#when i tell you i totally came up with this just now

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𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋

sfw headcanon | Enzo, Theodore, Mattheo, Draco

「 ✦ Headcanon about how their girlfriends would smell, what they would use + their reaction to it. ✦ 」

words: 1,2k

aesthetic: 🛁🧴🧖🏼‍♀️🧺🫧

Enzo:

coconut ☁️🥥🧴🌴🐚

haircare; coconut milk shampoo & conditioner by ogx

bodycare; coco cabana body wash and body cream by sol de janeiro

perfume/bodyspray; coco cabana body spray by sol de janeiro and coconut passion by Victorias Secret

It all began when you and the Slytherin Gang would chill in your common room late at night. Your sister had send you a package with some new products from the muggle world form a brand you really liked. You let yourself fall back into the couch where your boyfriend Enzo pulled you between his legs, so your back was against his chest. Not even a minute after he smelled your hair and his eyes widened as if he just pulled a line of coke he asked, "Baby, what is it that your hair smells so good?" He starts sniffing your hair like a dog and you giggle, your cheeks blushing. "My sister sent this to me the other day. A few products from the muggle world that I wanted to try. It's the brand I told you about a few days ago." He tried to listen to you but was totally consumed by the new smell. "Here, smell this." you grin and hold your arm in front of his nose. "What is– oh god damn.." The smell of coconut made it's way through his nose right to his brain. "It's a new body lotion and two body spray's I mixed so–" But before you could finish your sentence he pulled you with him up from the couch and pushed you towards his dorm. "Uhu you can tell me all about it once I'm ready with you."

Theodore:

pistachio & salted caramel 🍂🌞🍯🌰🧸

bodycare: body lotion and wash nr. 62 by sol de janeiro

lips: salted caramel lip balm by rhode skin

perfume/bodyspray: bodyspray nr. 62 by sol de janeiro or Casablanca Swiss Arabian perfume

His obsession with your smell started when you came back from your summer holiday's with your parents in the muggle world. You showed him what you brought back there, doing a little haul in front of him and your friends. They knew how much you loved to show the your new things every time you got back so they sat there and listened to your happy voice. "Oh and I almost forgot! I got these new things from a brand called 'sol de Janeiro' it's supposed to smell like pistachio and salted caramel. It's smells delicious really." You handed the items around and your friends smelled on the lotions and sprays. They all told you how good and yummy it smelled, smiling at the scent. When they finally passed it to your boyfriend, he took a smell and his eyes widened immediately. "Oh Mia cara this smells— oh dio aiutami." He pulled you closer to him and sprayed the bodyspray on your skin, waiting a few seconds before it dry's and he pulls your arm in front of his nose. "Oh principessa, this smells even more devine on your skin." "I'm glad you like it, Teddy." you smile at him and giggle. He puts more on you, on your bare legs, your arms, your chest and neck. "Baby we need to go." he suddenly urges and try's to pull you away from your friends who look knowingly at your boyfriend. He leans down to your ear and whispers into it, "It turns me on so fucking much sweetheart. And If you don't come with me right now I'm gonna take you over this couch."

Mattheo:

vanilla 🍦☁️🧁🧸🍨

bodycare: vanilla shea butter body wash and body lotion by dove

lips: laneige vanilla sleeping mask

perfume/bodyspray: Vanilla 28 perfume by kayali and Vanilla bodyspray by Victorias Secret

Mattheo really tried his best to be a good shopping partner but after the hundreth shop you walked through, he barely could comprehend anything you said. "Oh look a drugstore! I need a few new things. I wanna change my scent." His eyebrows shot up. "New scent? In like, new perfume?" You nodded your head and walked inside, your eyes already on a few products. "Yes and also my showering routine has to change so the smell matched the perfume." he looked at you in confusion. What do you mean your shower routine has to change? Just shower, right? "Hmm I'm thinking since it's getting a bit colder I'm gonna go for something less fruity." You browse through the shelves of the store until you find something to fill your basket. "And?" he asked lazily, looking at the new items. "Vanilla." you proudly smile at him, taking one of the bottles and opening the cap. "Here, smell it." You hold it in front of his nose and he takes a little sniff, his face soon changing into utterly confusion. "Wait–" he mumbles when you're about to pull the bottle away. He takes it out of your hand and smells it again, then the rest in your basket. "Oh baby, If you're gonna smell like this I'm eating you up as soon as you leave the shower." he smirks at you. You roll your eyes but can't help the giggle that leaves your mouth. "What are you doing?" you question your boyfriend when he starts walking through the store on his own. "Finding more of this vanilla stuff!"

Draco:

fruity 🍊🍋🌞✨🍹

haircare: mehr shampoo and conditioner by rituals

bodycare: mehr body scrub, shower foam and dry oil by rituals

perfume/bodyspray: body mist mehr by rituals or orange soleia by guerlain

Draco couldn't understand what got you so obsessed with muggle things until you showed him your newest treasure. "So you've been in this dirty muggle world to buy what? Showergel?"he mocks you a bit when he sees all of your new stuff spread around you on the bed. You roll your eyes at him and scoff. "Oh don't be so grumpy Dray, this smells really good. You'll love it." He sighs and sits down at the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning all of the products. "Looks pretty.." he admits in a quiet mumble but you still heard it. "I know! It's on the more luxury side and like a whole new brand! It's supposed to smell like orange and sandalwood." "Sandalwood? You wanna smell like a forest?" "Dracooo stop mocking me, please. Try it and tell me how you like it, seriously." You pull off the cap of your new bodyspray and spritz it on your wrist, holding it in front of his nose. You studied his face to see a reaction, but nothing. "Draco? Don't you like it? I chose something fruity because I know you li–" but before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled up from your bed. "Dray, what are you doing?" "We're gonna take a shower, right now." "Oh so you like the stuff from 'the dirty muggle world', huh?" Now you were the one who mocked him and made him roll his eyes but in his opinion it was worth it. "Yeah yeah, we'll see who's gonna laugh when I am ready with you, darling." And just like that your smile dropped to your panties.

sooo this is something different let me know If you liked it ☁️✨

also got inspired by a post from @ahqkas and how Theodore would love your vanilla scent. 🍦

+ i swear the rituals of mehr is SO freaking good! I worked at a rituals shop and it‘s so worth it 🍊

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It’s Always Been You Chapter One

Okay.. so here is the first chapter of my first series. Things will get more exciting! Hope you loves enjoy! 🥰 Things are a little different in this universe and don’t necessarily follow the exact OBX plot line. Here is the back plot for anyone who missed! https://www.tumblr.com/starkeyisthelastname/753335857604329472/hear-me-out-ive-been-thinking-about-this-idea

Rafe is a total dick to other girls, you’ve been warned. 😅

Chapter One:

The girl below him, whose name he couldn’t remember, let out a loud moan as he shoved himself inside her entirely. He pressed her head down into the mattress, telling her to shut the fuck up. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her cunt as he tried to get a quick nut in that night. It had been a long work week, and tonight he needed a distraction from wanting to go out and get wasted. It was when he was mid stroke that his phone rang on the bedside table. He went to ignore it, but eyes glanced over the caller ID to see it read your name.

“Hey slut, listen to me. Don’t make a fuckin sound when I answer this..” Rafe spat, smacking the girl’s ass hard before sliding his thumb across the screen to answer.

You had plans to go out that night with some friends, but now we’re laying in bed with your makeup done, pajamas on as they had changed their minds, leaving you alone on a Saturday night. As you held your phone up to your ear, you heard the voice of your best friend answer after a few rings.

“What’s up?” He asked, hips not slowing down as he continued to thrust into the girl. “Club doesn’t sound too busy?” He laughed, hearing the sound of a tv in the background.

You were completely oblivious to Rafe having company, and if you did know then you would have probably shut yourself down tonight not wanting to think about all the girls he constantly was fucking that weren’t you. It was your own fault really, but he had been your best friend since before you two knew what that even meant. You couldn’t ruin your lifelong friendship by telling him you’d been in love with him since you both were teenagers.

“The girls changed their minds, don’t ask me why either because I don’t even know.” You laughed, as you were sure it had to do with one of them wanting to see their boyfriend instead. “But… can you come over? I’m bored… and can you bring food?” You asked with a soft giggle. It was when you heard a faint moan in the back, that your heart sank. That wasn’t his tv, and you knew it by the name Rafe being followed. “I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t know you were busy. Um.. just text me later.” You said, clearing your throat as the last thing you wanted was for him to hear the sad tone in your voice. It was best you hang up the call and quickly.

Rafe barely had time to respond, before the call ended. His thrusts completely came to a stop, no longer caring about his nut as he tossed his phone on the bedside table and pulled out. “Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.” He said, voice cold as he grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. He hated himself for doing this. Meaningless hook ups to avoid how he felt about his best friend, and his anger only grew as he would have completely dropped this whiny bitch to go over to your place in a heart beat.

The girl sat on the bed, frown on her face as she watched Rafe pull the grey sweatpants over his toned hips and grabbed his vape off the dresser to take a hit of. “B- but, I didn’t cum.” She said with a pout, only to earn a mean laugh from the man that had been inside her the only moments before.

“I told you to the shut the fuck up when I was on the phone, think I care that you didn’t get to cum? Better be out of here by the time I get out of the bathroom.” Rafe said causally, walking towards his connected bathroom, not carrying that she mumbled asshole under her breath.

He was an asshole, always had been. That stemmed from some deeper issues that he didn’t talk about often. The only ones who knew about his mental health problems were his family and you, something no random girl would ever understand. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before slamming his fist on the marble counter of the sink. Why was he continuing this torture on himself? Why was he such a pussy about telling you how he felt?

You heard the beep of the alarm, signaling someone had unlocked the front door. There was only a few people who knew the code, your parents, Sarah, Wheezie and Rafe. Walking down the stairs of your townhome, you saw his tall figure stepping in quietly, a bag of food in his hand. You took a sigh, stepping onto the hardwood floor as you looked at him. You wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn’t. There was no reason to be. Right? He was just doing what Rafe Cameron did.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had your little girlfriend over.” You asked, trying to hide the obvious jealousy in your voice. Your fuzzy slippers glided over to where he stood, taking the food sack from him and turning around to head into the living room. You heard him chuckle behind you, but didn’t look back as you plopped yourself onto the couch.

“Not my fucking girlfriend.” Rafe snorted, throwing his keys on the coffee table. “You know I don’t do serious shit.” He said, collapsing down next to you as you pulled the food out from the bag. He didn’t do committed relationships as he was far too busy working at his father’s company, trying his best to become the man he needed to be. In an out of jail, high off blow and after nearly killing someone, he was trying to do right for the people he loved and more importantly himself. The only committed relationship he was willing to be in was with you, that was if he ever manned up enough to tell you.

As you unwrapped your food, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench at that statement. For as long as you’d known Rafe he’d never dated anyone longer than a month. He was too selfish to be tied down and after everything he had went through during his coke fiend, you knew his focus was work and trying to stay clean. You just wondered if he would ever want anything serious when it came to you.

“And you really thought that bitch was important enough for me to skip coming to hang out with my best friend?” He asked, stealing a fry as he leaned back against the cushion.

Best friend.. and that’s all you would probably would ever be to him. You brushed the thought away, slapping his hand away as he started to reach for another fry. “Why didn’t you just get something if you planned on stealing my food?” You asked with a laugh as he pretended to look hurt that you slapped his hand.

Rafe always seemed to have a stick up his ass for the most part, a brooding look constantly on his handsome face. You knew it was hard for Rafe to let down the wall of being vulnerable, or even his funnier side. You felt lucky that you got to see the side of him that not a lot of people got to experience.

“I just wanted a couple, damn. It’s the least I can get for waiting in that long ass line for some damn chicken strips.” He scoffed, muttering about how the worker was an asshole anyway.

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of one as he pulled his vape from the pocket of his hoodie to take a hit off. “Please tell me you aren’t gonna complain this much on family vacation.” You said, jokingly, meeting his blue eyes you loved so much as you looked up at him.

Blowing out the cloud of flavorful smoke, he rolled his own eyes before leaning his head back against the couch. “Don’t fucking remind me, that my dad picked fucking Disney World of all places.” He said with a grumble, shuddering at the idea of all the kids he was going to have to be around for 7 days.

It had been a tradition every summer for as long as you could remember that both of your families took a trip together. The first one of this year being Disney World, which you were excited for. Rafe on the other hand would rather go anywhere else than the happiest place on earth.

“Wheezie’s been begging to go for years and we’ve always gone elsewhere. Let your sister be happy.” You said, knowing the thirteen year old hardly got to choose anything that she wanted to do as she was the youngest out of everyone.

“She’s 13. Don’t you think she’s a little old for Mickey Mouse or some bullshit.” Rafe said, eyes traveling back to you. The way you looked so effortlessly beautiful, having washed your face free of makeup. Your hair on top of your head in a messy bun, and cute little set pink pajama set on that hugged those gorgeous curves. He wanted to groan, not only from the thought of leaving for Orlando in a few days but also that he wanted you more than anything he ever wanted in his life. Rafe pretty much got whatever his heart desired, except having you as his girl.

“You are never too old for Disney.” You told him, matter of factly as you continued to eat, completely clueless to the fact his cerulean eyes were bored into you as he watched you.

Rafe let out a small chuckle, shaking his head at the fact you and everyone else seemed to be thrilled about visiting a place he didn’t find so magical. “Are you that excited princess?” He asked, the nickname one you were used to but still felt butterflies when he said it.

Swallowing a bite, you looked up at him to meet his gaze with a nod to your head. Disney was the place where dreams came true and maybe there you would finally have the courage to tell your best friend that you were in love with him.

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Father's Day Edition: Dad!Sukuna Head Canons

In celebration of Father's day, I give you my first ever head canon post! Just some of my day dreams of Sukuna as a daddy

If you prefer to read on AO3 click here !

(I dedicate this one to @eevees-hobbies as she inspired me!)

Soft Sukuna, warm Sukuna, little ball of rage...

Dad!Sukuna - who was unamused when you once told him that he was no longer going to be the ‘King of Curses’ but the ‘King of Dirty Diapers and Sleepless Nights’ (He was even less amused when he learned how accurate this was)

Dad!Sukuna - who looked terrified the first time you placed your newborn daughter into his arms. She did look even smaller when being held by his massive, four armed frame

Dad!Sukuna - who is the ultimate ‘put the baby to sleep’ champion, with 4 arms to alternate holding and rocking with. Though you are pretty sure most of it has to do with she is a total daddy’s girl already

Dad!Sukuna - who has bottle fed your daughter on his throne, telling her gently how beautiful she was and reminding her she could do anything as she was the Princess of Curses. (you were going to have to talk about THAT nick name…)

Dad!Sukuna - who was the first person your daughter smiled at and laughed at. He had blinked back tears on both occasions. (He would rather be flayed alive than admit it,)

Dad!Sukuna - who came home after several days away to find his daughter taking several wobbly steps towards him all on her own. He had rushed forward to catch her before she could touch the floor, scooping her up into his arms and telling her he was proud of her. (Something he said often and it made your heart swell every time.)

Dad!Sukuna - who grins from ear to ear as he watches his daughter ride on Uraume’s back as his servant moves back and forth across the room. (How they manage to put so much disdain into their horrible 'neighs' is still a mystery, but only adds to the humor of the sight)

Dad!Sukuna - who, when your daughter said ‘Da’ for the first time, had tried to get her to say it again for the next 10 minutes, calling her a brat and holding her up by the back of her onesie as she giggled loudly (he claimed in defiance) and refused. (Her father’s daughter already)

Dad!Sukuna - who lets his daughter paint all 20 of his fingers and 10 of his toes.

Dad!Sukuna - who sits on the floor with a floral bonnet on his head and a teeny tiny porcelain cup filled with water in his gigantic hand as he attends the most important meetings of his life. Tea parties with his daughter

Dad!Sukuna - who holds his daughter’s tiny hands in his as she stands on his feet, laughing and encouraging him to sway to the song that is playing on the mix list

Dad!Sukuna - who will let his daughter fall asleep in the comfort of her father’s arms as much as possible. You have never seen him so relaxed or his soul so… quiet… as when the two of them are cuddled and resting together. 

Dad!Sukuna - who was an unwanted child, and never wanted a child, but is the best father in the world. Sure he talks tough, but his daughter already knows to ignore it. He treats you like a queen even more so now that she is here, determined to show her how a woman should be treated. 

Dad!Sukuna - who will forever treasure the first father’s day card you ever gave him, with her tiny hand print inside. 

Dad!Sukuna - who for the first time in his very long life, wishes time would slow down and his daughter could stay this little forever.

[artdcnaldson]

i also think like,… in virgin!au… you’ve been best friends with the boys for a while. since you were 12 or 13 maybe. you’ve always been…. pretty comfortable with them. comfortable being goofy.. being silly.. etc. but like. sex never really came up. besides like patrick going on about his trysts and just being a perv. it’s fine!! it’s funny!! you just roll your eyes!!! but now you feel so #shy around them. like you’ve never felt before

Godddd just imagining the summer before you college— Patrick’s at his absolute most horny he’s ever been, slutting himself out for any guy and girl he can get.

You’re staying with his family for the summer, and they really like you because you’re a total good girl, and they’ve known you for years so they know that you have strong morals and standards and maybe you’re going to rub off on Patrick and be a good influence on him. They think the same thing about Art, even though he’s been corrupted plenty by Patrick.

But Patrick goes out, leaves you and Art to the wolves in his large mansion/estate/summer home/whatever. Art could go too, could go find someone random to get his dick wet, but he thinks you look so sweet in a bikini by the pool glistening with droplets of water, listening to music blaring off of a speaker you’d packed for the trip. Art gets off on rubbing in suntan lotion on your shoulders and back, in slipping his fingers just beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms to rub the sunscreen there too. You stretch, or change positions on the lounger and he has to run and jump into the pool, wishing it was colder.

Patrick gets off on coming back, freshly fucked, glowing like a man reborn. He talks about everything he did— how he stretched them out on his fingers, how they felt against his tongue, the lewd sounds they made. When he tells you about the lifeguard at the country club, the one going to Yale who he reduced to two syllables— daddy, over and over and over and over— you feel a strange flip in your tummy, a weird mix of embarrassment and jealousy and need. Patrick relishes in the shy dip of your head, when you stop making eye contact.

It’s why he convinces Art to come with him one night— that they can share the girl a mile down the road, the one with the pink Volkswagen Beetle. When they come home from telling that story, you act scandalized, disgusted. But they know you’re into it. That you can try to hide it and act all innocent and shy, but you’re rocking against your heels as you’re sitting with your legs crossed, seeking pressure and friction against your clit. Maybe you don’t even realize you’re doing it.

And they know you’re a virgin— untouched, innocent, and all those cute words people use to describe it. They’re just waiting until you admit it so they can swoop in and offer to help. That’s what friends are for after all.

[nightcolorz]

Going to vent to you because this seems like a safe space for Armand sympathizers lol…

LIKE obviously Armand is doing all the wrongs, he didn't have to agree to literally any of this, blah blah etc etc BUT GIRL. if the guy i had been casually dating for two years because he had great benefits one day revealed to me that he was a child sex slave, the thing i would not do is be like 'wow, i guess what you're secretly saying is you want me to turn our relationship into an unnegotiated 24/7 TPE huh'.

And then when he came to me in a panic to tell me his life is falling apart and his employees are plotting to kill him and his protection isn't going to last much longer and i should flee the country for my own safety because he's the most vulnerable he's ever been since the time he was abducted by the crazy torture cult, the thing i absolutely would not do at that moment is surprise him by introducing that dynamic into our relationship completely out of nowhere and then order him to stay right here because I've got a totally cool plan to outmanipulate his enemies and I'll be his master now :)

And then I orchestrate a series of hot public encounters where i blur the lines of being angry and disgusted with him right up against ignoring the boundaries he sets and telling him to do whatever i want wherever i want. and because i never bothered to ask him, i don't know if he's genuinely into it or if it's because i've weaponised his trauma when he's feeling unstable, but like, he's the one who manipulated me into doing this anyway by telling me his sad backstory, so actually i'm the victim here??

AND THEN when I tell him my awesome idea of turning a nazi collaborator into a human eating monster machine and I want him to do it even though he is clearly revulsed by this idea from every angle, I'll berate him endlessly for refusing and be annoyed with him because by saying no he's making me turn her and that's not cool bro, and when he begs me not to do it, or at least not to tell him because it's breaking the rules and he's vulnerable to the machinations of the coven rn, I'll shut him up with my dom routine, and then tell him to come watch because he'll realize he does actually want it after he does it.

and when he asks me whether this is a genuine invitation in this moment or if I'm ordering him to do it and will be upset if he doesn't, I'll be so hurt and angry with him because wow, I can't believe after months of using my nonconsensual game of acting like his childhood master to get him to do things for me, he's acting like I'd use my nonconsensual game of pretending to be his childhood master against him, fuck you for trying to manipulate me right now you worthless piece of shit </3.

like even daniel, the most neutral and ethical judge of whether it's okay to make someone a vampire, can tell the only reason he'd set his one boundary at murdering and cursing another human being for eternity is because it's not hot or convenient, and not because of 500 years of witnessing the most insane vampire maker shenanigans known to Europe.

and then the entire audience claps because honestly i'm just trying so hard and my boyfriend just keeps fucking it all up for me and taking away my choices. literally what else could i have done in this situation :(

AHHHH ANON U ATE THIS UP ‼️🙏 and Yes this is absolutely THE safe place for Armand sympathizers!! I am the Armand sympathizer king and u have just brought me an Armand sympathizer gift lined with gold and jewels and placed it in front of my thrown and I’m knighting u Armand sympathizer general as I bow before u

ur so right and it’s actually so crazy to me that this isn’t a more popular take. it’s insane to me bcus im remembering how seriously this fandom was taking Claudia’s s1 sexual assault and how sensitively it was being discussed and now these same ppl r insisting that it’s unfair to “demonize” Louis for preforming non consensual bdsm with a csa victim without any safe word or prior discussion specifically because he told him about his csa and Louis found a chance to leverage control in this relationship. I saw someone insisting that it’s ridiculous to interpret Louis as sexually exploitative for being a pimp because he was a nice pimp and he was self aware about how pimping was bad and like ??? 😭😭 how do I even argue with that, that is just so absurd I’m lost for words. No guys he was one of the good pimps because he “didnt take advantage of his position” (😭⁉️) and he knew that it was wrong to sexually exploit vulnerable women and just chose to do it anyway so see it wasn’t that bad. And because Louis knows sexual abuse is wrong and chooses to do it anyway despite this he clearly isn’t mirroring the sexual abuse Armand experienced in his non consensual power play dynamic with him because uh yeah he wouldn’t do that ig 😭. It’s not like Louis canonically is capable of using sexual exploitation to manipulate people’s vulnerabilities for his stability and gain. Like guys book Louis also felt guilty for being a slave owner and knew it was wrong 😭😭 am I gonna hear “it’s unfair to say Louis being a slave owner was indicative of his negative traits cuz he felt bad about it” come out of ur mouths 😭⁉️cuz oh my god I hope not 😭 “Louis was only a pimp because pimping was his way of keeping his family afloat and asserting the masculine identity he felt obligated to preform for his safety” and he is doing the same thing with Armand guys obviously??!! He is taking advantage of armand’s history of sexual abuse to keep himself safe from vulnerability with the coven and to assert his masculine identity as a shield like 😭 and that doesn’t stop what he’s doing from being wrong like no fucking shit. He’s a complex character and his actions come from a place of fear and not straight forward evil, but that doesn’t mean u have to defend literal sexual abuse to analyze that and to enjoy Louis as ur favorite character 😭 I keep saying this but louis is a great character and there’s nothing wrong with him being ur fav but it is pretty mf weird to insist that everything he does is ok when things that he do include like, non consent 😭

I feel ur annoyances so hard anon, it’s driving me a lil crazy rn cuz in s2 ep6’s wake i have barely seen anyone discuss the Louis fucking Armand in the coffin scene like it was pretty shitty and abusive and not like, non complexly hot and fun and nothing else. Like, Armand has been panicking for a while and insisting to Louis that he is loosing respect from the coven and therefore his control and he’s in danger because of it, and Louis decides to stroll into Armand’s office unannounced, demand he strip for him immediately, demand again without any room for argument when Armand says he can’t, and then fuck Armand in view and ear shot of the whole coven in a degrading power assertion that Louis knows will put Armand in even more of a vulnerable and compromising position, like ?? I get it read the pages to me while I fuck u was pretty hot but omg can we talk about this with some nuance 😭⁉️ this is possibly the most overt instance of Louis not asking, *demanding* that Armand sexually submit and preform for him specifically as a grab to assert dominance over the coven. And Armand of course won’t say no, he’s been quite literally trained to believe that he has services that people r entitled to take from him at any time because he’s a product to be used. He also believes that saying no is not an option because submitting to the master will keep him safe, and Louis I think knows this to an extent and knows that taking advantage of this will help him stay afloat. I believe that this scene was a significant contributor to Armand deciding to betray Louis, because Louis’s actions *do* put him in danger with the coven and cause him to loose his position of power (Santiago mocking him for getting fucked by Louis cough cough). And Armand at this point is realizing, I can choose to be in a relationship with Louis that is causing my sense of stability and safety to fall apart, or I can choose to regain my position of power by forgoing Louis and getting to retain my safety. When u think about it like that it makes perfect sense for him to do that 😭 and I’m tired of seeing takes treating Armand like he’s a sneaky little snake and not a cornered animal

on the subject of Daniel because u mentioned him at the end there, oh my god it has pissed me off since the beginning how a lot of people act like Daniel is the embodiment of the neutral, unbiased correct word of god figure who is just telling the audience how it really is. Like?? No??? 😭😭 Daniel is a shitty journalist and a shitty person, he’s borderline racist and ignorant, he is not looking to expand his perspective or approach his subjects with any empathy or nuance because he decided going in that he hates them and they r bad, which is like?? Defeats the entire purpose of the affective journalism that he is trying to preform 😭😭 He is NOT the guy u should be getting ur takes from, he is a character like any other, he is not a source for correct analysis or meta or unfiltered truth.

But anyways lol, not to be personal and vulnerable in the gay vampire sex tv show post but it’s rlly disheartening for me to witness this blatant excusing and downplaying of a sexually abusive dynamic as someone who has experienced a very similar type of “but was it technicallyyy non consensual though..?” Sexual abuse. Like guys pls 😭🙏 I thought that “bdsm dynamic that merges with actual, genuine grabs for control and blurs the line between fun sex and real demands or anger” was like considered unambiguously bad? 😭 There asses do NOT have a safe word. In conclusion anon u r everything to me and everyone else um USE UR BRAIN🔥🔥🔥🔥

thank u sm for the ask OMGG ur so well spoken and correct and I enjoyed reading ur ask so so much

[hanafubukki]

Okay. Listen. I know Ortho is baby. But. He'd totally be like the kids who see their parents going at it and will tell people about it (although he won't refer to is as 'wrestling'). Rooming with your brother is hard, ya know? So one day while you and Idia are at it, Ortho unexpectedly comes back to the room. And you and Idia hurry to cover up, but in the meantime Ortho's just...frozen. And then while the two of you are scrambling, Ortho's just like, "Oh! OH! You are having intercourse! That is typically done when partners love each other so much that they want to reproduce together! Nii-san, I'm so happy you've found someone who makes you that happy!" And then he'll leave to give them room but anyone who spots him and asks why he's in a good mood will be met with, "Nii-san was having intercourse!"

Hello Anonie 🌺🌷💚

…congrats Anonie, you killed me with second hand embarrassments. 😂😆

You know what’s worse about this? Kids forget (sometimes, unless you’re like me and remember the weirdest details from childhood but not the important stuff), but Ortho never will 🤣🤣

God, if Ortho came and said that to me I would never be able to look him in the eye or Idia either. 😅 I’m pretty sure Idia is having his own meltdown too.

….you know what? I’m moving across the planet. In fact, I’m digging the hole there right now 😆

[herejusttosufferalong]

Never got this Ross and Rachel compression for Polin. Aren't they like Monica and Chandler more? Cause they were the friends to lovers trope in the series, no?

Ross and Rachel were a toxic mess of everything.

Luke is shading there. If Nic did shut down things between them, I totally get it. Coworkers, first, and any mature woman out there wouldn't want to be rebound for the guy, who recently broke up with a long-term gf.

Speculation again, but if it is the case, her intention could be 'come to your senses, babe, get over the heart break and maybe then after your head is clear, we will or won't'' or could be she just simply rejected him, who knows. In the end he did the opposite, came to track of being on rockstar ride and frat boy, instead of dealing with all the feelings alone and taking time to reflect. Luke needs therapy instead of jumping from one woman to another. And now we see how his reactive emotions unfold right in front of our salads.

He is not the bad guy though. He is lost. That's what I agree with you on. I do believe he will grow out of it. Hope it wouldn't flop is career, he has a gift

To me Ross and Rachel is L/N coded.

This is my personal opinion on what may have happened last year.

J and L break up end of 2022, you could tell they are drifting prior to that. But then not too long after the breakup she rolled out a new bf that she was working with. Whether she cheated physically or emotionally it doesn't really matter because I believe that Luke was in the same boat with Nic during S3 filming. It's all morally gray.

The intimacy scenes were really important to them for a reason but why? Nic was terrified and Luke was excited. I'm sure there was many reasons as to why for both respectively but it's very interesting nonetheless. Nic said herself they had been repressing their chemistry for years. Luke has admitted the lines between himself and Colin are blurred at times. So they are both carrying all of this energy into a very intimate time of filming on the heels of his breakup. He is very vulnerable so everything is heightened, blurred lines.

There are claims that N and L hooked up at the S3 wrap party but we have no proof. She was also filming Big Mood at the time which she later became linked to a co-star from that show. So did something actually happen between N and L? Possibly when emotions were at a high, but I'm leaning towards nothing happened. Maybe they recognized something between them and talked about it. They have given a very interesting answer multiple times on friends becoming lovers, saying having clear communication and being aware of how it will effect the friend group dynamic is important.

I believe they were aware of their mutual attraction but knew that it was not the right time. S3 filming was wrapping up, Nic had several upcoming projects and Luke had just come out of a long term relationship. They needed to breathe and exist outside of their Bridgerton bubble before exploring anything together.

I just don't think Luke had the right support system in place at the time, hence the "hot boy summer"

[shiny-crocodile]

the best person i’ve ever met

lucy bronze x ona batlle

Summary:

lucy and ona origin story; semi-slow burn, semi-quick; multi chapters that will get a little smutty

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

CHAPTER 2

Chapter Summary: waffles, christmas songs, thirst traps and first dates

The next morning Ona’s head was pounding. She had clearly overdone it, which she very rarely did. As she looked around the room for water she grabbed her phone and saw 2 messages from Millie and one instagram follow notification.

She knew which one she was more desperate to see, quickly opening instagram to see “Lucy Bronze has followed you”.

Ona jumped out of bed in celebration, although a little too quickly as she had to steady herself and lay back down slowly, the room spinning around her.

She switched out of instagram and into her messages and suddenly felt the sickness rise up again. Her euphoric high cut short.

There were drunken messages between her and Millie that she had absolutely zero recollection of.

2:08am

Millie T - sorry if I’ve been off today. I don’t know what came over me.

Millie T - Lucy obviously spoke to you. Can I come to your room to talk?

Ona - too tired

Ona - spoke to me about what??

Lucy had thought about mentioning the bizarre interaction to Ona but she wasn’t trying to create drama at her best friend’s wedding. She just wanted everyone to have a good night, aside from the fact she had no idea how she’d bring up something like that.

Millie - doesn’t matter. I’m just sorry if I ruined your night.

Ona - you didn’t

Ona - But if you don’t tell me what you said you may do

Ona could be firm when she wanted to, especially after a few drinks. Sober Ona cringed at her forcefulness as she reread the messages.

She then listened to an uncomfortably long voice note where Millie basically revealed every detail of her and Lucy’s short conversation, including the “shit where you eat” comment.

Ona couldn’t believe Millie would speak like that, and felt totally humiliated that she would talk to Lucy about her in that way. That she would say that to anyone really, but especially Lucy.

Ona - you said WHAT???!

Ona - that is seriously fucked up

Millie - I know I’m so sorry, it was out of order.

Millie - Can I please come to your room to explain?

Millie - Ona?

Ona was gone to the world, completely passed out by this point.

7.08am

Millie - I am really sorry. You have every right to be angry. I’m going to make an early start and head back to Manchester but I’ve told Less to meet you at breakfast at 9, she’ll give you a ride home.

Ona sighed. She hated any drama or confrontation, dreading the thought of what she’d even say to Lucy if she saw her again.

Even though she was clearly furious last night, the younger right back knew she would eventually hear Millie out when her head wasn’t throbbing, but for now she couldn’t bring herself to respond.

She checked the time and saw it was already 9.05, so quickly grabbed some trackies and a hoodie from her bag, cleaned herself up and lugged her overnight bag downstairs.

When she reached the breakfast hall she looked around but couldn’t see Less. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, ready to call when a man’s voice said, “Hello, what room number?”

“Um 215,” Ona said to the waiter.

“Ah your friend is waiting for you this way,” he said, wandering off to let Ona hurry behind, in no state to be trying to keep up like this.

He pointed over to a booth in the corner where she didn’t see Less but she did see a quite disheveled, but somehow still crazy hot brunette.

“Bon dia,” Ona said as she reached the table.

Lucy looked up from her phone. She was amazed at how the younger girl managed to look this good after last night. She was throwing up 8 hours ago and now she looked like she’d just come off a photoshoot.

“Bon dia, bonita,” Lucy greeted, her croaky morning voice making Ona’s stomach flutter. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well, although it looks like all my friends have abandoned me.”

“Their loss, my gain,” Lucy said cheekily. Ona may have been hungover, but flirty Lucy was bringing her back to life. “I actually relieved Less of her duties. Thought it was easier if her and Jordan went together because they’re both heading to London and I’ll take you back to Manchester. I’ve nicked Jordan’s rental. I hope that’s ok with you? I’m not abducting you or anything.”

Ona was giddy at the thought of spending a 2 hour drive alone with Lucy. “That’s more than ok,” Ona confirmed, “as long as Jordan’s ok being friends with a car thief, I’m ok being abducted.”

“Perfect,” Lucy said, also excited to spend more time with Ona. “The buffet here has waffles, shall I grab you some?”

The generosity made her even more endearing but Ona didn’t want Lucy to have to do too much, after all she was hungover too. “Let’s go together.”

They made their way over to the waffles station. Hands and hips bumping into each other as they walked and then again as they constructed their waffles.

Lucy went for fruit and maple syrup, whereas Ona went for chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate.

Lucy took the plates back to the table while Ona went and got them juices. It was all very domestic for a pair that had only properly met about 18 hours ago, and both of them noticed it.

While she didn’t want to bring the mood down, Ona had to mention Millie and apologise for what she had said to Lucy. Finding it too awkward to mention the actual phrase used.

“You don’t need to apologise, if she’s having an off day that’s not on you,” Lucy continued, “Plus I wasn’t too bothered about it. More bothered by the fact you’re coming for my spot on the team, but a little health competition never hurt anybody.”

Ona knocked her leg against Lucy’s playfully at the joke. Relieved that the older brunette could see the funny side and not drag out the awkwardness.

“Is it even competition? I’ll mop the floor with you Bronze” she teased, using one of her favourite English sayings.

“Oooo a challenge, it’s so on.”

Ona had to switch out from the joking and turn serious for a second, “but none of that is official or anything and Millie really shouldn’t have said anything. So please don’t say anything to anyone.”

“Your secret is safe with me, bonita.”

/////

They stayed at the breakfast table until they were politely kicked out, trying each others waffles and gossiping about the previous night before heading out to the car. Lucy taking Ona’s bag from her to slot it in the car.

“Wow this is a nice car, we’ve done Jordan a disservice making her squeeze in Less’s Ford Fiesta,” Ona joked as she slid herself into the passenger seat.

Before Lucy could respond the back door swung open with Tooney shouting, “you weren’t going to leave me behind were you?”

“No Tooney, I could never forget about you. Just warming the car up for you,” Lucy responded. She looked over to Ona who had a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes before smiling round at Tooney.

“I thought you might have gone with Millie,” Ona said in a friendly enough way that her disappointment wouldn’t show.

“Nope! I thought this would be more fun,” Tooney said, squeezing both their shoulders, “now pass the aux, it’s time for Tooney’s Christmas Classics!”

Lucy half laughed half sighed as she passed the aux back to Tooney and started the engine, lightly squeezing Ona’s thigh as an attempt at an apology for their third wheel before returning her hands to the steering wheel as she set off heading for Manchester.

Both younger players fell asleep within 5 minutes, it was Silent Night that did it, and slept all the way to Manchester. Lucy didn’t mind. She slightly minded Tooney’s snoring, who was sprawled out in the back seat. But Ona looked delicate and sweet as she slept with her knees hugged to her chest in the passenger seat.

After a couple of hours they drove into Manchester, and Lucy needed some directions. “Ona,” she whispered, gently shaking her leg.

Ona moaned herself awake, which Lucy felt her stomach go weak at the sound of.

“Bon dia, again,” Lucy said softly. “Which way do I need to go to your apartments?”

Ona opened her eyes and looked around, realising where she was as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. “Oh wow, we’re so close. Sorry Lucy, I didn’t mean to sleep this whole time!”

“It’s ok, you’re a cute sleeper, shame about that one though,” Lucy said, gesturing to a snoring Tooney in the back seat.

Ona laughed, “God she is the worst, either chatting non stop or snoring, there is no middle ground. Next left here by the way.”

The Spaniard directed Lucy the rest of the way, doing it in Spanish to give Lucy some more practice before they arrived at the apartment block where both Ona and Tooney lived.

“Oi!” Lucy shouted, shaking Tooney and startling her. “Wake up ya snorer!”

Ona laughed at their dynamic, it was younger-older siblings energy. Lucy took both girls’ bags out the boot, handing them over as Tooney gave her a quick hug, “see you next camp, Bronzey, thank you for the lift, you’re a sensational driver.”

“Alright,” Lucy said pushing her towards the door. Turning to face Ona.

“Bye, you,” Lucy said, delicately pushing a strand of hair behind Ona’s ear. Lucy was the queen of tactile touches, especially when she felt so at ease with someone.

Ona tried to ignore the melting feeling, “have a lovely Christmas. Are you in Manchester for it?”

“No I’m heading to back north now,” Lucy mumbled.

“What?!” Ona exclaimed, “you drove us all this way just to drive back?”

Lucy could sense this was coming off a bit intense now that she thought about it. “Well I’m gonna go pick my sister up from round the corner and drive her back as well, so two birds with one stone,” she lied.

“ONAAAA” Tooney shouted with her terrible pronunciation, “I’m holding the lift, people are getting mad!”

“Well that’s my que, thank you so much for the lift,” Ona said as she lent in to give Lucy a peck on the cheek, mirroring the one Lucy had given her the previous night, before she slowly walked backwards towards the door. “Oh and thank you for saving my feet with the trainers, and my hair from the vomit. God, what a mess.”

Lucy laughed after Ona, “you’ll have to make it up to me.”

Ona pulled open the door shouting, “oh I will,” leaving both girls in a giddy state as they parted ways.

Lucy drove off back up north, ready for another 2 hours of Christmas songs as she tried unsuccessfully to get the pretty Spanish girl out of her head.

/////

Christmas flew by and so did new year, Lucy in England and Ona back in Spain, swapping countries. The two girls would interact a bit with the odd message but nothing major. These interactions mainly came after Ona dropped a thirst trap on instagram, which only made her drop more.

For all Lucy knew, this could have been Ona’s regular posting schedule as she’d only just started following her. But Ona knew there was only one person she wanted to see her photos, only one reaction she was looking for.

Weeks passed and the interactions stayed similar. Private reactions to photos but keeping things relatively low key. Neither girl had really discussed the flirtation with their friends because there was nothing really to discuss. Until the photos from the wedding came out.

Day 1s Group Chat

Lucy S - oh my god look at this!!!!!!!

She attached a photo showing Ona looking at Lucy with the widest grin imaginable.

Jordan - no way 😂 😂 😂 heart eyes for days

Lucy S - also just realised I got so caught up in honeymooning and being married that I completely forgot we needed a debrief

Lucy S - the heart eyes are EVERYTHING

Jordan - care to provide details @Lucy B . I will say that my car was stolen the next day so a certain Spanish girl could be chauffeured home!

Lucy S - 🤣 stop it!!

Lucy S - Bronzey wake tf up, we need details

Lucy B - I do look pretty good in that, heart eyes understandable

She saved down the photo, ignoring the demands for a debrief for now as she switched over to IG to send the photo to Ona.

@.lucybronze - woahhhhh you must have really fancied me that night, hey?

@.ona.batlle - the amount of people that have already sent me this. Photographers really not let me get away with it have they?

@.lucybronze - not at all, done you dirty. What is it the young people say? Heart eyes don’t lie?

@.ona.batlle - showing your age there

@.lucybronze - showing your heart eyes there

@.ona.batlle - you’re annoying

@.lucybronze - maybe but you 😍 it

@.ona.batlle - want to see the heart eyes in person next week?

@.lucybronze - no way. Really? the annoying worked?

@.ona.batlle - yeah kinda, few days off. I did say I would make it up to you. Could see family, friends, you. Hit birds with stones as you say.

@.lucybronze - close enough 😂 I’d like that a lot

They exchanged numbers and switched from instagram to texts. Ona said she would make it up to Lucy but Lucy did everything, found the bar, made dinner reservations and just told Ona where to be and when.

Both girls were beyond excited. Despite only meeting a few weeks ago this somehow felt like a long time coming.

Lucy was probably more nervous than her Spanish counterpart. Still excited, but nervous. She had been on a few dates since her breakup but they were all first meetings or set up by friends. This felt a bit more weighted, maybe because this could actually lead to something.

When Lucy was messaging Ona she felt completely calm, but when she had time to think about it she worried if she was really ready for this. Had she rushed into this too quickly? Should she have been on more less meaningful dates before agreeing to this one? Did Ona even see this as a date? Lucy was over thinking, big time.

//////

After what felt like 7 months rather than 7 days, the day finally came and the girls had agreed to meet at the bar Lucy had booked. Ona was staying at her friend and Spain teammate Jana’s flat. She could have stayed with her family but they live further out, although it did mean she would have to tell someone they both knew about the date. She could hardly sneak out like a teenager while staying with her friend.

“So who’s the girl?” Jana pried as she sat on the spare room bed while Ona got ready. She had already put her clothes on and had opted for light blue jeans, a cream top with a low cut, and a leather jacket. Completing the outfit with pale blue dunks. It was early February in Barcelona so still a bit cold, and she may not be wearing enough layers but if that meant an older brunette was forced to keep her warm, she would take the risk.

“Just a friend of a friend from home,” Ona answered, giving away nothing as she straightened her hair.

“But I know your friends, which one? Do you have a photo?”

Ona knew the questioning would be relentless, it was who Jana was. But she was going to stay strong. It was very very early days, she knew this could easily get complicated and messy if their mutuals were aware and she didn’t want to risk that.

Lots of players could handle that kind of drama, but Ona wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. She had family and non-football friends she could confide in if she needed to. It wasn’t like her love life was a secret from everyone. She just didn’t feel the need to involve teammates at this stage.

Lucy’s getting ready experience was somewhat different. Instead of Jana yapping at her she had her dog Narla. “Yes, I know, it’s dinner time,” Lucy said, pausing her make up routine to lead her nagging dog out the bedroom and into the kitchen.

She sorted Narla out and headed back into the room to finish getting ready. Lucy had gone with some loose dark blue jeans and a long sleeved tight white crew neck. Seemingly dressing for a different temperature than Ona, she opted for a grey bomber jacked and a green puffer jacket. Even in Barcelona, she still felt the winter cold more than most.

As her Uber chimed as 2 minutes away she threw her keys and card in her pockets and headed past Narla to stroke her goodbye before going downstairs.

/////

Lucy was the first to arrive, there 5 minutes early. She was always the last out on the pitch but she had made the booking over the phone so wanted to arrive to make sure she’d made the right request as her Spanish still had something to be desired.

Lucy took her seat at a table in the middle of the bar. She had tried to book a booth over the phone but had obviously failed in her Spanish. She tried again to explain but after a couple of minutes of mutual confusion, she decided to give up and started looking through the drinks menu while she waited for Ona.

10 minutes had passed and although it wasn’t long, Ona’s lateness wasn’t helping with Lucy’s nerves. Maybe she should message to check she’s still coming? Maybe she should have messaged 5 hours ago to reconfirm? Yet again, Lucy’s brain was moving a mile a minute.

As Ona entered the bar, she suddenly felt a rush of nerves as well. She’d been feeling calm all day and in the days leading up but now she’s got an overwhelming feeling that she should have thought this through more.

The nerves settled as quickly as they appeared when she spotted Lucy, sat at a table in the middle of the bar studying the drinks menu intensely.

“Hi there,” Ona said as she stood next to the table. Lucy stood up in a hurry. Bashing her knee and wincing as she did so, trying to cover it with a pained smile, which Ona found adorable.

“Hey you,” Lucy said, wrapping Ona in a warm hug as she regained some of her rizz after her awkward knee bump. ��How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m sorry I’m late, couldn’t find my phone,” Ona explained, then laughed, “it was in my pocket.”

Lucy pulled out Ona’s chair for her as she sat down.

“Thanks,” Ona said, smiling up at her. “Did you mean to book a table in the middle of the bar?”

It was as if Ona had read her mind. “Not really,” Lucy laughed. “I tried to book a booth but it seems my Spanish lessons aren’t really working.”

“I can help with that,” Ona said playfully, “and this.”

The younger brunette smiled over to a waitress to get her to come over and was quickly successful. She whipped out some Catalan. Obviously Lucy knew it was her first language but she still found it sexy to hear Ona easily request what she had tried multiple times to do. Ona gestured towards Lucy, saying something that made both Catalan speakers laugh before she got up and held her hand out for Lucy as they followed the waitress to their newly acquired booth.

“Easy for some,” Lucy said. “I probably tried about 5 times do that.”

Ona laughed, resting her hand on Lucy’s on instinct. “You’ll get there. But she thought you were trying to flirt with her, saying cariño (honey) instead of cabina.”

“Oh god, I must have seemed like some relentless creep then,” Lucy sighed, annoyed at herself for not being good at something, it was a rarity.

The girls ordered some cocktails and caught up on their last few weeks. Lucy wasn’t a huge messager, and neither was Ona, which was a blessing now because there was lots to catch up on and zero awkward silences.

Ona had been away to Malta with the Man United girls, and explained how her and Millie had managed to patch things up.

“She actually reached out and messaged me to say sorry,” Lucy confessed, “which was nice of her.”

Ona played with her straw and avoided eye contact, “yeah it turned out she was a little bit jealous of you.”

“For what?” Lucy asked, encouraging Ona to explain more.

“Well we went for a coffee in Malta and she basically confessed that she had a bit of a crush on me and I guess seeing me and you get on, knowing I could be leaving Man U for Barcelona, it just all got a little too much for her,” Ona explained, still avoiding looking at Lucy who was patiently waiting for the eye contact to come back.

“Ah right,” Lucy said, “so did anything come of that chat?” She asked, trying to act as chill as possible while wanting to know if there was anything for her to worry about.

Ona stopped avoiding eye contact then, sensing some concern in Lucy’s tone. “Not at all! We just talked it out, I let her down easy I think,” Ona explained, “I didn’t mention the bit where I’m holding out hope for another English defender.”

Lucy felt a warm, calm feeling come over her at Ona’s words. She shifted even closer to the Spanish girl, placing a hand on her thigh as her whole body faced her. “Well hate to let you down but I’m 98% sure that Alex is straight,” Lucy teased.

“Shut up,” Ona warned playfully. Shuffling herself even closer to the English girl as she placed a hand gently on Lucy’s hip and pulled herself in, moving her face touching distance from Lucy’s, shifting her eyes between the English girls eyes and mouth, while slowly closing the gap between their faces to press her lips gently on Lucy’s.

The kiss was everything, it was gentle and caring and everything Ona had built it up as in her mind. Lucy’s lips tasted like vanilla, mixing with the cherry of Ona’s to produce an intoxicating flavour.

What started gentle quickly became heated as Lucy put her hand round the back of the younger girl’s head as she teased her tongue against Ona’s mouth, asking for access. The Spaniard granted it as the two girls got lost in each other. Exploring the other’s mouth with their tongues while they explored the other’s body with their hands.

Ona sucking on Lucy’s tongue drew a soft moan from the English girl, both completely forgetting where they were or that there were people around until they had no choice but to stop for air.

Lucy didn’t expect a kiss to happen so soon into the night, although she was grateful that it rid her of any of the remaining nerves she had about the date, now confident it was indeed a date.

“Wow,” Lucy said, stroking Ona’s hair out of her face and placing a delicate peck on the younger player’s nose before she moved back slightly, still staring into her mesmerising brown eyes as she basked in the high.

“Not quite Alex Greenwood, but you’ll do,” Ona said, her time to get in on the joke and make Lucy let out a proper laugh, filling Ona with pride at drawing that out of her.

“I’m just grateful you didn’t throw up this time,” Lucy said cheekily, marking Ona’s turn to break into laughter.

The pair carried on chatting while constantly playing with each other’s hands, Ona occasionally rubbing her hands up and down Lucy’s upper arms affectionately, managing to get in a few more make out sessions. They spoke about everything and anything, it was lighthearted and fun, sprinkled with flirty jokes, insane eye contact and a healthy amount of winding each other up.

“I booked a Sushi place round the corner for dinner or we can just stay here,” Lucy said, finishing up her 3rd cocktail of the evening, looking down at the time on her watch.

Ona slurped the remainder of her Piña Colada, “sushi, always sushi! Did you know that was my favourite?”

Lucy shuffled awkwardly, “I may have asked for a bit of help from our matchmaker.”

“She’ll love being called that,” Ona said, finding Lucy’s confession and awkwardness over it the sweetest thing. The Spaniard lifted up Lucy’s hand, placing a soft kiss on her fingers to show her just how sweet she found it, before turning around to grab her jacket, eager to move on to their next stop.

Ona settled up the bill, despite Lucy’s protests. Ona insisted as it was meant to be her making up for the wedding weekend after all, although she had to give in to agreeing for Lucy to pay for dinner, just to stop her stubbornness.

The pair stepped out of the bar arm in arm but the temperature had dropped and Lucy felt Ona shiver against her.

“Here, have this,” Lucy said, taking off her puffer jacket and handing it to Ona.

“Oh no, you’ll get cold,” Ona protested weakly, knowing this was her plan all along.

Lucy shook her head, helping Ona into the coat. “Don’t be silly, why do you think I wore two.”

Ona used the collar of Lucy’s bomber jacket to pull the English player closer to her, kissing her gently before whispering, “gràcies”.

The pair spent the 10 minute walk to the sushi restaurant switching between arms around shoulders and waists to Ona wrapping her hand around Lucy’s upper arm, enjoying the feel of her strong biceps.

As they walked through the entrance Lucy stopped in her tracks. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said, eyes catching the blue ones of the girl sat in the middle of the restaurant.

Keira looked like she had seen a ghost, shivering with the cold breeze entering the restaurant from the open door. She dropped her fork, grabbing the attention of everyone in the restaurant, including the blonde sat opposite, who instantly turned around to see what Keira was staring at.

“Shit,” Keira’s companion said, quickly turning back around.

Ona meanwhile was completely unphased. She had met Keira a few times through mutual friends so she waved enthusiastically at Keira, who gave her a forced smile in return.

“Shall we say hi?” Ona asked, turning to Lucy who also looked like she’d seen a ghost, or two…

[ofspark]

SHOTGUN VERSION / FFXVI VERSE: Branded, hailing from Sanbreque. Since absconded from the Imperial forces due to the deeply rooted systemic corruption and an emperor straying from the regard of his people. Once a decorated knight, now an integral part of the Hideaway's reach and influence on a combative front. From hunts to dispatching severe threats that draw too close to settlements where connections are located.

DEFECTION: During the battle between Sanbreque and Waloed, she is cornered by Waloed forces. Her existence as a bearer had been kept secret since birth until this particular moment where magics are employed to survive and see another day. She is therein ousted and stripped of both mantle and status wherefore she defects before enslavement after being branded. Taking on the moniker of Lightning.

[wellthatschaotic]

neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

[yotd2009]

oh yeah. the reason why i decided to reread tbhk (and thus it was able to hit me like a truck this time around) was actually not bc of mitsukou going canon but actually bc i maybe accidentally started a tbhk book club w my kids at work and wanted to check the contents of it justttt in case before i put the books in their hands

[technovillain]

oh man. i am so......... i will vent in the tags

[puppybearuniverse]

thinking about the tragedy that is never truly getting to be close with my family. i feel guilty about it sometimes. but then i remember how hard I've tried, my entire life, to connect. and i remember the things they did to me in return. and i remember that it's okay not to have a relationship with them.

[seilon]

hoo boy it’s just now rly hitting me that I may not be able to play sports/do physical activities that significantly stress my left wrist like. basically ever again. possibly. hm

[lokigodofaces]

studying political science means every day i go online and see people spouting off nonsense and people believing them

[luveline]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

Spencer calls you drunk and in need of rescue. You confess a few secrets to him while he won’t remember them (or so you think). 3k, fem

cw drunk!spencer, mentioned past drug use, confident/bombshell!reader, flirting, spencer getting some well deserved comfort, a handful of his drunken compliments, insecurity, intense mutual pining

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You’re blissfully sleeping in the arms of a REM cycle when your phone rings. It pulls you by the chest, a punch of shock and expectancy at once. It’ll be someone calling you into work, Hotch himself if you’re lucky. 

You search blindly for your phone. If you’re even luckier, it’ll be a wrong number. Your fingers curl around the little body of your phone and you bring it to your ear without checking the number, frazzled. “Hello?” you ask hoarsely. 

Total quiet. 

“Hello?” You pull the screen away. The caller reads: SPENCER. You pull it back rather than hang up. “Hey, Spencer. Are you there?” 

“Hello.” He laughs. “Hello, are you there?” 

“I’m here, Spencer, where are you?” 

“That’s an interesting question, actually, and I’m sure there’s a great answer, but…” 

“But what?” You sit up quickly, your throat aching with sleep. Your room is black as coal pitch. “Spencer, what time is it, my love?” 

“You shouldn’t call me stuff like that.” 

“Stop being weird and tell me where you are.” 

He laughs like a hyena. You can see it in your mind, his smile and all his pearly perfect teeth. You love it when he smiles like that and he rarely ever does. “I’m somewhere and I need your help getting home!” he says with another funny laugh. 

“Are you alright? You sound…” He sounds inebriated. 

Spencer struggled with his drug problem for so long before you found out. You just hadn’t been around enough, and when you were he’d gotten good at hiding it. You can still remember how furious you’d been with everyone, including him, because you could’ve helped, would’ve done anything to support him through it. If he’s hurting now and hasn’t told you, you love him, but you’ll be insanely angry. 

“Spencer?” you ask quietly. 

“I went for drinks with a girl but she didn’t like me and I may have drowned my sorrows too much,” he admits. “Um. Did you know gin is very strong?” 

“Aw, baby. You’re cheating on me?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he says, and hiccups. 

“Where are you?” 

After some hassle wherein you persuade Spencer to give the phone to someone else in the bar for a slightly less drunk interrogation, you dress and gather your bearings for the drive. You zip a hoodie up over your pyjamas, stuff your feet into some old converse, and set out into the dark to find him. 

He calls you again as you’re parking. “Hello,” he says as soon as you answered. “I need you to come and get me.” 

Spencer called you twice to save him. Even if he doesn’t remember, he’s called you to come and get him when he knows he needs help, and that realisation is hard to ignore. “Spencer, I’m two minutes away, I’m parking. You’re still where you were?” 

“Where was I?” 

“At the bar, sweetheart. Are you still there?” It’s scarily dark out and you didn’t grab any sort of defensive measure before you came, which you regret now, climbing out of your car to walk the dimly lit road. The bar glows like a beacon to be followed. 

“Still where?” 

“Did you hit your head?” 

“Not to my knowledge. Though I’m not sure I have much right now. I feel like I’m forgetting everything I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot. You know I can read about eighty average length novels in one hour on an e-reader? The buttons make it faster.” 

“You haven’t told me that before.” You shiver against the nighttime winds, footsteps heavy on the grey sidewalk. 

“I’m trying to be more conversational. Emily says it’s not working.” 

“You’re conversational. Isn’t the only condition of being conversational to prompt a conversation? We’re always talking.” 

“…What?” 

You laugh like crazy. “Spencer, you don’t need to change the way you talk.” 

“I annoy people.” 

“You don’t annoy me.” 

You approach the door of the bar, a ramshackle sheet of plywood over what looks to be a glass door. The bar building seems in similar dessaray, with modern features wrecked by scratches and smashed panes. It’s a real dive. Spencer couldn’t have meant to come here. 

You war with both hands to open the door and find yourself faced with a long and empty corridor leading to another door. Worried you’re going to get kidnapped, you bring the phone back to your ear, Spencer’s chatting an immediate greeting. “…telling me I’m doing something wrong without telling me what it is, it’s impossible.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, can you come to the door?” 

“I don’t think I have control of my legs,” he says without inflection. 

“It’s definitely the building with the smashed door?” 

“Yesssss. Are you here?” he asks excitedly. 

“I better not get murdered, Spencer Reid.” 

“Am I in trouble?” 

“How are you even keeping the phone to your ear right now?” 

“I’m on speaker phone. Milly showed me how to do it. Say hi, Milly.” 

“Hi Milly,” a new voice says. 

You rub your eyes with one hand and square your shoulders, prepared to defend yourself if the creepy door leads to a creepier room. 

Spencer is immediately visible from the get go. You open the door on to a rather cosy looking bar, which you’re thinking might be the whole point; wretched exterior, secret attraction. Warm orange light ebbs into the space from sconces and a faux fireplace, while a wrestling match playing from the small TV behind the bar casts brighter light down onto Spencer’s shoulders. He looks out of place, dressed in a white oxford shirt and a suit jacket, his tie loosened and hanging from either side of his neck, compared to the lingering patrons who sit dotted around the room in booths and on barstools. One such patron sits in a plaid shirt and a trucker hat, her hair to her back, thick and dark. 

You hang up the call and put your phone in your pocket. Spencer gasps like he’s been smacked and picks his own phone up from the bar, clicking at buttons with clumsy fingers. “No,” he hums sadly. 

“Spencer,” you say, not wanting to disturb the people spending their sorry-looking night here. “Spencer. Hey, Spence!” 

His phone tips between his fingers. The woman you assume to be Milly catches it and offers it back without looking too far from her beer. 

“Hey,” you say gently, crossing a wide empty space to meet him. The room itself is shaped like a horseshoe, the bar taking up a surprising amount in the centre, and booths and tables placed around it. Spencer’s off of his barstool as you approach, eyes like puppy dog’s, arms extended. “You okay?” you ask. 

You can feel eyes on you both from every angle, but it doesn’t matter, not when Spencer’s falling into your arms (or on to them —he’s surprisingly tall when you aren’t wearing heels). “You alright?” you ask again. 

“You don’t have to be worried, I’m fine.” 

He’s less coordinated in real life than he’d sounded over the phone, his slurring unmissable, his hands like jumping fish as he tries to hug you. It’s weird and straining to take his weight but you do it without complaint. He smells the same, at least, only his cedary cologne is sharpened by the tang of gin on his breath. 

“Thank god you’re here,” he whispers. 

“Why?” you ask, pulling away to check for danger. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, handsome,” you say, genuine but laying it on thick simultaneously as you ease his head back to cup his cheek. You can’t help yourself. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever met, and it gets worse every year. 

He frowns at you deeply. “I don’t like first dates.” 

“Then don’t go on them,” you suggest, “you don’t need to until you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready for love,” he says. You pull your lips into a flattened line, unsure of what to say, how to explain that it’s waiting for him, but his chin dips towards his neck and his eyes lock onto your face. “You’re not wearing makeup. God, you’re so pretty.” 

You flinch away from him. “Fuck, Spencer.”

“I’m sorry! It’s not that you don’t look pretty with makeup, but I never see you without it!” 

You’d forgotten you weren’t wearing any. Makeup isn’t a shield, exactly, but you like putting your best foot forward, so to speak. You’ve no clue what you look like tonight, hadn’t managed to look in the mirror, you’d been focused on getting to Spencer before he got lost. You can imagine the puffiness.

Spencer touches your cheek. You let him turn you mostly because he’s surprised you, his eyes roving up and down your face with a fawning curiosity. 

“You’re beautiful. You know that already, but people don’t tell you enough,” he says, his hand falling from your cheek. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, “let’s get you home.” 

You thank Milly for her help and grab Spencer’s bag from the floor to hang on your shoulder. You’d make a joke about how heavy it was if you didn’t think he’d take it from you, and, considering how drunk he is, topple over from the imbalance it provides. His shirt is clammy where you push your hand through his arm to link them, his footsteps wobbly. 

“I didn’t want to go on a date,” he says. 

“Then why did you go?” you ask, helping him over the door jam into the long hallway. 

“I don’t want to be alone forever.” 

“Spencer, you won’t be.” It doesn’t feel like the best time to bring up how much you like him. You’re sure he thinks you’re kidding, doesn’t everybody? Don’t torture him, they say. Don’t toy with him. Every time you flirt with him the team acts like you can’t mean it, and for a while it worked for you; you weren’t in love with Spencer. You weren’t playing with his feelings, but you didn’t love him, and then you joined the team and got to know him, watched him fluster at every comment you made or under any soft looking and realised you could love him. It was easy to fall for him. You liked doing it. But now he’s determined to write your affection off as a joke and going on dates? 

In the morning, when he’s sober, you’ll have to tell him how you feel. Or you could let him find someone more like him… ugh. It’s such a mess. 

You grapple with the size of your feelings for him as he hums and laughs his way down the hall to the glass door. On the street, he squints and straightens his back, fighting to regain his arm from your hold to cover your shoulder instead. “It’s cold,” he says in surprise. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine, I got my jacket. It’s a short walk, come on.”

His arm stops acting as protection and starts to use you for support. “I didn’t mean to drink so much.” 

“Drowning your sorrows is always a terrible idea because it tends to work,” you lament, less scared of the dark with him at your hip, though what protection he might offer is negated by the alcohol. 

“She kind of looked like you.” 

You squeeze your eyes together quickly. “Oh.” 

“I didn’t know she was going to. But she didn’t– she didn’t– it’s hard to talk. She didn’t listen like you do,” he says, lightly slurring, “she just stared at me like everyone used to in high school. Like she could tell there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Spencer, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I know,” he says. 

“Do you?” 

“Yes.” He frowns. “No, I don’t know. I don’t feel like there’s something wrong with me,” —his voice turns to a nearly indistinguishable mumble— “but everyone else always does.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” 

“Is that why you make all your jokes?” 

“What jokes, babe?” 

“Like that! Like babe. It’s funny ‘cos you’d never date me.” 

You’d slow if he weren’t already walking at a snail's pace. “That’s not true. Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?” 

“I won’t remember to ask you in the morning.” 

“Spencer, you remember everything.” 

He drags his feet. “I wish I wasn’t so weird,” he whines. It’s playful at the forefront but desperate otherwise, and it gives you pause. “I wish I was normal, and you could like me normal.” 

You look down at your hands, panicking, a flash of Is this a good idea? like an alarm in your head as you turn on the sidewalk to face him. He’s looking at you like he’s begging you to disagree with him. 

You’re happy to. 

“Spencer, I like you like this,” you insist loudly. His eyes and all his sweet lashes track the movement of your hand as you touch your chest, and your neck. “You’re not normal, I’m not normal. Do you know how many times I’ve been rejected? Just for being me? I’m too bossy, too outspoken, too– too high maintenance. I've had friends with good intentions tell me I need to lower my standards, need to relax, because otherwise I’m going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I feel alone all the time.”

“But you’re perfect,” he says, puzzled. 

“To you. And you’re perfect to me.” Your hand crawls to the base of your throat. “So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. You think I’d come and get anybody else in the middle of the night dressed like this?” you ask him, gesturing to your ratty pyjamas and your dingy converse. 

“You look so cute,” he says mournfully. 

You roll your eyes. He’s too wasted for this conversation. “Come on, sweetheart. You can think about this too much in the morning. Let’s just get home in one piece.” Physically and emotionally. 

“Can I come home with you?” he asks. 

That had always been the plan. “Ask me nicely and I’ll consider it on the way.” 

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Spencer shuts his eyes, hands itching to clap over his ears as you scratch the head of a spatula across your frying pan. “Is three eggs too many? People usually have two but that’s never enough for me.” 

“I think…” Oh my god the metal screeching is so loud. “You should have as many as you want. You know your body. There’s this study on intuitive eating…” I'm too hungover for this. “Three eggs is better than two.” 

“So you want three?” 

He cannot eat right now. “Yes. Please.” 

Spencer’s half sick with dehydration and half grief. He stayed at your house last night and he was too drunk to be nosy. He slept in your bed. He slept in your bed. He woke up to you at your vanity doing your hair, the nutty smell of hair oil mixed with the heat of the hair tool on high and realised with a start that he’d missed something he thought about all the time. 

You’d tipped your head back to smile at him. “There’s my boy. Sweet dreams?” 

He didn’t dream, but if he had, it would’ve been another agonising wish where you were his girlfriend, or his wife, or just there looking at him with love. He wakes up feeling sick because it isn’t true. And now you’re making him breakfast, humming a tune under your breath, sourdough sizzling under the grill and a shoddily blended avocado sitting in the bowl in front of him. 

You asked him for one thing. He picks up the fork and starts to mash the avocado again. He can’t fight the foreignness of sitting in your kitchen, a gap in his memory. 

He knows he told you about his date, how she looked like you, how she didn’t seem to like him much, but he’s struggling to collect the finer details. Why had you picked him up? He must’ve called you, but you could’ve said no. He remembers thinking you looked beautiful, but he always thinks that. 

The avocado is making him feel sick. 

“Here,” you say, sliding a plate of toast in front of him. “Do you want butter?” 

“I think I'm gonna throw up.” 

“You’re okay.”

“I can’t believe how I acted,” he says, pressing his palms to the hollows of his eyes. 

You turn off the hob. Fat bubbles and pops until it’s cooled. The clock on the wall by the refrigerator ticks incessantly. His slept-in shirt feels too tight despite the undone button. 

“Hey…” You round the island but don’t touch him, your voice gentle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He drags his hands down his face. “I can barely remember what I said.” 

“You were really nice to me… told me I looked pretty without my makeup, n’ that I was perfect. You were really nice.” 

Your tone is off. No flirtatiousness, no endless confidence, you sound wistful, like you’re glad he said it. You take the bowl of avocado he’s made a mess with and put it aside with the toast, resting your arm on the counter, and leaning into his space. “Spencer, last night? You didn’t do anything to be embarrassed of. You were nice, and kind. You tried to open the car door for me and you almost lost your eye, but you were fine. You don’t have anything to be worried about, really.”

“But it’s you.” 

“Gonna touch your hair,” you say, giving him enough time to move away as you reach out and rake back his fringe. His heart leaps into his mouth. “You said something last night like that, you know? Do you remember that? You said if you were normal.” You grace the skin beside his eye with the tip of your thumb, your perfume floating his way as you move. “And I said–”

“I’m not normal,” he says, remembering now. 

You’re not normal, I’m not normal, you’d said.

But you’re perfect, he’d said. 

To you. And you’re perfect to me.

“Right. We’re not normal, Spencer Reid, so forget that girl. She didn’t deserve you anyways,” you say. 

You draw a short, silken line down his cheek with the side of your pinky. To be touched so lightly has his stomach in knots —he’s not shocked by the swiftness with which your affection can make a bad situation good again. 

You turn away. “Now we should eat before everything goes cold.” 

He watches your shoulders move, and he remembers one last detail. So don’t say you’re weird like it’s ugly, honey. And don’t think I don’t like you, ‘cos I do. 

The way you’d said it… you couldn’t really mean…

“How’s your appetite? Still feeling sick?” you ask. 

Spencer smiles to himself, the ghost of your touch glowing warm on his cheek. “I’m feeling a lot better, actually.” 

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thank you for reading!!! please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate anything and it always inspires me to write more<3!! my requests are pretty much always open for bombshell!reader (even though this one strays a bit from their usual story haha) so if you wanna see more let me know❤️