#pff this one was tough

[popchoc]

for clexa, angst 19 please?

You Didn’t Just Break Promises, You Broke Me Clarke & Lexa — The 100 (ep. 3x03)

After a short knock, Lexa re-entered Clarke's room with one of her dresses delicately draped over her arm - careful to avoid any wrinkling. She caught Clarke in front of the mirror, which in any other situation would have made her smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this for us?" she asked, her jaw tight with tension.

Clarke, about to finish her last braid, turned towards her. "I am," she answered, "But I'm not doing anything for you."

The emphasis on the last word wasn't hard to miss. This you was meant to be singular. This you was for her and for no one else.

Swallowing hard, Lexa avoided Clarke's stern glare. There were not many people who could make her feel small, but somehow Clarke didn't even have to try. With her eyes stuck on the floor, she mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"You said that already."

"Because it's true. If I'd known th—"

"—that you would ruin everything?" Clarke snapped, cutting her off before she could finish. 

Lexa didn't reply. She did force herself to look back up and meet Clarke's gaze though, despite the way it made her feel. She'd hated those moments when Clarke had been angry with her, but right now she would give anything to see her like that again. Anything not to see her in pain, which was a thousand times worse.

"You know, you didn’t just break promises," Clarke went on, her voice more quiet now, almost calm, "you broke me."

She watched how Lexa let her reproach sink in, before abruptly spinning away from her, just like she'd done a season ago. Yet unlike last time, she didn't leave. She just moved to the big window at her left to take in the land far down beneath her - or so Clarke presumed, as she could now only see her back.

"I know," Lexa simply said.

Clarke looked at her. Not at the army commander, not at the blood-stained warrior that betrayed her, but at her—the girl underneath all that. The girl with whom she'd spent all those weeks. Who she had come to know and appreciate for who she really was. Who she had come to care about, and who cared about her too - or so she thought.

Not Heda. Lexa.

Lexa, who had managed to find her, to capture her - only to realize this wasn't Clarke. Not anymore. The traces of the past months were clear, written all over her. The once smooth skin now harmed and shattered by life and battle in the wilderness. The soft, pleading eyes that she'd stared into right before they'd parted now hardened, lying dark and deep in their sockets. Lexa had been visibly shocked by the dirt, the scrapes, the bruises; berating those who'd brought her in.

But Clarke wasn't talking about her time in the woods. If anything, those days of survival and solitude had only strengthened her. Nor was she referring to the reason she ended up there. How it had been the treachery at Mount Weather that had made her lose everything: starting with her innocence, then her home, her people, and—eventually—herself. 

No, it hadn't been the action, the war they'd been in, that had given her the final blow. It had been the person. It had been the fact that Lexa, of all people, had broken her trust, and with it, a part of her. A real part.

Most likely her heart.

Because life had been chaos. From the moment she'd set foot on earth there had been conflict, danger, loss. Always, all the time, with not a minute to spare to even think about anything else. About anyone other than those who needed her. Let alone about herself; her own feelings, her own desires.

When Lexa had kissed her, it had awakened something in her. She knew that the moment their lips touched. But she also knew she needed time. Her mistake was believing she had some. Believing Lexa understood, cared enough to respect that… and would wait for her.

Clearly, she was wrong.

Lexa had literally turned her back at her. Deserted her. It had been a slap in the face for many reasons, but more than anything it had been the true realization what she'd meant to her.

Yet the worst part still had to come.

In the months after Clarke hadn't been alone. Lexa had been with her - all the freaking time. Whatever she'd tried, whichever distraction she'd sought, from fighting panthers to sleeping with Niylah, Lexa had never left her mind. And not just in the hating-her-guts-way, a feeling that she at least supported. No, the truly destroying part was the fact that she'd kept longing for her.

She had many reasons to be angry with Lexa, but the truth that she still had such a hold on her, after all she'd done, made her hate this girl even more. And with it, herself...

Clarke blinked, breaking her stare, then sighed deeply.

"I don't think you do."

Slowly, Lexa faced her again. To Clarke's surprise, she didn't fight her, didn't tell her wrong. She just nodded, in the most subtle way. It was nothing, really, yet when their eyes locked, they shared a look of careful understanding. One that seemed to say: we've taken ten steps back, but maybe, just maybe, this could be a small one forward?

Clearing her throat, it was Lexa who eventually broke their silence.

Holding up the dress, she said, "I think this should work," before swiftly leaving it on the bed on her sudden way out. "I'll be in the throne room, waiting for you."

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[ohimsummer]

COLD SHOULDER ft. BULLY! SATOSUGU

—minors dni, dubcon, oral [f. receiving], bully!satosugu x fem! reader, nipple play, groping, kissing, fingering, clit stimulation, one pussy slap, pet names (princess, pretty (girl), baby, sweetheart, puppy), implied penetration at the end

wc 2.2k

It’s obvious that someone like Gojo feeds off your reactions. He tugs at your hair so you yell at him, gets in your face until you’re forced to push him away, and he loves, loves, loves, the back and forth bickering for those truly vile insults you always sling his way. He’s just obsessed with little ol’ you. Barely at height with his chest, can’t move him an inch even with your sturdiest push, and yet you remain combative to Gojo’s every action. Until you’re not.

“You know she’s been giving me the silent treatment these past few days?” The warm feel of Gojo’s breath skims the shell of your ear, warmth pooling in your core while you shrivel deeper into Geto’s chest. Gojo runs a tongue over your earlobe, and pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, white brows upturned into a sad pout, before whining, “I mean really, what’s a guy gotta do for a pretty girl’s attention around here?”

Your eyesight darts to anything else in whoever’s bedroom this is, hoping to find some kind of distraction to take your mind off of these two. Gojo’s hot, heavy pants are loud over the stifled bump of music in the main area, piercing shrieks and cheers of drunk and crazed partygoers who are none the wiser to your current dilemma. Large, curious hands wander beneath your skirt, toying with the snug waistband of your panties. Geto’s firm hold keeps your wrists bound at the curve of your back, leaving you at the fiendish mercy of his white-haired friend.

“Just look at you, all pretty and dolled up.,” Gojo hums, lips lingering over your neck as he inhales your scent, before teeth sink in to add another purplish mark on your skin. “Can’t keep my hands off ya, princess.”

You want to lash out at him, bite back with the heinous album of comments that have been building on your tongue, hopefully enough to bruise his massive ego. Or tell him to get the hell off of you and keep his filthy hands out of your space. And he knows it, Gojo can recognize that familiar look of fury in your eyes, and he just adores how you so stubbornly keep biting your tongue. The stronger your efforts, the higher his yearning to hear just a single word from you.

“Still tryin’ to ignore us?,” Geto chuckles into the crown of your head. “Shame, I love the sound of that pretty voice.” He fidgets under you, grinding himself against your ass, an intoxicating, herbal smell of drugs wafting off of him. “C’mon, Satoru, make our little puppy bark.”

“Gladly”, Gojo remarks, eyebrows wiggling at you before two fingers skim dangerously close to your core. A shiver runs through you as Gojo mashes firm fingers to your cunt, prodding at your throbbing entrance through your panties, rubbing them over your pussy and coating your underwear in slick. Your lips quiver, legs desperately moving to close but they’re hooked over his friend’s knees, and Gojo licks his lips at your response. He casts a glance over your shoulder, likely at Geto, before moving up an inch to your aching clit.

“Ha, you’re fuckin’ soaked.,” he laughs teasingly, pulling at the crotch of your panties and watching the dripping strings of fluid connect back to your cunt, before letting the fabric snap back into place. “Actin’ all tough, pff, whatever.”

The words ‘shut up’ graze the tip of your tongue, just begging to be said, but you refuse to give in. That’s all they, especially Gojo, want. To get some kind of vehement reaction from you, and you won’t allow them the pleasure. Not when Geto eases a hand up your shirt to free your tits from your bra, and not even when Gojo begins sliding your underwear down your legs.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on the plump flesh, eyes narrowing at the sight of your panties disappearing into Gojo’s pockets before he spreads your thighs even wider. Heat rushes to your face at the knowledge that your pussy is practically on display for him. His twinkling blue eyes flicker over your glistening cunt, playful as Gojo leans in to plant rough kisses and nips over the expanse of your thighs. He spreads the drenched lips of your pussy, taking in the way you tighten and squeeze in a plea to be filled, before poking an index finger at your hole. His finger sinks right in, swallowed by your wet, greedy cunt up to his knuckle before he wiggles it around inside you. Geto takes note of your hitched breathing, how your wrists defy his grip in an effort for freedom. You catch winks of flowing black next to you, almost blending in with the dark shadows of this room, before you hear his voice low in your ear:

“Feel good, darling?”, Geto studies the flutter of your lids as his friend drives shallow thrusts into you. A long, needy whine breaks free, and he huffs a small laugh. “Mm, I know.”

Gojo sighs,“Fuck…”, totally awestruck at the way his large digit just disappears amidst the gumminess of your drooling walls. He retreats from your entrance, and both you and Geto can clearly tell he’s in love with the way your slick coats and drips down his finger. A steady fire blooms across every inch of your skin as Gojo takes the messy finger in his mouth, moaning in satisfaction at the flavor of you on his tongue. He savors the taste, eyes never leaving your own, and you watch as Gojo thoroughly licks the finger clean.

“Wanna taste?,” he asks when he’s done, pink tongue darting over his lips. “Or is that gross?”

He laughs at the scowl that forms on your face. You hate how Gojo somehow reads you so well, knows you’d call him disgusting and a pervert for what he just did. Hate how, if he didn’t know before, he definitely knows now that this is turning you on, if the way you leak fluids all down your thighs and this wooden dresser is any indication.

Geto’s pinch of your nipple acts as a distraction, pulling your attention back to his feverish, one-handed assault of your breasts. His fist clenches around your wrists, and you feel the hardness of Geto’s erection on your ass when he rolls his hips against you again.

“Mph!,” you barely stifle a whimper when Gojo lands a slap on your pussy, wetness spraying onto his flushed face. The way these two keep yanking your focus in every direction has your head dizzy.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh, what was that? Wanna speak up, princess?”

You give a desperate shake of your head, struggling to control the heave of your breathes as he begins massaging your clit under his thumb. “You sure?” And when you glare down at him, he shrugs. “Alright, then!”

Your eyes widen as he leans in closer, tracing over you one last time, and takes your pulsating clit between his lips, a loud whine catching in your throat as Gojo gives you a harsh suck. Head falling back over Geto’s shoulder, you arch away from his body, toes curling as Gojo laps and suckles onto the aching bud. Your jaw clenches, whimpering noises bubbling up your throat as your eyes roll to the back of your head, but you can’t help the few moans and mewls that break free.

“Ah, there it is, those sweet sounds.,” Geto muses, squeezing your wrists again in warning before releasing his grip on you. He’s pleased when you make no effort to fight back, muttering a ‘good girl’ with a pinch to your ass and trails his newly free hand up the expanse of your throat. Giving it a light squeeze, he kisses the roundness of your cheek, faintly rubbing a thumb over the tensed skin of your neck, and pulls your lips towards him. Your lids flutter open a crack, blurry image of Geto’s defined features overrunning your vision, before the soft feel of his lips covers your mind in a thick fog. Without your hands or a bruising bite to stifle yourself, the noise of your high-pitched cries easily begin to flood the room, a satisfying melody for both their ears.

“Can’t keep it in anymore, pretty?,” Gojo’s muffled taunt reaches from between your thighs, vibrations of his voice on your clit sending a twitch throughout your legs.

You can’t see him, only the mess of white hairs from the corner of your vision, but you can feel the penetration of his tongue, how it traces the surface of your walls, determined to mark every inch within reach. He uses thick fingers to bully your pulsating clit with rough circles and sharp pinches, rolling the hardened nub in his mouth between laps and broad strokes of his tongue, all of which easily drive out loud, needy whines you couldn’t even hope to hold back anymore.

“Keep making those lovely sounds, darling.” Geto moans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue before biting at your bottom lip. “Show Satoru how good he’s making you feel.”

Hot pants brush over your pussy, but Gojo continues his abuse of your clit. “Yeah, baby, talk to me, hm?”

The words, whether they were praise or an insult, because at this point you don’t know, get stuck in your throat, leaving room for only a choked sob to fall out as your hips mindlessly rut against Satoru’s fingers. Geto tightens his fist around your throat, leaving you struggling for already difficult breathes, his fingers still pinching and tugging at the pebbled skin of your nipples. The warmth in your abdomen has blossomed into a raging fire, muscles spasming as you gasp against Geto’s face, curses of ‘f–fuck–!’ and ‘shit!’ leaving your kiss-swollen lips at the sensation of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Hey, princess…,” Gojo catches your half-lidded gaze, tears building at the corners of your eyes. “Better talk to me or you don’t get to cum, got it?”

You twist your lips in a scowl, mind too dizzy but you know he means what he says, and you think you’d pass out and die if he took your orgasm from you when you were so close. He’s such an asshole, of course he’d hold your orgasm ransom just to get a few half-baked remarks out of you. Gojo's eyes peer into your own, head slightly tilted as he watches you weigh the options in your mind.

“F–,” he raises a brow expectantly, azure eyes widening in anticipation, trained on your lips as you hesitate on your words. “Fuck you, Gojo.”

And you’d think someone had just offered him all the money in the world the way his eyes light up, gleaming cerulean blues that crease under the giant grin on his face.

“Ah!,” he teases, shortly relishing in the moan you let out as he stuffs a third finger into your cunt. “There it is! Been dyin’ to say that to me all day, haven’t ya?”

You try and focus on something else, anything else to drown out his incessant mockery. But all that’s on your mind is Geto’s tongue down your throat, and his strong hand restricting your airflow, and Gojo still talking as his fingers curl to press into that spongy spot inside you–

“S–Satoru!,” you cry out, legs quaking as the coil in your tummy snaps, and your pussy gushes around his fingers.

Gojo stares, thoroughly bewitched by the way his name fell off your lips, and the cum drooling from your pussy, remnants of it dripping down his face and embedding into his clothes. “Holy shit…”He absentmindedly runs his thumb over the mess of your still-spasming cunt, barely taking in when you jolt under his touch.

“Stop it, Gojo, ‘m sensitive.,” you murmur between Geto's softened, sporadic kisses.

Your voice draws his attention, and suddenly Gojo is extremely aware of the aching hardness between his legs. He reaches down to palm at himself, hissing at the press of his hand against the bulge, before standing up from his kneeled position.

“Just look what you did, got me stiff as shit down here.,” Gojo huffs, undoing his pants to allow his cock some much-needed air.

You watch, dumbstruck, as the large appendage springs free. Even in the dim light of this room, you can see the redness of his tip, dick bobbing, precum dribbling down the length of it as Gojo takes a step closer, lining himself up with your entrance before rubbing up and down your slit.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you wriggle, only accomplishing to rub your sensitive clit against the head of his cock and Gojo sighs out a breath. “I-I said–!”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya.,” he interjects, rubbing two hands over your thighs. Gojo takes the back of your knees, holding your legs up higher to essentially fold you in half, and presses his hips forward, watching your cunt threaten to swallow his tip. “Maybe it’s good that you’re all sensitive, now. Might get ya talking some more for us, no?”

You angrily narrow your eyes at him, whining at the burn of his fat tip stretching you out. “No.”

And Gojo’s smirk widens. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

[sttoru]

“SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS.”

ෆ sypnosis. satoru returns to the dorms with a random child one day, leaving you confused as to who it may be.

ෆ note. uhmmm teenage satoru taking care megumi while in high school … found family… sonsobsobs.

ෆ tags. teen!satoru x female teen!reader (romantic or platonic, up to you). fluff, bits of angst, comfort, spoilers manga/anime, you n satoru are classmates, found family trope.

“satoru, you can’t just kidnap a kid.”

you stare at the little kid that satoru had randomly brought into your dorm room. the boy, who had a black spiky hair cut, seemed to be around the age a first grader would be.

he was standing behind satoru’s tall legs, looking up at you with an indifferent gaze. he wasn’t talkative either which you hadn’t expected from a small child.

“i didn’t kidnap him,” satoru scoffs, placing the boy’s bag on the floor near the front door, “i actually saved the kiddo.”

“pff, yeah, right.” you dismiss satoru’s dramatic words as you kneel down to be at eye level with the little boy, “what’s your name?”

“megumi.” the kid answers in a quiet tone. he didn’t seem to be scared nor nervous about being brought here by a stranger.

you look from megumi towards satoru, who was staring down at the two of you—laid back as per usual. his hands were in his uniform’s pockets, body leaning against the wall.

the two boys seemed pretty relaxed about everything based on the way they were acting. and there you were, the confused and clueless one of the trio, “did you bribe the child with candy or something?”

“i wouldn’t fall for that.” megumi unexpectedly replies, earning a slight giggle from satoru and a mildly shocked expression from you.

“plus, if i had a choice, i definitely wouldn’t have left with a weird guy like him.” the little boy adds with a blank expression, though you could see the subtle side eye he was giving your classmate.

“hey!” satoru’s grin immediately transforms upside down, “now ya listen here, brat.”

he frowns and points a finger at the child; like a father disciplining his disobedient kid.

the difference between the two being that satoru was failing horribly. the only thing satoru could reply with was a small ‘tsk,’ and a mumble about how ‘little kids these days are extremely disrespectful.’

“respect is earned.” megumi answers matter-of-factly once he had caught on what satoru muttered under his breath.

“hey, hey, hey.” you interrupt before things escalated any further, “that’s enough.”

you were secretly amazed at megumi’s advanced vocabulary at such a young age. not that you’d say that right during a situation like this. satoru might even throw a dramatic and childish tantrum about it and assume that ‘you’ve taken sides’.

“alright, give us a minute, megumi. i need to have a small talk with satoru.”

you flash megumi a warm smile to which he quietly nodded. he seems to listen to your words without hesitation; a great sign that he was getting a bit more comfortable.

“come here and explain this entire thing.” you then whisper to the white-haired man, grabbing his arm and pulling him further into your dorm room.

you noticed the way satoru was still huffing and puffing, acting like a bigger child than the actual one standing at the front door.

satoru reluctantly plopped down at the edge of your bed. he was leaning back against his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“ya know that one guy, right?” he starts off vaguely and in a small voice so megumi wouldn’t be able to overhear the conversation, “the assassin from the zen’in clan that attacked geto and me within the jujutsu barrier.”

“…yeah.”

you saw the slight change in satoru’s expression. it was clear he was not too fond of thinking back to that incident, no matter how many times he may try to act tough on the outside and say that it wasn’t that big of a deal.

not that you’d blame him either; you’ve heard a few gruesome rumours about how that fight went down. you weren’t there when it actually happened (hanging out with shoko instead), so you can only ever imagine the pain geto and him went through.

“well, that’s his kid.” satoru answers with a sigh, cocking his head to the right towards megumi standing in the distance.

your jaw almost drops to the floor at the reveal. you looked from megumi to satoru and back, wondering how he had even found the child.

satoru takes off his glasses, playing with them a little before going on to tell the rest of the story.

he tells you about toji’s last words, the sum of money the zen’in clan offered toji for his child to be sold to them, the inherited techniques megumi has and the fact that toji had left megumi alone with his half-sister to fend for themselves.

after the thorough explanation, you sat there silently on your bed, staring at your socks. there truly weren’t any right words to say to all the information given to you. the only thing you confidently could say was that you were feeling sorry for the kids.

“so..” you clear your throat, tilting your head up to see look at satoru, “you’re gonna take care of him now?”

“and his sis, yeah.” satoru shrugs as he puts his glasses back on and runs a hand through his hair.

“i wasn’t not gonna leave the brat behind.” he adds with a sigh, “enough adults have failed him and ‘m not planning on being one of ‘m.”

you smile to yourself as your gaze lingered on the boy next to you. ‘adult’, huh? you thought to yourself.

satoru’s just a teenager himself, though when it comes to taking care of others, he seems more mature than ever. he’s caring, loving and affectionate, all in his own unique way.

satoru finally looked back to see if megumi was still at the front door. to both his and your surprise, the kid had walked further into your spacious room.

your eyes immediately noticed that megumi had politely placed his shoes near the entrance, along with his jacket which was neatly folded on a chair. megumi had great manners and it showed.

“what’cha doin’, kiddo?” satoru asks as he stands up from the bed and walks over to megumi who had taken an interest in the aquarium you had placed in a far corner.

as expected, megumi didn’t react to satoru’s words and just continued to stare at the fish swimming around; his eyes glimmering due to the lights reflecting off the glass.

“don’t ignore me.” satoru scolds the kid while ruffling his black hair. it wasn’t really a scolding, more of a soft and gentle reminder which didn’t hold much meaning.

you join the two and stand next to satoru behind megumi, “do you like the fish?”

“i do.” the first grader nods at your question, making satoru whine as he took great offense at the fact that a small kid was purposely ignoring him.

“oh, so you can respond to her and not me? ‘m feeling, like, suuuper offended right now. can you believe it?” satoru continues his small tantrum with a pout.

judging purely by personality, you could say that megumi was acting the adult part right now.

“grow up, satoru.” you tease with a sigh.

“you’re taking sides!”

there it was; satoru’s one and only defence which you had heard plenty of times before during his many childish arguments. you just giggle at satoru’s pouting and whining, letting him continue complaining to himself.

your eyes focus back on megumi. you couldn’t see his face from the angle you were in, however you caught a quick glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the aquarium.

the kid somehow seemed more at ease now; he even had a small smile on his face. you didn’t know if it was because of satoru’s bickering or due to the enjoyment of watching the fish in the water.

satoru’s voice slowly trailed off once he noticed the kid—who hadn’t smiled once since meeting him— finally show an ounce of joy.

he parted his lips to say something, however was quickly interrupted by you nudging his side with your shoulder as a sign to let megumi enjoy the moment.

the white-haired male shut his mouth immediately and grinned from ear to ear, forgetting his own tantrum as the three of you now silently stared at the small aquarium.

it seemed like megumi had found his forever home.

and it didn’t seem like he was the only one either.

[bruhnze]

BOXING LESSONS - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Fluff with a bit of smut, inspired by these pics cause holy hell their arms uhggg, they are fs in boxing lessons together. (imagine watching that, pff id die on the spot).

Summary: Lucy gets a substitute coach for her boxing lessons, but now it's a women, Ona gets jealous.

Wordcount: a very long one sorry; about 3600

Warnings: 18 and up, minors dni, fictional story.

BOXING LESSONS - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

/// 13:04 ///

Lucy and Ona came back from morning training to eat lunch at home. It was one o’clock and they had a rare free afternoon. Usually they wouldn’t be done until three, four or even five in the afternoon.

While eating lunch they discussed their activities. Lucy had her boxing lesson, what she tried to do atleast once a week and Ona wanted to go to the beach with Coco and Narla.

‘’So you have a substitute teacher today?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Yep, got an email from Mateo, him and his wife are dealing with some personal difficulty’s and that’s why someone else will come today, and he said if i like them, i could continue my year with them otherwise it’ll still be Mateo but then we’ll have to make effort with the scheduling’’.  Lucy stated.

‘’Well maybe the sub is better than Mateo, cause you said you needed more challenge, no?’’ Ona said.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy sighed ‘’i didn’t have the heart to tell him, he seemed so distracted lately, so maybe it is for the better, i’m curious about the replacement tho, hope their good’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’i cant wait to hear your stories when we’re back’’

/// 13:48 ///

While Ona got the dogs leashed up and gathered some stuff to take to the beach, Lucy cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. She tried to keep up with chores now that Ona practically lived with her, when she lived on her own ,she sometimes left the dishes for a day until she got to them.

But Ona liked the kitchen to be clean and Lucy knew that a happy wife, meant a happy life and it helped that she seemed to earn points with Ona everytime she did something around the house.

After the kitchen was spotless she walked to the bedroom, Ona was changing into a bikini. Lucy stripped aswell, but only to change into her gym clothing.

They looked at eachother while getting dressed ‘’it’s a shame we have to go’’ Lucy swooned while closing the gap between her and Ona, now both fully clothed again.

‘’ I can reschedule my appointment with the beach’’ Ona kissed Lucy briefly ‘’but it is probably better that you’re not late with your potential new coach’’.

Lucy kissed her back and sighed ‘’Yeah probably’’.

They gathered their stuff and walked to their cars. Lucy carried the bags while Ona held the leashes with the dogs.

Lucy helped her girlfriend settle everything in her car and gave her one more kiss ‘’see you in few, don’t forget to relax and maybe take some cute pictures of our little ones’’.

Ona smiled ‘’ I will, good luck with your lesson, don’t act too tough, watch your knee and also have fun’’

‘’Thanks mom’’ Lucy laughed causing Ona to push her away. ‘’Sorry that i care about you, stupid, no go before you will be late’’ with that Ona closed her car door.

Lucy waved and then sprinted to her own car, chugging her sports bag on the passenger seat. She connected her phone to the car to put some music on and drove off.

/// 17:04 ///

Ona had been tanning for a few hours almost ready to go back home again, the dogs were still playing with eachother in the sand, until she rembered Lucy asking for some photos.

She put her clothes back on and snapped some pics of the dogs from different angles. When she thought she got some decent ones she packed her stuff and leashed the dogs.

In the car the dogs layed passed out on the backseat, completely worn out by their beach adventure. Ona got behind the wheel and took a selfie of her with the dogs in the background.

She went through her photos and selected one of Narla, one of Coco, one of them together and the picture she just took to send to Lucy.

@Ona: *shared 4 pictures*

@Ona: we had a great time🏖️🏖️

@Ona: we''ll be home in 25

/// 17:58 ///

After Lucy stepped out of her second shower that day, she had put on a black tanktop and grey sweats and got her phone from her bag. Her and Valentina, as the substitute turned out to be called, had lost track of time a bit.

Her phone was full of incoming messages like usual and as usual one name stood out, Ona, she had sent something a while ago. Lucy opened the message and saw the photos, she read that Ona would be home in 25 minutes, she checked the time and realised how late it actually was.

She texted back.

@LucyB: hi bb, cute pics, they look exausthed

@LucyB: did you have them do laps up and down the dunes😂

@LucyB: anyway i’ll be home soon x, just showerd, sry we lost track of time.

Ona answered right away.

@Ona:nw, im making dinner, i think it will be done when you are here

@Ona: so new coach is good?

@LucyB: yeah she’s great, ill tell u bout her when im back

@Ona: drive safely , see u soon

Lucy was tempted to reply -yes mom- but instead she went for a simple heart emoji.

/// 18:43 ///

Lucy stepped in to their apartment and she immediately put her sports bag in the hall closet and threw her dirty sportswear in the laundry basket. Then she walked to the kitchen. ‘’Hola’’

‘’Hi’’ Ona smiled up, she was on her phone standing next to the oven  ‘’a few more minutes until its done’’.

Lucy stepped into her girlfriends space ‘’I have experienced better greetings, I don't even get a kiss?’’ Lucy pouted.

Ona looked up now and had to laugh ‘’ofcourse you get a kiss, sorry i was just watching something a-

Ona became silent and blushed, her eyes landing on lucy's upper body, specifically her arms.

She put her phone on the counter and held out her hands and took a bicep in each.

‘’Meu forta guapa’’ she grinned appreciatively.

Lucy looked at her confused but smiley, her spanish was okay but her Catalan not yet ‘’what? guapa i know but forta?’’

‘’I called u fit, forta is like strong’’ Ona said while tracing her hands over Lucy’s shoulders and biceps. ‘’I like this top, it looks nice on you.’’

Lucy grinned ‘’Fit hmm, soc de teva núvia forta y sexy?’’ (am i your strong sexy girlfriend) she tried in her broken Catalan.

Ona smiled, Lucy knew it got her weak in the knees when she talked, or atleast tried to talk in catalan, or spanish.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona said ‘’almost, its sóc la teva núvia forta i sexy?’’

‘’Yes you are, meu teva núvia forta i sexy’’ (my strong and sexy girlfriend) Lucy tried seductively.

Ona laughed ‘’Nice try but then its: la meva xicota forta i sexy’’.

Lucy groaned and looked up ‘’ugh i wish i would pick it up quicker, i want to be able to talk to you in your mother tongue’’

Ona held Lucy’s face ‘’I think you’re doing good, very good, you put in effort, and i mean, we have our whole lives to practice, right?’’

Lucy kissed her now, smiling into the kiss she talked as their lips were still connected ‘’are you asking to spent the rest of our lifes together?’’ then she pulled away and looked at Ona ‘’because, yes’’

Ona looked at her girlfriend with a wide smile on her face, ‘’no wasn’t a question, it was a promise, you will never get rid of me’’

‘’I dont want to, i’ll never will’’ Lucy cupped ona’s face and went in for another kiss, as the kiss became deeper and more heated, Ona pulled away suddenly.

‘’Lucy!’’ ona called out ‘’you distraced me, don’t you smell the oven?, quick!’’

They pulled out the tray with vegetables and chicken, it was a bit dark but they could stil eat it. They put everything on the table, including two bowls of rice and Lucy poured two drinks. Sparkling water with lemon and ice.

‘It looks good bub, thanks for making dinner’’ Lucy said as they took place at the table.

‘’no thanks, i'm happy to do it, would've been better if you hadn't distracted me, but okay, now tell me about your new teacher’’ Ona said as she started her meal ‘’If she is as bad as you at losing track of time in the gym i dont know if yous two are the best match’’ she laughed with her mouth full.

Lucy rolled her eyes and chewed until her mouth was empty before she spoke ‘’Valentina is her name, she was a professional, but because of injury she became a coach instead, the session was actually really refreshing, wayyy different from Mateo’s style. We first talked about my goal with boxing, she knew i’m a soccer player and then we talked about injurys for a bit and..,, yeah i don’t know actually, the time flew by, she got called actually, she had to go, so then i showered and saw your messages, but next week we planned a session together again.’’

Ona listened to Lucy, she was happy that Lucy had enjoyed herself but that the new coach was a women, that was something Ona was less happy with, she didn’t know why, but the way her girlfriend said -Valentina- got her feeling jealous.

‘’So how old is she’’

‘’huh? Who, Valentina?’’

There it was again, Ona felt it in her bones.

Lucy sighed ’’hmm, i don’t know actually, i guess about my age or something, maybe youger?’’ .. ‘’why’’ she said as she looked Ona straight in the eyes.

Recognising the fiery pupils that only came up when One was jealous.. wait.. was Ona jealous? Lucy thought by herself, why, how, she hadn't even seen Valentina.

‘’okay’’ Ona said poking at her food.

‘’Is someone a bit jealousss’’ Lucy laughed and stood up from the table standing behind Ona, she tickled her and kissed her neck ‘’You’re crazy Ona, my crazy little girlfriend’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek a few times and then flopped back in her chair.

She changed the subject by asking ‘’How was the beach’’  

/// 20:03 ///

‘’So you didn’t even swim huh?’’ Lucy asked

‘’nahhh’’ Ona laughed ‘’It’s nice out, but the sea is still wayy to cold’’

‘’did you know that Valentina swims in the seawater whole year round’’

‘’Does she now’’

‘’Yeah, i talked about my icebath, she said she wish she had space for an icebath but that her house is too small and thats why she just does morning plunges in the sea’’ Lucy said

‘’amazing’’ Ona couldn’t prevent the sarcastic tone it came out in.

Lucy laughed ‘’you don’t even know her, how are you already spiting the women’’

‘’well she seems to have made quite an impression on you, you hardly met her yourself and here you are Valentina this Valentina that’’ Ona couldn’t help pronouncing the name angry, she almost spat it out.

Lucy looked amused at her sputtering girlfriend ‘’why don’t you come with me, next week, then you will find out that you are worrying about nothing’’

Those words sparked Ona’s interest, next to meeting this mystery coach, she also had an opportunity to watch Lucy box, something she was farley interested in. She agreed ‘’yes, that could be fun’’

‘’Good’’ lucy said ‘’now, no more crazy talk’’

‘’Okay, but no more saying other people's names when!’’ One said sternly

Aha, Lucy thought, that was what had bothered Ona, she smirked, ‘’but i like saying Ona’’ she cheekily said, knowing full wel that was not what she meant.

‘’Other people!’’ Ona kicked Lucy under the table, ‘’im not other, im yours’’

‘’Hmm, damn right you are, come here’’, lucy said as she patted her lap.

//// The next week //// 19:16 ////

This session was at night, in the context of the other things they had that week Lucy had planned it that way deliberately. Lucy had sent a message to Valentina asking if it was okay if Ona came along for their session, to which the coach had reacted enthusiastically.

They stepped foot in the gym that Lucy was now a regular at since 2022, in the car Lucy had talked Ona through some of the basics but she had said that she was sure Ona would be a natural.

''Hello guys!'' a low voice called out.

''Hey Valentina'' Lucy said.

Ona stopped in her tracks as she faced the women, she had a completely different picture in her head than the woman with the high bun and undercut who stood in front of her. The woman had two tatted sleeves and she was wearing a muscle tee.

Lucy laughed not understanding why Ona had frozen up, she put a hand on her girlfriends shoulder and said: ''This is Ona, it's actually her first time boxing''. thinking perhaps Ona maybe went shy because she only now realized that she knew nothing about boxing.

Valentina walked over to the pair and put out her hand to shake Ona's ''Hi, im Valentina, you can call me Vale btw, and dont worry i love teaching rookies''

Ona put on a smile ''Good, I can't wait to learn''.

Ona laughed out loud on the inside, oh how she had misjudged this!

As they were warming up Vale was mostly giving attention to Ona, Lucy hadn't thought anything off it, after all, Ona was the beginner. Ona thought it was strange, she could do a warm-up.

Ona started to wonder if Vale was flirting with her when she felt her hand on her lower back for the umpteenth time this warming up and Vale kept coming close to explain things.

She tried to eye Lucy, who was completely caught up in her lunges.

''So are you a soccer player too?'' Vale asked.

''Yeah'' Ona anwsered ''Im with Barca, like Lucy, we're on the same team''.

''Ah so that's how you know her?''

''No, she, well it's a long story but Lucy is my girlfriend also'' Ona laughed akwardly ''It's kinda private though, that's why not everyone knows, but with the fans it's better that way''.

''Ah, thats a shame'' Vale smirked

''What'' Ona frowned, finding the smirk weirdly out of place.

''That the fans can be invasive'' ..''and that you have a girlfriend'' she quietly added, but loud enough for Ona to hear.

Ona knew she had not imagined it and was now stopping completely with the exercise she was doing..

Lucy walked over to them ''ah are you guys also done warming up, now we can start with the fun part'' she said while punching the air.

Ona and Vale laughed, Ona hoped Vale would get the hint and stop with her stupid behavior and they could just box.

While Lucy helped Vale get some gloves and wraps and two hand targets from the storage closet, Vale suggested Lucy and her could give Ona a demonstration of boxing first, a little sparring session, before teaching her.

Lucy agreed, as she liked the idea of Ona watching her and last week she and Vale had also finished with a friendly boxing match, which went quite well as Vale adapted to her pace.

Lucy showed Ona how to put on the wraps and gloves, while Vale helped her a bit. After that Valentine also put her gloves on and she explained the idea.

When they had been dancing around each other for a while and Lucy had done some blocking and hitting and Vale had dodged it and attacked back, going back and forth, things started to get a bit more intense.

Lucy was sweating and had a hard time keeping up with Valentina, she couldn’t help but think Vale was trying to show off. But if you knew Lucy at all, you knew she wasn't going to give up.

Ona had watched it all from the sidelines and couldn’t help but admire her girlfriend working hard in the ring, it was maybe even hotter than watching her play soccer.

A few minutes later, when she was forced into the corner and dived to avoid a blow, she thought it was enough and spoke up. ‘’Right, well I think we have showed Ona what boxing is like’’.

She looked at Ona and smiled, noticing concern on her face but also admiration.

Vale smiled ‘’yup, that was good, well done Luce’’, and held up her fist with the glove around it for Lucy to bump, Lucy looked back and gave in to fist bump her, even though she thought it was weird how Vale was behaving.

‘’Okay lets head over to the bags, and practice some punches’’ Vale said as she stepped out of the ring. She got her gloves of and took the hand targets in one hand and she put an arm around Ona to guide her to the punching bags.

Now Lucy was irritated, did Vale think Ona was just a friend of her or something, she should’ve clarified it when texting about bringing Ona. She quickened her pace to join the other two.

Valentina said to Lucy that she could start with Jabs on the brown bag and then do a drill of crosses and hooks.

Lucy sighed ‘’I think I still need to recover a bit from our session just now, I will do the drills in a second, maybe I can watch how my girlfriend does for a bit’’. She stared at Vale with those last words.

‘’Okay’’ Vale said without reacting ‘’Lets start with some easy drills for you’’.

//// 20:32 ////

Lucy was watching Valentina’s every move, it seemed as if she had completely ignored Lucy's comment and Lucy didn’t like it one bit.

Vale walked away for a second to grab some more attributes and Lucy got close to Ona, ‘’Hey, are you okay?’’

Ona smiled ‘’yeah the boxing is nice, I really like watching you box as well’’

‘’Do you think Valeria is acting strange?’’ Lucy questioned

Ona looked straight into Lucy’s eyes, ‘’Yeah do you notice it too? it kinda feel like she is hitting on me, I even told her you are my girlfriend and you just said it again’’.

Now Lucy's blood was boiling, at first she had thought it was all in her head, that she was just jealous, but now that Ona said she didn't feel comfortable, she felt like she could beat up Valentina. ‘’Do you want to stop? Do you want to leave?’’

‘’I don’t know, I want to do this with you Lucy, I get why you like to do this sport and it’ll be nice to have a hobby together’’

‘’Yeah, we can continue to train together, I’ll just teach you for a few weeks, while I'll search for a new coach and when I find one we will be more on the same level, hmm?’’ Lucy came closer to Ona and whispered ‘’This coach kinda sucks, she’s wayyy to comfortable around my girlfriend’’.

Ona laughed ‘’and I was the one who was worrying last week’’

‘’yeah, but I told you then already that it was not like that, and this is your proof , she has good taste but she should know when to piss off’’

‘’Who should piss off?’’ Valentina asked when she came walking back with some rubber bands and other stuff.

‘’We -, we are’’ Lucy stated, ‘’we just got a call and sadly we have to go..’’

‘’But your phones are in the dressing room?’’ Vale asked suspiciously.

‘’Yup’’ Ona said ‘’It was nice training with you, but we really have to go’’

As they walked away Lucy grabbed Ona’s butt and looked back, seeing that Valentina had seen her do it she slipped her hand under her girlfriends shirt and kissed Ona's cheek and head.

In the dressing room they got their bag and Lucy wanted to get her stuff to take a shower, but Ona grabbed her wrist, ‘’No, we’re supposed to be in a hurry remember, let’s go home’’

‘’No I think she got the part where it was just an excuse’’ Lucy grinned and cupped Ona’s face to kiss her.

‘’I want to go home Luce’’ Ona said softly ‘’let me show you how much I love being yours’’

Lucy gulped ‘’damn, lets go then’’

//// 21:41 ////

Ona quickly opened the door, Lucy following behind her with their gym bag. In the hallway Ona pushed her girlfriend against the wall, ''I liked how you showed her I’m yours when we were walking away'' she said while she kissed her neck, already breathing heavy.

Lucy laughed as she looked up ‘’hm, yeah, well I hated watching her be so up in your space and I will not be working with her again’’

‘’thats a shame because it was kinda hot when you two were sparring in the boxing ring’’ Ona said against Lucy’s ear. ´´Your so muscular´´ she said as she felt Lucy's shoulders and arms.

Lucy lifted Ona up, holding her up with her hands just below Ona´s ass. She always got very horny when Ona adopted such a worshiping position.

Ona straddled her legs around Lucy´s waist and as they were kissing Lucy walked them to the bedroom, when they bumped into the doorframe, Lucy broke their kiss ´´Oh sorry baby, didn´t -

Ona didn't let her finish, ''Sshh, I didn't feel it , you know im a bit of a masochists anyways '' Ona smiled cheekily.

Lucy gulped, she knew Ona liked it rough but it was always special to hear again that Ona really thought it was such a turn on, Lucy herself was more of someone who got off on being praised, maybe that's why their dynamic worked so well.

She threw Ona roughly onto the bed and told her to undress. Ona immediately obeyed and undressed clumsily ‘’wow so well behaved’’ Lucy smirked. ‘’Don’t even have to direct you further, immediate follow-up, let's keep that up, right bub? Are you gonna listen to me really good?’’

‘’Yeah’’ Ona said, voice raspy from being so turned on.

..

(sorry for edging, but i don't know how to continue so that was it😘)

unless maybe someone has some ideas and sends them my way

[jet-teeth]

I suppose i could work this into that "what am I here to see" post.

1. Your penwork is phenomenal and you work that into mechanical designs, on top of that you make them fluid instead of rigid which is just *chef's kiss*. In short im here for your machine drawings

2. Peaches the Daemon Engine is precious (I have a newfound love for Daemon Engines since starting a personal project)

Hey there! Didn't mean to forget to respond to this LITERAL MONTHS LATER but I was working on a response drawing, got too detailed with it, and then forgotti. Classic. (gonna give it its own post in a bit pff) But yes glad you enjoy the Machine Friends! Bringing the mechanical "to life" is like my entire schtick, so yes... it can be tough to make mechanical things feel like they are moving and running around in a "natural" way so I try to work a lot of energy into my sketches... I'm super glad when people pick up on that, especially with the less obviously humanoid/animalistic (zoomorphic?) ones where such expression is tougher to work with! Anyway, more Peaches for you, and some more in a wee bit haa:

[ashtheketchum]

Bayverse Turtles with a Baby?

A/N: I thought the idea of how the turtles would act in front of a baby and it was so cute! (Picture from Pinterest)

Warnings: GN.Reader, fluff, Mention of abortion and adoption, HC and little story mixed

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The story, how it all happened:

You and your boyfriend were on your way to his home when you suddenly heard baby cries. You were in the middle of an alley and of course your mutant boyfriend immediately hid in case a mother showed up with her baby. But after waiting for several minutes, no mother came and the baby's cries didn't stop either. The screams came from a trash can and you walked towards that trash can. You opened it carefully, your mutant boyfriend jumped behind you, his weapon ready. "Darling, calm down, it's just a baby…" You just said.

You opened the trash can and saw a crying baby inside. It had a blanket wrapped around it and looked very dirty. From the looks of the baby, it had been lying there for a while and now seemed hungry. "The mother is not around and the baby is lying here alone…"

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Leonardo:

Before Leo could react properly, you already had the baby in your arms and you looked pleadingly at your boyfriend. "Can we keep the baby?" You simply asked, eyes pleading. Leo immediately looked at you in shock, before sighing softly and shaking his head. "The baby is definitely missing… we can't just take it with us…" Leo said. His words made you pout angrily and you hugged the baby closer to you. "The baby was in a trash can and the lid was closed! It won’t be missed, don’t tell yourself that!” You then said.

Leo looked at you frustrated as you gave him a stern look. He knew that if you wanted something, you always got it. So he sighed loudly again and then nodded slightly. "Okay… But as soon as a report comes out about this baby, we'll bring it back." "Deal!" And so we had the baby and we took it to the lair.

Leo and you told his family about the baby you found

His brothers were somewhat amused that you had won another argument, while Master Splinter was worried. He didn't know if the baby would be safe with them

Luckily the baby was allowed to stay and his brothers would sometimes look after it too

First you fed the baby by warming up some milk and putting it in a small bottle with a dinking straw

As soon as the baby was full, Leo washed the baby, while you looked for clothes for the baby

When you came again, Leo was completely wet while the baby was dry in his arms

You had to hold back your laughter before you dressed the baby (Meanwhile, Leo dried himself off)

It was a boy and you wanted a name so you came up with one

Most days just consisted of feeding the baby, watching him sleep, or making him laugh

Sometimes he also saw Leo training or reading a book

You forced Leo to read out loud so that your boy could also listen to his beautiful voice<3

Raphael:

The two of you looked at the baby for a moment before you took it in your arms and gently rocked it back and forth. "Woah, woah, what are you doing?" Raph then asked, with a suspicious look on his face. "What does it look like?" She needs help…" You then murmured quietly, stroking her gently. "She? Pff, how do you know it's a girl?" Raph briefly made fun of you before he became completely quiet and looked down at you. You just glared at him while holding the baby in a thin towel. It was too thin and she was freezing.

"We'll take her with us whether you want to or not!" You then said sternly before heading to the lair. Raph stayed silent for a moment before following you and calling out to you. It seemed like a really stupid idea, but you didn't listen to him.

Even though the rest of his family accepted the baby, he still remained tough. He had nothing against the baby, but you didn't know where it came from and who it belonged to, but he didn't argue with you

Raph only helped you with a few things, like making food or washing the baby, the rest you were supposed to do on your own

But once Raph saw the two of you sleeping together, his heart melted

"Why do you help now?" "Shut up and let me help you..."

He was somehow embarrassed that he suddenly wanted to take care of the baby, but he didn't show it

You had also sometimes caught him trying to get the baby to say Raph first instead of your name

Raph was on a mission to teach the baby how to fight so she would be a strong woman

His brothers tease him that he plays the mother pigeon better than anyone expected

Raph discussed with you for a long time what the little girl should be called

When Raph changed the baby's diaper, he always had to stop himself from cursing

Always calls the baby weird nicknames

He holds Mikey away from the baby

Donatello:

Donnie scanned the baby over before gently nodding for you to take it. With a big grin, you took the baby in your arms and then showed it to Donnie. "I wonder why it was in the trash can…" You murmured quietly. Donnie tapped on his phone for a moment before putting it down. "There's no news for a missing baby… So…" "So we can keep the baby?" Immediately you looked up at him happily and your boyfriend had to smile. He confirmed your question with a nod. "Yes, we can…"

While you were on your way to bring it to him in the lair, Donnie had looked for a list of everything you would need for a baby and he then set out to get everything.

In his lab, Donnie had prepared everything you might need for the baby

That means: Warm milk, a little bed, new clothes and a baby bathtub

But he moved everything away so the baby wouldn't be near the chemicals

Donnie was somehow completely excited and he found out about everything in no time while you were feeding the baby

Leo had also promised Donnie that he would support you just like the rest of his family<3

As soon as the baby was asleep, Donnie went back to his lab to do some work

He begged you on his knees to name the baby after his favorite scientist (cough cough Galileo cough cough)

He let the baby sit on his shoulders and sometimes let him play with his Bó

The baby would sometimes start crying when Donnie took off his glasses

Sometimes Donnie calls the baby his own son

When you were taking care of Galileo (yes, you named him like that), Donnie could only stare dreamily at you

Michelangelo:

Mikey looked at the baby in fascination before taking it and looking at you excitedly. "Babe, look, a baby!" "Careful Mikey…" You took the baby in your arms and looked at it carefully. Mikey looked at the baby too, but with a big grin. "She has your eyes." "How does that work? That's not my baby." Mikey kissed your cheek gently. "But you have the same eye color!" You could only roll your eyes before giggling. You had agreed to keep the baby, but only if Mikey would actually take care of the little one.

"Guys, I'm a father!" He shouted throughout the sewers when you finally arrived. With these words he immediately got the attention of his family, while you went with the little one to the others. Mikey looked incredibly proud and happy.

Mikey really did stick to his words. He fed the baby, washed her with you, and carried her around on his shoulders

But what he liked most was making the baby laugh and he didn't care what he had to do to make it happen

"If you were a boy, I would have called you Kevin." "Like your pizza delivery guy?" "Yes!"

Even though Mikey was very excited, he was also very worried about the baby. He babyproofed his entire home- (with Donnies help ofc)

Mikey had made the little one an orange scarf

Sometimes when he tried to feed the baby pizza, you kept having to stop him

He brags to his brothers about what a great father he is and what a great partner he had

He would take an incredible number of photos of the baby

When the little one really laughed for the first time, Mikey laughed too and he was incredibly happy

When he didn't know what to do, he asked Master Splinter or his brothers for advice

When you and Mikey had kissed infront of the baby, the baby would always laugh and point at you two

[rzyraffek]

Saw that your requests are open!

How would the Sinclairs brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz react if their s/o places flowers in their hair? Like flower crowns, daisies, wildflowers.

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

OMG THATS THE CUTESTS REQUEST EVER!! You didnt say what pronouns to use so i'll go with they/them! Its fully SFW! Request open

Slashers with s/o that makes flowercrowns!

Vincent

This guy, he will litteraly cry pls why is s/o so nice to him😭😭😭

I swear this guy will treat his flowercrown like the most delicate and important thing is his life pls😭

Like he will feel bad when flowers die and started looking all ugly :((

But except that! He will beg for tutorial! Pls teach him how to make those, and he will give them one too

Also he probably loves drying flowers becasue they look pretty forever! Also he totally needs to learn how to sculp flowers in wax

Vince is gonna to give flowercrowns to Lester and Bo! Sharing is caring

Bo Sinclair

This dude will pretend like he doesnt care about it, actin all tough, but omygod if s/o wont give him next flowercrown when this one gets old? He be offended

Wym you thought he didnt like last one??? Pff

Nah but fr he will be like 'woah thanks sunshine'

Also he thinks that s/o should be the one wearing those pretty crowns. And vincent would totaly love them too.

He will tell them 'can you make one for Vince too? He gotta love this type of stuff'

Lester Sinclair

I forgor this guy exists and I almost posted without him

He will hang all the flowers they gave him in his epic truck! Will show them off too!

Im not going to be surprised if this guy already knows how to make flowercrowns and give some to s/o and by some i mean A LOT

He will come back home with hands full of wild flowers just for them!

Brahms Heelshire!

This guy will giggle and blush when he sees what they put on his head

Bro prefers to look at flowers outside than inside really. But If its a gift he guesses he will keep it? Next time give him dried flowers pls

he will be so mesmeraised and stunned, especially if s/o has her own crown too! They both deserve it!

to be honest this guy looks like one of those pollen allergies mf, so he will sneeze and die. 'you wanted to poison me!!' 'Man idk I just like flowers'

Billy Lenz'

No Billy you can't eat flowers

He probably destroys it by accident tbh, hes very chaotic. But please give him more!!

In summer he probably goes outside, especially when yall have house with garden, he probably just sits there looking what s/o is up to. Aslo probably hugging them tightly

When s/o manages to put one crown on him without him moving and bouncing all around the place hes going to look up and grab it every 5secdons to make sure its still there

Also he will sniff the flowers before allowing them on his head he likes to know how they smell

Jason Voorhees

Ik hes not in request but he's litteral definition of this prompt

This guy will come back home with hands full of wildflowers!

Putting random singular flower on his head>>

He wants to learn how to do crowns!! (I mean he knows he just pretend he doesnt so he can spend more time with his s/o)

Also he will decorate house with rest of flowers! Now whole home smells like meadow!

Live laugh love Jason

Yall have no idea how happy I am when I get requests!! Thanks for all of them!! I post it at 2am! Have lovley day yall🥰

[grim-ghosty]

I like how barb is the only one confused on how poppy is perhaps the only troll in the whole world who get to be this close with branch, while riff, hickory and Delta dawn are just happy that he finally has a friend

Pff- yeah, Barb kinda has it in her mind that Branch is this heartless troll, not in like a bad way more about how cold and calculated he is. That is all she knows him as, unlike Delta and Hickory, who see through his tough front. As for Riff, he is just happy to see the once sad, hurt kid he knew find someone that cares about him.

[bolderfunkyman]

♡ Yandere Kaveh ♡

Alright.. But hear me out.. This man might get head over heals because he feels loved by you, as if he belongs and what not. So of course he wants to keep this feeling yes?.. Aaand A certain playlist gave me inspo to write this ehe

listing to the playlist while reading is quite a mood ngl.

Okay mentions of: Blood, NSFW, knifes, wounds, lovesick, not to clean useasge of words, NOT FRIENDLY FOR MINNORS!

I also used a lot of inspo of yandere simulator considering I have 0 sense of what is regular "yandere/possesive" behaviour.

also also, I will apologize for any spelling errors.

word count: 1k and i kept it as neutral as possible.

❝You have to be mine, no matter what.❞ || a yandere/obsessive #kaveh playlist

Okay a little summary; You joined the Akademiya and you don't care for high grades. Just something high enough to pass would do. This leads to you being verry sochial because you don't need.. or rather you don't feel like studying 24/7. So people often find you at Puspa Café. And you once saw a particular handsome man with a feather in his hair. And tought would be fun to suprise him with a little drink since he seemed fairly tired.

So you were drinking coffee at Pupsa café, reading a light novel you got from Inazuma. Just enjoying the free time you have. Although the words seemed to kinda dance in your eyes. And you have started over several times. At this point you are just on the verge of giving up on reading and just observing people who are walking around in Sumeru. And maybe make little scenarios in your head about where they might go or whatever, just letting your mind go loose with it.

Until your gaze fell upon a person who seemed to be almost falling asleep on their work. ‘They might want a coffee as well’ is what you thought so.. You ordered him a coffee. And bring it up to him and introduce yourself to him. 

“You seem tired, would you like a coffee?” you said, giving an inviting smile to him.

 “Oh thank you, but you didn’t have to get me one” the blond man said.

“Oh please, If you would see yourself you also would walk up with a coffee, maybe even a pillow and a blanket” you answered with a slight giggle. 

“Very well then, I take the gesture of kindness. I’m Kaveh” he introduced himself. “You.. also study at the akademiya?” he asked. 

“Yeahh.. But I don’t plan on taking it too seriously tough” you answer.

“So that's why you aren't drained of energy, and neither are you studying right?” he said. 

“Yes. But I do study enough that I pass with a nice grade, I just don’t feel like being the top of the top you know?” you asked him.

“No.. I try to push myself as far as possible… I actually am doing that so this break is nice, I better not introduce you to my roommate then”' kaveh said.

Pff and why may that be?” you said again with a slight giggle.

“Well.. he. No nevermind him, I’m far more interested in you now. I have never met you or seen you before yet you are so kind to me to give me a coffee” He said.

Oh well it’s nothing really, what are you working on actually? Seems complicated.” you ask/said to him.

“Well I am an architect so it’s a work drawing or design rather for Port Ormos.” He answered.

Ah. I see, so you have a fine eye for detail and that is pretty right?” you asked him.

“Yes, that is why I am shocked to find out I never met you” he said it in a jokingly tone.

But you could feel your cheeks and tips of your eyes glowing and they were pretty red you thought.

You and kaveh proceed to hangout every now and then. And you hear all his complaints about his roommate, all the work he has to do. And how he is slightly going insane from not getting enough sleep.

You couldn’t help but be curious. You heard so much about his roommate. But he never introduced you to him. So you asked him if it would be possible to meet them.

“Meet him?! Are you out of your pretty head? HE IS THE WORST! Besides, why bother with him when you have me?” He seemed somewhat a bit more annoyed when you asked about his roommate. 

Okay, then. But agreed if I had to believe your stories you are indeed a lot more fun to hang around with kaveh” you told him. You saw a slight smile on his face before he continued on his drawings. 

With time you both start to hang out almost every day. You two really became very close. And people did in fact start to notice that wherever you might be kaveh is either at your side. Or not far away from you. Even his roommate started to notice he is a lot less at home. And not because he doesn’t have his key. No he is at your house, or you two are somewhere out watching the sunset or watching the starry night sky.

One day you fell asleep in the library of the akademiya, and woke up pretty late. It was already dark outside. You hurried to get your things and go home hoping kaveh didn’t wait for you at Pupsa cafe today.

While on your way home you encountered some eremites following you.

“Would you look at that, a scholar all alone.” one of them grabbed you by your shoulder. “Comon miss, don’t make it any harder for the both of us. If you just hand over all of your mora. We will be on our way. And you will be able to leave unscaved”

You quickly started to think what your chances are to get away if you just hit him in the face and made a run. But you calculated that it won’t work.

“Leave her alone already, or do I really need to risk my nails to hit you with my claymore?” 

You heard a very familiar voice. “Kaveh?!” 

“A architect? Right. What exactly will you be able to do?” one of the ermites said.

Before you knew it kaveh was up in their faces and indeed wielding his claymore.. Orwell wielding? It was circling around him. And the ermites figured this wasn't worth their trouble so they made a run for it.

“Would you look at that, I might have found my knight” you said to him with a smile

Thank you kaveh” you quickly added.

“Of Course! I was worried sick when you didn’t show up at pupsa. And here you are almost getting robbed!” He clearly sounded upset and worried.

I’m sorry I fell asleep in the library and I just woke up. How about I make you dinner to make it up to you huh?” you offered.

“I won’t say no to that, although I now have some other business to attend to if you don't mind.” 

Sure, I will bake some muffins then, we can eat those perhaps tomorrow while stargazing?” you told him.

“Sounds lovely, I will see you tomorrow then” and with that he quickly left you.

But something about his whole being just now didn’t seem right. But perhaps he has a deadline to finish or a meeting to attend to.

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okay maybe a part 2 idk? please do let me know. I kept it like so so i can add a next part and make it somewhat of an actual story.

[beanghostprincess]

Bean please spitball with me and think about what a canon divergence where Buggy and Shanks fight never happened would look like.

It’s integral to the story and the characters that those two split up, but let’s just entertain the idea that those two hugged it out crying in the rain for a bit, went someplace safe an when Shanks somberly stated he can’t go look for the One piece just yet, Buggy’s emotions were calm enough that he asked “You’re not gonna do it?” “Not yet…” “When?” “Someday… not yet.” And Buggy shot Shanks a glare but still said “Okay.” What would that be like?

Personal headcanons in no particular order

Buggy isn’t Shanks Co-captain or even second in command. The title he affiliates himself with would most likely be something like “demolitions expert” or “bursar” , but he still has issues with being less than Shanks, so he won’t share a title with him or a position that may indicates he’s “option number two”, so Ben is still the official first mate in a way (it’s more like a shared position between Buggy and Ben tough if you’d be completely honest, but more on that later)

Buggy constantly claims or threatens that he’s gonna get his own ship one day and that he’s only hiding his time. Nobody falls for it anymore.

There is still some of Buggy’s insecurity shining trough and there is lots of conflict they don’t adress, because Buggy STILL wants Shanks to follow their captains wishes but also still wishes HE could have been that person himself. Lots of unresolved angst.

For some reason I feel like he and Ben would get along surprisingly well. Ben being one of the few people except Shanks who can see trough Buggy’s theatrics and knows how to encourage his strengths and compensate his weaknesses, and Ben being someone Buggy legitimately respects and someone he rarely even gets into an argument with. Buggy saying something in response to something Shanks says and Ben agreeing with BUGGY rather than Shanks is actually not that uncommon. There’s lots of times these two actually are the idea guys together… unless Buggy and Shanks are just fighting for fighting sake with each other, in which case Ben will be firmly in possession of the brain cell until these two get their heads running at a normal temperature again.

Buggy and Shanks staying together may make Shanks seem actually a tad more short tempered and quick to annoy than he is in canon, but it’s ONLY with Buggy. There are some deep friendships on his crew, but them not having to split like this just solidified the friendship they had as children. They fight waaaay more over stupid shit than they would in a setting where they reunited after they split, where Shanks usually is the more laidback and forgiving one despite Buggy’s abrasive personality. In this setting Shanks would take almost EVERY single bait Buggy laid out for him, get into arguments over the stupidest shit and do petty stuff to Buggy even if Buggy was actually completely and 100 percent in the right about something. You put these two into a room together and there I’ll just be a point where they are both fighting like dumb teenagers, but it’s clear the only reason they can do so is because they both were dumb teens together and actually know and love each other more than anyone else could even imagine. They rarely think much about how lucky they are to have each other because that’s a constant. It would be like saying “I am glad I can see the horizon.” Because the Horizon is always THERE? You’d only realize something would be missing when you’d realize that there suddenly was too much ocean and somehow not enough sky. It’s something you can’t even wrap your head around and you don’t have to , it’s a rhetorical question. A thought piece to mull about rather than an actual possibility. Pff. Splitting up. In which universe?

You don't get to send me this and kill me, anon. You don't get to do this. Because now I am very soft and also sad because I want these two to be together and happy again. Auch. These are all amazing headcanons and,, It's so real.

Buggy is Shanks' specialest guy, actually. That's his title. They're each other's special guy. The term you were actually looking for is boyfriend, but perhaps it's just my Shuggy heart speaking. Leaving romance aside, yeah, specialest boy. Benn and Buggy get along together because they're actually pretty smart and logical people and since Shanks is more emotion-oriented, they're the ones making the important decisions. Shanks probably ends up choosing where they go next or who they're fighting, but the actual important stuff is carried by Buggy and Benn. Great team. They also complain about Shanks' unhealthy habits together, because in this timeline I think he'd also have some issues. Look at him. He can't be mentally stable.

Shanks and Buggy would be the closest thing ever. And that's dangerous. When they're happy, they're extremely annoying and won't stop pulling pranks on people (Benn) because they're literally 5-year-olds. And when they're angry, they make it everyone's problem. They won't stop arguing for silly things, but isn't that the beauty of trust? They just are so direct with one another. It's a funny picture. They keep saying they can't stand each other and then they will find them sleeping together, tangled up and drunk and quite obviously happy. The thing you said about them,,, Being so used to each other they don't think about how lucky they are,,, Jumping off a bridge, thank you.

Also!!!!!!!! There are a lot of things I want to address, like how they'd deal with Buggy's inferiority complex and the fact that I think Shanks wouldn't stop insisting on sharing the goddamned hat if he's still mad about that. But!!!!!!!! I wanna focus on Uta because that's the thing I often think about when I talk about this AU.

Uta appears in their lives and Shanks instantly goes "No, yeah, we have to keep this child. I am her father now." and Buggy wants to say no, because it's just stupid and dangerous and how are they going to do that being pirates! But,,, Looking at her, Buggy just adores this baby. She's the cutest, brightest thing in the world. Brighter than Shanks. And he just has the need to protect her forever. He thinks about Roger and Rayleigh and, well, huh, maybe they keep the legacy going. With Buggy, I think they would never have left Uta alone and they would've taken her with them. They would've protected her anyway. And she would've stayed being their daughter!! And just,, Just think about Luffy. About Buggy meeting Luffy and Luffy just LOVING his Devil Fruit. Buggy has no reason to hate the kid, either. Buggy just says Shanks is perhaps growing too attached to the bastard. When Shanks loses his arm, he also has to deal with Buggy yelling at him for like a whole month. And then Buggy giving him the silent treatment. And also Buggy throwing knives at him. And Buggy telling Benn to talk with him instead. Buggy just cares so much about Shanks and refuses to admit it out loud. He wants the redhead to apologize for worrying him, but Shanks doesn't do it. He says he's sorry, yes, about worrying him, but he doesn't regret saving Luffy or giving him the hat. Yadda yadda yadda, idiots. They make up.

And idk man I think they would've been such a powerful duo together. Of course they would end up fighting for the issues they have, but,,, Idk. In this timeline, I think they would not leave each other's side. Also, they have a daughter. They are so not leaving Uta until she says she wants to go have her own life.

[violetszone]

Celebrity BF Problem

Ollie Bearman x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You had a rough day at university and you were dying to get out of there. You saw Ollie in the parking lot when you left school, but he was supposed to be in Maranello right now, he came to surprise you.Just as he was about to come near, a group of girls asked Ollie for an autograph, which was fine, but when the girls tried to touch him, you got jealous and walked away. Of course Ollie followed you and made fun of you with the joy of knowing you're jealous.

A/n: i don't know what i wrote , not edited writing

University could be tough sometimes, today was one of those days. You were so tired all day, you took your things and left school, you got a message from ollie.You remembered Ollie's supposed to be going for train to Maranello right now, and you frowned at his message that said check out the parking lot.

You looked at the parking lot from the school gate,You were surprised to see Ollie leaning against the hood of  car and looking at you. He smiled when he saw you and started walking towards you.Suddenly, a large group of girls came to Ollie and you stayed where you were.Girls started asking Ollie for autographs and photos.

You didn't have a problem with Ollie keeping in touch with his fans,you decided to wait for the fans to leave where you are because you are a bit of an introvert and cold for some other people.It was fine until the girls flirted with Ollie and tried to touch him, but the moment you saw these, you were seriously jealous.

You didn't want to see this anymore so you started walking in the opposite direction of the parking lot.Of course, you didn't realize that Ollie saw you go and ran after you, leaving the girls there. He called you and ran a little further and caught your arm. "God you're walking so fast"he took a breath for a second or two, because the air was cool, you wrapped your arms around yourself Ollie takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders and puts his arm around you.

You weren't looking at his face because you were clearly angry,Ollie looked at you when you got in the car together.You were looking out the window "YN would you look at me" you could unintentionally show your feelings very quickly, so the moment you looked at Ollie, he knew you were jealous and angry. He pointed at you with one finger and started smiling. "you were jealous"

You frowned and showed yourself  "Jealous? Me? Pff. Never." you rolled your eyes but it was very clear " Then why did you leave me earlier?" he looked serious "Why should I wait just to see you being flirted with by them?" (you said with Jealous noise) Ollie stifles a smile and giggles "Is that funny??!"

He shook his head no while laughing. "You are honestly really freaking cute when you are jealous." He stroked your hair "Shut up I'm not jealous. Why would I ever be jealous of someone like them?" In fact you were overthinking bcs most of them are looking like goddesses. Ollie spoke proudly "You don't have anything to worry about, I'm all yours."and winked annoyingly "I said I'm not jealoussss! (you got annoyed while he laughed at you) I just didn't like that too much, alright?"

"If they flirt with me, rest assured I'm gonna tell them that I have a girlfriend who I'm very happy with." now he was really serious he put his hand on your cheek and stroked it "would you seriously? I mean, I know you don't want to hide me but they're your fans so you don't have to-" The reason you cut your sentence was because of the way him looked at you "I do and I will" You whispered "I know" now everything was better you hugged Ollie. Ollie started the car and spoke as he drove down the road, "You were definitely jealous."

[betyloca]

headcanons din djarin jado courted by a yautja female

• You were companions since Grogu arrived.

• At first he saw them as a strong and important companion, which he liked.

• He saw that he didn't have to rescue you like a damsel in distress, you were a tough warrior to break.

• despite your intimidating appearance you were very gentle and delicate with grogu

• That child saw you as his mother and you saw the poor guy who said otherwise.

• Over time I developed feelings for you but I thought you would never notice a human.

• Compared to your species he was not tall or as strong as them, even you were taller than him.

• What he didn't know was that he had you eating in the palm of his hand.

• One day while he was walking through the market buying groceries he saw a flower with thorns, it reminded him of you.

• When he arrived at the ship he gave it to you.

- Hey din, did you swallow the meat I asked for?

- yes *handing you the bag*

-thank you

- I also brought you this* taking out the flower*

- *taking the plant in your hands*

- it reminded me of you

- *purring as he goes to his cabin to put it away*

• He thought you were upset by your purring, he thought it was growling.

•but you only went to leave the flower in a container so that it wouldn't wither

• From that day you started courting him.

• When you had farms I gave you bones from your prey

• you even made bracelets together with grogu

- What do you think, Grogu, this one or this one?

- uhh * pointing to a fang*

- what a good style you have, darling

• Poor boy, he didn't understand why you gave him such a thing but he accepted it.

-*handing him the bracelet*

- Eeh thanks * heading to the cabin *

- *looking at Grogu with happy purrs* he liked me

• Until you noticed that he never wore it, you thought he didn't like it.

• but he always had it in his pocket

•He began to notice how you tried hard in the hunts to impress him.

• also how you became more jealous and possessive when a woman approached him

- *din buying ammunition* how much does this cost

- 100 credits *looking flirtatiously* and tell me, Mandalorian, do you have a partner?

- sorry *looking at the woman*

- You know, are you alone?

- He already has a partner * you answer him while you pay him, growling at him * he's not alone, he has me

- Are you a woman?

-Hey, don't talk to him *defending yourself*

- ell-osde'pauk cjit ooman

• With that I began to suspect that maybe you had feelings for him.

• You didn't say a word to him all day long, you were upset about that woman.

• you were indifferent for a few days

• Din Avese asked Grogu what was wrong with you.

• until one day walking through Tatooine he saw another yautja

• had to find the courage to talk to you since he learned from you that they don't have to be bothered

• At first the male yautja ignored him until he told him that he had a friend of the same species.

• Had caught his attention, he asked Din about your behavior. He started to pay attention until he asked him.

- Does she try to impress you in battles?

-yes he even gave me a bone bracelet

- *suffered laughter* pff

- what is so funny?

- oh ooman *laughing*she is courting you

- she what?

- those are courtship rituals in our species

• after the yauja advised him he went straight to see you

• You had put Grogu to sleep when Din came in.

•you could notice how he tensed

- what's the matter?

- I have a gift for you

- a gift?

• He took out a necklace of fangs and bones

- I didn't know you were courting me so I returned the favor.

- *purring* are you courting me?

- Yes Cyar'ika I love you* showing you that she is wearing the bracelet that I made for her*

- *purring with happiness*

• He took off his helmet, he didn't care about breaking his creed, he wanted you to see it.

• You did it too, he wasn't afraid of you but administration.

• resting his forehead against yours while you purred.

• Now I understood that they were purrs and not growls.

-you are beautiful

- I adore you so much setg'in

• He knew that you would not allow yourself to be courted by any other ooman or yautja.

• only with him

• In the shadows you could see a little boy happy that his parents love each other.

yautja translation

ooman/human

cjit/ damn

ell- osde'pauk/ fuck you

setg'in/ mortal

mando'a translation

cyar'ika/dear, loved, darling

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Would you like more of this? If you like it just let me know.

[vacantgodling]

Ok follow up question. Whose ass you beating in a verbal fight

it is an unfair advantage, being their creator and knowing all their inner workings LMAO. but whose feelings i am DEFINITELY HURTING ->

san from tcol; she likes to act tough but if you call her on her shit her feelings are getting HURT. same thing with pure actually both of them love to act big and bad for people who have the emotional shield the width of a blade of grass. though pure is MUUUUCH more openly offended if you come at him and i would rip him a new one pff.

veronica and liz in vdtrt. i could easily hurt veronica's feelings outwardly but liz is a bit harder only bc she wouldn't care but like. she does lmao. she'd think about it a lot but she'd vehemently refuse to act like she's done anything wrong.

sjaak is an easy target and honestly so is rosita pff but i could do it.

i feel bad for how much joy i would get in hurting sio's feelings in LR but i'm a terrible person who isn't really sympathetic to her whoops. like she Is a sympathetic character and i Will write her that way; but i don't have personal sympathy for her my bad

KATIA IN PURPLE HAZE FR LIKE GIRL GET A GRIPPPP. i'm hurting her feelings but its for her own good

i could hurt red's feelings in rdof but like i would never do that i love red sm. this is where the creator advantage comes in; i know her better than anyone ever will but i would never do that to her she is my BABY

hue needs his feelings hurt but its for his own good tbh get UP.

[partywithoutsmiling]

In the wanderer branch au do poppy and branch ever realize their feelings for each other will they end up forming any romantic relationship. Both Rock beast au and Moonlit au mentioned with the beast au both have yet to talk about anything for obvious reasons and the moonlit au it's pretty obvious that they'll end up together. But I have yet read anything about possible relationship it's hinted and I'm curious is there any chance.

Hmmmmm, that's a tough one honestly

To mention both the other AUs, as you say, in Moonlit AU, Poppy is just thirsting after Branch (XD) whereas Branch has to just... sort of deal with her shit while deal with his own 'shit' on top of being stunned she is actually interested in him pff

In Moonlit AU, their relationship (Groppy I believe, when it's Grey Branch), would be rather messy; fueled mostly by physical attraction at first, since Branch is a hard troll to get to know, and he is still very much paranoid and traumatized, and Poppy just has to learn to deal with that. I expect lots of arguments, since they will be still disagreeing on lots of things- and the relationship will be rather rocky, up until the first movie plot happens

(I know I said Moonlit AU was more of a feature than an actual AU, but I do have some rough thoughts for it XD)

Rock Beast AU is pretty much the both of them following canon rather closely; Branch is already having feelings- and had them for a long time- while Poppy probably harbours some as well buuuut is very distracted by the notion of being good queen that she hardly focuses on the signals Branch is sending (and honestly, who could blame her, the last time she focused on 'signals' was with Creek and he turned out to be a 'bit' of a sleaze ball)

In perfect world, they would get their happy ending at the end of World Tour, where Poppy is forced to speed-analyze what she feels about Branch when he essentially sacrificing to her- and coming on top with not even hinting at having doubts that when Branch says he loves her, that he loves her

That did not happen, obviusly. Yes, Branch 'sacrificed' for her, and the force of him getting hit knocked her out- but when she came to, she was overcame with guilt- something that stayed with her for the rest of her solitary imprisonment with Beast!Branch as her only company.

Branch still very obviously showed her actions of care after their escape, even with his inability to speak, but if anyhting that only made her feel guilty more XD

It was this guilt that made her not allow herself to really focus on any romantic feelings she might have for him thorough the whole Plot of Rock Beast AU- mostly she was just afraid for him tbh

It was only after everything was done and over, after they had the chance to pass out, that any love confessions came whispered from Branch- and Poppy definitelly cries XD

Now, for Wanderer AU.

Tbh, this AU deviates the farthest from canon. In canon, Branch spent his lonely outcast life living at the fringe of the village, clinging to any little kindness Poppy was showing him, while unable to show much of the same in turn- in fact deliberately pushing her away for fear of causing her harm. But that did not stop him from longing for her, and certainly did not stop him from going up to the surface to at least catch a glimpse of her.

In Wanderer AU, Branch left when he was cca 19yo. Going roughly by movie age (as confirmed or unconfirmet it is), that would put Poppy at least 5 years younger, so cca 14;

Any longing Branch had towards her at that age was for the kindness she was showing him- yes, he was drawn to her, but in the rather 'this person is the sun and I am so cold' kinda way.

She did cross his mind as he was traveling over the years of course, but in general it was just 'how is she doing', 'did she notice I am gone', 'does she care'. A person can become your focus if you feel at least subconsciously that they are making your life marginally better- and Poppy made Branch's life 'better' in that she never gave up on him and always remembered him.

When they have their reunion, they are very different people than they are in the movie; Poppy is definitelly more serious, and perhaps a bit more anxious; not as confident (she did spent the last 5 years or so believing that the actions of her village drew a troll to suicide and no-one but her cared about that fact), while Branch is just... not as dependent on her kindness anymore.

Oh he definitelly notes that she grew up (and I think that gives him a whiplash XD), and he feels touched that she cares that he is alive and well- but her life is not confined to the Pop Village anymore, and to the Pop Tribe in general- he is currently multi-genre, and obviously forming a 'Tribe' of his own (not officially, but he could).

Poppy expects him to return and stay in the village but he just... doesnt want to do that. Not because he is that filled with wanderlust, but because he spent more than ten lonely years in there being treated rather poorly, and who in their right mind would go back to that, especially if they now have support elsewhere- and Poppy cannot comprehend that for quite a while, cause that would force her to come to terms with the fact that Pop trolls did Branch dirty from the very moment he turned grey.

So, as much as I hate to say it, I don't think there is a way for Broppy to work in Wanderer AU- not as we are used to it XD

Mainly because Pop Village is not Branch's home anymore and thus he won't stay, and Poppy cannot imagine a reality where she would give up on being queen and leave her people behind. There is clash of desire and duty (I think at the end of World Tour, there are some obvious sparks, as they will always gravitate towards each other), but it just doesnt work out- and they have to accept that.

[spencerfuckngreid]

· T H E A R T O F G E T T I N G T O K N O W | S P E N C E R R E I D · PT 1

I'm sorry if some jokes don't make much sense in English, as they were originally written in Spanish. I'm not very good at English either, so this might not be the best translation. Sorry! This fanfic is just an experiment, so please don't be too harsh... I'm not a writer; I just want to have fun. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it!

· Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC · Category: Fluff · Warning: None · Words: 2650 · Parts: Pt 2 · Pt 3 · Pt 4 · Summary : Eli, a psychology expert and old friend of Luke's, joins the UAC as a consultant and quickly bonds with Spencer Reid. As they delve into a complex case, Eli and Spencer find themselves drawn to each other on a deeper level. · Note about Eli: Her neurodivergence (She is autistic) is implied but it's never really said. · Spanish on Wattpad. English isn't my first language, be kind!

· Masterlist

· P O V E L I ·

Eli was sitting on the backrest of the bench. She took a sip of coffee and looked at her friend.

—Hey, give me a pastry, Luke. Are you going to eat them all or what? We always have the same fight over breakfast… if I didn’t love him… well, and if I wasn’t so sleepy…

—Haven't you already had one? —the dark-haired man protested.

—Hey! I really hate you sometimes. Don’t move the box away again! —Eli complained as she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her wavy, black hair. It was quite cold, especially this early.

Sometimes we had breakfast together before work. I work as a professor at the university; I studied psychology and forensic sciences. And Luke… well, he's a criminologist, working in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.

—Seriously, give me a damn pastry. I’m hungry, and you’re such a glutton! —She jumped off the bench and tried to grab them.

—What the…? What do you mean by glutton? What’s that? AHAHAHA

—It means you eat a lot, that you eat everything, smartass… —Eli commented, narrowing her dark eyes.

—Really? Now you’re part of the Royal Academy of Language?

—Since when are you so sarcastic? I hate it when he makes me grumble… seriously, pff… By the way, aren’t you supposed to stay in shape for the FBI, oh “super smarcle agent ”?

—“Smarcle”?

—It’s a play on words, little brother. Do you know what that is? Smarty + muscles —the girl smiled mockingly.

—Uh, you’re so funny, shorty… If you keep laughing, you’re going to choke…

—You love it when I give you nicknames. Smarty is my favorite —she smiled broadly, tilting her head to look at him.

We’ve known each other since we were kids, we’re like siblings. I know he adores me, though sometimes… Well, our relationship is like that. I guess we love each other, but we can’t help it.

—Stop calling me that… I hate it…

—Oh… I’m sorry… did I hurt your little pastry-filled heart?

—Seriously…? hahaha you’re the worst… —Luke shifted and gave her the last pastry.— I knew he would do that… This idiot always makes me smile in the end. —Hey, changing the subject… have you thought about what I told you? Let me talk to my boss, seriously, your help would be great on this case.

—Seriously, Luke, I’m swamped with work…

—Eli… I know it scares you, but on the other hand, you’re motivated to try new things. It’s an opportunity to help a lot of people, and me… come on…- That pouty face… ugh…

—O-Okay… Yeah, yeah, I can do it, but if I get overwhelmed with work, I’ll have to drop it, you know that, right?

—Yes, yes, a thousand thanks, babe! I love you! —And I…

—I know —she said, raising an eyebrow before taking a sip of her coffee, as if it didn’t matter.

—Stop acting tough, dummy…

· P O V L U K E ·

Luke arrived at the BAU and greeted his colleagues, who were already working in the bullpen. He was a little late because he got held up with Eli.

—JJ, his blonde friend, greeted him quickly and commented—: Hey, I hope at least you brought something for breakfast, slowpoke.

—What’s up with all of you today? —Luke laughed—. Stop giving me a hard time for a bit, will you? Sometimes a guy has a heart —he said, pouting.

—All of you? —JJ’s eyes widened—. Uh, who’s the girl giving you a hard time…?

—Very funny, JJ… I wish it were that kind of thing —Luke joked with a smile.

Spencer chuckled, watching the scene, and Rossi held back his own jokes.

—I’ve been with Eli. She’s like my sister, so cut it out with those kinds of comments, will you? It’s… ugh, almost incestuous —his friends reacted with some laughter; they’d heard of her before but didn’t know her—. Anyway, I have to go talk to Emily, see you in a bit.

—Yes, sir… and he dodges work again… —Rossi commented.

—How’s that crossword coming along, Rossi? —Spencer couldn’t resist adding with a grin.

· P O V E L I ·

The hustle and bustle of the UAC headquarters was more overwhelming than I had anticipated. I accepted Luke's offer, but now that I was here, surrounded by strangers in an environment that seemed so alien to my world, I was starting to have doubts. "What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"

—Eli, come here! —He greeted me with his usual carefree smile, the one he wears so well and that always made me feel a bit more at ease, but that also had the power to get me into trouble from which I didn’t know how to get out, because the truth is I’ve never been good at saying no and Luke tends to be very persuasive, he’s always been like that since we were kids. "Okay, Eli, you can do this. Just hold on a bit, meet the people, and then go back to your safe zone."

—Guys, this is Eli —Luke said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, trying to appear calm and confident. "Okay, breathe, smile, and greet. Everything will be fine..."

—Hi, it’s a pleasure. —I tried to smile warmly, but meeting new people isn’t exactly my strength. So I’m not quite sure what my face looked like at that moment... I’m not too fond of having my personal space invaded and suddenly find a blonde girl 10 cm away from me... I almost died...

—Hi! I’m Garcia, Penelope. Oh my God, are you really friends with Luke? Do you put up with him? —I liked that she had a lot of decorations in her hair and wore so many colors. It was like she illuminated the room.

—Well... actually no, not much.

I tried to joke, but I think I was more serious than I intended, although she laughed. "Damn Luke, I shouldn’t have let him talk me into this. I think I’m having a panic attack right now, there are too many new people here..."

—Haha... so funny, Eli... I think what Eli means, Garcia, is that I put up with her. Let me introduce you to the others. Rossi, JJ, Matt, and... Where’s Reid?

—He said he’d be late today, he’ll be here in a bit —JJ, the long-haired blonde with clear eyes, added—. Let’s start without him.

"Great... come on Eli, take it step by step... Be cordial, do your job, smile, kill Luke, and go home. Not necessarily in that order."

Luke took me around, introducing me to the rest of the team. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind was a mess. "I’m smiling, right? Touch your face subtly and check... Okay, no, damn it, smile, your serious face is scary. Okay, good, now yes. Be beautiful, be a damn Disney princess."

Finally, Luke led me to his desk, and I sat down, grateful for a moment of rest. The atmosphere was pleasant, yes, but also overwhelming in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I need a lot of preparation, and new environments overwhelm me too much. Just at that moment, I heard Luke’s soft voice breaking the silence.

—Don’t worry, Eli, you’ll do well here. Besides, you haven’t met Reid yet. I’m sure you’ll like him —he said with a reassuring smile.

—Yeah... It’s not that... Too many people all of a sudden... All unknown... —I replied with a somewhat forced smile, though I was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Hopefully, I could handle the situation without seeming like a complete rookie.

—Come on Eli... You can handle this and more. I trust you, so trust yourself too. I love you, okay? —I smiled at him, trying, in part, to feel better about myself.

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

I arrived later than usual, and when I walked into the office, the first thing I noticed was the new presence in the room. Luke was talking to a woman who, by her posture and the way she looked around, seemed a bit out of place, but still maintained a smile on her face, a smile that looked forced.

As I approached, I could see that she was making a visible effort to fit in. Luke spotted me immediately.

—Reid! —he called out, pointing to the new arrival—. Come here, let me introduce you, our new external consultant. My friend Elisabeth Jackson.

Elisabeth looked at me, and for a second, our gazes met. I don’t know what happened in that moment that threw me off completely. She smiled shyly, and something in her expression made me smile too.

—Hi, Elisabeth. It’s a pleasure to meet you —I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Her dark, intense eyes sparkled with an intelligence that seemed to want to analyze every little detail. But also a hint of nervousness that made me smile, recognizing in her someone who, like me, might prefer to be in a quiet library rather than in the midst of a group of talking people.

—Hi, Reid. —She said with a friendly tone, though I perceived a slight tension in her voice. —Eli is fine... —she hesitated.

—Okay, Eli... yeah, sorry... —I don’t know why I got nervous, suddenly felt like an idiot for apologizing.

We stood there for a moment, exchanging tense but cordial smiles, until Luke broke the silence to continue with the introductions, and we went back to our daily routine. However, I couldn’t help but glance at Eli a couple more times during the morning, curious, not knowing why she intrigued me so much.

· P O V E L I ·

Spencer Reid's arrival jolted me out of my reverie. The prodigy in his field, well, in many fields, I knew who he was, and of course, I was familiar with his work, but I didn’t recall his eyes, and that they would impact me more than his publications. "Girl, what are you thinking...?"

Yes, I knew him from college, just from a couple of classes; we crossed paths occasionally, though he doesn’t seem to remember who I am, to be honest. Understandable, on the other hand.

We sat together during the meeting, and although I spent most of the time in silence, feeling like an outsider in a new environment, Reid made the atmosphere a bit more bearable. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words carried a weight that made them seem more significant.

He looked at me with his brown, curious eyes, as if he were trying to decipher who I was. *He did this repeatedly throughout the day and I tried not to seem too nervous; I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t up to the task. "He’s uncomfortably kind, analytical, looking for something... and my abilities drop to -1000 when someone is watching me, damn it..."

The day went on, and despite my initial anxiety, I gradually started to feel more comfortable. Garcia was a whirlwind of positive energy, and although she intimidated me at first, I soon found that her enthusiasm was contagious. Spencer, on the other hand, was a calm and constant presence, someone I knew I could share deep conversations with without feeling judged.

The first day was going quite well. "I need a break..." I went to the common room and sat down to eat something, not before getting distracted by making little paper balls with a napkin and scribbling in my small red notebook. Spencer walked in just as I was stacking several objects on top of each other, trying to see if I could balance them. Me and my brilliant mind.

—Sometimes, a break is just what you need to think clearly. —He said as he pulled a sandwich from his bag, looking at Eli with amused curiosity and sitting down across from her.

—Eli jumped and knocked everything over, not without letting out a small scream first. —Oh, crap... —She turned beet red as she looked up and began to pick everything up.

—Spencer chuckled quietly. —What are you doing...?

—I... uh... n-nothing... It’s just how I am. —She opened her eyes wide. "What are you saying?! How are you like this?! Are you dumb or what?"

—He couldn’t hold back and let out a small laugh. *—*He seemed entertained, certainly... an improvised 3D puzzle.

—Well... yeah... —He cleared his throat, biting his lip, fiddling with the napkin. —I like puzzles.

—Yeah, I can tell. —The brunette gave a smile, leaning a little toward her, almost instinctively. —I guess this job, like psychology, has something to do with puzzles.

—Eli smiled softly, feeling more at ease and forgetting the previous incident, then hesitated before continuing. —I’ve always been interested in human behavior, patterns... Since I was little, I’d observe how people acted. In fact, when I was in college... —She paused for a few seconds, hesitating. —I had a class in criminology with you. You were... well, like you are now: brilliant.

—Really? —He asked, furrowing his brow slightly as he tried to remember, looking up. —What was the class?

—Advanced Psychology. —She murmured uncertainly. —You were always at the front.

—Advanced Psychology... —he repeated, then his expression changed as if something clicked in his memory. —Row four, seat six... was that you? You always had a notebook... yes, like that one, red, and you sat near the window.

—Oh! —She exclaimed, surprised and a bit flushed. —Yes, that was me... I can’t believe you remember so well. "Don’t get too excited, friend, he has a super brain, it’s not because of you."

—I have eidetic memory, but... —he smiled slightly, somewhat embarrassed. —It’s not always so clear with people. What seems odd to me is that you noticed me, I mean, hmm... well, you know... that you specifically remember me... —Spencer trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

"I need to scream and process everything he’s telling me. Are there any hidden messages here? Can someone translate all this for me?!" —Uh... Well, it’s that I’ve always played at that, really, I like observing and learning. I memorize what people do, how they are, how they might be... So I remember weird things at absurd moments, I suppose —she admitted with a soft laugh, now feeling more at ease. —You always seemed so focused, so... in your own world.

—It’s funny... —he said, looking directly into her eyes, with a sincere smile. —I always thought I was completely alone in that world, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

—I’m glad to know I wasn’t so invisible after all. —She said, holding back a sigh.

—Definitely not. —He said softly, smiling —And now, I’m really happy that we’re here, sharing something more than just a class.

—And I... —she replied, feeling the conversation flow naturally, though she felt like running through the halls screaming and completely red. She wasn’t sure if she had a kind, panicked, or clownish expression. "Oh God, I’m losing it. What’s happening? He’s adorable and I want to die!!"

The case would continue its course; Luke provided me with constant support, he knows my difficulties, and for me, the most important thing at that moment was to adapt, to find my place among them. With a bit of luck, I might feel settled in this new environment. "Come on, Eli. Just one step at a time." · Requests via DM ·

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Well, the first chapter. I had an introduction, but I decided to combine it with the first chapter since it felt too short. I hope you like it; I'll try to update soon. I'm really enjoying writing the conversations, to be honest. There’s still quite a bit to go, I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but my idea is for this to be very FLUFFY, you know, kisses, intimacy, cuddles... we'll get there. If you have any comments, contributions, or questions... you know where to find me. That will come soon, I’ll speed up to get to the important stuff, I promise.

Kisses!

[raviliuz]

I've been obsessed with On of your girls by Troye Sivan so flintwood au kind off inspired by it

They became a thing back in hogwarts. Something that started just as a enemies?rivals? Definitely not friends - with benefits. And honestly, it should have stayed like that, they both knew it didn't have a chance. But they were so young and in love, and world seem like an worthy opponent.

Marcus married at mere age of 19, less then half a year since finishing hogwarts, to a pureblood woman he had met at wedding planning. It's strictly political marriage, one he knew would happen since he had understood what a marriage was. Oliver wanted him, begged him to stood up to his parents but he couldn't. He was a disappointment for them. He knew he wasn't a looker and they didnt aprove of his quidditch passion, and him failing a year costed them much in terms of respect and nobility. Marcus just wanted them to be proud of him and his choices. Not that achieving that was realistic.

Oliver was one of very few people Marcus showed his true self. Oliver who considered him handsome (the way he looked at Marcus almost made him believe it), and understood better than anyone his obsession with quidditch, and helped him with potions when he repeated a year. Oliver who never thought of him as disappointing even when Marcus ugly cried while apologising for doing so and not being manly enough.

And despite that, or maybe just because of that, Oliver stayed.

He probably should have broken it up, maybe scream and left for long enough to forget. But how could he?

They meet to just let go of that steam, like they're not anything more, like they've never been anything more. They never talk - Marcus wouldn't let himself indulge in that - just go straight to the bed, where their bodies go so in synch. Call that a muscle memory.

It's always Marcus who calls or just arrives at Wood's door. Oliver don't want to be an intruder in Flint's pff family life. He knows he's just a toy for when Marcus gets lonely or bored or angry. But what's left after giving him his heart, it's better than nothing.

Oliver actually gets worried when they meet to often, it means Marcus is going through tough time and he doesn't wish him that.

And well, Marcus feels so bad with ruining Oliver, with ruining the idea of love for him. He should have left long time ago, back in hogwarts when he first noticed his feelings and yet he still can't leave to this day. Wood deserved so much better than we would have ever been, even by his side.

And maybe it wasn't strictly about sex but just Oliver's presence, even though it kills him. Oliver is everything he could have had if he for once in his life was brave. So kind and understanding and just too good for him. He smashes his lips against Oliver's the second he sees him because one word would cause a meltdown with all those things he thinks and really should have said long time ago.

For once in his life, Marcus is thankful that he never was good at talking.

So yeah, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers to benefits? And probably the most angsty thing I've ever written, hope u enjoyed

And life update, I successfully ended my first year of psychology uni and I truly love it

Late happy birthday to Marcus Flint (sorry I didn't write anything, angst doesn't seem like good bday present), happy death day to Joseph Kavinsky and happy early birthday to me (9th of July, summer daughter and what not)