#NOT claire x biscuit

[kekeartzworld]

Comic Dub

Me and my friend cottonfluffaestheticbunbun on Discord done the dub of Biscuit and Claire

My friend voiced Biscuit while I was Claire

PLEASE NO ONE START THE WHOLE ENCLAIRE VS BISCUIT X CLAIRE DISCOURSE UNDERNEATH THIS VIDEO

I see Biscuit as a close friend of Claire’s and I like to think that Claire sees Engel as an old brother figure

There’s not enough proof to confirm if either ship is canon so please don’t argue

[xelphinanyxalis]

New Chapters from "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤....? (𝚁𝙴𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴)" that I forgot to update often.

Part 2.

Chapter 12 | A Magician's Show

Chapter 13 | Reflections Of Altered Light

Chapter 14 | Miss Yukoto

Chapter 15 | Tea party!

Lost Chapter

Halloween Chapter

Chapter 16 | A Big Sister's Mistake...

[izzamoonlight]

Does anyone have any idea what this ship's name is called? :°

[etherealising]

chapter five | we keep this love in a photograph

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pairing: carmen berzatto x f!reader | f!reader x the bear crew | male!oc x f!reader | carmy x claire | carmy x wingwoman!sydney |

summary: as plans are set in motion and renovations move forward, carmy finds himself entangled with the thought of you.

warning(s): guilt | grief | language | mentions of death | mentions of suicide | substance abuse | recovering addict | idiots in love | self-sabotage | insinuation of sex | semi-edited | please let me know if i missed anything

wc: 7.1k

It was 4 am, and the heat from your oven warmed the kitchen. The biscuits lined up nicely on the cooling rack, You hadn’t given much thought to the task at hand, too busy trying to remove yourself from the guilt-ridden thoughts that plagued your mind most nights.

Peach juice coated your hands, the rhythmic act of peeling them helped you to silence the foreboding thoughts fighting their way to the forefront of your brain.

The handwritten recipe card was placed strategically out of the way to not get ruined while you worked around the kitchen. You were no chef that much was obvious, but your mom taught you the art of cooking from a very young age. Instilled in you a sense of independence.

Standing in your kitchen as the night began its metamorphosis into day, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the role your mom played in your life. As a single parent, your mom was adamant about you knowing how to live life without having to depend on the goodwill of others. And even when the Berzattos entered your life, she made sure that you were never too comfortable.

You were allowed to spend as much time with the family as your heart desired, your mom wanted you to understand and enjoy human connection. But she’d always make sure you knew how easy it was for a person to walk out of your life. She liked to remind you that you couldn’t control other people’s actions, and just because you were important to someone today, didn’t mean those same feelings would transcend into tomorrow. To take a little, but never too much, to allow a certain level of comfort but always remember your role in other people’s lives is never as important as you may think.

All the peeled peaches sat atop the cutting board, awaiting the moment they would be pitted and cut into symmetrical slices.

Parents, either unknowingly or not, pass down their own beliefs and ideas to their children. Children who were essentially sponges waiting to soak up whatever knowledge and information was thrown their way. You knew this first hand, your mom’s need for independence is the same flaw that now afflicted you even into adulthood.

The independence that was so far from what you craved growing up, so drilled into you by your mother, that you instead hid behind your dependency on the Berzatto family.

That same need for independence that you had finally given in to and had almost killed you five months ago.

While your mom saw her life lessons as a teaching moment to never overstay your welcome. You easily disregarded it growing up, how could she not expect you to live in your vulnerability, to depend on people she had so easily allowed to love you and take up space in your life?

You didn’t blame your mom for allowing you to know the Berzattos but you blamed her for the part of you that would always remember her words. Always make you second guess if your actions affected people the way theirs did you.

Her words once again made an appearance when Carmy first distanced himself from you and finally made a permanent home in your head when Mikey passed away.

A shrill beep alerted you, the oven was ready. The peaches are pristinely cut, along with the previously made peach simple syrup both awaiting use.

Gingerly adding all the ingredients to your Dutch oven, you placed the lilac pot into the oven before beginning to clean up the mess you made.

You knew your mom did her best raising you with the hand she was dealt. Your father, a shadow you’d never know. Her own life experiences an excuse to protect you from the world, from yourself.

As her health deteriorated, you watched your mom's outlook on life become less skewed. But what good would that do you? The little girl you once were absorbed her constant message and stored it in the back of your mind for safekeeping, awaiting the day such a pessimistic ideal system might one day be put to use.

The timer on your oven was ticking down, the hoard of minutes left until the peach cobbler was done brought on a feeling of despair. Watching the timer dwindle minute after minute felt like a metaphor for your life at the moment.

Time was running out, and maybe that wasn’t true but you sure as hell did feel that way. The time you had left to confess your shortcomings to Richie quickly passed by. The expiration date for whatever the fuck was going on between you and Carmy fastly approaching.

You couldn’t allow these things to continue festering in your life. The weight of them exhausting you, you couldn’t keep pushing on like everything was okay like nothing had changed between any of you.

Choices you made inadvertently affected them just as much as they affected you. You didn’t want this wall between you and them anymore, and even if the wall was nonexistent to them; it was very much real to you.

You would figure things out, you had to. There was no time like the present to commit yourself to fixing the lives you had messed up.

It was easy though walking through life as if you hadn’t ruined anyone else’s. It was almost like you hadn’t, if they weren’t privy to your vices, was there any point in coming clean? Any point in apologizing to them?

Those thoughts were wrong and you knew it. You had to admit your wrongdoings to yourself, to understand why the people you loved the most in life were deserving of an apology, because if you didn’t you would constantly spend the rest of your days justifying why your actions were okay.

Justifying the fact that because you didn’t mean to overdose, that made everything you did okay. That, because you were just going through a mentally tough time in your life, turning to stimulants to aid your grief, was fine. That you were trying to forget for all the right reasons.

Reality was though, there was no right reason for the choices you had been making this whole time. And that was something you still had to come to terms with.

Closing your eyes, your head fell back, face pointed towards the kitchen ceiling. A tired sigh escaped your lips, the exhaustion of recovery taking its toll on you. Tired of standing in the kitchen and being berated by your mind you decided to begin outlining the exposè you were hoping to write on The Bear.

Busying your mind was the easiest option right now, too much unnecessary thinking put you back into the mindset that got you into this mess. Silencing any unwanted thoughts was no longer an option for you, but focusing on something else was proving to work for the time being.

You had made a colossal mistake. Who did you think you were to bring people who cooked for a living a sweet and savory cobbler? That wasn’t your initial plan when you couldn’t sleep this morning and decided to bake. But after removing the dish from your oven allowing the aromas to swim through the foundation of your house, you couldn’t bring yourself to keep it.

A dish that was introduced to you through your mom and the lineage the both of you carried. A dish that Mikey would always want for, but never expect when you did make it for him. A dish that you had spent countless times baking with Carmy by your side the two of you messing up the recipe more than once.

A dish that you once loved so much, but after your mom's death it always tasted like something was missing. And now baking it for the first time since Mikey’s passing you couldn’t even stomach the sickly sweet smell of it.

Walking through the lot to the back door, you were unsurprised to find it unlocked. Entering, you began walking through the kitchen making your way to the counter to place the pastel Dutch oven, the tote bag with vanilla ice cream you picked up on your way there following quickly after.

You weren’t sure who was already here at this time but thought it’d be a nice thing to do by offering them a bowl of the diabetes-inducing dessert. The chunky knit cardigan you were wearing was relegated to the stool next to you, the kitchen felt unusually warm, or maybe that was just your body's natural reaction to being in the restaurant.

Since Carmy had taken over the joint you couldn’t pretend you knew where anything was located. You knew Carmy to be the type of person to run a tight ship, expecting a certain standard from his co-workers.

Searching through the various storage spaces lining the kitchen, you unconsciously bobbed your head to the music singing through your headphones lost to the angelic voice streaming into your ears.

Locating a stack of clear containers you grabbed them before searching for any utensils to eat with, trying four drawers before finding and pulling out a mix of forks and spoons. Finally making your way back to the counter you began ripping the plastic from the store-bought ice cream.

The noise in the kitchen alerted Carmy, the time on his phone signifying that it must’ve been Syd. Inching toward the kitchen he stopped for a moment to check the monthly timelines that were hanging in the front. Every day was filled with a new task, it would be do or die from here on out to even think about opening in six months.

Making his way into the kitchen he stopped the body taking up space notably not Sydney. Your head bobbed up and down to whatever was playing through your headphones. The quiet hum of your voice easily met his ears in the silent kitchen.

He watched as you raised a spoon into your mouth, confused as to why you were in his kitchen this early in the morning. The closed-off kitchen setup didn’t allow him to see what's taking up your attention.

Quietly maneuvering around to get a better view of you, the sudden thought that this may have been an invasion of privacy quickly crossed his mind. He was moments away from leaving you to your own devices before he spotted the scars painted down your right arm. The deepest one tracing from the top of your tricep to your elbow.

Small cuts littered around the larger one, almost like the smaller ones were put there as accent pieces to the main scar. Carmy couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck happened to you after you left his apartment that night, looking from afar it looked as though someone had gone at you with a broken beer bottle or something.

The movement of your arm drew his attention to the reflection of light off of the tape-like bandage above your elbow. His eyes found two bears he would know fucking anywhere, the amount of times you forced him to watch that movie with you and Mikey drove him fucking insane.

Seeing you in this kitchen reminded him of when you were teenagers. It was hard to come to terms with it but he resented you for working at The Beef, resented Mikey even more for allowing you to. It wasn’t fair to you, the more he thought about it the more he realized a lot of the shit he did and felt wasn’t fair to you when you were both younger.

Carmy made his way around the counter you were working at, stopping in front of you the only thing separating the two of you was the steel slab of metal. He wasn’t sure how to get your attention, not wanting to startle you. Standing there watching you shovel what he now knew to be peach cobbler, the nutmeg and cinnamon aroma delicately caressing his nostrils.

The scent easily transported him back to all the moments the two of you spent in borrowed kitchens making this exact dessert.

You were so caught up in the music blaring through your headphones that you hadn’t realized the presence standing in front of you. You jumped spoon clanging against the table as a tattooed hand reached out for the no longer empty container housing the contents of your homemade cobbler and store-bought ice cream.

“Jesus fuck Carmen!” A hand raised to clutch at your chest, you understood how Tina felt yesterday after you snuck up on her. You quickly pulled the headphones off dropping them onto the counter, “Why the fuck are you sneaking around and shit?”

Carmy stared at you blankly, eyebrows raised before his head nodded toward the bowl he was aiming to grab. You rolled your eyes before nodding, “Sure Carmen, almost give me a heart attack in this shit hole kitchen, oh and while you’re at it don’t forget to try my peach cobbler.”

“Heard.” A small nod was sent your way before he shoveled a spoon full of the dessert into his mouth.

A scoff escaped your lips, you picked up your discarded spoon before taking another bite of the ice cream. The atmosphere between the two of you became awkward real quick, neither of you willing to break the silence, neither of you knowing what to say to break the silence.

“So uh, what’s with the cobbler?” You eyed Carmy surprised he was the first to break the silence, you shrugged distracting yourself by putting the lid back on the Dutch oven to persevere the content's warmth.

“Dunno, couldn’t sleep,” it's not like you were lying to him, but standing in his presence acting as though everything was okay made you feel guilty.

“You uh still bake when you can’t sleep?” The sigh you let out was an indication of how this small talk was the last thing you wanted to be doing.

“Obviously Carmen,” your hand shot out to gesture to the pastel pot between the two of you.

“Right…right.” The drumming of Carmy’s finger’s against the steel caused a slight irritation in you. Nodding you wiped the non-existent grime from your hand on your pants.

“Right, well I need to finish my proposal.” You walked the spoon you’d been using to the dishwashing area before joining Carmy one more time, “I’ll be in the dining area if you need anything.”

“You said uh, that you were writing about Mikey and The Beef.” You nodded, waiting for him to finish his sentence, it didn’t sound like much of a question so you weren’t sure what form of response he was expecting.

The silence stretched around the kitchen, an unwavering stare down between you two filling the air with even more tension. You expected things to be stilted between the two of you, but things felt like they were on a whole other level now.

“Well, this is for everybody,” finger quickly pointing at the treats you bought. “It’s kind of a thank you for letting me be a part of this, even if you guys don’t sign off on the article.”

“No, yeah um awesome.” The blank stare you aimed in Carmy’s direction bordered on disgust, leave it to him to make an awkward situation even more awkward, it sure was a talent of his.

You picked up your tote bag and cardigan before heading to the dining area, hoping there was still a table and chair you could occupy. If working here with Carmen meant every interaction would be like pulling teeth, you’d make sure to ignore him like the plague.

“Is that peach fucking cobbler I smell?” Richie’s voice carried through to the dining area where you had sat staring at your finished outline.

You finished a bit ago but didn’t want to chance running into Carmy while it was still just the two of you here. Hearing Richie’s voice and the slight noise as you slipped your headphones off proved that you were no longer alone with one of your oldest friends.

“Baby! Where’s Baby?” You laughed maneuvering out of your seat to head back into the kitchen, unsurprised to find Richie and the rest of the crew gathered around containers of ice cream and cobbler in their hands.

It seemed too early in the day to attack your tastebuds with such a sweet confection, but it was kind of your fault for bringing it in in the first place. You made your way to Sugar’s side with a small smile on your lips as she ate her portion.

In the month after your release, before your house was ready you stayed with Nat and Pete. Your restless energy was channeled into your mom’s dessert recipes, a way to keep your mind occupied and the only way you knew to thank the two adults who hadn’t given up on you.

Nat constantly made it obvious that she missed the constant sweets you would bake just for her.

The two of you made your way to where everyone else was gathered around, you couldn’t lie seeing the empty pot caused a sigh of relief to leave you. You weren’t sure if you could handle being ridiculed by chefs for your poor-tasting dessert.

“This don’t taste like moms baby, you do somethin’ different this time?” Richie eyed you as he raised the spoon to his mouth, it may have tasted a bit different but that didn’t deter him from finishing his serving.

“Uh yeah, a friend of mine taught me how to make this peach simple syrup. It like helps the biscuits stay moist or something. Chef talk isn’t my strong suit.”

Carmy wasted no time before looking in your direction, he was situated across from you, and no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t remember ever teaching you how to make a peach simple syrup. He watched as Marcus began talking your ear off about the dessert, the two of you falling into quiet conversation as you found a connection in sweet confectionery.

It was hard to watch as you so easily integrated yourself into the crew, Syd raptly listening to yours and Marcus’ conversation as if you were some award-winning chef and not just some journalist who knew how to bake. As he stood there watching everyone in the kitchen, he couldn’t pinpoint why his thoughts surrounding you seemed so bitter, he didn’t hate you, didn’t think he ever could.

But as he focused on you more, he realized that you were a part of Mikey he never really got to know. Of course, you were Carmy’s best friend but when things between the two of you fizzled out, Mikey’s role in your life became larger, even if you were separated by states and time zones.

Carmy knew he didn’t hate you, but it was hard for him to look at you and not see the relationship he wanted with his brother. He didn’t blame you, but he resented the way it seemed so easy for Mikey to love you, to be open with you.

Catching your eye he nodded his head in the direction of the dining area curious to hear about this article you were thinking about writing and maybe learning more about how it all connected back to Mikey and The Beef.

He made his way to exit the kitchen assuming you would be following behind him. Carmy stopped before turning around, he couldn’t make this decision by himself or at least that was his excuse as he called for Sugar and Sydney to join the two of you. It was probably all for nothing though as he knew the two women were already on board.

The four of you took seats at the table, the arrangement was oddly reminiscent of the meeting yesterday, this conversation taking place at the same table. You sat lonely on one side of the table while the other three occupied the other side.

You glanced down at your laptop in front of you realizing it might be better to join the others, the graphics would have been all for nothing if they couldn’t see them. Quickly grabbing your laptop you wandered over to the three individuals before plopping it in front of them on the table, you walked to grab the closest chair scooting it next to Carmy. You were too worried about the response to your proposal to be worried about being in such close contact with Carmy.

Sitting down you tried not to let the brush of Carmy’s leg against yours bother you, adjusting yourself in your seat before clearing your throat.

“Uhh, I made a PowerPoint,” the time you spent hiding from Carmy this morning allotted you the opportunity to do so. “It’s pretty self-explanatory, but I’ll walk you through it.”

You began clicking through the slides, the nervousness you were feeling earlier taking a backseat as you so easily settled into your element. Time flew by as you grew more passionate about the article with each slide going into even more depth than the information in the presentation did.

“The reach this article will have might just be the difference in The Bear’s success or the lot of us paying back a loan in 18 months.” The smile on your face was enough to show how excited you were at the prospect of being able to go forth with your project.

“Or you know, the food might actually play a part in The Bear’s success,” you looked in Sydney’s direction, confidence shot before noticing the small uptick at the corner of her lips.

You nodded a small chuckle leaving your lips, “I guess the food might play a part.”

Two smiles directed towards you helped to make you feel infinitely better about the whole situation, you were doing your best to disregard the figure sitting next to you. Not doing a very good job as his leg continued to brush against yours which felt like every millisecond, you didn’t want to assume he was doing it on purpose but it did disrupt your focus while explaining your presentation.

“I think it’s a great idea. We’re going to need the exposure,” your eyes shot to Nat as she began speaking. “I mean, there’s really no cons to going through with this.” The encouraging smile Nat sent you reciprocated on your lips.

When nobody spoke up Syd began nodding along, “Yeah, I-I think it’s a great idea, though my opinion may be a little biased.” Her words drifted off into a soft mumble as she realized her previous reading of your work may have influenced her answer.

The two women’s agreement seemed like all you needed, no sign of Carmy itching to chime in. The lull in conversation created an opportunity for everyone to take their respective leave and work on their tasks for the day. You gathered your laptop in your hands and moved the chair you were using back to its original spot.

Making your way to your bag and cardigan you began putting your laptop away and making sure all your belongings were in there so you didn’t leave any valuables behind. You tried to ignore the presence that stayed in the room with you, not in any mood to deal with Carmy’s hot and cold attitude.

“Why is this article so important to you?” Carmy hadn’t said a word doing your entire explanation. It would've been easy to believe he wasn’t in the room if it wasn’t for his warm leg constantly pressing against yours. His arms crossed over his chest, it was hard to pretend you didn’t know what was hiding under the knit crew neck he was wearing.

You found his eyes, the exhaustion in them a mirror to your own. For a minute it was easy to imagine the two of you were teenagers again, the urge to find a seat next to him again and pour your heart out scratching at the back of your mind.

“Can I be honest with you?” You took a glance in Carmy’s direction watching as he relaxed his arms almost like he was opening himself up to whatever you had to get off your chest.

“I uh,” a sardonic chuckle passed through your lips. “I told Mikey I’d write about him one day and…and by the time I finally made it far enough into my career he…he left us.” Carmy’s face didn’t give much away about his feelings making it a little easier to continue your train of thought.

“It's just something I need to do I guess,” you shrugged your shoulders as you faced Carmy once more. The want to be near him won over, taking a few steps to the middle of the table before leaning against it, the once large gap between the two of you now lessened.

“He uh, called me that night. I was at a screening for a friend’s documentary so I just let the call go to voicemail. Texted him after that I’d call him in the morning.” It was weird, Natalie had seen you at your lowest and you had yet to tell her the whole story behind the infamous voicemail that kept you up that night. But standing here with Carmy at this moment gave you a sense of safety you had been lacking.

“I remember waking up in the middle of the night with so many missed calls from Nat and Richie, your mom even called me once,” a humorless laugh escaped your lips, the confidence you had earlier to tell this story dwindling with each word.

“I finally answered Sug’s next call and I remember before she even said anything, I felt like this ache in my chest.” Your hand had subconsciously moved to your chest pressing against it as though you were trying to relieve a bout of heartburn. “And I just…I could feel that something was wrong and you know my first thought was you, tha-that something happened and we never got a chance to fix us.”

“But then Sugar lets out this heart-wrenching sob, like this bone-chilling cry that just like freezes your blood and I’m sitting there listening to her cry and then I’m crying and I don’t even know why yet. And it feels like…like we’ve been on the phone for hours just crying with each other before Pete calms her down enough,” the shakiness not only evident in your voice but your hand that was still resting on the table by your hip. “And it's silent for a moment but I know, the moment the first syllable passes her lips it's like I lose all of my senses and I’m just sitting up in bed, numb to what she’s saying. And it can’t be real, you know because Mikey just called me only a couple of hours ago.”

“As soon as I’m off the phone with Nat I immediately call Richie, and the first thing he says to me is ‘Baby I’m sorry’ he apologizes to me like his best friend that he probably spent his whole day with didn’t just blow his brains out.” The lump in your throat was begging to be free, something you wouldn’t allow to happen. “And Richie is sitting there fucking consoling me because I’m too goddamn selfish to take one fucking breath and make sure he is okay.”

You finally meet Carmy’s eyes again, waterline wet with the tears you won’t allow to fall. “I guess I say all of this to say I owe this article to Mikey, maybe if I had just picked up the fucking phone he’d still be here with us.”

Carmy has no idea how to respond to anything you’d just told him at a loss for words as he allows your emotions to sink into him. He gently reaches his hand out, not knowing if a comforting touch would help, but wanting to do his best to let you know he was there with you. The two of you sat in each other’s presence, the weight of your confession weighing heavy in the room. Carmy knows nothing he says will change anything, it won’t bring Mikey back and it won’t lessen your grief, so for a while, he doesn’t, the two of you sit there connected by your hands.

“Uh, I’m not sure how much Sug told you, but there are these Al-Anon meetings for uh family members of addicts and I’ve been going for a while now,” he gave your hand a small squeeze to make sure you were still listening. “It helps to understand what Mikey was going through.”

You looked down at the man below you, a blank look on your face. You gave him a soft smile as your thumb caressed his knuckles, “Yeah I uh I’ll look into it.” You had wanted to laugh, the irony of the situation not lost on you but you appreciated the help Carmy was trying to offer.

The approaching footsteps easily forced you back to your side of the table, quickly occupying yourself to look busy so you wouldn’t have to explain why you were alone with Carmy. You listened quietly as he and Syd began conversing about something that was none of your business.

“I’m just gonna hang around here before I’ve gotta be at work if that’s cool with you guys?” You looked at the two chefs more so telling rather than asking but still wanting to be polite.

Syd nodded “The more hands the better I guess.” You sent a small smile in her direction before heading to the door hoping to make yourself useful and occupy your mind from the guilty thoughts.

Avoiding Carmy’s eyes as you not going unnoticed by him, though neither of you expected the conversation to take the turn it did. He was relieved that you still felt comfortable enough with him to have a conversation of that nature.

Sydney was doing her best to focus on the chaos menu with Carmy. But with it being the first time in a space so personal to him, she couldn’t help but take in the small details around his apartment that gave a look into who he was.

It was surprising to her really, the whole apartment was bare, lackluster of any interpersonal items besides Carmy’s belongings that one would expect to see. Syd tried not to come across as nosy, or too interested in the small things her eyes did catch onto, but it was hard.

Like the group picture stuck to his fridge with a random cheap banana magnet that no one ever knew they had but it just appeared in their kitchen one day. Or the aesthetic-looking knife set that Syd would equate to something a suburban mom might have in her kitchen and not the gritty anxiety-riddled chef she was cooking with.

What really prickled her curiosity though, was a picture of the two of you strategically placed above the stove. Syd was awarded a glance as Carmy removed his closet from the oven, she couldn’t tell how recent it was from the few seconds she saw it, but it did make her question what Carmy’s idea of an ‘old acquaintance’ was.

It was probably her third pass by the stove before she was finally able to take in a clear understanding of the Polaroid. She would admit she was surprised, the content of the picture far from anything she would ever equate to Carmen Berzatto.

It was of you and Carmy. The two of you were lying next to each other, whether on a bed or the floor, Sydney couldn’t tell. One of your arms was raised, presumably holding the camera in your hand. Even though the moment was captured in time, Syd could feel the intimacy through the photo, almost making her feel too uncomfortable to even be so intrigued by it.

Syd had seen the smile gracing Carmy’s face once or twice in real-time, something he usually kept to himself. He looked happy lying there next to you, like your being there eased him. She focused on you to find you were focusing on him, your head tilted up a little, eyes gleaming full of love.

You looked at Carmy the way Syd’s dad talked about her mom. Like your entire life was destined to be entangled with Carmy’s.

As Sydney focused on the picture once more, she finally noticed the number written on the white space of the Polaroid. Her only assumption that it must’ve been yours.

Her curiosity had finally gotten the best of her. From the way you two interacted, to the Polaroid she was sure she had taken in every detail of , there was history between you and Carmy.

“Hey uh, can I ask you a question?” She moved to sit at the table where Carmy was prepping pasta. She wasn’t sure whether she should beat around the bush or just outright ask her question.

Carmy raised his head, eyes catching hers before giving a slight nod, Syd took a deep breath. She would consider her and Carmy friends, but she didn’t want him to think she was crossing some line. “Uh what’s the deal between you two,” she said your name for clarification, not yet sure if she was allowed to call you by the nickname so many others did, and not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Carmy froze for a minute, but his recovery was so quick if Syd wasn’t paying attention she wouldn’t have caught it. “It’s just uh, you called her an acquaintance, but I don’t think anybody gets those vibes from you two,” she trailed off not wanting to make Carmy feel pressured.

“I mean you have a shrine to her above your stove.” Carmy’s head snapped up to Syd before looking at the picture above his stove, Syd’s soft laugh signifying her quip as a joke.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled along with her, the weight on his shoulder at the idea of talking about you lessening a bit. “She uh, we were best friends growing up, she lived across the street from us.”

Syd nodded her head waiting for any more details, she wasn’t normally one to pry but Carmy’s explanation sounded like such bullshit compared to the way you two acted around each other. “So you guys like never dated or anything?” Syd’s curiosity caused the question to come across as less casual than she hoped.

“No, no. Just friends,” Carmy nodded eyes still on the pasta doing his best to distract his mind from Sydney’s line of questioning.

“Did you ever like, I dunno want more with her?” Carmy stopped eyes finally meeting Syd’s, he stood there for a moment just taking in her question. Although you once admitted your desire for something more with him, he still hadn’t. And he wasn’t sure if now in his kitchen with Sydney was the right time or place to do it.

But Syd didn’t need him to verbally answer, the look in his eyes told her more than what she had even asked. The two of them were only speaking about you and the longing in Carmy’s soft blue eyes was enough for Sydney to feel like she interrupted a sudden declaration of love.

Sydney cleared her throat, averting her eyes not at all meaning to get into anything too personal. Just a bit curious about the nature of the relationship between you two. “So any ideas on how to make this chaos menu…thoughtful?”

Carmy was grateful for Syd’s diversion of topics. If she had picked up on the tension between the two of you, he was sure the rest of the crew had. And if that meant everyone was privy to the unfinished history between the two of you then neither of you were as sly as you thought.

You lost Hayden somewhere between first entering the store and him wandering off for his necessities. You didn’t mind though, he was nice enough to offer you a ride home and stop by the store as the two of you brainstormed about your respective dinners for the night.

Wandering around on your own in a store you had never been to probably wasn’t the smartest decision you made. Case in point is the fact that you were standing in the alcoholic beverage section trying to fight the urge to peruse through the variety and pick your favorite form of poison.

The sound of your name caught your attention, eyes shooting to Hayden’s impeccably dressed form. You’d be the first to admit maturity had done him good, the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up to show off his toned forearms. The top three buttons were undone, his chest giving a preview of what he had to offer.

His lips wrapped around your name again, a slight frown to his brows. He looked around the aisle before his eyes landed back on you with a small smile decorating his lips, “You okay?” You watched as he checked you over, the action irritated you a bit. Was he expecting you to go batshit crazy in the middle of the grocery store and just start hammering away at the countless bottles?

“Fine, just got distracted. I um, I just need some açaí and I’ll be good.” You gave him your best smile hoping it would reassure him, the one he returned ensured just that.

The two of you made your way to the frozen food section, meaningless small talk passing between the two of you.

“I can’t believe you still eat this shit,” you scoffed, quickly grabbing the bag of frozen açaí from the freezer. Closing the door as you made your way back to Hayden the two of you ready to make your leave.

“If I recall, you had no problem eating this in my dorm all those years ago,” the boisterous laugh that escaped Hayden caused a similar one to leave you, neither of you having brought up this topic of conversation since reuniting.

“Had to replenish all that lost stamina somehow,” your eyes widened slightly Hayden’s smirk did nothing to quell the heated feeling spreading through you.

He walked past you, grabbing your hand so you would follow behind him. “What’s got you quiet all of a sudden?” You knew he was teasing you, the tone in his voice bringing a chuckle out of you.

“Just wasn’t sure how well you remembered our college shenanigans.” The shrug of your shoulders was supposed to feign nonchalance, but the wide grin on your face proved the opposite.

The two of you had lost any rush to leave the grocery store, casually walking around hands entwined together. “To forget a girl like you would be criminal,” you faced Hayden nose scrunching up at his words a laugh bubbling out of your lips.

“Didn’t you get married?” Hayden laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulder as the two of you continued around the store aimlessly just enjoying the company of an old friend.

“You didn’t want me the way I wanted you. Had to move on at some point.” The melancholy tone in his voice caused a feeling of guilt to shoot through your heart. You nodded a sad smile gracing your lips, the squeeze on your shoulder helping to alleviate your remorse.

“Listen, Hayden, I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything,” you sighed as you moved to stand in front of him. “It just wasn’t fair of me to commit to a long-term relationship with you when my heart wasn’t in it.” He nodded a smile sent in your direction.

“No, I uh I appreciate it, wouldn’t have married Marlene if you didn’t set me straight,” you smiled happy there was a bright side to this whole situation. “Probably wouldn’t have divorced her either. Hey, should I send you my lawyer fees or.” Hayden trailed off, grin returning to his face as you laughed swatting at his bicep.

All he saw in his head was you. As dramatic as it sounds it felt like the thought of you was keeping him alive, from the way you had all but disappeared when they opened Mikey’s locker. To the photo above his stove that was seared into his brain. So preoccupied with thoughts of you he had missed the aisle he intended to go down three times.

Finding his destination Carmy made his way down the aisle, stopping as he saw you laughing with a man he didn’t recognize. His mind going back to the conversation he had earlier with Sydney, Carmy did want more with you. He wanted a lot more than what the two of you allowed to transpire all these years.

Carmy wanted a life with you, a life where he was the one making you laugh in the grocery store. Where his apartment wasn’t just filled with a, year old photograph of the two of you, but filled with your presence.

He envisioned a life with you, and he wasn’t sure why he had sabotaged every chance you had given him to make that a reality. Carmy continued his journey through the store, thoughts of you played heavily on his mind. It didn’t matter what he wanted though if he never gained the courage to tell you. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you, but you had made your feelings clear. Tried to reconcile whatever relationship the two of you still had left. And the ball was in his court, had been since your impromptu visit last year.

Even when reunited with the girl he had crushed on once upon a time, you were still at the forefront of his mind. The woman in front of him is a cruel reminder of all the ways he messed up with you.

Carmy’s thoughts ran so wild with you as he entertained Claire’s conversation, that he didn’t think twice before giving her a number that had been left on a Polaroid a year ago and now decorated the space above his stove; but not the contact book in his phone.

a/n: it’s here!!! i think this chapter is pretty tame which is kind of out of character lol. thankful to be done with this chapter so i can explore some ideas i’ve been having! thank you all so much for your love and support! please support me in whatever way feels comfortable!!! 💜

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[alice344]

Guys, here's a new ship!

[rhodeybugg]

Finally got the list together, or at least what I can remember. Here is the list of my oc's/characters that make an appearance sometime in the solver-bound series, for organization and so I can internally keep track of who is who and who im using/need to draw. Feel free to ask questions. I may or may not be able to answer :} Here is its: THE SOLVER-BOUND CAST LIST. {Possibly to be edited later}

The Elliot Family Humans: Sirus - (Elric, Oliver and James’ father) (OC) Estrella -  (Sirus’ wife)  (OC) Elric - (OC) Oliver - (OC) James - Louisa - Tessa - Drones: 

Selune (OC) J V N Cyn Sive (OC) Grimm (OC) Prudence (OC) The Rose Family - Eleanor - (OC) Cedric - (OC) Azariah The Original Blood Tundra Crew - Humans (Higher-ups) Octavius- (OC) Dr. Nettle - (OC)

Zara’s Crew: Alanah - (OC) Singe - (OC) Von- (OC) Zephyr - (OC) Drones: Alice - Nori - Yeva - Isla - (OC) Dima - (Doll’s father, headcanon name) (Company-Created Disassemblers) Denali - (OC) Kovi - (OC) Tryx - (OC) Offspring: Beau (Alice x Denali) Alexei (Yeva x Kovi) Taurus (Nori x Tryx (Artificial core combination, Nori bit him) Myra (Alice x Denali) Aureolian Drones - Serial Designation J - Serial Designation V - Serial Designation N - {Second Team} Serial Deisngation S -(OC) Serial Designation K - (OC) Serial Designation PB - (OC) Heavens Eclipse Drones - (OC)Serafina - Prince - Twobit - Annex - Brittle - Outpost 9 Colony Members: Khan - Agnes - (OC) Doll - Uzi - Thad - Lizzy - Amaranth - (OC) Mazie - (OC) Darren - Rebecca - Braiden - Emily - Sam - Nox (Teacher, headcanon name) - Carmine (Police lady, headcanon name) Offspring:

Claire (Agnes x Khan) Desmarais {Manor V x N} Crumbles (V x N) Biscuit (V x N) Basil (Uzi x Thad) Soto (Uzi x Thad) Beretta (Uzi x Thad) Sear (Uzi x Thad) 

Suriva (Doll x Lizzy) Valentina (Doll x Lizzy) Ren (J x Sive) Hollyn (Darren x Rebecca x Emily) Carmine (Zara x Tessa) Reese (Zara x Tessa, adopted)  Imogen {Cyn's Protégé}

????????DESPINA -“THE THING IN THE DARKNESS” -

[xeyyun]

Question:

Do you ship Vivian x Miller

But if it isn't an issue

Can you tell us your ships of fpe/Kaaatie's other ocs in general?

Thanks! ^^

(i did not see this request until now sorry 👎)

well uuuuuuuuh kinda?? its cute but i dont see it happening

and for the fpe ships i only ship the canon ones cause im boring (abbie x lana, oliver x alice, maybe engel x claire? i dont think it was ever confirmed, just implied) cause i dont really like rarepairs (except for musickitkat.. maybe with miss sasha but idk)

and for kaaaties OC's theres not much to say, i just ship the canon ones (except for one but you'll see later) ghhngnf 💔

just something to say i do NOT like claire x biscuit, that is a fucking ANIMAL you are smooching romantically madam

i think thats all?? i didnt really put alot of thought into this but yea.. bye!!!1!!!!1!111!!1!1!!!2]!1!

[livebloggingworld]

after seeing hamster Claire I am qualified to open the door

It is the game told me so.

HERE HE COMES X)

He did his thing

dork you didn't do anyhting 😭 "Success!😃"

OK YEAH THIS IS DIFFERENT they're all colored after them......Duuuuude time to play character themed carnival games and get Claire POSSESSED again

AH THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME also this cg finally i love ut Wilardo's so chill with this. Actually melancholy

Silly af & I can just see the neurosis in Ahse's eyes growing

This is truly dire. How tf did it already become noon !? Damn I guess the stars took a while to collect despite taking like 3 minutes ingame

Incredibly dire he's at a dating sim crossroads RN

SHES SO SAD AT WILARDO REJECTING THE COOKIES ok tbh i understand her she's like hyperanalyzing his character rn. The fact that he says he doesn't need the biscuits alludes to how he doesn't want to live... . This is so sad

[andizoidart]

Part Three of my UTMV character masterlist:

Soara (takes place of Sans, from a dilapidated AU, an outcode)

Blair (Pygmy manticore metazoan, from the AU hub)

Ubuntu (mummy monster, originally from an UT timeline, then the Companion!AU, currently from the AU hub)

Wishbone!MK (monster kid, from the Wishbone AU)

Wishbone!Alphys (Alphys, from the Wishbone AU)

Dragonfly (Stencil x Firefly shipkid)

Paperplane (Stencil x Firefly shipkid)

Brie (human, from a royal AU)

Grub (alien, from a starship AU)

Bali (alien, from a starship AU)

Zöe (monster, from a starship AU)

Gabby (frog metazoan, from the AU hub)

Seb (bird hybrid monster, from the AU hub)

Chizu (dog hybrid monster, from the AU hub)

Alien (alien, originally from the Companion!AU, now from the AU hub)

Lorkle (alien parasite, belongs to Alien)

Eli Shepherd (witch, from the AU hub)

Claire (bird hybrid monster, from the AU hub)

Hibiscus (Pig monster, from a royal AU)

Barley (monster, originally from an UT timeline, then the Companion!AU, currently from the AU hub)

Maudy (cow metazoan, from the AU hub)

Fink (fennec Fox metazoan, from the AU hub)

Munchy (hyena bear hybrid metazoan, from the AU hub)

Scout (dog metazoan, from the AU hub)

Trooper (dog metazoan, from the AU hub)

Journey (dog metazoan, from the AU hub)

Molten (hybrid monster, from the AU hub)

Toffee (candy based gummy monster, from the AU hub)

Nougat (possum metazoan, from the AU hub)

Juno (African wild dog metazoan, from the AU hub)

MC (ermine metazoan, from the AU hub)

Gryphon (Lion metazoan, from the AU hub)

Marrow (bunny metazoan, from the AU hub)

Moose (werewolf, from the AU hub)

Delta (skeleton, originally from Project Ra Chapter 1.5, now from The Delta System)

Gamma (skeleton, originally from Project Ra chapter 1.5, now from The Delta System)

Cury (monster, from The Delta System)

Ven (hybrid monster, from The Delta System)

Ea (elemental hybrid monster, from The Delta System)

Piter (Alligator hybrid monster, from The Delta System)

Turn (Elk hybrid monster, from The Delta System)

Nept (aquatic monster, from The Delta System)

Yu (monster, from The Delta System)

Ranu (spider hybrid monster, from The Delta System)

Cassiopeia (Earth giant alligator monster, related to The Delta System and The System)

JJ (human, from the Companion!AU)

Casey (human, from the Companion!AU)

Lyza (human, from the Companion!AU)

Bittercress (large demon, from an undisclosed AU)

Rolo (small demon, from an undisclosed AU)

Perennial (large demon, from an undisclosed AU)

Peanut (monster, from the AU hub)

Paloma (Hybrid metazoan, from the AU hub)

Rowland (human, from the AU hub)

Mara (human, from the AU hub)

Biscuit (bunny metazoan, from the AU hub)

Cloud (wallaby metazoan, from the AU hub)

Marney (human, from the AU hub)

MP (human, from the AU hub)

Kit (otter metazoan, from the AU hub)

Lou (monster, from the AU hub)

Petite (monster, from the AU hub)

Iggy’s monster (insect metazoan, from the AU hub)

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[emzeciorrr]

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[thatonesillyducko]

So-- this is my first time participating in a tag game lmao. I'm glad to take a part!! Let's go⭑.ᐟ (Thanks to @captain-gabriel-rorke for the tag!)

ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Three Ships (that I know of): Hesh x Latte (From precious milkteaarttime), Kick x Livi (from Mrs Mopsi) and Logan x Adelheid (from beloved aoioozora) ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|First Ships:Knuckles x Rouge from Sonic X (laughing) xD ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Last Movie: All Quiet on The Western Front and Heeramandi (it's wild--) ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Last Song: LET ME SEE YA MOVE! by Lumi Athena and cade clair (sped up + echo) ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Currently reading: Tbh nothing(I want to start writing and post more art again smh) ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Currently watching: Olympics (LET'S GOO INDIAA) ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Currently eating: nothing ᯓ★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖|Currently craving: Banana, Bournvita biscuits and drinking coffee // 🫂⋆.˚ No pressure tags: Actually, anybody else can join in<3 ilysm guys, love Tumblr♡

9 People You Want to Know Better

Tagged by: @syoddeye and @dragonnarrative-writes ! Thanks y'all 😊💕

Three Ships: GhostGaz (i call them SpookyBois), Poly141 (sorry i love them), Ghoap x Reader,

First Ship: Merlin x Authur (Merlin)

Last Movie: Longlegs

Last Song: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? by Arctic Monkeys

Currently Reading: Nothing but I think I'm going to start up Babel by RF Kuang again! We'll see how that goes though cause I have so many fics I have to catch up on 😅

Currently Watching: The Olympics! Track and field is on right now :D

Currently Eating: Mini Chocolate Chip cookies from Trader Joes :)

Currently Craving: Real sweet and light coffee? Like the kind you make with condensed milk ���

No pressure tags: @forsworned @dozeydaisy @ghastlybirdie @pricegouge @tiggerriot @stuffireadandenjoy @the-californicationist

[avasetocallmyown]

🆆🅴🅴🅺🅴🅽🅳  🆁🅴🅰🅳🆂 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚄𝚜 ↬ 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜

[bee-kathony]

Fraser Memorial | Ch. 6 “Grapefruits” 

Thank you so so much @sassenachwaffles for being my beta for this chapter!

Ch. 1 - Sutures | Ch. 2 - Maybe This Time | Ch. 3 - Movie Date | Ch. 4 - Two Pink Lines | Ch. 5 - Boss’s Boss

2015

I met Jamie Fraser three months ago and of three things I was certain. One: he was the only person that could truly make me laugh when I was having a shitty day. Two: Jamie was as stubborn as a rock when it came to just about anything. And three: I couldn’t live without him.

One day after work, Jamie picked me up and instantly knew that that something was off with me.

“Do ye want to talk about it, Sassenach?” He asked, blocking me from getting into the passenger seat.

I shook my head and said nothing. Sighing, he kissed the top of my head before opening my door for me and I climbed inside, wrapping my arms tightly around myself.

After driving for twenty minutes, I realized we weren’t headed in the direction of either of our houses. “Where are we going?”

“Och, I thought we’d go to the Christmas markets, do a bit of shopping and lookin’ around,” he said with a cautious smile, still wary of my off kilter mood.

“Fine,” I groaned as I looked out the window. I knew I should tell him what was wrong, but I was afraid to bring it up… to pop our perfect bubble.

Jamie was respectful though and kept to himself for the rest of the drive, never once asking me what was wrong, even though I knew it must be killing him. Snow had begun to fall lightly and my shoes made crunching sounds as we walked to the markets. On any other day, I would love this — being here with him, sipping hot chocolate and buying Christmas presents. But not today.

“Are ye hungry, Claire?” Jamie asked, his use of my name caught me off guard.

I looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes, “Not just now,” I smiled weakly, “Maybe later though.”

It was crowded at the markets, and Jamie held my hand tightly as we made our way through the busy sea of people. We turned the corner and started walking towards the Christmas tree maze. It was all so beautiful, but nothing could change my mood, or lift my spirits.

“Want to do the maze, Claire?” Jamie asked.

I nodded, knowing that he brought me here to try and cheer me up. I needed to tell him.

“Jamie,” I pulled on his hand as he started walking away and he turned back to face me.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Looking up into his blue eyes, I suddenly felt nervous and scared at the same time.

“Ye can tell me anything, Sassenach.” Jamie smiled, wrapping both his arms around my waist, and pressed his forehead against mine, creating a safe cocoon.

I took a deep breath, and placed both my hands on his chest. “Today at work, there was a husband and wife that came into the emergency room. They were in a terrible car crash…”

“Mo nighean donn,” Jamie said softly, squeezing my waist and letting me continue.

“And I’ve seen people injured before, obviously,” I sniffed and buried my head into the crook of his neck. “But today… today is the ten year anniversary of my parents death.”

I felt Jamie’s body tense against mine, and he held me tighter.

“How?” He said quietly.

“Car crash,” I felt tears prickle my eyes.

“Why didn’t ye tell me before, Sassenach?” Jamie pulled back and I looked up at him through watery eyes. “I wouldna have brought ye here…” he motioned around to all the people.

“I just didn’t want to burst our happy bubble. Things are going so well,” I gave him my best attempt at a half smile.

“Aye, they are. Do ye trust me, Claire?” Jamie brushed his thumb across my cheek softly, “Do ye trust me wi’ yer heart?”

I avoided looking at his eyes until the last second and when I did, I nearly fell down. His eyes sparkled, filled with tears of his own. “Yes, I do, Jamie.”

“Then trust that I’ll protect it, no matter what.” He smiled warmly, “I want to be there for ye when yer havin’ a bad day. And I want ye to know that whatever pain ye bear, whatever memories that haunt ye… I’ll bear that pain as well.”

Jamie dipped his head, slowly pressing his lips against mine. He tasted salty and I thought that I must taste the same. He held me to him for awhile — it could have been minutes or hours, I lost all sense of time.

I took a deep breath and looked up at him once again, “Thank you.”

“Anythin’ for ye, Sassenach.” Jamie kissed me and then took a look at our surroundings. “I ken ye might no want to be here right now, and I promise to take ye home, but only if…” He raised one brow, “I can make ye laugh.”

“Make me laugh?” I asked, a bit confused.

“Aye, if I can properly make ye laugh, cheer ye up a bit, then we’ll go home and we can bury ourselves under the covers and I’ll not ask anything of ye.” Jamie attempted a wink and that alone nearly had me laughing.

I took a step back and place both hands on my hips, “Alright… give it your best shot, Fraser.”

Bringing his hand to his chin, he squinted, as if thinking of his best jokes. “Aye, I’ve got one… surely ye’ll laugh at this.” He grinned and took on his natural born storyteller stance, “What’s the difference between a nun at prayer and a nun in the bath?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know… what’s the difference?”

“One has hope in her soul, and the other has soap in her hole!” Jamie said, laughing at his own joke. All I did was crack half a smile, giving him a look that read ‘that’s the best you got?’

“Hmmm, a tough wee biscuit are ye?” Jamie hummed.

“I don’t find nuns and their… holes particularly funny.” I grinned and tapped my fingers along my crossed arms. It had actually been a funny joke but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction on the first try.

“Alright… another one then.”

He clapped his hands together, “Sassenach, what’s the difference between a snowman and a snowwoman?”

“Snowballs,” I replied with a smirk and Jamie stared back, his mouth gaping.

“Twas my joke, mo ghraidh… ye stole it!” He laughed. “Okay… one more wee joke. Surely this will get ye rollin’.” Jamie took a step forward, placing his hands on my hips. “Yer about as stubborn as me, Sassenach.”

“No one is as stubborn as you, Jamie,” I rolled my eyes slightly.

“Aye, that may be true. It’s a Fraser thing, ye’ve met my family after all,” he chuckled softly.

“Tell me the joke,” I said, pushing my hand against his chest. I decided that even if it wasn’t funny, I would laugh at this next one. He had promised to take me home if I laughed, and I wanted very badly to be curled up with him in bed.

“How does a hedgehog make love?” Jamie said, all while sliding his hands over my arse, and pressing himself against me.

My breath was coming up short and I looked up at him, “I don’t know, how?”

“Verra…” he kissed my cheek, “carefully.”

I snorted, covering my mouth with my hand and started to actually laugh. “You ridiculous human being.”

“I made ye laugh though, didn’t I, Sassenach?!” Jamie smiled, clearly thrilled with his achievement.

I leaned up on my toes and kissed him soundly, “Yes. You did make me laugh, thank you.”

“Now we can finally go home,” he squeezed my side and started to walk back to the car, but I stayed put. “What?”

“You bring me all the way here, and yet you haven’t even bought me a cup of hot chocolate…” I pursed my lips.

“Och, where are my manners, mo ghraidh. We must see to that at once!” Jamie laughed, then led us in the direction of the nearest warm sugary beverage.

That was the first night I knew… that I would never be able to live without him. That I always needed him by my side, when the days were good and when the days were not so kind. My heart was connected to his by a fragile string, and over time I hoped our bond would grow, become strong and outlast anything that came our way.

Present Day

Shifting in bed, I let out a deep sigh and rolled to my side. At five months pregnant, carrying twins I already felt gigantic and I still had months to go. The doctor said the twins were about the size of grapefruits at this stage and ever since our last ultrasound, Jamie hadn’t stopped referring to them as his ‘wee grapefruits’.

So when Jamie walked in our bedroom, carrying a tray of breakfast, I nearly choked on my own saliva when I saw two grapefruits, sliced and ready to be eaten.

“Jamie!” I said, eyes wide at the fruit in question.

“What is it, Sassenach?” He stammered and looked at me with alarm in his eyes. Quickly he set the tray on the bed and was next to me in a flash. “Is it the bairns?”

“No, it’s not the babies. Jamie…” I looked at the tray, “I can’t eat grapefruits.”

He looked back at me confused, “Is it the fruit? Only a wee joke, mo cridhe.” Jamie smirked, stretching his hand across my belly.

“Well I don’t think it’s so funny to be eating our babies, now is it?”

Jamie gasped, his eyes wide, “Are the bairns makin’ yer head soft, Sassenach? Surely ye dinna think these fruits are actually the babes?”

I opened and then closed my mouth, watching him smirk, his eyes alight with mischief. “No. Of course I don’t. But it’s just… odd, to think of them as fruits and then to see it.” I stared at the tray in front of me.

“Fine, I’ll take the grapefruits back to kitchen and ye’ll no have to see them anymore,” Jamie kissed my forehead and then picked up both fruits, cradling them to his chest. “C’mon wee Tavish, and ye too wee Tavia.”

“Excuse me? What did you just call the grapefruits?” I laughed and Jamie turned back to me, still cradling the fruits.

“Tavish for the lad and Tavia for the lassie,” he said simply. “The names mean ‘twin’… ’tis only somethin’ to call them until we decide on a name.”

“Well you can be sure, my lad, that we will not be calling our children Tavish and Tavia,” I smirked. “I haven’t thought about baby names at all actually.”

Jamie placed the fruits back on the tray and came to sit at my feet, bringing them in his lap. “Do ye have any particular names in mind, Sassenach?” He pushed his thumb into the arch of my feet and made an audible groan.

“Beatrice for a girls name?” I said, “Has a proper British sound to it, I suppose.”

“Aye, it does. But the bairns willna be in England, Sassenach.” Jamie lifted his brows. “What about Malcolm? After one of my middle names…”

“Malcolm Fraser…” I said, sounding it out on my tongue, “A top choice to be sure, and what about a girls name?”

“What about a name of a flower? Ye like all the green stuff, ye ken.” Jamie smiled, continuing to move his fingers against the soles of my feet.

“Lily.” I said, “Lily Fraser?”

“Lilidh, of course.” Jamie said.

“That’s what I said… Lily.”

“Spelled L-i-l-i-d-h. ’Tis the Gaelic spelling.” He smiled.

“Malcolm and Lilidh Fraser,” I said, rubbing my hand over my protruding belly. “Do you two like those names?” Just then I felt a gentle kick from the inside and made a sort of squealing noise, making Jamie jump.

“What?” He moved closer and I grabbed his hand, sliding it over my belly.

“Just wait,” I said. A few moments later, I felt another kick and Jamie looked down at my belly, rubbing it slowly.

“The rascals,” he laughed, “Ye dinna hurt yer mam, ye ken. Ye both be kind to her!” Jamie bent his head, placing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to kiss me.

“If they like the names, then so do I, Sassenach,” leaning his forehead against mine, I brought one hand to cup his cheek.

“Of course, it’s two girls or two boys, we’ll need more options.”

“Aye, I’ve plenty of good strong Scottish names in mind,” Jamie kissed me and then climbed next to me in bed. He lifted my shirt, bringing it over my belly, and ran his hand slowly over it.

“I love ye, Claire. I want to thank ye if I havena already… for carrying our bairns. For being so brave.” He kissed me tenderly.

“It’s my pleasure, Jamie.” I smiled, rubbing my hand against the scruff of his cheek. Jamie shifted against me, so his head rested on top of the bump. Sitting up slightly from the pillows, I lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. Jamie turned his head, his eyes now fixed on my hardened nipples.

“Would it hurt ye if I-“

“No, it wouldn’t… I don’t think.”

With his hands still covering my belly, he lifted his head and placed his mouth over one nipple, sucking on the sensitive nub. “Christ,” I sighed, moaning from the sensitivity.

“Alright?” He asked and I nodded. Treating my other breast with the same affection, he began to suck, and flattened his tongue on my peak. My head rolled to the side and I wound my hand at the nape of his neck, just holding him against me. With our babies growing inside of me, and my husband loving me with his mouth, I sighed happily, completely content… a feeling so unlike anything in all my life.

[masivechaos]

☆ remus lupin masterlist!

masterlist / marauders masterlist / request

❁- fluff ✾- angst

★ YOUNG REMUS LUPIN:

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the five times Remus denied his feelings and the time he finally accepted them everything is in the title ✾❁

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only you, only us ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.8k

Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous ❁

pyjama pants ! - remus lupin x fem! reader | 1.7k

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You ask Remus out on a date but he refuses for a mysterious reason ✾❁

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"i hate everyone" - "except me right?" - "especially you." ❁

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Backyard boy by Claire Rosinkranz ❁

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untitled by the cure ✾

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remus takes care of you when you are drunk ❁

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★ SERIES:

coffee lover ! - remus lupin x gn! reader | 4.7k

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you really are cool ! - wolfstar! parents x nb! bi! reader | 1k

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there's maybe something... ! - wolfstar! parents x he/they! nb! lesbian! reader | 1k

as much as you try to hide your little secret, your dads can read you like an open book ❁

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your friends just cancelled your plans but Remus and Sirius are there for you ✾❁

[filthweb]

HELLO PEOPLE. I CHANGED MY USERNAME SO MAKE SURE TO TAG @satoryouiki

FUCK ME RIGHT HERE

Hi hello how are you. I am hosting an Collab Event. (Closed)

This is an open collab which means anyone can join as long as they are 18+. Your age should be mentioned in your bio.

Theme

Public or semi-public sex. Example, In public washroom, under the dining table, etc. Can be anything like fingering, dirty talk, or even just a blowjob or sex.

If you’re interested, send me an ask or a DM! It’s first come, first serve. Reblog this after you're joining

Fandoms

Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Boku no hero academia, Aot, Bungou stray Dogs, Sk8

INFORMATION.

SFW and NSFW content will be acceptable.

Headcanons, full fics, drabbles, thirsts may be written for this collab.

Only 2 people can choose the same character. But then you must write a different scenario than the first person.

Dark content is welcome but must be tagged accordingly!

The characters have to be post times skip or aged up. WE DO NOT PROMOTE SEXUALIZATION OF MINORS.

Artists and writers can both participate.

The deadline will be on 15th July but I don't mind it it's a bit late.

Please tag me in the finished piece to allow me to add it into the masterlist!

Writers and their work. (In alphabetical order)

►HAIKYUU

♡Atsumu x fem!reader- @chronic-claire-universe

♡ Bokuto x reader - @bubbleteaimagines

��Bokuto x fem!reader- @anime-nymph

♡Daichi x fem!reader- @meiansmistress

♡Hinata x fem!reader- @kurosukii

♡Kageyama x fem!reader @splishsplashyouretrash

♡Kita x fem!reader- @bunbyy

♡Konoha x fem!reader- @ohno-otome

♡Lev x fem!reader- @kurinoot

♡Mattsun x fem!reader- @bokuroskitten

♡ Oikawa x fem!reder- @haikyutiehoe

♡Oikawa x fem!reader- @liaslight

♡Osamu x fem!reader- @half-baked-biscuit

♡Sakusa x fem!reader- @gourmetrat

♡Suna x fem!reader- @kshira

♡Tsukishima x fem!reader- @tetsunormous

♡Ushijima x fem!reader- @rosesandtoshi

♡Yamaguchi x fem!reader- @bokutomessy

►JJK

♡Geto × fem!reader- @d4rkgetou

♡Geto x fem!reader- @severelytalentless

♡ Gojo x fem!reader- @bramblepaw513

♡Gojo x fem!reader- @anyway-idc

♡Nanami x fem!reader- @sebbyzoldyck

♡Sukuna x fem!reader- @tequchiha

♡Toji x fem!reader- @suna-reversed

►BNHA

♡Bakugou x fem!reader- @bakugoskitten

♡Villian!Deku x fem!reader- @yamigooops

►BSD

♡Dazai x fem!reader- @shakespearesdrugdealer

►AOT

♡Eren x fem!reader- @peachycoreroo