’t mention it,” she said finally. “Oh, the guys are coming back to the locker room any minute. Maybe you’d like to introduce yourselves?”

Ted’s face lit up. “Now that’s a fine idea. Beard, are you ready to meet the team?”

Beard gave a silent nod, tucking his notebook under his arm. Ted turned back to Emma, his grin widening. “Care to join us, Coach Welton? Moral support and all that.”

Emma hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure. Someone’s got to make sure Roy doesn’t kill you, or worse, make you regret stepping foot in the locker room.”

Ted laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Fair point. Though, between you and me, I’ve survived worse. Once, I had a raccoon break into my garage back in Kansas and eat an entire bag of marshmallows. Took me three days to clean up the mess. If I could handle that, I figure I can handle a tough cookie like Roy Kent.”

“Don’t let him hear you calling him a tough cookie , and you might have a chance,” Emma said, laughing a little.

[...]

As they walked toward the locker room, Emma couldn’t help but notice how Ted’s presence seemed to fill the hallway. He chatted animatedly about the training session, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted his favorite moments. Beard followed silently, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.

When they reached the locker room, it was still empty.

“Can’t help it, Coach. I do love a locker room,” Ted said, taking a deep inhale. “Smells like potential. And am I getting notes of Axe body spray?”

“Spot on, Coach. Though it may be called something else here,” Beard said, glancing at the lockers.

“Lynx,” Emma corrected. “Smells terrible, by the way.”

The sound of approaching voices made Ted and Beard step back. They watched as the players entered, tossing their sweaty gear into the hampers, except for Jamie and his buddies, who threw their clothes at Nathan, laughing as he brushed it off. 

The players’ laughter and chatter gradually faded into murmurs as they noticed Ted, Beard, and especially Emma, who shot a pointed look at Isaac and Colin for the way they treated Nathan.

Ted gave a friendly nod. “Hey there,” he greeted as the players walked past. Eventually, Roy lumbered in. Ted nodded again, but Roy simply stared back, expressionless.

“Yeesh. Last time I saw eyes that lifeless, they were goin’ head to head with Roy Scheider,” Ted muttered to Beard and Emma, who both looked confused.

“Jaws?” Beard guessed.

“No. But that works, too,” Ted replied.

“What are you guys talking about?” Emma asked confused

“All That Jazz.” Ted clapped his hands. “Okay, I’m gonna say somethin’.”

Emma stepped aside, letting Ted take the lead. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“Hey there, fellas. Please, don’t stop what you’re doin’. I know y’all wanna get outta here. My name’s Ted Lasso, this here’s Coach Beard. We just wanna say howdy, let y’all know how excited we are to be here, and that tomorrow we’re gonna hit the ground run—”

He was interrupted by a voice from the entrance.

“Knock, knock.”

They turned to see Keeley standing in the doorway, her hands over her eyes. “Is everyone decent?” Then, she peeked and let her hands drop. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

A few chuckles rippled through the locker room. Keeley noticed the coaches and immediately straightened. “Oh, sorry! Am I interrupting?”

“No, no, that’s okay. Can I help ya?” Ted asked, while Emma watched the scene with amusement.

“I’m here to pick up that one,” Keeley said, pointing at Jamie.

“Sorry, Coach, but she made me an appointment. I’m getting waxed. It’s more for the fans than for me. You know, when I score, the shirt’s gotta come off.”

Noticing Emma’s unimpressed expression, Jamie quickly added, “But I could stay.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” Ted assured him. Jamie nodded and left with Keeley.

“Anywho... I’m lookin’ forward to gettin’ to know each of ya better, and we should be in for a heckuva ride. Thanks for your time.”

As Roy and the others headed to the showers, Emma commented, “Tough crowd.”

Ted chuckled.

“Well, I’ll let you two settle into your new office, but you know where to find me if you need anything.”

“You really won’t be staying with us?” Ted asked.

Emma sighed, shaking her head. “My office is quiet. It’s organized.” It’s safe, she wanted to say.

During the previous administration, she had tried working in the same room as George, the former coach, thinking it would foster some kind of team unity. Instead, all she got were inappropriate jokes and zero respect. He used to say that “women knew nothing about football” and that she was only in her position because of her sister. Needless to say, she hated every moment in that office.

“Well, I hope you change your mind. Our office is your office anytime,” Ted said, and Beard nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, but thank you,” she replied with a small smile before leaving them to settle in.

[...]

As the sun began to set, Emma found herself lingering outside the stadium, her thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions. The day had been a whirlwind, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Ted Lasso was a wildcard, and wildcards had a way of disrupting even the best-laid plans.

But as she watched the players head home, their laughter echoing in the evening air, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe Ted’s arrival wasn’t the disaster she’d been expecting. Maybe it was exactly what this club (and she) needed.

Ted and Beard exited the building, rolling their luggage behind them, with Nathan trailing closely. Ted spotted Emma and waved, his grin as bright as the setting sun.

“Hey there, Emma! You stickin’ around to make sure we don’t get lost on our way out?” he called, his voice carrying across the empty parking lot.

Emma crossed her arms, a small smile tugging at her lips as she waited for Rebecca. “Someone’s got to keep an eye on you two. Wouldn’t want you accidentally convincing Big Ben to chime ‘Yankee Doodle’ instead of the hour.”

Ted chuckled, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Now, Coach, I’ll have you know I’m a perfect gentleman. Beard, on the other hand…” He trailed off, glancing at his stoic assistant, who simply raised an eyebrow.

Emma shook her head, her smile widening. “Goodnight, Ted. Try not to get into too much trouble,” she said just as Rebecca approached, deep in conversation with Higgins.

“No promises!” Ted called back as he and Beard struggled to squeeze into Nathan’s tiny car. “But hey, if we do, you’ll be the first to know!”

“Ted! Already burning the midnight oil, I see,” Rebecca said, interrupting the conversation.

“Well, as the man once said: the harder you work, the luckier you get,” he replied with a smile.

“My apologies, Ted,” she said, then gestured toward Higgins. “We should’ve ordered him a car.”

“No, that’s okay. Nate’s gonna drop us off at the Tube, get a little more local flavor. Night, y’all.”

Higgins made an awkward noise, attempting to stifle what sounded like acid reflux.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked at the same time Rebecca demanded, “What is wrong with you?”

“It’s just... everything I’ve eaten this afternoon feels like it’s stuck right here…” He started to explain but, catching Emma’s curious gaze, quickly decided against it. She didn’t know about Rebecca’s plan, and if he let anything slip, Rebecca would probably kill him.

Suddenly, a car horn blared. Ted mimicked honking an imaginary horn just as Nathan actually honked, clearly delighted to be included in the joke.

“This thing’s got an invisible steering wheel. Just kiddin’. It’s just my man Nate here hittin’ the horn!” Ted said. Emma was the only one who laughed, amused.

“You are a godsend, Ted Lasso” Rebecca declared.

Emma smirked. “He’s something else.”

Rebecca glanced at her, intrigued.

“I’m still trying to figure him out,” Emma admitted. “But in the end, I think you made an excellent choice, Sis.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m proud of you,” Emma continued. “Taking over the club. And I have no doubt you’ll do a better job than Rupert.”

Rebecca smiled, and for a fleeting moment, guilt tugged at her.

“Thank you, Emma. That means a lot coming from you.”

“You’re welcome. Just saying the truth,” Emma replied with a warm smile.

As Nathan’s car pulled away, Emma stood there for a moment, reflecting on the day. The faint sound of Ted’s laughter still lingered in the air and she found herself smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt something stir inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years.

Curiosity.

And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of excitement.