#they can find happiness with someone who *understands*

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! Can I request Eddie x Dustin's cousin and miscommunication trope?

Eddie's seen her only a few times when gave Dustin ride (she'snew in town). And he's really enamored by her so he asks Dustin if he can investigate what's her type.

Dustin tells her that one of his friends thinks she's really cool and wants to ask her out. She asks if it's that cute guy with amazing hair and adorable smile who gives him a ride sometimes. He immediately thinks she means Steve, so he had bad news for Eddie.

He tells him about it and he replays "it's nothing I didn't expect. You should get to know them together. Steve's a good guy".

So one day Dusty bun and reader drives to Family Video and before they're get out of car he says something like "oh, look we're lucky. Steve has a shift today".

She replays "I don't see him, just this guy with big, funny hair"

"What? That's Steve"

"No, you said that this cute guy with pretty curly hair is Steve. You know, with a van"

And then Dustin understands his mistake... Do you think we can get happy end? 🙏🙏🙏

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Wrong name

Eddie had his eyes set on Y/N the second she honked her horn and demanded Dustin move faster. She was blaring music with her windows down. She was gorgeous, naturally and simply. But Eddie was more shy than he liked to admit and was too scared to speak a word in her direction.

A few weeks passed and she continued to pick Dustin up from Hellfire. Eddie loved getting small glances at her but he wanted to know more about her. Scared of rejection, he asked Dustin to poke around and find out her type. Eddie didn't have too high of hopes but he figured he had nothing to lose.

Dustin said goodbye to the group as he got in Y/N's car, Eddie gave him a nod and Dustin smiled back with a wink. Eddie was a little nervous to leave the fate of his love life in Dustin's hands.

Driving home, Dustin tried to think of a sly way to bring Eddie up. But he came up empty and decided to be honest.

"So I have a friend that thinks you are pretty cool, and attractive. He wants to ask you out but is afraid he isn't your type. What would you say your type is?"

Y/N blushed at the idea of someone wanting to ask her out. She only had seen two of Dustin's friends that were age-appropriate, so it slimmed down her guesses.

"Is it that cute guy with gorgeous hair and that dazzling smile that sometimes brings you home from school?" Her voice sounded perky and Dustin could tell she was excited about the idea.

Dustin sighed sadly as she described Steve, he was a little scared to tell Eddie the bad news.

"Steve! You like Steve?"

~~~

"And then she described Steve, I'm sorry man," Dustin said, Eddie shrugged his shoulders and tried not to seem as upset as he was.

"Yeah, I figured she'd like someone like him. He's always complaining about being single so maybe you should set them up."

"Are you sure you are cool with that?" Dustin asked.

Truthfully, Eddie was not. He was more upset about it than he'd like to admit. He never had a conversation with the girl but felt torn apart that he didn't have a shot. He would probably want to poke his eyes out every time Steve made her laugh and kiss her.

"Totally."

~~~

"Your mom said it has to be PG so only look at PG" Y/N demanded as she parked the car. Dustin rolled his eyes as he got out. He looked inside the video store, and aside from the busy amount of customers he noticed Steve at the counter.

"Oh, it's your lucky day! Steve is working." Dustin teased, and Y/N was frantic upon hearing the name.

"You little shit, a little heads up that he works here would have been nice." Y/N groaned as she checked her appearance in her car mirror. She tossed around her hair and searched for lip balm in her purse. She coated her lips as Dustin waited impatiently.

Y/N accepted her appearance was the best she could do, and got out. She walked nervously behind Dustin as they headed into the store. But as she took in the large room, she didn't see Steve anywhere.

"Where is he? I don't see him." She said. Dustin told her he'd set them up since Steve liked her back. She hoped they'd get to talking and maybe he'd ask her out.

She wished she wasn't so nervous to talk to him and did it all the times she saw him while picking up Dustin. But she couldn't, her mouth went numb and all she could do was stare.

"Are you blind? He's right at the counter." Dustin expressed dramatically as he gestured towards the counter.

"I'm not blind. All I see is that tall kid with floppy hair." She crossed her arms as she glared down at the younger boy.

"What? That's Steve!" Dustin was confused and Y/N was too.

"No, you said Steve is that cute guy with gorgeous hair and that dazzling smile that sometimes brings you home from school! He drives the van, and is in your little club." Y/N explained.

Dustin looked between her and Steve a hundred times before his eyes shot open.

"YOU LIKE EDDIE!" Dustin screamed, Y/N covered Dustin's mouth as she blushed. Her eyes were wide in fear as she looked around the store. Dustin unfortunately caught the attention of some people nearby who looked at him displeased.

Y/N removed her hand and Dustin apologized to those nearby.

"I think I created a tiny little problem." Dustin nervously laughed, Y/N glared and his laughter stopped.

"Explain."

"Eddie asked about you and I thought you liked Steve! So I told Eddie you weren't interested and he told me to set you up with Steve. And well, I told Steve I had a cousin who was interested in him...." Dustin trailed off with a big smile.

"Wait so, I like the guy named Eddie, and Eddie wanted to ask me out but he thinks I'm into that kid over there?" Y/N asked, her finger pointing to Steve as he flirted with a customer, horribly.

"Uh yeah! But I can fix this!" Dustin rushed out. "I just need a phone!" He ran to the counter and asked Steve for the work phone. Dustin dialed Eddie's number and waited for him to pick up.

~

"He's on his way so just wait outside," Dustin said, pushing her out the door.

"I don't want to stand outside and look desperate!" Y/N argued.

"But then you have to meet in front of everyone here! That's worse." Dustin fought back. Y/N sighed and agreed.

She waited against her car as she watched every car drive by. She could hear his van before she saw it. Her palms began to sweat, she took a deep breath and pushed off her car as his van pulled next to her.

~

Eddie got more nervous once he saw her. He was thankful it was a misunderstanding and he had a shot. He turned off his van and slipped out. He took a few deep breaths and walked over.

"Eddie right?" Y/N asked, her hand covering her eyes from the bright sun as she looked him up and down. She loved everything she saw. He was in a simple T-shirt, his arm tattoos dark against his pale skin. His signature black jeans are dressed up with chains. She bit her lip as she took in his face, his hair was pulled up into a bun so she could see every detail. His brown eyes shined from the sun as he squinted to look at her.

"Y/N, right?" Eddie replied, a smile on his face as she nodded.

"Sorry about Dustin. I guess that's what I get from letting a freshman set me up." Eddie joked. His heart fluttered as she laughed at his joke.

"Yeah, I think maybe we should call the shots from now on." She joked back.

"Smart girl," he smirked, "well we are at a movie store. What if we find one and maybe you can come to my place?" He walked closer, his arm leaning on the roof of her car as he leaned over her.

She wasn't sure if it was the sun or him that made her break out into a sweat. He angled his head to block the sun, her eyes fully open as she took him in. Now even closer, she already could tell he was a tease.

"Your place already? Is that how fast you move with all the girls?" Her head raised as she challenged him.

"Oh never! Just the ones that don't leave my mind even before I knew her name." He flirted.

"Well since you are so sweet with words, I'd love to watch a movie."

"It's a date, sweetheart." He reached up to softly rub her cheek. She tried to keep her breathing at a normal pace as she leaned into his touch.

~

Steve looked at Dustin as he waited for him to speak, the boy paced back and forth in front of the counter.

"Dude, just tell me!"

"you know that cousin I was gonna set you up with?" Dustin asked, a small apologetic smile on his face.

"Yeah," Steve said

"Wellllllll" Dustin started, he turned around to see Eddie and Y/N very close as they talked in the parking lot. Barely any space between their bodies. Anyone could read their body language and know they were flirting.

"That's her," Dustin said as he pointed.

"The one almost lip-locking with Eddie?" Steve scoffed

"Yeah! So my bad! See you tomorrow." Dustin said as he rushed out of the store.

"HENDERSON!"

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[clusterbuck]

there was something going on

7x06 coda

Eddie’s never seen Chimney this happy.

His brain nearly killed him from the inside out, and still, Eddie’s never seen Chimney this happy.

The chaos of the impromptu wedding is slowly dying down, most of the guests drifting away with quiet well-wishes and goodbyes. The Buckleys have phone calls to make, Bobby and Athena have dinner plans with May. Tommy makes a valiant effort to stay awake, until Buck kisses him to a host of catcalls and sends him home to sleep off the fire. Everyone has somewhere to be, until it’s just Hen and Karen, Buck, and Eddie left crowded around the newlyweds.

A nurse pokes her head into the room like she has something to say about visiting hours, but she beats a hasty retreat when she’s met with five identical glares—

From everyone except Chimney, who’s gazing up at Maddie like he still can’t quite believe this woman is chasing nurses away on his behalf. That she’s married to him.

And Eddie kind of gets it, because if someone looked at him the way Maddie is looking at Chimney right now, he’s not sure he’d believe it either. 

He wonders if it was ever like that with Shannon, back in the very beginning. It’s been so long now that it all blurs together, their early days in high school and the long nights awake with a crying Christopher, grainy long-distance video calls from Afghanistan and the letter she left on his bedside table. He doesn’t remember what was real, and what’s been tainted by the memory of what came after. 

He doesn’t remember if she ever looked at him like that, or if he did. 

He’d overheard the Buckleys in the hallway, earlier, grumbling about how they didn’t understand the need to have the wedding right away. How it was such a waste of Maddie’s beautiful dress to drag it along hospital corridors, for no one except the few people who can fit in the hallway around the room to even see it. 

Eddie wonders if they understood when they saw their daughter’s face as the rings slid on.

Because no one who knows Maddie and Chimney could fail to understand if they saw them now, looking at each other like there’s no one else in the room. No one else on the entire planet but for the two of them, hand in hand, wedding rings and pulse ox leads and IVs all tangled together.

It was never about the wedding. It was never about the venue or the catering or even Maddie’s incredible dress. All of that is just set dressing. 

This is what it’s about: Maddie and Chimney, tucked side by side into Chimney’s narrow hospital bed, and a promise to stay with each other. To choose each other, day after day, every day from now on.

Eddie can understand why they didn’t want to wait. If he had someone he wanted to promise himself to like that—

The thought knocks at the edges of his mind and invites itself inside, and it takes him by surprise. If he had someone he wanted to promise himself to. As if he hadn’t just asked Marisol to move in.

And asked her to move right back out again, which—might be part of the problem. 

It’s only been a few months, he tries to tell himself. It’s normal not to know yet, surely. 

Only he’s losing track of the number of times he’s told himself this very thing. He’s losing count of how often he looks at the people around them and wonders, is that what it’s meant to be like? Bobby and Athena, Hen and Karen, Maddie and Chimney—hell, even Buck and Tommy, and he’s only known about that one for a handful of weeks. But he can’t stop thinking about the giddy way Buck grinned right before slipping out to meet Tommy in the lobby, about the soft shade of pink along the tips of his cheekbones.

Would he have felt that way, getting a text that Marisol was waiting in the lobby?

And Eddie knows not every marriage is some grand storybook romance. He knows that it’s enough, for some people, to find someone they like well enough and settle down into a life of partnership.

He knows he could do that. He could be that to someone—the dependable partner, the teammate, a unit to go through life with. He could probably do it with Marisol, if he thought she was interested. He’s assumed, up until now, that that’s how his life would go.

But he sits in Chimney’s hospital room and watches Hen lean into Karen, unconscious, the way a flower turns towards the sun, and he watches Karen’s hand find Hen’s without ever interrupting the story she’s in the middle of telling. He watches them both relax, infinitesimally, at the comfort of each other’s contact, and he realises—

That isn’t how he wants his life to go. 

#911fic #911 spoilers #911 7x06 #once again unclear what we are doing here but we sure are doing #shush emma #emma writes

[romanticintheory]

now thinking about what it would look like if reader was betrayed by simon. i just wanna feel the excrutiating pain😞😞🙏🙏

nonny u read my mind!!

simon "ghost" riley x reader

-you meet him while you're shopping for new jewelry. your father, instead of celebrating your birthday with you, sent you a stupid amount of cash with the note, "happy birthday. get yourself something you like."

-he was always away for work. what he did, you never knew. your entire life, he had always been distanced from you despite his friendly, loud demeanor. it was like he was trying to make up for his lack of emotional and physical presence with his smiles and money.

-you believed simon riley was different.

-he tapped you on the shoulder when you were birthday shopping, clearing his throat to drown the nerves as he asked you which of the two necklaces looked better.

-you smiled kindly at him and pointed to the one you thought looked better.

-"who's the lucky lady?"

-"just my mum. figured she deserved something nice and i want it to be special for her."

-you both hit it off immediately.

-his quiet, observant demeanor was a breath of fresh air compared to what you had suffered with your father. he was always listening, keeping his eyes on you, or maybe had an arm around your waist when his attention was required elsewhere.

-he was also incredibly understanding of your situation with your father.

-"i dunno. i thought about having you meet him, but he's just always so busy and it always feels like there's no point in asking him."

-"he's that busy? what's he even do?"

-"couldn't tell you. he can't even be bothered to let me know what's so important that he has to basically ignore me my entire life. i mean, i love him, but..."

-"yeah. i get it."

-eventually, your dad catches on that you're dating someone. it's during his once-a-month call that hears a simon's "ow" following a loud thud.

-when your dad finds out it's your boyfriend, he insists on meeting him.

-"need t' get to know him, is all. especially if he's gonna be my future son-in-law!"

-when you tell simon, he gives you an encouraging nudge toward agreeing. it had been almost a year that you were together, and you were still apprehensive on letting the love of your life and the vague outline of your father meet.

-"he already knows. bet he'll keep asking until you give in, so why not now?"

-your shoulders sag in defeat as you realize he's right. so, you text your dad the details of a meetup.

-simon is oddly silent the entire drive to the restaurant. you assume it's nerves. after all, you can feel your own heart beating furiously against your chest.

-when you're about three blocks away from the restaurant, he pulls over on the curb. it's a dark night and all is quiet. for a moment, you think he's about to chicken out and propose the both of you just go home.

-he leans back in his seat and unlocks the car doors. he raises his hand as a signal and utters a single phrase:

-"don't scream."

-suddenly, the door to your seat is thrown open and someone is tying your hands behind your back and your legs together. the entire time, you're pleading, tears gathering in your eyes with a confused look on your face.

-as the last knot is secured on your legs, you hear a deep voice murmuring an apologetic, "sorry. nothing personal." is that a scottish accent? "ghost, price gave the good to go. we're ready for you."

-the soldier looks into your eyes briefly, nods back at simon, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

-you turn your gaze back to who you thought was the one.

-"simon?"

-still, he refuses to make eye contact with you. instead, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a balaclava and mask, pulling the former over his face.

-you can't read his eyes when he finally looks over at you, his expression now covered by a skull.

-"don't try to escape. we've got someone watchin' you, so we'll know."

-"why are you doing this?" your voice is cracking, and the tears are now slowly dribbling down to your chin and onto your lap.

-he doesn't answer you, just giving you a hardened, "i'm sorry," before taking your phone from your bag and leaving you in the dark, suffocating car.

-yeah. you believed simon riley was different.

#call of duty imagine #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod mw x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #cod angst #call of duty angst #simon riley angst #ghost angst #rarawrites

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ his s/o is insecure about their small chest – hq

✩ characters: kuroo, kenma, hinata, bokuto

✩ warnings: f!reader, suggestive

✩ a/n: finally doing some more small-chested reader content, i'm sorry this took so long!!

⭑ kuroo

⤷ kuroo is so good at comforting you when you're feeling insecure, he'll hold you in his arms as he places gentle kisses along your neck and collarbones, mumbling compliments and reassurance against your skin as his hands caress the small of your back

⤷ he's definitely someone who likes seeing you in his clothes, but he especially loves when you wear one of his shirts and no bra— as much as he tries not to he always ends up staring, and he never means for you to feel that he's judging you, it's just that he thinks you're so hot and can't take his eyes away <3

⤷ if you're someone who's ever been made fun of because of your chest size, kuroo will tell you that you shouldn't listen to anyone who feels the need to project their own insecure feelings onto others as a way to feel better about themselves

⤷ he reminds you that you're beautiful no matter what and says that you shouldn't let other people’s opinions determine the way you feel about yourself

⤷ if you're still not convinced, then kuroo will happily tell you what he likes about your body, reminding you of all the benefits that come with having a small chest— he always finds himself going into a little too much detail and ultimately flustering you

⤷ he's determined to get you to see yourself the way he sees you, and will tell you how gorgeous you are as many times as it takes until you start to believe him <3

⭑ kenma

⤷ to be honest it probably didn't take kenma long to pick up on the fact you were insecure about your chest

⤷ he noticed how you always seemed to wear clothing that covered certain parts of your body, the way you had a tendency to slouch instead of sitting up straight, and not to mention the countless times he'd caught you staring at your own reflection for an unusually long time

⤷ while he did manage to piece things together rather quickly, that isn't to say he understands why you feel the way you do about yourself, he thinks you're so pretty!

⤷ he has an endless supply of hoodies for you to wear when you're feeling self-conscious, and he'll make sure to give you one of the softest and warmest ones before quietly asking you if you want to cuddle with him

⤷ speaking of which, kenma loves to rest his head on your chest when the two of you cuddle, and listening to your heartbeat always manages to put him at ease— there have definitely been times where he's fallen asleep in your arms because he just finds it so comfortable <3

⤷ when he knows you've been feeling bad about yourself he'll give you his card and let you do as much online shopping as your heart desires, encouraging you to buy as many new outfits as you want to give yourself a little confidence boost

⤷ kenma might not always be the best with words, but you can tell from his actions alone just how much he cares about you and wants to see you happy <3

⭑ hinata

⤷ hinata is so confused when he finds out about your insecurity, because he genuinely thinks your body is perfect the way it is and so in his eyes you have literally nothing to be insecure about

⤷ your boyfriend is such a sweetheart, as soon as he realises that you're unhappy with yourself he starts showering you with even more compliments and affection than usual and doing whatever he can to see you smile

⤷ with the way he was teased about his height growing up, he definitely knows what it's like to feel inferior to others because of something you have no control over, and so he can empathise with the frustration you feel and the way you can't help but compare yourself to those around you

⤷ but that doesn't mean he won't do whatever he can to try and change the way you feel about yourself

⤷ while hinata is the literal definition of a ray of sunshine, if he ever overhears anyone making a joke or comment about your chest size you'll see a completely new side to him— his smile will vanish and he'll become incredibly serious and hostile, glaring daggers at the person who dared to speak about you like that

⤷ while he knows he won't be able to magically get rid of your insecurities, regardless of how much he wishes he could, he hopes that if he keeps on telling you just how perfect you are that one day you'll start to love yourself as much as he loves you <3

⭑ bokuto

⤷ it never even occurred to bokuto that you were self-conscious until you decided to open up to him about it

⤷ your boyfriend literally adores you and thinks he's so lucky that he gets to wake up next to you, and so he never imagined that someone as wonderful as you would ever think so negatively of themselves

⤷ when you did finally open up to him about your insecurity he honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing— he thinks you're so beautiful, how do you not see yourself the way he does?

⤷ bokuto didn't hesitate to engulf you in a big hug, pulling you into his broad chest and telling you that he loves you just the way you are

⤷ he's another one who is big on complimenting you, and he'll probably become a lot more touchy with you as well— but only if you're comfortable with it!

⤷ he also isn't the type to judge if you need a shoulder to cry on, and he will always be there for you if you're having a bad day and just need to be held as you let it all out

⤷ bokuto gets so upset whenever you make self-deprecating jokes or negative comments about your chest size, not only does it hurt to hear anyone talking badly about the literal love of his life, but it also breaks his heart that you don't see yourself as the amazing person he knows you are, and he's determined to convince you otherwise <3

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x you #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #hinata x you #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #𐙚 ‧+ ̊ ⋅fem .ᐟ #₊˚ෆ⊹₊ ⋆ suggestive .ᐟ

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Fifteen Minutes

Din Djarin x Cam Girl Reader AU

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Being a cam girl isn't as exciting as people think it is, that is until a mystery of a deep voiced man asks you what makes a woman feel good. Warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, sex work, Din reveals his face, silver dildo, Din's a virgin, premature ejaculation. Banner has nothing to do with appearance of reader, reader has no physical descriptors besides being AFAB. Words: 4,360 Author Note: Happy May the 4th, tell me why I spent all tonight writing this?

Masterlist

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THEWAY would like to chat. Accept?

$150 for fifteen minutes of staring at someone’s dick, of course you’re going to take it. Usually these calls consist of you rubbing your body and complimenting men you’d never even speak to while you try to recall if you remembered to order caesar dressing with your dinner. You look around your room, you have nothing else to do, your delivery won’t be here for another twenty minutes… you hit accept. 

“Hi babe, how are you tonight?” You smile into the camera, the smile your customers love, sultry bedroom eyes and a small grin. 

“…Good,” he breathes out.

Oh, his voice. You only see a black shirt… nothing else, but that voice is enough for you. 

“Tell me, have you done this before?”

“…No. My first time.”

“Alright, so you have fifteen minutes with me, once the timer is up we’re done and I disconnect. You’re allowed to touch yourself and I will watch you, I will do what you tell me to do within my own comfort, if I choose to end the call because I don’t feel right, then you will be billed the whole amount. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, great. Just so I know what you want before we start what are you interested in tonight?”  

“I’d like to watch you and learn.”

“Learn?”

“Yes, learn, I-I,” he sighs, “I’ve never been with anybody before.”

“Oh.” With that voice? You don’t know what he looks like, but his voice has already turned you on so much you can’t imagine somebody who sounds like that is a virgin. You turn the volume all the way up. “So, you want me to show you what girls like?”

“What a girl like you likes, yes.”

“I can do that for you. I’m going to start the timer now.” 

You know this feeling, the click of the mouse on the green BEGIN button, the lean back to get your body in the whole frame, the spreading of your legs to show your viewer what they really want to see. 

“What do you want me to show baby?” You ask as you run your hand along your neck and down to your breasts.

“Show me what you like when someone has you.”

How are you so turned on by his voice? The way it flows through your speakers, the deep baritone of his serious voice, it does something to you… and it’s just a voice.

“I like when a guy plays with my nipples,” your hands cup your breasts, pulling and massaging them into peaks. “I like when they lick them,” you dribble spit down to your chest, swiping your fingers through it and spreading it across your chest. 

His long exhale massages your body through those damn tinny speakers. Usually by now your  screen is full of your client’s dick, you’ve become very good at staring at the camera, ignoring the tugging and actions on the screen in your peripheral vision. This time, that voice makes you wish you could see him. 

“I like when they drag their hands all over my body,” your hand travels down your stomach to your thighs and back up. 

“I like when they tell me they want to touch my body. Do you want to touch my body?”

“Y-yes.”

“What do you want to touch?”

“E-everywhere, you look like you’re so soft. I want to touch your legs, they look so smooth.”

“I’d like that,” you smile at the camera, “do you want me to touch my pussy for you?” 

“Uh huh.” 

You lay back, spreading your legs wide, dipping your hand down to pet yourself. You’re not surprised to find that you’re already wet, the mysterious man’s deep voice mixed with the desolate black screen and the sight of his black shirt moving as he breathes is enough for you.

You wonder how old he is, what he looks like, why he chose your room, why he’s obviously not touching himself. He’s a mystery you want to figure out. You welcome the luxury of not having to pretend you like what you see. You like knowing that this total stranger is sitting in a dark room only focusing on you.

You rub a finger against your clit, your hips rising at the feel of the pressure against your sensitive nub.

“I like when they can feel how wet they make me.” You glue your eyes to the camera letting out a moan while your finger teases your clit. “I like when they dip a finger in my cunt and bring my juices up to my clit. Feels really good as they rub me with my wet.”

Your finger dips down to your entrance, sliding it into yourself. “Ohh baby, I am so wet for you,” you moan as you begin to fuck yourself. 

Your other hand begins its descent down your body until it reaches your pussy. It works over your clit as you fuck yourself slowly, your cunt already clenching around your singular finger. 

You’re so turned on right now, the excitement of this black screen, the knowledge that he picked your picture and trusts you to show him what makes you feel good. 

“You’re pretty quiet over there, you good?”

“Y-yes. I like watching you.”

“Why’d you choose me?” you slip another finger in with a moan. “Couldn’t you just have watched a video?”

“I wanted to see it for real. Is it for real?”

“With you, yes.”

You don’t know what it is about his voice. Why are you getting off on the mystery? 

“Are you touching yourself?” You never have to, nor want to, ask, but you want to know this time. 

“No,” he sighs, “I want to focus, I don’t want any distractions.”

“Okay, that’s okay baby,” you give him an understanding smile as you begin canting your hips up to pump yourself harder. 

Five minute warning. The red box pops up on the screen. You’re too focused on your bliss to close the warning. You’re always so good at turning off the video vixen and going right into businesswoman mode but tonight, you just want to make this stranger feel satisfied. 

“I really like it when my pussy is stuffed with a cock, I love feeling the stretch and I love when my hole is stuffed so full.”

You hear his deep groan. You can’t hide the smile on your face.

“Ohhh, you liked that didn’t you? How would you take me if you were here with me? Let me know baby, tell me.”

“I-I’d want to fuck you as I looked in your eyes, you have beautiful eyes and lips, I want to kiss you while I fuck you.”

“Oh,” a chill blooms through your body at how gentle his words are. Most men are crass and too forthcoming with their fantasies, never soft, most of their answers just turn into white noise. His answer is going to stay with you. “I like when a guy wants me to cum all over their cock, I love the feeling of my cunt pumping around a hard cock as I orgasm. I’m close, do you want me to cum for you?”

“Please, yes.”

His voice, you can’t stress this enough, his voice is so fucking hot. Your body begins to feel feverish as the loud squelch of your fingers working your cunt faster and harder gets louder. You hardly ever cum during these sessions, especially when you use just your hands, needless to say, you’re really good at pretending. 

You love your job, you really do, it allows so much freedom and pays well, but some nights are so monotonous and boring. Tonight seemed like one of those nights, until you accepted this call. Tonight you’re going to cum.

Your orgasm hits you hard, back arching, limbs tightening, eyes fluttering as a rush of slick soaks your fingers. You pant for air as you come down, slipping your fingers out and resting a hand on your chest. 

The countdown begins in the corner of your screen 60, 59, 58…

“Time’s about up,” you whisper as you sit up, “I hope I helped you.”

“Y-you did. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” you smile. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.” 

He disconnects.

Your account shows $250 extra. He’s an excellent tipper and you actually came for him. You really love your job tonight. 

——

THEWAY would like to chat. Accept?

The way, the way, the way. You’ve thought about him for the past week, wondering if he joined any other room, if he chose someone else over you. All you know about him is he owns a black shirt and has never been with anybody… and yet you’ve thought about him every single day since. Have you crossed his mind? You sure hope so because he picked you again tonight. Your heart beats faster as you try to hide the smile when you hit the accept button. 

“Hi again,” you grin. 

This time there’s a light on behind him, you can just make out broadness of his shoulders, really fucking broad, he’s in a black shirt again, but thanks to the light you can see he has golden skin.

“Hi, it’s nice to see you.”

Goodness you’re so thankful for that light, you can see the way his chest moves as he talks. There’s tiny peek of his toned neck at the top of the screen, you pray he dips lower exposing his face. His voice is just how you remembered it, low and bassy, you’re already getting wet at the anticipation of hearing more.

“I can see a little more of you now,” you wink, “I like it.”

“Heh,” he chuckles, the first time you’ve heard him laugh. His hand comes into frame, scratching at his chest. It’s beautiful and large, his fingers are thick, you wonder what they’d feel like against your skin.

“I have to give you the same spiel even though you’re a repeat. Once again, you have fifteen minutes with me once it’s up, I disconnect. Please feel free to touch yourself for me and I’ll do what you want as long as I am okay with it. I’ll hang up if I don’t feel comfortable. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Wonderful. Are you going to touch yourself for me tonight?”

“Uh, n-no, not yet.”

“That’s okay, I’m happy to do the work for you. You want me to use my hands, or do you want me to use a toy?”

“Do you have anything shaped like a-a—uh, a—“

“A dick?”

“Yeah.”

“I do. You want to watch me fuck myself with a cock?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll grab my favorite one just for you.”

You roll over and pick up your “briefcase” of sex toys, grabbing your favorite, the silver toned dildo. It’s thick, it vibrates, and it fits your cunt just right. 

“Is this what you want to watch me fuck myself with?”

“Ye—“ he clears his throat. “God, yes.”

You giggle. “Okay, I’m starting the timer now.” 

You tap the button. Fifteen minutes of him.  

“What do you want from me baby? You want to see how this cock looks in my mouth?”

“Yes” he strangles out.

“You want me to pretend it’s your cock?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“L-lick it.”

You smile, leaning closer to the camera as you bring the dildo up to your lips, sticking your tongue out and swirling it around the tip, your eyes focused on the screen, not the camera… the screen. You want another glimpse of his skin. 

“Mm, wish I could taste you. You think you’re leaking for me right now baby?”

You lick a line down to the base and back up. 

“I bet you’re so warm and soft there,” you whisper against the tip before opening your mouth and sucking it. You hollow your cheeks as you take the dildo in deeper, eyes widening and tearing as it hits the back of your throat. 

“Fuuuuck,” he leans back farther in his chair his chin comes into sight, well trimmed facial hair, strong chin, you know he has to be beautiful. 

You can’t stop looking at him, you don’t even know his name, where he lives, what he does, why in the hell he’s still a virgin. 

Drool escapes your lips as fuck your mouth moaning around the silver latex. 

Most of the time this job isn’t the greatest, you usually find yourself going through the motions, moving on to the next client, the next responsibility. Sure, sometimes you really connect with a watcher, sometimes you look forward to the name appearing knowing you’ll actually really enjoy the session, but most of the time, you deal and move on. It’s business. Sure as hell beats sitting in a cubicle. With this stranger, this puzzle you’re slowly figuring out? You love your job. 

“Want to see my pussy take this cock now baby?”

“Please.”

You nod, leaning back and spreading your legs open. 

“Do you feel safe telling me your name? I want to say your name as I get fucked by your cock.” 

“Ye—fuck yes. It’s Din.”

“Diiiiiiin,” you moan, as you begin to pump the silver cock in and out of you. It moves smoothly, you’re soaking wet for him, only due to his voice and whatever sights the light of the lamp wants to bless you with. 

Din. Three letters. Simple. Direct. Unique. Strong. 

“Oh Din, you feel so good in me baby, like how I take your cock? Tell me baby, talk to me, I want to hear you.”

“Yes. God, you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so big, you’re stinging me so good. You like how my pussy looks stretched around you?”

“Yes, I-I do.”

“I feel desperate, so desperate for you. I love how you feel inside me. What are you looking at baby? Can’t see your eyes, what are you watching me do right now? Where are you focused?”

“On your face. I like watching the way you bite your lip as you f-fuck yourself.” 

God, he still sound so nervous. So new. He can’t be too young, not with that body.

“What color eyes do you have, Din?”

“Brown, b-brown eyes.”

“Mm, I like brown eyes, I bet you’re real handsome all brown eyed and tan skin. Now, have those brown eyes watch my pussy baby, watch how I take you. You can look at my face as I cum for you, Din. Right now I want you to look at my cunt. Are you hard for me Din? Are you as hard as the cock I’m fucking myself with?’

“Yes.”

The five minute warning box shows up again, this time it’s your nemesis that you ignore.

“Do you imagine a pussy as wet as mine when you get yourself off?” 

“Y-yes.”

“Did you make yourself cum after our last session?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, “right after, I-I jerked off.”

“Did you think about me?” Your voice coming out with more curiosity than you’d like. 

“I did, and every time since.”

Your body shivers from his words, “That’s a good boy Din, I like that,” you smile as your hips raise off the bed to meet your quickening thrusts fucking yourself harder.

He groans, long and low.

“I’m going to cum for you, Din,” you pant. ”I’m going to cum on your cock and then I’m going to lick myself up off of you, okay?”

“Fuck, yes.” 

You chant Din’s name as you pound your pussy, tingles shooting through you as you orgasm. You haven’t cum like this on camera in a long time. It’s devastating that not every one of your clients can be Din. 

You stretch your limbs out as you come down from your climax.

“God damn,” you giggle, “that was really fucking good.”

You slowly take the dildo out and bring it to your lips, raising your eyebrow at him and resting the tip against your lips.

“Yes, please, yes,” he growls.

You lick yourself off the silver latex, sucking your juices from the top, smiling as your mouth forms around it. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Din’s voice edges you on.

“Mmm, Din, I taste so good, look how fucking shiny I made your dick.”

“Goooooood, fuck,” he pants, “you’re so pretty, fuck. Fuck, I-I-I I’m going to cum.”

The one minute countdown shows up at the worst time. You quickly lean forward and hit IGNORE, DO NOT CHARGE EXTRA.

“Cum for me Din, cum for me,” you try to disguise your prideful smile behind the silver dildo. 

The groans he lets out as he cums, the way his neck stretches as he angles his head up… it’s all you get, but it’s enough to keep you thinking about him at any chance you get. 

Sometimes a self esteem boost can be as simple as somebody complimenting your shoes or an attractive person giving you a friendly nod… this boost isn’t nearly as simple. Din just came in his pants just for you, without even touching himself.

“I’ve never done that, sorry,” his voice dripping with shame.

“No, Din, baby, no. I really liked it. A lot. I’m glad I could make you feel that way. Really.”

“You’re really… sweet, you know that?”

“I suppose I can be. Depends on the person,” you wink.

“I—uh, think I’m over my time.”

“You are, but I’m not going to charge you for it.”

“Thank you.” 

“Of course. Don’t be a stranger, Din.”

“I won’t.”

He disconnects. You lay back on your bed and grin at your ceiling. 

——

THEWAY would like to chat. Accept?

“Din,” you smile as the familiar black shirt appears on your screen. Thank god, the lamp is on. “It’s only been three days.”

“I know, I-I wanted to see you.”

“That’s good, I wanted to see you too.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you these past few days,” he pauses, “I’m sorry, i-is that okay?”

“Oh, of course it is. I’ve thought about you too baby.”

“You say that for everyone?”

“I do, but this time I mean it. Now, you know I have to give you the same base instructions. Fifteen minutes and then I disconnect. You can touch yourself, I’ll do what you want as long as I am okay with it. I’ll hang up if I don’t feel right. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Good, so what do you want tonight?”

“Yeah, I, uh, want to um—will you watch me tonight?”

“Of course baby, I’d be happy to.”

“Okay, yeah, thanks.”

You shake your head and laugh. “No need to thank me, I’m always happy to help you. I was really happy to see your name. So you want me to watch you tonight? Do you want me to do anything else for you?”

“Just, touch yourself and talk to me like you do. I-I’ve never done something like this, nobody has ev—nobody’s seen me like this before.”

He sounds so fragile, you want to take care of him.

“You want me to use a toy or my hand?”

“Just your hand.” 

“Okay baby, I’ll use my hand. I’ll start the timer.” You softly whisper the last part, trying to ignore that at the end of the day he’s is just your client.

He moves the computer farther away, new views are unlocked. His stomach, his crotch, his thick thighs all clad in black. 

You click the start timer button. Fifteen minutes left of this view. Fifteen minutes left of Din. 

You lean back and spread your legs to show him your already wet cunt. 

“Want me to play with my pussy for you? Get you nice and hard so you can fuck yourself until you cum for me?”

“Yes,” he hisses. His hand moves down to grip his crotch. 

Fuck, that sends a wave of pleasure through your body as one of your hands spreads your folds wide open.

“Do you see how fucking wet I am Din? How turned on I am by you, I don’t even know how you look, but you drive me crazy.”

He groans as he squeezes his bulge.

“I love how you groan, I wish I could feel it against my pussy while you eat me. I bet you’d lick me so well.”

“I want to taste you, fuck.”

“I want you to test me too. Now, go ahead, take your shirt and pants off. I want to see the rest of you.”

He quickly removes his shirt. God damnit, he’s perfect. Tan chest, tan stomach, the perfect amount of hair running from his chest to his stomach, down to where he’s currently unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You can’t believe your eyes, as he lifts his hips to move the fabric down. Everything about him is big and strong. Lean, but filled out in all the right places. Strong and soft. How the fuck is he still a virgin? Your mouth waters at the sight of his erection now barely hiding behind the thin black fabric of his briefs. 

“Din,” you begin to rub circles around your clit, happy for the pressure, “you look so good for me, let me see your cock. Let me stare at it, you want me to see your cock?”

“Yes.”

He’s such a man of few words, you love it. His words are simple, straightforward, efficient, just like his name. Din.

He pulls his boxers down, his cock springs up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s rock hard, pulsing, golden toned, leaking from the tip, all surrounded by dark brown hair, you knew he had dark hair. He’s HUGE.

“Din, you’re fucking beautiful baby, I can’t believe it,” you gasp. “Fuck yourself for me, I can’t wait to see you cum all over your beautiful skin for me.”

His fist wraps around his shaft, you’ve seen some pretty hot things in your line of work. You’ve had some really attractive clients call in, but right now? Right now is the hottest thing you’ve ever been blessed to witness. Din stroking his cock for you, watching his stomach move with each breath he takes. You’re too focused on him to realize your finger has been paused on your clit since he first unsheathed his cock. 

“Fuck, Din, you’re making me forget what I’m doing, you look so good. I can’t believe it.” 

He groans, his grip tightens at the tip as he fucks himself. 

“Something about seeing you like this, hearing you moan and groan for me,” your finger runs a line back and forth between your hole and your clit. “It just does something to me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

He lets out a strangled grunt raising his hips and pumping his hand faster, “I-I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s good baby, watching you is already making me want to fucking cum,” you stick two fingers in, your cunt already fluttering around them. 

“Wh-what would you do if I was with you right now fu—fucking you?”

“I’d kiss you,” your other hand travels down to begin circling around your clit, “I’d kiss your strong neck, I’d lick into your mouth and taste you. Wrap my hands around your big arms and hold on as your big cock destroys my pussy.”

“Goddddd,” he whimpers, “I-I’d like that.” His hand becoming a blur on your screen as he strokes quicker. 

The stupid five minute warning pop up shows up. You’re getting real good at ignoring it with him.

“You like that I’m about to cum on your cock? You really do something to me Din, I can’t believe how quick and hard you make me cum.”

His hips begin bucking into his first, the chair he’s on squeaking as he rapidly moves up and down. You love hearing the sound of him fucking himself mixed with the sound of you fucking yourself. 

“I’m going to cum baby,” he grunts, he called you baby.

Your eyes widen as you watch him spurt white ropes of his cum all over his stomach and thighs. There’s so much. 

Your cunt begins to spasm around your fingers as your climax crashes through you.

“Din, you feel so good. You came so good,” you gasp as you orgasm, trying to keep your shaking legs wide for him to watch. You pant for air as you get your bearings back, you’re obsessed with how this comedown feels. 

“That was amazing Din,” you smile, “not to be too forward, which is a funny thing to say right now, but you look really good.”

“Wow,” he laughs, “thank you. I feel the same way about you.” Your smile widens, you bet his face is so handsome when he laughs.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how in the hell are you a virgin with a dick like that?”

“Some weird religion stuff… I’m no longer a part of. Long story, maybe one day I’ll tell you.”

“I’d like that.”

The one minute timer shows its ugly head. 

“Fuck, we have a minute left,” you frown. “I, uh, would you take my number?” Now it’s your turn to feel nervous. 

“Y-yes. Sure.”

You lean forward and type your number into the chat box. 

“Please call me here next time you want to… talk with me.”

“I will.”

“Don’t be a stranger, Din.”

“I won’t.”

He disconnects.

——

DIN DJARIN WANTS TO FACETIME 

You almost drop your phone at the name. Goosebumps break out across your skin, your heart begins to beat loudly against your chest. You click accept, and this time you really almost drop your phone. 

His face, you knew it… he’s beautiful.

“Hi,” he shyly smiles.

“Hi. Y-you’re gorgeous?”

He laughs, his big brown eyes disappearing behind the crinkles of his eyes. “If you say so.”

“I do. I’m so glad you called me.”

“I am too,” his smile is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

Sometimes you love your job, especially when it brings someone like Din Djarin into your life. 

#din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fanfiction #mandalorian x you #mandalorian fic #mandalorian smut #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian

[11rosebunny]

Bofurin + shishitoren boys’ ideal partners? 🥺

Their ideal partners (BOFURIN + SHISHITOREN)

Haruka Sakura

A girl who is patient.

Sakura is known for his shy outbursts for anything that is closely related to anything in the romance. To add on, his lack of communication skills when he was younger came back to put a strain on his social life in his teenage years, so when it comes to finding a love life, he genuinely needs someone who is patient and willingly listen to his needs and requests.

When it comes to looks, he prefers more of a girl around his height, purely because he hates feeling inferior about his height. If you so happen to be taller than him, he has to suck it up.

Hajime Umemiya

A girl who respects everyone.

Something big on his preferences for women has to be someone that withstands practically everyone, even if they come across someone that disrespects them. The reasoning behind his outrageous input for girls he tends to put interest in is because he finds it important for a woman to balance her emotions. If he finds someone that continues to victimize themselves while being progressively perpetrating others, he can not stand that type of behaviour.

A second reason is because he wants them to be just as independent as himself while at the same time, treat him with more affection than others.

Looks don't exactly play a big role in his interests, even so, he still prefers women that are kept clean and pretty.

Toma Hiragi

Shy girls.

As much as he'd hate to admit, he finds timid, scared girls to be quite attractive. This hard core punk generally falls into the category of egotistical ballsacks that feed off of seeing a girl get embarrassed or shy around them, but in a respectful way. Usually, whenever he's come across the shyer type of women, he finds them to be more toned down, quiet, and deeply misunderstood just because they keep to themselves. He's the type of person to want to break those types of girls out of their shells, because deep down, he has a decent understanding that shy girls tend to be the nicest person anyone could meet in their entire lives.

He has a thing for girls with glasses which even adds on to his accusations of liking shy girls.

Ren Kaji

Strong-minded girls.

This boy loves the tangents and arguments whenever he's arguing with a hot-headed girl that's equally as heated as him. He thrives off of the fights and competitions with the other woman that still manages to somehow keep hot on his tail. As much as he hates the feeling, it's one of the very few things that gets him going to continue to become even better.

Girls with long hair fall into his types of preferences.

Taiga Tsugeura

Cheeky, cute girls.

He loves nothing more than a girl who loves doing girly things, because for him, he's a real man and would also be accompanying with you doing those girly things. If you're shopping he helps you pick out a dress. He'll even pay for your nails, buy you pink stuff, and even encourages you to wear different types of make-up sometimes. He's aware of how cheeky girls tend to act, and he really enjoys it too. He loves the way they blabber about utter nonsense that probably has no meaning to life or the way they get excited over small things like cats and sweet cakes.

Long eye lashes and plump lips are one of his top favourites in girls when it comes to features.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Academically smart girls.

He doesn't know the exact reason behind why he finds it attractive, but seeing a woman care a lot about her future and her next whereabouts makes him very intrigued. One of his deepest fears is being with someone that ties him down in life, especially how at any given moment, it could be ruined in a second. Thus, he primarily goes for girls that like to study and get into controversies that lead her to go into a spiral. He finds it amusing.

He likes wispy bangs and long noses. What an odd boy!

Hayato Suo

Energetic girls.

Nothing makes him more happier than seeing others happy. Knowing how monotone he could be, it makes him feel special whenever energetic people approach him and grow a bond. Hence why, when it comes to a girl showing her true personality knowing he's a quiet person, it makes him feel warm inside that someone like that would even give him a chance. He likes it when they drag him everywhere, try new things with him, and even make him go out of his own comfort zone.

He doesn't focus on looks, if you have short or long hair, glasses or none, taller or shorter, as long as you're fairly pretty, he's okay with anything.

Jo Togame

A girl who smiles a lot.

When it comes to personality, he actually does not mind whether or not if it's extraordinary or toned down, the only requirement is you can't be an asshole. He doesn't mix well with people who think too highly of themselves. Because he's not very picky and gives everyone a shot, something that really gets him going, is if a girl tends to smile a lot. It makes him want to punch holes if he sees your pearly whites.

Surprisingly, he likes tall girls. Can't be taller than him though, sorry.

Tomiyama Choji

Funny girls.

When meeting people that are interested in him, he usually finds boredom and loses lack of interest rather quickly because of his short attention span. So if a girl manages to catch his attention, 9 times out 10, it's because he heard something than made him caught off guard with a sudden burst of laughter. He loves spending his time chatting about random shananigans, so when meeting someone similar to him that can withstand his yapping and keep interested in the conversation, he can go on for hours just talking to you alone.

He finds petite girls to be cute, he doesn't really care for any of the curves or stretch marks of any sort. Bonus points if you have acne or freckles.

#wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreakerxreader #hajime umemiya #hajime umemiya x reader #haruka sakura #haruka sakura x reader #jo togame #mitsuki kiryu #taiga tsugeura #toma hiragi x reader #toma hiragi #taiga tsugeura x reader #mitsuki kiryu x reader #hayato suo x reader #hayato suo #jo togame x reader #tomiyama choji x reader #tomiyama choji

[blorbosinmyheadcentral]

Hey Val!

So (if you've seen it) what do you think of episode 2?

Here's some thoughts!

GANGLE

When will Gangle know happiness... 

KINGER

Kinger was adorable as always. I like how the others can rely on him when they're feeling emotionally vulnerable. That scene with Ragatha and her self-doubt, and how Kinger reassures her? I'm glad he has these moments of clarity. Old man even tries to help Pomni, even if he's bad at it. He's so well intentioned. <3

JAX

Jax is a terrible person. He was already very bad before, but somehow got worse. No care for his companions (Pomni and Gangle mostly), no care for the NPCs (he was very eager to see them die horribly). There's some indication Jax might have cared about Kaufmo, but overall, his attitude is so dissonant. It's hard to understand what's really going on inside his head.

RAGATHA

I like that Ragatha didn't hold any grudges over Pomni abandoning her in episode 1. Ragatha is just so sweet. Constantly worrying for Pomni's well being, being considerate enough to try to cheer up Jax of all people. She makes a huge difference in this group, like a glue that keeps everyone together.

GUMMIGOO

LOVED Gummigoo. Yeah I wasn't prepared for him. I didn't know what to expect of him (he looked like a serious bad guy type?), but what we got was so good. Loves his two gummy gator friends (wants to preserve their minds from the weight of self-awareness). His connection to Pomni, the way they could relate, it was all believable and palpable. Nice guy.

POMNI

Pomni herself was my favorite. Compassionate, empathetic, expressing her thoughts calmly and sincerely. Determined, inventive - trying to find ways to get herself and Gummigoo out of that place. 

I think the fact that she spent most of these two episodes physically separated from everyone else was no coincidence. Pomni was disconnected from them. The dream sequence at the beginning? A reflection of her own doubts and fears. That she's nothing, or that no one in the circus would care if she was gone. So she, either intentionally or by happenstance, distanced herself. 

I'm super happy that the episode ended on a hopeful note. Pomni found that her companions would care for her and remember her, and so it turned her views on her head. She's not alone. She has people that she can rely on.....

KAUFMO

(The Kaufmo funeral was very touching too, especially with Zooble organizing it. I've seen jokes that no one cared much that he died in episode 1, so seeing otherwise was pretty cool.)

FANDOM

I hold no ill will against Caine, and this is coming from someone who really really liked Gummygoo (literally screamed a big NOOO when he poofed). It's a little concerning how feral people are getting about Caine.

CAINE

Speaking of Caine, I need understanding between them, I need it SO bad. He keeps making these little decisions that impact the human characters. Especially Pomni. And he's not even aware of how much it hurts them, or that it's harmful at all!!

The way some of them are so dismissive (Zooble waiting for him to go away), annoyed, or only see Caine as a bot that fixes things when everything goes wrong... it makes me think they've tried to reason with him before, and it didn't work, so now they treat him like the machine he is to them.

As of now, Pomni understands him as much as everyone else does. She's frustrated, she's livid, and she has every reason to want to punch his teeth in. But after episode 2???? Considering how sympathetic Pomni was with Gummigoo, an NPC/AI himself???? I have a little hope that Pomni can actually get through to Caine in the future.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc spoilers #tadc caine #tadc pomni #showtime #caine x pomni #I mean. kinda. #sorry... they're always on the back of my mind when writing... #platonic showtime would be sick yo #Anonymous #rambles

[tiredfox64]

Part three of Go for the Kill? But its based ok the ending where reason is with all three of the brothers? She soon gets knocked up and the threee fight over whose it is? >:3

The Soil was Tilled Enough

Prior notes: I knew somebody would ask for this. Had a That’s so Raven moment when I was writing that last part.

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: You’re gonna have a stroke with my reasoning.

You are faced with a light pink stick in your hands. You were growing tired and sick just days before which worried the brothers a lot. The last thing they want is for their vicious woman to grow horribly ill. Oh but this is no illness. This is the miracle of life.

Yeah this is a strange situation. Truly a spectacle that has some people, or more like someone, disappointed. Liu Kang ain’t too happy that his paid assassin would be out of commission for at least a year. What he also doesn’t like is hearing that the brothers are fighting over who is the father. The yelling is really getting annoying.

“It can’t possibly be your child! I slept with her first!” Bi-Han yelled directly in Tomas’ face.

“We all slept with her first! You are just jealous that the baby is possibly mine!” Tomas yelled right back.

The only one staying calm was Kuai Liang. He stayed right next to you, rubbing your belly as you contemplated the same thing. Who is the father?

Alright, so you put too much faith into Plan B. Guess it wasn’t made to handle loads upon loads of baby-making liquid from men who probably never allowed themselves to feel relief in quite a while. Plus the fact that they love you a lot made the chances of you getting pregnant much higher. I think they were aiming for that goal but I’m not a mind reader.

“What are we gonna do? Are we ready enough to handle having a baby and raising it?” You questioned, concerned about way too many things.

“Of course can handle it. The baby will be in safe hands. Even if the baby is not mine I promise to take care of them as if they were my own.” Kuai Liang made that promise to you.

Kuai Liang really loves you and just wants the best for you. He doesn’t want you to worry too much especially now that’s you are pregnant. His commitment to you made you feel a little better, knowing he won’t be mad about whose baby it is. The other two…yeah that’s gonna take some time.

At this point Bi-Han had Tomas in a headlock which made Tomas start punching Bi-Han’s arms in defense. Kuai Liang ran in to split the two apart.

“Enough of this! This fighting won’t solve anything.” He yelled at them both.

“I do not understand why you are not threatened by the fact that Tomas might have impregnated her. What good will that baby do coming from a man like him?” Bi-Han was being harsh again which made Tomas punch him.

“It does not matter. She is pregnant and she wants to keep it. We must support her no matter what.”

Kuai Liang was right and all the brothers had to agree with his statement. Though Bi-Han was still being as stubborn as ever. If he just keeps the mindset that it’s his baby in there he will be fine.

“Well, do you know how far along you are?” Tomas asked.

“Considering the last time we did it was a couple of weeks ago and I’m getting sick, it might be four to six weeks.”

Oof, if it’s six it can only get worse when it comes to the symptoms. Get ready to start taking bathroom breaks and getting sick from smells.

“It will still be a few weeks before we can get a paternity test done.” You added on.

“We should do that. Settle this debate early on whose child this is.” Bi-Han was on board with doing a paternity test even though he didn’t know you can test that while still pregnant. It’s that old mindset don’t worry.

“I want to the know the gender first. I wanna see if we are having a baby boy or a baby girl.” Tomas gushed at the idea.

“No you don’t, Tomas! We will not wait to find out the gender first.”

“Yes we will, brother. It will teach you to have some patience. It will also test if you still love her enough to take care of her while she is going through this.”

Kuai Liang was shutting Bi-Han down at every opportunity. How dare his little brother accuse him of not loving you. Fine, he’ll wait. They’ll all wait. And as that goes on they will start preparing things for you like a nursery. They gonna spoil the hell out of you.

A woman who is pregnant is a strong woman indeed. They will make sure to take good care of you. They will do their parts as the possible fathers.

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Finally! Week thirteen! You can expect your results to be one hundred percent accurate when it comes to the gender. Now here’s the interesting part—

“WHAT!” You, Tomas, Bi-Han, and Kuai Liang all yelled at the doctor in shock.

…I didn’t get to finish. Let me speak up. Damn…

As I was saying the interesting part was that as time went on you noticed your belly was getting quite big. It was a little too early but you didn’t think it was anything much. This was your first time being pregnant so you thought it was normal.

Not necessarily.

“T-twins? We are having twins? And they are all ours?” Tomas was questioning the doctor on how accurate it was.

The ultrasounds did show two little babies. Two little nuggets growing inside you. And they are both boys, congratudolences!

“It’s called Heteropaternal superfecundation. It’s incredibly rare but it can happen. Especially to someone with three partners.” That doctor was throwing shade at you. She was just jealous.

“So one of those boys is definitely mine,” Tomas was all smiles, “But what about the other one?”

Yeah, what about the other one? Still got the other two. They are blood related so this might be harder.

If it’s Kuai Liang’s this might not end well for him since Bi-Han was staring him down with a death glare. Luckily the doctor had something to say about that.

“That’s the thing, we can’t tell. Because they are related there is some difficulties. So as far as any of you know, they are both the father of that other little boy.”

Kuai Liang is content with that. He is just happy to start a family and have a child with you. Bi-Han…ah he gives up. There is no point in being upset about this. There is nothing anyone can do. He’ll be happy to have a son of his own that he can train and possibly be the next grandmaster to the Lin Kuei.

All the brothers are happy to be fathers to a wonderful set of twins, dizygotic twins to be exact. Tomas is already imagining having the twins play together and teaching them to take care of one another. Kuai Liang is imagining caring for them both and teaching them to be good brother. Bi-Han already preparing in his mind a plan to train his son. That’s his responsibility.

The tension between the brothers dissipated. There was no reason to fight and stress you out even more. Looks like they better get more things ready for the babies. The nursery has to be big enough to accommodate two of them.

You have a good support system going on here. I hope you are happy with your multiple lovers and your set of twins.

…

Oh don’t tell me, you want to know who the father actually is. Alright so the clinic didn’t actually have the advanced technology to figure out who the father was when it came to Kuai Liang and Bi-Han. They were only certain on Tomas.

The true father is…I don’t know. What? Did you think I knew all? No! Even I don’t know. And do you even wanna know? Just let be happy that they are happy. Now get some rest, mama. You have a long journey ahead of you and it’s called motherhood.

After notes: Why do I keep doing twins? I’m scaring myself. Here’s a fact about me I have a high chance of having twins if I were to get pregnant. Yeah, I know, crazy. Please tell me I haven’t manifested this for myself my period still hasn’t come oh gosh 😭. I would have done triplets for this fic but nature doesn’t work like that. Well since I’m done I get to eat. Adiós! (Pls make my period show up y’all)

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #lin kuei brothers #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada x you #bi han x you #bi han x reader #kuai liang x you #kuai liang x reader #tomas vrbada smoke #bi han sub zero #mk1 kuai liang #tomas x reader #tomas x you #tomas vrbada #bi han mk #bi han mortal kombat #bi han #kuai liang

[codeopod]

The Hells dispersed into their tent and began dropping all their gear near respective beds and taking shots from the bottles Ashton managed to scavenge. Weariness and heartbreak had begun to give way to a delirious happiness at seeing their old friend return.

“Dorian! There’s someone else you have to meet!” Laudna flourished excitedly, “Oh Pâté!” She called.

Just over her shoulder a creature popped into existence, wobbling and flapping the bat-like wings that barely kept it aloft. “Yes mum watcha’ need?”

Dorian was taken aback. “Oh my god! He’s alive? He’s real? That’s a real-thing?!”

“Oh ‘ello Dory! ’s been a while.” The bird skull turned to address him.

“Dorian. It certainly has, wow, did you get…bigger?”

“He’s a bit bigger, yeah.” Imogen added, dropping her head over Laudnas shoulder.

“Oh an’ these two!” Pâté flapped out to turn and gesture at them. “They finally forked the meat pie-if you know what I mean-“

“Pâté! You crude little pest.”

“-‘ey lock me in ma’ house at night now, gets awful scary with the noises ‘ey-“

Laudna brought her hands together like she was swatting a bug midair and Pâté yelped as his form squisheed and burst into black goo. “That’s quite enough of that.”

“Oh, well-I, congratulations you two, if I am understanding his…way with words…correctly?”

“We’re datin’ yeah.” Imogen couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s wonderful! Honestly I thought you’d been secretly together this whole time.”

“You’re not the first to say that, actually.”

“I also have a wolf in my chest! Would you like to meet him?” Laudna bounced excitedly towards Dorian, who scrambled backwards.

“A what?! I-um sure?”

Dorian watched helplessly as a massive wolf literally burst out of Laudna’s chest. He held his bladder but took several steps back to keep his shoes free of ichor. “Oh, wow-you weren’t kidding, that is a very large dog.”

The thing was half rotten and only really had fur along its head and spine. Ghostly glowing mist drifted around it and seeped from the gapping wounds in its side. It gnashed its teeth as it turned to look at him. It’s eyes glowed a sickly green that was almost hypnotizing, only breaking away when Imogen whistled and it bounded happily over to sit at her heel.

“That’s a good boy.” She cooed and rubbed at his ears.

Laudna echoed his praises. “His name is Caviar, isn’t he gorgeous?”

“He certainly…suits your style!”

Orym joined them then, watching Dorians expressions carefully. “Guys, maybe let’s save some excitement for the morning?”

“Rest does sound nice, though I may not sleep.” Dorian admitted his face darkening, “…not after seeing that!” He tried to spin it as a joke but Orym’s frown deepened.

“You can bunk with me -and Fearne- if you want?”

“…I will admit, I have missed our cuddle piles.” Dorian smiled softly. The two men stared at eachother for an extended moment while Imogen and Laudna looked between them.

Laudna snickered but Imogen’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed into Laudna’s side. “Well then, are you ready for bed, baby?” She purred just loud enough to be overheard. “We can leave the boys to their…cuddlin’.”

Dorian choked out a cough, his cheeks darkening. Laudna melted, twirling her hair around a finger and smiling a dopey grin. “We can have our own cuddle pile.”

“Of course.” Imogen grinned before rocking up on her toes and pulling Laudna into a soft kiss. The hound at their side jumped to his feet and did an excited twirl, tail wagging as his master sighed happily.

“I-uh- we should just-“ Dorian sputtered. Orym resisted an eye roll but smiled fondly at the pair. “Yeah, let’s go find Fearne.”

“I heard were kissing?” Fearne popped up behind them with a wine bottle in her hand. “It’s about time!”

Orym groaned into his hands, face heating.

#I had to #mlm vs wlw #let them compete #cr spoilers #c3e93 #critical role #imodna #dorym #we deserve a full episode of them catching Dorian up #it’s only fair

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

Hi, could i request Alastor x reader where one of them does something nice/gives something to the other not realizing that in their culture it's equivalent of courting/proposing? And since the other is in love with them, they don't mention the connotations and it takes someone else to point it out for them to realize? :)

Going to be honest, I wasn't sure how to write this one, since I'm white and to my knowledge Alastor's a Creole man from 1930s, so I wasn't sure what from either of those cultures could be mistaken for a proposal. After doing some research I'm going to tweak this ask a bit, simply because I am not entirely comfortable representing other cultures that I am not a part of and only have a few hours worth of google research knowledge of. I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted. If you or anyone has more specific traditions to use as examples, I'd be happy to try and expand on the idea.

(Or reinterpret this as like, flower language, gift giving symbolism by pagan standards, or crow language. Which not gonna liez my ADHD ass really wants to write a crow sinner giving them weird random stuff they find that they think the others would like.)

Anyway, I'm going to do things you'd do for each other that make you both wanna get married. Hope that's ok!

Alastor

It's not so much a single thing you do, but more like there is a single moment where he realizes he wants to marry you. And to be clear, his idea of marriage is going to be based off of what he grew up with and his own personal level of comfort with romance and intimacy (remember folks, aromantics have a spectrum as well and can get married and have perfectly happy, functional, healthy relationships and marriages).

It's probably not even a big grand gesture or anything. It's more likely something domestic and really sweet. Like it's post the finale fight with Adam, and he already knows he's getting attached because he let you help him get patched up. He lets you in his room, his space, and being touched by you is as easy and comfortable as it is with Rosie and Niffty, who have pretty much a free pass whenever.

Yet you're still always so respectful of his boundaries, of giving him subtle ways to avoid or redirect your touch if he's not feeling up to it. You never push, chosing to take what levels of affection he's willing to express but always letting him know you love him, and this last small thing is the thing that makes it click in his brain.

You bring him his coat, newly patched, cleaned of any trace of blood. The stitching is a little sloppy, crooked, and the fabric isn't lined up as well as it used to be, but you tried. He can see the effort and knows you spent hours holed up in your room after patching him up.

"I know it's not perfect, but it'll hold until you feel well enough to visit your tailor again." You say timidly, as if you expected rejection or critique. And while criticism wouldn't be unwarranted, he's just too emotional to say anything. His smile is gentle, a little wobbly, and he reaches out and brushes the coat aside to grab hold of you and pull you into a hug.

You're just so sweet and considerate, you understand him. He's not going to change, he doesn't want redemption, he thrives off the bloodshed and chaos of hell, but at the same time he's still just a man. And he wants you to be by his side for eternity, if he you want that too. He's never thought of marriage before but now...now he can't stop. He wants to have that with you. Domestic life, something to come home to.

He won't say anything right away, he wants his proposal to be perfect. He's going to have Rosie help him plan this every step of the way, but regardless, one day, you will be his partner.

As for what your moment with Alastor is, I think it entirely depends on what you value most in a partner. However, a general consensus I've seen in most of the fanfics and tumblr posts is the idea of Alastor showing us a softer side.

Not just showing us that he's more than a serial killer and cannibal with his own sense of morality. More than just feeling comfortable enough to let us initiate touch, hut genuinely letting us see past the Radio Demon persona.

Maybe it's by cooking for us and talking about how he learned the recipe from his Mama, which leads into him slowly opening up about her, how much he adored her. What she meant to him.

Maybe it's him and you at the bar in the hotel or in his room, sipping drinks, his jacket off, sleeves rolles up. Letting himself be casual and in a compromised state around you. Maybe he'll even take your hand and spin you across the dance floor like he used to with Mimzy. He doesn't even care if you're not that good, he can teach you, practice makes perfect, he just has fun with you.

Maybe it's a moment where he let's you touch him. Or seeks you out for help because he knows you won't say anything. Or if he humors you and flirts back when you tease him. Or let's say he has a tail and he doesn't snap your head off for accidentally touching it as you go by. Or he agrees to watch a movie with you or listen to a podcast despite how he feels about technology.

Maybe it's just a quiet night, sitting next to each other, each reading a book, his radio playing softly for background noise, and you look up to him to ask a question or say something and he's already watching you, a small, adoring smile on his face.

Take your pick of which one is the moment where your heart stops, your breath catches, and you realize that you wanna marry this man.

And then your delulu ass wakes up, lol.

Decide for yourself if you'd go through with a proposal or if you just accept how things are.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #sorry this isn't what you asked for #it's the best I could do

[toji-fushiguro-is-broke]

Getting married to Toji:

Getting Married to Toji

Choosing the wedding Venue and Decorations with Toji is a hard thing to do.

You know for a fact that this man is color blind and doesn't like anything fancy.

You knew that, when you said yes to his proposal. So the person helping you decorate your wedding is your two kids.

Especially Tsumiki, since she's the only one who can understand you.

Toji didn't like the fact that you two had to be separated so it won't 'Jinx' the wedding.

He was kinda excited about seeing you in a wedding dress.

"Fuck those shit, I wanna see ya." Toji said as he was waiting in another waiting room while you try out dresses.

"Toji..." You sighed.

"Alright, make it fast I want this to end. I didn't know there were some kinds of fucking rituals to do before marriage." Toji grumbled as he faces the wall.

He watched the television while he waited for you to choose your dress and Tsumiki's dress.

He thought to himself, 'I'm gonna fucking kill who ever made this, no see the bride before wedding shit.'

When it was time for choosing their tuxedo you had to go to different shops, because none of their tuxedos can fit Toji, so his had to be custom made.

Toji had to endure days and hours just to choose a tuxedo.

"Fuck, Can't I just a shirt and pants to the wedding?" He complained.

"No." Tsumiki and Megumi both said

When Toji got married to Megumi's mom. He did it at the court, so it went fast as you can think of.

He knew, You, Tsumiki and Megumi would be happy so he can endure it, It's the least he can do.

On the wedding day, he hated the long wait, he didn't even see you the entire day.

Not only was he irritated, he was also a bit anxious on how this will go out.

"Fuck" He mutters as he punches the wall.

"Calm down Dad." Megumi said as he was sitting on a chair scrolling in his phone.

"How much longer?" Toji asks

Megumi looks at the clock and stands up.

"Now, let's go to the altar." He says as he opens the door for his Dad to go out.

Toji walks out and goes to stay at the altar.

'Once this shit ends I'm killing the man who made this tradition.' He thought as he saw the door opens.

As every groomsmen and bridesmaid comes in through those doors.

Tsumiki was walking with a beautiful dress accomapanied by a friend.

And for some reason Gojo was a flower girl throwing roses especially at Nanami.

And the very last, You.

You were slowly walking down the isle with your father in tears.

It felt like, the wait was worth it, everything was perfect. You were perfect. He watched as you were walking.

He wanted to pick you up and just bring you home.

He smiled as you walked to him, as the priest started to speak.

You spoke first on your speech, it made Toji melt, chest filled with happiness, sadness and content with you.

And when it was his next, he didn't know what to say.

"Y/N, for as long as I've existed. I never thought I'd ever find someone like you, you understood me, cared for me and loved ne unconditionally even though we both know who I was. I am happy that I have the honor to love and appreciate you for the rest of my life, and in death." He said

You were shocked at his words, tears falling from your eyes, as tears also fell from his eyes.

You both smiled at each other lovingly, you both felt love and safeness at each other's arms.

You were both lucky meeting each other.

*After the wedding*

"Dad, on your wedding speech. Where did you get it from?" Tsumiki asked.

"I also don't know, was kinda in the moment." He said as he was hugging you asleep.

"Yeah, it was almost like you were possessed by some kind of entity." Megumi added

"We should get you checked Dad." Tsumiki replied.

"Eh, Whatever." Toji replies

#jjk #jjk toji #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro #jjk toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you

[kinardbegins]

HIIII 😁

I'm leaving a lil idea in here: how about one or both of them being covered in soot (like tommy was) and them having a lil intimate moment helping the other or eachother clean up?

HI HI HI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST <333

this one got soooo away from me lol it was supposed to be like 200ish words but omg yeah it got a lil deep

wc: 1.2k

no warnings but tommy's pretty sad in this (and buck's there for him <3)

also on ao3!

sense of belonging

Tommy can’t help it, he has to see Buck. He feels lost, as if nothing is ever going to be okay again, and he needs someone he knows he can count on. Someone he can trust. Which is how he finds himself outside the 118, grimacing at his old firehouse. He can’t deny that he misses it, but he also can’t deny that he never did belong there.

Eddie spots him from inside and makes his way over with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Hey, man! What are you doing here?”

Tommy tries to smile but it falls short. “Just finished work. Needed to see if… if he’s okay.”

There’s a shift, then, and Eddie just knows. Knows that something must have happened. Something must have set him off. “Yeah. Yeah, man, he said something about getting a shower just a few minutes ago. Got a bit dirty on the last call, which… seems like you did too.”

Tommy shrugs. He knows he looks like hell. Dirt sticks to his eyebrows and dried blood lines the straight-edge of his jawline and god knows what else is there. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror long enough to clear it off. Not after the shift he had. Not after the civilian he lost. 

Moving swiftly to the shower room, giving forced smiles to anyone who looks his way, he finds Buck stepping out the shower with a towel around his waist. If it were any other day, Tommy wouldn’t be able to look away from the water clinging to his toned muscles and the short hairs trailing below the towel. But now, in this moment, he can’t look away from his face, from the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are slightly parted and his birthmark seems pinker than usual, almost crimson. And then he gets to watch how his face completely changes when he spots him. How he brightens immediately. As if just seeing him makes him the happiest man alive. 

It hits him square in the chest. He’s not sure how someone like Buck can look at someone like him and have that type of reaction. He’s not used to it. Sometimes he still wonders if this is the universe playing some sort of sick and twisted game with him and that one day he’ll wake up to find this all gone. Ripped away. Just like everything and everyone else he’s ever known.

But seeing that Buck is okay–seeing him there and happy and alive–brings up all these emotions Tommy can’t quite figure out right now. There’s relief, that’s for sure, and there’s happiness, but there’s also a stronger feeling than the usual flutter in his stomach and the tightness in his chest and that should scare him but it doesn’t. Buck opens his mouth to talk but all he gets out is a hmmph as Tommy takes two large steps toward him and they collide in a tight embrace. He doesn’t care that Buck is soaking wet from the shower and drenching his clothes, he just needs to feel close.

Buck seems to understand though because he says nothing. Instead, he pulls Tommy in closer and gently scratches at the short hairs at the base of his neck. It calms him down enough to pull back and look at Buck properly, taking him in and memorising that look on his face. Just in case.

“Hey,” he whispers, voice hoarse. 

Buck’s eyes soften. “Hey, yourself. Bad shift?”

“You have no idea.”

Buck cups his face and runs the pad of his thumb over his cheek. Tommy doesn’t remember a time he’s ever been touched so gently before. “I think I have some idea,” he says, sliding his hand down Tommy’s jaw and furrowing his eyebrows at the blood. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“You should get dressed first,” Tommy mutters. He’s suddenly struck with the feeling that he’s being a burden. That he’s invading Buck’s space. His time. “Incase you need to run out.”

Buck seems like he’s about to protest when he realises that Tommy’s right. “I’ll be back in a second, I swear,” he sighs before ducking out of the room and leaving Tommy alone. It’s not until this moment he realises just how tired he really is. All he wants to do is go home and crawl into bed but he feels stuck. Like he can’t move. Risking a glance at the mirror, he’s grateful to find that he can’t see himself through the steam. He’s not quite ready to face himself yet.

But before he can dwell on it, or think about how it felt to watch someone die right in front of him (not for the first time, but certainly not for the last time either, and that makes his stomach twist uncomfortably), Buck is running back into the room and taking Tommy’s face in his hands. He tilts his head to one side and then the other before tutting and reaching out to turn on the tap, keeping one hand on Tommy at all times. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature of the water, he runs a cloth underneath it and rings it out before slowly reaching up to dab it over Tommy’s jawline. 

“Is this your blood?”

Tommy shrugs. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

Buck pauses for a moment before moving to wipe at the dirt coating his eyebrow. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Tommy shakes his head.

“Okay,” Buck says after a while, scrubbing away the last of the dirt. His touch is so gentle and so caring that Tommy fears he might cry. “Do you want to come eat with us? Bobby’s making his famous lasagne.” He pulls away the cloth and drops it in the sink, running some water over it for a moment before switching off the tap and putting all his attention back on Tommy. Both of his hands drop to Tommy’s shoulders and he smooths his palms across the broad expanse, offering a sweet smile. “You’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Tommy sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be, I promise. Bobby will love to have you; we all will.”

And that’s how Tommy finds himself sitting where he used to sit all those years ago, only this time he knows that he doesn’t have to hide who he is. So when Chimney brings up something Tommy did once on a call so long ago it feels like a past life, something shifts inside of him, and when Bobby claps him over the shoulder with a proud smile, that something becomes a little lighter. Hen smiles at him and Eddie bumps his arm against his and Ravi listens intently as he retells the story from his point of view. And when Buck laughs at a joke he makes, his head tilting back to let out the loveliest sound Tommy’s ever heard, and then he looks at him to see if he’s laughing too, Tommy can’t help the genuine smile that graces his face. And he realises he feels like he finally belongs. And that maybe, just maybe, things will be okay after all.

#YAY I FINALLY WROTE FOR THEM #im lowkey kinda proud of this #i feel like tommy is so confident on the surface and in general but he just doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere #this is as new for him than it is for buck #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #kinkley #tevan

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

come to think of it how do you think Branch learnt everything he knows?

in TBT he says in the argument scene that after Grandma died there was no one left to take care of him confirming that he literally had no one after her death.

implying with everything else we know about his backstory that he Raised himself from a very young age likely 5 6 or 7 I'd assume based purely on his looks alone.

but thinking about it how could he have learnt how to do everything that he knows as an adult?

I mean I know some of it can simply be self taught but do you really think a little kid that age would be able to self learn everything that Branch knows as an adult?

like how to build an underground Bunker without it collapsing in on itself? and how to build a working lift in the Bunker?

and just basic stuff like cooking and maintaining a House by himself ( Hell I'm in my early 20s and I still struggle with a lot of that crap 😂😂😂😂 )

I mean do you think he literally is meant to have just been alone? or do you think its more a case where he didn't have a specific guardian per say.

but maybe he was still technically looked after by the village to an extent like he had people to teach him certain things and or bring him food and stuff that he needed to make sure he was still healthy.

but he still sorta just lived on his own and didn't interact with other people unless he absolutely had to due to how closed off he was.

some people like to HC Kismet as having visited him during all those years to check up on him occasionally and bring him stuff and make sure he was properly taking care of himself.

so maybe we could find out something like that was the case in a future film tho maybe not necessarily with Kismet as cute as that would be.

like maybe he did have certain people looking out for him over the years when he was a kid despite him closing himself off from everyone.

IDK it'd just be sorta cute I think he still has large gaps in his Backstory that DreamWorks could potentially work with in the future.

like maybe a future film does actually introduce a new character from his past during that period in his life who tried to look out for him or at least check up on him every now and then to make sure he wasn't literally dead.

as I like the idea of him maybe having a kinda surrogate parent figure in a future film who he didn't even really think of in that way.

but later on its pointed out to him just how much they tried to do for him as he was growing up even tho they had to somewhat do it from a distance given Branch's wishes of wanting to be alone.

like maybe they were someone who also lost loved ones to the Bergens and they were more understanding of Branch's grief and him not being able to move on like the rest of the village did.

plus they just had a basic human amount of empathy and could see it probably wasn't Right to leave a grieving traumatised little kid with nothing to take care of himself with.

and maybe over the course of the film he kinda slowly realises even during all those years he spent alone someone did actually care and at least tried to look out for him.

and Branch comes to appreciate them like family plus Bro zone would instantly like them given how they looked out for him when they weren't there.

so they don't judge the relationship at all and are just kinda happy for Branch. ( I mean they can't claim he's betraying their parents memory or anything he didn't even know them as far as we know )

but now I'm getting more into fanfic ideas territory than cannon based speculation territory lol.

I just want the next film to give my boy some Happiness and a cute little semi surrogate parent plot has been spinning around in my head for the past week now.

I just kinda love the idea even if it would sorta be a retcon to his backstory and more new characters for the future films to have to introduce and develop even tho the cast is already super full.

but like I said I just find the idea kinda sweet plus screw Brozone lol I'd love for my boy Branch to find a found family member in the future.

who actually did try and be there for him throughout the worst periods of his life even when the rest of the village may have saw him as a lost cause.

but like I said that's more fanfic idea territory anyway what do you think in regards to the main question of the post? 😂😂😂😂

#trolls #trolls branch #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #branch trolls #branch #trolls dreamworks #trolls 3 #trolls branch angst #Trolls #Trolls Branch #Trolls Branch Angst

[kamisama1kiss]

First off LOVE THE PAGE AND THE WRITING and as a fellow reader I’d like to request maybe possibly a Lloyd Dating headcanons? Pretty pleasssssssssse with a cherry on top 🫶🏻🥺

AHHH Thank youuu!! 😭😭 this is so cuteee. I am giggling to myself writing these headcanons!! Suprised, I hadn't thought of this yet!! Might even have gotten a bit overboard with writing for him🤭🤭

(!Gender neutral!)

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Lloyd Garmadon Headcanons { Dating The Green Ninja }

- As in start, he would make sure NO ONE knew you were together when he was the green ninja since he was scared for you to get hurt in any way (expect the other ninjas)

- But when outside of being the green Ninja and in public, he didn't mind having small affection of PDA as in hand holding, cheek kisses, and ect

- It was definitely a rookie start with his past feelings going horribly, which meant he would need a handful of reassurance, understanding, and patient

- His favourite pass time is reading comics with you in his arms, reading with him. Leaning your head on his shoulder would definitely make him a bit shy no matter how many times you've done it

- Couple goals since day one!

- Everybody knew about his crush for you before he even knew it himself. He had refused for a little while, Kai eventually pushed him enough to ask you out

- He is 100% a communication kind of guy, even with the smallest subjects. All he wants to make sure of is that fact that you and him can rest easy without worrying about anything.

- The kind of guy who would admire you when doing absolutely anything, as simple as reading, his gaze filled with nothing but admiration for you

- If you cought him looking, the tips of his ears would turn bright pink. Looking away and acting as if he didn't just admire you for like 20 minutes

- Expect in private back hugs, surprise kisses, long comforting hugs, and cuddles for days, but you'd only achieve this after a few months since in the start he was scared to even hold your hand

- Checks up on you to make sure you eat and take care of yourself, but make sure to do the same. This poor guy forgets himself all the time, and the burden of being the green ninja weights on his shoulders

- Date nights wouldn't be regularly since his duty, but he always tried his best to at least do it on your anniversary every month. If not that day, then the day before or after

- Knowing if you were upset, broke his heart completely, would do anything in his power to make you smile and feel better.. maybe even a small snack that he knows you enjoy.

- Stargazing is a must!! It's a way to rewind and hangout, the world is finally quiet. He feels as if he can breathe and just enjoy his time with you, no worries in the back of his mind when holding you under the stary nights

- Would get teased by the others the both of you all the time, but nonetheless, they were happy he found someone who wasn't a evil person in disguise

- You'd join their family nights at one point. He'd silently be thankful over the fact you all get along and took you over many more get togethers

- At some point, being introduced to Misako was nervracking for the both of you. It went very well since she was very open and talked to you the whole time, over all after you left, she told him to bring you over for dinner next week.

- You'd bandage him up after fighting the bad guy this time around. He knew you were reliable if he ever did need help, but he felt guilty every time after you did help.

"You don't have to help me every time if you dont want to.. you do know that?"

"I want to help you, I care about you."

"..I appreciate it. Thank you, love.."

- Golden retriever boyfriend!!

- Playing with his hair is a must, it's very soft and well taken care of since he dose not use those 3 in 1 kind of bottles.

- His favourite kinds of dates would be being alone with you, most likely taking you away from everything and everyone. Picnic dates are 100% the onse you go on the most.

-Finding it easier to sleep with you in his arms at night, having not experienced it before he felt pride but also a sort of comfort to know you'd be there when he wakes up.

-Meeting Garmadon would be just a tiny bit different. Dont get me wrong he is happy for Lloyd but he's definitely a bit more difficult to get liked by, just know he'd eventually grow a soft spot for you (This is when he isn't like killingly evil, yk)

- Overall being with Lloyd as in Dating will be a adventuris and a exciting experience! The most green flag in a man you could ever meet

#headcanons #lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon #lloyd Garmadon Headcanons #lego ninjago headcanon #ninjago headcanons #lloyd x reader #lloyd Garmadon dating headcanons

[thatsmybook]

I like how the show Young Royals has the forbidden love relationship be the straight relationship. How that relationship is forbidden is because of the amount of abandonment of Sara's loved ones and herself that that love would entail.

Sara could decide to keep being August's emotional support because she genuinely cared about him, and he would eventually learn to understand her needs and who she is and give her the same support. But at what cost?

Sara did not see what she did to Simon as a betrayal for ages because the damage had been done already. But when August didn't go to the police, she realised that he had deceived her with the knowledge she gave him about Simon to once again target her brother. He made her complicit in Simon's betrayal, and he didn't think what that would do to her.

She didn't realise until the gun scene how treacherous she had been to Simon and for how long. She had put her feelings for August above her feelings for her brother, who she felt had been disloyal to her by rekindling a relationship with their dad. Then she begins the relationship with August as a form of blackmail to keep her from telling Simon so she can get a place in the school.

Their relationship's existence was bad for their integrity and began with manipulation. When August tells her that she's just like him and she knows what needs to be done to reach your dreams, he is telling her that you know how to step on other people to get what you want. This is how he sees what she's done, and she's starting to see that that is what she's done with her blind ambition. That's not who she wants to be. She just wants to belong, have friends, ride horses, and be independent and not a burden on anyone. (She then goes on to find self-love, friendship love, and familial love that is wholesome. She even forgives Micke and accepts him for who he is fully).

Young Royals doesn't reward this forbidden love with a happy ending. The homosexual love has the happy ending because THIS is the wholesome relationship.

Though Wilmon have problems in their communication, ultimately, they both care about each other's happiness and wellbeing. Simon loves Wille for the person he is, not the superfici role assigned to him. He loves him for his kindness and consideration and for really seeing Simon for who he is and valuing him in return. Wille loves Simon for who he is as his equal. He loves his integrity and his sense of self, even in elite spaces that see him as lesser than. Wille loves Simon's individualism, and he is learning to love that trait in himself as well. Wille has always just been someone's brother, someone's son, a country's Crown Prince. He is never valued for himself until he meets Simon.

(Also, edited to add, they love each other enough to let each other go. Simon sees his presence in Wille's life as putting pressure on his role as Crown Prince. He breaks up with him for his own self-love and boundaries but also because he wants Wille to figure out what he wants on his own without Simon muddying the waters. He wants Wille to make choices for his now sake. Not his mother's or Simon's. He makes the same decision of self-love and need for Wille's self-determination at the end of Season 1. Wille tells Simon how he doesn't want to hurt him but he realises that he is clumsy at times in how he comes across. He is letting Simon go because he respects Simon's boundaries even though it is hurting him to not fight and keep the relationship going. He realises he has to sort out his own problems. And he is eventually brave enough, after listening to Wille's Song, to choose self-love and tell his mother what he needs.)

The fact that the creators of this show had to fight to show Wilmon's love fully to the audience, tells me that this show was a revolution in how it shows what is forbidden love and what isn't. (Netflix didn't want the sex between the two teenage boys shown and Lisa had to explain that if the show had straight sex in the previous season, they had to equally allow lgbtq sex). Wilmon's love making is such important communication between the characters and between the audience and the characters. What we see, when we see it is important for the publically perceived couple in-universe but also to our society that sees so little wholesome homosexual love in teenagers on our screens. It shouldn't be a revolution to love another or yourself is one of the messages of the show.

I wonder what other ways Lisa and Rojda had to fight with Netflix to tell the story the way they did and how much compromise they had to make. I remember them nearly cutting the discussion about the Kris book in season 2. If they had more creative control, I wonder how much more story we would have got. Definitely more episodes, even if the story was told in three parts. Probably, if they were told they could have three seasons at the start, Lisa could have spread the plot points more evenly over the three seasons. Perhaps episode 6 could have been spread over 2 episodes.

Anyway, my rambly thoughts about some of the meta storytelling in Young Royals.

#young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #yr s3 spoilers #prince wilhelm #young royals analysis #sara eriksson #august horn of årnäs #lisa ambjörn #rojda sekersöz #lgbtq love #forbidden love

[magics-neptunes-things]

Secrecy

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 :)

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #luna