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[noelles-legacy]

Attention all Hogwarts Legacy MCs!

I am starting an MC Sleepover! Everyone is welcome!

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Sharing and “nominating” others is definitely encouraged! I would like as many peeps at this sleep over as possible!💜💙

I look forward to seeing everyone’s MCs in there pjs! 🌙✨

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[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[conjuring-ghouls]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy Birthday!!

TYSM FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES! YOU GUYS ARE TOO KIND 😭💜

[zorrasucia]

13. Hot Cocoa + Baking

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (2.3k)

Tags: Chocolat (2000) AU, Friends to Rivals to Lovers, Food, Curvy Reader, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Maybe it was corny and provincial, but you always welcomed your neighbors with a batch of cookies. It was good for business most of the time too - the insurance people next door bought pastries every other day for their breakfast after you gifted them some for their opening.

So, there you were, close to the counter of the new specialty chocolaterie, box of cookies in hand, captivated by the smell of chocolate... There was so much more though: caramel, vanilla, almonds, coffee, cardamom, berries, and was that pepper...?

"Welcome to The Bear, what can I do for you?" a tall man greeted you.

"Oh, hi!" you smiled politely. "I'm from the bakery down the street. Wanted to say hello and give you a little welcome present."

You handed him the box, delicate calligraphy marking the name of your shop.

The man beamed. "That's so sweet! Pun not intended," he chuckled to himself. "Now we definitely have to give you something on the house!"

You looked at his name tag. "Richie, that's not necessary at all..."

"Nonsense. Plus, you get to see the magic happen. Cousin!" he bellowed to the back, where you assumed the kitchen was.

"Magic?" you frowned.

A blond guy with blue eyes emerged from the door and gave you a polite nod.

"What is it?" he asked Richie, he seemed irritated.

"Cookies from our neighbor, cuz," Richie offered him the open box, he was already biting into his second one. "Say thanks and do your mind-reader thing."

"It's not... Never mind," he mumbled in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "Carmy Berzatto," he said and offered you his hand to shake. "Thank you for the cookies."

"You're welcome," you smiled at the sight of him eating with gusto.

"Is that piloncillo sugar?" he asked after a moment of savoring.

"Yes!" you beamed.

"Tremendous," he said earnestly, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He walked closer to the counter and stared at you, intensely, for half a minute. "Mocha frappe, double espresso shot, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. That's your favorite."

You stared right back, mouth agape. That was your comfort drink, no matter the weather. How did he know?

"Do we still have the nice Mexican coffee? She'll appreciate it," he asked Richie.

"Yeah, third shelf. Neat trick, huh?" Richie grinned, enjoying the shocked look on your face as Carmy went to the back.

"How does he-?"

"Fucked if I know," he shrugged. "He says it's a family thing. He never misses."

"Did he guess your favorite too?" you asked, fascinated.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "It's hot cocoa with marshmallows. He says I have the palate of a six year old but if it ain't broke..."

While Carmy prepared your drink, you looked around the shop. There were beautiful confections with crazy flavors, covered in gold leaf, almost too beautiful to eat. But there were also dollops of milk chocolate with puffed rice, humble looking and ready for a kid to devour. Truly something for everyone.

When he handed you your coffee you asked: "What's your favorite?"

Carmy gave you a tense smile. "Hope you like it. Pleasure to meet you," he said and left.

"He says it's a secret," Richie handed you a napkin, then he added in a whisper: "I don't think he has one. He doesn't enjoy things that way."

"What way?"

"Uh, the normal way, I guess," Richie shrugged. "He barely eats the things he makes. Lives like a monk. It feels like he has to make chocolate 24/7 or some family curse is going to get him. Dunno if I'm making sense."

"Kind of," you said.

You took a sip of your drink and knew you were fucked forever. No chain coffeehouse would be able to compete with this.

~

It had been a couple of months since The Bear opened. They had a few loyal customers plus whatever weirdos wanted to see if Carmy was as spot on with his predictions as online reviews said he was - he never missed.

You had become friendly with the staff and had developed a routine of sorts with Carmy.

It probably wasn't healthy but you saw him as a mystery to solve. You didn't know about chocolate, not the way he did, but you knew baking, you understood how comfort and love could be encapsulated in a dessert. So you tried to find his favorite, the thing that would make his heart sing like he could do to you and every other person that walked into his chocolaterie. If nothing else, you got constructive criticism from a kindred spirit on a weekly basis.

Could use less cinnamon. 

Maybe with brown sugar instead? 

Oh, that's good. 

What about blackberry jam? 

Delicious... but not my favorite.

"Anyone told you you're a buzzkill?" you said with a dejected sigh.

"Many people. Often," he replied dryly.

"Richie doesn't count."

"Point still stands," he said, wiping crumbs from the flaky pastry you had brought. "People think I'm supposed to be having fun in there for the chocolate to be good when it's probably the opposite."

"It doesn't have to be like that, Carm," you said, exasperated. "You don't have to be fucking miserable for this to work."

He took a deep breath. You had never spelled it out so clearly and it clearly struck a nerve.

"I appreciate you," he said. "I do. But I'm fucked up. And you can't fix me with pies and cakes and-" he looked at the ceiling. "You're an incredible pastry chef. And you're so fucking nice but, uh, I think we should stop this."

"This?"

"You coming here and asking for feedback on your already perfect baked goods. I don't know what you're expecting from me but you look at me with those Bambi eyes and I always disappoint you," he ran a hand through his hair. "It fucks me up."

"Right." You picked up your stuff as quickly as you could, feeling heartbroken and humiliated. You knew you probably came off as needy but you hadn't realized just how much. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Sorry to bother you. Won't happen again."

And you left.

~

Weeks passed, weeks that you devoted to yourself, to feeling better, dressing pretty, baking delicious treats for happy customers, standing in front of the mirror to say nice things about your curvy body.

You had tried and failed to make Carmy see how much better his life could be if he let himself enjoy things, actually savor his chocolate instead of finding four things that were wrong with it upon his first bite. Only now you realized how similar you two were, both wanting to fix things that were probably best left alone. Carmy wasn't a recipe you could perfect and he wasn't your anything really to worry about.

It wasn't lost on you, the metaphor for everything you had been doing - his lithe body and your slightly overweight one, and how much you wanted his toned biceps on either side of your head as he panted above you, letting himself lose control for once. As you indulged in these fantasies, your fingers deep inside your pussy, you wondered whether he ever desired stuff that way. You pictured him, eyes rolled back in bliss, while he held you, and you came with a cry.

~

You were closing up for the night, cold wind ruffling your hair and your skirt.

"Hey."

You turned to see Carmy, blue apron underneath his wool coat.

"Hey," you said curtly, avoiding his glance.

"I, uh, I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said.

"Okay? Can you make it quick? I have to get up at four in the morning," the prickly part of you woke up at the sight of him.

"Listen, you don't need to do it if you don't want to but-" he handed you a paper bag with The Bear's logo on it. "I was wondering if you could make pain au chocolat with this?"

You received the bag cautiously. "How many?"

"I only need two," he mumbled and you scoffed. He knew - he fucking knew how hard it was to make the dough and that you couldn't just make two. "You can keep the rest of the chocolate," he offered.

"I'm still gonna charge you full price," you warned him.

"Of course."

You eyed him suspiciously, his bright eyes and open hands, his overall apologetic manner...

"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow after I close."

~

Maybe it was pride but you didn't try the pain au chocolat with Carmy's chocolate. Not one bite out of the entire batch you had baked. It would, of course, be excellent and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Here you go," you handed him the box, all pretty with a ribbon and a blank card ready to be gifted.

"Thank you," he gave you a shy smile. "Wanna sit down? I'll make you hot chocolate."

His shop was empty - only half the lights were on, and the sign at the door read 'Closed'.

"Come on," he insisted, his blue eyes pleading and you sighed in defeat, sitting by the counter next to him.

He served two cups of hot chocolate and plated the pastries, one for you and one for him.

"What are you-?" you started.

"When we first met, you asked me about my favorite," he explained. "Then you started bringing cookies and pie and muffins and it was so nice. I'm not used to nice things. And you were getting close. So I pushed you away and I Iashed out. I was an asshole."

"Yes, you were," you took a sip of your chocolate. He would be so much easier to hate if the things he made weren't so tasty.

"I'm not asking to go back to the way things were if you don't want that. I just hated how things ended," he nudged the plate towards you. "This is my favorite."

The pastry you had baked with the chocolate he had made.

"You haven't even tried it," you challenged him.

He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring, a moan stuck in the back of his throat. You squeezed your thighs at the low, delicious sound.

"Fuck. That's perfect," he declared. Your heart beat faster. "Try it."

You took a bite. It was cozy and delicate, the rich chocolate caressing your tongue.

You nodded. "What a way to put my chocolate supplier to shame."

Carmy smiled, taking another big bite. "I'll give it to you for free if you keep making these."

You blushed at the double meaning and turned away.

"Fuck, that sounded awful. Sorry," Carmy said after a beat.

"It's okay," you laughed. You turned to face him, he had a giddy smile on his face that made him look younger and prettier.

"You have a-" he pointed at your lip but then he reached over and rubbed at your lower lip, wiping some leftover chocolate. He brought that same finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Your stomach dropped and you could feel yourself getting wet.

Carmy stood up, you could see his pupils dilate the closer he got, see his eyes linger on the low cut of your shirt.

"I thought that if I stopped seeing you, I would be able to focus," he whispered, his breath tickling your face. "I have never been so fucking distracted. Just thinking..." he kissed the side of your face, open mouthed and hungry. "Kept thinking of things I'd say to you, recipes I could share and shit like that," he mumbled, his hands ghosting over your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. "Thinking about your hands, kneading, working, and how they'd feel," following his lead you placed your hands over his chest, caressing his sides. He groaned. "Thinking about your body. Every part of it..."

"Touch me," you practically begged, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your breasts over your clothes.

"Imagining how sweet you'd taste," he panted against your lips, letting you close the small distance left, tasting his own chocolate in your mouth as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair, desperate to return every bit of passion he was giving you.

"Carmy," you gasped and brought him closer, opening your legs and scooting to the edge of your seat. His hard cock rubbed against your center, his hands were everywhere.

"So soft," he said, kissing down your neck to your chest. He palmed your breast with one hand and squeezed your hip with the other, guiding you to grind against his erection.

"Fuck," you cursed. "Like that."

You tugged on his hair, getting a low groan in response. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth and kiss him with all the hunger you had for him. He bit your lower lip and you moaned.

"You even sound sweet," he said absently, a desperate rhythm building between you.

"I thought of you too," you said, looking into his blue eyes, squeezing his ass to bring him closer. "Thought how'd beautiful you'd look when you came - all sweaty, your eyes on me."

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Can't wait to take you home. Fuck you properly. Fucking taste you..."

You could feel fireworks inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing, grinding desperately against Carmy, biting on his bicep to muffle a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh, my God," you gasped for breath as he chased his release, you grew pliant in his embrace, carding your fingers through his hair, legs shaking around his waist, your underwear soaked.

"Fuck," he froze and exhaled hard, his nose tickling your neck. "If you feel this good with your clothes on..."

You giggled. "Come on," you kissed his temple. "Let's close up shop."

[akkivee]

TO THE KNIGHT OF STARDUST!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[strnsvt]

moon junhui — unspoken feelings and misplaced priorities.

you sat at a quiet corner in the university library, tapping your pen against your open diary. the hushed atmosphere usually brought you solace.

you scribbled down a few more thoughts before closing the diary with a sigh. standing up, you stretched and gathered your belongings, slipping the diary under your arm.

as you walked out, your thoughts were still on the pages you had just written. lost in your musings, you didn't notice when the diary slipped from under your arm and fell to the floor. you continued walking, completely unaware.

a few minutes later, as you approached the campus café, a sudden panic gripped you. you patted your bag and realized the diary wasn't there. your heart raced as you turned on your heel and rushed back to the library, hoping it was still where you left it.

bursting through the library doors, you scanned the area where you had been sitting, but the diary was nowhere to be found. you retraced your steps, searching frantically under tables and chairs.

your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a call from your friend.

"hey, where are you? class is about to start," mina says.

"i need a second," you replied, your voice tense.

hanging up, you hurried to the librarian's desk. "excuse me, did anyone turn in a diary? i think i lost it here."

the librarian shook her head. "i'm sorry, i haven't seen anything like that."

you felt a wave of despair wash over you. "thank you," you murmured, turning away. your mind raced with thoughts of who could have found it and what they might do with the information inside.

you decided to check your locker, just in case. fumbling with the combination lock, you finally swung it open. as you leaned in to peer inside, the locker door suddenly slammed shut, making you flinch.

"you," you muttered, your voice tinged with annoyance and suspicion.

you see junhui standing there, looking somewhat amused. he held your diary in his hand, the cover slightly worn from his handling.

your heart sank as you realized he had taken your diary intentionally. "give it back, junhui," you demanded, holding out your hand.

he tilted his head, studying you with mild interest. "you write quite passionately about minghao," he remarked casually.

your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "that's none of your business," you snapped, trying to hide your unease.

"true," he agreed, his tone nonchalant. "but now it is, isn't it?"

you clenched your fists, feeling a surge of frustration. "just give it back," you insisted, your voice trembling slightly.

he held the diary just out of your reach, his fingers casually flipping through the pages. "you know," he started, his tone just nonchalant, "i didn't realize you had such a soft spot for art club's resident heartthrob."

your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "give it back, junhui," you repeated through, your hand still outstretched.

he ignored your demand, his eyes scanning the pages with interest. "it's fascinating, really," he mused, his smirk growing more pronounced. "all these hidden desires and secret crushes."

"stop reading it!" you snapped, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

he finally looked up at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "make me," he challenged, dangling the diary just a bit closer.

you were torn between wanting to snatch it from him and not giving him the satisfaction. "this isn't a joke, junhui," you warned, your voice wavering.

his smile softened slightly, a hint of something more serious flickering in his expression. "i know," he admitted, his teasing tone fading. "but maybe it's time you and i had a little chat about secrets."

"huh?" you stammered, caught off guard by junhui's unexpected proposition.

"set me up with your best friend," junhui continued, his expression serious now. "and i'll set you up with mine."

you blinked, processing his offer. the idea of cooperating with someone you considered your enemy was daunting, but the thought of getting your diary back and preventing junhui from revealing its contents was even more compelling.

"you expect me to trust you?" you countered, skepticism evident in your voice.

"i expect you to consider your options," junhui replied calmly, his gaze unwavering. "or we can both walk away empty-handed. except that the diary stays with me,"

your mind raced with possibilities. could you really trust junhui, even temporarily, with something as personal as setting up your best friend? and what would he expect in return? but deep down, you knew that without your diary, your secrets could potentially be used against you.

"fine," you finally relented, your voice tight with resignation. "but if you do anything to betray this deal—"

"i won't," junhui assured, cutting off your threat with a mocking smile.

just when you were about to say something else, you get a call from your friend. your best friend. his crush.

you took a deep breath as you answered her call. "hey, mina," you greeted her, trying to sound calm despite the tension.

"where are you?"

you hesitated for a moment, glancing at junhui, who was still holding your diary. "i-i'll be there in a moment—"

"don't worry about it, the lecture got cancelled," she chirpped, "so, where are you now?"

"i'm just outside the library," you said, casting a sidelong glance at junhui. "why don't we meet at the café instead?"

"sure, see you there!" mina agreed, her tone brightening. she hung up, and you let out a sigh of relief mixed with apprehension.

turning to junhui, you spoke quietly, "meet her at the café in fifteen minutes. don't be late."

you found yourself making your way towards junhui the next day, determined to hold him to his end of the bargain. he owed you a favor now, and you intended to collect.

spotting him near the university courtyard, you approached with purpose. junhui glanced up from his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips as he noticed your approach.

"you owe me," you stated firmly, stopping in front of him.

junhui raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider your demand. "oh, do i now?" he replied casually.

"yes," you insisted, crossing your arms. "you promised to set me up with minghao and return my diary."

junhui leaned against a nearby tree, his expression thoughtful. "setting you up with minghao shouldn't be a problem," he mused. "but as for your diary..."

you narrowed your eyes at him. "junhui," you warned, the frustration bubbling up again.

he held up a hand, a small, teasing smile playing on his lips. "relax, i haven't forgotten," he assured you. "consider it insurance that you'll hold up your end of the deal."

you gritted your teeth, torn between wanting to grab the diary from him and maintaining some semblance of control. "fine," you reluctantly agreed, knowing you had little choice at the moment. "but make sure you set everything up with minghao. no games."

junhui nodded, his gaze serious now. "deal," he agreed, pocketing your diary with a satisfied expression.

as he turned to walk away, you called after him. "junhui," you called, stopping him in his tracks.

he glanced back at you, raising an eyebrow in question.

"you better not mess this up," you warned, your voice firm.

he grinned back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "trust me," he replied cryptically before disappearing into the crowd.

watching him go, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just made a deal with the devil. but with your diary in junhui's hands, you had to play his game—for now...

junhui caught sight of you on the staircase, ready to tease you as usual. but as he approached, he noticed you sniffling, your shoulders trembling slightly. his expression softened, and he sat down beside you.

"hey," he said gently, his usual teasing tone absent. "what's wrong?"

you wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your voice, "am i not pretty?"

"what?" he questions, his was a mixture of confusion and gentleness.

"minghao..."

"what about him?"

"minghao likes mina," and more tears stream down your face.

junhui's eyes widened slightly as he took in your words. "i didn't know that," he replied, his voice careful.

"and she's so...beautiful," you continued, your voice laced with a mix of admiration but also envy "i love her, but...i just...i don't know. and now, knowing that both minghao and you...like her—it's just more evidence."

junhui listened quietly, his arm sliding comfortingly around your shoulders. "hey," he murmured, "it doesn't mean you're any less."

you glanced up at him, surprised by his reassuring words. "what do you mean?"

he smiled gently. "you're not bad yourself, you know," he said softly. "in fact, you're pretty cute. even when you cry."

your cheeks flushed at his unexpected compliment, and despite everything, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in your heart. junhui's presence, once so aggravating, now offered a strange comfort.

"thanks," you managed to say, as you wiped away the last of your tears.

junhui chuckled softly, squeezing your shoulder lightly. "anytime," he replied, his teasing tone replaced with genuine warmth, "hey, wanna bunk classes?"

you found yourself in a troubling routine, spending more time bunking classes with junhui than attending them.

days blurred together as you laughed and explored the campus, pushing thoughts of responsibility to the back of your mind. but reality hit hard when you received your grades—a stark reminder that you needed to get your act together.

determined to catch up, you headed to the library, hoping to find solace in the quiet study environment. you chose a secluded corner and buried your nose in a textbook, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

not long after, junhui appeared, sliding into the seat next to you. "i was looking for you," he said casually, but you ignored him, focusing on the page in front of you.

unfazed, he reached over and snatched the book from your hands. "hey!" you protested, reaching for it. "give it back."

he studied the cover briefly before handing it back with a smirk. "this stuff is too easy."

"oh, really?" you shot back, raising an eyebrow. "then tell me, what's the answer to this question?" you pointed to a complex problem on the page.

junhui leaned back in his chair, feigning ignorance. "i don't know that one."

not that one, either. no. skip.

you rolled your eyes, frustration building. "c'mon, at least get one right. i'll give you kisses!"

his eyes widened in surprise, and without a word, he snatched the book from your hands again. for the next five minutes, he scanned the pages intently.

"ask me anything," he finally said, a confident glint in his eyes.

you quizzed him on various problems, and to your amazement, he got most of them correct. "impressive," you admitted.

he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "grant me my kisses," he demanded with a playful smirk.

reached into your bag and pulled out a small packet of hershey's kisses chocolates. junhui's expression shifted from confident to utterly blank. "wait...you meant the chocolate kisses..."

you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his realization, watching as his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. "what did you think i meant?" you teased, handing him a chocolate.

junhui grumbled under his breath, unwrapping the candy. "you tricked me," he muttered, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

you glanced around to make sure no one was watching. then, without warning, you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on junhui's cheek before darting away.

he stood there, momentarily stunned, before a slow grin spread across his face. "i'll get you back for that," he called after you, his voice filled with playful promise.

you and junhui walked side by side in the hallway, the comfortable silence between you both a welcome change. but as you stopped abruptly, junhui furrowed his brow in confusion and followed your gaze. there it was—minghao kissing mina.

junhui called your name softly, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene. "y/n," he tried again, more firmly this time. you simply turned on your heel and rushed away, tears threatening to spill.

you bolted to the rooftop, the place where you always found solace. junhui followed closely, calling out your name repeatedly, but you didn't stop. finally, he caught up to you, turning you around to face him. but you kept your eyes downcast, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"why do you care or even know?" you say, still looking at the ground. "minghao—" you started, your voice breaking.

junhui cut you off, his frustration boiling over. "you're so selfish, y/n," he began, his voice filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "do you think you're the only one whose heart got broken today? do you think minghao is the center of the universe?"

you flinched at his harsh words, but he continued, unable to stop the torrent of emotions. "you only ever talk about minghao—minghao this, minghao that. but have you ever stopped to think about how i feel? have you ever cared about me, even a little?"

the rain started to pour down, soaking you both. junhui's voice softened, but the pain was still evident. "i've been right here, y/n. all this time, i've been here. but you never noticed."

you stood there, drenched and speechless, his words cutting deeper than you expected. junhui turned to leave, but when he saw you still standing in the rain, unmoving, he sighed deeply.

"c'mon, y/n," he urged, but you didn't move. he took off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders, his touch gentle. holding you close, he tried to shield you from the rain as much as possible. "we need to get inside."

you looked up at him, his face a mixture of concern and frustration. the warmth of his jacket and his arms around you brought a sense of comfort you hadn't felt in a long time. slowly, you nodded, allowing him to lead you back inside.

the next morning, get up from your bed, wishing a good morning to mina. you sneeze, making mina laugh, you chuckle as well.

you opened the door to find a book laying on the ground. it was yours. it was your diary lying on the ground. you picked it up, noticing a note that had fallen out. 'sorry' was scrawled on it in junhui’s handwriting.

you took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation. still in your pajamas, you headed straight to junhui's room.

you knocked firmly on the door. when it opened, you were met by minghao, who looked surprised to see you.

"hey y/n—" he began, but you didn’t let him finish. you pushed past him, rushing into the room.

junhui was just getting up from his side of the bed, his expression shifting from groggy to alarmed as he saw you enter.

not giving him a chance to speak, you jump on him, making him fall back on the bed with you on top of him. a tear rolls down your cheek as you apologize again and again. not sure what about.

to which junhui flips you over and smashes his lips onto yours.

“junhui,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling. “i’m sorry... i never meant to push you away. i was just so caught up in my own feelings that i didn’t see what was right in front of me.”

minghao, still standing at the door, looked between the two of you with a mixture of surprise and understanding. he took a step back, giving you both space, and quietly closed the door.

"i know this doesn’t fix everything,” jun said, his voice steady. “but maybe we can start over, yeah?"

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “i’d like that,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “i’d like that a lot.”

junhui gave you a small, relieved smile. you mimicking his emotion now etched on your face as both of you knew that a new start was needed.

[bethanyactually]

Nancy Drew + text posts (70/?)

4.13 || The Light Between Lives (3/8)

feat. @jicklet & @gorgeoussimplehousecat ♥︎

[crystallizsch]

Trouble? You're only in trouble if you get caught. So don't let me catch you ~

uhhhhh say hi to jamil and yuusha's kid jas(mine) pt 2 (also here and here are like my only two other posts of her)

HFDDF OKAY SO - i actually had these unfinished sketches from months ago of jas as a nrc student and scarabia housewarden

this sneaky little bastard (affectionate) had never left my cranium she was just sitting idly by

im sobbing i hate jas so much (lie i love her)

jamil and yuusha still aren't supposed to have a kid so i just imagine this to be an alternate timeline for them 🤧🤧🤧

soooo info dump time ---

━━━━━━✦ scarabia housewarden nrc jas

jas has a vice-housewarden who is her childhood best friend (figuring out if i want them to be twst rajah or abu)

also thinking about if i want yuusha to be a staff member in nrc with grim or just dead during this time (why? just because)

no further info tbh, scarabia housewarden jas is just vibing

━━━━━━✦ child jas stuffs

i'm SO indecisive about her design as a toddler/preteen lowkey 😭

she was very sweet as a toddler but somewhere along the line she just became more carefree and chaotic

jas is a mama's girl but is more alike with her father than she cares to admit

octavinelle trio and heartslabyul duo + grim are like the honorary uncles (jas's favorites are floyd, ace, and grim bc they sometimes enable her with shenanigans)

even though jas has favorite uncles, najma is the favorite favorite. i imagine she's just the cool aunt

if mama yuu is "shrimpy" then jas is a "tiger prawn" (bc rajah)

jas LOVES doing people's hair including her own; would rather do them by hand rather than by magic

jamil showed jas how to breakdance once and it became ingrained in her personality ever since

(there's probably still more about her that i'm forgetting but this is it for now)

━━━━━━✦ bonus future jamiyuu stuff because i miss them

jamil took yuusha's last name surprise surprise (if they get married)

i imagine after nrc they'd be travelling together actually, not necessarily settling down

(i'm REALLY not 100% on them settling down and having a kid but i still love jas a lot so im so conflicted) (that's why aus exist 😔✨)

(and if hypothetically they do settle down i think yuusha being staff in nrc with grim + maybe jamil who travels for work (or being a house husband??? maybe they alternate roles) can be adorable ideas)

━━━━━━✦ (i also had this thing that i never posted about that one trope of a fankid finding themselves in nrc bc of portal/time/mirror shenanigans)

(jamil found both of them asleep somewhere and refuses to wake them up)

also some bonus tidbits about this scenario with them:

💜: Is she a family member of yours? How'd she get here?

🐍: I have never seen that child in my life before now. And there's no way I could have missed news about a new relative of mine.

💜: You know how ridiculous it sounds if she's related to me. I'm not from here. She even looks more like you!

🐍: Jas has the same color of eyes as you. Didn't you tell me she mistook you for her mother?

💜: ...Yeah, but I don't like what you're implying.

🐍: Well, I'm not exactly happy with this either.

they're just both in denial of the implication of this child existing and neither of them is saying it out loud.

and the angst/wholesomeness(???) of jamil asking jas's full name and hearing that she has her mother's last name instead of his

eventually they grew attached (unfortunately) until somehow they send jas home to her original timeline

and then they finally have a real conversation about what all that was about

anyways thank you for reading if you've made it this far;;; end tweet

[sandushengshou]

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[lennsart]

I wanted to participate in @ikaishere DTIYS, so here is my piece !

The prompt encouraged changing the pose, but I just loved the original drawing so much that I wanted to try my hand at it haha !

Here's a little close-up on their faces :

[momotonescreaming]

morning sun (and warm cotton sheets)

Rating: M | WC: 9k | Steve/Eddie Established Relationship, Morning After, Kissing

Eddie drifted into waking slowly, sleepily, by the warmth of the sun starting to stream through the crack in the curtain. It took the chill out of the room, the light of it hitting his bare back. It was nice — there was no blaring of his alarm dragging him out of sleep, no cold of winter forcing him to retreat under the comforters.

Instead it was warm, and calm, and still early, so Eddie let himself shut his eyes again. Rolling out the stiffness in his back as he snuggled down further into bed.

The sheets were soft — impossibly soft — as they were fancy ones Steve said they should splurge on because ‘just trust me, Baby’. And he was right, of course. He also grew up a rich kid, but whatever. The sheets were soft, and felt nice, and they made Steve give out his happy smile when Eddie said he loved them, actually. They hung loose around Eddie’s waist, gently brushing his bare skin, and he made no move to pull them up.

Sue him, he was comfortable. And if the sheets slipped down — exposing his pale ass, the hickeys littering his thighs —  then no harm done. The only person around to see is Steve, and Eddie didn’t think he’d mind, considering he gave them to him.

Eddie blinked, letting the light slowly flood his vision, turning head towards Steve’s side of the bed. It’s empty, sheets rumpled, still warm. It’s not a surprise, and Eddie’s not worried. His boyfriend has always been an insufferable morning person.

He reaches out to Steve’s side of the bed, instinctually, automatically, and pulls himself over to the warm spot Steve left behind. If he inhales, presses his nose to the sheets, Eddie swears he can still smell Steve. His cologne, his sweat, him. Eddie shuffles into a more comfortable position, snuggling down into Steve’s pillows and the dent he’s left in the mattress.

Curling his arms around his head, resting them there, using them to prop himself up slightly — Eddie turns his head to look at their now open bedroom door. He’s still lying stomach down in bed, sheets now tangled around his legs and slung low over his waist. If he moves, stretches — and he knows this for a fact — he’ll start to feel the ache in his back, his thighs, his ass; from his time with Steve last night. So he doesn’t move. Lets himself get enveloped by the warmth of the room, the soft sheets, and peers through his folded arms for any signs of his boyfriend.

The hallway light is on, the bathroom door propped open, so he knows Steve is still home. Good. Eddie likes to say goodbye to him before he leaves the house, no matter how early it is, no matter how late they stayed up last night. Likes the confirmation of his presence, that he’s been there, that he’ll be back. He was the same with Wayne, back in Hawkins. The two Munsons were always leaving each other notes and knocking on doors to say goodbye to the other.

Of course it didn’t go away with Steve. And Steve was always so nice about it, understanding. He had his own hang ups of course, so he got it. So whenever Steve had to leave the apartment, he’d find Eddie and say goodbye, cradle his cheek and give him a kiss. Leave him a note if he wanted to let Eddie sleep.

Today, Eddie can’t see Steve, but he can hear him, ever so faintly. The sound echoing out of the open bathroom door. The sound of rushing water, Steve’s voice starting to rise over the sound of the shower. He’s starting to sing, ever so faintly. Eddie can’t quite tell what it is, but it makes him smile.

He sounds happy, content, letting himself sing in the shower. So Eddie lets himself doze off again, tendrils of sleep wrapping around hid mind and drifting him back down again, listening to sounds of Steve’s singing. It’s the sweet, lazy sort of domesticity that Eddie thought he’d never get. Lazy mornings where he doesn’t have to rush off to work, or a deal, or run errands because something broke again. He can sleep in, can wake up and choose not to get out of bed, soothed by the sweet sounds of his boyfriend singing in the shower.

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My part of the art trade for @calcium-cat ✨️

I drew a scene from Chapter 8: Lost and Found with little Dream and Rory (Horror!Sans):

He looked back at Rory and ran into the skeleton, wrapping his arms as best he could around him. His feet left the ground again as he was picked up, and he eagerly snuggled into the soft fur that tickled his face.

“Please don’t run away . . . okay little chef?” said Rory.

Dream headbutted his jaw affectionately. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Thank you . . .” the older skeleton said, hugging him closer.

Dream sighed, closing his sockets and relaxing in Rory’s hold.

[tulchip]

Homura crocs hours

[zorrasucia]

Promptober 27. Nightmares

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (2k)

Tags: Nightmares, Hurt & Comfort, Smut, Porn with plot, Established Relationship, Bondage, Sub!Carmy, Oral (M Receiving), P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

You walked inside the kitchen of The Bear. The lights were on but it was empty, an eerie silence bouncing back from every surface. You tried the door to the office but it was locked.

"Carmy?" you called, growing more nervous by the minute. "Carm?" you said a little louder.

There was a loud bang coming from inside the walk-in fridge. Your heart started beating fast.

Gathering courage, you walked to the door of the walk-in and knocked twice, gently.

"Carmy?"

You were met with another loud bang, so strong that it made the floor tremble underneath you.

Your common sense told you to leave but some part of you was terrified that whatever was inside could hurt Carmy. You took a deep breath and opened it.

It was darker and much bigger than you remembered. The light from the kitchen let you see a figure hunched over, recoiling from someone or something. You recognized the pristine, white t-shirt and dirty blond hair.

"Carmy, you okay?"

You walked towards him, kneeling by his side, the door shutting behind you.

"Get out," he said, his voice icy.

"Baby, come on, let's talk outside," you said gently.

When Carmy turned towards you, he looked changed - long canine teeth and a feral snarl deforming his face.

"I said get the fuck out!" he screamed at you.

You stood up and took a few steps back, trembling - you didn't know if it was because of the cold, your fear or both. You turned, running to the door but the fridge had become a never-ending hallway and you couldn't reach the exit. You glanced back. Where Carmy had been kneeling now sat a bear, growling, its blue eyes fixed on you.

"Oh, God," you were running out of air and the door wasn't any closer.

You could hear heavy steps behind you, getting faster and closer, the wet breathing of a beast on the nape of your neck.

You reached the door but it was too late. It grabbed you by the back of your shirt. You screamed, trying and failing to get away. Paws were replaced with hands that pulled your hair and pushed you against the metal door. You winced in pain, managing to turn around. It was Carmy again - he and the bear were one and the same, both consumed by rage, foaming at the mouth.

"I told you to get out," he said flatly before slamming you with his paw.

You woke up with a start, breathing hard and shaking.

It was a nightmare, only a nightmare, you repeated over and over. You were alone in your bed. Carmy was probably still at the restaurant and wouldn't come over until tomorrow night.

It was a nightmare.

You thought of calling him but the idea made your stomach churn and your breaths shallow. You weren't scared of him, you were scared of the creature in your dream but the line of separation felt blurry in the dark of the night and half awake. 

It was a nightmare, only a nightmare.

~

"Missed you, baby," Carmy said, putting his arms around you when he met you the following night.

You didn't mean to but you flinched when he touched you.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyebrows arched with worry.

"It's so dumb," you said, covering your face.

"I wanna know," he insisted.

So you told him about your dream, about how scared you were and how some of that fear stayed with you even now when you were awake.

"Fuck," Carmy rubbed the back of his neck. "They told you about when I got trapped inside the walk in, huh?"

"Richie really can paint pictures with words," you said dryly. "It was weeks ago, though. I guess it got mixed up with stress from work or something."

He searched for your gaze, his eyes pleading. "I'd never lay my hands on you."

"I know, Carm," you reached for his hand and rubbed his knuckles gently. "I'm just- I know it wasn't real but it felt like it. Dunno. I need to shake it off. Don't know how though," you shook your head in frustration. "Like, this is nice," you gestured at your joint hands. "It reminds me that this is real, that you're real and I can trust you."

Carmy studied you in the lowlight of the living room.

"It freaks you out when I touch you but it's all good if you reach out?"

You nodded.

"Of all the crazy ideas you've had-" you looked at Carmy, tied up to the bed, half naked and beautiful, "I think this is my favorite."

"I think I have an idea," he said.

"Desperate times," he chuckled nervously.

"I mean, there are more pressing issues in the world than my silly, little nightmare," you reasoned, sitting by his side.

"Don't think I could sleep if I knew you were scared of me touching you," he confessed softly, something vulnerable in his voice.

"It's not- I was scared of the thing in my dream, not you, Carm."

"I know, I know," he replied. "But it was freaking you out. This way you can just touch me until you feel safe again. Well, if this whole thing works."

You nodded. "I'll let you know."

You leaned over and cupped his face, tenderly, caressing the lines of his nose and his mouth. He had his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, it made you melt inside.

"Thank you for trusting me to do this," you said softly.

"Mhmm," he smiled.

You traced lines between the freckles of his neck and chest with your fingernail, imagining constellations, leaving goosebumps behind. Carmy shivered.

"Tickles," he whispered.

"Sorry."

You exhaled, touching the lines of muscle up his arms, his wrists tied up with two scarves. You carded your fingers gently through the hair on his chest and arms. You saw the tattoos you now knew by heart, really saw them, the pieces that had blurred with time. You kissed the white, translucent lines of scars you found along the way.

Every few inches you found softness and flaws, things that made him definitely human and not some cursed, bloodthirsty monster - this was Carmy, your Carmy.

You leaned over to kiss him, slow, tender.

"Feeling better?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," you nuzzled against his cheek, curling your body around his. He was warm.

"We can sleep like this if you want," he offered. And he meant it, you knew. Even if he would probably wake with his arms numb and sore at the same time.

You shook your head, the tip of your nose tickling his face. "I think I'm good, Carm," you said honestly.

"You sure?"

"Positive," you leaned on his chest to look into his eyes properly. "I would like to try something before untying you, though."

"Okay, what is it?" he arched his eyebrows with curiosity.

You blushed. "Are you going to make me say it?"

"Oh!"

"Yeah..."

"Really?" he frowned, a smirk curling his lips.

"You look really nice tied up," you shrugged. "Would you be into that?"

His skin warmed up under your touch. "Baby, I was the one that suggested this."

"Yes. But it wasn't for sex," you bit your lip, slightly embarrassed.

He smiled warmly. "Come here," he beckoned you to kiss him - his tongue eager to meet yours. "You can do anything you want to me."

"Fuck," you whimpered against his lips.

It was a blur, desire taking over and before you knew it you were straddling Carmy's legs, unbuttoning his jeans and taking his cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, the muscles of his torso straining as your tongue swirled up and down the length of him. You could feel him harden inside your mouth. The view upward was downright sinful, neck arched and veins bulging, his chest rising as he tried to breathe normally.

You let go for a moment, your hand pumping his cock.

"You were so good to me tonight, Carm," you praised. He keened in response and the sound went directly to your pussy, tickling you deliciously. "So patient, so sweet."

"Love you," he panted. "Love you so much. Want you- fuck- want you to feel safe with me."

"I do," you said softly. "I feel safe with you."

You kissed his hips, mouthing down his trail of hair, the flat of your tongue tracing the vein on his cock as you took him again, the salty taste of precum hitting your tongue.

"Fuuuck," he moaned low as you started to bob your head up and down. His arms were taut, fighting against his restraints for the first time. "Wait, fuck, baby, wait a second..."

You stopped and sat up, saliva and precum falling down the corner of your mouth.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm okay," Carmy said, smiling in that relaxed and blissful way he only allowed when he was fucking you. "I'm okay."

"Oh, good," you let out an exhale of relief, your voice sweet. Your hand went back to holding his cock idly, just caressing. "What do you need, baby?"

"Want to be inside you," he said simply. "Please."

You smiled. "Of course."

Just as quickly as before, blind with lust, you started rummaging for condoms and lining up his cock with your pussy.

"Eyes on me," he cooed and you obliged.

There was nothing quite like looking at his dilated pupils as you took him completely. This time he closed his eyes first though, overwhelmed with pleasure as you sank on his cock. He groaned, his hands holding tight to the bedframe, knuckles white.

"Good?" you teased when he finally opened his eyes.

"We're definitely buying handcuffs after this," he managed, voice low and gravelly.

You wouldn't have expected Carmy to want to be tied up but looking at him now, it made sense in a convoluted way - rolling his eyes with the bliss of letting go of control for a fucking minute. Or maybe it was still the dream logic in your brain - an injured bear settling when someone he trusted cared for him.

You leaned to touch his face. "You could have said something. We could have tried this ages ago."

He smiled shyly. "We're doing it now. It's okay," he nodded, shifting lightly, telling you it was fine to move.

You set a gentle pace, undulating instead of frantic now that his hands couldn't help you bounce on his cock. You could feel every inch of his cock, the head hitting just right as you leaned forward and back, taking satisfaction in the way Carmy's mouth fell open as he gasped for breath.

"Touch yourself," he pleaded. "Want to see you."

You squeezed your breast with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other, eyes fixed on Carmy, watching intently once your pussy clenched around him. He pulled hard on the ties, the only sounds that came from him were moans, your name, and 'fuck'.

"Carmy. I think I'm gonna- Oh, my God!" you whined, the sight in front of you enough to make you cum.

He nodded, eager, then planted his feet on the mattress and thrust into you, making you cry with pleasure. He fucked you, prolonging your orgasm until he caught up, growling as he reached his peak, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

You fell on his chest, exhausted, shaking with his heavy breaths and yours.

"I'll untie you in a second," you mumbled, kissing his sweaty skin, gathering strength.

"Mhmm," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his exhale ruffling your hair.

Eventually, you sat up, undoing the knots you had made, soothing Carmy's wrists with kisses, massaging the length of his arms, and whispering 'thank you' and 'you were so good' and 'I love you'.

You settled in bed, his arms around you, feeling safe and at home.