#SO important bc i had busy shit going on during the day

[july-19th-club]

not my insomniac ass waking up seventeen times a night in the middle of the workweek once a fucking gain

[wtfsteveharrington]

c l o s e t o y o u | carmen berzatto x reader

we've got so much history baby

description: set months after your breakup, you and carmen navigate what it means to be separated. you're trying to move on but waves always return to the ocean.

warnings: kinda angsty but also hurt/comfort. mutual pining even tho you're both trying to pretend it isn't there. miscommunication. kinda mentions of cheating if you squint but not really. no one has cheated but what to call this vibe irdk so! also mentions of using the bathroom if that bothers you!! it's quick!

smut warnings: oral/fingering reader receiving, spanking, dirty talk, hints of dom!carmy, unprotected sex but backshots for 'safety', sexting, semi public sex, lots of hickies/bruises talk bc carmy's a lil shit, multiple mentions of masturbation for both, reader has a drunk bar make out phase post breakup. reader is afab but no major descriptors used.

word count: almost 9.2k. the longest thing i've written so far!

a/n: dare i say this might be my favorite thing i've written possibly. aiming to make this a three part series but possibly could go longer.... i hope you enjoy <3

maybe you and i were meant to be / maybe i'm crazy

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Carmen’s eyes are trained on you from the second your front door opens. His hands stalled halfway through taking off his jacket, only one shoe clattering across your entryway. 

“Where’ve you been tonight?” 

Which you have no choice but to shoot him a warning glance in response. It was late, you didn’t have the energy for a fight and that’s the complete opposite reason of why you texted him to come over. “I was on a date, Carmen.” 

He physically deflated at your answer. “Oh.”

You can’t meet his eye, can’t risk seeing his reaction. Would he be upset? Indifferent? It’s hard to decide which would be worse.

When you had broken up a few months ago the roles were clear - A case of ‘right person, wrong time’. He was busy, so endlessly busy. Working late into the night and heading in randomly during the morning or afternoon if he was needed. Which he could easily decide he was.

For as long as you could remember Carmen always took Tuesdays off to spend with you and get life in order. That way he had Monday to help the restaurant recover from the weekend and could trust them to handle what was, usually, an easier day. It was a tradition you took seriously and the two of you regularly made plans together every single Tuesday. Date nights, day trips, a mixture of adventures. It didn't matter what you were doing together so long as you had Tuesday to look forward to and help get you through the week.

Yet things started picking up. More celebrity dining requests, more magazine and tv interviews, more, more, more.

And it wasn’t that you misunderstood how important the restaurant was. Far from it. There were many nights where Carmen would come home a ball of anxiety because it took an hour longer than he anticipated and he knew it wasn’t fair to you. There would be a mess of apologies as he barreled in the door, bracing himself for a fight or to see your disappointed face. All of which you happily soothed by repeating constant mantras - The restaurant was his baby; you weren’t upset; take a deep breath; we’re okay. 

Then eventually you stopped saying you weren’t upset, stopped saying you two were okay. Eventually you stopped waiting up for him at all. At first Carmen would shower and climb into bed, confused if he should attempt to hold you or not. Your sleeping (Fine, sometimes you faked being asleep too) frame with your back turned to him. The blankets pulled tight around your body acting like a shield. 

Finally he just started sleeping on the couch. 

So yeah, the fall apart came quick. It was an avalanche neither of you could control nor did either of you want. There was still love between the two of you - But again it’s the right person, wrong time. 

You avoided each other for the following weeks. Carmen threw himself even more into work and you took a week of PTO to go visit one of your friends. He wondered if you were safe, you wondered why none of the people in the bar tasted the way he did. Your friend encouraged you with every sloppy make out conquest but it always ended there. You wanted to get Carmen out of your mind but weren’t ready for him to not be the last person who fully touched you. 

It didn’t work but does it ever?

Carmen watched your Insta far more than he should have. Risking way too many glances down at his phone during his free time to see if there were any updates about how you were doing. As if you’d post photos with long captions that mimicked a therapy session but he didn’t know where else to go. Sydney would report back what your story shows no matter how much Carm insisted he didn’t care. 

Because he didn’t, okay? He was fine. He knew it was for the best. Right? 

And then you posted a photo of yourself in a low cut top laughing in a bookstore. He zoomed in to see what titles you had in your arms as if they were clues and his eyes definitely didn’t linger on the swell of your cleavage. He didn’t think about how many nights he took for granted watching as your back arched up under him and you begged for more. He didn’t think about the way you’d crawl into bed at night and his mind would instantly rid itself of anything but you. He didn’t jack off to memories of you in the shower every morning because thinking about someone else, watching porn of other people, it didn’t feel wrong. No, that wasn’t the case at all. 

You, on the other hand, turned on Google alerts for anything relating to The Bear or Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto. Most of it was just good Yelp! ratings or fluff pieces from the local papers. He wasn’t one for posting on social media, in fact you weren’t sure he used it at all but you still posted like he was, but sometimes you’d find yourself scrolling through Sydney’s feed to see if she was giving you any crumbs. Sometimes, if you were really desperate, you’d find yourself in Richie’s feed even. It was pathetic but you can’t help it. 

One late night you came across an Instagram story post Sydney had up. Carmen leaning against a pinball machine at some gaming bar downtown. His hair was pushed back, eyes crinkled up with laughter. He looked at ease, peaceful. You wondered if anyone there felt the same… Was someone whispering to their friends and trying to build the encouragement up to go talk to him? Would he respond? 

Right, it wasn’t your place to care anymore. Yet you still cried yourself to sleep and yearned for when things felt so much easier. 

Yeah, the breakup wasn’t exactly going well. 

A few weeks ago you came across Carmen at the grocery store of all places. Both of you had gotten so used to doing the shopping Tuesday mornings and, logically, you were both comfortable going to the location just like you had been weekly for months. Your breath caught in your throat and God he looked better than you remembered. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Great sale on gouda this week.” And the only thing your brain could conjure up was, “Well that’s gouda.”

You both stayed silent for a moment before bursting out in laughter. 

Laughter turned to getting lunch around the corner. 

Lunch turned into you straddling Carmen’s waist in the car while parked in the very back corner of the parking lot and riding him until your eyes watered and you couldn’t focus long enough to keep a rhythm. He wrapped his arms, such strong arms, around your waist and fucked up into you for all that he was worth. Trying to prove himself in whatever capacity you allowed. 

If he couldn’t love you like he wanted, he could at least fuck you better than anyone else would.

Once you two broke the seal of seeing each other it was hard to stop. There was almost a forbidden aspect to your relationship now that caused a small thrill to run down your spine every time you saw him late at night. You were pretty sure no one knew you started… Seeing each other again and you were both content keeping it a secret. 

So that’s how you ended up here. Standing across from him at 11 o’clock at night on a random Wednesday. You try not to wonder if he left ‘early’ the second you reached out, instead convincing yourself that it just so happened to work out he was ready to go within minutes of you sending your ‘My place tonight?’ text during this horrific blind date your co-worker set up. 

Jonathan, 6’1, finance major turned CPA for his family’s company. He was… Fine. Just fine. You left on good terms in case you wanted to call on him for back up one lonely night. The problem was no one else was Carmen no matter how hard you tried to look for him in the people that passed by.

And there he stood across from you with hair falling into his face and his eyes looking up at you like you’re crafted from Heaven. A skirt, thin tinted tights, a shirt that exposed just enough skin but not too much. The soft shimmer across your eyelids and glossy lips from the lip balm you’ve been continuously applying since you knew he was on the way. The last time he saw you like this was when you were fighting because Carmen accidentally showed up 15 minutes past when you were supposed to leave for a birthday party at your friend’s house and that night ended with you locking him out of the bedroom while he had to pretend he couldn’t hear you crying in the next room. He really didn’t mean to be late. Sometimes the nights just got taken away from him. 

Carmen hated that you were dressed up for someone else but he pretends you just threw this on for him.

Your arms cross your chest, totally not attempting to push up your breasts, and you let out a sigh while you stare at Carmen. “This has to be the last time.” His face is stoic, a perfect poker face. The last time? Break up or not he couldn’t imagine there being a last time he saw you. Half the time he forgets, still referring to you as his partner while brushing it off and refusing to correct himself. Then there’s times where he comes home to his empty apartment and realizes you weren’t there to light the long forgotten candles on the coffee table or open up the windows to air the place out. 

He closes the space between the two of you and stares at your face. Searching for answers he’s too scared to ask for. Your resolve is breaking, cracking under the weight of having him so close. Beautiful eyes staring at you, the way he smells like the cologne you bought for your last anniversary and clean laundry. If you weren’t so drunk on the sight of him you would have put it together that Carmen kept clean clothes at the Bear to make sure he could change before he came to see you. 

You’re both silent for a moment before there’s two hands wrapping around either side of your neck and Carmen’s dragging you two together for a kiss. God, he couldn’t stand the idea of someone else kissing you. Would they even do it right? Do they know the way you moan when he licks into your mouth or the way you always grab ahold of his wrists when he cups your face? Do they know the way you forget to breathe sometimes when you’re lost in it? He’d have to pull back in order to give you a second to gasp in a rush of air. Does whoever you were with tonight know any of that? 

You pull away from Carmen with a broken out moan, silva connecting your mouths and the faint taste of cigarettes on your tongue from him. Clamping your hands on his shoulders you just faintly push the two of you apart, trying desperately to collect your thoughts. Carmen crying during the break up, sobbing in your bed, living on autopilot for weeks, the way he kisses you like he’s scared it’s the last time anymore because it very well just might be. Everything coming back to you in flashes as he stands before you once again. 

“I called you here for a reason, Carm.” His eyebrow is cocked, eyes flickering down to the bulge in his jeans that started growing the second he kissed you. “Uh - Yeah? Isn’t that what… I thought that’s what we were doing?” Carmen’s leaning in again, letting his lips connect to your neck. Warm kisses being pressed in a path up to just below your ear. “No uh, oh, remember how you let me keep the cast iron?” He hums in response, teeth nipping at your earlobe while broad hands start grabbing at your waist. “Yeah, uh huh, the cast iron skillet.” Fuck the stupid cast iron. He’s much more concerned with hooking fingers in the waistband of your skirt, attempting to pull it down while you’re fighting to stay focused. 

“Well my friends came over the other night and oh Jesus.” He’s licking a strip up your neck now, only half focused on your story. “Carm, please, they were helping me clean up and someone left it soaking in hot water overnight.” That’s finally got him freezing in place, his aroused little sounds quickly turning into a groan of annoyance. “Fuck. That ruined-… I mean, the seasoning has to be ruined. Assuming it rusted?” You nod helpless, fingers dragging along his chest while Carmen stares over your shoulder.

His eye twitches involuntarily. 

There’s a deep sigh coming from his body as he steps around you, finally kicking off his long forgotten second shoe before walking further into the apartment to head towards the kitchen. 

And listen, it wasn’t that you were necessarily concerned so much with the pan. Sure the two of you had purchased it together during the first few weeks of talking. Carmen cooked breakfast with it every Tuesday morning and showed you how to care for this damn pan. It was the closest you two came to owning a pet just… In the form of a nine inch cast iron skillet. You were more curious if he would care. A simple way of testing the waters to see if he just cared about getting laid or still cared about you. The answer should have been obvious but you still had to know.

You follow behind him and wince at the stream of expletives that easily fall from his tongue at the sight of the pan in the sink. It wasn’t horrible but wasn’t ideal. “Y’know, crazy thing is I’m pretty sure I can guess who did this. They kept trying to convince me cast iron wasn’t any different from a standard pan no matter how many times I tried convincing them that just wasn’t the case.” He’s grumbling to himself while crouching down to fish out supplies from under the sink, easily navigating your apartment from memory. The two of you had bounced between your places and talked about moving in together once his lease was up. Going as far as touring a few locations but the conversation was long forgotten once the tensions started building. 

As much as Carmen claims he didn’t see it coming, he resigned his lease almost two weeks before the break up officially happened. 

You hop up onto the counter next to the sink and watch as Carmen gets to work restoring your pan. “Think it's gonna make it through? I can't believe this is how it might end for the poor thing. All because I wanted to make your chicken piccata.” A few of his recipes had stuck with you and sometimes you find yourself making them when you’re missing him extra at night. 

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Just some surface damage s’all.” You watch as the muscles in Carmen’s arm move with the scrubbing motion, your lips itching to kiss over every exposed tattoo. Snap out of it! This is just sex between two consenting adults trying to let off some steam. That’s all. You’re both just comfortable and it would take way too much effort for someone random like Jonathan to learn what you like. 

Carmen catches you staring at him, not that you were being subtle about it, and feels heat blooming in his chest. He grabs one of your kitchen towels and gives the skillet a good pat down before sitting it upside down to dry off. It’s not perfect, not yet at least, but he’s pretty sure he’ll explode if it takes any longer to finally get his hands on you. 

“You look pretty tonight.” He’s coming to stand between your knees, reaching up to you with the hem of your skirt as you hum out a small “Thank you.” It seems like every time you see him lately you forget just how blue his eyes are. So easy to get lost in them especially from this close. Your hands come up to gently trace the features of his face. Just the ghost of a touch but Carmen’s soaking up the affection. He tilts his head in order to press a kiss to your palm. 

His hands are dragging up your thighs, feeling the material of your tights under his touch. “Know how much you hate wearing these.” Your heartbeat is picking up so much it’s making you jittery, hands wrapping around the edge of the countertop to grip it as hard as you can. Keeping yourself steady. “Help me take ‘em off?” You arch your hips up off the counter as an invitation for Carmen. He’s wasting no time grabbing ahold of the waistband and dragging them down your body, groaning to himself as inch by inch your skin gets exposed to him. 

Neither of you miss the way you press your thighs together once they’re freed, hips twitching in anticipation. The tights are getting tossed across your apartment and left to be tomorrow’s problem. Carmen falls to his knees in front of you, letting them dig into the harsh tile of your kitchen while in pursuit of making his mark on you. He’s grabbing ahold of your ankles, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder while the other is brought up to his lips. 

Your eyes fall closed as Carmen starts trailing a string of delicate kisses along the length of your calf. His lips ghosting across your knee until he reaches the fleshy part of your thigh. While your hands finally escape the countertop and find their way laced into Carmen’s hair, he wraps his lips down against your thigh to start sucking a small bruise into your skin. “Carmy,” You hiss out, “What if I see Jonathan again? How am I gonna explain these?” But you’re not pulling his head away, instead doing quite the opposite by keeping his head in place. 

Carmen practically growls against your skin, a low and guttural sound coming from the man. His grip on you tights while he mumbles against you, “Fuck Jonathan.” You scrub your fingers against his scalp as Carmen finds another patch of skin on the opposite thigh to begin sucking a bruise into. His head ducking lower and lower under your skirt, the material finally getting you to pull your hands away from him.

Against all better judgment your thighs fall more open as he works his way down your thighs. There’s a series of small moans and whimpers coming out of you with no control as he reaches the top of your thigh, his nose dragging along the cloth covering your core. “D’you wear these for him? Or did you put them on knowing you’d end up texting me.” It’s impossible to answer when you feel his tongue drag along you, your hips rocking up towards his mouth. He’s bringing his hands up under your skirt now too and grabbing handfuls of where your thighs meet your hips to hold you down in place. 

“They’re purple, aren’t they?” A color Carmen had long ago decided he liked best on you. Something about the way the color compliments your skin… In all honesty, you were pretty sure he had purchased the exact pair you were wearing. You started the night with no intention of your date getting anywhere near your bed but instead being under the frame of the man who was exactly where you wanted him. 

He guides you to scoot you closer towards the edge of the counter, making sure you’re comfortable before mouthing over you once again. Hot, open mouth kisses being pressed almost exactly where you need them. One of his hands comes around your frame to grab a handful of the fleshy part of your ass while the other hooks a finger into your underwear, pulling the material to the side to expose you. 

There’s cool air being blown against your overheated body and your hands fly back to clutch at his back, his neck, the hair that’s exposed from under your skirt. Whatever inch of him you can find is being clung to like a lifeboat. He’s kissing the skin where your thigh meets your center, lips ghosting along the outer side of your folds. It only takes a few more pathetic whimpers before he finally takes pity on you and you feel his tongue go flat at the base of your hole, dragging up long and slow all the way to your clit. 

He groans into your core and the vibrations make you start to lose your mind. “Fuck. Fuck!” Carmen’s got your clit between his lips now, bobbing his head just slightly while he goes right to sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. If you didn’t want to be teased then he’d give you everything you wanted. One of his hands comes up under his chin now, a finger pressing into your tight entrance as his tongue works to lap at your clit, your folds, even dipping into you whenever his finger pulls all the way out.

A second finger slides into you while his attention focuses back to making out with your clit. You can’t keep track of the way he alternates between kissing and licking at you while his fingers push in as deep as he can get them. “So good, Baby.” Baby. It comes out of you by force of habit and it makes him twitch in his boxes. If you weren’t so drunk on him you probably would have started overthinking but he’s making sure your focus is on nothing else but his mouth for now. Carmen’s chin is slick with everything you’re giving him as he eats you out as if he’s a dying man and this is his last source of solace in the world.

“C’mon Honey.” He’s cooing against you, fingers crooked just how he knows you like it. There’s sloppy licks being delivered to your clit as his fingers pump in and out. His hand finally leaves it’s grip on your ass to apply a gentle pressure to the top of your mound, pressing down against the flesh to add yet another sensation. “Can feel how tight you’re getting. You wanna come for me so bad, don’t you? Be good for me.” 

Your hands fist around Carmen’s hair, hips rocking up against him and it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to wash over your body. You seize up at the feeling, thighs clamping around Carmen’s head as he licks you through it. He’s only giving you a moment to recover when you feel his fingers slide out of your sensitive body and he can’t help but go back to licking out the mess you’ve made.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me, Carmen.”

He’s smirking against you but taking the hint. Your thighs shaking as he pulls back from under your skirt, taking a moment to appreciate the handiwork that was the bruises covering your thighs while you take a moment to recover. The way your pussy looks so pretty covered in the mixture of your arousal and his spit. Carmen can’t help himself but to swirl his thumb around your clit, your hips jolting up as you reach out to grab ahold of his wrist. “Need a minute please.” 

Carmen nods and stands up, wasting no time making work of unbuckling his belt. You collect your thoughts well enough to start unbuttoning his jeans for him, letting your fingers linger on his jean clad hardened length. “You, uh -” You won’t meet his eye, opting instead to start pulling his pants down his toned thighs. “You still okay not using a condom?” A roundabout way of saying ‘I’m clean, are you?’. Carmen nods as if it’s the most insane question in the world. Even if he’s not with you anymore, it’s still only you for him for as long as he can see coming. “No one but you.”

You can’t meet his eye, a wave of guilt washing over you concerning your earlier date with Jonanthan that quickly gets pushed away when Carmy grabs ahold of your jaw and brings you in for a haphazard kiss. Mindless, heavenly kissing. The two of you getting lost in the way your tongues know just how to navigate one another while your hand slides into his boxes and begins lazily 

“Gotta fuck you or I’m gonna cum on your hand like a fuckin’ teenager.” You giggle into his mouth but slide yourself off the counter nonetheless. Giving him one more tender kiss before turning around to bend yourself over the counter. It’s not the most gracious process but you’re tugging your shirt over your head on the way down, pitching it somewhere else to deal with later. 

He’s looking at every inch of you. Underwear still pulled to the side, the way the lace of your bra looks against your back. Memorizing every detail he possibly can just in case you wise up and stop letting him come over to defile you like this at night. 

Carmen is dragging the head of his cock through your folds, tapping it against your clit while you whine and rut back against him. The weight of his jeans and belt resting heavy against his ankles and keeping him grounded enough to not spill his load before he even makes it inside of you. You weren’t used to taking him all the time anymore, a thought Carmen can’t dwell on, so he goes inch by inch and gives you time to adjust to the girth of him. He was thicker than anyone you’d been with before and every random hookup together lately reminds you of the first time you felt him stretch you out. 

It burns in the best way possible and he’s so tender while you get adjusted. Waiting until you start fucking yourself against his length to take that as his sign you were finally ready for him. Carmen still starts slow, a teasing pace of pulling himself nearly all the way out before sinking right back in. “Pussy’s like heaven.” It makes you oddly proud to hear him call that out. To know you still have an affect on him after all this time.

“Think about fuckin’ you all the time.” He’s picking up speed now, “Think about how good you feel stretched around me. Such a good slut for me, aren’t you? Bending over and practically begging for it.” His words, once again, make your head spin. It was a common theme with Carmen. Your fingers lace in your own hair, desperate to grab ahold of something. “Always wanting you to fuck me, Carm. Dream about how good you make me feel.” Like you two were meant to fit together perfectly. 

There’s a lewd clapping noise coming from the way your ass smacks against his frame with each deep thrust. Eventually your arms give out, torso falling flat against the shockingly still cool countertop while Carmen fucks into you for all he’s worth. A firm slap is being delivered to your ass that causes you to yelp out, rolling your hips back against him at the same time as an act of encouragement. 

His mind is taken up with how good you feel. You’re perfectly stretched around him and leaking out around his base. So wet, so beautiful, so perfect. There’s a hand sliding up your back until it’s fisting around your hair, gently tugging at it and the new sensation has these pornstar worthy moans escaping you. Your loud and needy brain is completely empty as Carmen destroys you the way he knows how. 

“D’you think about me fucking you while you were sitting across from some asshole all night? Poor little pussy almost got fucked by someone who doesn’t know how to treat it.” His words are so casually spoken with just the right amount of bite that it’s causing your brain to melt. Jonathan didn’t stand a chance of getting within two feet of your panties, just another mindless date in your series of attempted ways to ‘get over Carmen’ which clearly wasn’t going well. He bottoms out in you, every inch of his length pressed as firmly as he can into your core. It’s so much, so full and he’s got you pinned in place. Unable to do anything but be used by him, just how you both know you love to be. “Or did you go just to make me jealous? Put on your slutty little panties and went to dinner knowing you’d text me to come fuck you tonight.” 

He’s grinding his hips into you on the impossible quest to get even deeper. It’s possessive, claiming, and you’d probably even be a little annoyed by his behavior if you were in a better state of mind. For now you’re bent over the counter with bruises blooming all over your thighs and enjoying an odd jealous streak coming from someone who, technically, has no right to be jealous. It’s making you feel dizzy and your heart throb and your pussy clenching around him. “You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me, Carm? ‘Cause if not I’ll call him to finish the job.” 

You liked riling him up. 

Another sharp smack is being dealt to your ass when Carmen starts to pick the pace back up. His hands are tight on your hips and his pace is brutal. There’s grunts coming from behind you that are making your head spin and if you were more coherent you’d be a bit more embarrassed about the drool sliding from the corner of your mouth as your boyfrie-….. Well, as Carmen takes care of you. He’s admiring the bloom of his handprint on your skin, brushing his hand along it before pressing firmly down to help soothe the buzzing sting of pain. 

He wasn’t fucking you as often, didn’t have you nearly as well trained anymore. These bi-weekly meetings are not doing nearly enough for your body. He used to be able to fuck you right through an orgasm and you’d keep going. So used to him working your oversensitive clit to his liking. Now you whine while grabbing his wrist and whimper out pleas for him to give you a few minutes. He hates not knowing your body as well as he used to even if he still knows you pretty damn well.

So when he feels you getting closer, he’s taking note. Keeping his pace exactly the same and letting his hand crash down against the tender flesh of your ass again. “You gonna give me another? C’mon, Honey. Can feel how bad you need it.” And you do. God you need every orgasm you’re lucky enough to get from him. 

Your hips buck and twitch and you let out a series of uncontrolled moans as your orgasm starts to wash over your body. If Carmen wasn’t between your legs then your thighs would have snapped shut while your toes curled and your heart started beating faster. You could practically hear it beating in your own ears. “S’good, so good. Thank you, thank you. Shit, thank you.” A mess but you couldn’t judge yourself. 

Carmen’s pulling out when he’s close after just a few more strokes, frantically jerking off his length to keep the sensation going. You’re rolling your hips back and riding out the waves of your own orgasm, glancing back over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Carmen with his head tossed back and brows knitted together in concentration. “Come on me, Baby. Wanna feel every drip on my skin. Maybe I’ll let you take a picture of it dripping down all the pretty bruises you gave me.” 

That’s all it takes for him to come undone. Warm spurts of cum landing along your back, your thighs, some of it dripping down your folds. The feeling is pulling wanton moans from your mouth that send Carmen into orbit. God, he doesn’t want to come back down to Earth. Collecting his breath and trying to keep himself upright while the aftershocks of his orgasm wrack through his body. How was he supposed to stay away from you when it felt like this? Especially when you just kept calling him baby.

He stopped cumming inside of you since the breakup. It made sense, kinda. But you hated it. Felt like a waste even though you wouldn’t overstep and ask for him to go back to finishing inside of you. He would, by the way. Without a second thought he’d bury himself in until he couldn’t go any further and fuck his cum into you as deep as possible. 

You feel a finger swiping up some of his cum off your backside and soon enough it’s pressed to your lips. Without a second thought you take the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while licking him clean. He wants some of it inside of you one way or another. A subtle way of still putting his claim on you.

The two of you take a moment to recover after Carmen pops his finger out of your mouth. His hands are running a circuit up and down the side of your thighs and torso, still enjoying the view of your body relaxed against the counter in front of him. The tile was starting to become painful as your stomach bent over it but you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet. You didn’t fully trust your legs to support your weight without the counter for support. 

Carmen’s rustling around behind you now. Reaching down to pull up just his boxes but kick his jeans the rest of the way off finally. He’s not ready for the stimulation of such a heavy material against his sensitive skin yet. There’s a clattering from the sink area as he retrieves another towel to get wet for you and a cup to fill with water. Your eyes feel heavy. Mind’s at ease having Carmen around again, not that you’ll admit it, and your body feeling languid after being fucked so well. 

There’s a glass of water being sat in front of you. “Drink.” So you prop yourself up on your elbows and nurse small sips of the water while the cool rag gets to work wiping down your backside from the mess he made. His fingers ghost along the tender flesh of your ass where he was spanking, “Feeling alright?” You hum into the cup, giving him a small waggle of your behind to reassure any concerns he had. 

He gets you cleaned up in silence, letting the both of you enjoy the simple moment. Carmen always prided himself on taking care of you. There’s warm hands, still damp from cleaning you up, rubbing up the sides of your torso before wrapping around the tops of your shoulders. His hips rub along your backside and you just feel so warm, so safe like this. “We gotta get you to bed.”

You just sigh and scrub your hands over your face. A beat of silence passes while you collect your thoughts. “Carm, I don’t think I can stand up.” Your legs are still slightly shaking and your mind has yet to catch up with your body. 

Laughter’s coming from behind you as he delivers a playful swat to your ass. “C’mon I’ll get you there.” This feels so simple. You find yourself questioning why the two of you even broke up to begin with when the good moments were this good. Easy, content, safe. Would you ever be able to find this again? Would he? 

He’s grabbing ahold of your waist while pulling you back into his chest. Your head falls back against his shoulder and Carmen allows his lips to once again find your exposed neck. A series of gentle kisses being placed as his arms snake tighter around your body. “Still feeling okay?” You let out a content hum and allow yourself to be held by him. “Feel better than I have all week. Thank you, Carm.” You feel him smile against your skin as he places another delicate kiss. “Always.”

The two of you stay intertwined until Carmen starts to encourage the shuffle towards your bedroom. He makes sure you get cleaned up and ready for bed. Brings you one of your sleep shirts while you brush your teeth and tries to not overthink when you offer him a toothbrush of his own because you just so happened to have an extra. Gives you privacy when you complain about needing to pee and you find it odd there’s a tug at your chest when he ducked out of the room. Part of you hated being that couple who left the door open or used the restroom while the other showered, yadda yadda. It was a sign of comfort and the door being pulled shut behind Carmen was a sign that comfort was long gone. 

Not that you cared. Totally didn’t care at all. 

He’s going to just tuck you in at first until you’re clutching at his frame and pulling him into bed next to you. Carmen never could say no when it came to you, especially when he feels his back sinking into your soft bed and your warm body curling up along his side. He should go. Get home before it’s too late and try to get some sleep. He’s already planning on getting to work early to avoid having too much free time to think about tonight in detail. 

But his clothes feel so far away and the long day is starting to finally hit him. You can practically hear him thinking over his options and your breathing starts skipping as you feel him begin to pull away. 

“Carmen.” Your grip on his chest tightens and it pulls directly at his heart. Since this whole… Situation started he never stayed the night when your meetings would run this late. Always picking his clothes up out of piles on the floor and mumbling something about needing to get home to get stuff together from work. You never asked him to stay anyway. Neither of you knew if that would make an already weird and complicated situation even worse. 

But tonight was different. 

There were hints of a storm in the distance you start telling yourself. If you focused you could hear thunder, somewhere, out there and you just wanted Carmen safe for his sake. That’s all. So you pathetically cling to him and hope you don’t kick yourself out of embarrassment in the morning. It takes just a moment of him looking down at you to understand what you can’t say and he’s giving you a little nod in response. His arms wrap around your shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of your head. Kissing every inch of you had to be one of his greatest pleasures in life.

“Remind me to season that skillet in the morning.” 

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Carmen, shockingly, sleeps through the night. The warmth of your body next to him coupled with your excellent sleeping experience. A comfortable bed with good pillows, a white noise machine in the corner of your room (the ice maker in the fridge at Carmy’s would constantly go off so you got used to sleeping with background noise to cover it up), it was the best night of rest he’s had in months.

Your sheets smell like home. 

He’s slowly waking up now and his first thought is how much he misses the weight of your breast in his hand. Second thought is how much he needs to pee but damn your bed is comfortable. 

Carmen allows his body to wake up slowly. Stretching his arms out above his head and letting out a satisfied grunt at the feeling of his well rested muscles. Blinking his eyes awake just enough to take in the sight of all the trinkets and items that covered your space. There’s some things he notices that he knows for a fact he purchased you. Bottles of perfume, books you keep telling yourself you need to read, cups you constantly forget to bring back into the kitchen until you’re fully out of them.

Did you keep any of the pictures? Photo strips from Navy Pier and the holiday market at Wrigley Field. Everything from the disposable camera you brought along on road trips and vacations. The polaroids that once littered a cork board in your living room that the two of you added pictures to so often. If he looked around enough would he find them tucked away safely in a box or did you pitch them when you knew the two of you were through. 

Carmen still has one. You took most of them while you packed up your things from his place and refused to let him carry any of the boxes downstairs. So stubborn, so full of hurt pride. He just spent most of the day trying to stand out of your way but always available in case you finally admitted that you needed help. Maybe a small part of him hoped that as you packed up so many memories it would trigger a ‘What are we doing?’ reaction and you’d go running into his arms. 

You never did. 

But you did take one trip down to your car with an overstuffed Ikea bag over your shoulder and balancing a box on your hip. Carmen knew he didn’t have long, and it kind of felt like stealing, but he rushed over to the box you just started packing up and rifles through the photos as fast as he possibly could. It took a moment of digging before there it was. A polaroid photo someone took of the two of you on New Year’s Eve. You’re wearing some cheesy headband and he has those tacky sunglasses on that show off the incoming year on them. His arms are wrapped low around your waist as he stands behind you, one of your hands resting on top of his while the other is reaching up and back to cup his jaw. You’re both grinning and laughing in the photos and nothing bad has happened yet. 

He hears you shuffling back up the stairs so he’s quickly throwing the box back together after sliding the photo into his pocket and rushing back to stand in the kitchen. Acting like nothing was happening. You didn’t even look over at him so it wasn’t like he had to put up much of a show anway.

It’s still safely tucked into his wallet. 

The sound of the front door opening and hushed whispers are finally pulling him from his half asleep, reflective state. It looks like this day is getting started if he wants it to or not. He’s tilting his head to press it into the pillow underneath him, allowing one last deep inhale to remind himself exactly what your scent smells like before forcing his body to be pushed out of your bed.

Carmen turns the corner in just his boxer briefs and you’re not convinced you aren’t still dreaming because fuck he looks good. His hair’s a mess from the combination of you playing with it all night and him sleeping so well. One of his hands is scratching low on his hips while he takes in the sight of you in the kitchen. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be so comfortable walking around your apartment half dressed still but God is this relationship situation getting messier since the day since the two of you reconnected.

“Ordered some breakfast from Yolk. Figured you were hungry and I’m sure you have to run off this morning but I uh-…. I just wanted to make sure you were fed.” You nod to yourself. Giving him an out as you start popping open food boxes. There was just over an hour until you had to get to work too so there were multiple excuses possible for this morning to end as early as it needed to. 

In an odd, roundabout, time to head back to therapy kind of way it almost feels like you’re dating your ex. 

“Yeah.” He nods to himself and desperately wishes he had deodorant, cologne, fuck even Axe body spray. Something to make himself smell better or feel more presentable for you. “Richie actually tried installing fuckin’ bidets to the toilets last night. Kept on running his mouth about how prestigious they are and he, obviously, doesn’t know how to install bidets. So the bathrooms are a little-“ He waves his hands through the air.

“Shitty?” 

Second questionable pun you’ve made lately. Pull it together. 

There’s a breathy little laugh coming out, “Yeah, shitty.” Carmen’s peeking over your shoulder as you plate up breakfast, sneaking a piece of bacon from under your arm before pressing a kiss to the top of your ear. “Thank you for ordering this.” 

You nod and try to pretend you didn’t stop breathing having him so close to you under the soft morning light. 

He leaves $60 tucked under a vase on your dining table to cover breakfast. 

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11:52 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Richie put his foot down and we’re stuck getting the bidets 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: If you’re wondering how my day is going 

12:17 pm

Shockingly my day is much less toilet related. I hope it’s going well. 

4:39 pm 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: I know so much about bathrooms now

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You laugh a little too loud as the alert illuminates your phone. There’s a fond tugging at your heart as the ‘normal’ conversations fills your chat history instead of the short “My place tn” or “I still can’t find my jacket. You have to have it”. Maybe saving him as do not answer seemed too harsh but having his contact show up as a photo of you two cuddled up with the Chicago skyline in the background, an innocent and horrifically cheesy “Baby Boy 💙” contact name modeled after Richie saying you baby him too much one night. Every time it flashed across your screen and Richie saw he gave you guys an endless amount of shit. It became a constant bit that none of you got tired of at the time. 

You were trying to separate yourself from your past with him as much as possible at first but now those lines just keep getting more and more blurred. 

One of your coworkers grabs your attention away from your phone thus leaving Carmen’s message on read. He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him as he gets to work prepping for tonight’s service. Who wants to talk about bathrooms with their… Fuck buddy? Ex? God that’s still so weird to say. 

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Your mind was haunted by thoughts of Carmen Berzatto all day. 

No matter how many busy tasks you assigned yourself he always seemed to creep back in. You’d look around for him when a joke landed well at work and the group you were with erupted into laughter. Could easily picture his head thrown back as he scrubs over his face in an attempt to muffle the sound. When you were standing alone your mind wandered off to the way he treated you last night. So claiming. Expertly working your body the way only he could after so much time of getting to know it. 

The bed feels so much 

You throw the blanket away from your frame and watch as it bundles up beside you. Is this crazy? It feels crazy. You shake out the nerves, fluffing up your shorts and primping yourself for the photo. It takes one, two, seven pictures to get just the right angle. An image of your thighs against the bedding and your oversized sleep shorts bunched up all the way down your legs. Taking a deep breath you steel your spine and pull up Carmen’s contact.

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11:28 pm 

Headed to bed 

ONE IMAGE ATTACHED

11:29 pm 

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Fuck.

11:31 pm

Goodnight Carmen <3

2:12 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Can’t stop thinking about you 

ONE VIDEO ATTACHED

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The sun is warm against your skin as it slowly wakes you up. There’s an air purifier rattling in the corner that acts half as white noise while you sleep, half to soak up the smells of Chicago. Sometimes when Carmen’s especially exhausted you have to bring out the big boy and ask your Google home to play sleep sounds to mask him snoring all night. You typically didn’t mind the sound, knowing it’s a sign of just how badly he needed a good night’s rest. 

You’re fishing your phone out of the comforter in a haste to click off the horrific sound of the alarm and your eyes are barely open when you see the alert. A preview image popping up and you can just barely a blurry image of - “Holy fuck!” 

Your free hand flies up to clamp over your mouth as a mix of gasps and ‘no fucking way’ come out of you with zero control. With shaking hands you open up the video, half tempted to pinch yourself with a video of Carmen fills your screen. His hand rubbing over the bulge in his boxers and there’s a mess of shaky breathing coming from behind the phone. You can’t get the volume turned all the way up fast enough and you’re terrified to miss a single sound. 

And there he is. 

Fishing his cock out of his boxers and stroking himself for you. Illuminated by the lamp on his bedside table and his hand over lubricated to mimic how wet you get for him. He’s a mess of filthy moans, bucking hips, are you dreaming? 

The combination of the sun beating in and the way this video is making your body go hot is too much. You’re overheating, kicking the blankets away from you while your hand goes into your shorts on instinct. Toying with your clit even though you don’t have much time to spare as you watch Carmen get off for you.

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8:04 am

HEART REACTED TO A VIDEO

Mine tonight?

Fuck you sound so good

Wish I would have been there to clean you up

Say my name more next time please

How am I supposed to go to work now 

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No response. You aren’t surprised, he’s typically busy in the morning. 

So you go along your day and let yourself enjoy the thought of Carmen coming back over tonight to take care of you. You had thought letting him back in was a risky move but things seemed fine so far. Settling into the new version of what normal was going to look like. Maybe things would end up being some version of alright after all. 

A chirp from your phone catches your attention and you’re instantly uninvested in whatever task was at hand. It might be a little pathetic how excited you were but that is besides the point. 

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10:32 am 

[CARMEN]: Busy tonight

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Busy tonight? Go fuck yourself Carmen! 

You waited all morning and THAT’S the response you get? Were the multiple texts too much? Did you come off too clingy? Sure he just stayed the night, was two times in one week where he drew the line? 

So you leave him on read and take away the heart from his video. Change his name back to DO NOT ANSWER and instantly feel the urge to get off tonight leaving your body. Replaced by a subtle anger that only he can bring out of you. 

The workday seems to go by so much quicker as you have this internal argument with yourself and mentally pick a battle with Carmen. Maybe you were silly to think things would… What? Go back to the way they were? No, of course not. 

Ugh!

Carmen who, by the way, truly was slammed. Got stuck hosting an event for an old family friend that he barely knew but was convinced it’d be good for business. He’s overwhelmed by work and anxious with his relationship with you. The breakup was horrific. One of the worst things he’s had to experience so far which certainly says a lot. At the very least - It made sense. This though? Sleeping together, fucking when you have shitty dates and he’s your second choice for the night, taking pictures of dumb things he sees during the day because it made him think of you but never actually sending them, it made zero sense.

If only there was something the two of you could do to figure this whole mess out. 

But alas.

You bring home a salad that’s far healthier than anything you’ve eaten all week accompanied by some fresh pressed green juice nonsense you lie to yourself and mentally say is delicious. The boy detox starts now. 

The shower you take that night must last an hour. Every inch of your body gets scrubbed, your face and hair both get a mixture of treatments and masks. You primp and polish yourself up and convince yourself that this is all for you and not so you look better than ever and Carmen will have to regret his stupid and shitty ‘Busy tonight’ text because you were also just like so, so busy and -

Fuck Carmen Berzatto. 

You decide you could go the rest of your life without hearing from him and be just fine. It was his loss. You’re funny, beautiful, and excellent in the bedroom. There’s thousands of people out there dreaming about finding someone like you!

This internal argument keeps going. And you know what’s annoying? The second you fling yourself into bed you realize he left his scent all over your sheets still. It hasn’t gone away - Cologne mixed with Carmen. And you 100% aren’t hunting out the scent nor are you hunting out a reason to stay annoyed with him. Not at all. So you get back out of bed and grab the fabric freshener to spray your sheets back down with, giving it a minute to dry before falling face first into the mattress with an annoyed huff. 

So yeah, fuck him. You hope you never hear from him again and toss your phone on the other side of the bed. Forcing your eyes shut and making your mind go blank because otherwise you’ll stew all night thus continuing this Carmen induced spiral. 

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1:47 am

[DO NOT ANSWER]: Hey

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Fuck.

[khaoala]

Lore request number 1847389291 (sorry I've been asking so much lmao new som som trying my best to catch up) what happened at firsts graduation I saw that hug and that kt almost didn't go but no details help? Pls?

anon, first of all, feel free to send fk lore questions whenever you like. i'll try to give as much context as i can, and people also add things in, and it's a blast, i love when these come in.

second of all, i'm so very glad you're making me talk about first's graduation. it's probably one of my favorite firstkhao moments.

first's graduation (he has a bachelor's degree in cyber business management and graduated with honors, he's that guy) happened on december 15, 2021, so two weeks after the announcement of the eclipse during gmmtv 2022. this event is what we (or at least i do) like to call "the event that inspired the plot of our skyy 2 x the eclipse" because it's basically what happened 😏😏

as you can imagine, graduating is a very important moment and in thailand they do this thing a lot of holding fan gatherings when an artist graduates and many of their friends come to congratulate them too (like when earth, firstkhao and arm went to mix's graduation last year).

first had a lot people over to see him. besides his family members, ofc, first's favorite bruda (tay tawan) attended, gawin, ciize, louis, love, nanon and many many others.

but khaotung, being the rascal that he is, told first that something came up and that he wouldn't be able to attend first's graduation which made first properly sulky. i'm not even kidding. they were all using masks ofc because 2021, covid, all that shit, but we know mr. kanaphan to have amazingly expressive eyes and baby boy looked so sad and pouty because his best friend said he wouldn't attend (tumblr doesn't let me post more than one video, but i'll link you to the videos and the graduation tag so you can check out his contained tantrum in the end of this post).

at some point when ciize (who is the founder of this fandom, may i add, since when they were just a ghostship, she was already in the trenches) approached first, and he was talking in the phone with khaotung and first offered her the phone and she asked "what did you do to make him so angry, khaotung?!"

ofc khaotung was just joking and ofc he wouldn't miss his best friend's graduation. he showed up and i kid you not, it was like first's sunny disposition came back to him in a blink. ofc, he was still annoyed bc khaotung fooled him and there were many instances where it looked like he was going to hit khaotung, but khaotung knows his baby bestie and stayed by his side all the time. there were a few moments when first would be talking to other people but his hand would stay around khaotung (there's one particular video of them talking to what i believe is one of the staff, and while first's eyes are on them, he keeps caressing khaotung's back absentmindedly because the next thing we assume happens is that first scolded khaotung - again - for pranking him).

khaotung was having a blast that day playing around with first. and first was also trying to look nonchalant at some point which was so adorable. you know how in the end of our skyy 2, after ayan's surprise to akk and how he says, "i told you i loved seeing you get pranked. when you make an angry face, you look so… (cute)". that is firstkhaotung during first's graduation.

you can search the tag #FirstkpGraduation on twitter where you'll find many more videos and pictures and here's the links to some of my favorite videos since i can't post them here:

[ link one ] [ link two ] [ link three ] [ link four ] [ link five ] [ link six ]

[thebearer]

hi e! back again with more carmy shit because i love the way you did my little blurb justice 🥰. i literally just envisioned sydney minding her own business and just recklessly placing carmy in the hot seat cause she knew his ass was gon get it 😂. i’m all in for more dom!carmy so i’d love to keep the idea going that his s/o works for/with/alongside him at the bear with a touch of her giving him her two cents? a little bit of sass to just remind who he’s dealing with 😩. maybe this time around he slipped up on something major (a birthday, anniversary, or something that overall was important to the reader and he put it off because in his mind the bear comes first). she’s been slowly driving him crazy with that silent treatment she’s been doing for the last few days and her less than a few syllabled words when he doesn’t remind her how irked he made her 😂; she’s not mad anymore just disappointed. and anyway basically in a prep for preordered to go’s on lunch rush he’s reading back orders to her and she completely writes him off. i can see him being like exactly how he when he’s not getting when he needs from his staff during a frenzy and flipping tf out. like you know when he repeats himself a second time as if you didn’t hear him the first he means it 😂. tysm in advance! please feel free to do whatever you’d like. i’m writing this at 6 in the morning so many ideas are coming into the fold. i hope you have a great day - 🥣.

ok i did sorta a different-ish take. same idea but i don't write the reader as a chef bc quite honestly i can't relate lmao i'm a horrendous cook lol. but silent treatment yes!! reader works at the bear but not a chef.

"Does anyone know where the extra napkins are? Mindy needs to be settin' tables." Carmen huffed, slamming the empty crate back in the back stock.

"That would be your missus' domain." Richie snickers, elbowing Fak lightly. "Guess you better go ask her, Cousin."

"Yeah? Fuck off. Thought it was your fuckin' job." Carmen grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Me? Fuck no, Cousin. You know who's job it is, c'mon." Richie grinned. "It's your wife, Carm. What? Scared to talk to your wife?"

Carmen sneered, huffing in annoyance, but the truth was... yes, he was a little scared. Especially with how furious you were at him. Carmen was a chronic over worker, barely taking time for himself. It was a constant fight between the two of you, one he'd gotten better at, but still struggled finding that balance. Which normally, you'd be more forgiving about.

Except it was your anniversary.

Carmen left you waiting at home, dressed up with a new lingerie set that he painfully didn't get to enjoy. By the time he got off, taking his time to clean the kitchen, prep for tomorrow's crowd, he looked at his phone and saw your texts and calls, his heart dropping.

You'd been giving him the cold shoulder since then, furious and hurt- or so he assumed, you wouldn't say anything.

Richie found the entire thing hilarious when Carmen told him. "You forgot your fuckin' anniversary? You jagoff, holy shit."

Carmen found it less than amusing. The tension in the restaurant was thick because of the two of you. Everyone teetering around you, but especially Carmen, he was more on edge now.

Pushing the door open to the office, Carmen ducked his head in, seeing you at his desk- your desk, technically, you used it more. "Hey, honey," Carmen's voice was soft, a sweet hum that had your spine straightening. He flinched lightly, stepping towards you. "D'you know where the extra napkins are?"

You didn't reply, simply typing on your laptop, editing a video for the social media page about the upcoming summer specials.

Carmen blinked, barking out your name in a much harsher than he meant to, but it seemed to work. Kinda. Your head whipped around, eyes in a burning glare when they met his, but your lips were still pressed together.

Carmen through his hands out in exasperation. "Are you bein' fuckin' serious with me?"

Richie made his way towards the table where Tina was doing prep, craning his neck to watch. Your lips twisted, glaring harshly at Carmen. Carmen huffed, a hand running over his forehead. "What do you want from me, huh? What? You're just never gonna speak to me again? I forgot, ok? I didn't mean to, I just fuckin' forgot! I was at work!"

You glared at him, feeling Richie's amused gaze from over Carmen's shoulder, the rest of the staff pretending to be busy to hear. "Shut the door." You snapped.

Carmen flinched, shocked. "What-"

"Shut the fuckin' door, now." You snapped, slamming your laptop, turning to face him. Carmen pressed the door shut, ignoring Richie's whines of "c'mon, Cousin, it was just gettin' good!".

The two of you stared, neither being the first to talk, not wanting to break. You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "You wanted to talk, talk, Carmen. I've got shit to do."

"Hey," Carmen's eyes flashed at you, his tone hard with an edge of warning. "You better watch your-"

"-No, you better watch your mouth with me. Watch what you say to me, Berzatto." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "This isn't a fuckin' game, alright? I'm mad at you. Actually fuckin' mad at you."

Carmen's stomach turned, swallowing the guilt rising with the bile in his throat. "I... I'm sorry-"

"-Sorry isn't going to work this time, Carmen. It's always sorry. Always I didn't fuckin' mean to, I got busy." You snapped, arms wrapping over your torso. "You always do this, but our anniversary? You forgot our anniversary?"

"No, I didn't forget." Carmen ran a hand down his face. "I got you flowers and-and the bracelet-"

"-And that was very nice, Carmen, but you weren't there." You snapped, the finality in his tone making his rebuttal dissolve in his mouth. The hurt in your eyes, rounding and pitiful, soft and pleading with him. You were angry, but you were hurt, too.

His shoulders deflated, breath leaving his lungs. "You're right," Carmen nodded slowly. "No, you're-you're right, and-and-and I'm... Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." Carmen said sincerely, eyes shining with sincerity. "I... I got caught up and I-I shouldn't have even been working that day, I just..."

"I know." You muttered, looking down at the desk, a framed picture of the two of you in Copenhagen at your wedding ceremony. Carmen in his suit, you in your dress, happy and smiling with the breathtaking scenery behind you.

Carmen could feel the guilt growing in his chest, palms sweating and heart racing, the panic to fix it- to do something. "How much longer do you have?" Carmen asked, nodding towards your laptop.

"Just a few more things to edit." You looked at your paused work. "Why?"

"Let me... Let me make it right." Carmen sighed, shaking hands fumbling towards his apron.

"Carmen, you can't leave-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I can." Carmen nodded, pulling the door out and calling for Sydney. "Can you cover tonight, Chef?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can." Sydney nodded.

"I got it too, Cousin-" Carmen shut the door before he could hear Richie's full comment, sure something smart ass would be included.

"Let's go out." Carmen looked at you. "A make up. Please?"

You folded your arms, pouting lightly. "'m not dressed for going out."

"What're you talkin' about? You look beautiful, c'mon." Carmen shook his head lightly at you, shoving his clothes into his bag, pulling out his spare.

You tried not to drool at the sight of his chest. You'd missed him, you really had. It was a shame the lingerie went to waste.

Carmen pulled you out of the restaurant, hand on your waist, holding you close to his side. It wasn't the fancy reservations you'd planned, no Michelin star restaurants with expensive wine. No, instead, he took you to some a rooftop restaurant, one with the vibey aesthetic you always cooed at on Instagram. Sitting and sharing pretzels and greasy food, snuggled into Carmen's side while he ordered dessert. Giggling when he fed you the brownie sundae, tilting your head back with his fingers cradling your jaw lightly. It was simple, romantic, and fun. Made your heart swell, clinging to him the whole way home.

And when you got home? Carmen was in heaven. Letting you show him what he missed a few days earlier.

[yunazxxx]

‘Wildflower’ - ‘ 01 : Tonight I Might

≫ cw ; nothing jst fluff, some heartbreak mention, some of megan's past, etc maybe?

≫ wc ; 1.6k

≫ an ; italic are flashbacks , i/n = irrelevant name , and not proofread as much bc i needed to hurry-

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it was storming and thundering outside during a late night in the city of los angelas, california. in the dark streets you'd see people trying to get home from work, or get to work or groups of dumb teenagers, or maybe just a pair of best friends doing stupid shit together?

while the city lights were shining bright, you could see a car with purple lights under while the headlights were on, speeding down the street. inside you'll see the best friends, daniela and megan. they just got off of work and wanted to feel free outside of their normal scheduled work.

daniela was behind the wheel, drving her car, while megan blasted music through her speakers, it'll make anyone wonder, "why were they out?" and, "what made them so excited, especially to this extent.

if you'd ask them, they may give you different answers each time, but the truth was that they could finally spend time together without it being so limited. their personalities clashed perfectly with each other, almost to the point where you'd believe they were the same person.

daniela parked her car, in fron of some well lit building, they went to the arcade megan had been wanting to go to for the longest time. daniela shut off her car, taking her keys while megan was already out, making her way toward the building.

due to how hard it was raining, the girls had to run inside to prevent from getting soaked, which didn't save them much, once they got inside their hair was dripping like they had just got out of the shower. they were just laughing once they got inside, going to the bathroom in hopes they could dry their hair before playing any games.

this was a day they both needed, something that megan neede for sure. just two months before this, megan's ex had broken up with her for someone who they swore to megan that she'd never have to worry about. -

when megan found out, it basically broke her into pieces. that person who megan dated she had known for the most important years of her life, they were dating for a while three years when they just texted saying they wanted it to end.

megan was understanding, of course, they both were extremely busy, her with work while her ex with school, so she was under the impression that they might get back together once their lives slowed down, but that didn't happen.

megan was still in the ex's close friends on instagram, and saw the stories she'd post with a new partner. at first megan assumed it was a friend so she closed out the app and went on about her day until a mutual friend of theirs texted asking if she knew.

megan was confused when she saw the text, only replying with a question mark, and the friend sent a screenshot from megan's ex partner's chats with them. as megan read through these messages her heart slowly broke into a million pieces, you see, it had only been a week since they ended their relationship, so how did they already have someone else?

megan would ask them throughout the relationship, "i/n, is there anyone else?" and her ex would just shake their head, megan believed them up until now. finding out it was the same friend that would sit in megan's face and smile, play fake with her in general.

megan put out a facade though, that it never bothered her but in reality, she couldn't even eat, sleep, drink anything, really nothing. she never told any of the members about this, but daniela wuld soon find out one night while they were hanging out.

the girls normally did a phone swap, and they did just that today. megan forgot to close out her notes and daniela eded up seeing them, megan vented out how terrible she felt ever since finding out about that. daniela read through it before asking megan about it, the younger girl panicked, trying to explain it differently knowing that once daniela was started, she wouldn't stop.

daniela was different ths time though, she was more calm than normally. "tell me, what happened?" daniela asked, holdng her hands and her voice was soft, kind of nuturing vibe to it. megan took a deep breath and explained the situaion, daniela nodding along and helping her talk about it.

"i just, didn't want to be a burden" she said soflty, while her voice broke and daniela pulled the ginger's head into her chest, "shh, listen to me, okay?" and megan nodded, daniela played in her hair while she reassured the younger.

"all it did was make us worry more, you know?" and megan nodded, "just, don't tell them yet?" megan asked, lifting her head up and looking daniela in her face. "i won't, i promise" the blonde replied with a reassuring smile, "thank you" -

soon they finished drying their hair, and they ran out of the bathroom, running to find a game they could play. they found a driving game, and it peaked both of their interests. daniela ran off to get the game cards while megan looked around for other things for them to do.

she remebered the mall not to far away, so she was thinking they could do that after they finishd here. daniela came back with their cards, charging hers first, and letting megan play it out. it was a two player, so daniela got in the other seat an the two raced against each other.

all you could hear was cheers from megan everytime she won, daniela congradulating her while also playfully sabotaging her next win. it was a fun and competetive game after all, loser had to pay for whatever the other wanted inside of the mall.

the game ran for 5 rounds, megan winning the most. after the game, she had a little celebration before running to the next game with daniela. from just one look at the girls, you might've thought they were high off of something, ask them what you'll just recieve the answer that they’re high off of life.

after they played the games, daniela returned the cards, megan and daniela then went outside. it was raining much harder now, so they had to book it to daniela's and she sped home so they could change their clothes.

it wasn't like what they had on was a problem, they were just soaked. daniela's baggy pants felt much heavier now, so she had to hold them while running inside of the house behind megan. daniela ran upstairs while megan pulled of her drenched shirt once she made it inside.

the pair made a lot of noise, grabbing the attention of the other girls, "daniela!" sophia yelled when she saw the soaking girl running to her room, then seeing a shirtless megan coming up. "oh my god!" you could hear lara yell once megan walked inside of the room.

megan's hair was dripping all over the floor while she tried finding different clothes, the other girls wer genuienly confued why they were rusing like this, there was really no rush. "dani, why are ou rushing?" manon asked, turning over seeing daniela rummaging trough her coset, "we made a bet and i need to hurry"

manon frrowd her eyebrows, "what kind of bet was it now?" she asked, and daniela sighed, "winner gets to drive back" and manon's mouth made an "oh" shape, "and its MY car" daniela said while she slipped into a new outfit.

she ran out of her room, seeing that megan wasn't out yet, and she ran down putting a new pair of shoes on. megan came out and sighed because she lost, "that's not fair! lara stopped me!" she said, tying her shoes.

"manon stopped me too and i finshed before you" she said, teasing her younger member. "ughhh" megan gabbed their umbrellas and they went back outside, "well, at least you're paying" megan said and laughed, daniela mocked her, "at least you're paying, what if i left my wallet in my room?" and megan's eyes widened.

daniela laughed and began to drive off, making her way the mall. finally the pair made it, and tey did some shopping but everything they actually wanted wasn't availble so they made their way to the movie theater and saw a movie.

they kept their phones on silent, as per the directions, for that entire hour, almost two. finally the movie was over so the pair got ready to go home. the drive home was more calm compared to the rest of their night, megan was dozing off inside of the car.

daniela had more calming songs on, playing through her rnb playlist. once they made it home the rain had stopped for the most part and they made their way inside, lara and maon were downstairs, holding each other.

daniela and megan made a playfully disgusted face at the couple, "get a room!" megan said before walking up to her own room. daniela sat her stuff down and laid on the other couch, "you're not gonna go up yet?" lara asked, some worry in her voice because of how tired daniela looked.

"i am, just not... like" and daniela fell asleep on the couch manon and lara laughed at how fast she fell asleep and lara decided to stay down with daniela, allowing manon to sleep in her bed to keep watch on megan for the night. not like the girls needed it, but megan hated waking up in the room by herself, and daniela wouldn't want to get up after sleeping, so they made that agreement.

[kalethemonster]

my american trans siblings, you will be under a fascist government once january rolls around. that fact is fucking terrifying. even for me as an aussie. (though your politics heavily affect us also bc all social media algorithms treat anyone posting in english as american)

take your time to mourn your freedom. you're losing sooo fucking much and it breaks my heart. the next two months you have left should be used for networking with irl trans people and preparing yourself mentally. let yourself morn but for fucks sake stay alive.

every day you exist is an act of resistance against those who wish you never existed in the first place.

so, how can you keep yourself existing?

irl? go back to 80's queer social policy. dont ask, dont tell. but definately use ways of signing to other queer people that you are one. with irl community, do your best to keep eachother afloat and help where you can. if you grow food, share it out. if you have a vacant room, add someone who needs a place to your household (ground rules and house rules important obvi). if you gotta go back in the closet do so, if you're already transitioning medically do your best to stock up on hrt during the next two months. your irl community is the best resource you have, so networking to find them while you an still do so freely in the next two months is critical.

social media is a tad more complicated so i'll break it down by site/company.

twitter: archive any important past posts you have made via screenshots and then just fucking nuke your account, delete all posts you have made individually to make sure and the delete the acc. elongated muskrat is the annoying orange's biggest financial supporter. he will turn over any and all info he government may request about trans and queer users. if you ever needed any more reasons to dump twitter thab the ones you have already had, take this one.

meta: in terms of facebook, if you still need it for family, archive posts abt being trans via screenshots, and delete said posts. if they were posted by supportive familiy members then get them to delete what they have posted of your identity for safety reasons, then only use for family you can only reach through it. for instagram and threads private any accounts you have that has your personal information attached other than ones for personal businesses. if you need public account access for reaching out,, make an account with only your first name listed, fill it with aesthetic shit or meme posts so it isn't easily linked to you as a person.

as far as i know with bluesky, more or less post as usual but stilll protect your personal information. first name and pronouns only. do not include location markers.

redit, hold all personal info verry close to your heat, give nothing away, have like 50 burners, you dont need karma.

youtube, if you only use it for viewing, use as normal. if you upload, do your best to not show ANY recognisable outdoor landmarks, keep personal info tight, and donot get into anything political. if you can take a hiatus that would be even better.

tumblr: post as normal minus locational and government info.

common thread here is do not reveal any personal shit at all and do your best to conceal what is already posted. back to 90s rules for most sites. unfortunately tech-literate bigots finding your info is a possibility and so you want to withhold as much as you can to avoid being located and identified.

general ruled (both irl and online):

you are dealing with fascists. anything out of line they will actively try to snuff out. if anyone st all tries to get you to talk about ANYTHING REMOTE POLITICAL in any form of public space, SHUT THE FUCK UP. completely shut it down with "i dont talk about politics" or "i dont like politics". yes it's the pussy's answer to get out of shit, but being a pussy in the presence of violent fascists keeps you alive. if they try to talk about palastine, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about trans people, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about abortion, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about disability/meantal health. from new years onwards, you will treat any person in the US who tried to talk about any of that shit in public that isn't doing it for the sake of protest as a narc. you will only properly discuss it behind closed doors with trusted family, comunity and allies.

as of new years day, it is the job of all allies in the us to basically be human shields for not only queer communities, but disabled, migrant, and any form of non-white communities too. if you are cis, white, able bodied, and have been an american citizen from birth, and happen to be a decent person, you are the ones who gotta protect those who cant protect themselves or cant leave the country. yes even if you're queer. if you are a white cis queer person, you can hide your sexuality for 4 years. most trans and intersex people cannot hide their gender or traits.

to recap: for the next two months, mourn your freedom, connect with your local queer comunity. do not share any personal info anywhere online unless you have a buisness, and then keep said info to the bare minimum. if people try to talk to you in public, shut the fuck up. allies and white cis lgb must protect those who cant run or hide.

the next four years are gonna be hell. but just know that of it seems no one has your back, this trans man all the way in australia has your back. love from me, my cousin, and my wonderfully supportive mother. stay sane, aqy safe, stay together.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃EXO as roommates❃

a/n: I know most people are here for the svt posts but it’s been a while since I have done an exo one. I literally just pre-ordered D.O.’s albums; I am already delusional as is without getting new do kyungsoo content :’)

Anyway, bc of having lived in a studio apartment complex, I well aware that nothing breaks or makes living in student housing more than roommates. CURSE YOU BONGO DUDE I AM STILL NOT OVER YOU WAKING ME UP AT MIDNIGHT WITH YOUR LACK OF RHYTHM.

Xiumin/Minseok: 7/10

✾ He would nag the entire time that the house is not clean enough and that you left your shit lying around. Whoever said that student housing tends to be messy has not met Xiumin.

✾ He has been cleaning ever since he moved in and will not stop until he has moved out. Xiumin will scold you when you try to help him out as you are ‘not cleaning right’, whatever that means. Fortunately, that means he will rarely ask you to help him with the chores so you still get to enjoy a clean house without having to put the effort in.

✾ Honestly, his healthy lifestyle choices kind of motivate you to do better. He will definitely take you with him to the gym when you let it drop that you might be interested in getting in shape. Free gym coach, basically.

✾ He organizes roommate days weekly where the two of you spend planned time together because he believes that roommates should become/be friends.

Suho/Junmyeon: 9/10

✾ He will adopt you as one of his children. The moment you step foot in your shared housing, he has accepted that he has yet another child to take care of and no, you can’t convince him otherwise.

✾ He takes care of you and makes you feel right at home; he is the definition of the mom friend. Are you having trouble making new friends? He will introduce you to his. Have you been too busy studying and forgotten to eat? He will drop by the grocery store.

✾ The only downside to roommate Suho is that he can be overbearing and slightly judgy. You will hear “I am not mad, just disappointed” a lot when you, for instance, decide to go to out with your friends during finals. Apparently, that is irresponsible.

✾ Did you really move out of your parent’s home, or did you just replace your parents with Suho?

Baekhyun: -10000/10

✾ He drives you absolutely insane and makes you regret moving in with him. Nobody is safe from his teasing and antics and you are stuck with it until the lease is up.

✾ He convinces you to divide the chores through games that he somehow always ends up winning. He has not done any chores since he moved in and he somehow keeps convincing you that this is the fairest way to determine who has to do the dishes.

✾ Boundaries, what boundaries? Locked doors will not keep him out. He will definitely throw himself on your bed telling you all about the drama of people you do not know when you are trying to study for an important test in the quiet solitude of your room. If you’re home, he will not leave you alone.

✾ Always spontaneously invites people over and forgets to text you about it. At this point, all his friends have seen you in your comfy but definitely not fashionable clothes.

Chen/Jongdae: -1000000000000/10

✾ He. Is. So. Loud.

✾ The walls are way too thin to live with him. You can always hear him before you even see him. The type to wake you up in the middle of the night or early in the morning because he has no awareness of how loud he truly is.

✾ It wouldn’t even be such a problem, but bro never shuts up either. If he is not talking, he is constantly singing or humming. Chen truly doesn't have an off button.

✾ Add to the loudness problem that Chen is a morning person. He is so chirpy in the morning, singing a song on top of his lungs whilst he eats his breakfast. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he is the type to try and have full on conversations with you minutes after you’ve woken up, getting offended when your replies are curt.

✾ You had to ban game nights because he gets too competitive, whining so incredibly loudly every time he loses. One time the neighbours filed a noise complaint and he still maintains he wasn’t that loud.

Chanyeol: 8/10

✾ A really fun person to live with if you like a very present roommate. He will constantly ask you to hang out and play games or watch movies because he can’t be alone for five minutes. However, compared to Baekyhun, his energy is a lot more chill.

✾ He will spend a lot of money on random geeky stuff, filling up the entire shared apartment with figurines, posters and that one Halloween costume that definitely was way too expensive. I can see him being the type to have a hallway full of boxes of stuff he ordered online. He has no idea of what actually is in them because he ordered it impulsively so long ago.

✾ Despite you living in student housing, he will make sure the interior looks stunning. He cares way too much about everything matching and will not allow you to place anything in the house without discussing it with him first. You can’t really be mad at it because your place looks like an Ikea showroom.  

✾ Docking points because he will be either playing music or games at night. Trust me, nothing is worse than having someone practice their instrument when you are trying to sleep (Curse you bongo dude). All you can hear is him practising the same guitar riffs over and over again.

D.O./Kyungsoo: 6.5/10

✾ Listen, his cooking is amazing, it would make being his roommate worthwhile. He will always make enough food for the both of you, and if you do not dine together, he will leave his leftovers for you in the fridge to try. He genuinely enjoys cooking for others and is happy to try out new recipes on you.

✾ That being said, living with him is more like calmly co-existing in the same space. He will only talk to you when absolutely necessary and it takes him a long while to really open up to you (if he does at all).

✾ He respects your personal space and wants you to respect his, meaning he won’t go out of his way to spend time together. Being roommates does not automatically mean that you have to be/are friends in his book. If you click, that’s neat, but don’t expect him to invite you over for game nights for the first few months.

✾ He is definitely the passive-aggressive roommate that sends you a text over the smallest of things. Why confront you face-to-face when can send you a 2 AM text telling you to pick up that one sock that fell out of your laundry basket?

Kai/Jongin: 6/10

✾ He is an absolute sweetie, do not get me wrong. With his friendly and bubbly personality, he will try his hardest to become friends with his roommates. He will take every initiative to organize roommate events such as game nights, clubbing, etc.

✾ That being said, do not leave him alone in the kitchen, he will definitely accidentally set it on fire and you will be the one that has to clean up because do we really trust him after that? We have all seen his attempts at cooking, it never fails to be a disaster, so guess who is in charge of cooking from then on.

✾ Who needs matching cups and plates? Not you because he has shattered at least one of each set. Do not get too attached to your worldly possessions because Kai will knock them over or drop them on accident.

✾ He genuinely wants to help out with chores but he is so clumsy you still end up doing most of them. You can’t even be mad at him because, well, it is Kai.

Sehun: 2/10

✾ Is he even your roommate? You have no idea, he rarely helps out with anything. He has been so spoiled that he refuses to lift a finger and at this point, you feel brainwashed because he is getting away with it.

✾ If you are younger than him, he will be paying for everything you guys need, so that is a win. If not, be prepared for your bank account to take a massive hit because “the oldest should pay.”

✾ You guys get a lot of free stuff as Sehun knows to subtly let it drop to his friends, mostly Suho, that you guys direly need something. All of his friends basically function as sugar daddies, and neither of you is complaining about the free toilet paper.

✾ The type of roommate that judges your outfits and comments “Are you really going to wear that?” and leaves you on read when you text him about rent. He can be nice but tends to choose violence every time he wakes up. I hope that you’ve got thick skin.

✾ Despite his snarky comments, you know that he genuinely appreciates and cares for you based on how clingy he is. Good luck going clubbing without him. Your phone will keep buzzing with texts asking you when you will be home because he is too scared to sleep without another person present in the house.

masterlist

[chirpsythismorning]

Was this really necessary?

A lot of fans complained about s4 being too overpacked with unnecessary filler. But I would argue that almost everything was important (yes even the Russia scenes, but that’s another conversation for another day).

Especially when it comes to scenes you thought had no significance at all, it’s entirely possible, and even likely those kinds of scenes hold the most meaning beyond what is presented on the surface.

If you ever found yourself thinking certain wording came off almost hokey or out of place at times, it’s bc they were probably trying to find a creative way to hint at something deeper, completely separate from the moment in the present, and believably, so that fans can overlook it at the time temporarily, only to eventually look back in the future when all is revealed and go holy shit nvm it was right in front of us.

And in scenes that we called pointless filler…

It’s actually genius.

You get people to underestimate you, only for it to be revealed that you gave them all the answers right in front of them. Unfortunately fans were too busy complaining it was pointless to notice.

This sequence in particular comes to mind:

Mind you, this isn’t the first time cow imagery has followed Joyce around. I’ve been focusing on the owl/deer imagery lately. But during that time I was reminded of a few notable cow decor items throughout the Byers and when Joyce is in the frame… Combine that with the pregnant belly comment, combined with the brother and sister watching Joyce, combined with the scene that was directly before this of Will and El as she cries over her Hopper diorama with the song Crib playing…

And in case it went over your head…

[supercantaloupe]

Maybe a bit stupid, but how did you learn how to like cook and manage living on your own (you as in like specific you but I guess it also works for general you in this case)

not stupid at all! it's a lot of skills that take time and practice to learn how to execute and manage and they are not always intuitive for everyone, and i certainly struggle with them myself at times. everyone learns at their own pace and the only ways we can learn are by trying things for ourselves and asking each other for tips. answer going under the cut bc long

[ask meme]

i'll start with cooking, the answer to which is that i have been cooking for practically as long as i can remember, so there was never a specific moment where i Learned How To Cook. instead i was always watching my mom cook in the kitchen growing up, and helping out whenever and however it was appropriate for me to.

now that i'm living in my own apartment alone and don't have anything like a meal plan to help me out, i do find it's a little more challenging to feed myself in a way that's both satisfying and economical with my time and budget. but cooking and eating good food are really important to me so as much as i can i try to prioritize being able to feed myself well with homemade meals, and supplement that with good quality frozen/preprepared meals or meal components (like prechopped veggies).

if i had to give advice to someone who was starting from absolute scratch, i would recommend figuring out what types of foods you like to eat and would like to make yourself, figure out what techniques are required to make those foods, and practice those techniques and specific recipes until you get comfortable to the point of knowing what to do without a recipe guiding you exactly. while i think being able to read and follow a recipe is important, especially for beginners -- and i do think that reading a recipe is a skill that isn't always intuitive -- equally if not more important is developing intuition in the kitchen, which is to say being able to tell when things are ready by sight, smell, sound, feel, and taste, not simply when a timer is up or when a recipe says. and intuition can only be developed through practice. so, pick some things that you want to learn to make and know how you want them to taste in the end. break the cooking process down into its component steps and techniques, which can each be focused on and practiced to improve. then once you're comfortable with the steps, try altering them a bit while you cook, to see what works better or worse, and adjust stuff off-recipe as you like (such as cooking a piece of protein longer so it browns more, cooking vegetables less so they're crunchier, changing the spices in a recipe to something else that sounds tastier). there are a lot of actually good cooking youtube channels out there that i think give practical tips on how to develop kitchen skills which might be useful, and for now i'll just shoutout three that i like: helen rennie, internet shaquille, and adam ragusea.

for my situation, i already knew how to cook pretty well when i left home, but what i needed to learn was how to prepare food i could actually eat and enjoy during and throughout the week around my busy schedule. i'm often at school/work/rehearsal for 12 hour days which means needing to bring two meals with me, if possible things i can heat up but not always, or else find a way to have a warm and healthy meal ready and waiting for me when i get home late and exhausted. i'm not gonna lie, relying on frozen shit from trader joes has been a big crutch for me here. tj's has some pretty good frozen options that you can just pop in the microwave or oven, and for my needs they can help me out a lot. i would say though the two most game changing things for me meal prep wise are two appliances (sorry to have to recommend two pieces of gear one would have to buy to follow my lead): an instant pot and a vacuum sealer. instant pot is a real game changer for me because i can make large quantities of food in it for quicker than they would otherwise cook by conventional means (for example, every weekend i cook a big batch of steel cut oats with apples and i eat that for breakfast all week) that usually reheat well (the types of stuff you generally make in an instant pot, ie wet foods, are also foods that reheat very well!). but i can also use it to slow cook, keep warm, sous vide, and delay cooking -- which means i can throw ingredients in before i leave for school in the morning, and come home at 10pm to a hot cooked meal. i did this last week with both a pot of rice and vegetables, and with a slow cooked chicken curry. so much nicer than having to microwave a potato at 10:30pm! and secondly, a vacuum sealer. this is great for me because it helps solve a problem i have with the instant pot and with meal prep in general, which is that i get really sick of eating the same food more than like, two or three days in a row, but i also hate wasting food. but it's also really hard to cook in portions small enough to feed just myself for one or two meals without having odd amounts of leftover ingredients lying around. with a vacuum sealer, i can portion prepped ingredients or fully cooked meals into individual bags, seal them, and then throw them into the freezer for storage. then at a later date i can pull it out, thaw it, and use it straight away. also, vacuum sealer bags are relatively heat safe -- which means i can stick a sealed vacuum bag of frozen stew into my instant pot, cover it with water, and turn it on to sous vide or slow cook in the morning, and come home in the evening to a hot, homemade, single serve meal! basically, i think finding tools that can do multiple jobs in different applications, and that can be used frequently, and then figuring out how to use them in creative ways to suit your needs is an essential skill to learning how to feed yourself independently. you don't have to go out and buy fancy expensive equipment, find out what you can do with what you already have. and there's a lot you can do with even basic equipment. even a cheap rice cooker can make great meals!

as for the other aspects of living on my own, i think i can safely say i haven't quite figured it all out for myself yet, lol. i find that motivating myself to stay on top of household chores like cleaning and organizing really challenging, between my schedule, my energy levels, and my unspecified neurodivergence/mental illness/evil wizard curses. laundry is a little easier to keep on top of, mostly because i will become very literally limited to what clean clothes i have available left to wear if i don't wash them regularly. same with dishes, though unloading the dishwasher/dishrack is truly a sisyphean task. (i also fucking hate putting away laundry.) but i do find that if i can get into a rhythm with cleaning, it's easier to get more done in sequence than one thing at a time. my productivity is better when i have momentum, and don't let myself sit down or get distracted by another activity until it's done. so if i've put the laundry on, the next thing i can do is load the dishwasher, then clean the counters, then take the trash out, then come back and turn the laundry over, hang my delicates up to dry, run the vacuum through the apartment while they're drying...etc. it's tough. i rarely make it through everything i need to in a week. it's useful for me to group similar tasks. like, if i'm cleaning the toilet in the bathroom, i might as well also clean the shower while i'm at it, and then the bathroom sink, and oh while i'm at it i'll clean the kitchen sink too, and i should take out the bathroom trash with the kitchen trash, etc etc. it helps to have something to listen to while i work, like a podcast or some good music in my headphones. and have a cup of tea to refresh myself between chores.

but, it's hard to keep up with everything. i'm not good at it yet. and my productivity can be severely hampered sometimes when i've set away time in my schedule to dedicate to cooking or cleaning, only to develop a nasty migraine and spend the entire evening lying in the dark waiting for it to subside. if you have friends or family or roommates that leave with or near you, asking them for help or even just for company can go a long way. sometimes just having someone else there or plan to come over can help give me the motivation i need to tidy up.

anyway, if i had any tips for how to keep house (which admittedly i don't have as many as for cooking), i think it would be to figure out what are the barriers preventing you from getting things done, and find ways around them. wear rubber cleaning gloves to wash dishes or scrub the toilet to protect against the icky feeling. put on some headphones or a bluetooth speaker and listen to something nice while you work. find a way to organize things where you'll actually put items back when you're done with them rather than letting them develop clutter. just keep trying, because the work will never stop, but you can hopefully not let it overwhelm you in the future if you keep at it

[happy-tori-friends]

TWITTER MUSINGS - AGAIN

trying to cut back on twt and maybe move musings to here and to bsky... this features one stupid post from bsky too

i need to start posting notices when i update like ppl wanted kjfdjkdfjkf this happened with bw too, i did it and then i started to forget.

some of these may have been confessed to treetownconfessions at the same time. hi i'm nemmy.

Winter

lifty and shifty push their beds together and huddle for warmth during the nights when the heat in their apartment doesnt work. it doesnt help much. when they move in with splendont, they learn that he has a lot of body heat and with the house being heated and them sleeping with one of them on each side of him, their heads on his chest and cuddled close, they have their first comfortable winter night in years. warm. safe. secure. happy.

Sanguine Thoughts

thinking about vampire oneshot 4 halloween and how lifty and shifty eat a lot of meat and makes their blood rich in iron... waht if that makes it extra yummy for splendont + blood drinking seen as an act of intimacy...

i really like vampires.

+ woozy lifty and/or shifty leaning up against splendont after being drinken from, him making them eat afterwards... i have a lot of thoughts...

:)

i wanna write lifty getting comforted and loved by splendont despite all his insecurities and issues.

i would also like to write all that but [REDACTED]

Warrior Cats

my version of lifty and shifty shouldnt have been forced to steal to survive at 11 years old they should have been reading warrior cats like the rest of us autistic kids

lifty and shifty arguing over who gets to be firestar in their warrior cats larping session. shady, watching them, thinks 'who tf is firestar'

they make him read warrior cats to them before bed and one day he says 'yknow boys *i* should be firestar. i'm your dad' and shifty says 'no way, youre too old you can be purdy!' shady, at most 31 (he and jewel had them between 18-20, pretty young): THE OLD GUY?!

in bed that night 'jewel... i'm not as young as i used to be... i'm an elder now...' jewel pats him and says 'its olay honey theyre kids. their perception of being old is different bc theyre young' 'MY BONES ARE ACHING JEWEL... I NEED THE YOUNGINS TO TAKE CARE OF ME AND BRING FOOD AND GET RID OF THE TICKS'

jewel laughs. 'shady, you're taking this larping business to seriously. go to bed.'

they would assign jewel ferncloud btw

Game

had an idea in my head for the htf chatfic involving a video game but then i pivoted to a different video game (cuphead) but i think the original video game was also hard but IDR WHAT IT WAS AND IM ANGRY ABOUT IT unless it was always cuphead and there was no first game

(i still dont remember)

Donut Earirngs

nutty would go wild for those donut earrings in the new moogle event. notoyo matoyo the 27 year old lalafell will be wearing them whether he likes it or not

i have no idea what notoyo looks like but he probably looks silly. nutty created him with love.

Disorganized

shifty has the energy of that kid taht just shoved all their school shit into their backpack. no folders. so naturally he did the same with his very important tranaformation trinket and has to spend forever digging the watch and crystal out while a monster causes mayhem.

Lifty :D

i love you lifty! yay! your my favorite :D *projects onto him and hos brother and gives him A Lot of Issues.*

Animal Crossing

splendont buys the twins animal crissing new horizons alongsuse switches. he asks them about it. lifty has played the game normally. shifty has not paid the first nook miles debt and has focused entirely on making money.

"you know theres more game if you pay the debt, right?" asks splendont

"there's what" shifty replies, astonished

"you didnt notice me doing more with my game?" lifty asks.

shifty did not for he was too focused on making bells

they co op and splendont and lifty try to give each other tours of their islands but shifty keeps hitting them and the villagers with nets or axes.

Back At The BBQ Musings

lifty who hopes to make a good impression at the very first group gathering he's ever really been into vs food gremlin shifty who eats so much meat he passes the fuck out

YouTuber Shifty

*unregistered hypercam 2, the most laggy and low quality footage ever. the Worst mic quality.*

shifty: hey guys welcome back to my channel today i will be playing minecraft.

*five seconds of footage*

shifty: thanks for watching, part 2 if we get 10 ppl in the $500,000 tier on my patreon

when this doesnt work he starts a content farm or a malicious prank channel

Mother 3

i had this thought when i first concepted their backstory bc i had a very brief earthbound + mother 3 phase but splendont and the twins finish earthbound and he tells them that he hasn't played mother 3 but hes heard good things about and they play the fan translation.

'oh huh they're twins. haha lets name the characters after our family!" says lifty, naming lucas after himself, klaus after shifty, hinawa after their dead mom, and flint after their father who was very much impacted by the death of their mother

35 or so hours of gameplay later, the emotional damage levels are out of this fucking world.

The Worst Sims 4 Save (cq for. vague nsfw mentions)

the other day i made splendont and the twins (and splendid) in the sims 4 with wicked whims installed and also plopped down an old shizaya household i made and had shifty go visit them. he stole 3 things, did not not hit it off great with izaya (but found them both attractive) and then proceeded to mess around on their tablet while they got freaky. shizuo THEN proceeded to start a fire on the grill only for shifty to put it out. then he went home.

shifty also liked to kick the trash can when he got angry (i gave him the hot headed trait) and bc lifty and splendont kept getting playful (listen i ran out of ideas - i gave lifty a custom traits that gave him a constant sad moodlet and another negative one so i replaced that with playful and i gave splendont one that made him playful around his loved ones) so they kept fucking playing in the trash. they were also insatiable (to be fair i had it turned on high a while for the hell of it and was constantly running romantic actions to try and fix relationship satisfaction) but god damn. it was basically either flirty, playful (for lifty and splendont), angry (for shifty), or sad (for lifty, though he sometimes got a fine or tense moodlet). i ended up stopping playing the save file bc it was too hard trying to balance two romantic satisfaction bars and making them stop getting freaky to go to work (shifty was unemployed but dont and lifty had jobs) even tho i was using cheats

getting freaky doesnt really help the satisfaction btw and it just interrupted a lot of my flirting actions so having it on high didnt really work the way i was hoping

Shifty's Hobby

splendont: yknow your brother likes to bowl and do mechanical stuff, or just... make things. like cooking or using his hands or being creative. he plays video games too but do you have hobbies? dont say stealing things. shifty: of course i have fucking hobbies! i... play games +

too sometimes! splendont, snorting: anything else? shifty: of course! what do you take me for? i... i... *cut to shifty with his head in his hands and splendont patting his back* splendont: we'll find you something you like doing, i'm sure.

his hobbies are hating splendid, being annoying (especially towards lifty bc. siblings), and causing problems /j

Surgery (from BSKY!!!)

stupid idea that makes like no sense but popped into my head: fliqpy holding a knife with the text caption of 'giving my boyfriend the surgery he needs! (i dont have a medical license ^_^)' in the background, splendid is laying in a bed with a terrified expression

the ^_^ is super necessary bc it makes it feel so much funnier

FFXIV AU Starting Guilds

whats arguably funny about the twins quitting their starting guilds is that

1. the lvl 15 archer quest is when silvaire stops trying to get the wol expelled from the guild and just doesnt want to really show he accepts their skill. shifty still throws a tantrum n breaks the bow and quits.

2. the level 15 pugilist quest is when hamom reveals he isnt as good as he used to be bc hes old and chuchuto asks the wol to help him regain his passion. and then lifty has to awkwardly tell her that this is Not for him.

FFXIV AU: The Office

splendont looking off to the side like theres a camera and he's on the office after having his first echo vision: i miss my boyfriends chat. i miss them a lot.

y'shtola: *thinking* who the hell is he talking to?

*A FEW EXPANSIONS LATER*

splendont, doing the same thing while also dying of light poisoning: i miss my boyfriends chat

(said boyfriends are mad at him for getting light poisoning and off trying to find a cure)

ardbert: ...do you perhaps mean... me?

FFXIV AU: Gravity

ffxiv au lifty tries to calm down his nerves after getting to mare lamentorum by doing a little jump and then spends a good 5 minutes having a crisis bc it does not have low gravity.

FFXIV AU: Balmung

prequel tweet: i have a really stupid ffxiv au joke to make but it hinges specifically on knowledge that balmung is the sex rp world/server and also me making a random excuse for game mechanics via the aetheryte to be plausible in the isekai setting

*ul'dah aetheryte plaza*

lifty: huh... i think you can travel to different worlds with this thing. ...balmung? i'm gonna go there.

*five minutes later, he teleports back in*

lifty, horrified: Do Not Go To Balmung

shifty: lmao loser it can't be that bad.

*another 5 minutes later*

shifty: Do Not Go To Balmung

splendont: i'm sure it's fine. *another five minutes later*

splendont: ah. nope. Do Not Go To Balmung.

bright volcano: ...huh?

shifty: wait. wait hear me out lets go to balmung... Together.

*an hour passes before they return, disheveled*

splendont: balmung's pretty neat actually

lifty: agreed shifty: fr

bright lava: What The Hell Happened In Balmung

splendont: for us to know and you to not.

im from balmung btw im allowed to make this joke.

Bad HTF x FFXIV Tweets Based On Focus Expansions

got accused of assassinating the sultana bc i picked up a cool bottle and then got dragged into fighting dragons and defeating some old ruler guy! hashtag just lifty things!!!

decided to help free this nation from the empire's rule but we fucked up and now we went to free another country from the same empire and somehow a failef assassination attempt on the empire's prince turned into him being obsessed with fighting me! hashtag just shifty things!!!

got called to another dimension in the world im isekai'd into to stop eternal day by killing light monsters and absorbing the light but it was too much for my body and i almost became a giant world destroying light monster and terrified my bfs! hashtag just splendont things!!!

(the realest thing was after it i just tweeted'this is stupid as a reply. bc it is')

FFXIV AU: WORQOR ZORMOR - The Healer Conundrum

OG THREAD + A BONUS: bad ffxiv au: shifty says something snarky and then gets tankbusted (he is Not a tank)

badder idea: shifty says hell no to healer alisae and instead gives lifty a book and a soul crystal and says 'here you heal'

'how tf did you get this' asks everyone. 'stole it how else,' he responds.

cut to lifty panicking bc he doesn't know how to do SHIT.

lifty staring at the fairy 'please help me we are dying'. the fairy is also confused.

pov: your name is shifty. you, your twin brother, and your shared boyfriend have all been isekai'd into the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv. youve been through a lot of shit and now youre on a journey to help someone claim the throne. you need to climb a mountain which is a dungeon. but the only healer in your group is staying behind. his sister, a red mage, offers to heal for you. she has a healing spell and a revival spell in her kit. you get along well, you even consider her a friend, but she always takes the limit break when it's available and you dont really trust her as a healer. you also stole a soul crystal and weapon for a healing class at some point just because, but you think being healer would be lame and your boyfriend is way too cool to be a healer. all things considered your group technically isnt playing by the games rules considering you have two tanks and normally 4 dps and one healer, but youre down a healer. krile is happy as a pictomancer, and you think having two tanks is really funny so wuk lamat is off the hook. that leaves alisae, aka the red mage who offered to heal, and your brother lifty, a machinist. he has never been a healer, let alone a disciple of magic. do you trust alisae or do you force your brother who has really never casted a spell in his life and has no idea how to be a scholar?

FFXIV AU: Bee My Honey

honey b lovely: what? why isn't your heart pounding! why aren't you charmed by me?

lifty, a homosexual: Men

FFXIV AU: G'raha Tia

bad ffxiv au idea. g'raha thinks he has a chance w one of the twins bc he knows splendont is dating one of them but he doesn't know which. what he doesn't know is that its both. its a v poly. hes dating them both. what he ALSO doesnt know is that he has a cute lizard gf in an alternative universe. and in many other universes, other partners. he is beloved.

krile: what's wrong raha?

g'raha: i thought one of the warriors of light was single bc two of them are twins but it turns out theyre both dating the other warrior of light and he's a hinge apparently.

krile: ...you didnt know?

g'raha: .

(THIS IS TOTALLY PROBABLY OOC BY THE WAY DONT TAKE THIS SERIOISLY)

FFXIV AU: Shaaloni

5 seconds after entering shaaloani

shifty: alright pinhead, your time is up!

lifty: im not fucking doing the bit.

erenville: ???

splendont, with all the love and adoration he feels for the two in his eyes: dont question it man, he's just screwing around.

[mekatrio]

my enthusiasm has gradually petered out over the past few days bc i had been so busy + havent been getting enough sleep, but aa2 was a truly amazing experience for me ESPECIALLY the last case, so i still want to dissect my thoughts on it although im not as hyped up as i was right after i finished playing it (i was jumping around and grinning and pacing around my room for hours and shit 😁) i have so many thoughts so im gonna split my review rambling whatever this is into different parts, this one is my thoughts on the first three cases :D

1st case was nothing spectacular.. pretty long for a tutorial level but i guess it was acting as padding for the more dramatic 2nd case.. i guessss. at least it was very funny and not too hard to solve. and it was also trying to be more thorough in teaching the gameplay mechanics during court sessions and making sure players have an idea of what to expect in later cases.. probably... its whatever whatever. at least an amnesic concussion is still the funniest way to reteach a tutorial so im so happy they went with that.

i liked the second case!! i wasnt able to figure out how the clothing box fit into everything until the very end, so i could rly understand wright's panic, bc for a good chunk of the case it really did seem like maya had killed someone. i think this case felt the most 'turnabout' of them all, bc in other cases there were other plausibilities and culprits right from the get-go, but w the way this murder happened in a locked room with (seemingly) only 2 individuals inside, it actually did feel impossible to save maya at first. so it was very satisfying to pick apart the lies and inconsistencies and be able to arrive to the truth. and it was nice to see kurain village, and learn more about the feys in general. and it was nice to see mia again!!! i wasnt sure if she would be coming back or not. mia and maya's reunion at the end of the case was super touching, bc one of the saddest moments in aa1 to me was during the 4th case when maya couldnt channel mia, and was wondering if she would ever be able to see her again.. so it was nice that she was really able to see her again :')

speaking of mia, i dont know if this series will explore this further, but just thinking abt her state of existence is lowkey kinda scary.. like, whats it like being dead? whats the difference between being alive and dead, considering mia is still somewhat mentoring and advising us despite being dead? could a fey, who can just possess another fey like that, be able to steal the body of another fey if they were killed? (this sounds like a possible case in the future, i wonder if this will happen..) will mia be like that forever? will future generations be able to speak to this mia, can she like.... rest? disappear? does she want to? can she? and its also pretty sad too, with how in aa1 when maya wondered if she could see her again; i feel like its less sad to have someone you love die and have that be that, than it is for them to die and you can maybe or maybe not see them again.. like i dunno. i hope this gets explored more, im curious abt it!!

also, mia being in this state of 'is but isnt here' really makes phoenix's character more enriching to me, bc in the first game he lost someone very dear and important to him... except not really. and we never really see him properly grieve mia in any extent if my memory is correct. like he didnt really dwell on it, he had to push thru it in order to defend maya. but then now in the second game, when we compare wright's almost... flippancy towards mia's death to his refusal to even acknowledge edgeworth's 'death'.... its a super interesting difference. this isnt to say that phoenix necessarily values one character over the other, but bc mia isnt necessarily 'gone'... there technically isnt much to mourn? kinda?? so the way we see phoenix behave in this game irt edgeworth, we get to properly see how phoenix behaves in the face of actual loss.. and his answer to loss is to completely reject it. and it works amazingly with gameplay too, bc he's really just compartmentalizing tf out of his issues and being like Nope. Let's Examine This Room Instead :) while maya or pearl just stares at him like 😐 it adds an extremely compelling layer of depth to wright's character!! and these moments of wright's rejection of his loss are done just the perfect amount of times, very seldomly and very restrainfully, that it creates this perfect air of tension throughout the entire game before it finally blows over in the last case. I LOVE IT RRARRGHHHH

pearl's and franziska's introduction to the story were amazing as well! i had no idea what pearl's character would be like... definitely was not expecting her to be mia's vessel #2 😭 but no yes pearl was an infinitely adorable and entertaining character, it is just so so so so awesome to have a tiny child who speaks so elegantly and have such mature tastes, but still be a cute tiny child. i love you pearl. if shes not in the next game im going to be REALLY REALLY SAD....... and franziska came in with just a massive dominating personality like Yes!!! she livened up so much of the game with her presence. im going to give franziska her own post bc she deserves it so ill talk abt her more in depth later.

and of course the ini miney twist... i already said this but the reasoning for the reveal (you cant drive without a license) is fucking IJBOL but ignoring the absurdity of that, it was a really good twist that i didnt see coming but could still be satisfied with. it was also really sad that morgan had to be convicted too, for pearl's sake i had really hoped that tht wouldnt be the case :( all in all the second case was very suspenseful, emotional, and very very good. i really liked it!

and the third case............................................................................

i wanted to put a reaction image here. but i could not find anything that could express the magnitude of my immense disgust. disappointment. resentment. and unhappiness................

i already posted a lot of my main grievances with it in my lb tag, and thinking abt this case again is just self-inflicting psychic damage so ill keep it short. but man did it suck. cuz currently in life i can only play aa like 2/3 days a week and then its back to 4/5 days of work. i did the first two cases in 3 days, worked for the rest of the week, and came back in anticipation bc the second case left off on such a good note. and then to use my 2 free days on a case this shitty... BROOOOOO FUCK THIS SHIT MAN!!! i spent the following days of work just being PISSED AS HELLLL cuz like i wanted to play a better case but now i could seeth as i worked bc of this SHITTY CASE like not only did it suck but it had to be LONG too. not like final case long but normal case long but ugh it sucked sucked sucked. ive said this before but i get they were trying to make the murder seem like a magic trick that we had to figure out the inner workings of, but like.... it just fucking sucked and wasnt well-executed at all. it didnt help that nearly every character in this case was incredibly grating and annoying and the one bearable character, acro, had to be the killer.. also that fucking ventriloquist like why was he standing around in the second day when there was literally nothing to talk to him about? also why did the ringmaster wear max's fucking clothes like wha..... i dont even care anymoreeeee 😭 ok bye bye im gonna gush about the 4th case in a seperate post now cuz that was the best fucking thing ever!!!!!!

[teddybeartoji]

it's so good to hear you're doing good<33 reading and writing IS SO MUCH FUN IT'S CRAZY i hope the rest of your break goes super well too and omfg don't forget to rest!!!!!! i bet the uni life is hard to it's important to me that you take care of yourself OR ELSE!!!

i had a couple of very good days!!! spent pretty much all of my free time writing and honestly i'm loving it so so much i'm so glad i took it up (mind u i started in like september loool it's very funny to me) but i'm having so much fun with it (ESP NOW WITH U)

okay now for the movies hehehehhe i like movies a lot a lot a lot so u do have to tell me more about your favs bc i wanna give good recs!!!!! if u liked knives out did you also like glass onion? i need to know. have you by any chance seen anything else that the director of the sherlock holmes movies has made?? bc i fucking love that guy

no but your answers are so RIGHT AND SO FUNNY LMAOO i think its especially funny bc me and sugu would absolutely have these filmbro conversations about fight club and the dark knight and and american psycho (i literally love those movies i'm not even kidding..................) we'd definitely make fun of u n gojo for not knowing anyhting about them lol i do think he'd fucking hate if people talk during the movies............ which i also do I TRY TO HOLD BACK I PROMISE I JUST WANT U TO KNOW THE LITTLE THINGS OK

but it would be so cool to go to film festivals with his pretentious ass (i love him) just got this mental image of him always holding your hand during the movies too or atleast trying to if you're anything like me and you're just kind of busy eating popcorn.... if your hands are busy he'd definitely rest his big ass hand on your thigh

i actually think gojo would really like knives out and the sherlock holmes movies too!!! they're so fun and he'd love to fucking roleplay the detective but i also have a feeling that even though irl he's like super observant, during the movies that shit flies so far out the window and then he's absolutely flabbergasted at who the killer really is (and he'd be so upset if u guessed it correctly hehehe silly boy)

and i think shoko would enjoy watching everyone bicker about the killer (she would 1000000% know who it is from like the first two seconds of the movie let's be honest she's the smartest one) oh and shoko and horror movies!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ari you're so right!!!!!!!!! (she would also 10000000000000% make fun of you for being scared she'd think it's so cute i just know it) and omfg i would love to hear her talk about the gory details and how it really should be and how it really should look that sounds so fucking cool are you kidding

i think i would so so so love to watch crime stuff with her like the tv show bones lol (i used to love that show when i was a kid idk what that says about me every day during the dinner i grabbed the remote and put that on and my mom would just lecture me about how that is not the show for dinner time...........)

and hello???? shoko n the office???? i would've never thought of that but i totally see the vision!!!! i can just imagine u two cuddled up under a layers of blankets watching it:(( cute cute cute BTWW who'd you think her favourite character would be??

GOJOOOOOOOOO MY SILLY SILLY SILLY GUY THE SILLIEST OF THEM ALL OH HE WOULD LOOOOVE MUSICALS it's so serious he'd be singing along standing on the couch with the remote as the mic...................... serenading you with his like u said beautiful voice he's just too perfect he actually makes me mad why couldn't he just be fucking tone deaf SMHHHHHH he'd have the cutest smile while singing and jumping around though:(((( and he just wants to see u smile so he'll be even louder and even wilder when u try to hide it

HELLLLLLLOOOO I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT PITCH PERFECT well i was trying to think of musicals i'm sorry i haven't actually seen a lot of those but PITCH PERFECT HOLY SHIT i love that i have all of the performances fucking carved into my brain ok i would definitely watch that with him and this time would perform together AWWWW and annoy the living fuck out of every other living soul who might be in the house with us<3333333

PLEASSSEE him and reality tv................ such a funny combo i love it every week he'd drag u to the couch and just nail you down under him and make u watch it (u would literally do it anyway) and he really is just screaming at the screen and honestly i feel like he'd side with the women a lot more lmao when a guy does something even a little bit rude he's all like "what a dick i would never i would never baby" dummy

talking about screaming at the screen - how fucking funny would it be to watch sports with him lmaooooooooooooo like i only occasionally watch football (the world and european cup) and i get so into it and i think he'd be so into it too. at first he'd just make fun of me for getting upset but then a minute later he's right there with me booing and acting like the fucking coach he's so funny wahhh

hehehe for my own favourite movies - snatch, spider-man: into the spider-verse, everything everywhere all at once and blade runner 2049 (talk about a pretentious film watcher SMHH). i like to pretty much watch anything and everything but i do loveeee watching fun stuff lmao i really like action movies and i often like to watch breakdowns of the action sequences (wow what a surprise)

but if u really want movie recs i can always give u my letterboxd i'm pretty sure u can still check out my lists even if u don't have an account!! u let me know!!!! and please!! tell me more about your favourites!!!! SENDING U LOTS OF HUGSSS I LOVED TO READ YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS SO MUCH THANK YOUU

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ari<33 how was your day? how is it going? tell me tell me!! MY QUESTION IS what movies would be your movies with gojo n geto n shoko?? like something you're both always down to watch

i just thought about this bc i put jackass on for background noise (a totally normal thing to do i know) and i realized that jackass would absolutely be something me n gojo would bond over lmao i think he'd find it so funny and he'd react to everything sooo dramatically like he's crawling backwards over the couch he's gagging he's crying he's laughing and he will most definitely wanna fucking try some of the stunts............................ he's stupid and i love him

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY !!!!!!!! hihihi!!!!!!!!! so happy to see u here hehe. my day was good!!! 🌻🌻🌻 im trying to take advantage of my uni break to read and write a bunch!!! which is super fun :D i wanna check out more of ur stuff sometime soon too !!!!

what abt u mickey?? did u do anything fun??? i hope ur day was (or is!!) super duper lovely <33

AAAA AND. thats the cutest question ever im losing it im biting at the walls tysm for indulging my sashisu obsession….. this got long u have been warned ‼️

FIRST OF ALL i just wanna say i havent watched jackass so i cant comment as much as i want to 😔😔😔 bUT i trust u and agree w everything u say yep yep !!!! AND i 100% agree that gojo would do movie stunts w u THATS SO CUTE 😭😭 he would do the most complicated dangerous stunt just to impress u <333 and then break his ankle. and force u to nurse him back to health it was on purpose :/

ahhh but!!!! honestly mickey i dont watch as many movies as id like to……. (PLS GIVE ME RECS 🙏🙏🙏) i have some faves and genres that i love tho!! so here r just some general thoughts :3

gojo is canonically down to watch basically anything so i feel like we would hunt down the most awful/low quality/unintentionally hilarious movies we can n just lose it laughing. ALSO…. im not super into reality tv but i think gojo would LOVE that shit. obsessed w it. i would watch his silly little reality tv shows just to make him happy <333 i feel like he would have genuine beef w people on the show too PHDKDJD LIKE DAMN IS IT REALLY THAT SERIOUS… but it is. he’s out for blood.

….. also this is me being self indulgent lets be clear but: some part of me thinks gojo would love musicals <33 its the would-be theatre kid in him. i love and cherish the legally blonde musical and i know he would too. he sings along obnoxiously loud which would be super funny if he was tone deaf but sadly he has a beautiful voice LMAOO

NOW as for shoko …… she loves horror movies. loves them loves them. i think she’d actually prefer really bad horror movies though. bc she thinks the over-the-top effects are so funny… either way im suffering bc im a scaredy cat LOL. but i feel like she’d like that too <33 (i would cry and she would comfort me by explaining how splattered brains ACTUALLY look and that would make me cry more)

AH ALSO … i have literally no idea where this came from and its not a movie but!! i think shoko would be unreasonably obsessed w the office. its her hyperfixation. we would binge it together all the time <33 my favorite is michael but she would compare him to gojo (objectively correct comparison) and i would no longer be able to see him the same way

and then for sugu…….. he’s so pretentious mickey. i just know he is. ONLY watches good movies. if u ask nicely he’ll watch a bad movie w u but will silently judge it + ur taste the whole time i hate him. (i dont.) idk i just feel like he has way too much to say abt fight club and the godfather PSBDJBF TELL ME U SEE THE VISION…. will lowkey mainsplain them to u but its sugu so i think its fine <33

but jokes aside i think sugu just has Good taste. beyond the mainstream toxic man movies (and even w those i think he has genuinely good and interesting takes he’s simply Perfect)… i feel like he has a wide selection of lesser known movies that are actually really really good and he shares them w u <3 and gatekeeps them from everyone else im thinking like old monochrome french movies w really interesting plots …. indie gems …. etc etc.

but as i said im not knowledgeable abt movies at ALL so i think id just have to trust his taste n watch them w him 😭😭 i cant decide if he’s the type to pause the movie every two minutes to explain something or give u side eye if u talk while its playing PDBDJDJ EITHER WAY… i love him.

OH BUT BUT BUT …. i think sugu would love mystery movies a lot!!! and they r my favorites ever ever ever. i love knives out & the 2009 sherlock holmes movies so i would force him to watch them w me. thankfully theyre super good so we’d both be happy :) yeah.

if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started getting carried away i think PDBDJD THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION MICKEY ….. so fun to think abt. if u have any more thoughts on what u and gojo would watch PLS tell me i am itching to know 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[amourology]

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽𝗌

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | tasm!peter parker x fem!reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | swearing, sm*t, peter being an absolute simp for his gorgeous gf

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | when his girlfriend is away on a business trip, peter struggles to resist the urge to get himself off to some very detailed polaroid pictures they’ve collected over the years.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | my trust issues would never do the picture stuff in real life which sucks bc it sounds so hot — i guess that’s what fics are for then <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.7k.

   At first, Peter felt disgusted. No matter how ethereal she looked during the moment, no matter how excruciatingly badly he wanted it on camera — he still felt disgusted with himself each time he took as much as a glance at the polaroid pictures whenever he found himself particularly lonely on a Friday night.

   Even now, he let himself hesitate and stare at the box sitting on his bed — never moving, just watching. Peter was very well aware of its contents, and he felt himself hardening at the thought of it. Within that box, so close to him, were all the things he’d been keeping wrapped up neatly in his mind.

   His gorgeous girlfriend with her pretty plump lips wrapped around him, looking up at him with big doe eyes and through the thick lashes that’d often tickle against his cheek as they kissed. His gorgeous girlfriend with his cum on her cheeks, a cheeky smile on her face as she looked at him and with one of his hands cupping her chin lovingly.

   His gorgeous girlfriend with tears down her cheeks and mascara dripping down to her chin as she took his thumb in her mouth. His gorgeous girlfriend taking his cock so well, with his hands firmly on her hips — a grip so tight it’d caused him to leave dark blue marks around the area the day after.

   “Shit,” he cursed. With a soft groan he looked down at the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

   Y/N had been away from him for way too long by now. Of course, he was well aware that this business trip was very important for her - as the company may offer her a permanent position if it were to go well, and she’d been sick of that intern position for a while now.

   Peter was happy for her, he really and truly was. She’d worked so hard, and she’d deserved it tenfold. His cute girlfriend, working her way up into the world. It wasn’t possible for him to be any more proud.

   It didn’t make her being away for over two weeks (and counting) any easier, however.

   Of course, he could’ve gotten himself off with the good, old-fashioned porn. God knows, there’s plenty of stuff out there. It just…didn’t feel right to him. No matter how many times Y/N told him it’d be okay, he still didn’t feel like watching some other girl being fucked. He wanted to watch his girl being fucked. By him specifically.

   Y/N’d been gone for 16 days. Peter hadn’t had an orgasm for 16 days. The box full of polaroids had never looked so appealing.

   And yes, he knew he could just grab them whenever. And yes, he knew Y/N had allowed him to take those pictures for exactly this reason. It didn’t matter that, technically and logically, everything called for him to use them, because it still made him feel…dirty.

   No. No, no, he wasn’t gonna do it. He’d endure waiting a bit longer, it’s fine, whatever. He wasn’t going to use the picture to get off. Absolutely not.

   Determined to follow through with his thoughts, Peter pushed himself up from the ground with a soft groan. A soft groan that quickly turned into an almost whimper-like sound as he felt the fabric of his sweatpants brush over his cock a bit too vividly.

   Peter pursed his lips together and clenched his jaw, putting his knuckles against his lips as he glanced between the window of their bedroom and the enticing box on the duvet. Then, in one swift movement, he reached for the top of it and quickly discarded it towards some corner of the room.

   He paused. The pictures lay there, now completely exposed, and for a few seconds he can’t believe he’d actually gone ahead and opened it. Already, his mind had started yelling at him to close it again.

   With a shake of his head, and an almost unbearably aching feeling in his balls, all thoughts of protest disappeared.

   “Fuck it,” he mumbled, and grabbed a handful of the pictures before situatiating himself on the bed.

   Peter sat up against the headboard. The first picture he’d grabbed was instantly his favorite, as if his body instinctively managed to seek it out. A small smile appeared on his face as he saw it.

   “There you are,” he whispered as he stared at the photo.

   God, she truly was the most exquisite woman he’d ever been allowed to lay eyes on. With those cute innocent eyes and giddy smile, his hand around her throat and the downright filthy action of her licking his cum off of her index finger. Such a perfect mixture of sweetness and nastiness. Truly depicting the two outer ends of his girl’s entire spectrum.

   Peter let out a heavy sigh at the sight, and begrudgingly placed the polaroid down next to him if only so he could focus better on tugging the sweatpants and boxers further down his legs.

   The cold air hit his cock as soon as it sprung free, and Peter let out a soft hiss at the feeling. He positioned himself on the bed a bit better and let out a soft sigh. Then, he reached for the rest of the box and dumped its entire contents on their bed.

   “Alright, baby, let’s see what you’ve got for me,” he said to himself, eagerly reaching for another photo.

   A groan left his lips as he came face to face with the picture he’d thought about before. Her face decorated by his cum, an admiring look in her eyes as he held up her chin to look at him. Peter felt his breathing pick up at the sight.

   He found another picture right after, the one he was looking for at the moment. With her tongue flat against the tip of his cock, and her smaller hand wrapped tightly around his base. It was exactly what he needed to recall her movements, to make his own hand feel like hers.

   Peter gulped as his thumb carefully wiped over the tip, letting out a soft sigh in relief as he finally allowed himself to touch himself. Just as Y/N would do it, he started collecting the pre-cum around the tip, using the wetness it created to lessen the friction he felt.

   He wrapped his hand around himself fully, starting a slow pace of moving it up and down. His eyes stayed firmly glued onto the pictures, changing the one he was looking at ever so often while he kept working his hand up and down along his cock.

   Peter closed his eyes after a while, his head falling back against the headboard as soft moans tumbled past his lips. His hand sped up from around him, and he immediately went looking for another picture again — as the darkness was much less preferred over the depiction of her body.

   “Fuck,” he muttered again, shaking his head as a soft chuckle in disbelief left his mouth upon the chosen picture. Peter sometimes still wondered how he’d managed to have her as his girl.

   With the picture being one of her on all fours, her ass pushed tightly back against him so he’d be balls-deep inside — he couldn’t help but let his hips thrust upwards into his hand. It would never compare to her pussy, the warmth of her snug walls as she clenched so wonderfully around him, but it would have to do for now.

   Y/N was still miles and miles away, but damn it if he wasn’t going to give her the best homecoming in the history of homecomings. God, he missed her so much.

   Peter thrusted his hips up at a faster pace, line of sight focused on the picture in his hand as his imagination let him to believe the hand he was fucking into was actually hers. A whimper tumbled past his raw-bitten lips as he continued, a loud groan following shortly after.

   “God, look at you.” He let out a choked gasp. “Fucking yourself to my pictures like some litte whore,” A moan followed after. “You like this, don’t you? Does it make you feel like a teenager again, huddling around naughty magazines, scared your aunt would find them? Does the thrill of it make you feel excited?”

   “Mhm,” a strangled hum managed to interrupt his breathy moans and whimpers.

   A humorless chuckle was heard from towards the door. “Yeah, I bet it does.”

   “It does, I can’t…” Peter’s movements suddenly halted, and his eyes widened as they fell on the figure of his girlfriend. “Y/N! I—this isn’t, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be back this early, and, shit, this is so embarrassing I swe—”

   “Who said it was embarrassing?”

   “I—what?” He said softly, voice almost a whisper.

   Y/N smiled at him, and the look she carried in her eyes made his cock twitch the slightest bit. She walked towards him, and softly cupped his chin with one of her hands. The touch was brief and quite small, nonetheless it had Peter melting in her grasp. It’d been so long since she’d touched him, too long if you were to ask him.

   Which is why, when she pulled her hand back, a soft whimper left his lips. She smiled at the sound.

   “Look at you,” she cooed, and Peter frowned as she walked towards the desk. “So pretty.” He gave her a small, happy smile and watched as she pulled the chair backwards. “I missed you, baby.”

   “I missed you too,” he responded immediately.

   Y/N’s smile widened. “I can see that,” she said, and Peter felt his cheeks heatening up as she took a proper look at his uncovered body. Sitting on the chair, she nodded towards him. “Go on then, show me just how much.”

   “What?” He spoke carefully, eyes slightly widened.

   She tilted her head to the sight, allowing it to lean on the palm of her hand which she’d rested on top of the desk. “Well, you said you missed me, right?” He hastily nodded at her. “Then show me. You were doing so well before.”

   Once again, he felt himself heating up at the thought of her watching him from the doorframe. The little bit of dignity he still had, he wanted to keep, and so he decided against asking her for how long she’d been standing there.

   “Well?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Or do I have to leave again? Perhaps you haven’t missed me as much as I thought.”

   “No!” Peter said a bit too quickly, though he could feel the grip on his remaining dignity starting to falter. He watched her with big eyes. “I did miss you. A lot.”

   She didn’t move from her spot, and simply looked him in the eye. “Then show me.”

   “O—Okay,”

   It was harder for him now. He was painfully aware of the way she’d be looking at him, and although he felt the tiniest bit of shame at fucking his own hand in front of another — there was a larger part of him that felt intrigued, excited about doing an act that one would consider obscene right in front of her.

   From the look on her face, so did she.

   And so, Peter brought his hand back towards his cock. A shaky sigh passed his lips as he reveled in the satisfying feeling of a certain tightness around him. Slowly, he started moving his hand up and down. He’d purposely chosen a gentle pace, letting her decide when he could speed up.

   Y/N didn’t let him speed up any time soon. And so, he was left fucking into his hand at an insufferably slow speed. His thumb brushed over the tip, and it resulted in a strangled whimper.

   “Please, can I just…” He trailed off, looking over at her.

   Peter hadn’t bothered grabbing the pictures again since she’d returned. The real thing being that much more beautiful than a picture — a thought that got confirmed once again, as the look she’d given him was enough to have his stomach flutter.

   “Can you just what?” She asked, voice as smooth as butter. Y/N leaned forward on the chair just the slightest bit. “What is it you want, baby?”

   “I…” He hesitated as he looked her in the eye. Then, he decided his dignity wasn’t worth more than the release he so desperately needed. “Please, can I go faster? I need to…”

   “Need to what?” She echoed him again. “Do you need to cum? Is that you want?”

   Peter nodded feverishly, his hair getting messier and messier against the headboard. “I do, please, I do, need to cum,” he rushed out. His hand had started going even slower, as if he were scared he’d come prematurely, before she’d given her permission. “Please.”

   Y/N let her eyes roam about his figure. Peter didn’t doubt he looked like a mess right now. Though, from the way she was looking at him, one would have thought he could’ve been hung in the Louvre.

   “Go on then, sweet boy,” she said, and he let out a soft sound at the name. “Make yourself cum.”

   It was something she didn’t need to repeat. He finally allowed himself to speed up, to fuck into his hand harder and rougher than before, chasing after something this time around. Something he’d been craving for for 16 days now — all made a thousand times better by her presence.

   Moan after moan, whimper after whimper tumbled past his lips, lips that had started to get chapped from the way he bit down on them. Peter tightened his hold around his dick, and let out a choked gasp as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer.

   “I—I’m gonna, I’m close—”

   “I know, baby,” she said, the love in her voice was one to envy. “Go on, cum for me.”

   With a few more pumps up and down, Peter came — his cum spilling out of him in thick ropes, dirtying his bare stomach as louder moans echoed through the room. He kept going for a few seconds, creating a bigger mess on himself as he went along. Only when it became sure that was it, did he let go of himself.

   Peter’s chest heaved upwards as he panted. Basking in the sweet aftermath of a much needed orgasm, he threw his head back against the headboard — his eyes closing as he took a few seconds of much needed rest.

   Only when he heard the sound of a picture being taken, did his eyes snap open.

   His girlfriend gave him an innocent look. “What?” She faked confusion, and smiled as she reached for the polaroid that was being released from the camera. Waving it around to quicken the drying process, she smirked at him. “I wanted to expand my collection, you looked simply too gorgeous not to sneak a picture of it.”

   A love-sick smile crawled onto his face. “I love you,” he mumbled, letting his head swing from the left to the right as he looked at her.

   Y/N’s smirk dialed down into a caring smile, and she stood up from the chair. After placing their camera and her new picture back on the desk, she started walking over to him.

   “I love you, too,” she said, and rested one of her hands on his cheek. She placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. “You were so good just now, baby,”

   Peter smiled up at her, leaning into her touch. However, a frown took over shortly after as she took her hand back and started to walk away from him. “Hey, hey, where are you going?” He asked, his bottom lip slightly puffed out as he reached for a couple of her fingers.

   “The shower, need to get the airport grime off of me,” she said, and caressed his cheekbone with her thumb. A small smirk started forming on her face, and she glanced down at his cum-covered stomach. “You’re free to join me for the clean up.”

   Y/N turned to walk away again, and this time Peter let her hand glide through his during her departure. He let out a happy sigh as he watched her walk away and into their bathroom. Hearing the shower getting turned on, he leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling with a smile.

  His gorgeous girlfriend was finally home.

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[kiss4kazuha]

hello may I ask for bookworm s/o hcs with crew boys, like they have a personal library and talk about fictional characters and stuff, (maybe simping for some of them)

I like ur writing btw :))

hihi!! tysm:) sorry its late!! im hella tired from our dance concert:( i hope you enjoy!

— CREW BOYS WITH BOOKWORM S/O! 🐉

pairings: crewboys x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

— DREAM

•he’s definitely the one to watch you in awe as you read in your little book corner

•ALSO he’d probably read with you, like sit next to you or with his head on your chest while you both read, just enjoying each others company:)

•LMFAO would get jealous as soon as you mention a boy character from a book:

“atlas is sooo fine god”

“shut the fuck up y/n, im right here”

•if he needed anything from you, he would know that you’re probably in your little reading corner

•would be surprised to see how many books you have in your mini library, bc to him it doesn’t look much

•would be annoyed if you told him to read one of the books that you recommended to him for when he was bored,,BUT he would definitely read it when you’re not looking

•he’s GOING TO 100% buy you new books randomly:

“baby i think this is your package?”

“no, its yours, i ordered you it:)”

•so expect random packages showing up at your door that you didnt know about!

•bonus: if you talk about a certain character, that has such a good character development, or what ever reason you like them for, he will listen to you about it cus he finds it cute.

— GEORGENOTFOUND

•he wouldn’t realise you had a mini library until he came looking for you one day and found you cuddled up in your mini corner with plants and bookshelfs of books with you

•wouldn’t disturb you during this time, so its be quiet and you both would just want to do your own things during this time

•if he’s missing your company, he’d move one of his chairs next to your mini couch and sit there either on his phone while he holds your hand, or just staring at you, or doing his work with you/pos:(

•WOULD 100% question what you find so interesting about books and why you read them:

“why are you reading that shit?”

“bc its entertainment george.”

•overall he’d be very understanding about you mini library and how important it is to you

•bonus: he wouldn’t let quackity NEAR your corner bc he knows how much you love and cherish it, plus it took you a long time to make!!!

— SAPNAP

•100% trash up your corner

•but its only bc he wants to see whats the hype about and what’s gotten his lover so hooked-up

•you would invite him to sit with you, but he would say no cus its lame

•he’d eventually sit with you there tho cus he loves you so much

•100% get the most jealous anytime u mention another guy from book and that you simp for them? yup you’re never going back to that corner ever again

•is also the type to drop anything he’s doing to help with your mini library; need help putting up some fake plants? hes helping you, need another bookshelf? he already ordered one for you.

•i feel like even tho he gets angry that you’re always busy or away in your reading corner, he will still buy you more books if thats what makes you happy:(

— KARL JACOBS

•he’d be so cute about it:(

•definitely help you decorate your little corner to your desire!

•also would love to lie in between your legs while you read and play with his hair while hes on his phone

•would get sad if he found out you’re simping for a fictional character from the book

“hes just so- god hes hot”

“are you saying im not hot?”

•would love to go book shopping with you for certain books you’re looking for

•would try to read one, but then not like it and stick rather to his manga

— QUACKITY

•definitely find it cool that you like reading

•would also try to read one of your books and wouldn’t like it

•i feel like he’s more into books with life lessons and that stuff

•you’d fill your library with both your books and he’s, so that you two can sit together and read:(

•he’d try to make you laugh while you’re reading so that you can pay attention to him instead of the book

“does that say come-dies?”

“love no-“

•you guys would be cute tho, he’d mention on stream multiple times how his s/o like reading and is literally reading 24/7

•and they’d love it, asking which books you recommended and which ones you’re currently reading, ect

•and he’d mentally awe at how good you and chat get along

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' ACCIDENTALLY MAKING YOU CRY !

an. this is literal garbage and very long but enjoy LOL

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.3k

genre. angst to fluff

tw. broken bones, cast and death mentions, also some swearing bc its british culture

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ITADORI YUJI — panic activated. there is nothing itadori would do in this world to hurt you, not intentionally at least. itadori had yet again come back from another dangerous mission - yet again another mission that almost took his life. it seemed that the danger levels just kept increasing as itadori continued to grow and improve as a jujutsu sorcerer, and as his significant other watching from the sidelines, the only thing that grew in you was your worry and concern. you thought you could handle it, seeing him come back each time with deep cuts and broken bones - thought you could make a subtle comment on how he should be just a little more careful, and yet, seeing him in this bad of a shape was all too much. itadori nearly pounced out of his skin when your teary eyes met his, all he did was ask you to sign his cast(s)! "yuji," he heard you sob, muffled by the hospital blankets you buried your head in. "please," he heard you whimper, hands clenched so tightly on the blankets he thought you'd rip them in half. "i'm not asking you to stop being a jujutsu sorcerer, i just want you to be careful." you looked up, eyes finally meeting, and itadori immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that spill down your cheeks. "what if you died?" the fear in your voice triggers something in yuji, and he immediately engulfs you in his arms. "no, would never leave you, baby." he says, tone firm. "i'm sorry, i didn't realise how stupid i was being - for not noticing how you felt and how reckless i was." he says, and its scarily serious. you nod, slowly taking in his words. "you promise?" you ask once more, wanting to confirm it. yuji smiles, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, "i promise."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro knew he could be a little harsh with his words sometimes, which is why when you first started dating he always kept it to a minimum around you. yet as your relationship went on, megumi found himself more and more comfortable with himself, with you, with your relationship. perhaps… a little too comfortable. he had made another teasing comment - the only thought he gave it was making sure it was formatted correctly before it spewed out of his mouth. he expected to hear you giggle - tease him back, maybe give him a slap on the arm that really felt more like a tap, and yet, nothing. megumi ignored it for a minute or two, thinking perhaps you didn't care much, or were too busy doing something else to even pay attention to it. no biggie! it's not like it hadn't happened before and- oh. megumi thought, his heart dropping and eyes widening when he heard small sniffles come from behind him. oh fuck. he was sure he'd whipped his head around so fast it gave him whiplash, and yet that was the last thing he could care about right now. "you really mean that, fushiguro?" he heard you ask, your back turned to him as your shoulders shook - voice shaky and breathless. fushiguro. he leapt at your use of his last name, pouncing across the room to get by your side. "no, no! never! you know i love you more than anything, i-i didn't think - fuck - i didn't even think about what i was saying, 'm so sorry." he was panicked, his hands fidgeting awkwardly as he debated reaching out to you. luckily, you made the choice for him. megumi only felt like breathing again when your hands wrapped around his waist, head buried into his chest. "'is okay, 'gumi." he sighed, hands wrapping around you as he held you tighter, "just don't say it again, please." he shook his head without pulling away from you, and you felt him plant kisses across your neck in a silent apology. "of course, never again, love."

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki is a tease. you wouldn't expect it from the quiet, innocent looking cursed speech user. inumaki loved to pull pranks constantly, and you had quickly become used to them in your relationship - even spiraling into your own little 'war'. beginning to see who could get the best pranks to just becoming who could get the most - and inumaki was determined to win. it had come across his tiktok feed. ignoring your s/o for a day to see how they react! he glanced over to see your sleeping figure wrapped around his arm, giggling when he saw your noise scrunch up at the sudden movement. yeah, inumaki was definitely gonna win this war. you were absolutely positively sure that you had never had a worse day than this. you completely forgot to charge your phone during the night, leaving you frantic as you tried to throw on your uniform as fast as you could - only to finally get to school and receive a big fat fail on your last test, but, hey! it couldn't get any worse! unless spilling your lunch and scraping your knee and - god, everything was just going wrong. you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into inumaki's arms right now, inhaling the comforting smell of vanilla he always managed to subtly be coated in. which is exactly why you were seeking out your platinum haired boyfriend right now. a wave of relief washing over you as he came into view. "toge!" you yelled, a smile covering your features as you ran over to your boyfriend "ugh, you won't believe how-" "kombu!" inumaki exclaimed, running over to fushiguro, completely past you. you paused, awkwardly pulling down your raised hand that was stilled in a wave motion. perhaps he just had something really important to do right now? no big deal at all!... and yet, it was a big deal. it continued on and on, inumaki continuing to ignore your entire existence as you tried over and over to get his attention. he'd even looked directly at you at one point, only to turn away the next second - and it had been the last straw. chest burning and eyes watering, you stormed off to your dorm, throwing yourself onto your bed as you sobbed into your pillows. seeing how you'd progressively gotten more pissed throughout the day - inumaki thought all he was in for was a particularly nasty prank in return when he got back. he knocked on your dorm room once, then twice, and then a third - and yet he got no response. no response other than the muffled sobs he could hear come through the door. he felt panic course through him immediately, pushing open the door hurriedly. "takana?" inumaki practically yelled, bursting into your room as he saw you buried in your pillows, shoulders shaking as you sobbed. inumaki sat down by your side, ready to take you into his arms - before he was shoved off completely, your angered and tear-stained face meeting his eyes. "so now you care? go away, inumaki!" his heart sank as he finally began to realise what he'd done - that the anger on your face throughout the day looked more like sadness. "o-okaka," he stuttered, desperately trying to communicate through his gestures. you only glared in response, shoveling back into your blankets as you turned your back to him. inumaki stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to your cries as they lowered in volume. "please listen to me," he begged finally, and your ears perked up subconsciously. "jerk. don't use your dumb advantage…" he heard you mutter, and he felt his heart lift just a little. "i'm sorry." he said, and although it didn't seem like much - coming from inumaki, it was practically the world. you didn't say anything, but simply shuffled forward to give inumaki room on your bed - something he happily accepted as he immediately tackled you in kisses. inumaki did not in fact win the war.

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[blenderfulla-aus]

timberkon stardust au?

kon as yvaine, the star that falls to earth

bernard as tristain, the lost grandchild of the king, looking to find the star for his beloved

tim as victoria, only i give the part more backstory and say that tim’s a time traveler or a space man or something and he was totally going to leave and go back to his time/planet/whatever but then he met bernard and he’s like hm actually i’m fine here 🥰

like he could build a time machine or fix his spaceship or whatever but he's too busy making heart eyes at the cute boy at the shop

bernard proposes during a midnight picnic and tim's a little hesitant bc like there's a lot bernard doesn't know about him

and then bernard offers to get him the star and tim's like well shit i'm gonna marry this man

and then tim's like oh shit im gonna marry this man, how am I going to tell my family

bernard goes off for the star and tim spirals into panic mode and ends up building a space ship/time machine/whatever in like three days so he can get his family there in time for the engagement/marriage

(this is the first time he's spoken to any of them in months. they all think he's dead. so getting a wedding invitation from him is a pleasant surprise.)

also tim knows kon from his time Before he crash landed in bernard's village and they both low-key had crushes on each other when they were working (?) together. also they each think the other is dead.

bernard and kon mostly follow the plot of stardust, bernard dragging kon back to show tim, kon escaping, the witch trying to eat kon's heart to gain immortality, the king's kids chasing kon to get the stone that knocked him out of the sky, etc etc

except instead of bernard (tristain) going back to the village to break up with vtim (victoria), tim starts to get worried about bernard and decides to venture into the land beyond the wall himself and ends up helping bernard's mother save kon from the witch who wants to eat his heart

mostly this is an excuse to write this scene:

"I'm looking for a fallen star - have you seen one around?" Bernard asks, looking around the crater like a star is just going to randomly materialize.

But no, there's just a man in strangely bright, skin-tight clothing. He's got something weird on his head, too - it's not a hat, but two dark circles connected by a piece of something thin and black, and then longer sticks of the same material run down to hook behind his ears. Honestly, the only part of his clothing that Bernard recognizes is his coat, which looks to be made of dark leather.

"That would be me," the guy says, waving his hands in the air melodramatically.

Bernard stares at him for a long second. "You don't look like a star," he feels the need to point out.

The guy just shrugs. "I dunno what to tell you, man. Believe me or don't, it's not my problem."

Bernard studies him. "No, I believe you," he announces after a minute. "No one around here dresses like..." He gestures towards the guy's weird colorful outfit. "...that."

The guy scowls. "What's wrong with how I dress?" he demands, belligerent.

"Nothing," Bernard says, because it's a nice view if nothing else. He wonders how Tim feels about this kind of outfit. "I've just never seen anything like it before. What's it made of, anyway?"

"Spandex," the guy says shortly.

Spandex, Bernard mouths silently to himself. What the hell does that mean? Whatever, he has more important questions right now: "So why are you here? Why did you fall?"

The guy's scowl deepens. "I got hit," he mutters sullenly.

Bernard doesn't think he heard that right. "What?"

"I got hit," the guy says, a little louder but no less disgruntled. He picks something up from beside him - it looks like a necklace of some sort, maybe? - and waves it around. "By this."

"Huh," says Bernard. He doesn't know what else he can say.

The guy glares at the necklace like it's the source of all his problems - which, if Bernard takes his story at face value, it kind of is - then shrugs and fastens it around his neck. "Finders keepers."