#sometimes it’s fine to be like other girls

[victoria-grimesss]

Hi ❤️🥰🫶🏻 I really love your writing style and enjoy all your content. Sorry if this is a bothersome question but your name and Norman profile picture made me curious…. Would you be willing to write some headcanons for Daryl? Hope you have a nice week 🙏🏻

Daryl Dixon Headcanons SFW & NSFW

masterlist ->Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader ->Warning: MDNI! fluff and some smut ->A/N: Thanks for the request, TWD was my first fandom so I’m always down to write for it, especially Daryl. :) I just did some general Fem!Reader ones since that's what I mainly write for but DO let me know if there's any other specific ones you'd like to see. I also hope you have a nice week! Sorry this took so long!

SFW:

He would show affection through acts of service, (getting you something you needed during a run, fixing something around the house that you mentioned was broken, or cleaning your gun if you were too busy to do it. He has a lot to think about throughout the day, but he keeps tabs on things you like or need, he’s always thinking about you.

Around Alexandria when you both were there you would both spend a-lot of time in silence together just being in each others presence. He would be working on his bike and you would be reading a book just being together.

In general, there becomes an almost rhythm to your relationship, you walk together, eat together, go on runs together, most of the time you both just enjoy simply being together. Having the privilege to be alive and be next to one other. Eventually people start assuming one doesn't go somewhere without the other, "Y/N and Daryl this, Y/N and Daryl that. It's cute.

Not a fan of PDA, he was never that kind of person but he likes it when you fix a piece of his hair that's out of line, or adjust his vest so it sits better on him. He likes to know you care, he does get butterflies when you call him handsome even though he doesn't show it. Aside from a little smile and a dip of his head, "You don't know what you're talkin' bout girl.

He always admires your strength, you've made it this far and he admires the skills you've picked up along the way. Someone is doing something wrong that you're a pro at? "You're doing that wrong ya know, let me get Y/N, she'll show you how to do it right."

He always had a crush on you, always was looking out for you. You caught his eyes lingering quite some times over the campfire before you were both together, he's look away quick but he knew you saw. What can he say, he loved seeing you blush.

Once you're together he's less reserved about his staring and you'll catch his eyes roaming your body more than a couple times.

Not a master in flirting whatsoever but when he held out his hand, arm all the way outstretched to give you a bundle of wildflowers you were a goner. "Got ya these, said you liked em' found some while I was out."

He's a light sleeper but he loves to lay on your chest and feel you run your fingers through his hair it knocks him out in five minutes minimum.

Will avoid the regular medics in town and just come right to you, you've stitched him up for this long and he likes it when you fix him up and scold him at the same time for not being more careful.

"D, honey this is going to need stiches.."

"I know, you can just do it, you do it the same way as the doctors anyway."

"Fine, just- only if you get some antibiotics. Can't have you dying on me from a fuckin infection."

"Yea whatever you want girl."

Knows you can handle yourself but he always has an eye out for you when you're out on runs or outside the walls.

Boosts his ego when you ask him to flex and you swoon.

You both never got properly married, you haven't gotten around to finding rings but when a new group entered the town you just said you were his wife for simplicities sake and because why not you've been together so long and everyone else thinks of you two married. Loves hearing people call you Y/N Dixon.

NFSW:

He's home late often, it's a normal occurrence but sometimes when he's gone for a good long while and you hear his boots finally trudging up the stairs you get a little giddy, butterflies filling your stomach and you grow warmer just thinking about having him back in bed.

This can go one of two ways; number one is you welcome him into bed slowly, it's raining and he's cold to the bone just wanting to warm up with you. The room is dark and only the moonlight illuminates his broad shoulders as his body leans over yours, hips rolling into you with a smooth and rhythmic motion. His arms caging you in so your whole field of vision and mind is filled with him. His head would dip to your ear, teeth biting at your neck. "Missed ya', thought about you a lot on the way back."

The second way is when he's frustrated, the run didn't go how he wanted, didn't find enough, he's pent up more than usual and you welcome his release of energy with open arms. He's got one hand on your hips and the other gripping the headboard, knuckles turned white from gripping it trying to maintain some kind of composure when he's driving himself deeper inside you, eyes dark as your nails bite at his chest. Damp hair hanging in his face and the room is filled with the noise of your heavy breathing and the wetness between the both of you. "You like that? Fuck, yea ya do."

He prefers being together in the privacy of your own home, where he can put his undivided attention all on you. But that doesn't mean you both don't get creative.. you've fucked in almost every room, you both agreed the attic was just too out there, insulation is the biggest mood killer.

He's always been a man for quick showers, get clean and get out. But one time you were both on a time crunch and you had a great idea to share the shower, save water right? He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, the way the soap and water kept gliding over your body had him hard in like 0.5 seconds so needless to say you were late, something about making out underneath the stream of water added something he couldn't get enough of. Bruises on the back of your thighs from him fucking you against the shower wall lingered for some time.

He loves seeing you get ready in the morning, he's got the perfect view from the bed into the bathroom to watch the whole process, sometimes if he's feeling extra needy he'll come into the bathroom and gently bend you over, bringing himself out of his sweatpants and watching your face through the mirror as he slides himself in.

More than once he's thought about you riding him on his bike, with you just wearing his vest. While it's stationary of course, he's not that reckless.

Definitely does not care if you're on your period, you really think a little blood will stop him if you both want each other? Hell no. He didn't understand why you thought it was an issue the first time it came up.

Not incredibly jealous but it creeps in on him sometimes, when a new guy shows you a little more attention than he liked he gets cold with you later that day. Not because he thinks you'll cheat on him or the guy might make a move but that he thinks he himself isn't good enough for you, which you just won't stand for so on a few separate occasions you'll set him down on the couch and get down on your knees and remind him how much you love him.

He's a man that respects his woman so he's more than happy to return the favor, hands held tight on your thighs that are wrapped around his head, his tongue darting around and his lips wrapping around you and pulling his favorite noises from you. "Look at you, fuck, gonna cum for me? Atta girl."

He's careful about where he finishes, he wants nothing more than to dive completely into you and let you take all of him but if you're both not ready for what may come from that he's fine with painting your stomach or more preferably your chest, he's a tits guys for sure.

Aftercare is quiet and calm with him, both of you cleaned up and your head on his chest, the window is open to cool you both down and so the smoke from his after sex cigarette can sneak out.

[chgridlock]

Fine. LN- pt 3.

Part. 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/chgridlock/749389774256848896/fine-ln-pt-2

Y/n and Lando were childhood best friends, an inseparable duo who knew each other’s secrets like the back of their hand. But then came F1. Lando transformed into a playboy prince, his name synonymous with champagne showers and a different model on every arm. Models just like y/n, except for her. Disgusted, she distanced herself, the warmth of their friendship replaced by a biting cold. Y/n, chasing her own dreams, blossomed into a sough-after model, gracing the covers of magazines right under Lando’s nose, well, at least that’s what she assumed. In taught, Lando followed her religiously on social media, a secret admirer hidden behind a facade of arrogante.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, ex best friends, Lando being a dick sometimes.

As Lando drove away, a whirlwind of emotions churned writhing him. Irritation, concern, guilt, anger - they all battled for dominance, leaving him feeling utterly conflicted. He stole a final glance at your retreating figure, a frown etched on his face. Then, with a sigh, he turned his attention back to the road and pulled away before you reached your home.

He drove off, a forced nonchalance masking the turmoil within. He pretended not to care, the image of your angry face a constant presence in his mind. Just like when you two were kids and he did something to annoy you, he smiled at that image. Then a nagging worry gnawed at him. Did you make it home safely? Did you catch a cold from the relentless rain? He couldn’t shake the concern, a stark contrast to the anger he desperately clung to.

Arriving at his apartment, he parked the car and the silence was deafening. The absence of your bickering, the lack of your sharp retorts, it created a void he hadn’t anticipated. Did he miss you? That can’t be, no. But he couldn’t help but wonder if you were safe and sound, tucked away in your own apartment.

Curiosity, a persistent itch he coulnd’t ignore, finally won over his stubbornness. He picked up his phone, your name pulling him in like a magnet. He hesitated for a moment, the screen glowing accusingly before him. Finally, with a deep breath, he typed out a message:

“Did you get home safely…?”

The message sent, a nervous anticipation settled in his stomach. He knew his words, laced with a grudging concern, wouldn’t erase the sting of his earlier actions, but they were a start, a hesitant bridge built over the chasm he himself had created. Now, all he could do was wait, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tap of his thumb against the phone screen, a silent drumbeat of his anxieties.

Your reply, when it finally arrived, was a sharp jab: “I thought you didn’t care?”

Annoyance flared, a predictable reaction to your accusatory tone. Yet, beneath it all, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction flickered. He knew you were safe, and that, for some reason, mattered more than he cared to admit.

He typed out a quickly reply, his fingers moving with uncharacteristic urgency.

“I don’t… but I just wanted to make sure that you got home safe. That’s all.”

He hit send, the simple message carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.

“That’s all,” he muttered to himself, the words barely audible in his head. All he wanted was to know you were okay, right? Nothing more than that, just a guy worrying about a girl he’d known for a long time, a friend. A friend who, in his head, he vehemently denied having any feelings for beyond platonic concern.

But the image of you, soaked to the bone and shivering in the rain, persisted in his mind. It was an image he couldn’t shake, a stark contrast to the annoyance he desperately clung to. A part of him, a traitorous part, yearned to pull you into his arms, to strip off your wet clothes and replace them with the warmth of his own body. To press his lips against your chilled skin, showering her entire body, that precious face, with kisses.

“What? No,” he shot back at the unwelcome thought, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. “Just worry, that’s it, I don’t even like her anymore.”

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue. He didn’t like you? The very thought was laughable. You enfuriated him, challenged him, drove him to the brink of madness with your stubbornness. But you also captivated him, your fiery spirit and sharp with a constant source of fascination.

He hated to admit it, but he cared. He cared deeply, and the thought of you being hurt, physically or emotionally, sent a tremor though him. He was a tangled mess of contradictions, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him.

And as he waited for your reply, the silence stretched on, thick with unspoken desires and the dawning realization that this tempestuous dance between you was far from over.

Meanwhile, you lay on your couch, your body achy and your head throbbing. The rain-soaked walk home had taken its toll, and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were coming down with something. A shiver ran down you spine as you sneezed into a tissue, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.

The weight of your earlier stubbornness settled in like a lead weight. Maybe Lando was right. Maybe I should have swallowed my pride and accepted his help from the beginning. Now, the cold was seeping into your bones, each cough a testament to your foolishness.

A wave of self-loathing washed over you. Why couldn’t admit I was wrong? I mean, he deserves it for being a jerk and change into a man you didn’t even recognize. The image of Lando flashed in your mind, his perfectly tousled curls plastered to his forehead, his strong arms that could have held you safe from the rain, his grey eyes that seemed to see right through you, when he took your hand…

The picture of him behind the wheel of the McLaren, sent a strange pang through you. What is wrong with me? Here I am, miserable and sick, and all i could think about is how good he looked, even when soaked to the bone.

Frustrating bubbled within you. This wasn’t the time to be getting flustered over Lando. You needed to focus on getting better, on kicking this cold that your stubbornness had undoubtedly brought on. But a part of you, a tiny, traitorous part, couldn’t help but linger on the thought of him, his concern, his vulnerability.

Maybe, just maybe, you would send him another message. Not to be difficult, but to see if he was still worried. With a sigh, you decided to answer Lando.

“I feel sick so congratulations your wish came true,” you typed, a hint of sarcasm clinging to your words.

You hit send, the message hanging in the air like a challenge. You waited for his responde, your heart pounding in your chest. Why? A mix of amusement and apprehension bubbled within you.

“Seriously…? Are you really sick or are you just messing with me?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his worry. Despite their earlier argument,you knew that maybe deep down he cared about your well-being. Just like when both of you were kids.

“Do you think I would mess around with that? God,” you replied, exasperation coloring your voice.

Lando’s next message was filled with questions, his worry morphing into panic.

“Can you at least tell me how sick you are? Is it just a cold? Are you coughing?”

Your heart warmed at his concern. You knew you were being difficult, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the attention.

“Are you concerned now? You wished me this,” you pointed out, a flicker of amusement battling with the discomfort in your chest.

Lando groaned, reading your message. He tried to suppress the frustrated noises bubbling up within him.

“Don’t keep reminding me of something that I regret saying…” His fingers flew across the screen, his concern battling with his stubborn pride.

“But for real, how sick are you? Im worried…” He sent the message, the vulnerability in his words a stark contrast to the earlier bravado. He waited for your reply, the silence stretching into an eternity.

As Lando’s phone buzzed with your reply, he eagerly read your message, his heart pounding with a mix of worry and anticipation. “I have a fever I think,” your message finally arrived.

He imagined you curled up on your couch, your body achy and your head throbbing. A pang of guilt shot through him. A sure of protectiveness washed over him, a desire to be there for you, to hold and comfort you.

“How high is your fever?” He typed, his fingers flying across the screen, his concern evident in his hurried words. He felt helpless. His frustration grew with each passing second, the silence stretching into an eternity for your reply.

Finally, your message arrived, a simple “I don’t know…” hanging into the air like a confession of helplessness. Lando’s frustration intensified, his patience wearing thin. “Did you even try to take your temperature?” He asked, his tone laced with a hint of irritation.

“No,” you replied, your single word a testament to her stubbornness or perhaps your lack of self-care. Lando’s frustration bubbled over, threatening to spill into anger. Why you were being so irresponsible?

Lando remembered the countless times throughout their teenage years when she’d stubbornly deny being sick, even when her face was flushed and her body radiating heat. He’d be the one nagging her at school, begging her to go home with him, only to be met with her usual stubborn resistance. “She really is still the same”

He recalled the times he’d ditch his own plans to rush over to their parents house when she was too sick to get out of bed. He was the one who bring you the soup that your mom and him made together for you, he would bring movies and make bad jokes, anything to make you feel better. He’d sit by your bedside, patiently listening to your complaints and watching you drift off to sleep, a small smile playing on his lips.

A pang of longing shot through him as he reminisced about those days. He missed the easy friendship, the unspoken understanding you both shared. He missed being the one you turned to when you were feeling under the weather, the one who knew how to take care of you. He wanted to be there for you, to be the one tucking you into bed, making you laugh, and chasing away the discomfort of your illness. Right now he wished you would just let him take care of you, he wanted to be the hero in your time of need, to show you how much he cared, even if she never admitted it.

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, but he couldn’t help but express his concern. “Do you have any meds?” He asked.

“I don’t think so, I’ll just take a bath,” you responded, your words a wave of exasperation through him.

“You’re just gonna take a bath right now…?“ he typed. He imagined himself there. Carefully helping her into the warm water, his hands brushing against your skin, sending shivers down his own spine. He could almost feel the steam rising, blurring the lines between concern and a simmering desire.

The though of caring for you in such an intimate way, sent a jolt through him. He forced himself to focus on the practicalities. “Fine. Don’t you need to take medicine for that fever…or eat something…?”

“I’ll sleep it’ll pass,” your message read.

“Oh yeah, just go ahead and sleep it off… without taking meds or anything…” he texted sarcastically.

He wanted to yell at you, to shake you until you understood the seriousness of the situation. Why couldn’t you just listen to him like before? “Please, y/n…” he muttered to himself.

He knew pushing you further wouldn’t help. Instead, he typed a more measured responde, “…just take a bath and then go to bed. Just…keep in touch, okay…?”

“Fine,” your reply arrived, a single word that did little to alleviate his worry.

He wanted to bombard you with more questions, to check your temperature, to make sure you were taking care of yourself, to tuck you into bed, to bring you the soup you loved from your mom and make you laugh, just life when you were kids… but the reality was he was trapped in his own apartment, that didn’t exist anymore…

So, he settled for a simple, “Okay… just stay safe. Call me if you need anything…”

With a heavy heart, he typed his final message for the night: “Talk to you later.”

Author’s note: MY LANDO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING??? Lando’s first win was a dream, my heart wants to explode. I love him so so much and he deserved this so bad. Im so proud of him. Anyways this is part 3, I’m soooooo excited of how this is going. I hope you all like it, also I’m sorry if there’s something bad written, its just English is not my first language and i try not to have any mistakes but sometimes i do, so I’m sorry for that :( ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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[pinkyqil]

player: Esmee Brugts

Esmee comforts reader after the game because reader got into a confrontation with an opponent on the pitch during el clasico

Conflict // esme brugts

You were never the type to starts arguing with the ref or player's.Yes you've had your moments here and there which would be rare.

but today of all day anthea decided that you would be her target.

you knew it was apart of the job but at some point she kept pushing and fouling you around like some ragdoll and you've had enough and weren't going to be pushed around any longer than enough.

It was like your teammates could read your mind around half time alexia lucy and Irene came up to you.

after esme had told them something you couldn't hear sometimes you loved your girlfriend but when she does stuff you don't know about it really gets to you.

"Whatever plan is going on in your little head don't do it just ignore athena it not worth running el classico for yourself". alexia told you which the other's agreed.

"Fine".was all you could get out.

"Don't let her get to you kid you got a brick heart so let's keeping playing like that". Lucy added.

"Thanks guys I'll try". You told them.

After the little chit chat the game had resume and it seemed liked the real madrid coach had told athena something. cause right now all she's been doing was bitching around and talking smack whenever she got close to you.

You ignored her for half the time and tried focusing on the game that would be before. Right now you had the ball as ona passed it to you with a clean pass.

which you got has you were about to kick it in the goal you spotted athena coming your way you quickly dribbled the ball around her. and as you we're kicking it into the goal it got to athena who also seemed to be flying in with the ball and obviously into net along with your goal.

You didn't know to celebrate or just stand there trying to think about how on earth you mange to pull that.

You wanted to get her ass but definitely not like that.before you knew it athena was marching past you and started yelling at you.

you both got into a very heated argument which lead to both teams having to pull there player.

The ref was thankful on your side after giving seeing the bull shit athena has been pulling.she got subbed off and you we're finally being able to enjoy the final moments of el classico.

Once the team had finished celebrating on the pitch everyone made there way to the dressing room.

"Ay amiga the trick you pulled on athena was badass". patri told you

"I wasn't even planning on doing that".

"as if we all know how bad you wanted to get a go at her".

"Yeah but not like that".

"Patri just drop it she's clearly not in the mood". esme called putting an end to patri teasing she wasn't the type to always speak out as she had a very shy persona.

"lo siento, amiga". She apologized.

"No worries you told her". es you ready to go,you called out to her.

"Yeah let's go".she said grabbing you're hand.

"Bye guys".you both told your teammates before leaving.

"Thanks for your help out there and in the changing room". You told her as you both arrived at your destination.

"No worries there isn't anything I would do for my favorite girl and what patri was right earlier theway you knocked her into the net was badass babe". She told with a bright smile on her face.

"If you say so now let's forget about it and enjoy our dinner at the restaurant".

The rest of the night was filled with a lot of love from esme she made sure to give you extra massages and kisses which made you feel better.

A/n: hope the fic reached your standards,I'm always opened to you guys sending in a player prompt and location or any type of request in general and as always feedbacks and comments are appreciated enjoy reading and hope you have a spectacular day ! 🫶🏾

[magics-neptunes-things]

Secrecy (One Love 7)

Hi guys :)

This is a new chapter in the One Love series, but honestly I think you can read it without reading the rest.

Enjoy!

TW : Angst

Something is wrong with her girlfriend; Ona can’t take this feeling away from her mind. It’s something haunting her for days now, and more she thinks about it, more there are a lot of strange things.

The first thing Ona feels strange is the fact that Lucy always takes her phone with her, no matter where she goes. To the toilets or when she’s watching TV, Lucy has always her phone in her hand or next to her. Ona isn’t the kind of girl who will snitch in her girlfriend’s phone, but this change of behavior is strange in Ona’s eyes.

There is too the fact that Lucy seems always to have someone to see without Ona, or that she has media after training or something to make her come home way later than Ona.

And now, Ona has to add the point that Lucy always seems thinking when they are together. She’s always lost in her thought, never paying attention to what they are watching on TV. Ona sometimes needs to call her two or three times to have an answer.

But in another hand, Lucy seems very clingy and attentive to her. She seems really happy to find her back when she comes home or to cuddle with her before falling asleep.

Another thing which intrigues Ona is the fact that sometimes Lucy jumps when she sees her arrive in the room and hurries to hide her phone.

Ona trusts Lucy, with all her heart and all her being. But all these points putting together make her sometimes worried that she might be talking with someone else. And that simple idea makes her want to throw up.

********

Today again, Lucy left the training without her, explaining to Ona that she needs to go take a package to the post. But Ona already took it yesterday, when Lucy took Narla and Coco to the dog groomer. The Spaniard has a very small smile when Lucy kisses her cheek before leaving the locker room, smile who drop impressively quickly when Lucy isn’t near her anymore.

Swallowing her saliva is suddenly hard for Ona and she identifies really quickly the feeling. The tears aren’t far away, and Ona only want to go to her car and then home to be able to cry her heart out. But Alexia saw her friend’s distress and quietly makes her way to her. Ona jumps when she feels her captain’s hand on her arm.

“Is everything fine Onita?” Alexia asks quietly.

Ona feels stupid when she can’t answer because of her tightening throat. She just shrugs but Alexia easily spots Ona’s wet eyes. Without adding another word, the blonde takes Ona with her by the hand, making sure no one else sees them.

When they reach the empty room Alexia chooses, Ona was still able to hold her tears back. But when Alexia asks her one more time if everything is fine, she can’t anymore. She breaks down, tears falling freely on her cheeks. Alexia stays shocked like two seconds before taking the other girl in her arms.

Ona is known to be always the optimistic one, taking bad tackle without a flinch, working herself harder every time. She’s hard with herself when she makes mistakes and even Alexia has to stop her sometimes. Ona doesn’t cry a lot; it doesn’t mean that she never gets sad or that she isn’t sensitive. She just always finds a way to be positive.

“Ona what’s up?”

The worry in Alexia’s tone is very audible, but for now Ona can only cry, her breath cut between sobs. Still holding the younger girl in her arms, Alexia strokes her back and rock her softly, waiting patiently for her to calm down. Which eventually happen after several longs minutes.

“It’s ok Oni, just breath” Alexia whispers quietly.

Ona does as she’s told, following Alexia’s breath with hers. Alexia hesitates to ask the question again, not wanting to make Ona crying again. Instead, Alexia takes Ona’s face between her hands to have a better look at her. The fullback understands easily what Alexia is asking and she takes a big breath before talking.

“Lucy…” she just says, before her voice break.

More tears are rolling on her face, but she doesn’t have time to react before that Alexia wipes them off with her thumbs. The blonde doesn’t talk, still waiting.

“I can’t say it out loud” Ona mumbles.

Saying it out loud makes her feel like it will become real. And no one know how much she doesn’t want it to be. Alexia frowns though, wondering what have Lucy done to upset Ona that much.

“Take your time Amor” Alexia affectionally says.

Ona needs some more minutes, but she finally manages to whisper it, so softly that Alexia almost misses it.

“I think that Lucy is cheating on me.”

Alexia needs to take on her to keep a poker face, but she’s exploding from the inside. She asks what makes Ona think that and hearing her friend talking, she understands why she has that idea. She doesn’t say that she’s wrong or that she’s right. She only informs Ona that she’s taking to the apartment she shares with Olga for now and Ona let her. Crying just exhausted her.

Olga seems to be surprised to find an Ona with red and puffy eyes on their couch when she comes home, but she doesn’t say anything. When Alexia goes to the kitchen to help her girlfriend about the diner, Ona looks at her phone to see that she has two missed calls from Lucy and several messages.

Mi Vida ❤️‍🔥 Baby, where are you? I’m home and you’re not here Ona? Please call me when you can, I’m really worried ☹

“Lucy wrote me” Ona says to Alexia when she comes back to her.

“Do you want to write her back?”

Ona nods softly, sniffing discreetly before opening the conversation she has with Lucy.

Princesa 🧡 I’m at Alexia’s I’m coming home soon.

“Do you really want to go home?”

Alexia seems incredulous at that idea, but Ona nods one more time without looking at her. She is of course very thankful for her friend and the way she took care of her, but she needs to go back to Lucy and maybe talk about all of this.

“I need to confront her” Ona sights.

Alexia grunts. She had warned Lucy when her and Ona started to date. She said to the English woman that Ona is the sweetest person she knows, that she’s like her baby sister and that if Lucy make one mistake, she will kill her.

“Are you sure? Maybe a night away from her can help you think about all of that?”

“If I may…” Olga says softly from the entry of the room “I think Ona is right, it’s better for her to go to talk to her girlfriend. Maybe all of this is a misunderstanding? “

Alexia groans and raises her eyebrows, making Olga rolls her eyes.

“I know you’re trying to protect your friend and I find that kind of cute and hot – Ona pretends to throw up while Alexia smirks – but it had to be talked. Secrets are cool but mysteries are not, Cutie Pie.”

“Cutie Pie?” Ona snorts.

********

When she arrives in front of her house, Ona can’t help but feel stressed. She doesn’t want to have this discussion with Lucy, hearing that the woman that she loves more than anything is seeing someone else. But she knows too that she can’t stay hidden in her car for many more minutes, she wrote to Lucy when she left Alexia’s house, so she knows that the English woman is waiting for her.

When she enters their house, Rosalia is playing in the background and Coco and Narla come running for her, barking happily. She can’t help but smile, petting Narla and picking up Coco when he wines, always being the jealous one.

Lucy arrives soon after though, a very happy smile on her face.

“You’re here! I missed you!”

She literally crushes Ona in her arms when she hugs her, kissing lovingly her cheek and then her lips several times.

“I made Boles de picola, from your mother’s the recipe” Lucy announces with her smile, before taking Ona’s hand to take her with her to the kitchen. “Look!”

Ona looks at the pan and she have to admit that it smells as good as when her mother does it. It’s look good too and she’s sure that it will taste amazing. Pressing her front against Ona’s back, Lucy passes her arms around her waist and kisses her cheek once again.

“It’s look perfect” Ona says honestly.

“Just like you” Lucy smiles against Ona’s skin.

And that’s perfectly why Ona’s brain is roasting. In one hand there are all of this strange things Lucy’s doing recently, but in another Lucy is still the most caring and loving girl with her. But she red last night that an unfaithful partner can sometimes have surge of affection because of the guilt.

Feeling her eyes burning at this idea, Ona turns in Lucy arms to hug her and hiding her face in Lucy’s neck. Ona tries to calm down while breathing Lucy’s sent, while Lucy strokes lovingly her hair.

“Thank you for cooking for me”

“With pleasure Princesa” Lucy smiles.

“I love you so much” Ona whispers after some minutes.

“I love you too” Lucy answers, before asking after several seconds. “Are you ok?”

“Si. I’m just a little tired”

Lucy hums and take delicately Ona’s face between her hands to have a better look at her.

“Let’s eat and after that I’ll make us a bath, what do you think?”

“It’s perfect” Ona whispers, before changing subject. “Do you know Olga’s pet name for Alexia?”

********

Ona didn’t find the courage to talk to Lucy. After the bath, they went to bed and the Spaniard fell asleep on her girlfriend’s arms, in one of Lucy’s old jersey from Manchester City. (If Ella Toone learn that, she will probably never want to talk to her again.)

“Ona”

Ona is drawn from her sleep by the voice of her girlfriend, but her eyes are hard to open. She whines when Lucy calls her again, hiding her face in her cushion even more.

“Ona baby please, wake up.”

Ona rolls on her back, rubbing her eyes before taking a look at her girlfriend. Lucy’s voice isn’t scared like the time she had a nightmare and Ona just have to take a look at the windows to know that it’s still dark outside.

“Que passa?” Ona asks.

Lucy takes her hand and makes her get up from the bed. Ona follows her without really realizing it.

“Come with me, please”

“Lucia it’s four in the morning” Ona objects after she looked at her phone.

“Please.”

Ona isn’t sure that she’s really awake, so she decides to follow Lucy. The brunette is fully clothed, but Ona follows her. They went to Lucy’s car and when the latter sees that Ona is shivering, she puts her jacket on her girlfriend’s body.

“Gracias” Ona whispers before yawning.

“You’re so cute” Lucy smirks, pinching Ona’s cheek.

The Catalan woman frown but Lucy’s smile grows wider. She puts her hand on her knee and the warm of her skin on her knee is really comforting for Ona.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise”

Ona rolls her eyes and get more comfortable against her seat. She feels her eyes getting heavier and soon after she’s asleep again. Around twenty minutes later, Lucy stops the car, waking Ona up at the same time.

Looking around them, Ona realizes that they are at a beach, somewhere they went the first time Ona came back to Barcelona after they get together. The memory makes her smile softly and she try to ignore the fact that maybe Lucy is as attentive with another woman that she is with her.

“Fancy to watch a sunrise with me?” Lucy asks, almost shyly.

But Ona nods and soon after they are on the beach, taking their shoes off to walk easier on the sand. Lucy takes Ona’s hand and interlink their fingers, taking the younger woman with her somewhere in the sand. They sit somewhere and Lucy sits behind Ona, taking the brunette once again in her arms.

As the sky is becoming clearer, Ona let herself going against Lucy, enjoying as good as she can their moment. She shivers every time Lucy kisses her behind her ear or on her neck. She even turns her head several time to have a proper kiss.

“Ona?”

“Mh?” Ona hums softy.

“I have a confession to make” Lucy whispers when the first ray of sun is coming.

Ona feels her stomach drops and she takes a big breath. Against her back, she can feel Lucy’s heart pounding. Her throat is so tight that it’s a miracle than she still can breathe.

“Can we… Can we just enjoy this moment before? Please.” Ona asks, her tears pricking.

She wants to have those last moments with Lucy being just hers before everything fell down. With Lucy only. Will she be able to forgive Lucy and live with the fact that there is another girl? Will Lucy still want to stay with her?

“No. I- I need to do it now.”

Lucy takes a deep breath and Ona tries her best not to burst in tears. She’s stiff in Lucy’s arms, her eyes fixed on the horizon.

“You know, the first time I saw you, I wondered how and why I never really looked at you before. You really are the most beautiful girl in the world and I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine.”

Ona doesn’t say anything, way to scared about what will follow that.

“And when we danced together after we passed almost all the night looking at each other more or less discreetly, I knew we were meant to be with each other. Everything was always so easy, without any problem and perfect. Because it was you and it was me. And I think I fall in love with you the very right second I saw you. And I still falling in love with you even more every day. I know that I’m not perfect and that we had issues sometimes, but you mean the world to me.”

After that, there is a silence and Ona is still waiting for the plot twist. Lucy doesn’t say anything else and after several seconds, Ona talks so softly that Lucy almost missed it.

“But?”

“There’s not but. Come, look.”

Lucy helps Ona to stand up, before pointing something down the beach. They were sitting on a kind of small dune for now and when Ona looks at the right direction, she frowns, trying to see what Lucy was pointing at her. But then she sees it.

Pieces of glasses of all colors, arranged in the floor in a way that has nothing random. The reflections of the sun make them shine, adding a little magic to what could already be perfect.

WILL YOU MARRY ME ?

Ona froze, her brain making a short-circuit. After blinking, Ona slowly turns to Lucy. The English woman is looking at her with apprehension, but Ona needs a little bit more time to process everything.

But then Lucy gets on one knee in front of her and take a velvet box from her pant pocket. The ring is perfect, looking like on of the ones Ona is sometimes looking on her Pinterest.

“You want to marry me?” Ona mumbles with disbelief.

“Yes. I know it’s maybe early in our relationship but I’m sure of myself. You’re the love of my life, Ona.”

Two seconds later, Ona breaks down in tears. After struggling courageously not to do so in the presence of Lucy for days, she simply can no longer resist. After some hesitations, Lucy stands up to envelops Ona’s smallest frame tight against her. Ona melt in the hug, way more than she was doing those last days.

“I’m still waiting for an answer” Lucy teases with a smirk against Ona’s hair.

The Spaniard makes a strange sound, between a sob and a laugh and take her face away from Lucy’s neck.

“Yes. I want to marry you, madre mia. You’re the love of my life too. T’estimo més que a res.”

Lucy’s hands are shaking when she puts the ring around Ona’s finger, and she can breathe again when she sees that the size is perfect. But after some long minutes of kisses and cuddles, she realizes that Ona is still crying. Silently, but it’s like the tears doesn’t want to stop.

“Hey” she whispers, pressing her forehead against Ona’s. “What’s up Princesa?”

“Nada” Ona answers at first, before abdicate in front of Lucy’s eyes. She can’t lie to her. “I don’t want to ruin the moment Luce. It’s ok.”

She tries a smile and even if she’s crying, Lucy can swear that she never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

“It’s ok for now. I will find it later, Princesa.”

********

“We are later” Lucy whispers.

They are in their bed; the night has fallen several hours before. The passed their first hours as fiancés eating a fancy lunch in a hotel reserved by Lucy. Then, they called their moms and brothers and then Ona called Laia Aleixandri and Alexia to explain to her what happened. The blonde looked so relieved that Ona was seriously scared that she might faint. They talked to fast in Catalan for Lucy to understand what they were saying, so they were able to sort it out.

“Mh?” Ona mumbles.

She heard what Lucy said, but she’s way much too comfy to have this conversation right now. She’s so relieved to learn and realize that Lucy never cheated that she feels like she can finally breath correctly again. And she was so clingy with her girlf… fiancée that Lucy wasn’t able to take a step without having the Spaniard touching almost a part of her body.

“We are later” Lucy says again. “Want to share with me what was in your mind on that beach?”

Ona sighs softly and almost try to take Lucy’s mind somewhere else (just like thirty minutes ago before they went to shower) but she knows that she can’t escape the discussion longer. Looking attentively at Lucy, Ona bites her lip, thinking about the better way to start it.

“You will think I’m stupid.”

“Never in my life, Ona.”

Lucy seems so sure about herself, her green eyes in Ona’s chocolate ones. But now Ona feels a little guilty too, Lucy was just working so hard to propose to her in the best way possible and here was she, thinking that she was with another chick.

Ona sits on the bed, looking at Lucy who was still laying on her back. The English woman puts a lock of Ona’s hair behind her ear, her hand staying on Ona’s cheek after that.

“I just don’t want to ruin our day. Everything was just so perfect Luce. I want to keep it that way.”

“You won’t ruin anything, I swear.”

Ona looks at her girlfriend for a little time, trying to figure out if that’s really true or not. But Lucy is waiting, looking at her with so much tenderness and pleading and she can’t hide that to her for any longer.

“I… Well, you know how you keep coming home later those past weeks? And how you would hide your phone to me?”

Lucy nods, of course she was aware of that. Keeping something away from Ona was the most difficult thing ever, they were used to share everything.

“And then you were always with your mind somewhere else, sometimes I needed to call you three times for you to answer to me.”

“I’m sorry” Lucy winces, stroking Ona’s jaw with her thumb.

“Well, all of that assembled, on a period of several weeks made me think at first what I did wrong. But you kept saying that everything was fine when I asked you. So, I… I wondered if maybe there was someone else.”

As Ona’s voice was very small and the Spaniard was unable to look at her girlfriend, Lucy’s face drops in horror. She was very far to think that her absence or unavailability will make Ona thinks that.

“Of course not!” Lucy almost shout, sitting suddenly on the bed to take Ona’s face between her hands. “There never was someone else, it’s always been you! How could I… How… I’m so sorry, Ona. I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. You know now that it was wrong right? You know it?”

Ona nods, her face always between Lucy’s hand. The brunette takes her in her arms and Ona takes a deep breath. She’s relieved that Lucy doesn’t takes that badly as she might have.

“My sweet little Princesa” Lucy mumbles softly. “Is it why you seemed off those last days?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You always smiled with a second too late and you were looking in the vague a lot. I assumed that you were only tired because of the end of the season.”

“I didn’t realize it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Lucy makes them lie down again, but both of them face to face on their side. The English woman admires her fiancée several seconds before talking again, with a small smile on her face.

“I was going to complain about how it was difficult to stole on of your precious ring without you realizing it, but I guess what you went through was harder.”

“Now that I know I was wrong, it’s ok” Ona answers.

Not supporting the distance between them, even if it is only a few centimeters, Ona approaches Lucy to wrap herself around her. Lucy smiles and let her gladly do, squeezing her harder against her. Not a single millimeter stills exist between them after that.

“Tell me. I want to know everything now, how you made all that up.”

Lucy smiles and starts her story. How she stole the famous ring to have the right size, how many ideas she has before choosing the one on the beach, how she managed to dig on Ona’s Pinterest and the different twists and turns during her preparations. Ona can’t help but smile and laugh when she hears her girlfriend talking. Lucy has always been a great talker, Her way of exaggerating things, gesticulating in all directions always amused Ona excessively.

And, about that, Ona can’t help but think that this point will allow Lucy to blend even more easily among the Batlle.

Several people have asked me to propose to Lucy and Ona, so here she is :)

[monster-disaster]

Can you do a female demon x female reader? I need more lesbian monster content !!!!

demon!female x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: You meet an ex-classmate from college for an interview. She has other plans.

You can feel your professionalism slipping through your fingers with each passing second you spend in the female demon's presence.

The fragrance of her perfume fills your senses when Ada comes closer, sitting down on the armrest of the sofa. She leans against your side while gently holding your arm and caressing your skin with her freshly painted nails. The teasing touch sends shivers through your body.

"Your pictures don't give you enough justice," she says. "You are much prettier in real life."

Your voice gets stuck in your throat. "Oh?"

The woman hums, leaning closer. "I follow you on Instagram." Her plump lips ghost over the curve of your neck. "You are the sweetest in your colorful summer dresses."

"Thanks," you croak out, almost sounding like a question. Heat burns under your skin while your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hoped you would wear one of them today."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's fine," she chuckles, looking over your form shamelessly. You wear a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that reaches your knees and matches your high heels.

Standing up from the armrest, Ada moves in front of you. You feel cold without her firm body pressing against your side.

You watch her, mesmerized and breathless. "What are you doing?"

A slow grin pulls on her vivid red lips as she slips onto her knees. Your thighs clench at the sight of the woman.

Ironically, there is something ethereal about her. Perhaps it's the smoothness of her light pink skin or the gentle curls of her dark hair framing her horns, which are a few shades darker and gracefully trace the curve of her head. You can't be sure since there is so much you can admire about her. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes follow the straight slope of her nose and the firm curve of her full lips.

"Something I wanted to do since we met in college."

You can feel the warmth of her palms even through the thin fabric of your skirt as she rests them on your knees. Your muscles tense for a second when the beautiful demon pushes them apart while your mind struggles with keeping up with the woman. Her hands trail up on your legs, pushing your clothes up with the slow but confident motion.

Ada looks up at you with amusement in her eyes. "Did you know I liked you back then?"

You shake your head. You had no idea. The demon wasn't a mean girl by any means, but she was always... unreachable. Sometimes, you weren't even sure if she knew about your existence even though you spoke several times.

"I'm surprised," she chuckles.

By now, your thighs are bare under her caressing hands. Her thumbs move between your legs in slow circles, getting closer and closer to your panty-clad pussy.

"Why?" You ask. You sank deeper into the sofa without your noticing. You melt under her touch.

"All my friends knew about my crush on you."

You want to slap yourself across the face when the only reply you can force out of your mouth is an 'oh' and Ada laughs again, slipping her long, manicured finger under the damp fabric of your panties to pull it away.

"It's fine, though," she says. "I mean, this is my chance to make up for the lost time."

Your mind is blank as you try and fail to process everything. Your whole body is on edge with anticipation. There is a heavy knot in your belly, keeping you on the sofa, compliant and easy under Ada's attention.

"And it's definitely worth the wait," she grins, letting the tip of her thumb brush over your clit for a second. Just enough to take your breath away and send shivers down your spine.

"Really?" You gasp out, holding onto the leather of the sofa. Your nails dig into it, and you only hope you don't damage the fabric.

She hums, leaning closer. Her shoulders spread your legs apart even more.

When you woke up and got ready to do an interview with your old classmate about her successful company, you didn't think you would end up like this. Half-naked and wet in her office while she feasts on the sight of you.

"So pretty," she says, letting her finger slide over your wet slit once again, parting your lips in the process to get a better view of your soft, glistening center. "And smells so good."

Your mouth opens to say something, but before you can form words, the demon grabs the flesh of your thighs to tug you to the edge of the seat.

"Hold them for me," she says, holding up your legs until you reach behind your knees to do as she says.

Heat and embarrassment flood your whole body in the new, vulnerable position.

"Good," she hums, reaching under you with one hand to grope your bottom while her other hand keeps your panties out of the way.

You watch Ada transfixed as she leans down and licks your pussy with one long swipe. Her eyes are on you the whole time, staring at your unfocused eyes, open lips, and heaving chest. The demon's mouth moves up to your clit, flicking it with her tongue before sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and your back arches. Your legs almost slip out of your hold as your toes curl with pleasure.

"Ada." Her name escapes your lips as a moan, and she hums, satisfied.

"You taste so good, Y/N," she says. Her lips and chin shine because of your wetness. "I imagined being between your legs so many times since you called to get an appointment with me."

"Really?" You gasp out, her thumb works on your clit, not giving you any break even while she talks.

You called her because of the interview a week ago.

"Really," she replies. "I was so angry when I couldn't find a date sooner to meet you."

"It's fine," you gasp. Your hips grind up against her hand. Her fingers are soaked with your juices by now.

The female chuckles. "It is now."

She winks at you before lowering her face down back to your pussy, opening your lips to feast and slurp on you. Her finger doesn't stop on your clit while your climax builds inside you with each passing second.

"I'm almost there," you groan, closing your eyes.

Ada hums. The vibration of her reply rolls through your body in thick weaves. You moan and gush around her tongue that slipped inside your aching hole while you were busy chasing your pleasure under her caress. 

Ada's tongue fucks your pussy while teasing your clit and making you see stars under your closed eyelids. Your orgasm ripples and trembles through you while your muscles jerk and twitch, and your nails dig into your own skin at the curve of your knees.

For long seconds, the world stops existing while you sag into the sofa, and the woman still between your legs cleans you up with long swipes. Every touch and lick of her tongue on your sensitive flesh makes you twitch and shake.

When you lift your head to look at her, she grins at you hungrily. "We can start the interview now."

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for not helping my brother unlearn some hate?

I (16F) and my brother (9M, let's call him K) are both from a third world country with some less-than-friendly general views, most of which my parents agree with. I couldn't care less if my mom is vividly disgusted at Chinese/Korean products/music or if she wholeheartedly believes that having crushes on your female friends is "normal" and "not homosexuality", because she's a really kind and sweet person and I just love her, you know? She never voices these thoughts around people who are that way and even has Chinese friends herself, but once I ask her "what do you think your friends would feel if they knew you said things like that sometimes?" to which her response was basically "it's not like I'll ever say it to their face, that's rude, and I don't think they're any less humans than us, their country taking over the industrial world and music is just disgusting". Or she immediately demands the channel be changed if the tv is showing an LGBT couple (this is illegal in our country, we connect to foreign satellites which don't censor this).

Anyway. Sorry for the ramble. This leads me to two problems:

My brother is kinda short and skinny due to genetics. And when I say "kinda", I mean like, he's really, really small and tiny for his age and often gets mistaken for a preschooler or first grader. My mother worries over the fact that the boys at his school (since we're all being raised in the same toxic society, huzzah) bully him for being smaller than them. And K has a tendency to easily cry at insults, furthering this issue. I've talked to him several times on how he'll get a growth spurt and it's fine, but my mom's talks mainly consist of how he's a grown boy now and it's not nice for boys his age to cry in public like that. She also doesn't really like me getting "involved" in K's bullying issues. Please, PLEASE don't send any hate to my mom, okay guys? She's one of the best people I know.

The other issue here is that K technically IS growing up, but he's also learning some of the really uncomfortable aspects of this society by repeating things like "the referee for this soccer game probably let the other team win because he's Chinese" (to which I had to correct him and say the referee was actually Filipino, but never mind) or asking me with GENUINE curiosity if I, as a girl, play soccer at my school (he loves soccer so so much, I try to encourage this love for him).

I correct him on this stuff as much as I can, but honestly... sometimes I just don't. Sure, I think it's bad and all, but I (probably, I don't remember much) grew up being the same way considering the way our society is. And if I turned out nice enough, I'm sure he just needs to be the right age for some more technical guidance and all I can do here is randomly tell him he's wrong when he says this stuff. My mom just... she thinks it's a huge stretch to "call everything racism nowadays", which I think REALLY depends on the context! My brother says this stuff very, very rarely, but I don't think he really... gets /why/ it's bad, you know? Again, I'm mostly planning on giving him advice on occasion and letting him figure it out by himself, but I don't want him saying racist/antisemitic/sexist jokes by accident in public, less so because it might humiliate the family and more so because it might actually upset someone.

Again, WIBTA? Don't call my mom the asshole here, please. She's super extremely polite to everyone, calls for action against our dictatorship of a government, and gives medical care to her less financially stable patients for free (she's a doctor). She just has some little views here and there that are the result of her upbringing, same as ours are the result of what we experienced. I can wholeheartedly forgive her for that.

[zeesturniolo]

n.s bsf headcanons 🤍

creds to gif owner !^

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-either hes always at ur place or ur always at his, you guys rarely hang out anywhere other than your homes

-if ur dating one of his brothers he’s your biggest hater and supporter

“you guys are so fucking cute but please, go to hell.”

-however, if ur both single you never agree on whether a guy is fine or not.

“hes so fucking fine nick omg!”

“ew fuck no, go away.”

-you cook for him and his brothers sometimes and he always FUCKS IT UP.

-sometimes when you and one of his brothers are play fighting he’ll jump in and now yall are jumping them.

-he loves playing in your hair, he thinks its fun to play in longer hair.

-you guys have “cuddle” time when your hanging out where you just snuggle up like a couple and watch movies and eat snacks

-you guys also occasionally act like a couple by holding each other’s hands, calling each other corny pet names, and calling each other bf and gf.

“come here mamas, let me give you a kiss.”

“leave my girl alone chris!”

“stop touching my girlfriend dusty bitch.”

-never gotten into a real argument, only playful ones.

-if ur dating one of his brothers, and yall get into a fight.. nick will cuss tf outta them, whether ur right or wrong

“i dont care if she started it bitch! dont talk to her like that.”

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these sucked im so sorry, i hope you liked it tho 😘🩵

[thenewausten]

loved ur rejection angst ficc!! what about a fic where the roles are inverted? like its reader rejecting alex :) ?

Thank you! Thanks for the request!

"I can't right now." A Quackity Imagine.

Alex was in love. Oh, he was so in love. He would get lost in your eyes every damn time he'd look at you. His heart would beat faster than anything when you touched him, when you kissed his forehead, when you'd laugh about his stupid jokes... He was so in love it would hurt, but you... You were trying to move on from your stupid ex. Alex thought sometimes that, maybe, he'd have a chance with you.

"That's the day! Gonna say to Y/N that I love her." He says to the mirror and to his friend, Noah (most known as Foolish). "Dude, are you sure?!" He asks. "You said I should confess my love and now are you asking if I'm sure?! Really?!"

"Sorry, man. I just, like, yeah, you should, but... Are you sure?!"

"I'm not. But I have to have courage enough to tell a girl that I love her." Alex says and sighs. "Well, I'll do it." Foolish nods and gets up. "Well, fine. Good luck, dude! The worst that you can receive is a "ew, no.", you know?!"

"Thank you, it helps me so much." Alex is ironic and Noah laughs. "Well, bye." He lefts Alex's apartment. "What a great friend." The boy whispers.

"Heyy." You say to Alex as soon as you see him, the boy smiles to you and hugs you by the waist. "Hey, you look beautiful." He says and you smile. "Thank you, Alex!"

The boy took you to a fancy restaurant, he didn't say the reason, but you might knew it. Alex was acting more... Romantic with you in the past months, you thought he just wanted to make you feel better, but sometimes you'd see him watching you with shiny eyes.

You loved him. Of course, he was your best friend, but... Only your best friend, you know?! You never saw him in any other way.

"Y/N?" He calls you and you smile. "Yeah?!" You look at him with a smile. "What do you want to order?!" He asks you.

"Do you like me?!" You ask him right after, and Alex looks at you with confused eyes. "W-What? I... Wh... Who told you that?!"

"It's obvious, Alex. All the flowers, the fancy restaurants, the touches and glances... I'm not stupid, you know?!" You say, a little upset. You didn't even know why you were upset, but you just... You were passing through a lot of problems and Alex decided to like you?!? "I'm in love with you." He says. Oh, great. He decided to fall in love with you while your world is upside down!

"Alex, I... I don't like you back and I can't believe you made this mistake! I'm your best friend! And I'm passing through a lot of shit right fuckin' now, how can you even think about falling in..."

"I don't think, it's not a rational decision, Y/N, and you know it very well, right?! Because you still love your ex even with all the mistakes he..."

"Oh, shut up about my fuckin' ex! You don't understand, you never dated someone!" You cut him off and he looks at you with sadness in his eyes. "I just said I was in love with you and you say I don't understand the feeling?!"

"Are you sure that you're in love with me, Alex?!" You ask him. "Oh my God, of course I'm! Jesus, Y/N." He says, upset. "I can't believe you're saying all this shit to me, I swear, it's unbelievable."

"I... Alex, no, I don't want you loving me this way, okay? I just can't deal with this information right now!" You say, Alex gets up from his chair and starts to walk to the exit of the fuckin' fancy restaurant. You get up and follow him through the door. "Alex!" You yell his name when you reach him at the parking lot. "Go away, I don't want to talk with you right now!" You hear his broken voice and you know he's crying even when he's not looking at you. "I'm sorry, Alex! I can't love you this way! Not right now!"

"Whatever, Y/N!" He yells at you. "I'm sorry for falling in love with you, I didn't mean to. That's what you want to listen to, uh?!"

"You're being such a selfish person, Alex!" You yell back and he laughs. "And you're being an asshole, Y/N." He turns around to face you and you can notice his red eyes.

"Fuck you! It's not my fault I don't find you interesting enough to fall in love with." You say and the impact of what you just said made Alex back off a little. The pain in his eyes just made you realise how mean you were being with him.

"Alex, I didn't mean it. I swear, I'm sorry." You try to approach him, but he backs off again. "Just... Go, please! I don't want to see your face anymore."

"Alex, I swear.."

"Leave!" He yells and you turn around to leave the parking lot, knowing you lost your best friend, the only person that was with you while you were passing through all of this.

Alex watched you walk away and start to sob. It was worse than he thought it'd be.

You broke his heart.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[tomtefairytaleblog]

Diamonds, Toads, and Dark Magical Girls

According to Bill Ellis in "The Fairy-Telling Craft of Princess Tutu: Meta-Commentary and the Folkloresque," the fairy tale of Cinderella can be seen as one of the earliest examples of the transformation sequences/henshin seen in magical girl anime, particularly in how the title character is given items that help her achieve a goal, usually given to her by a magical being (her mother's spirit in a tree, a fairy godmother, etc.).

Thinking again about the connection between magical girls and fairy tales--even if they aren't as meta as Tutu, many magical girls do use imagery and ideas from European fairy tales (Sailor Moon alone has references to Hans Christian Andersen and Charles Perrault)--I wondered what other character types from the genre may have some precedent in fairy tales. Then I started thinking about the Dark Magical Girl character.

Not every magical girl story has a Dark Magical Girl, but they do crop up in a lot of works. To name a few, there's Fate Testarossa from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, Homura Akemi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Rue/Kraehe from Princess Tutu, and countless others that would be too numerous to name. In general they tend to be more cynical, darker counterparts to the main protagonists, who tend to come from relatively more stable environments. Whatever magic they possess also may be more sinister, at least initially.

Tying in somewhat to the story of Cinderella is the Aarne-Thompson-Uther Index fairy tale type "The Kind and Unkind Girls" (ATU 480). Many of the stories of this type involve a rivalry between two stepsisters, one being favored by the stepmother due to being the latter's biological daughter. The general idea in most versions of the tale is that both girls encounter a magical being at separate points in time. The kind girl helps the magical being in some way, at which point the magical being gives her a magical ability or magical presents. Meanwhile, the unkind girl refuses to help the magical being and is cursed in some fashion, or, worse, killed. The kind girl meanwhile usually ends up marrying a prince, or a similar character. One of the more popular versions of this story, "Diamonds and Toads," has the kind girl gain the ability to have a jewel or flower fall from her mouth when she speaks, while the unkind girl is cursed to have toads and snakes fall from hers. And while the kind girl does marry a prince, the unkind one is kicked out of her house and dies alone in the woods. (Insert something about Revolutionary Girl Utena's comment about how a girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to be a witch.)

Typically in these fairy tales, the unkind girl is never shown to be a real threat to the kind one; the ultimate threat is the stepmother, who uses her daughter as a means to an end. In contrast, Dark Magical Girls tend to have, well, magic that helps them attack the magical girl protagonist. In this regard, they're the Heavy in the plot, while the witch/mother-like figure/real enemy waits in the background (as is the case in a lot of magical girl shows--the Raven and Rue, Precia and Fate, Fine and Chris in Symphogear etc.). Sometimes the Dark Magical Girl will be a major threat, though--like the Princess of Disaster in Pretear (who is loosely-inspired by the Evil Queen in Snow White).

In The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales (1976), Bruno Bettelheim argues that the stepmother as a character is a way for children to process the negative traits of their own mothers, while still idealizing the good qualities of them. With that in mind, the unkind sister and the Dark Magical Girl can be viewed as a way of processing/externalizing the negative traits that a girl can have, being cruel, rebellious, and uncaring. They also embody their fears, too--the fear of being alone, rejected, and doomed to fail.

Of course, nowadays, Dark Magical Girls have a tendency to be redeemed and reconcile with/befriend the main magical girl, something the kind and unkind girls never seem to do in the fairy tales. Maybe it's just emblematic of society deciding that killing a girl off for being a little rude is a bit unfair. She's just a kid trying to find her place in the world, too, after all.

[melonmilkshake]

Satoru Tsukada x bimbo!reader headcannons ♡

(Written for both beta! Satoru & regular Satoru)

Fluff / smut / angst

Headcannons

She / her | Fem

TW: certain sexual headcannons and mental health headcannons

NOT PROOF READ BTW

Headcannons for both beta and regular satoru

Satoru Tsukada:

The first time Satoru saw you he was utterly confused. Where was Randal and why was this girl here? He thought to himself while quietly watching you walk down the hall.

He inspected you even more and I say that quite literally as he has never seen someone so pretty but so... dumb. Though he couldn't tell if it was just a act or if you were actually stupid.

Even then though he grew on you and found you adorable and sweet soon enough committing to a relationship with you.

___

Usually Satoru is the type to be very protective towards you. He will not let a single person lay a finger on you (unless its Randal) in any situation and I mean why would he? You're his after all and no one is going to touch his precious doll. If someone were to flirt with you he would most likely snap there wrists or skin them alive and making a suit out of there skin.

Whenever you go shopping he is always the one buying things for you. He will not give you even the chance to take your wallet out. He will spoil the hell out of you quite literally.

Oh you want a new plushie? Got it, you want a expensive figure collection? Got it, you want a vibrator? Got it, you want clothes? Got it. He doesn't really care how much you spend and will literally carry your bags of things he bought for you.

He treats you like a princess. Always kissing you and giving you compliments. He wants to make sure you're loved all the time and doing PDA just so everyone knows you're his.

He loves letting you sit on his lap since he can hold you tightly and not let you escape if he says something disturbing and insane that makes you uncomfortable.

He loves hearing you ramble about random things no matter how stupid it sounds. If you were to ever need help with school he would be there for you even if you're completely oblivious to what you're doing.

NSFW

If anyone were to bully you about your intelligence he would lose his shit. Expect the person insulting you to have a few stitches on the top of there head and forehead.

TW MENTAL HEALTH

Doesn't realize it at first but you aren't interested in seeing him harm himself everytine you do you try taking the box cutter away from him in a panic.

He always thought you did since Randal liked it but at the same time Randal and you are two different people.

He tries to make you cut him but instead you lecture him and cuddle him which is equally good in his eyes.

He'll try to act like the cuts are fake because you're so dumb but it's obvious they aren't.

"Stop it are you insane!?" A small yelp came out of your mouth while you fought for the blade in his hand. Instead you both tripped and you feel on Satoru. Your breasts pushed against his chest revealing some of your cleavage. "Y/N don't be so dramatic darling its fun~" he whispered playing with your hair.

If you both were assigned to sit close to each other in the back expect him to be fingering you or at least playing playing with your pussy with a smug grin.

He makes you put a vibrator in yourself which he can control with a remote. He likes seeing you struggle in class sexually. You holding in your moans and trying to do your work is one of the things that amuses him through out the day.

If you both are in the gym sometimes he will drag you into the male locker rooms for a quickie.

"Satoru were gonna get caught." You muttered while he aligned his cock with your pussy. Gently rubbing up the against your folds. "As long as you keep your mouth shut then will be fine."

He degrades you a lot calling you things such as a stupid bitch or a dumb slut.

Also he does threesomes with you and Randal a lot. They like to see you try to put both of there cocks in your mouth at the same time but you always struggle and fail.

And if you have big boobs PLEASE TITTY FUCK THIS MAN. He loves titty fucking when it comes to your boobs. He just finds you so pretty while you do it.

Beta! Satoru Tsukada:

The first time he heard of you was from Randal, Randal would talk about you so much saying how pretty you were and how dumb and cute you would be. Satoru found it annoying as it was one of Randal's usually rants about you but when Randal introduced you to him, he feel head over heels.

You were a nervous reck when you saw him because you thought he was so handsome. You were hoping you didn't mess up your words but of course you did.

After a few weeks of knowing you and interacting with you, he started getting flirty, teasing you for your intelligence and personality, and getting touchy.

Soon enough you were in a relationship with him.

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He loves being a smart ass towards you. Seeing you get all riled up from a stupid insult is so cute to him. Though if someone was bullying you for your intelligence he would not be happy, it depends it there would be violence mostly likely not but if that person tried something Satoru would fuck them up. (In my eyes he most likely knows martial arts)

Again with the princess treatment this boy is literally your knight in shining armor. He will buy you everything and make you whatever meal you like (mostly because he is scared of you leaving him even though you would never.)

If you ever get tired of walking or your legs start to work he will pick you up bridal style or gives you a piggyback ride until you reach your destination.

He loves it when you're sitting on his lap and he is playing video games. It does get boring though just watching him while you did nothing so sometimes you'd bitch about it.

"Satoruuuu, can we please do something im so bored." You sighed and leaned in closer into him. "Just a few more minutes y/n then we can play with your stupid barbie toys." he spoke while still playing the game not daring to look down at you so he wouldn't lose. "Hey I don't play with barbies you jerk!"

He'll rest his head on your ass or on your thighs. Those are literally the most perfect pillows for him.

He loves seeing you beg for things or being needy. Its just so cute to him and it makes him wanna kiss you all over.

Loves to slap your ass in public to make you flustered and pout at him.

He gets really annoyed when Randal flirts with you and tries to touch you. He literally bonks him on the head with his fist so he leaves you alone.

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TW MENTAL HEALTH

He is so clingy for you despite him slightly lecturing you and being annoyed sometimes you're his whole world.

He would be scared if another boy was flirting with you and would tell them to leave you alone and when you both are by yourselves he would lecture you about it letting all his frustration out.

You would be teary eyed in the end or even crying but he just wants you to understand how he feels.

You gotta comfort him a lot and clean his wounds though you didn't really know what to do so sometimes you'd panic and cry.

"M'sorry Satoru! I d-don't know what to do I-I" you were panicking trying to figure something out. Your mind was racing as you saw the blood gush out of his arm.

"Its okay its okay. Just calm down doll." He tried to calm you down but you were in such big distress. "Fuck." He muttered he quickly walked away from you and cleaned his wound himself.

When he was done he went back to you and saw you on the floor crawled up in a ball in tears. "Don't worry everything is okay come here."

Cuddles with you the whole night after scaring you so badly from him harming himself.

NSFW

Back to the sitting on his lap thing, sometimes if he is ever playing games he makes you cockwarm him though after a few minutes he gives up and makes you ride him.

Loves it when you give him blow jobs under his desk. He'll just be playing his game with his boxers on when suddenly they get pulled down and a pair of lips sloppily kiss his dick.

Any chance he gets he'll suck on your nipples. Even though he is more of a ass guy what can he say when he sees your big breasts? His tongue flicks and swirls around the hardened nub until he feels you're at your breaking point.

He degrades you so much during sex its so bad that he makes you cry.

"Who's my dumb princess? Is it you, you stupid bitch?" He growled in your ear. You were sobbing at that moment in time while he brutally assaulted your pussy with his cock. "Speak up." He groaned against your ear. "Yes.."

[charliesgoodboy]

hi !! can you do headcanons how tom would act if he would be with male reader in relationship? <33

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

a male reader fic 🍒

suited for work:

he isn’t as confused as many my turn him out to be, he may be in denial but he isn’t confused about it much. every single time he would try to lie to himself, act nonchalant around you as a ‘best friend’, but each and every time you’d come to look up at him with that smile on your face he’s gone for.

sometimes he’d think you found out, he’d catch himself looking at you for far too long and taking in your features. “tom? what are you staring at?” “hm..? oh— nothing man, just spacing out.” he’d shrug it off as you would do the same.

other times he would get mad you didn’t know. he made it so obvious! but..did he? he was touching you a lot more, asking to hang out a bunch and you weren’t just some girl so he couldn’t come up to you and ask if you wanna fuck. he even took a risk as to hold you by your waist in public, but did you lay any mind? absolutely not.

and lord save him once he finally got the courage. poor guy most likely couldn’t take it any longer. it wouldn’t be “romantic” much, but it would be a deep talk at least to him. he couldn’t look at you the whole time, he even took his hair out the ponytail as it was straining him with a headache.

his hands would run through the honey brown and blonde locks, feeling his palms get all sweaty and he would only end up finishing with a: “and uh..yeah..”

he would try not to freak out hearing you liked him back. like..you liked him back? no way you really liked him back. he’d never been with a guy..nothing much against it, but it was a little weird and new to him and he already struggled with his feelings.

this doesn’t stop him from being all romantic, buying you nice things, holding your hand in public then holding your body in private. date nights when he was free, and if you were too tired to go out he was fine with that! he only wanted to spend time with you.

not suited for work:

before the two of you would date his imagination could go wild. he was very high in his mind. when he’d look at you for a long time he would think of you looking so pretty for him, your arms around his neck and shoulders trying to hang onto him out of sensitivity. he loved your voice as it is..and thinking of you whimpering out his name dryly with your voice fucked out of you.

even when the two of you got together, he’d think about you when he was alone as the tissue box and lotion was set in the counter up and next to him. his shirt in his mouth and the wet squelch’s of his palm working at his shaft whilst thinking it was you all pretty on your knees, using your hand to jerk him off and your pretty eyes looking expectedly at the tip. “is this good..? ..do you feel good?”

but now that he had you with him? he’d go crazy. finally being able to feel all along your body like he imagined every. single. day. he’d go sweet and soft at first, but he couldn’t help himself..the sweet sounds of your soft moans as he’d kiss at your neck, his thrusts subtle but you made it worse with how good you felt.

those soft moans would turn strained and breathy, he liked missionary to see the way your eyes would roll back or lose focus every time he hit your spot. your fingers dragging along his back was the part he really liked..the red marks they’d leave to remind him how good he made you feel. “tom— tom, tom, tom! please slow down, i’m gonna..” “gonna what? we’re only in round two and you’ve cum more than me..”

he loved teasing you with his voice. he was aware you liked it, the small edge of deepens it had when he spoke both english and in german, it never went away. the way his moans could be low or high, it didn’t matter. if you were on his lap he could whisper things inter your ear, feeling your body squirm all on his lap which would make his grip tighten.

good god he loved you.

woah guys. @tokio-motel @cherry-rawr @20doozers @tomssexdoll @evieskiesss @itsmealaiah

[creative-heart]

"In the arms of love"| Enzo Vogrincic

Lucia’s notes: This One Shot was fueled by my lovely @lastflowrr who said she heard the song “Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby” by Cigarettes after sex and wanted to see it in writing. So here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy it, especially my girl Lucy. I also suggest you listen to the song while reading this. 😘😘

+18 MDNI: Please stop reading after the cut if you don't want to read the smut part.

Content Warning: Mention of past relationship trauma, Sex scene, a short mention of heavy social drinking, some degrading name calling.

Word Count: 1.2k

Enzo knew from the moment you two got together for the first time, that getting you to overcome your fears and traumas wouldn’t be easy and he had been trying for the past three years to help you get past what you had lived through. The dark-haired man had to admit, that he liked the little dynamic you had established for yourselves, he didn’t mind being a little bit of a dominant person when it came to you and apparently, it helped you stay centered.

When he saw the way you were drinking at the party in Mati’s house, he knew he needed to tread lightly with you or it could go southways. So he approaches you from behind wrapping his long arms around the middle of your body and whispers “Be careful now baby girl, if you get too drunk I won’t be able to fuck you when we get back, and then I will have to punish you won’t I?” and as soon as you hear those words coming from his lips you can feel your skin filling up with goosebumps, and even through the fog of your brain courtesy of the alcohol you’ve consumed already you are now burning with the anticipation his words brought into the mix. You know full well that Enzo means what he said and so you nod softly before turning around and looking up into his now dark brown eyes biting your lips “I’ll be good, I promise”. The only problem with this is, that you kind of enjoy it when he punishes you because you know he would never actually hurt you, as he’s repeated to you tirelessly, nothing’s gonna hurt you, as long as you’re with him, you’ll be just fine; you know this is true, you trust this man with your life.

When you walk away from his embrace, you’ve already devised a plan for how you will push his buttons and test how serious he is about the punishing part. The first step of this plan is locating the guy you know is going to drive him the craziest you flirt with; you slowly scan the room until you find your target, sweet Santi is sitting on the couch having a beer and you make your way to him, your hips swaying honestly a little more than they should, you sit down next to him your leg crossed in a way your knees are brushing slightly. “Hi Santi, did you do something different to your hair? it looks exceptionally good tonight” You smile playfully playing with his blonde curls. You can already see two things happening, first, Santiago’s already blushing like crazy, and second, you can feel Enzo’s glare drilling into you from across the room.

Of course, it doesn’t take more than 5 minutes for your boyfriend to make his way to you and bend down to talk to you at a volume he knows no one else will hear above the blasting music “What did I say about behaving baby? now we’re gonna have to go home and I’ll have to do something about this” You can already hear the lust filling his voice and you can’t help but bite your lip looking up at him, you can’t help it, you love being a bit of a brat sometimes. Even if you know this may come at a price.

As soon as you walk into the apartment your back is against the wall and your hands are up and out of the way held by one of Enzo’s big hands, the other resting on your hips squeezing just enough to make you feel it. “You enjoy making me jealous by flirting with my friends, don’t you princess?” It’s the tone of his voice matched with the sweetness of the pet names he uses which makes you weak at the knees, your breath hitching at the back of your throat as you nod softly looking at him through your lashes. “No no, use your words, baby girl, you know I like hearing your voice”. Just as you’re about to talk back you feel his right knee pressed up gently against your center and through your opened mouth instead of words comes a whiny, needy moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Just as your eyelids close you feel the grip of his hand on your hip tightening and you know that  to be your final warning so you force the words out of your mouth “Yes Enzo, I enjoy it” you say barely above a whisper. 

Just as you finish saying that Enzo picks you up tossing you firmly yet gently over his shoulder walking straight to your bedroom “well then… I guess that means there’s no orgasm for you tonight then, that’s what you get for being a little slut” He puts you down on the bed taking your clothes off before folding them neatly on the chair beside your bed. “Come on babyyy” you whine aching for some release between your legs, when he catches you  through the corner of his eye he turns his head clicking his tongue admonishingly shaking his head. Once you’re both in your underwear he grabs your legs behind your knees bringing you to the edge of the bed and without breaking eye contact with you kneels down between your legs “now… you know not to flirt with my friends, it’s not respectful to me” he says in his low sultry voice in between kisses up your inner thighs just before depositing the last one right on your already pulsating nub. When you feel his mouth making contact with your already slick aching center you close your eyes a loud moan flowing from your lip before you can even stop it digging your nails on the heels of your hands leaving crescent shapes on them knowing better than to tug at your boyfriend’s hair.

Enzo might enjoy this a little bit too much if he’s honest with himself, but there’s something about having you like that, laying on the bed and at the mercy of his skillful fingers and mouth begging for some release that just drives him crazy. He’s been at this for almost an hour now, his fingers moving in and out of your dripping center which so lusciously tightens around them as he accompanies each thrust of his digits with alternating sucking and lapping at your throbbing core and once more when he feels your breath hitching in the back of your throat and you trying to move your hips into him trying to look some release and pulls away before you can get the so coveted release you so much desire. As he gets back up to his full height he looks at you seeing how distraught you look and smiles softly “Come on babygirl, let’s get you into the shower, a nice warm soothing shower to get you better”.

Before you can protest he’s disappeared into the bathroom running the water, once  he’s back by the bed Enzo  picks you up in his arms cradling you against his chest and walks to the shower standing under the water gently placing you down as he proceeds to wash your hair and body making sure to give you a soothing massage until he feels you relax under his touch. It's become a habit now, after one of these sessions of yours, he likes taking care and pampering you, he knows sometimes he can get a bit taken away in the situation and more than anything, he wants you to remember nothing’s gonna hurt you as long as you’re with him.

Lucia's notes: I relly hope you enjoyed this little one shot, as usual, reqs are still open for a bit longer until I get in the mood to start my new series.

Taglist: @madame-fear @cyliarys-starlight @castawaycherry @luceracastro @espinasrubi @koiibiito @candycanes19 @nperoconelcositoarriba @lxdyred @deepinsideyourbeing

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

This is kind of part 2 of my last post. Content warning of internal Homophobia.

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Sirius couldn't shake that image from his brain. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw Remus and Emmeline, laughing, kissing, hugging. Happy as a couple and he couldn't bare it. Sirius didn’t know why. It was driving him crazy.

It was almost carefew on that Saturday night. And Sirius had decided to ditch his friends. He wasn’t in the mood for games and drinks. He got to his dorm with the excuse of being tired. He desperately needed a cigarette. One glance to Remus's bed and he knew where to find some.

Remus was taking too long to return from his date with Vance. Which meant that everything was going well and he was having a great time. And that thought annoyed Sirius to the core. There was something about Emmeline that he didn't like. She was too upfront, wild and outgoing for Remus.

When Sirius found a new pack of fags in Remus's drawer, he stopped for a minute when he saw one of Remus's sweaters laying on his bed.

Sirius didn't know what possessed him in that moment. But he had the urge to grab it and sniff it. It smelled exactly like Remus. That sweet men cologne and chocolate. It made Sirius miss Remus somehow.

The sweater was so soft and warm. And the night air was cold as Sirius opened the window to smoke, so he put it on.

It was fine. Sometimes the Marauders shared clothes. Remus wouldn't mind if Sirius borrowed it. Sirius felt good in it somehow. And the idea of Emmeline using Remus's clothes made him so angry that he didn't take it off.

Sirius started chain smoking lost in thought. His mind kept repeating everything that had happened over the summer with his family. How Orion had gone wild with the mere possibility of his son and heir being different. How Walburga had said nobody was going to love him for real. The scared look of Regulus as he left the house.

Sirius had tried to distract himself since term started. Fooling around with The Marauders as always. Making that stupid bet with Peter. And spending as much time with Remus as possible. Because Remus made him feel good. Remus gave him peace. Remus gave him joy.

And even if James was and would always be his best friend, Sirius had been getting closer and closer with Remus lately. Maybe that was why he missed him tonight. Even cigarettes tasted better with him.

An hour later, Sirius jumped when he heard the door bursting open. Remus himself was crossing the door with a foolish smile on his face. Sirius realized his date with Emmeline had caused that.

When Remus noticed Sirius, his smile became smaller.

"Hey" Sirius said, trying to seem unbothered.

"Hey" Remus answered as he closed the door "Where are the others?"

"Girls' dorm, playing Monopoly or something"

"Why aren't you there?"

Sirius shrugged as Remus walked to his bed.

"Got bored" Sirius turned to look when Remus was taking his jacket off. "How was your date?"

Remus twisted his mouth before answering "It was fine. I had a lot of fun"

Sirius felt a knot on his throat.

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

Sirius had acted like a dick when Emmeline asked Remus out. All possessive and jealous. Sirius didn't know why it bothered him so much. But Remus had been right to get angry. It was none of his business. If Remus fancied that bird, it was not Sirius’s problem.

"Cool" Sirius replied as he looked away into the window.

"Are those my fags?" Remus asked with a smile as he walked towards him.

"Sorry I'll pay you back, Moony"

Remus took a seat on the chair next to Sirius’s bed. The window was just next to them. Remus's curls flew in the wind.

"Just give me one, you thief" Remus let out a little laugh. Sirius smiled as he gave him the pack "I see you took my sweater as well"

Sirius’s cheeks burned. He felt a bit dumb and embarrassed.

"Is this yours?" Sirius asked innocently "I was feeling a bit cold and found it lying around" he shrugged, faking indifference "Want it back?"

Remus shook his head with a smile "It's fine, Pads"

Even if Remus was acting normally, Sirius knew he was still angry for the other day.

"I'm sorry, Moony"

"Don't worry about it" Remus said "We all share clothes at this point. I think I'm wearing Peter's socks actually. And I took some of James's cologne. The expensive one..."

"No" Sirius snorted "I am talking about the other day. For acting like a dick. With all the Emmeline stuff..."

"Oh!" Remus nodded as he took a drag "It's okay"

"You were right" Sirius said "I was a bit selfish"

Remus waited for Sirius to continue.

"You guys are my family, Moony" he continued "Not the Blacks. You, The Marauders..." Sirius looked up to make sure Remus was listening. When Remus nodded, Sirius carried on "I have to admit that you being girl-crazy makes me really scared"

"Scared of what?"

"Of being left alone!" Sirius snapped then sighed "You don't get it, Moony" he could feel his eyes with tears "James is amazing, handsome and heroic. A dream for every girl. Good thing Evans is finally realizing that.... Peter is pretty funny and very convincing. He will flirt with lots of girls and actually find someone eventually..." he chuckled sadly "And you... You, Moony. You are so special..." Sirius dared to look at him. And Remus seemed overwhelmed, pendant of every word "You have no idea how special. I mean I wouldn't be surprised if there is a long line of girls pinning for you after Vance" Sirius looked away as he felt himself blush "You're not only sweet and incredibly funny. But you're terrifyingly hot"

It was Remus's turn to blush. He did it in an adorable way even.

"It don't think so" he laughed softly.

Sirius let out a snort "You are terribly blind, Moony. And thick" he tutted.

Remus smiled shyly.

"My point is that you three can make anyone fall for you. But not me"

"Says the bloke who has all the female population after him" Remus teased

Sirius shook his head "They might want me for my looks, my money and name. Not because they actually like me. They couldn't never love the real me" he added remembering his mother's words.

"Don't say that"

"It's true" Sirius faked a tiny smile "That's why I got scared. Because I feel I am actually losing Prongs to Evans. And I will eventually lose Wormtail. But with you..." Sirius’s eyes filled with tears again "I couldn't stand to lose you, Moony. Not you. That's why I got crazy when Emmeline asked you out"

Remus moved to sit next to Sirius on his bed. So close that Sirius’s heart started beating faster. Remus smelled nice. Better than the sweater, the source.

"I could never leave you, Pads" he said "James and Peter could never leave you. We are The Marauders, for God's sake" he giggled "It had always been us before girls. Isn't that what says on The Marauders Code?"

Remus's eyes locked on the door where the boys had glued a paper with their rules. On the bottom of the list, the four of them had signed it. Sirius, James and Peter had done it at twelve. And Remus had joined a year ago when he arrived to Hogwarts.

Sirius smiled "We're not twelve anymore. Clearly girls are a problem now"

"It's part of growing up" Remus replied "And it's part of life, falling in love and settling with someone. For those who seek it"

Sirius was silent thinking he didn't want to grow up.

"James and Peter might have girlfriends or even wives some day" Remus smiled when Sirius shivered "But that doesn't mean they are going to stop loving you or stop being your friend"

Sirius turned to look at him "And you?"

Remus pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Because I really suffered when you left. Back when we were kids. I really missed you"

Only in a year, Sirius had gotten very close to Remus. Back when he was Rosie. They became inseparable too quick, that when The Lupins left out of the sudden, Sirius’s heart broke for the first time.

Remus's glistened as he placed his hand on Sirius’s arm.

"I promise no one is going to separate us again"

"Not even Emmeline?" It came out of Sirius’s mouth like a child's whine. It made Remus smile

"God, sorry" Sirius sniffed, looking away "If you actually fancy her, Moony. I swear I am not going to make a scene".

Remus was silent for a few seconds. And Sirius considered that he was right. Remus had feelings for Emmeline but didn't know how to say it. It would destroy Sirius. James with Evans. Peter with his unreachable girls. Remus with Vance. Sirius alone.

Remus with Vance?? No. No. No. Please no.

"Sirius" Remus finally spoke very low and carefully "I'm gay"

Sirius was genuinely speechless. His mind went wild with a million contradictory thoughts. For one side, the horrible things his parents had said about Alphard, because they thought he was gay. And for the other, it made Sirius feel an indescribable desire to hug Remus. To protect him. To love him more.

Remus would not be with Vance. And any girl for that matter. Which was good. But he could be with boys. If Remus was gay, there was this possibility of Sirius being interesting for him. And it increased the chances of Remus deliverately choosing someone else. Not because he was straight and Sirius was not a girl. But because he was gay and Sirius would never be what he deserved.

The thought of that chance. Of the possibility that they could kiss. That Remus might be able to like him, it scared the hell out of Sirius.

So the boy was very silent and still for a moment. He probably stopped breathing even.

But when he saw Remus's scared expression he forced himself to react.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sirius asked because he didn't know what else to say.

"Because I didn't know" Remus explained "I had been too busy thinking and being obsessed with my identity as a boy that I never thought about my sexuality"

Sirius kept quiet.

"I thought I liked both. Boys and girls" Remus continued "That's why I thought I fancied Emmeline... And I do" he nodded "I like her a lot. She is so pretty and funny, simply amazing. But I don't like her like that, you know?"

Sirius nodded understandingly. Remus was expecting an answer. Something.

So Sirius forced himself to be supportive. A better friend. Someone Remus deserved right now. Even if all the confusing feelings and thoughts were haunting him.

He smiled to show him everything was okay.

"Nothing changes, Remus" Sirius said "You're always going to be my Moony. Always"

And he meant that. Because nobody was going to break them apart. Nothing. Not even the sudden fear of Remus rejecting him or choosing some other boy.

What? It was stupid to think this way. Sirius wasn’t even gay, right?

Remus was smiling in relief.

"Thank you for telling me" Sirius added, patting his arm.

"You are my best friend after all, Pads" Remus confessed. Though he looked a bit sad. Maybe the fear of Sirius treating him differently was bothering him.

Sirius would never. He had acted like an idiot before. But he would never hurt Remus. He would always try to avoid him any suffering.

Sirius shivered a little as he dared to grab Remus's hand. He saw it as an assuring gesture. But when their palms touched, and their fingers interlocked easily, Sirius felt something crazy. Some kind of fire burning in his chest. A feeling of dizziness and excitement. Like when you are about to ride a roller-coaster and you are nervous but thrilled. Accompanied with the loud heart beats.

"Are you..." Sirius found his voice was shaking so he cleared his throat "Are you telling the others?"

"Eventually, yeah"

Sirius was scared of this new feeling. But at the same time he didn't want to let go. It felt amazing to have this connection with someone.

And they stayed like that for a while until they got comfortable not only with the hand holding but the silence. And they began playing with their fingers. Remus twisted Sirius’s rings. Sirius’s thumb caressed Remus's skin.

"I'm going to step out from the bet" Sirius whispered mainly to distract himself from his desires and to seem like everything was normal between them "Mary is pretty but I don't like her at all. Not my type"

And she would never make him feel like this. No one could.

Remus let out a little laugh.

"Peter is going to be happy to have Mary to himself"

"He didn't win though. I resigned, which is different!"

Remus smiled.

"Sure, Padfoot"

Then he closed his eyes as he got comfortable.

Sirius observed his curls, his freckles, his new scar, his long eyelashes, his rosy but dry lips. Remus was very attractive. Sirius got the strange desire to kiss him.

Faggot! His father's voice screamed in his mind Fucking pounce!

Immediately shook that thought away.

"Moony?"

"Mmm?"

"Promise me you will tell me if you fancy a bloke, okay?"

Remus was silent for a while. He seemed tense as he thought of what to say. Then he simply squeezed Sirius’s hand.

"Promise"

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Phantom Grin

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable?

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

Chapter Eight: EMDR

Bruce found Jason in the cave with Tim, sparring. "Jason, you have an appointment with the—." Jason took a hit to the chest before knocking Tim off his feet. "Jason, you have—."

"I know... I'll be ready in ten," Jason interrupted. He didn't like going to therapy. Remembering was almost always upsetting, and talking about things was even worse. He knew it worked, but the process itself was exhausting. He rolled his shoulders back and patted the sweat from his brow. "Sorry, Tim... See you later?" Jason asked.

It'd been nearly six months since he'd met Tim, and they'd grown close. It was nice to talk to someone about average things like school and girls. When they both had free time, Jason would spend the night at Tim's house and watch movies.

Tim nodded, and they bumped fists. "If I don't get grounded before tomorrow night, yeah. I'll see you," Tim joked. Jason chuckled and waved as he went back upstairs to his room.

He showered and dressed for therapy, taking the time to look himself over in the mirror and dry his hair. His hair passed his shoulders, and he often pulled it into a long, low ponytail. He wasn't sure how he'd look if he cut it. He noticed bits of grey peeking out of the front of his hair, and he sighed. Sometimes his appearance seemed unreal, still, after all that time. Jason forced himself to smile before exiting his bathroom, and he ran into Cassandra. "W- what—?"

"Have a good day," she whispered. Cassandra knew how drained he felt after therapy. Most of the time, he'd lock himself in his room, and other times he'd come home feeling as if he were someone else. Jason stood still for a moment, wordlessly, before mustering up the courage to hug her. Cassandra didn't mind the hugs, but Jason worried that he burdened her with his feelings.

"Tell Barbara I said hi," Jason replied. He made his way down the stairs and met Bruce at the car. Bruce leaned against the hood with a smile on his face. "What?"

"If you want, you can get your license before your eighteenth—. What's that face?" Bruce asked after Jason started to frown.

"The 'e' word," Jason mumbled as he got in the car and turned his face towards the window.

"Right... You're going to be fine. Your childhood isn't over, you know? Cassie turned eighteen this year, and that meant nothing to her—."

"Yeah, but she was conscious during the whole aging process. I woke up taller, my hair's different, my voice, my life was completely missing, and on top of that, I'm gonna be eighteen soon," Jason complained, "It just—. It sucks, Dad."

"It does suck," Bruce whispered, and Jason smiled. "What?"

"I just wanted you to admit it," Jason grinned, "You don't have to be so positive all the time. It drives me nuts."

"Would you like me to tell you what sucks?" asked Bruce.

Jason laughed. "Yeah, go for it," he answered.

"Waiting rooms. Waiting rooms suck," Bruce replied, and they both laughed. "And the way people say, 'get well soon,' like you have a stomach bug or something."

"Oh, I hate that! 'Get well soon.' Fuck off," Jason blurted out. He gasped and covered his mouth. Bruce let out a giggle that built into a laugh so hard that he cried.

"Fuck off," Bruce repeated before taking a deep breath. "Oh, that's good... I feel like I can finally breathe with you."

Jason softened and looked at Bruce. "I'm glad. That's all I want from you. Loosen up, laugh, cry, curse... It helps," Jason whispered, "I'm not fragile. I swear." As they parked in the lot, they sat still for a moment. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Jason," Bruce whispered. It was the first time Jason ever said he loved Bruce. Jason led Bruce to the office, and they signed in and sat, staring at the fish tank on the wall.

"See the blue one? Iggy? That's the fifth Iggy they've had since I've been here," Jason whispered. Bruce held back a laugh. "Finding Nemo, the darkest timeline."

Bruce chuckled and nudged him. "Cut it out," Bruce smiled, "Jason, are you nervous?"

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Uh-huh... It's what I gotta do," Jason mumbled, "I only need like eight more sessions before I'm done, though." Jason shut his eyes and leaned his head back.

The doctor called Jason's name. They had a conversation about their stop signal and Jason's past history, and the doctor asked, "When you hold that image of Willis raising a hand to you, are there any negative beliefs you have about yourself? No feelings, just 'I am' or 'I am not...' statements."

Jason readjusted in the easy chair. "I'm a burden," Jason whispered.

"Is there a positive belief that you would like to have about yourself in the place of that? What would you like to believe about yourself?" she asked.

"That I'm wanted... Maybe even needed," Jason replied.

"Okay... Jason, if you were to hold that image of Willis in your head and say to yourself, 'I am wanted, maybe even needed,' how true would that feel on a scale of one-to-seven? One is completely false, and seven is true... What's your gut feeling?" she questioned.

"Uh... I don't know. Three maybe... Shit, I'm not-. One if we're being honest," Jason answered as he pulled a curl loose from his ponytail.

"That's alright, Jason... When you hold that image of Willis and say to yourself, 'I am a burden,' what do you feel right now?" she asked.

"I feel unsafe, edgy," Jason whispered as he bounced his legs.

"Where do you feel that in your body?" she questioned.

Jason took a deep breath and pulled himself together. "My stomach... And my shoulders... And in my head like I'm—. Like I feel dizzy," Jason whispered.

"Remember Jason, we can stop anytime that you want to," she whispered.

"No, I don't want to stop... I can handle it," Jason replied. He swallowed hard.

"How strong are those feelings on a scale of one to seven?" she questioned.

"I dunno, maybe a seven. I don't like to talk about him," Jason mumbled. He couldn't look her in the eye.

"I need you to take the edginess and the unsafe feeling of being a burden, and I'm going to ask you to carry that along with the image of Willis raising a hand to you," she whispered as she tested the speed of her hand movements as she waved them back and forth. "Can you follow my fingers? Or do you need—."

"No, it's fine," Jason whispered as he followed her fingers with his eyes. He thought about Willis raising a hand to hit him, and it felt as if he were there at that moment. She stopped suddenly, and he took a deep breath in.

"What came up for you?" she asked. Jason closed his eyes and let his hair down.

He took a moment to catch his breath. "Pins and needles. I feel like I'm there and I—. I need a minute. Can I get something to drink?" Jason asked. He hated feeling panicked, but he couldn't help it. She said it was a normal part of the process.

Somatic symptoms, that's what she called them. Jason wasn't really paying attention when she explained it, but he knew that's what he felt. He could recall how it felt because that's how he felt every time he focused too long on the thought. "You can take—." Jason got up before she could finish speaking, and he stepped out into the hallway to get a drink of water.

It took him several minutes to go back, and when he did, he sat for the rest of his hour going through the process. When he was done, he met Bruce in the waiting room. "You alright?" Bruce asked. Jason embraced him. "I've got you... You wanna go get curly fries?"

"Waffle fries... With chili," Jason mumbled into Bruce's shoulder. Bruce chuckled.

[fadingplaidlibrary]

maru headcanons

maru is a nickname. her full name is xiomara. she was named after demetrius' mom

i hc her as afrolatina on her dad's side, and you already know demetrius made sure his girl learned spanish. she's not perfectly fluent, but she gets by just fine in casual conversation

she prefers tea to coffee, unlike harvey who takes his coffee black. when she first started working at the clinic, she convinced harvey to stock tea, creamers, and sweeteners at the beverage station in the back

she has tea parties with penny once a month where they update each other on their lives (and gossip about their neighbors shhh)

speaking of penny, maru and penny are best friends. they used to do sleepovers a lot growing up, especially when penny needed a break from her mom or when maru needed a break from her dad

i feel like her and penny would make a super cute couple, but i'll explore that some more in a different post

maru has a very irregular sleep schedule, sometimes she's practically nocturnal and other times she's in bed by 9 like an old lady. it all depends on how her projects are going

maru had really long hair when she was younger, but after her quince she cut her hair to shoulder length and dyed it. demetrius pitched a fit, and maru just stared at him until he stopped talking and then kissed his cheek and walked away

she let abigail give her a stick and poke tattoo while they were on a camping trip in high school. maru cried real bad, but sebastian held her hand and didn't tease her as much as she expected he would. the tattoo is of a frog with a top hat <3

because she does work at the clinic and very science-minded, she's not particularly squeamish and doesn't mind a bit of tmi in regular conversation

she used to be terrified of roller coasters as a kid, so demetrius helped soothe her fears by buying her diagrams of roller coaster schematics to show her how they operated and how safe they were

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

hi i’m sick of non-girls girls shitting on me for every little thing i do and like leave me alone pls xoxo