#and those around her misinterpret it as her drunkenly asking to get a car home

[it-hits-different-cause-its-you]

I cant actually believe that anyone can interpret hits different to be about a man, I was trying to explain it to a friend of mine who's not entirely convinced about gaylor and wow! How can it not be about a girl!??! Even if we look away from the fact argumentative antithetical dream girl only really makes sense to be about the person the song is written about in a grammatical, how could that line be about Taylor when the rest of the song describes how broken down and severely depressed about the situation she is. Does 'I cried over a hat', 'asshole outlaw', and 'my sadness is contagious' sound like someone describing themselves as someone's dream girl???? Because I certainly wouldnt say so.

[maddestzoomer]

peach and strawberry

request from @soggy-enchilada - Hiya!!! Could I please request a Nancy x female reader, where the reader is an Australian exchange student?? Something fluffy, maybe drunkenly confessing feelings at a party or something?? Smut or no smut, doesn’t bother me at all. Thanks !!

warnings - underage drinking, a tiny sprinkle of angst, ya know, the ushe

word count - 1.8k

a.n. - this is such a cute concept like !! my heart :( i didn't realize what absolute trash i was for nancy until now lmao. thank you for requesting this story!! i had a blast writing it! feel free to give me your thoughts & opinions on it :)

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It's not the calendar that marks the passage of time for Nancy- rather, it is the subtle shift in the way the air smells. Now, the air smells clean and floral, telling of spring and chirping birds. It was March now, and the party-goers were just beginning to come out of hibernation

Pressure builds on her shoulders, and so she puts on a pastel pink sweater and tries to remember how the actual hell you talked her into going to a party.

Maybe it had to do with the way her name fell from your lips, coated with that lovely accent of yours. Or- maybe it was the smile you flashed her as she agreed to come with.

It had all begun a couple of months ago. Nancy was assigned to show you around the school- to basically be your bud until the week ended.

But your friendship didn't end once the week did. It continued through the two of you hanging out and studying together, through the two of you making inside jokes and helping one another to pick out outfits. It was through those times together that a seed was planted, one that seemed to be growing rapidly.

Throwing on a pair of flats, Nancy prepared herself to see you, and in turn, go to a party she didn't really think she belonged at. You'd agreed to pick her up for a party she truly didn't want to go to. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, tilting her head to the side. She looked okay, she felt (kinda) okay, so maybe tonight would be okay.

Looking at her dainty gold watch on her wrist, she realized it was time for her to go- 9 o'clock, sharp. Taking a deep breath in, she sprayed some perfume on her neck that smelled of peaches and strawberries, then walking from her room.  

And sure enough, as soon as she walked downstairs, there you were, waiting in your car. She smiled softly to herself, taking one last deep breath before walking out of the door.

Hurridly, she walked to your car, smiling as she got in.

"Hey there, Nancy! You ready to have some fun?" You gladly greeted, smiling brightly at the brunette sitting next to you. Goodness. That smile... It was enough to make Nancy's stomach fill with butterflies

Nancy smiled softly with a small frown as she looked to her feet, feeling something was there- a box, maybe. "Hi, Y/N- Um, what's down here?" She asked

"I probably should've moved that." You say, beginning to drive. "It's just some beer, they wanted me to bring something to the party. You can have one if you want." You tell her with a smile

Nancy softly bit down on her bottom lip, but eventually reached down and slipped a can from it's case. She didn't really like alcohol (the taste, the smell, the way it made her feel hot)- but she did want to have fun tonight. Plus, it's easier to be around a bunch of drunk teens when you, yourself, are a drunk teen.

Pulling at the tab, the can hissed open, filling the surrounding air with the smell of cheap beer. Nancy brought it to her lips, taking a small sip, then a bigger gulp to help it go down a little easier.

"So uhh, what house is the party again?" Nancy asked

"It's at that David guys place, the house on Maplewood." You glance over to her with a small smile "I may need your help in finding the right street."

Nancy smiled and nodded. David's house was a lot further than she'd expected the two of you would be driving- at least thirty-five minutes one way.

You reach over and change the radio's station, turning on some Tears for Fears song.

Softly, Nancy bit the inside flesh of her bottom lip. She felt like she /needed/ to tell you something- but she just couldn't find the words to do so.

How could she express the fact she loves hanging out with you? How can she express the fact simply thinking of you is enough to make butterflies flutter in her ribcage? How could she explain she wanted to hold your hand and kiss your lips? She couldn't. Not while sober, at least.

The two of you drove in silence for a solid ten minutes- silence that wasn't uncomfortable, just a little... unfamiliar. Usually, the two of you were joking and talking all whilst you hung out.

"You okay, Nancy?" You softly asked, noticing the almost troubled look plastered on her face.

Nancy looked to you with an almost saddened look in her eyes. "I just... I don't know if I really want to go to the party. I know it's du-"

"We don't have to go, especially if you don't want to." You say with a soft smile. "I want you to have fun tonight! If fun for you is just hanging out, watching a movie, and feasting on popcorn, then that's fun for me too."

Nancy smiled softly, going quiet for just a moment. "Maybe... Maybe we could do some star gazing? I know it's a bit chilly, but-" She glanced out her window "it looks so beautiful outside."

You smile softly and nod. You weren't at all surprised Nancy would prefer to watch the stars instead of hanging out with drunk people. Hell- you'd prefer that too.

You pulled the car into a parking lot- one that had a small park and a baseball field surrounded by a thick forest of trees. What you felt when with Nancy was hard to describe. You could taste words on the tip of your tongue (happiness. hope. home. love.)- but they always scared a part of you for reasons you couldn't understand.

Parking the car, then turning it off, you and Nancy got out. She carried the case of beers with her already opened one still in her hand. You smiled softly over to her, causing her to return a smile with the tiniest blush- one that couldn't be spotted thanks to the dark atmosphere around you both.

"We can sit on the hood if you want." You say, walking and taking a seat on said hood. Nancy did so as well, setting the case of beer down between the two of you. The two of you still sat close- close enough for your shoulders to occasionally brush against one another.

The air outside didn't feel as chilly when the two of you were together. It felt far closer to pleasant- with fresh forest air swirling softly around and stars dancing in the sky above.

You take a beer, opening the can before bringing it to your lips- /drink, drink, drinking/ until your face feels slightly flushed and the tiniest bit numb.

Nancy chuckled softly as she watched you do so "Careful," She said "I don't want you getting sick."

You smile at this- at her instant concern for your wellbeing. She was too sweet- all strawberries and milk tea.

It was slightly hard to comprehend the fantastic human you had beside you, especially the more you two drank.

Within an hour and a half, between the two of you, you were already down six beers. It was a lot easier for Nancy to drink when around you- especially when it was just the two of you. It was more comfortable that way; safer, even.

Nancy went eventually quiet, just staring at the stars with glossed over eyes. She should tell you...

"Y-Y/N?" She softly asked, keeping her glossy gaze on the stars above. There was a small frown building between her brows, one that made her look unsure of what she was about to say.

"Yeah?" You softly ask, steadily gazing at her.

You saw Nancy bring the beer can to her lips again, take a mouth full, and then swallow down harshly. She still had yet to return your gaze.

"I need to tell you something..." She softly murmurs, finally looking over to you. "But- please, promise me you won't like laugh or-or get freaked out." Her voice broke slightly as she spoke, and the heavy look she was giving you told that this- whatever it was- was serious. That emotions were involved- and that it would hurt if you reacted negatively

"You have my word." You say, suddenly becoming aware of how your heart was beginning to race.

Nancy went quiet, dropping her gaze down to the hood the both of you sat on for a moment. She knew she could trust you. She could /feel/ her stomach turning up and around, could feel her heart beating wildly like a caged animal in her chest.

A soft, trembling hand took yours and held it gently, causing your own heart to begin beating harder. God- if she were sober, she'd probably be having a heart attack right about now.

"I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. And-" She choked softly on her words, biting down on her lip. "I just... I just thought you should know." She says

You continued your wide-eyed, saucer-like gaze at her. Did she just say what you think she said? O-Or are you somehow misinterpreting this? Fuck- you hope there isn't any misinterpretation.

"Say something, Y/N. You're scaring me." Nancy says, forcing a small, uneasy chuckle with an equally small, uneasy smile

Slowly, you reach over, putting a gentle hand on her cheek. She couldn't help from leaning into it slightly, your thumb tracing over her cheekbone.

You leaned in slightly closer, allowing for your lips to connect. As soon as your lips connected, a jolt of pure, unrefined electricity bolted it's way down your spines. Is this what euphoria felt like? To feel as though a small, perfect eternity was passing between your bodies- where the sky and the ocean mixed on the horizon.

Her lips parted against yours, sweetly deepening the kiss. She would've been glad to continue kissing like this until the mountains fell into the sea- but her-and your- lungs thought otherwise. Breaking away, you both smiled brightly, lips buzzing and heads spinning.

You allowed for your forehead to rest comfortably on hers as you both caught your breath, hand still cupping her certainly crimson cheek, reddened lips softly brushing past one another.

"I really like you too, Nancy."

[generouslyinnercheescake]

A/N: hello my luvs!! I know I never upload fics on tumblr anymore, but I decided why not?? so here y’all are with a short demonfire fic! I hope you enjoy and have an absolutely amazing day!!! All love ❤️ ps: A’ma is Damian and Mar’i’s daughter in my universe.

WARNING: mentions of sex and drunk behavior (though not inappropriate).

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“Hey,” Damian slurred out, a flirty undertone to his greeting.

Mar’i looked up from her own drink, a victorious grin blooming on her face. “You’re drunk, aren’t you, Dami?”

Damian narrowed his eyes, although it had little effect as his entire face was red as all hell. “I would never,” he scoffed, making Mar’i chuckle. “I am only mildly intoxicated, Mar’i,” he added as an afterthought. Mar’i tilted her head, visibly assessing him to show that she didn’t believe a single word he had just said.

Damian’s body language suddenly changed when he saw Mar’i gaze, and she guessed he misinterpreted it because, uncharacteristically, his spine curved while his expression picked up a dopey smile.

“Come here often?”

Mar’i stilled, her grin somehow widening. “Excuse me?” No way in hell. Is he really this type of drunk? If so, I should let him loose all the time.

Damian grinned back at her, his face flushed beautifully. “I said,” he drawled. “Come here often, sayidat jamila?”

Mar’i softly put down her drink, not breaking her amused gaze from Damian. “Are you hitting on me, Dami?” She asked, tilting her head cutely, the same amused smile resting on her pink lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Damian asked, taking another sip of his drink, almost completely missing the straw.

“I don’t know,” Mar’i commented back mysteriously, yet also amusedly. “Why wouldn’t you?” She inquired, then taking a swig of her fruity drink. Mar’i then added, “Also, you know calling me some pretty names in Arabic isn’t going to cut it, Dami.”

He put his drink down, suddenly earnest. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the multiverse,” he murmured sweetly. “You deserve to be called those things.”

Mar’i’s shoulders drooped as she heard Damian pronounce his affection for her, however drunk he was. “I think you’re beautiful too, Dami,” she replied, her smile dopey, although much less so than Damian’s drunk one.

Suddenly, the twenty-five-year-old man quietly burped into his fist, inwardly hoping it would not escalate to him on the floor, vomiting. He could faintly hear Mar’i raucous laugh beside him, it’s noise infectious and reminding him of home.

Mar’i grabbed his shoulder, as his elbows were now rested on the bar. “I think we need to head back to the manor,” she whispered in his ear. Before he could ask if they could do anything further, that night, she continued, “And go to sleep. They’ll only take care of her until tomorrow morning.”

Dami groaned when he remembered Dick’s promise to drop A’ma off at 11 AM. At first, the man was glad that he could see his daughter sooner rather than later, but now he felt like sleeping for an entire year.

Mar’i chuckled. She could practically hear her fiancée’s thoughts. “Think about it. When you see A’ma you won’t feel so bad,” she teased. “A baby a day keeps the pain away,” she said as she pulled him out of the bar. The Gotham night air hit them like a train, the humidity making the sweat stick to their skin.

“I’m 100 percent sure that is not how the saying goes, my love,” Damian groaned. Mar’i smirked, then began walking to their car which was parked in a low key alleyway. She was thankful alcohol didn’t affect her like it did humans.

“I’ll drive,” Damian said drunkenly.

“No!” Mar’i contested.

“Hng,” Damian grunted as he walked into the passenger seat of the car. “I know how,” he muttered.

Mar’i shook her head and rolled her eyes at her fiancée’s ridiculous drunk behavior.

——-

Damian woke up with a pounding headache, of course.

As Mar’i walked around carpeted bedroom while she got ready for the day, he could hear every step she made and every drawer she opened creak unpleasantly.

“Hng,” he groaned as he hesitantly opened his eyes.

“Funny thing,” Mar’i said, clear and too loud, “you said the same exact thing last night.” She then slammed the drawer closed, and Damian tensed up.

“Hng,” he repeated.

Mar’i turned to him, and it surprised him that she held a sweet smile on her face. “I left some Tylenol on your nightstand,” Mar’i told him. Before she could finish her sentence, however, he was reaching for the bottle. And there was Mar’i’s twinkling laugh again.

“I knew I could get you drunk,” she said victoriously after he successfully dry swallowed the pill down. He could already feel his headache shrinking. “You got drunk enough for the both of us,” Mar’i joked.

A few minutes passed before she commented, taking off her nightshirt, “You were hitting on me last night.” He could read the amusement in her voice. However, when she finally finished throwing the shirt over her head, he could see her face. “It was really sweet,” she admitted.

And really, she had no room to admit that. She was the one who was not afraid to give affection, decelerations of love that he sometimes couldn’t find himself to give out as freely. Mar’i loved so freely, openly, something he never did. For her to say that was unfair, it felt like.

“You are more than sweet, my love,” he replied seriously.

Mar’i’s gaze softened as the pieces clicked together. “Dami,” she whispered, “you don’t have to be as open as me.” She closed her eyes, feeling at a loss. “You show your love in a different way. That’s okay,” she whispered as she climbed onto the bed.

“Drunk you was just more open, but that’s how drunk people are, Dami,” she assured him. He didn’t seem too convinced, however. “I love you just the way you are. I don’t expect anything you’re not comfortable with from you,” she told him.

Damian looked down at the blankets. “I love you,” he stated, not knowing what else to say at the moment.

Mar’i nodded and kissed his cheek. “I love you too.”

Damian slowly placed his head back onto his pillow, continuing to keep his eyes locked on his fiancé. Before he could blink, however, Mar’i swung a toned leg over his waist, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Wanna start what you oh-so-clearly wanted last night?” She asked seductively.

As Damian looked up at his smirking future wife, her black hair a sort of halo around her head and eyes twinkling with mirth, he found his answer.

“Of course, my love.”

They were thankful Dick took care of A’ma for an extra hour.