#I LOVE THIS OS MUCH STOPPPP

[veryinnovative]

Hey, so I’ve been reading Tarte Tatin, (and I love it so so much, thank you for writing) but I wanted to share this poem that your fic reminded me of. It’s called “Love Bade Me Welcome” by George Herbert. It’s technically about Jesus and grace, but the imagery of food and love are reminiscent of the themes in Tarte Tatin.

anyways, here it is:

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back

                              Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

                             From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,

If I lacked any thing.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:

                             Love said, You shall be he.

I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,

                             I cannot look on thee.

Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

                             Who made the eyes but I?

Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame

                             Go where it doth deserve.

And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?

                             My dear, then I will serve.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:

So I did sit and eat.

YOU WANT ME DEADDDDD OH MY GOD EUUEUEUE

[drabbles-mc]

Dedicated TO ME???? MJ I'm weeping I'm unwell I'm crushing your bones in a hug and never releasing you.

The way that this fic is already so mythic to me and I haven't even read it yet. I know it's going to become a permanent part of my psyche. Lettuce begin 👀

"You assume that he, the guy, this dude—navy hoody, black jeans, muscles you can see despite it all" okay but the instant transition from this dude do muscles you can see despite it all I'M SORRY??? LO SIENTO??? PERDÓN???? You can't open the fic like this and expect me to not go into cardiac arrest.

‘Probably should’ve said something, instead of just standing here, I know.’ Juice, my beloved. I adore him so. I can hear him. 🥹🥹

"He scoffs, giving a head shake—a lie—that winds into a nod—the truth—and a smile. Cute. Honest of him." STOPPPP FUCKING STOPPP I CAN SEE HIM!!! I CAN SEE IT!!! I WANNA JUST!!!! 🥹🥰🥹🥰

"Poor thing is one bad interaction away from a full-body shutdown by the looks of it." MJ I need you to stop. I need you to give me a second to fucking breathe, okay???? you can't keep landing one killshot after another like this. I won't last the 3k

"He glows, but shakes away the compliment and tries to hide his blush by taking a drink as soon as the bottle’s put in front of him." FUCK OFFFFF I'M FUCKING BLUSHING!!!!!!!

"He’s bringing something out of you, hot-wiring your brain with the round of his cheeks." That's his power. It's what he does. It's how he got you and I, isn't it???? 😌

‘Why? Were you hoping I’d lose and make you feel good about yourself?’ / He smiles; it reaches the edges of his eyes. ‘Something like that.’ GOD I know what's to come so the way this is just sending me into the next fucking galaxy. JUST WAIT, JUICE!! JUST YOU WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Tragic. Truly." The way that two simple words have never made me cackle so much 😂

"But he seems unfazed, keen even."

"‘Relax,’ you interrupt before he talks himself into any more distress. ‘I said I have a thing about PDA, not you. You’re good, Juice. I like you.’" I WAS GONNA THROW THE WHOLE EXCHANGE HERE BUT I DIDNT WANNA JUST COPY/PASTE YOUR WHOLE FIC (even though i sorta am already lmao) BUT GODDDDDD CAN YOU HEAR IT??? CAN YOU HEAR MY SCREECHING WITH GLEE??????????

"You’ve come home with him, or rather, he’s come home with you—and if only he knew what a victory that was." Bars. Reader and I are truly one and the same in this moment.

‘You don’t do this a lot, do you?’ / ‘Well,’ it snakes out of him, ‘not a lot. But, y’know, a normal amount.’ I'm so so so stupidly in love with him it's embarrassing 🥰🥰🥰🥰

‘The guys had a problem with Juan.’ The way I will fight any and all of them in a fucking parking lot RIGHT NOW. Kill them all and their creator S*tter in one fell swoop.

"Kindness isn’t pathetic" YES! READER! TELL HIM!!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

"He does. He complies. Pants a little faster at the compliment" MJ I'm gonna fuckingggg combust I'm gonna lose it I'm gonna die right here in the kitchen of someone else's home as I read this

"dim light of the bar, orange glow of your living room" Taking a break from my regularly scheduled thirsting to obsess over this detail. Idk what it is about it but it just feels os right. I love it. I love it so much. Poetry.

‘How long have you had a praise kink?’ THERE IT IS!!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!!!!!

'Nah.’ His palms find the back of your thighs, just above the knee, as he puts you back, turning you onto the spread of cushions beside you. ‘Here.’ SHUT UP!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I WILL NEVER FUCKING GET OVER THIS IMAGE!!!!!!!!! THE FACT THAT I CAN NEBVER ACTUALLY IRL HAVE THIS IN LIFE WITH THIS MAN IS GOING TO DEVASTATE ME LATER BUT FOR NOW I WILL CONTINUE TO LOSE MY MIND!!!!!!!!!

"‘Good boy,’ you say, under your breath, barely a whisper, but he hears. He hears it." FUck. fuck me. I just. How am I supposed to have words after all of this????????

I want to have wonderful poetic things to say but my brain has been rendered to a pile of goo at this. Fuck. Like. THIS is the peak Juice Ortiz Experience. I don't. I can't. What else is there, really????? I KNOOOOOOOW I will be coming back and rereading this an unhealthy amount of times. If I had a physical copy it would be tattered and falling apart at the spine. God. Fuck. MJ I'm in love with you.

good boy

juice ortiz x gn!reader, 3639 words, 18+

mild nsfw, praise kink (juice), hot n heavy etc, the title says it all

a/n: based on a post ive lost about men being called good boys and therefore dedicated to @drabbles-mc​ because we terrorised ourselves about it being juicy and then here we are. the result! (im not sure who to tag bc this is new territory, but @cositapreciosa​ and @hausofmamadas​ ik u love jc <3)

You don’t get approached in bars. You never, get approached in bars. Not alone, not in groups, not when you’re tagging along with Jen and Tunde for the thirtieth miserable time this year. Something about your expression, you think. How you look when you aren’t thinking at all. It happens so infrequently, actually, that you don’t even realising it’s happening this time. You assume that he, the guy, this dude—navy hoody, black jeans, muscles you can see despite it all— who’s lingering by your shoulder, is just waiting to order. Hovering until he can grab a drink. Or looking for missing friends, or even just—

‘Sorry, I can tuck in if you need to get past.’

‘No, no, I wasn’t,’ he answers, stumbling slightly over the words, ‘I’m not.’ He pauses, breathes. ‘I was trying to speak to you, actually.’

You blank. ‘To me?’

He nods. ‘Probably should’ve said something, instead of just standing here, I know.’

Probably should’ve picked someone else entirely, really. You aren’t making it any easier for him. You can’t even think of something to say while he stands there looking at you, waiting for you to speak.

‘I’m Juice,’ he says, thank God.

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