#alright i gotta get back to ✨Family Time✨

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Thinking about Flora,,,,,,,,,,,

GAH I LOVE HER I WANT HER

IWANTHERIWANTHERIWANTHER

Thinking about her redesign,,,,, i lover her i love her glowing yellow eyes

I wish i had added it in the drawing but she and Daisey have little snaggletooths and i love them they’re so cute

Wally is so lucky,,,,,,, his wife is so beautiful I adore her

He better watch his back I’ll steal her away /j

After i finished the flora doodle i pulled my Wally plushie up to see it and was like “look at your wife she’s gorgeous”

Making a human oc to be obsessed with her (me) /j

Also the horns on her hat were UGLY in that doodle GOOD GOD 😭

Hihihih,,,,,

Snaggletooths!!!? That's amazing I love snaggletooths gaaaah they're cute and silly hehe

Mmm Perhaps Flora has two hands? either way Wally is very lucky <3 what a beauty

PFFFT YEAH I love talking to my Wally and Barnaby plushies (they're sitting together<3) like "y'all seeing this shit?" the answer is no. bc they can't see the TV, but that's ok lol

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MDNI💀 +18 Only

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My Roommates Brother

Alright everyone be nice it’s my first fic.

We gotta classic trope today, the MC & Todo have an apartment together. Todo-Choso-Yuji all brothers vibe modern au style. Todo & MC were classmates/sparing buddies when they both ended up needing a place around the same time, they are platonic and goofy/very bro/sis vibe but the MC finally meets Choso and is smittttten.

Use of she/her pronouns as well as more feminine styled pet names, obvi this is a Reader X Choso smutty mess of a fic! Advanced apologies for any typos, I hope you find some enjoyment out of this piece💗

Oh and minors GTFO!! This ain’t for y’all 👏🏼

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The hot water soothed my aching muscles after an intense training sesh with Todo. I bopped around slightly to the beat of the ‘This is CORPSE’ spotify mix as I sudsed my sweat away. I thought I heard Todo’s voice from outside the door, I pulled back the shower curtain to pop my head out and keep my body shielded by the dark colored material.

“DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?”

More mumbles, the running shower and my loud music muffling whatever he was trying to tell me. I’m not particularly worried about Todo seeing me like this, he’s very open with his own body and we usually didn’t mind walking around in our undies around one another. It wasn’t a sexual thing, he’s not my type and I’m not his - to which looks suspicious to some people considering we live together but that’s not any of our concern.

“OPEN THE DOOR I CANT HEAR YOU DUMMY.”

A click and turn and Todo swung the door wide open, someone was behind him that I only recognized from photos.

“JESUS NOT ALL THE WAY?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??”

His eyes widened as he closed it only enough to have his head in the room. I saw his brother behind him hide his face before the door cut off his sight of me in the shower.

“My brother came to visit! We’re going to pick up dinner what would you like!”

I laughed and shook my head.

“That’s what you were trying to scream through the door about? God Todo, just get me whatever you get. Thanks bud.”

“OF COURSE! Enjoy your shower!”

He closed the door and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, he was a big sweet dummy. I did love him like family, even if he wasn’t the brightest at times. My mind wandered to the blushing and hidden face that stood behind him…Todo had shown me many photos of both his brothers and Choso was super cute…he told me about how he’s kinda kept to himself and that they really only see one another when Yuji insists on it. Both of them were wrapped around the sweet pink haired boys finger, and I can’t blame them. Yuji was a good boy and always smiling, if anyone disliked him I’d be surprised.

I might have searched up Choso’s socials a bit after Todo and I moved in together…he was hanging up photos in his room and needed my help…I made sure to ask all the important questions. Choso was a drummer who smoked a fuck ton of weed and liked to watch anime, so in other words my perfect match. He wore dark red or purple eyeshadow a lot and liked to paint his nails…the Gerard Way type as I like to call it. I wasn’t too embarrassed about him seeing me after taking note of his reaction…it’d be nice to finally get to know him over dinner…test the waters a bit.

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After getting out of the shower I half blow dried my curls so they looked somewhat neater than usual. Donning a little bit of mascara and smudging out my leftover liner, I threw on a white cropped tank top (that slightly showed my nipples and their piercings) and a pair of black leggings. I made my way down the hall towards Todo’s booming voice and the shuffling of bags.

“So what’s for dinner boys?”

I said as I toked on a blunt and approached them, a trail of smoke lining my previous path. I smiled sweetly at the two, Choso’s eyes widened and he grinned slightly as his cheeks turned pink. Todo of course gave me an ear to ear grin before explaining what he had ordered for us. I hovered over the counter and inhaled the delicious smells, humming in satisfaction. I took another hit from the blunt then held it out to Choso.

“Appetizer?”

He chuckled and took it from my fingers, after inhaling sexily through his mouth then nose he passed it back to me.

“Thanks..{Y/N} right?”

“That’s me.”

I winked at him as I inhaled deeply then passed it to Todo.

“You’re Choso right? It’s about time I met your other brother Todo.”

I playfully slapped at Todo’s arm, that was easily bigger than my head. He chuckled and passed the blunt across the counter to Choso before shoving me jokingly and making me stumble.

“You already kicked my ass earlier was that not enough you big oaf?”

A roar of a laughter erupted from Todo’s chest, he hooked his massive arm around my neck and pulled me to him lovingly like he would’ve Yuji. I clawed at his forearm, he was slightly choking me out.

“You’ve come so far in our spares, but you’ll never beat me little sis!”

I gagged slightly as I laughed.

“Out of everyone here I don’t want you to be the one choking me, let go!”

I jabbed my elbow into his toned gut as I struggled for freedom, not noticing how Choso reacted to my comment. He continued to laugh heartily and tussle my hair roughly before releasing me from his grasp. It wasn’t til then that we realized Choso choking on the weed smoke and poorly attempting to hide it.

“Are you okay baby brother?”

“D-Don’t…*cough cough*…don’t call me..*cough*..that I’m older…*cough cough*”

I grabbed a bottle of water from our fridge and came to Choso’s side to swap it out with the blunt. As he raised his head to drink the water he glanced at my concerned expression, his face was bright red from coughing so hard and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“You gonna make it?”

I chuckled and rubbed his shoulder gently. He choked on the water…

“Goodness brother!”

Todo ran up behind him, I saw the fear ignite in Choso’s eyes as he knew what was coming next.

“Todo maybe don’t-“

My concerns were voiced too late, Todo smacked him on the back a couple times trying to help. Choso coughed a few more times but surprisingly, it did help him stop choking.

“God you brute..”

Choso mumbled as he regained his breath. I couldn’t help but giggle, covering my face in the process as he glared at Todo. The blunt was out and our food was getting cold at this point so we all convened in the living room to chow down. I snagged the remote before Todo could, we always argued on what to watch so the rule was whoever touched the remote first got dibs. Naturally, I turned on one of my comfort shows -One Punch Man- to which Todo groaned once I hit play on the first episode of season one.

“You told me you liked this one why are you moaning and groaning?”

“It’s always a different cartoon.”

“It’s anime.”

Choso and I barked at him in unison, to which we looked to one another and grinned as we found a common interest. (That I definitely didn’t already know about psssh)

“What’s this one about again?”

I proceeded to stuff my face and overdump the lore of the series, complaining about how more isn’t animated because the manga is so wonderfully complex. Todo then compared himself to that of Saitama with godlike strength, I didn’t deny him only to get him to continue to the next episode to see what would happen next. Choso ate quietly and watched us converse, I would glance to him now and then with a ‘you know what I’m trying to say’ or ‘you understand this more I’m sure’. He would smile and nod as he took careful bites, slowly clearing his plate. After a handful of episodes our bellies were full, Todo collected our trash and took it out, leaving Choso and I alone.

“Wanna smoke? I don’t know what he’s told you, but I smoke a lot so if it bothers you I can go to my room.”

“Oh no it’s fine, I do too..”

His voice was deep, slightly raspy. It made me feel the butterflies fighting in my stomach as he spoke. I smiled, standing from the couch I watched the way his eyes trailed down my body.

“Cool, I’ll go roll up real quick then. Obviously make yourself at home, you know where the bathroom is already.”

I giggled as I spoke to him, turning on my heels to head to my room and retrieve the smokeables. I heard Todo reenter our home and have a much more quiet conversation with his brother. I tried to peer down the hall to hear them but was unsuccessful. I threw on a cropped sweatshirt jacket and lit the blunt between my lips. As I tip toed down the hall, still trying to listen to their hushed conversation, the floorboards played against me as I neared the entrance of the room. The creaking made the two men dart their attention backwards towards me, I strolled in casually and tossed a blunt in front of Choso and a joint in front of Todo.

“Talking shit about me while I’m rolling up for you two?”

Choso nervously shook his head no while Todo laughed.

“Yes little sis, I was telling him how much you stink after training.”

“Oh I won’t deny that, but it’s still not as bad as when you get back from sparing with Yuji.”

I chuckled back at him as I tossed him a lighter. I nodded to the back door, that lead to our small balcony patio, while toking heavily. Todo nodded and rose from his seat, motioning his brother to follow us. The back door would stick shut now and then from one time when Todo ran into it and fucked up the frame, so I always had to have him open it, I was not strong enough.

Upon Todo yanking the door open, his arm swung backwards aggressively and caused me to stumble…directly into Choso. His arms wrapped around my waist and torso as I fell, his fingers accidentally brushing over my chest. For a split second I felt a tinge of fire inside me.

“Shit..are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry for almost taking you out with me.”

“It wasn’t your fault, dumbass doesn’t know his own strength.”

We chuckled as I stumbled to my feet, Choso grabbed the dropped blunt and held it out to me with a smile. Todo hadn’t even realized what he’d done, proceeding to walk out onto our balcony and take a seat in his chair.

“You have got to be more aware of your surroundings dude.”

I spoke as I walked out and leaned against the railing to face him. He was puffing away on his tiny joint and already had some J-pop video pulled up on his phone. I scoffed and shook my head, turning to face the city and toke. Shit it went out. I went to turn around but Choso’s shoulder met mine as I spoke.

“Who has the-“

He was already holding the lighter out and wearing a beautiful smile.

“Oh, thanks ChoCho.”

“ChoCho?”

He giggled as he inhaled on his blunt, leaning over the railing beside me.

“I don’t know it just came out, that okay?”

“Yeah, thats fine. Sounds like something Yuji would say.”

He shook his head as his grin widened, I tried not to stare too long but he was very…pretty up close like this.

“He’s a sweetie, I love that kid.”

“You’ve met him?”

“He comes over a couple times a week, I school him in smash bros every time.”

He covered that gorgeous smile, laughing and turning over his shoulder to Todo before looking at me. His big brown eyes were shining with flecks of gold in the sunsets glow.

“Thanks for taking care of them..it’s not an easy task.”

“I think they’re good for me,”

I sighed, feeling the haziness settling in my eyes from the weed…maybe also from staring at the pretty emo boy.

“They remind me to not take shit so seriously all the time.”

We stared for a little too long in a sweet silence, I couldn’t help but take in all his features…I found my gaze darting to his lips and back to his eyes. He grinned, doing the same in response. Should I be doing this? That definitely ran through my head for a moment, but once he bit down on his bottom lip and looked out over the city again I felt myself pooling.

I reconnected my gaze to the horizon and puffed some more, my mind wandered to darker places..

“So what’s your favorite anime?”

“That’s a loaded question.”

I giggled, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve got time if you do.”

Spoken softly with a high smile, I peered to him from the corner of my eye. The blunt hung from his lips as he grinned, flashing me a similar look. We ended up getting into deep conversation about all our favorites and why they’re good in their own ways, all of which Todo was annoyed at. Mainly because he wanted us to play video games but we simply weren’t done discussing.

The sun had set, the chill of the night air began to nip at my skin sharply. I wasn’t sure when Todo had gone inside, but apparently we had been talking for a while. Thank god he left the door cracked at least, we trailed inside to escape the cold and to no surprise at all, Todo was passed out on the couch with some girly music mix playing semi-loudly on the tv. He could never hold his smoke, which is why I would usually give him a joint or a bowl instead of blunt or a dab. He must’ve been extra exhausted today.

We giggled at the sight, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture, motioning a finger to my lips and a ‘shhh’ to Choso. He covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, I nodded my head for him to follow me down the hall. I led him to my room and closed the door behind us, finally letting out an audible laugh as I tossed my jacket onto my desk chair.

“I didn’t think he even smoked, I was surprised to see him with his own.”

“That is why he doesn’t often, he always passes out. I give him small stuff or a hit or two now and then when he’s in the mood for it.”

“Funny, that’s the first time I’ve ever smoked with him.”

“Have you not smoked with Yuji?”

“Yuji smokes?!”

“Oops.”

I covered my mouth as I stood with wide eyes.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I guess.”

“I don’t care that he smokes, but I thought he’d at least come to me for it.”

“He brings his own over here and asks me to roll for him.”

“That little shit is stealing my weed.”

I erupted in laughter upon his realization, he shook his head and chuckled. I plopped down on my bed, the plush purple comforter poofing up slightly around me. I pat the spot next to be before reaching for the rolling tray and mason jar of weed on my nightstand. He gently took the seat beside me, our thighs a few inches apart, I got a whiff of his cologne when the blanket poofed around him. He smelled so fucking good…

He watched me quickly roll four more blunts and pass him one, dusting off my hands and putting the supplies back in their spot. He looked to me with a shocked expression.

“What?”

“You’re really good at that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a man’s told me that.”

I chuckled as I lit my blunt and passed him the lighter, once the smoke cleared I noticed the pink staining his cheeks.

“Should I be worried about your boyfriend walking in or something?”

He held the flame up, the warm glow illuminating his chiseled features.

“If I had one maybe. Kinda impossible when they find out I live with that muscle head.”

“Why’s that?”

“No one believes we aren’t fucking. Been that way since school.”

“And…you two haven’t?..ever?”

“God no, did he say otherwise?”

He shook his head profusely, worried he’d made an accusation that could get Todo in trouble.

“No, no. He told me you were pretty kept to yourself aside from training with him.”

“He say anything else?”

I leaned closer, peering into his doe eyes to question him further. He sucked in the smoke sharply as his eyes bounced from my chest to my face.

“Um, not that comes to my head..nothing bad..”

He stuttered as I studied him, my lashes fluttering at him innocently.

“What did you ask him about me?”

I grinned, reading him like an open book. His face turned red as he inhaled, coughing slightly as he released the smoke cloud.

“Just, who you are..stuff you like..”

“But you did ask him about me?”

I giggled, he looked nervous.

“Yeah..that okay?”

“Only if it’s okay that I asked about you too, a long time ago though.”

His anxiety eased and expression softened back into a half smile. He nodded his yes as he toked.

“How long ago?”

“When we moved in, I saw a few pictures of the three of you and I don’t know…you piqued my interest.”

“Any reason why?”

Fuck, alright. If living with Todo has given me anything it was confidence so let’s see where this goes, be smooth. I inhaled slowly before putting out the blunt. Leaning back against my headboard, I stretched my legs over Choso’s lap. As I exhaled I grinned and tapped my chin in thought.

“Hmmmm….dark hair, bedroom eyes, nice chains..I’m a sucker for a musician. Really if you just looked in the mirror it explains my type pretty well.”

He was looking down as his hand on my knee and smiling, smoke trailing from his lips. I swayed my knee side to side to pull his attention to my gaze.

“What about you?…What’s your type?”

His eyes connected with mine, he smiled and leaned over my body to put his blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand. His body hovering over mine he brought his face an inch away from my lips.

“Seems like you already know..”

His voice was low and hushed, my heart was racing.

“Can I be honest?”

I barely spoke above a whisper, his eyes trailed slowly along my features as he nodded.

“I want you.”

“Good.”

He cut off his own hushed tone by pressing his lips to mine sensually. He bit at my bottom lip lightly as his tongue found its way to my own, the fire inside me building rapidly. I pulled at his shirt, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and placed himself between my legs, pushing them to the side with his knee as he leaned into me. He was muscular, but not overdone like his brother. A strong arm hooked under my waist brought my hips to his, his other hand quickly latched onto my throat as we feverishly nipped and kissed at one another. As he squeezed his fingers around my throat and the cold metal of his rings stung my flesh, a small moan escaped my lips.

He released my lips and chuckled, the pieces of his hair not tied back framing his face seductively.

“So you weren’t kidding about that?”

He squeezed tighter and watched my eyes roll back and my mouth fall open, he hooked a finger in my mouth and pulled my gaze to his, still tightly gripping my jaw and chin; his hands were massive. I whimpered at his dominant motions, his eyes piercing into my darkest desires.

“You think we’ll get in trouble for this?”

His husky tone paced with heavy breaths make me desperate for everything he was willing to give me.

“S’worth it if we do.”

He smiled devilishly and plunged his finger further into my mouth, I obediently sucked and swirled my tongue around it as he pulled it out slowly. He groaned at my actions, I felt him begin to rut against me as he kissed and nipped along my neck and down my chest. He made heavenly sounds in between light licks that trailed to my breasts. He lightly tugged at the already low neckline of my shirt, he watched my plush chest spring from the tight top, admiring the jewelry that adorned pretty pink buds. His tongue teased at them as his fingers pinched lightly at my flesh, I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, attempting to hush my moans.

“..so pretty baby…”

His low and seductive voice hummed against my skin, sending cold chills through my body. His hands and lips continued to travel further down, he reached the waistband of my leggings and bit down on my hip, sucking and licking in a feverish attempt to leave a mark. He leaned back to review his work, satisfied and smirking at the purple mark he’d left behind. He chuckled and kissed it once more, mumbling under his breath.

“..mine now..”

He peered up to me as he hooked his fingers into my waistband, I lifted my hips for him to shimmy them down, leaving me in a pair of purple silk panties. I leaned up to grab at his shirt and yank it over his broad shoulders, feeling a little too exposed and alone. I took my top off the rest of the way after and pulled his face to mine once more, kissing him in a heated need. I pushed him backwards and fumbled with his belt, our hands both rushed to remove his pants as I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick cock slapped up against his toned abdomen, the noise caught my attention as I pulled away from his lips. My eyes grew wide, I felt my face run hot and the pool between my legs increase. He chuckled and flipped his hair away from his face.

“Fuck…”

“You still want to?..I can eat you out if it’s too much…”

I connected my gaze with his, concern lacing his expression. I couldn’t help but smile bashfully and crawl into his lap, attacking his neck with sloppy kisses and bites.

“I need you Choso..”

I whispered as I nipped at his earlobe and rolled my hips against him. He groaned as his hands met my ass, squeezing and pushing me into him more, feeling the wetness that had already soaked my silk panties. His head rested in the crook of my neck as his voice vibrated against my skin.

“..fuck baby…mmm..need you so fucking bad…been teasing me since I got here..”

I giggled as his words, leaning back to peer down at him in all his glory.

“I knew you liked it..”

I rolled my hips against his pulsating member, precum soaking into the fabric of my panties. He groaned and bit his lip, eyeing me up and down as his hands roamed my body.

“Course I did..you’re fucking hot..can’t believe he gets to be the one to see you all the time…”

“Come visit more..”

Oh god, was I even sure what I meant by that? I definitely just confirmed that this wouldn’t be a one time thing..

“Yeah?..might have to..”

His lips attached to my chest again, fingers trailing down between us to my sopping core. I whimpered as he dipped below the thin fabric and plunged two fingers inside me, twirling them around my fluttering walls. I bit down on my lip and furrowed my brows, trying not to make much noise but he worked small moans and whines out of me rapidly.

“..so wet for me already…fuck…such a good girl f’me..”

“..Choso-O-o…ahh…please…”

“..please what baby?..”

I could hear the smirk in his voice as he fueled the fire in my core.

“..please fuck me..god I need you inside me…please…”

“..cum for me first pretty..wanna see you come undone…”

His thumb rubbed against my clit, shooting waves of pleasure through my veins. I rutted into his hand and whimpered as he bit down on my chest, his other hand attached to my throat and squeezed tightly. I clenched around his fingers as he pumped in and out of me, I couldn’t keep ahold of the knot inside me any longer. My eyes rolled back as my hips shook, I squirted into his lap and hand as his motions kept pace to ride me through my high.

“..god yes baby…that’s it keep going..fuck that’s hot..”

I began to whimper and whine at the overstimulation, he milked my juices from me aggressively causing another orgasm to take over my senses.

“..shit I need to be inside you..”

He tossed me backwards onto the mattress, propping one of my legs up on his shoulder and aligning himself at my entrance. He held my other thigh out, displaying my soaking cunt for his view. He licked his lips and rubbed his long, thick cock up and down my dripping folds collecting my wetness. He slapped my clit with the tip of his member, I squirmed and squeaked in pleasure to his delight.

“You ready pretty baby?”

God he sounded so fucking sexy, his voice raspy and lust drunk.

“Yes..please Choso..”

He smirked and began pushing himself into me, steadying himself with a hand gripping my thigh. I felt him stretching me, the pain mixing with pleasure made my eyes gloss over. I gasped and tried to grip at the sheets at the overwhelming sensation. He pressed a hand to my lower stomach, feeling himself bottom out inside of me as I panted and whimpered. He held himself there, throwing his head back and letting me engulf his throbbing member.

“..fuck you’re so tight…”

He slowly began moving, pushing in and out slowly as I clenched around him. Moans spilled from my mouth as his pace increased. He rhythmically thrusted into me, hair falling into his face as his mouth hung agape panting for air. Whimpers and low moans began to drip from his kiss swollen lips as he mumbled dirty praises.

“..oh my god baby…feels so fucking good..mmm…taking me so well..nnggh..”

“..cho-ooss-ssoo…mmmmm…”

I stuttered through his thrusts, his pace increasing rapidly as he chased his high.

“..you’re so fucking pretty…letting me stretch you out like this…mmmm…such a perfect little pussy..”

I have never been fucked like this..he was so vocal and showering me in filthy praise..all while pounding into my sweet spot so perfectly…everything about him was making me writhe in pleasure.

A hand attached to my throat while the other bruised perfect fingertips into my thigh, he was filling me up relentlessly. His grip was much rougher this time, the metal of his rings scraping against my skin as he choked me harder, I felt myself clenching around him tightly; my end nearing.

“..you love that don’t you baby?…I can feel how close you’re getting for me..”

“…s-so b-big..unngg…ch-chos…yes…yes…”

“..awe you’re taking me s’good pretty baby..c’mon you can handle a little more..we’re just getting started..”

He pumped into me furiously, my senses were fucked as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed in pleasure. His large hand quickly covered my mouth, he leaned down, my thigh now squished against my chest giving him a deeper angle as his pace slowed.

“..shhh..don’t wanna get us caught do you baby?…want me to fill you up right?”

I nodded profusely, he removed his hand and gripped my jaw tightly, an evil smile plastered across his face. Holy fuck he’s so hot…

“..I’ll make you scream my name next time I promise…bite..”

He placed his thumb in my mouth as he spoke, I gazed at him with a fucked out expression and did as he said. He had me in the palm of his hand, melted and ready to bend to his will. His paced steadily increased at the new angle, I wasn’t able to form words as my body quaked beneath him, another orgasm gushing from me. His darkness took over as he relentlessly pounded into me, my legs shook as I bit down harshly on his thumb, we were being drenched and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His own whimpers and moans became louder and strained as he spoke.

“…oh fuck…yeah baby just like that…ugnnh…fuck fuck…s’fucking wet…all f’me…hmmm…”

His arms wrapped around me, his chains dragging and bouncing across my chest as he rutted into me, face buried in my neck peppering sloppy kisses and rough bites.

“..pretty girl…mmm….gonna make you mine baby…”

I clenched around him, my legs going numb at the overstimulation.

“…fuck that feels so good…cum on my cock again baby girl…mmmm…make a mess for me…”

He pulled my hands up, pinning them to the pillows with one hand while the other trailed between us and rubbed skilled circles on my clit. I gasped and whimpered at his touch, my body shaking again. I could feel him throbbing inside of me as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, I clenched around his pulsating cock, cumming for the fourth time.

“..mmmmm that’s my girl…”

He moaned as his brows furrowed and his breaths became sharp, soft whimpers escaping his lips.

“..Ch-chosoo…feels s’good..ah!..”

“..oh god baby I’m..fuck fuck….ohhhh!”

His steady pace became staggered as he pumped thick hot ropes along my walls, he whined and moaned as his hips twitched against me riding out his high. He slowed and collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and covered in cum. His strong arms wrapped around my petite form and held me tight as his placed gentle kisses along my chest trying to catch his breath.

“So…can I visit again soon..”

I giggled at his innocent mumblings, sounding much softer and bashful compared to a few moments ago. He peered up to meet my gaze questioningly.

“I wouldn’t mind, how long you give it before he finds out?”

“Surely a while, he’s not that smart. Long as you stay quiet.”

I pulled his grin to mine, tangling our lips together once more softly. He hummed into the kiss, his hand coming to cup my cheek and deepen the sensual moment.

“You make it hard to stay quiet.”

He chuckled and thrusted into me once more, causing me to moan, before pulling out of me completely. We both gasped and whined at the lack of sensation, taking careful breaths to regain our senses.

He rose to his knees, placing my thighs on either side of him as he began massaging my tender muscles and taking full view of the mess he’d made of me. He smirked and bit at his bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful baby…”

I blushed at his sweet actions and gentle tone, he had flipped a switch quickly and the butterflies swarmed once more within me.

Once we were cleaned up, (as much as we could without a shower) we clothed ourselves and ripped the soaked comforter off my bed to toss in the wash later. He leaned back on the bed, I lit a blunt and crawled on top of him, placing it between his lips. He lifted the bottom of my baggy t shirt and toyed lazily with the waistband of my fresh panties as he inhaled and stared back at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

He slightly furrowed his brows at my love struck expression as he passed the blunt back to me.

“How pretty you are..how big your cock is…”

I giggled and toked away, thick clouds rising from my lips. He smiled and lightly smacked my ass.

“S’all yours babygirl, whenever you want me.”

“Whenever I want?”

“Anything for my pretty girl, whenever she wants.”

I put the blunt between his lips and peppered kisses down his neck, we both would have some marks to cover up this week..

“I like the way that sounds…”

“Good.”

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We smoked the other two blunts and talked before realizing how late it had gotten…I offered for him to stay and sneak out to the couch, forgetting that Todo had fallen asleep there. Around 5am when our eyes got heavy, we exchanged a few last kisses and sweet words before tiptoeing out to the living room. As we came out the hallway entrance, the goddamned floorboards creaked again. A dim light was on in the kitchen, barely illuminating the towering form we both knew well. *flick* The overhead light came on, our heads snapped to the side in unison…caught. Todo was in his workout gear stirring a cup of tea and staring at us, an eyebrow raised and smirk growing. I sighed and dropped my shoulders, covering my face in embarrassment and bracing myself. Todo chuckled lightly before sipping his tea, letting us be tortured by this awkward silence for a few more moments..

“Go to bed. We have training in a few hours.”

I looked to Choso, sad I couldn’t kiss him one last time. He peered back to me with a similar expression, he lightly touched my hand as he turned towards the front door and took a step.

“Both of you.”

“What?”

Choso stopped and looked to me then his brother, confused.

“You should stay brother, it’s dangerous to drive after staying up so late.”

Todo sipped his tea casually, peering into us innocently. I couldn’t help but let a smile creep in, I extended my hand out to Choso. He looked a bit scared to take it, but did it anyways, cautiously eyeing down his brother.

“Thanks Todo..”

I mumbled as I began to pull Choso back down the hall.

“Keep it down…and use protection!”

Choso and I giggled and scoffed as Todo’s voice echoed down the hall.

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Okie dokie, hope y’all enjoyed😉❤️‍🔥

[the-golden-comet]

OC Questionnaire Tag 🧞‍♂️✨

oops let’s try again. This time with the correct title 😂✨

Thank you for the tag, @paeliae-occasionally ! ✨

Alright, Ali! Come on out and answer these questions 💛💫

1. What is your deepest fear?

Oh….I’m actually not too sure, sadiq. I’ve lived so long, and can get myself out of most messes except….the curse. I guess I’m already in my worst nightmare, haha. What can you do? Just gotta make the most of it.

2. What happened to your biological family? (Because no one in fantasy has a bio family)

Oh, long gone. I’ve been alive for thousands of years. I suspect my father died of old age sometime after 620 AD, and I never got to know my mother.

3. If you could visit any point in your world’s history, (or any point in your story if it is based on earth) when and where would it be?

I had dreams like this, al-sayid. I would go back to before the curse, see my father, give him a big hug, and tell him….I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being the son he wanted….I’m sorry for disappointing him so severely. I’m so, so sorry…

Alllllright I gotta stop chopping onions and tag people to answer these same questions: @fortunatetragedy , @wyked-ao3 , @autism-purgatory , @gioiaalbanoart , @inadequatecowboy , @alinacapellabooks , @theverumproject , @somethingclevermahogony , @minamaybe , @tildeathiwillwrite , @theaistired , @drchenquill , @honeybewrites , @noxxytocin , @jev-urisk , @sunglasses-in-the-bentley , +open tag! ✨

[kairithemang0]

Hiiii me again appearing in your ask box :3

What is & Juliet about? I've seen stuff about it a lot recently :)

OMG OK OK

So it's the story of Romeo and Juliet only Juliet doesn't off herself. She takes a bit to cry (singing baby one more time by Britney Spears MY BELOVED) and it's a wild ride where Shakespeare and his wife are also fighting over how the story should go, his wife wants more freedom for Juliet while Shakespeare wishes to keep things more traditional (they sing i want it that way it's great). So basically Juliet, her bestie May, and Shakespeare's wife who's name inside Romeo and Juliet is April and I believe her name outside is Anne but they all go to France and they meet this silly little goober at a party (they're all over 21 in this bcs Anne said so I love her sm) and Juliet is like "oh pretty guy" and May (who's nonbinary and I love them) is also like "oh pretty guy" and Frankie (pretty guy) is like "aw fuck... the nb is kinda cute" but Juliet kisses him so ✨drama✨and because it's romeo and juliet juliet and Frankie are gonna get married because I guess that's how relationships work

BUT

ROMEO IS ALIVE???? Yeah so shakespeare said fuck this and brought Romeo back to life (HE SINGS IT'S MY LIFE AND IT'S SO GOOD DFOUHEWORHOWUHROEWU) and he tells Juliet he still loves her but she's engaged (it's been 2 days max btw) and so now there's shit going on with them and also Frankie and May and Frankie and his Dad have a whole thing with him liking not girls and everything goes to shit at the wedding because Shakespeare is trying to bring the band back together (aka him, may, romeo, frankie, and the dad, they were a family group and the first 3 are hiding themselves as family it's a whole thing) and they sing at the wedding and it's great THE BOYS BANDS BACK ALRIGHT and shit hits the fan when Juliet says "yknow what fuck this I DON'T WANNA GET MARRIED" because she's stronger than yesterday now there's nothing but her way her loneliness aint killing her no more because she's STRONGERRRRR THAN SHE EVER THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD BE ive gotta stop singing

Basically at the end, May and Frankie get together, Shakespeare and Anne sort things out, and Romeo and Juliet begin a new chapter of their lives, where they date instead of saying "i'm marrying you" instantly

this is a horrible synopsis

[highpriestess13]

If you would like to book a reading with me, here’s the link ⬇️. If you’re unable to purchase from my website due to finances, you can message me and we can work out a plan. Please do keep in mind that these messages are for the collective, with that being said, not every message is going to resonate with you, if you’re feeling lost/ confused with a reading then more than likely the message/ reading isn’t for you & that’s alright! Take things with a grain of sugar! 😊

Earth Signs

Someone you love whether they’re here physically or have passed on, are currently thinking about you at this time! Your hard work and determination have paid off or are about to. You’re needing to connect more with your emotions, you may have water sign in your chart or could be dealing with one but you’re also needing to listen to your heart and hear what it’s telling you or trying to show you. There’s a lot of changes that you’re going through or about to and your intuition has been pulling you to follow the flow of where it’s trying to guide you (I hope that made sense 😂). Someone could be having sleepless nights, could be up worrying about certain things that could be going “wrong” in your life (which isn’t the case). You don’t need to worry about anything as you’re going to come out victories with whatever it is that you’re worried about, for others, this could be about some kind of results, if this is health you’re going to receive good results and I see you getting back to good health so recovery is going to be looking good for you. I see you choosing your own happiness and going after what you desire, could also be cutting off family as well… someone could be acting like an ✨ASS✨ lmao and it’s time to cut this person/ people/ behavior out. No more having to juggle your self worth, I’m hearing “it is what it is”. You’re going to be amazed at how a small idea turns into you receiving recognition and success. If you’re wanting to invent or invest into something… DO IT! Especially if you know you’re being called to do it! As for as that job 👀👀👀 that shit gots tuh go! You could be losing a job or quitting it.. you’ve put in the time that you needed to put in and now it’s time to start a whole new endeavor. For some of you, your job is VERY draining and maybe even toxic… yeaaaa that’s gotta go! Like ASAP! Don’t resist the change cause one or two things could happen 1. You’re going to have to repeat yet another tiring cycle 2. The Divine will forcefully push you out… which is what you’ll call a “tower”. Good things are happening for you, you just have to believe!

[acefaun]

Hey hope you're doing well. Take as much of a break as you need, stay safe bud

Alright. 🙏🏻 I think I'm ready to come back to my fandoms. You know, I think I'm finally starting to feel better. I have this familiar feeling in my chest like when I first started college; An urge to be creative and do more for myself. I even started drawing in a new sketchbook so I can get back to that happy feeling I had when I first started art and writing. I feel like I'm exploring something new all over again.

I went a few weeks with nothing. No inspiration to do anything. And just before that I had to give Gemini to my sister-in-laws family because my chronic illness flared up pretty bad. So I had to get over no longer having a roommate which was pretty upsetting. I really need to start taking me medicine like I'm supposed to in the morning

But everyone's been giving me support all around and I really appreciate it. 🥰 So I'll make it. I just feel like my anxiety was being more easily triggered with how personal I've been getting, so I think I'll leave my excitement for the fandom stuff.

Such as... I FINALLY GOT MY LOTR/HOBBIT BOOKS! And I gotta say, I've only read chapter 1 of The Hobbit so far; but I love the writing style. It's like Tolkien just suddenly found himself in Middle Earth and he's telling me personally about his experience with these weird ass people and I'm living for it.

Plus... I've been reading during my breaks at work and people think I'm reading a little bible. 🤭 All hail our lord and savior JRR Tolkien! ✨ In the name of Thranduil, Legolas, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

So... My posts might be coming in slow, but I needed to come back to the fandom world. I MISSED IT 🥺 I missed my space where my little fantasies could run amuck. 🍃 Thank you guys for being so supportive even though I vanished from the face of the Earth. 😚 I'll try not to disappear into the void without warning next time.

[yeschefthankyouchef]

i was listening to “all i need to hear” by the 1975 today and it made me think of these two idiots. came to check on them and imagine my shock and excitement when i realized that i missed not one BUT TWO UPDATES?! i’ve been missing them so much and this chapter did not disappoint - although it did hurt like a mf🤠

bear with me and my many many notes for this long and beautiful update🫶🏻

“Carmy wouldn’t lie, he was a little miffed that Mikey had given you a job here but strictly forbade him from even thinking about working at The Beef, but it was okay because he had a plan.”

GODDAMN!!! we’re just jumping straight into it! okay, okay, i see you lol. poor carmy - mikey is such an idiot (loving) for giving carmy something to be angsty at baby for

“She was nice he would give her that, but she always looked at him like she knew a secret he didn’t.”

maybe, JUST MAYBE, it’s because you look like a lovesick fool around baby you silly boy

“He had wanted to draw you for a while, and he tried once, but after picking out everything wrong with the drawing he decided that maybe your kind of features weren’t meant to be confined to the lines on a piece of paper.”

he is a lovesick FOOL. drawing her?? in the book SHE got him?? i’m dead fr.

“I don’t draw Claire that much do I?” The vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard.”

i knew that going back in time would possibly mean some claire angst and the masochist in me loves it but i also need her to swiftly ��get the fuck away✨

“The ending joke is made to bring yourself back to reality, if Carmy was drawing you it wasn’t for the same reasons he was drawing Claire.”

YOUCH. that one! that one hurt deep. the pain of unrequited (she thinks) love is other worldly.

“he wouldn’t lie though, he was excited for the day he would earn that same reaction after you tried his food.”

broooooooo just tell her you love her already

“The betrayal on his face when he found out you chose to go to a college on the West Coast.”

tell me why my heart just dropped to my feet even though i already know they get separated? it’s so an odd feeling to know that it’s the beginning of the end while the characters are still in blissful ignorance

“Yeah, you’re right. Not sure why I brought it up.”

have you even lived life if you haven’t experienced the PAIN of having to say this sentence. ouch.

“Thankfully though you had rejected every advance, and what kind of friend would Carmy be if he asked you to prom at the dinghy sticky table in the back of his family’s business?”

i was 🤏🏼 this close to throwing hands with carmy until i read this paragraph… boi is on THIN ICE still though

“Being able to connect your mom and your work mom through food always brought warmth to your heart.”

okay but this sentence has me fully melted on the floor - i love tina and i love the idea that baby is family to the beef family just as much as the berzatto family. this will definitely make things interesting when carmy takes over the beef in da future.

“It’s going to hurt if he doesn’t feel the same way, but you can’t keep living ya life waiting for him. You can be there for him as much as you want, that’s fine ma, but at the end of the day you gotta remember you’re the only person who got you.”

oooooooh yeah. carmys going to get his ass kicked in the future i’m calling it now.

“You know I’m proud of you right?” you nodded as you listened to Mikey’s words. “You’re gonna do big fucking things, Baby, don’t forget about us little guys alright.”

jesus christ this hurts so good - you just know this is one of those moments that just HAUNTS baby after he dies. these words are never leaving her fr.

“Mikey would speak to Carmy about it, if there was one thing he would get his little brother to understand, it was that allowing you to walk out of his life would be a colossal mistake.”

LOL too bad its going to fall on deaf ears

“Forcing him to constantly postpone the question he so desperately wanted answered”

the way that baby has all but asked him to prom and this idiot is still nervous to ask her

“Not that he wanted to go to prom with you romantically or anything like that”

it’s okay king we’re all delusional

“Looks like Carmy finally asked Claire to prom.” The words made your ears buzz, and the tickets in your back pocket felt like they were on fire now.”

NO HE DIDNT. NO HE FUCKING DIDNT. okay i take it all back i’m gonna pummel him for this. shaking my DAMN HEAD.

“Don’t sell yourself short, maybe I want to go to prom with you to mean something.”

honestly i’m team hayden for this - carmy should be taking notes

“Not realizing that with his overall awkward and shy personality, the girl in front of him thought this was his way of asking her to prom.”

okay so he’s safe from getting pummeled for now since hes just a stupid dumb boy but he’s still on thin ice.

“Your eyes widened at Carmy’s insinuation that the only reason anyone would go to prom with you was to fulfill their carnal desires.”

i think at this point i need to just kick his ass because everytime he gets out of a hole he jumps into a deeper one w t f

“He didn’t want to give you a reason to cease all contact after your move.”

how supremely ironic and hypocritical of him

“Claire was easy to be friends with; that is until Carmy decided he liked her”

i absolutely love this paragraph and how well it shows the complexities surrounding baby’s feelings about claire. just really really well written. and also OUCH.

“You look so gorgeous, Carmy is such a tool. Well, no offense to Claire.”

on a scale of 1-10 how bad of a person am i for thinking ‘full offense to claire’ with no hesitation

“Are tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb giving you a hard time Hayden?”

THEY REALLY ARE TWEEDLE DEE AND TWEEDLE DUMB THEY ARE THEY ARE

“Richie’s a looker too, you gonna call him pretty?”

i am laughing so hard at this oh my god - i love them so much it hurts. i’m reallllllllly not excited to say goodbye to the dynamic duo😞

“Unbeknownst to the two of you Sugar had watched the whole moment play out, quickly raising the Polaroid to capture the intimate moment between the two of you.”

methinks that this is going to come into play later lolololol

“he would spend every day for the rest of his life proving that he was enough for you.”

i want to watch this carmy brawl with future carmy because future carmy did a shit job at this

“The small nod of your head was the last sign Carmy needed before he surged forward capturing your lips in a harsh kiss”

the way i can’t even be happy about this because i know the amount of absolute shit he’s about to put her through

“You didn’t even think it could even be considered a kiss, more so a smack of lips against each other.”

i do, however, love this. i love how intimate and real it is - first kisses are awkward but that’s what makes them so fun

“You sat there for a moment calming your nerves, you were sure the conversation wouldn’t be brought up while you were working, but maybe Carmy came here looking for you specifically.”

i feel some bullshit brewing and i am shaking in my boots

“So caught up in your infatuation with the boy you’d been crushing on and finally got to kiss the other night, you hardly noticed Claire.”

wowwwwwwwww that didn’t take long. i’m not even surprised but goddamn does it hurt all the same.

“You silently slid into the walk-in, maybe it was unsanitary but you didn’t think you could face anyone as you finally let the first sob wrack your body.”

crying in the walk-in builds character😤 #hotgirlshit

“Two friends stood on opposite sides of a steel door, hearts breaking in unison as it felt like everything was fighting against what they both wanted. July would come and they would part ways, promises whispered to stay in contact and remain friends, neither soul knowing what the years apart would have in store for them.”

this is such an incredible last paragraph - i am unfortunately all fucked up in the brain from carmys dumbassery lol. boys gonna have to put in some serious work in the future - he is truly his own worst enemy

interlude one | parle-moi

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pairing(s): carmy x claire | fem!reader x male!oc | carmy x fem!reader | platonic!mikey x fem!reader | platonic!richie x fem!reader | platonic!claire x fem!reader |

summary: a glance into the final couple of weeks of carmy and baby's senior year.

warning(s): 18+ | miscommunication | carmy | teenage angst | teenage stupidity | mentions of prom | vague mentions of terminal illness | steamy make out session | dry humping | mild petting | neck infatuation? | pining | semi-unrequited love | idiots in fucking love | please let me know if i missed something |

wc: 13.7k

song inspo: parle-moi

please don't let any graphics hinder your imagination of fem!reader/baby, you could imagine her as a fucking smurf for all i care. any pictures used are NOT a representation of baby they just fit the chapter!!!!

also i describe hayden as atj's character in kick-ass because that's what i was watching while writing this chapter but you could imagine him as rasputin or liteally whoever you're into.

but also like atj and jaw are literally the same person just different fonts ya know? happy reading!

May 2013

Carmy watched as you manned the front of house at The Beef, you and Richie working seamlessly around each other as the both of you took turns at the cash register and running food to the customers who had decided to dine in. Carmy wouldn’t lie, he was a little miffed that Mikey had given you a job here but strictly forbade him from even thinking about working at The Beef, but it was okay because he had a plan. Carmy was going to pursue his dream of becoming a chef, not only that, he was going to become the best fucking chef he could be and prove to Michael exactly why he deserved to work alongside him at the family business.

It wasn’t necessarily fair for Carmy to be mad at you for earning yourself a job at The Beef, and he wasn’t. He knew you were only working there to save up money, he knew how badly you and your mom needed it. Things had gotten worse with your mom in the past two years. One of your aunts had come from the west coast to stay with the two of you as you finished up your senior year waiting to whisk the two of you away at the first chance she got. Carmy had met her a handful of times. She was nice he would give her that, but she always looked at him like she knew a secret he didn’t.

Leaning against the end of the counter as he waited for you to go on break, he watched as you made your way back from the dining area to the front, doing his best to capture your features. The slight sheen to your skin from running back and forth and the slight humidity that could be felt in the air. He took notice of the way your hair decorated your head, which pieces looked out of place. Carmy studied you with a curious eye, fingers drumming against the small sketchbook you had got him for his birthday. He had wanted to draw you for a while, and he tried once, but after picking out everything wrong with the drawing he decided that maybe your kind of features weren’t meant to be confined to the lines on a piece of paper.

Carmy watched as you laughed at something stupid Richie said, your laughter singing through the restaurant. Even as you turned to the window of the kitchen to share the joke with the rest of your crew, the large smile still hadn’t left your face.

You turned from the window removing the apron from around your waist as you approached Carmy, the remnants of laughter still on your face. You grabbed his hand pulling him along to the dining area where the two of you plopped down at your favorite corner table. The patrons are still there sending greetings to both of you. You nodded at Carmy’s sketchbook that now sat on the table, his hand lying flat atop it.

“Got anything new for me to look at?” You eyed the small book, always happy to look at whatever new drawing had taken over Carmy’s mind, even if they were of Claire.

Carmy followed your line of sight, a slight blush rising to his cheeks at your intrigue. He usually wouldn’t think twice about letting you parse through his artwork, your genuine interest always pushing him to keep up his hobby. “Uh, I’m not sure if you’ll want to see what’s in this sketchbook.”

Carmy’s fingers began drumming away again, the constant contact with the small book keeping him calm. You sent a teasing smile his way “Why afraid I’ll get tired of seeing your drawings of Claire?” You had meant for the quip to be a joke, although you were tired of seeing Claire’s face staring back at you through Carmy’s drawings, it wasn’t your friend's fault that she had stolen the heart of the boy you had been pining after for the better part of a year.

The frown on Carmy’s face told you that he may have taken offense to the slight joke, your teasing smile dropping as you felt the guilt creep in on you. “I don’t draw Claire that much do I?” The vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard.

You quickly shook your head wanting to appease him, “No Carm, guess I’ve just been around Mikey and Richie too much working here.” You sent him a small smile hoping to raise his spirits, “Word of advice though, some people might find it a bit weird if they knew someone was drawing them without their permission.” You leaned your head on the palm of your hand as you watched Carmy flush even more.

Carmy felt the heat of his blush rising on his neck and painting his cheeks an even deeper red, of course, you would think he was weird for randomly drawing your friend. His lack of experience and newfound fascination channeled into his drawings as he saw no other way to deal with his crush on Claire. He cleared his throat, eyes finding yours again, “Would you?” At the confusion on your face he swallowed, not wanting you to think him any weirder than he already felt, “Would you find it weird if I was drawing you?”

You watched Carmy sink into himself after asking you that question, your own heart melting a bit about the shyness Carmy exuded. “Carmen,” your hands reach out to clasp his between your own, “I would be flattered if you ever decided to draw me. Hell, maybe I’ll even commission you.” The ending joke is made to bring yourself back to reality, if Carmy was drawing you it wasn’t for the same reasons he was drawing Claire.

If it was possible for Carmy to blush even more, he was sure he would’ve looked like a tomato sitting in front of you. You always knew exactly what to say to stave his self-doubt, but recently your words had been more warming to him, something that he couldn’t explain. But he found himself hanging on to every word that left your lips a little bit more.

Before Carmy could get his response out Tina appeared by your table with two signature beef sandwiches for the two teenagers she had watched grow up. The two of you thanked her watching as she made her way back into the kitchen, not being able to spare a minute with the dinner rush starting soon.

You smiled up at Carmy before digging into your food, the warm bread and the seasoned beef caressed your tongue. You let out a sound of appreciation as you swallowed your first bite head tossing back to savor the flavors in your mouth. Carmy let out a small chuckle as he watched you, always finding your reaction to be overdramatic, he wouldn’t lie though, he was excited for the day he would earn that same reaction after you tried his food.

A content sigh escaped your lips as you wiped your mouth with the provided napkin, “I’m gonna miss this when I’m gone.” Carmy could hear the sadness in your voice, his own sense of sadness filling him as he remembered what fate held for the two of you after graduation. The two of you would be separated from each other in what felt like the first time in forever.

Carmy sat his sandwich down, slumping a little in his seat while trying his best not to bring the mood down, “You leave at the end of July right?” His question met your ears as you took in his kicked-puppy look, you remembered how well Carmy took the news when he found out. The betrayal on his face when he found out you chose to go to a college on the West Coast.

You nodded your eyes not meeting his as you tried to lessen the hurt in your heart. It's not like you wanted to be that far from Carmy but it really was out of your hands. Your mom and aunt decided it would be best to be closer to family amid your mom’s ever-declining health. “Yeah Carm, our flight leaves on the 31st.”

You took another bite out of your sandwich appetite dwindling, but not wanting to waste the food you know the crew loved making. The two of you finished your sandwiches in silence, neither of you wanting to talk about the future and more than happy just to sit in the other’s presence.

Reaching for Carmy’s plate you stacked your own on top of his before moving them onto the edge of the table, ready to take them when your break came to an end in five minutes. You sat up straighter in your seat imbuing yourself with confidence as you prepared yourself to broach the topic you weren’t sure Carmy even cared for.

“So Carm, prom is coming up, have you given it any thought?” Carmy knew you were trying to come across as nonchalant, but the gleam in your eyes told him otherwise. Hiding the small smile that graced his lips, he watched as you tried hard to act as though you didn’t care about prom. It was a bit funny to him.

“You know it's not really my scene Baby,” he watched as your shoulders slumped a bit. You had been expecting his answer so you weren’t sure why it affected you so much

You nodded your head, “Yeah, you’re right. Not sure why I brought it up.” You began playing with your fingers, you aren’t sure what you were hoping would be different this time compared to the other times you had brought it up to him. You knew Carmy wasn’t interested in you romantically, and you knew he wasn’t interested in going to prom, but you were holding out hope thinking he might pity you and join you at prom as your friend as one last hurrah before your big move.

Carmy felt bad, he didn’t mean to make you sad. He was just waiting for the right time to ask you. He knew how much prom meant to you, and had listened to you talk his ear off about going to your high school prom after your mom and his mom showed you pictures from their respective proms. He was still working up the confidence to do so though, every time he thought he was ready he would overhear the idiots in his homeroom with their own plans to ask you. Thankfully though you had rejected every advance, and what kind of friend would Carmy be if he asked you to prom at the dinghy sticky table in the back of his family’s business?

“I’ll think about it okay?” It was Carmy’s turn to reach for your hands, to assuage the sadness he could see overtaking your features. Your eyes met Carmy’s not sure if you had heard him correctly, you wouldn’t allow yourself to get too excited at the prospect that Carmy might want to attend the prom.

You sent Carmy a small smile and a nod before standing up from your seat and grabbing the two dishes still sitting on the table, “I’ll hold you to that Bear.” You headed towards the door to the kitchen disappearing from Carmy’s sight.

It was always odd for Carmy to hear you use that nickname for him. You had usually just stuck to ‘Carmen’ or ‘Carmy’ when you were feeling extra friendly. But hearing you call him ‘Bear’ always made his heart beat a little faster, the way the nickname left your lips making him feel warm on the inside. Knowing that such a special nickname had countlessly graced your tongue, a family name just for him that you had felt comfortable enough calling him always made his head fuzzy and his chest feel like it was on fire. The sound of the bell above the door snapped him out of his thoughts, he quickly gathered up his sketchbook, he didn’t know where he was headed, but hopefully, some fresh air would give him the courage he needed to finally ask you to prom.

Your shift ended an hour ago, but you always stayed later to help the crew clean up. Mikey began giving you rides home as you took on more hours, the one plus side of working for your neighbor. At that moment Tina was helping you clean the front of the house her favorite oldies CD popped into the ancient radio, the two of you had created a tradition since you started working at The Beef. Tina would shoo Richie to the back to clean her area so the two of you could catch up.

Tina had taken you under her wing when you first started working there, teaching you what she could in her spare time. Although you had no plans to work in a kitchen anytime soon, you still cherished the time spent together taking what she taught you and using them in your kitchen. Happily sharing with Tina what your mom thought about a recipe she taught you and bringing one of your mom's famous recipes for Tina to try.

Being able to connect your mom and your work mom through food always brought warmth to your heart. The women in your life all doing their best to raise you to be the best woman you could be. As you and Tina finished cleaning up, the two of you headed to the dining area where you would usually wait for Mikey as he finished up whatever he was doing in his office and Tina would sometimes keep you company.

The two of you occupied the same table that had earlier housed you and Carmy. “So did Carmy get his head out of his ass and ask you to prom?” The smile on Tina’s face showed how excited she was to hear about your progress in getting Carmy open to going to prom.

You hid your face in your hands, your big smile hiding behind it, “He told me he’d think about it, which isn’t a no but, I’m too scared to get my hopes up,” You smiled in Tina’s direction watching as she nodded the smile never leaving her face.

“Mama, why don’t you just ask him yourself?” Tina questioned searching your eyes, your smile faltered as you listened to Tina’s question, why hadn’t you just asked Carmy? It would’ve given you a straight answer, and you wouldn’t have had to wait around while he was being indecisive.

Your eyebrows pinched together as you looked at Tina in earnest, “But what if he says no?” The self-doubt creeping in, of course, you would ask him as friends, you didn’t want to freak him out but insinuating you wanted something more, even though you did.

Tina shrugged her shoulders, a small warm smile decorating her features “You can’t control his reaction Mija.” She leaned forward to clasp your hands in hers, “If you don’t ask you’ll never know.” You could always count on Tina’s solid advice to ground you.

And she was right the worst thing that could happen if you asked Carmy to the prom was his swift rejection. But the answer would always be rejection if you never asked. Tina squeezed your hands as you nodded, letting her words sink in as you calculated the best way to ask Carmy to prom.

“I see the way you look at him mama, and listen,” one of her hands shot out to raise your chin so you were looking at her directly. “It’s going to hurt if he doesn’t feel the same way, but you can’t keep living ya life waiting for him. You can be there for him as much as you want, that’s fine ma, but at the end of the day you gotta remember you’re the only person who got you.”

You could feel the tears on your waterline threatening to spill out, leave it to Tina to serve you the most heartfelt advice on a random Thursday night at a dining table at The Beef.

“I’m not saying you gotta let go of your feelings for him, just don’t lose yourself waiting for that boy to come to his senses.” With that Tina patted your hands as she stood from her seat, coming to your side of the table and planting a loving kiss on your forehead.

“You get home safe now ma, a’ight, make sure Mikey ain’t driving all stupid with you in that car.” You laughed at the jab Tina made about Mikey’s driving.

Standing up the two of you embraced each other in a hug, you were grateful to have Tina in your, and you were grateful to have met the Berzattos because without them you wouldn’t have been able to make all the wonderful connections you have now.

You waited for Tina to grab her stuff so you could walk her out. The two of you exiting The Beef you stood outside the entrance watching Tina as she made her way down the street, waiting until her petite figure was officially out of your sight before heading back inside and locking the door behind you.

Venturing to the back you stopped in the office doorway, Mikey sitting in the desk chair as Richie leaned against the desk the two of them whispering fiercely between each other. You gently knocked on the wall hoping to catch their attention, you learned the hard way that being privy to any whispered conversation these two had was never worth it.

“Uh, I’m ready when you are Mikey,” you looked between the two of them, the two giving off a more sketchy vibe than they usually did.

“You uh, didn’t hear anything you weren’t supposed to did you?” Richie’s question caused you to frown. They were definitely doing some sketchy shit that you wanted no part in.

You rolled your eyes before bending down to pick up your backpack on the floor next to the door. “You two are so fucking weird,” you crossed your arms over your chest as you looked between the two of them. Mikey finally rose from his seat and tossed you the keys that were sitting on the desk.

“Hey! That’s rude you know, I think I’m fucking great,” Richie’s response caused a tired smile to form on your lips.

“Yeah Rich, you can be cool sometimes. Goodnight Rich, get home safe.” You sent a small wave his way before leading the way to the car parked in the back of the lot, wanting nothing more than to get home, shower, and bundle up in your warm bed.

You unlocked your door before quickly sliding in and reaching over to unlock Mikey’s door. Silently rushing him along and immediately turning on the heat as Mikey settled into his seat reversing out of the lot.

“What were you and Richie even doing anyway?” You looked over in Mikey’s direction as your hands were placed in front of the vents supplying warmth to your body.

Mikey smiled at you before facing the road again your curiosity was always something he could count on, “Just keeping the business afloat. Nothing to worry over.” You nodded along, no stranger to the many problems The Beef ran into. It shocked you sometimes that it was still up and running, but you knew Mikey always found a way to keep things going.

“How’s school?” The question gained your attention, one of these talks is almost mandatory between the two of you, Mikey checking in on you and in a not-so-subtle way checking in on Carmy through you. You couldn’t pretend you knew why it was so hard for them to just talk to each other, but you guessed any effort was effort.

“Alright, I guess, just preparing for finals. Oh, guess what?” The giddiness in your voice earned a chuckle from Mikey as he nodded for you to go on. “I’m planning to ask Carmy to prom, but like as friends you know?” It was a bit ironic that every Berzatto except the one that mattered knew about your crush, but according to them, you weren’t very subtle about it.

Mikey’s laugh crumbled your resolve a bit, you weren’t sure if he was laughing at you or your idea. You flicked his shoulder sure he couldn’t feel it through his jacket, he raised his hand as a way to ward off your attack. Not that it was doing anything to hurt him.

You watched as Mikey pulled into your driveway never forcing you to cross the street on late nights. His hand reached for the ignition turning the car off as he shifted to face you in his seat.

“You know I’m proud of you right?” you nodded as you listened to Mikey’s words. “You’re gonna do big fucking things, Baby, don’t forget about us little guys alright.” You laughed a little confused about where this topic of conversation was coming from.

“I could never forget about you Brother Bear.” You teased the childhood nickname you gave Mikey pulling his lips into a smile. “I’m gonna write about you one day Mikey, gotta remember you to do that.” You watched as he just stared at you eyes roaming over your face, you reached across the console pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before moving to get out of the car.

Mikey’s hand reached out to grab your arm, “You gonna look out for Carmy even when you leave right?” You nodded at the question, feeling no need to elicit a verbal response. “Just keep an eye out for me will you, you’re good for Carmy.” You had no plans to cut Carmy off after your move, the two of you already discussed the best ways to keep in contact, the best season to catch a flight in.

“Come on now Mikey, you Berzatto’s are stuck with me for life, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” You laughed as Mikey rolled his eyes

“Get your ass in the house, Baby, I told your mom I’d stop bringing you home so late,” you nodded, picking your backpack up from by your feet on the floor. You quickly walked to your front door turning back to send Mikey a wave as he watched you get in safely.

Mikey sighed as he easily parked the car in his driveway just across the street. It was selfish but he needed you to stay in Carmy’s life in whatever way you could manage. Carmy would need you, the role you played in his life making him a better person than he already was. Mikey just hoped for your sake that Carmy put in the effort to keep you in his life, his little brother honing in on the Berzatto family habit of self-sabotage.

Mikey would speak to Carmy about it, if there was one thing he would get his little brother to understand, it was that allowing you to walk out of his life would be a colossal mistake.

Carmy was waiting for you in front of the school. Since getting your licenses the two of you had been taking turns driving the other to school, and today was his turn. He knew it would take you a good minute to make your way to the entrance since your class was located at the back of campus. It didn’t bother him though, it gave him a chance to try and calm his nerves. There was one week left until prom and he still hadn’t asked you.

He purchased the tickets a week ago. You had given him the perfect opportunity at lunch when you decided to spend the period getting help from your creative writing teacher.

Carmy just never felt like it was the right time to ask you, at least that’s what he was telling himself. In reality, he had plenty of opportunities, he just kept losing his confidence. Forcing him to constantly postpone the question he so desperately wanted answered.

For example, when he was visiting with your mom over the weekend and you were teaching him your mom’s famous peach cobbler recipe. He swore he was gonna ask you in the midst of baking, he knew you were into romantic gestures. Not that he wanted to go to prom with you romantically or anything like that. But then the two of you made a mess with the flour while trying to perfect your mom's homemade biscuits, flour getting everywhere including on the two of you.

Carmy decided as he watched you clean your face that right then was as perfect a moment as ever. The two of you were in high spirits enjoying each other's company, but then he watched as the evening light streamed through the kitchen window just perfectly. The sunlight lit up the features on your face he had somehow been overlooking for all the years he knew you. Your bright eyes and cheeky smile were solely trained on him.

And there he was standing in your mom’s kitchen, drowning in the attention you had always allotted especially for him. His smile faltered as he couldn’t help but just watch you at that moment, his breath hitched while his eyes skated over the planes of your face, the ache in his chest slowly dwindling his confidence. And Carmy decided he just couldn’t ask you that day. The timing wasn’t right. The two of you were a mess and he needed to find a bottle of Pepto Bismol asap.

So that’s how he ended up nervously waiting for you to exit school on a random Monday in May. Carmy made sure he was in the regular meeting spot as you two had dedicated it, out of the way of any other students. The two of you weren’t loners, well you weren’t, Carmy didn’t care too much for high school labels. But the two of you were fine being in each other’s presence with no need to include anyone else, and yeah sometimes you would run off with Claire or Hayden and try to invite Carmy, but Carmy didn’t need any of that. He got you and your attention every day of the week whenever he wanted, and for Carmy, that’s all he really needed.

Carmy finally spotted you making your way through the crowd of teenagers who were either waiting for their rides or just trying to prolong the day with their friends. An unconscious smile graced his features he had been waiting all day to finally just get things over with and pop the question. The two tickets held so tightly in his hands they were starting to crinkle. Letting out a deep breath, Carmy straightened up, wanting you to take his inquiry seriously, not sure his usual shyness would exhibit that he truly wanted to go to prom with you.

No longer able to wait, Carmy began walking in your direction, doing his best to avoid the bodies that didn’t care enough to pay attention to him. He made it halfway before the sight in front of him caused him to abruptly stop. Walking next to you was the tall boy he always felt himself feeling insecure around. Hayden had never shown Carmy any ill will and had even tried to include Carmy in conversation in the times he joined the two of you for lunch. But the teenager had something Carmy didn’t have; a reserve of confidence and natural charisma. The two of you had just met this year in your creative writing class and Carmy swore he would never hear the end of it.

Hayden was drinking in all your attention right now, the two of you bouncing ideas off of each other for your creative writing final. You thought Hayden was cool since your first meeting at the beginning of the year. The two of you became instant critique buddies, always asking the other to analyze a class assignment before you submitted it. At times you had thought about inviting him to hang out with you and Carmy outside of school, but you didn’t want to make Carmy uncomfortable, so the two of you remained friends inside the confines of high school.

You laughed at one of Hayden’s outlandish ideas, knowing if he turned in a paper on the topic of whatever conspiracy theory he was into at the moment they would probably withhold his diploma.

“Hey, check it out,” your eyes followed the path Hayden’s finger was pointing at, a small scowl painting your face at the scene playing out in front of you. “Looks like Carmy finally asked Claire to prom.” The words made your ears buzz, and the tickets in your back pocket felt like they were on fire now.

The two of you watched in silence as Carmy and Claire traded shy smiles with each other before he handed her one of the two tickets in his hands. When he told you he’d think about it, you weren’t aware he would think about going with someone else. The hope in your heart immediately died out as you watched the bright smile overtake Carmy’s face. You didn’t blame him, if you had the opportunity to go to prom with your crush, you obviously would have taken it too.

“You good?” The nudge to your arm broke you from your longing gaze, eyes finding Hayden’s through his dorky glasses. You nodded trying to shake the sadness off yourself, Hayden was great at reading people.

“Yeah, actually,” you took a small breath before continuing. “I know this is kind of weird, and you’re totally allowed to reject me. But would you maybe wanna go to prom with me? It doesn’t have to mean anything obviously, just two friends having a good time together.” You slipped the two tickets out of your back pocket brandishing them to Hayden. Even if you couldn’t go with Carmy you still wanted to attend prom and Hayden was a great second choice.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been waiting for you to ask me.” The lame joke caused the both of you to laugh as you shoved Hayden’s shoulder. He took one of the tickets from your hand walking backwards while still facing you. “Don’t sell yourself short, maybe I want to go to prom with you to mean something.” His loud voice catches the attention of the teenagers surrounding you. A group of underclass girls fawning over how cute they thought the scene between you two was.

You watched as Hayden disappeared to his car, a small laugh leaving your lips at Hayden’s antics, a part of you feeling giddy at the idea that someone wanted to go to prom with you as more than friends.

Carmy wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring at the interaction going on between you and Hayden, but it sure did suck the confidence right out of his insecure body. The thought of going to prom with you was just another failed idea as he was sure Hayden would ask you.

“You okay there Berzatto?” Carmy was snapped out of his trance by the presence that made their way to his side. His eyes shot to Claire’s, momentarily widening before he tried to calm his exterior. He nodded his head, giving himself a minute before even thinking of gracing Claire with an incoherent response.

“Ye-Yeah, just waiting for Baby,” his free hand raised to point in your direction as Claire smiled at him, eyes leaving him for only a moment. He dropped his hand not knowing how to continue the conversation, Claire was your friend and yeah he did have his fair share of classes with her, and she did only live down the street from the two of you. But he had never been alone with her on purpose.

The two of them stood in a stilted silence, both overcome by their shyness to say anything. Trying to ease the awkwardness Claire’s eyes landed on the tickets still tightly grasped in Carmy’s hands, finally finding an out to the silence. “I didn’t know you were into prom Carmy,” the statement reminded Carmy of what he had been planning to do in the first place.

One hand raised to run through his slightly grown-out hair, head nodding rapidly in response, “Yeah, Baby seems to be really into it.” Carmy didn’t notice Claire’s smile falter, of course, he was taking you to prom, you were the only girl that existed to him.

Carmy finally faced the girl standing next to him. The least he could do while waiting for you was hold a conversation with her. “Did you want to go?” Carmy watched Claire’s smile brighten, a confused look painting his features. Not realizing that with his overall awkward and shy personality, the girl in front of him thought this was his way of asking her to prom.

“With you?” She questioned the giddiness in her voice, easy to point out. Carmy’s eyes widened this time, this was definitely not his original plan. But he couldn’t just say no and turn her down he would’ve felt bad, plus he did have a huge crush on her, and Mikey and Richie had both told him to stop being such a pussy when it came to girls. So Carmy realized he had his answer.

“Yeah with me, i-if you want to I mean,” Carmy waited with bated breath hoping he hadn’t read the situation wrong. If Claire’s blush and wide smile were any indication he was on the right track. He raised the hand that contained the tickets between the two of them, plucking one out and offering it to Claire.

Their hands brushed as she reached for the ticket, Carmy’s smile matching hers as they fell into polite small talk about their day and their plans for after graduation.

“Don’t sell yourself short, maybe I want going to prom with you to mean something,” the sound of what they both knew to be Hayden’s voice drew their attention. They watched the fading interaction between you and Hayden, Carmy’s attention zeroing in on a laugh he heard over a hundred times.

The squeeze on his bicep removed his attention from you, eyes falling back to the girl he had just asked to prom, albeit accidentally. “They’re so cute! I can’t believe they’re going to prom together,” Claire’s excitement had somehow increased after Hayden’s obnoxious display. “Hey, maybe we can carpool,” It was wrong but Carmy couldn’t get himself to focus on the words leaving Claire’s mouth, too busy watching you watch Hayden.

“Oh hey, my mom’s here. We’ll figure it out later, see ya Carmy.” He sent a noncommittal nod in Claire’s direction, a slight wave sent to her mom who was patiently waiting in the car. Eyes immediately went back to your figure that had finally begun to make its way in his direction, the smile on your face confusing him. You didn’t like Hayden did you?

Carmy watched as you stopped in front of him before your hand reached out to shove his shoulder, “Why didn’t you tell me you were asking Claire to prom?” Carmy wasn’t sure why but your question irked him, the excitement in your voice crawling under his skin. It’s not like he had to run his whole life by you, you obviously didn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were asking Hayden to prom?” The hostility in Carmy’s tone and the frown on his face confused you, “You just asked him to prom so he’ll sleep with you.” Your eyes widened at Carmy’s insinuation that the only reason anyone would go to prom with you was to fulfill their carnal desires.

You scoffed rolling your eyes at his immaturity, “You have an ugly fucking attitude, Carmen.” The shove of your shoulder into his as you stormed off to the car cooled his anger down.

Carmy had no clue what the fuck had been going on with him, with the two of you recently. But he knew he needed to cool it with these mood swings before you decided to leave him behind for good. He only had you for the rest of the summer before your constant presence in his life would disappear. He didn’t want to give you a reason to cease all contact after your move. Carmy followed after you knowing it would be a silent car ride home.

Prom Night | Saturday

The week leading up to prom had been the most awkward week between you and Carmy since the dawn of your friendship. It's not like you were giving him the cold shoulder, but you sure weren’t as nice and friendly as you usually were with him. You only spoke to him out of necessity that week, your friendship with him on rocky ground after the accusation he threw your way.

It had gotten so bad that you had even begun inviting Claire and Hayden to your’s and Carmy’s self-proclaimed lunch table. You had told Carmy it was under the guise of figuring out the plans for prom night, but you just didn’t want to sit alone with Carmy as he acted like everything was fine between the two of you. And Carmy knew two, and if he was brave enough he would’ve admitted that it hurt to see you so upset with him to the point that you were no longer comfortable in just his presence.

He had even broached the topic to Sugar, hoping she would be able to give him advice since she was a teenage girl at one point, and probably understood your thought process better than he did. He regretted the decision immediately when she explained to him that because of the situation, he should be more worried about the way his words hurt you, rather than his feelings of you distancing yourself from him. She had gone on a long tangent about how you had every right to want space from him, the two of you were longtime best friends, and having someone you trust with your whole life deduce you to just your body would make anyone question the friendship. Carmy learned the hard way that Sugar wasn’t going to tell him what he wanted to hear just to make him feel better.

It was a tough week for Carmen Berzatto and it was nobody's fault but his own. Sitting on his bed he stared at the suit he would be donning tonight, the excitement he once held for prom, slowly dwindling with every smile you saved for Hayden that week. Every time you asked for Hayden’s advice before Carmy’s he felt his resolve cracking, for a constant time in his life your friendship with him was the only thing that truly belonged to him.

He wasn’t used to having to share your attention with anyone outside of his and your family. He wasn’t prepared for the smile he thought was reserved just for him, to so easily graced your lips when speaking with Hayden

You and Claire were getting ready together at your house, you had invited the girl to join you after she explained her mom would be out of town for a business meeting. The friendship between the two of you was still rather new, you wouldn’t go as far as to call her your best friend, but she was your first close girlfriend and you thought that counted for something.

Claire was easy to be friends with. She was a sweet girl with a bright personality and the two of you wondered how you had lived on the same street all this time and never became friends before senior year. Claire was easy to be friends with; that is until Carmy decided he liked her. After that day it was no longer just you and Carmy, it was you, Carmy, and Claire. And Claire was never even actually physically there, she was just a topic of conversation that Carmy couldn’t go a day without somehow bringing up.

You didn’t blame Claire though, how could you? And just as naturally you watched as your new friend fell for your oldest one. It hurt in the beginning to realize Carmy would never speak of you the way he spoke of Claire, but as time went on you got over it, the mantra ‘if Carmy’s happy, I’m happy’ slowly getting you through senior year. But it was agonizing when Claire confessed to you she had fallen for your shy doe-eyed shadow.

Luckily for you though the two of them were too shy to ever do anything about it. And maybe you were a shit friend for not telling Carmy that he did have a chance with his dream girl, but you would’ve been an even worse friend for revealing Claire’s secret behind her back. It was a lose-lose situation. So now you were relegated to being the middleman, lending both of your friends an ear to talk about their infatuations with each other.

And that’s exactly what you were doing right now as you listened to Claire drone on about how sweet Carmy was. And how cute he looked when he asked her to prom, and if you thought he would look good in his suit tonight; which yes, you did but Claire didn’t need to know that. You were almost starting to regret inviting her over, but you had to remind yourself it wasn’t her fault that you were too scared to admit your feelings to Carmy, or that you should’ve just asked Carmy to prom yourself with no hesitation.

“Which color?” Claire’s voice broke you from your pity party, the two of you sitting on the floor in front of your mirror, your respective makeup set out in front of you. You looked at the two eyeshadow palettes Claire was pointing at, quickly pointing at the one color palette that would work best with her blue-green eyes.

“I think these colors will make your eyes pop,” the small smile on your lips encouraging Claire to take your advice. “Can I be honest with you?” You were unsure that you wanted to have this conversation with Claire, but you’d always have Carmy’s best interest at heart.

Claire shifted to face you, your serious tone drawing her undivided attention. “Just be careful with Carmy, okay?” Your eyes flickered between hers to make sure she understood the gravity of what you were saying. “Not in a bad way or anything, it's just…he really likes you. And he’s not that experienced in the romance department, so just don’t expect too much of him,” you paused, eyes going down to watch as your fingers picked at the hem of your robe.

“He’s shy, ya know, and he’s a little self-conscious even though he does not need to be because he’s so cool once you get to know him. But if he seems a little clueless or doesn’t pick up on your queues, just don’t hold it against him okay? I know he’s going to try not to mess things up with you Claire.”

Your eyes found Claire’s face again, a small endearing smile on her lips, “You care about him a lot.” You laughed not meaning for it to sound as sarcastic as it came across, you did a lot more than care about Carmy. “I’m glad Carmy has a friend like you in his life,” Claire’s hand patted your knee, the truth in her words causing your heart to sink a little in your chest.

“Enough about me and Carmy, I didn’t know you were into Hayden!” The two of you giggled about the fact you were talking about boys and getting ready for prom, neither of you thought you’d be in this situation right now.

“I’m not. We’re just going as friends,” you said as the two of you began to paint your faces. “Well make sure he knows that.” You put down the lip liner you were examining, eyes flashing to Claire as she shot you a goofy smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You watched as Claire rolled her eyes at your obliviousness, you threw a makeup brush at her that she easily swatted away. “I’m just saying” the other girl’s hands raised in defense, “Hayden has like the biggest crush on you, he’s just too nonchalant to say anything.”

“Really?” The surprise in your voice stole a laugh from Claire. “Of course! Look, you didn’t hear this from me but he had plans to ask you to prom. You just beat him to the punch.”

You watched Claire for a minute as she resumed doing her makeup. Your own eyes find your figure in the mirror, a shy smile curving your lips. Maybe your head had been so far up Carmy’s ass you were too blind to see that there was another great guy out there ready to make you happy.

You thought of the advice Tina had given you a few weeks back, you would always care for Carmy. But if he was getting his happy ending tonight, it was only fair that you tried as well. As you and Claire sat there chit-chatting and getting ready, you thought about how different your life would be if you set your feelings for Carmy aside, and tonight was the best time to figure it out.

You and Claire made your way across the street to the Berzatto household where everyone was waiting for the two of you. Your mom and aunt left 30 minutes ago, Donna having invited them over for dinner while you all attended prom. You saw Hayden’s car parked in front of their house and couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea of spending such a fun night with him, you had only ever seen him as a friend but maybe tonight could change things.

You were pretty sure Donna was snooping through the windows excitedly waiting for the two of you to arrive because the moment your foot hit the sidewalk Donna threw the door open with a loud voice surprising the two of you.

“Oh my goodness! Look at you girls, you look beautiful!” Donna exclaimed as she made her way towards the two of you pulling Claire into a hug before throwing her arms around you, careful to mind the bulky Polaroid camera in her hand.

Removing yourself from the hug you peered behind her to see everyone else filing out of the house. Your aunt helped your mom as she talked Nat’s ear off about something you couldn’t hear. Mikey and Richie do their best to interrogate a calm Hayden, and Carmy awkwardly follows behind at the back of the pack, his suit hugging him well.

You were quickly pulled away from your assessment of Carmy as Nat made her way to you with a huge grin on her face. “Baby! Oh my goodness!” Her words became muffled as she pulled you into a hug. “You look so gorgeous, Carmy is such a tool. Well, no offense to Claire.” You let out a small laugh as you parted from Natalie, the two of you joining everyone else so the picture-taking could begin.

Before joining Claire and Carmy you stopped by Mikey and Richie to pick up your date, hoping they hadn’t gone overboard with the ‘intimidating older brother’ act. Squeezing in between the two older men you looped your arm around their torso pulling them into a double-side hug.

“Are tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb giving you a hard time Hayden?” The words leave behind a mock pout on your lips. You gave Hayden a bright smile, easily taking his suited figure in, he had forgone his round dorky glasses. But his signature unruly dark curls were in their usual mess atop of his head, and you would admit you appreciated it.

You watched as the once apprehensive look on his face turned into a bright grin at your words, a pretty blush painting his angular cheeks. “Wow, you look uh-”

“She looks what buddy?” Mikey’s tone left no room for questions, his arms moving to cross against his chest widening his stance to appear more intimidating.

“You look pretty.” You weren’t even given a second to respond as Mikey started in again.

“I look fucking pretty to you? Richie, this boy just call me pretty?” Mikey’s eyes never left Hayden’s even as his question was directed at Richie.

You watched as Richie copied Mikey’s stance, your arms falling from their movements. “Yeah Mikey, I think he fucking did.”

“Richie’s a looker too, you gonna call him pretty?” You watched as Hayden fumbled with his words, eyes searching yours for any help.

“Yeah Curly Sue, I wanna be fucking pretty too.” You weren’t sure how the conversation had gotten so out of control but luckily for you, your mom was there to save the day. Pulling Hayden’s attention to a conversation so he could escape your two personal bodyguards.

“You two stop giving that poor boy a hard time.” Mikey and Richie having no defense against your mom, let him join her as Donna came up to the three of you for a picture.

You resumed your initial position with them, arms finding their way back around their torsos. The two of them leaned down to press a kiss against both of your cheeks, a cheesy smile taking over your features as the three of you posed for Donna’s camera.

“Okay Baby, grab your cute little date and take some photos,” Donna motioned you over to where Nat was finishing up the couple photos of Carmy and Claire, now waiting for you and Hayden.

You maneuvered yourself from Mikey and Richie’s grip standing in front of them, the two of them looking at you with smirks decorating their faces. Although you found their antics to be stupid, you were glad to have people in your life who cared enough about you to try and scare your dates away.

“This kid not weird or some shit is he Baby?” Mikey scowled at you, arms finding their way across his chest. You shook your head, you thought you knew enough about Hayden to vouch for him. “No, he’s just a friend. It was a last-minute decision.” The two men stared at the boy who was waiting for you to take pictures with him, the pretty flower corsage in a box in his hands.

Mikey nodded in his direction signaling for you to go and join him, “You guys stop by The Beef after. Don’t want you and Carmy getting into any stupid shit.” You nodded before making your way to Hayden’s side. His smile caused one to grace your lips as well.

“Everybody wants pictures of us but uh, I need to give you this first.” You smiled as he shyly showed you the corsage, you watched as he removed it from its box. You held out your hand as he carefully slipped it on your wrist, surprised to see how perfectly the colors chosen complimented your skin tone.

You couldn’t help but share a small smile with him when the two of you caught each other’s eyes again. “Thank you, Hayden, it's beautiful.” The click of a camera drew your attention, eyes finding Nat’s as she looked at the image on her digital camera.

“Awe Baby! The two of you are so cute, okay give me a few poses.” Carmy couldn’t help but watch as Sugar gushed over you and Hayden, his mom keeping Claire’s attention as they discussed whatever it was they were so enraptured in.

He watched as the two of you took photos as if you were a couple and not just two friends going to prom. The two of you stood in the standard prom pose looking like the perfect match, Hayden standing behind you with his hands wrapped around your waist, the two of you smiling happily at the camera. The position changed slightly as Hayden rested his chin on your shoulder for one shot, slightly turning his head for the next shot so his lips caressed your cheek. From Carmy’s vantage point, you didn’t seem to mind.

Carmy was pulled into Mikey’s side as his older brother wrapped his arm around his shoulder. The two of them watch you and your date in silence for a moment. “Baby’s growing up isn’t she?” The question was not something Carmy was expecting from Mikey.

“Do me a favor and look out for her Carmy alright?” Carmy nodded, no one ever needed to ask that of him. “Better start treating her right before this becomes your feature.” Mikey looked down at Carmy hoping to drill the words into his younger brother, sending one more squeeze to his shoulder and an encouraging smile his way before leaving to join Richie in conversation with your mom and aunt.

Sugar caught Carmy’s eye, a melancholy smile on her lips, “Carmy come, let me get a picture of you and Baby together!” He looked to his mom and Claire, the two of them giving him nods of encouragement. He gently took the Polaroid camera from his mom's hand knowing you’d like at least one Polaroid of the two of you before heading in your direction.

He approached you and Hayden as the two of you were having a quiet conversation, “So if I potentially called you baby non platonically how would you feel about that?” Carmy wanted to gag and was relieved as he watched you roll your eyes at the cheesy pickup line.

“Eww, actually please don’t,” Carmy stood there in silence watching how chummy the two of you were and feeling awkward for just listening.

“You’re right, my girl has a better ring to it.” Carmy’s eyes widened he had no idea where the fuck this kid's confidence was coming from but it sure was starting to piss him off. He watched your mouth hang open partially at a loss for words apparently just as appalled as Carmy.

The hand reaching up to cup your chin almost sent Carmy into a full spiral, “Close your mouth, can’t have my girl swallowing flies.” Camry was about to blow his shit! Who the fuck did this model-looking motherfucker think he was?

“Hey, pretty boy! None of that slick shit in my yard!” Carmy had never been more thankful for Mikey’s obnoxious personality, watching as you and Hayden laughed together looking thick as thieves.

He quickly took his opportunity to squeeze his way into the space Hayden had once taken up. Carmy could feel the tension as he stood next to you, he quickly handed the Polaroid off to Sugar so she could take the picture before making his way back to your side.

Neither of you spoke a word as you got into position standing in a side hug so the awkward tension between the two of you wouldn’t be as noticeable in the final photo. As you fixed yourself to make sure you were presentable, Carmy found himself enraptured with you carefully sliding his arm around your waist.

The way you had chosen to style your hair was something he wasn’t accustomed to. The new style allows the angelic planes of your face to be showcased, the apples of your cheeks and your cheekbones catching his eye. The pretty sparkly stuff on your eyelids catching the dimming sunlight he was almost tempted to touch it. He liked the earrings you had chosen and the way the pearls sat so prettily around your neck he wanted to trace each one.

The square neckline of your dress showcased your perfectly sculpted collarbones. Carmy was so lost in his study of you he hadn’t thought twice about running his thumb across the one closest to him. The touch tickled you enough that your body was now slightly turned into his. Carmy cleared his throat, “Uh…um there was a bug.” He watched as you nodded along with his lame excuse.

Your hand came up to smooth out his pocket square that sat atop his heart. Carmy caught your eye before you could face the camera head-on, he gave your waist a slight squeeze to give himself a boost of confidence. Carmy watched as you stared up at him questionably the two of you just staring at each other for a moment.

Carmy’s eyes darted over your face, taking in your features before losing himself to the shape of your lips for a moment. “I think you look beautiful tonight Baby.” The words left Carmy’s lips with no sense of apprehension, no shyness. He was sure of himself; sure of his statement.

You had leaned into him a little bit more, your eyes rapidly blinking as your brain realized what he said. Carmy watched as a small shy smile graced your lips, his own soon following as he realized just how important it was to keep that pretty smile in his life.

Unbeknownst to the two of you Sugar had watched the whole moment play out, quickly raising the Polaroid to capture the intimate moment between the two of you. A moment she was hoping would finally lead to more between the two of you.

“Thank you Carmy,” Carmy watched as you leaned in slightly before stopping yourself and quickly readjusting so you were facing Sugar head-on. Carmy wasn’t sure what had changed between the two of you in these last couple of weeks but as Carmy forced himself to look away from you, he found himself thankful for whatever ushered in that change.

Carmen Berzatto knew at that moment, he would want for no one else the way he did you. And he would spend every day for the rest of his life proving that he was enough for you.

You and Hayden were leaning against his car as the two of you watched Carmy walk Claire down the street to her own house. Hayden had volunteered to drive you all to prom, and when your fun was done there happily drove you all to The Beef, excited to try the sandwiches you couldn’t stop raving about.

And now the night had come to an end, the four of you all ending back up at your starting destination. You thought the media embellished high school prom a bit, but you hadn’t regretted your decision to go and were happy to have spent such a memorable night with people whose company you enjoyed.

Hayden’s arm was brushing against yours, his suit jacket almost swallowing you up. You were grateful for the jacket, the night growing colder as time went on. The two of you were calmly standing in each other’s presence, the silence not bothering either of you. Tonight with Hayden was fun, you enjoyed how goofy he was. Always doing what he could to make you smile and laugh, you were scared things might have been awkward due to the romantic undertone of the event.

“I had a really good time tonight Hayden, thank you for being my date.” You couldn’t help the shy smile on your lips, you were sure your cheeks would be sore from smiling the whole night away.

Hayden sent you a bright smile of his own head nodding along, “Me too, I’m glad you decided to ask me.” The two of you stood there for a moment just smiling at each other.

In the movies, this was usually the moment a kiss would happen. But you weren’t sure if you wanted Hayden to kiss you, you enjoyed his company and you thought he was a great guy but you didn’t feel anything romantic for him yet and didn’t want a single kiss to lead him on.

You leaned up slightly, your lips caressing his cheek as a form of thanks. “Maybe…we could hang out some other time?” If you were really going to put your happiness first it would be necessary to put yourself out there.

“I’ve got you till the end of July don’t I?” Your eyes find Hayden’s cheeky smile as his hand raised your chin. You nodded eyes searching his face, wondering what these next two months might hold for the two of you.

His thumb began to rub back and forth on your chin, your breath hitching as you watched him lean down. Mind going blank, panic filling you as you tried to figure out if this was something you wanted. You stood still, nerves racing through your body as you were about to have your first kiss.

You watched as Hayden’s eyes flicked to the side before he reluctantly stepped back, thumb brushing your chin one final time before his hand returned to its side. You followed his line of sight to see Carmy approaching, standing a little distance away to wait for you.

Turning back to Hayden you sent him one last smile, the boy pulled you into a hug engulfing you with a slight kiss pressed to the top of your head before the two of you moved apart. You quickly slipped off his jacket before handing it to him, moving back so he could get in his car. You watched as he sent Carmy a small nod in goodbye before his car disappeared down your street.

Letting out a small sigh you turned to where Carmy was waiting for you a shy smile on his face. You smiled back as you approached him the two of you walking up the sidewalk to his front door, you knew your mom and aunt would still be here at this time.

The two of you entered the house greeting the four women that were sitting in the living room having their small party. Questions were thrown at both of you about your time and making sure your dates made it home safe all the usual questions to be expected after prom. You listened as your mom told you that you would be leaving soon. Knowing that when it came to your mom soon could mean in the next five minutes or the next two hours.

Your eyes found Carmy’s as you let out a small yawn, his eyebrows raising in question before nodding towards his room. You made your way to follow him up the stairs too tired to contribute to the conversation happening in the living room.

Entering Carmy’s room you made your way to the foot of his bed to sit down, quickly removing your heels a sense of relief filling you. Dropping your heels you watched as Carmy stood by his door looking as though his mind was racing. You smiled at him patting the spot next to you, a sort of peace offering.

“How was your night, Carmy?” You watched as he made his way to sit next to you, head falling to rest on his shoulder as you awaited his response.

“It was fun, yeah, Claire was really nice.” You watched as he blushed, you might have felt a little sad any other night but right now you were too exhausted to care.

“Why didn’t you kiss Hayden?” The question hit you like a shot of espresso. You raised your head from Carmy’s shoulder trying to find his eyes as he kept his head focused on his clasped hands. “I don’t know, I don’t think it felt right.” You genuinely had no good explanation for Carmy, you didn’t even have one for yourself.

“Did you kiss Claire?” Your question came off a little more hostile than you had intended. Carmy sat up, eyes finally meeting yours as he shook his head. You felt guilty at the relief that flooded through you.

“No, it didn't feel right.” You let out a small laugh at the recycled explanation, a similar one leaving Carmy’s lips as he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Gosh we’re such losers,” you giggled, bumping your shoulder with Carmy’s. “I thought for sure you would’ve taken your chance to kiss Claire tonight.” You wiggled your eyebrows in a teasing manner, the ice that had been ruining your friendship this past week seemingly forgotten.

Carmy gulped as he continued to study you. “Maybe she wasn’t the girl I wanted to kiss tonight,” Carmy’s words caused your joking mood to quickly sober up, the smile disappearing from your face completely as you realized just how intently he was staring at you.

“Carmy,” your voice trailed off, not sure what the boy in front of you was getting at. You stood up needing a bit of space to understand the underlying message in Carmy’s words. “Carmy, what are you talking about?”

He followed your movements, the two of you both standing up now, faces inches apart. You couldn’t help but follow Carmy’s tongue as it quickly traced his lips, your own coming out to wet yours. The room was silent as you waited for Carmy to say something, anything. Your heart began to beat faster as the 10 words Carmy spouted in your direction gave you a sense of hope.

Your breath hitched as you watched Carmy’s hand raise, his eyes falling to your neck. You felt his fingers delicately trace the path of borrowed pearls, each touch leaving behind a whisper of something you couldn’t place. You allowed him to continue, too nervous to say anything at that moment.

His hand began to trace its way up the side of your neck, soft touch making your knees weak. He looked to be in a trance lost in the idea of you. A gasp escaped your lips as his hand gripped the side of your neck, fingers gently tugging the hair at the nape of your neck.

Carmy couldn’t explain it, but this, you standing so beautifully in his room right now, lips parted slightly as you waited for him to make the final move felt right. It felt so right it didn’t matter who either of you went to prom with, it didn’t matter that this would be the first kiss for both of you. What mattered was that it was you here with him; you who had always been with him, he would’ve given everything to be deserving of you.

The small nod of your head was the last sign Carmy needed before he surged forward capturing your lips in a harsh kiss. The two of you were so inexperienced your teeth clashed together. The roughness brought the both of you back down to earth, you couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward that first kiss was. You didn’t even think it could even be considered a kiss, more so a smack of lips against each other.

You watched the shy blush rise on Carmy’s cheeks, you could tell he was feeling self-conscious about the whole situation. Your hand raised to gently caress the hand that was still placed on the side of your neck.

Eyes locked you sent him a warm smile leaning in slightly a small whispered “c’mere” breathed between the two of you as you gently pressed your lips into his. Your eyes closed as you felt Carmy relax into the embrace, a sigh leaving his lips as he tugged you closer by the hand wrapped around your neck.

The two of you pulled apart eyes fluttering open as you drank in each other. Neither of you say anything for a moment, the room is filled with the sounds of your soft breathing. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening, all these months of unrequited feelings and secret pining, and here you were kissing Carmen Berzatto in his bedroom.

You watched as Carmy let out a shy laugh, thumb caressing the space behind your ear. Your smile matched his, the two of you watching the other with goofy smiles playing on your lips.

“Can I-,”

“Yes.”

Carmy gave you no chance to finish your sentence before he eagerly agreed and surged back in to kiss you. His lips felt like heaven against your own, you had wondered what this moment would feel like if it ever happened. If Carmy’s lips felt as soft as they looked, what would their natural taste be like?

The kiss continued as Carmy’s tongue poked out to shyly glide across your lips, you smiled into the kiss before parting your own. Easily inviting him in, the two of you languidly moved in sync, no battle to be fought as the two of you enjoyed the caress of each other’s mouths.

You couldn’t help but moan into Carmen’s mouth a hunger you didn’t know you had finally being satisfied. The small tug on your hair caused your mouth to open wider, the kiss becoming sloppy as the two of you gave in to your desires. You felt Carmy’s hand delicately trace your neck, his infatuation constantly leading him back to it.

The bite on your lip caused a harsh gasp to leave your lips, Carmy quickly pulling away at the noise. He looked at you with wide fearful eyes scared that he hurt you, ruining a good moment too soon.

“I - I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” Seeing Carmy so worried and vulnerable at the moment sent a thrill of warmth through your body. Your confidence grew as his faded, you took a small step into his space backing him up into the foot of the bed which caused him to resume his sitting position.

You could get used to looking down at Carmy.

You raised the hem of your dress so you could maneuver yourself into his lap, arms going to wrap around his neck. Carmy watched you like a deer in headlights, this new sense of confidence making you feel brave. As Carmy sat there like a statue you gently removed your hands from around his neck to guide his to your waist.

His hands squeezed your hips as you quickly adjusted yourself in his lap, Carmy’s eyes following the hem of your dress as it moved up more exposing your thighs. “Won’t you kiss me again Carmy?” The small whisper bounced off of Carmy’s lips due to your proximity, you watched as he rapidly nodded his head, hands squeezing your hips for dear life. You gave him a small smile before the both of you surged forward eager to be connected again.

As the kiss between you deepened you began unconsciously rolling your hips into Carmy’s the feel of his lips searing into yours making you want more. You listened as a strangled noise left Carmy’s lips before he pulled away again, you quickly stopped your ministrations.

“Is this okay, do you want me to stop?” The question caused Carmy’s head to rest against your rapidly rising and falling chest.

“No-no I-I just need a minute.” You were beginning to feel guilty, maybe you had come on too strong and Carmy was just confused about his feelings. You began moving to get off of his lap not wanting him to be any more uncomfortable than he probably was.

You stopped as a blissful sigh escaped Carmy’s lips, his eyes finally moving to meet yours. You sat there silently as the grip on your hips tightened a sigh parting your lips as Carmy bucked up into you while he guided you back and forth. The direct eye contact somehow increased the sensation between the two of you.

“I-I like it when you move like that.” You nodded along to Carmy’s words, continuing the movements yourself as Carmy’s lips found your neck trailing open-mouth kisses on any bare piece of skin he could. One hand quickly reached up, sliding the thin strap of your dress down, so he could finally appreciate your collarbones in the way they deserved.

In all honesty, neither of you had any clue what the hell you were doing, but whatever it was, it was working. No matter how messy the touches were, or how sloppily you were kissing each other every movement felt right.

Carmy was lavishing your chest and neck in any way that he could, kisses trailing over each collarbone. An impromptu bite in the space where your neck and shoulder met caused your breath to hitch. Your hips created a rhythm against his as the two of you lost yourself to the bliss.

A loud knock at the door interrupted the two of you. Carmy quickly removed his lips from your neck, doing his best to shield your body in case someone walked in. Neither of you knew how long it had been, too caught up in losing yourself to each other, too caught up to realize how far things had almost gone.

The knock sounded again as your aunt said your name, “We’re heading out, meet us downstairs.” Footsteps leading away from the door calmed the nerves both you and Carmy had been feeling, eyes peeling away from the door to match with each other.

No one said a word as the two of you stared at each other, you taking in Carmy’s flushed appearance. As he admired your disheveled figure above him, the confidence quickly left your body as you shuffled to get off of his lap.

The hand on your hip stopped you as you eyed him curiously, he slowly reached up to fix the straps that he had slid off of your shoulders, the slow shy touches caused your head to spin. He helped you stand up before adjusting the hem of your dress. You quickly glanced away as he tried to subtly adjust himself.

The shout of your name from downstairs forced you to rush to his bathroom mirror to fix any obvious differences in your appearance. By the time you came back, Carmy was holding one of his knit crew necks out for you to slip on.

His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, “Uhh, it's cold outside.” You smiled gratefully before slipping the crew neck on, quickly scooping up your heels as you made your way to the door. You turned around facing Carmy one last time with a wide smile on your face, you leaned in prepared to end the night with a sweet kiss.

Carmy leaned in pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, the two of you scoring the intimate moment. Carmy couldn’t help but smile as he watched you leave wearing his knit crew neck, part of him hoping it smelled of your scent upon its return.

Carmy hadn’t expected the night to take the turn it did, but he was thanking his lucky stars that you went along, no questions asked. Neither of you knew what this meant for the future of your friendship, or if this would blossom into something more. But the two of you were both lost in the bliss of your actions to think too long on it for the rest of the night.

Sunday Evening

You hadn’t seen much of Carmy over the rest of the weekend, instead spending the free time with your mom and aunt. You also weren’t quite sure how to approach him, and the fact that he hadn’t approached you either signified you were both at a standstill, neither of you sure how to broach the topic.

It was Sunday evening and you were on your way to The Beef picking up an extra shift after Mikey called to ask if you could come in. Richie had to leave early for whatever the hell he did in his spare time.

As you parked in the back lot, you were surprised to see Carmy sneaking through the back door. Your heart began to thud a little faster, it was stupid, but you hadn’t thought you’d be seeing him so soon. You sat there for a moment calming your nerves, you were sure the conversation wouldn’t be brought up while you were working, but maybe Carmy came here looking for you specifically.

You got out of your car, locking it behind you before entering the establishment. Quickly punching your time card before grabbing one of the spare aprons and heading to check in with Mikey.

The dinner rush would be starting soon and since Richie was gone you’d have to balance working the cashier and running food to the diners. You walked around, head popping into the office to let Mikey know you were there.

The two of you crashed into each other as he was making his way to the kitchen, arms shooting out to steady you so you didn’t fall.

“Thanks for coming Baby, but uh if you wanna go home I won’t stop you.” You watched Mikey awkwardly scratch the back of his head, eyes darting around the kitchen as he watched the controlled chaos ensue. Surprise etching your features, not used to Mikey being the awkward Berzatto in your life.

“No, I don’t mind kind of needed to get out of the house anyways,” you smiled at home before heading to the front to take care of the line that was beginning to form.

Most of the orders were for takeout so you hadn’t been rushing back and forth too much. But the Johnsons, an old couple who ate dinner here every Sunday, was your first dine-in order, the two greeting you before heading back to their favorite table.

You turned to the window waiting for the order you had already given, watching as Tina made her way to you apprehensively.

“I can run this for you Mama if you want me to.” You shook your head sending her a smile before taking the two red baskets from her hand and making your way to the dining area, eyes instantly spotting the older couple.

“Two famous Italian beef sandwiches for my favorite regulars,” you smiled down at the couple setting a tray in front of each one respectively.

“Say, honey, isn’t that your little friend over there?” You watched as the woman subtly pointed at another table, you and her partner both taking in the scene in front of you.

You felt a wide smile spreading over your face as you took in Carmy’s figure, the shyness exuding off of him. His lips brandishing a small smile, it took the laughter of his table mate to slap the rose-colored glasses off your face.

So caught up in your infatuation with the boy you’d been crushing on and finally got to kiss the other night, you hardly noticed Claire.

The two women sitting at the table in front of you sharing a knowing look, guilt seeping through as they alerted you to something you’d rather be ignorant to.

“I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t mean to upset you. Mabel been telling me I oughta learn when to shut my big mouth. If I ain’t listen 20 years ago I sure wasn’t gone figure it out by now.” You let out a sad pathetic laugh at Ms. Sadie’s explanation doing your best to compartmentalize your feelings.

“Shame though Baby, that boys missing out on something good. You looked at that boy like he parted the heavens and earth. My Mabel used to look at me like that, you know, the only thing she looks at like that now is cake and these damn beef sandwiches.” Ms. Sadie’s laugh unconsciously draws one of your own, finally taking your attention from Carmy and Claire.

“Oh hush up now Sadie and let the girl get back to work,” another watery laugh escaped your lips. “Talking this sweet girl's ear off like she wants to listen to you on top of watching the boy she loves on a date.”

Your head shot to Ms. Mabel’s slightly taken aback by her word choice, she settled you with a look. “Don’t go giving me that look now. You may be foolin' that boy and yourself but you ain’t foolin' anyone with eyes baby.” You let her reach out to gently pat your hand, the two women in front of you made it hard to keep your calm facade up.

“You gone on and head home Baby, and if Michael has a problem with it you let him know Ms. Mabel and Ms. Sadie said it was okay.” You let out a real laugh, the sound caught the one boy’s attention you didn’t care for right now.

“And tell your momma to stop by if she’s ever feeling up for it,” you sent the couple a small smile nodding your head. “Yes ma’am, you two enjoy the rest of your night.” With that, you began your journey out of the dining room.

You stopped as you heard Claire call out your name, turning inside the doorway as she sent you a wave, returning a small one as you purposefully avoided giving Carmy any attention.

You made your way into the kitchen no one needed to ask what was wrong as they took in your somber mood. You silently slid into the walk-in, maybe it was unsanitary but you didn’t think you could face anyone as you finally let the first sob wrack your body.

The fact that you knew this incident wouldn’t change your friendship with him irritated you to no end. But you cared for him so much that you just couldn’t force yourself to quit him. Maybe this move was what you needed, the time spent apart would allow you to discover who you were outside of Carmen Berzatto. You would do your best to allow the friendship between the two of you to keep flourishing, but whatever Carmy decided was best for him, you’d just have to live with it.

You hadn’t realized how long you were standing in the walk-in until Mikey entered. Body engulfing yours in a hug as his warmth radiated through you. The older Berzatto allowed you to stain his shirt in tears, neither of you saying a word as the sound of your sorrow painted the walk-in.

The youngest Berzatto’s hand stilled on the door handle as he listened to your faint cries. His own heart broke as he realized that he hurt you again. Head hitting against the exterior of the door, he didn’t deserve you, didn’t know if he ever would. Carmy forced himself to listen to your faint sobs wanting to console you at this moment but not knowing where the two of you stood.

Two friends stood on opposite sides of a steel door, hearts breaking in unison as it felt like everything was fighting against what they both wanted. July would come and they would part ways, promises whispered to stay in contact and remain friends, neither soul knowing what the years apart would have in store for them.

a/n: i apologize if anything in this chapter doesn't make sense or is wonky, i've been editing for 3 days straight and i feel like i can't read english anymore. hope you enjoyed! i also have a whole playlist if anyone is interested!

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[nicoscheer]

01 Oct '23

Kia Forum

Los Angeles, CA, USA

Via

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The fucking close up of his hand Jesus Christ in a bicycle (also the one exactly when he’s playing with his hair or the last one or; you get the gist)

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I’m gonna cry 😭😭🫶🏽❤️ they are brothers/family

Are we enjoying ourselves, you’ve been very good so far

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Suck it and see

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The ultracheese 😭😭 “it’s not finished” 🤣 darling we know we just gotta give room for the emotions or we might spontaneously combust

Al pulling on imaginary chords during why’d you only call me when you’re high

Not him wrapping the mic chord around his face to make Tom laugh (the way he actively checks to make sure he’s watching him; drying pretty visitors)

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Big ideas

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Ultracheese

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SIAS

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Love how he’s talking bout people’s backs that makes him saying that he can tell if Alex is having a good or bad show just by looking at his back even better

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Al knows what you did and he’s disappointed in you (his Bambi/puppy eyes; the fluffy hair but Al’s the immense dark circles, I’m gonna be so sad when the tours over but they deserve to sleep for a month straight)

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Fragile

The caption is heart wrenchingly sweet but also sad (like one of his brothers basically just told the internet watch out he’s fragile be careful)

He’s not very well, he’ll be alright by the time we play. He didn’t go mad or anything, he just feels a bit…. I don’t know… fragile

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"It's not everyday you get invited to play for the @arcticmonkeys for their end of tour wrap party. So grateful to these sweet amazing dudes for having us and treating us so nice.

Especially bassist Nick O'Malley who suggested we play their event! So grateful True gentlemen all around."

Via

Sculptures of anything goes

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Mean It

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Ari says those three magic words, but not exactly in the way you were expecting

⚠️: First and foremost, Ari (you already know), mentions of alcohol and intoxication, pretty much all fluff

A|N🎙: This is gonna be a little flashback based off this post from Instagram I saw and thought was really cute☺️. I hope you guys like it!

Stumbling through Ari’s front door with his log of an arm around your shoulders, you’re pretty proud of yourself being able to carefully help him inside without either of you falling or breaking your own ankles in your black stilettos. Sure there was an accidental bump of his head getting him out the passenger seat and the knock of his knee against the door, but he’d live.

“Alright big guy, back to your humble abode,” you sigh leaning your adorably drunk boyfriend against the wall as you locked the door behind you. Face splotched red and a giddy smile on his pink lips, you were glad he wasn’t a sloppy drunk that couldn’t hold his liquor. Or an angry one at that.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” he nods shrugging off his jacket and trying to place it on the hook multiple times before giving up and dropping it to the floor.

“You need water? Wanna lie down?”

He’s quiet, just slowly blinking at you and making you slightly worry before he’s grinning again. Grabbing your hands to bring them to his warm lips as he steps closer. “Thanks for coming. Boys loved you.”

“Of course, I enjoyed them too.”

You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Ari invited you to his friend’s birthday party. Before tonight, neither of you had met the other’s friends; just heard about them through stories and overhearing the occasional phone call. Were they a rowdy bunch? Or was a party to them a small gathering of people with a little wine in a mostly serene setting? While it wasn’t exactly like meeting his family, it was still important and you hoped they liked you.

“You have fun?,” you ask even though you already had a good idea of his answer.

“Sooo much!,” he smiles, apparently unfazed when his head bumps into the wall behind him. His eyes shut as he reminisces. “Haven’t hung out like that since…homecoming senior year.” Kicking off his boots, he’s about to go into more detail when the sight of you bending your leg starting to remove your heels makes him dramatically gasp and startle you.

“What?!”

“No.” Before you can question him, he’s flopping down to the floor—nearly toppling over from the sudden drop—pushing your hand away and fumbling with the string as he tries to rid it from above your ankle.

“Ari,” you softly giggle peering down at him, “honey it’s okay, I got it.”

“I do,” he hiccups. “You get comfy.”

As soon as the shoe falls to the floor, you feel his lips pecking your knee and feather light touch sliding up your calf while gently placing your recently shaved leg down to move onto the next. Your hand finds the back of his neck as he works, nails dancing along the small prickles of hair at its base before inching towards his longer strands and scratching along his scalp to appear again at the curled ends.

His face presses further into your partially covered thighs as he groans making your giggles grow and cheeks warm feeling his nose just above your most intimate region. Not that he hadn’t already been there a time or two before.

“Mmm…makin’ me sleepy,” he mumbles against your legs as you continue playing with his hair.

“Then let’s get you to bed, yea? First we gotta-Ari!” Your hand is quick to make sure your butt is covered when your body’s suddenly lifted into the air over his broad shoulder. With every step he took down the dim hall to his bedroom, you became more nervous your head would be the one bumping against the door next.

Or worse, Ari would stumble and fall ultimately bringing you with him and at least one of you getting injured.

“Ari careful…careful! Watch out for the dresser.”

“Shh, I’m an excellent driver. S’what I do,” he slurs with a grin before falling with you on the bed. An “oof” coming from the both of you before laughs fill the quiet space glowing from the lamp on his nightstand.

Tucking a hair behind his ear as both your chuckles calm to quiet breaths, there’s a moment you both just gaze at each other. You falling deep into those bright pools, as you tended to do, and Ari looking at you with the same adoration as a child seeing their favorite character at Disney. Filled with so much love, your heart couldn’t help but warm and swell as a gentle smile appeared on your lips.

“I love you.”

It’s hushed, but those three words are unmistakable tumbling off his tongue. They should probably scare you; make you run for the hills only being officially together two months now, but instead…it felt right. Immediately making your smile brighter before it’s suddenly falling.

If only his head wasn’t currently fuzzy and probably spinning due to the shots and beers from earlier.

In this state, you were sure it was just the alcohol talking and possibly even just an appreciative “I love you” for making sure he got in okay. The same “I love you” you’d tell a friend when they’re nice enough to deliver your forgotten wallet.

Your hand moves to scratch his thick beard, pursing your lips as you mentally curse yourself for getting so excited. “You’re drunk bubba,” you whisper back. A small smile covering up the slight ache in your heart.

“I am,” he snorts kissing the corner of your mouth before lying on his back to stretch his arms over his head.

After a few minutes it’s quiet. Only his light snores ringing in your ears as you sigh carefully stroking his eyebrows with your thumb. He looks so precious sleeping with his long lashes resting against the tops of his cheeks and pink lips slightly parted. His chain gleaming in the light with every rise and fall of his chest.

“Let’s try to get you more comfortable,” you speak to the air before pecking his nose and rising to your feet to remove his clothes.

-

The next morning, Ari’s head throbs as he rubs his face with a deep groan sitting against his headboard. It definitely wasn’t the worst hangover he’d experienced, but he knew his body was warning him he might not be able to maintain his former party boy ways. It’s then he hears the clanking of dishes from the kitchen and the familiar smell of pancakes and eggs sneaks into his nostrils already knowing it had to be you. His lips curl into a soft smile remembering the party and how you chatted with all his friends pretty much making them your own that same night. How he kept you on his lap or attached to him in some way as more drinks flowed, and he became more needy for your touch and presence.

A glass of water and three Advils waiting on his nightstand makes him mentally aw at you always taking care of him like the adorable, fallen angel you were. It’s one of the many reasons he loved-

Wait…waitwaitwait…did I?…

Fingers tangled in his messy hair, he can’t shake the feeling he said something he probably shouldn’t have.

Ari tries to go through every detail of last night, but his memories of arriving home with you are scattered and hazy. He can see you helping him out the car and in the apartment, him being on the floor with your shoe (for whatever reason), and then he was waking up in bed.

Was it a dream then? M-Maybe I’m worrying for nothing.

It only takes him a few minutes to ready himself before he’s walking down the hall in a pair of dark jeans and chest bare to the sunshine beaming through his opened blinds. Apprehensive at first, but then smiling to himself, yet again, at the sight of you in one of his graphic tees that fell to your thighs as you bop your head to whatever song was playing in your earbud.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” he whispers in your open ear making you slightly jump and drop the dirty mixing bowl in the water. His deep laugh at your reaction has you narrowing your eyes as you turn to slap a sudsy hand to his tattooed abdomen.

“Not funny!,” you giggle before his minty lips find yours once then twice…and again for good measure.

“M’Sorry. Promise I didn’t mean it.”

“Sure,” you sarcastically nod as he fixes your plate then his. “I take it you’re not feeling last night anymore?”

“I do a bit, but the meds and water definitely helped,” he smiles carrying both your plates to the couch. “And this food is gonna help even more because I’m starving.”

Quietly eating side by side, the television plays re-runs of Friends occasionally making you both laugh at Joey and Chandler. Ari’s aren’t as deep though still thinking about last night.

Every so often he’d peak over at you trying to gage if there was any hidden awkwardness, but you seem to be fine. Eventually feeling his eyes on you, you just smile leaning over to peck his cheek as if it was a regular Saturday.

But then again, maybe you were just acting normal for his sake?

“Hey, um random question…d-did I happen to say anything weird last night? Not necessarily bad weird, but kinda…out of the blue weird?”

“Mm..what do you mean?” You knew exactly what he was referring to. The possibility of him asking you about it was the only thing on your mind this morning as you cooked, already triggering your anxiety for the day.

“Like did I say anything…important?”

He was trying to take it back like you predicted he would. Brush them off as the meaningless drunk words you already knew they were.

“Nope. Mostly just said how you had fun and were tired.”

“Oh..okay good,” he nods going back to the little remaining food on his plate.

You, on the other hand, had lost your appetite feeling hurt all over again. “You know what, I uh actually just remembered I used the last of your eggs.”

“It’s fine, I can get some tomorrow,” Ari states watching you take your plate to empty in the garbage before placing it in the sink.

“No I should replace it since I used it. Plus I can get dinner for tonight,” you reply walking towards the bedroom not looking at him once.

Ari wasn’t completely oblivious. He could feel the shift in your mood as soon as you walked past.

“I’ll go with then!,” he calls out loud enough for you to hear.

“No, uh you rest! I’ll go!” Appearing back in the living room still in his shirt and a pair of your jean shorts underneath, you quickly stick your feet in your slides and grab your purse finally turning to meet his eyes. “Anything specific you want?”

His hair gently shakes along with his head before you’re promising to be back soon and out the door quicker than a seagull diving to a stranded fry in the sand.

“Yep Levinson, you definitely said something ya doofus,” he sighs letting his head fall back against the sofa while kicking himself.

-

“You’ve uh got a lot of groceries here sweetheart,” he states setting another set of bags down on his counter now completely covered.

“Yea, well as far as dinner tonight I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for so I got different options,” you explain starting to put away the cold foods while Ari worked on everything else. “Then for milk I couldn’t find the brand you had, and I didn’t want to bother you-,”

“You could never bother me.” You’re not paying attention though continuing on about how you never really realized how many different choices there were, and then going on to name each one you saw. In your short amount of time together, he’d come to find that a popular avoidance technique with you; setting your mind elsewhere to delay confronting a problem.

The last time you’d done it being when Ari said you needed to talk, which only turned out to be him asking you to be his girlfriend and you worrying for nothing.

Bless Ari for willingly sitting there as you rambled, still somehow wanting to be with you.

“So, we could do spaghetti, or maybe penne pasta with grilled chicken?”

“Y/N-,”

“Or we could just do salads? I should probably be ashamed to say it’s been a while since I had one.” Taking the plastic covered head of lettuce from your hands, he turns you around so you have no choice but to face him and his soft eyes.

“Sweetheart, look at me-,”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to say it,” you interrupt with a sympathetic smile. “We can just move forward and act like it didn’t happen. Promise I’m fine with it.”

“But it did happen…and I meant it.”

“Ari, you don’t have to-,”

“And I promise I’m not,” he states moving his hands to the sides of your face. “I’ve been in love with you since you sacrificed your day off to drive two hours just to be with me when my truck broke down.”

Ari just shook his head donning that famous heart melting smile as soon as you pulled on the side of the road behind his idle truck. A couple strands of hair sticking to his forehead and shirt nearly drenched from waiting in the hot cabin, he felt embarrassed sitting in your spotless leather seats. He just knew you could smell his musk, but you never scrunched your nose in disgust or stealthily tried to crack a window. You simply turned in your seat facing him as you tapped on your phone trying to find restaurants near by.

It was his, and your, favorite date so far.

“Well like you said, I was off so I had the time. Plus..I wanted to see you,” you softly smile feeling the warmth from his palms.

“And while you didn’t have to, I appreciate you doing that. Especially when I wanted to see you too,” he grins before his lips meet yours with a low smack that echoes between you. “When I said I love you, although definitely not the way I wanted it to come out, believe me when I say I meant it with every muscle, fiber, and ounce of blood in my heart Y/N.”

And you did.

From the tips of your toes to the follicles on top of your head you could tell he wasn’t lying, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Now I-I know we haven’t been official long and I’m not trying to push or scare you-,”

“I love you too.” His eyes slightly widen and cheeks begin to flush, making you giggle as you peck his bottom lip. “You’re surprised?”

“Honestly..a little,” he nervously chuckles letting go of your face to lift your thighs so they could wrap around his hips. Your arms automatically winding around his neck as you softly bump the tip of your nose against his. “I just knew I’d crossed into ‘creepy clingy’ territory and lost ya for good.”

“It’s gonna be hard to lose me bubba,” you state letting your lips passionately meld together and completely forgetting about the groceries waiting around you.

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The Build Up

Pairing:Husb!Construction!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

warnings: none

summary: Nothing better than a visit by the Mrs at the local construction site. Chris is a major dilf and family man. Lots of fluff and steamy implications

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(Chris' P.O.V)

The scorching sun was horrific, sending waves of sweat and stench to our construction site. Loads of us men having to strip down to the likes of our white vests, our reflective vests long forgotten.

“Oi Chris, when do we get to meet this missus of yours?” John called from the other side of the house we were working on, a new A lister client.

“When I want ya to” I chuckled back, watching him shake his head before going back to nailing parts together, the other guys laughing along with a rag or two being thrown at me.

“Yeah literally all we know is that her name is Y/n, and that’s because her names on your chest dude” Logan commented gesturing to the ink on my chest, positioned right above where my heart would be.

Shaking my head, I just continued on shovelling gravel into the ground before levelling out, trying not to let the heat get to me.

“Look all ya need to know is that m'a happily married man alright?”

“Yes sir”

Despite the harsh weather, I knew i’d never trade my job in. The pay was good, the hours are negotiable, what else could I really settle for? Not to mention it saves me from having to go to the gym three or four times a week.

So lost in thought I didn’t even realise my phone in my back pocket had started going off, setting down my shovel by the brick wall I answered it.

“Baby, i’m here” I heard that sweet honey-like voice of hers say, a smile instantly flying onto my face when I heard her words of endearment. The guys wiggling their eyebrows at me once they saw the smile on my face, they musta caught onto who was on the phone.

“Where abouts are ya precious?” I tried to say as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention to it.

“Mmm I’m by the street light on the right, you forgot your lunch again hun” With that motherly scolding voice of hers, I felt myself cower a little before turning to the right, seeing her gorgeous self there. Graced in a short flowly blue floral summer dress, I instantly felt myself swoon, the baby stroller sitting right beside her.

“Gotta go boys, I won’t be long” I breathed out leaving my equipment, walking down the street, my steps getting faster the closer I got.

Y/n's arms outstretched inviting me in for a hug,

“Baby I stink, and i’m sweaty. I don’t know if you’d wanna hug me right now” I said stepping back a little, a pout forming on those kissable lips of hers.

“I don’t care, I wanna hug from my husband”

“Alright c'mere” I growled pulling her in by her hand, her arms going around my neck as I encircled around her waist. Her sweet vanilla scent taking away the industrial smell of the site.

“Didn' I tell ya not to come here? The fumes aren’t good for you or the kids” I scolded back, my hands going to settle on her visible rounded stomach housing our second baby, another boy.

“I know, but I missed you, and so did Noah” She said in a smaller voice, turning around to pick up our 1 year old, his hands stuffed in his mouth.

“There’s my little man” I beamed taking him into my arms, his face overlooking my shoulder as I brought Y/n in closer, my lips catching her in a soft passionate kiss. Only separating when we heard the men behind us cheering, giggles leaving us both as our foreheads rested against each others.

“You better get home early, you know what this does to me”

She whispered against my lips, her hands trailing down my chest in the white vest, her hands resting on the surface of my stomach, kisses being pressed into my chest.

“gah you need to stop bein so distracting, thought you were gonna be good this time?” I teased settling Noah back into his stroller, my hands going to cup my beautiful wife's face, her pregnancy glow making her even more irresistible.

“Sorry baby, but baby here jus missed his daddy” She teased biting her lip a little,

“Oh but he’s not the only one now is he?”

“Hmm nope. Not my fault you look so handsome all built up like this, you look like such a good daddy”

“Is that right?” I whispered, her nose nuzzling against mine

“Oi Chris, you gonna introduce us or what?” I heard Logan say behind us, rolling my eyes I turned around to see the whole lot of them lookin at us.

“Y/n honey, meet the boys, boys this is my wife Y/n and our son Noah”

“Cute. So how did yall meet? There’s no way this sweaty mess of a man just met a soft n'elegant woman like yourself outta nowhere”

“Chris didn’t tell you guys how we met?” Y/n asked curiously, knowing damn well that’s my go to story every time we meet someone new.

With all of them shaking my head she started off with,

“Well before Chris had his own construction company, he actually freelanced around my hometown fixin stuff for whoever. I had come home from college and I was like 22, to see this hunk fixin one of my ma's broken windows. Trust me I was in shock, but then I found out he was a bit older. But that didn’t stop us, did it Chrissy?”

“Chrissy?” Steven snorted

“Shut up Steven if you wanna job tomorrow” I snarked back, my ears feeling warmer at the embarrassment.

“Okay but we wanna know the whole story” Logan said pushing further,

“How about y’all come over to our house tomorrow night for dinner? we'd love to have ya, and i’ll tell ya how we got together” Y/n said happily, god she was so caring and welcoming.

“Is that alright with you boss” I heard someone call out from behind.

“yeah, anything to make the wife happy”

[baby-fics]

Cg!Bo Sinclair x Little! Reader, ft Vincent and Lester head-cannons

TW: Slashers, reference to m*rder and tort*re, reference to child ab*se. Not super prevalent, and not graphic.

I think Bo would actually benefit from being a caregiver. One of his worst fear's is being an abusive piece of garbage to his kids or his partner- anyone he cares about really, like his parents were.

He does have issues with anger as we all know, but knowing his s/o has the mind of a child encourages him to let out that anger in a less... Terrifying way!

After not receiving any genuine, soft, or affectionate love his entire life, having a little that will push past his misdeeds to snuggle up under his chin anyway? Oh you bet your butt he'll try to be the best Daddy you could ever have.

When he found out about your regression however, you were mortified. Absolutely convinced that he would be disgusted, and have Vinny turn you into a candle right then and there.

After watching the beginnings of a panic attack, Bo showed you the most gentle side of himself that you had seen up until that moment. Trying to show himself in the most non-threatening light while attempting to help you calm down.

He kept a non-threatening posture and spoke to you in a low tone,"It's alright sweetheart, you don' have to hide here. You're one of us doll, there's nothing you could do to make me get rid of you. S' Daddy clear on that?"

Now that sent you into INSTANT babie mode, and he could tell. In a moment you began subtly rocking back and forth while fiddling with your fingers.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded which caused Bo to lift your chin to meet his gaze so he could say, "You gotta use words baby, Daddy can't hear you that well!"

"Mm, yis Bowie.. Don' gotta hide" you said, the word Daddy sounding unfamiliar and uncomfortable given your lack of having a previous caregiver.

"Aww.. Bowie! Aint you precious.. Don' worry baby, you do whats comfy for you" he said while petting your bright red cheek as you averted your gaze.

Eventually he wants you to feel safe enough to call him whatever you want and be as small as you want. Bo can be patient, and he'll support you for however long it takes to fully feel confident.

Bo will ask you a ton of questions about what you like while you're small, and is very happy with any kind of Babie or Kiddo he has. He loves the dependence and clinginess of a younger littles though, but also an older little who can help their "Bowie" in the shop!

He's also absolutely fine with anything that comes with being the CG of a very small Little. Pacis, Bottles, Pull-ups, etc. You name it baby bear! He's got you! There's nothing that can deter him!

Bo's first step was creating a "Little Space" (ha get it?) in his room with a blankie, pillows, a decorated shoe box with your little items in it, and all of your stuffies. He also refuses to let you try to hide your little items or any attempt to conceal your regression from his brothers.

In fact all of the brothers are very supportive about your regression, you bring a sweetness and sense of joy to Ambrose. They're also very adamant that you feel comfortable in being authentic in your home with your found family.

Vincent and Lester eventually become "Uncle Vinny" and "Uncle Lettie" and are 100% okay with their new position along with being interested with the prospect of babysitting.

Obviously you cant just ✨magic away✨your anxiety or intrusive thoughts, that stuff takes time. But when you're surrounded by people who know that and are determined to prove those thoughts wrong? It helps that worry ease faster.

Vinny really likes to color with you and will let you do crafts in the basement sometimes! He'll let you play with clay or wax too! On one condition though, you can't go in to the basement without one of the Brothers when you're small.

You don't have many rules but "No babies in the basement without a big present" stops babies from seeing things they should not see!

Lester tells you stories and promises you stuffies in return for an invitation to one of your elusive tea parties; And as much as your shy lil self doesn't wanna come across as "greedy", any CG knows no little can resist the art of Stuffie Bribery for long.

Overall, it doesn't matter who you are. Once you've been accepted as a Sinclair, you ARE a Sinclair and they will accept whatever strange or unfamiliar quirk you come with. Because lets be honest, they come with some pretty funky ones too and they know it.

Daddy Bowie and your Uncles will do anything to keep the littlest Sinclair of them feeling safe and happy. Whatever it may take. <3

(Sorry that was so long! Thank you for reading! This wasn't proofread too much so pardon any mistakes! This is mainly based off of how my little space works and is for the most part indulgent lol.)

[kandyrezi]

[ ♡ / ♢ ] yandere!Yagi HCs.

(a/n: thank you @onceonafullmoon for inspiring me to write these! ✨)

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(tw: implied drugging & mind manipulation)

» Yagi is a possessive and a stalker-type yandere. You're likely one of his subordinates - someone who only knew him on surface level, that he was strict and a bit condescending. Well, that's what you would have continued on thinking if you hadn't found yourself becoming (unwillingly) a bit too close with him than what was generally acceptable of a mere subordinate-superior relationship.

» You work in one of the railway station's cramped mining tunnels - and while everyone was afforded a gas mask to avoid inhaling clouds of dust and toxic fumes, the tunnels were small and tightly confined, being constantly shoulder-to-shoulder with other demons was uncomfortable at best, suffocating at worst.

» Imagine your surprise when Yagi tells you that you're being put on desk duty far from those previous horrid work conditions - doing instead mostly paperwork, and being trusted enough to take some papers relating to more important matters directly to Envi (you were a bit astonished to step afoot into the Devil's castle for the first time!) as well.

» He definitely wants you to be near him as often as possible, even making you do any tasks that usually fall on Sullivan or Glasses' shoulders, like fetching him coffee. He doesn't stalk you himself, not really (too much hassle), rather orders someone else to do it for him. He feels... annoyed when you aren't nearby, and he's gotta know what you're up to at any given time, even outside of work hours. Yagi isn't a manipulative type of yandere; he just does what he wants and orders around whomever he wants to get his way... alright, maybe he isn't entirely truthful in some of the things he does and says when it comes to his object of (distorted) affections.

» Yagi takes you out most nights after work - instead of forcing you to drink like he does with Sullivan, he has enough integrity to actually ask where would you like to go; a restaurant, a bar, or a club of any kind. He normally cares little for the regard of his workers' so the fact he's even asking leaves you hesitant to deny his 'invitation' out of the... 'kindness' (definitely not the word you would normally ever use to describe him) of his heart? - similarly to how Sullivan can never bring himself to say 'no' to his superior either.

» Slowly but surely does he start inquiring rather... invasive and unusual questions that have nothing to do with work - like on one particular day - as he's looming over you and leaning his weight against the desk where you're sitting.

"So, do you have a partner? A spouse, maybe?"

You snap out of absentmindedly staring at the stations' funding and material costs' paperwork in front of you— it takes you a moment to recover and realize your boss is still there while you were zoning out at the small talk he's been trying to make, "I— uh, n-no, I don't. Why is that important?"

He puts a pair of casual hands on your shoulders (lord, is he massive compared to you) and you stiffen at the contact, wondering how can he ask something like that so blatantly and without any consideration.

"You looked like you were kilometers away from your task at hand," he tells you sternly, causing you to straighten your back on instinct as he continues and you can tell he's directly observing you even with the gas mask on, "I need to know none of my subordinates are distracted by familial or interpersonal affairs," he says, his hands lingering just a bit too long - a pat against your shoulder, then finally leaving you be.

"Continue on with what you were doing then, yeah?"

» Any bits of information he doesn't gather from demons he has following after you, he finds out himself. He has no problem playing the long game with you, he's in no rush to do anything so long as you remain within his grasp. Yagi is unlikely (unlikely, but not an impossible event) to kidnap or lock a darling away within a confined space. If he can just keep an eye on you when you're within arm's reach, that's good enough for him (...for now).

» But it does begin to get weirder and somehow worse over time that you'll inevitably find yourself wishing - thinking, maybe working in the godawful mining tunnels was better when Yagi wasn't observing and examining your every move; pointing out all your mistakes, sometimes having you accompany him when he's at a meeting, deliberately giving you tasks that are difficult or impossible to follow, making observations about you—

» It almost comes off as unwanted harassment, but he's so crafty with his actions and it'll instead make you feel like you're crossing a line if you choose to confront him about it - at the end of the day, he's still your boss, and a strict one at that.

» He's pretty on and off with his yandere tendencies; he'll leave you alone and give you space when he thinks you're drifting away from him - while he's somewhat lacking in tact and subtlety, he doesn't appreciate when he can outright tell you're avoiding him.

» Well, maybe couples need time apart from eachother sometimes. If that won't do, then he'll just resort to other methods to get you to be a compliant pet for him.

» (don't let yourself relax when you think he's lost interest in you during times when he isn't looming over you; when he's not there, he just has Sullivan report back to him what you've been doing, wearing, or whom you've been conversing with.)

» On once occasion, you vaguely remember going to a bar with your boss and your other co-workers, Glasses and Sullivan. Not an unusual event, nothing out of the ordinary, except you really can't recall—

» "You drank yourself into complete oblivion. Not even I drink that much most nights," he tells you with some gruff laughter the next morning when you wake up on the couch with a blanket pulled up to your shoulders, you can't remember why or when you started downing Martinis and Bloody Marys in enough quantities to black out afterwards. "Took you here to recover and sober up. Washroom's that way if you wanna puke, just don't do it on the carpet."

» It isn't your house— it must be his, you come to the logical conclusion as you glance around. He even left you some water on the table right next to the couch. He's been... odd, but maybe... well, maybe he has some resemblance of friendliness underneath that hard shell of an exterior he exhibits if he went such lengths for you.

» (you don't need to know, for some suspicious reason, you only drank one glass while Sullivan, sitting right next to you, kept his mouth shut the entire time.)

» If you were to ask for a transfer to another position (or hell forbid, ask to resign), preferably far away from the goat demon where there would be no way he would come into contact with you that frequently or easily - he would lull you into false sense of security, he'll hear you out but invite you to go out for drinks first before discussing important matters tomorrow, then drug you without hesitation when an opportunity rises, making sure to get rid of any evidence (or, silence any living evidence) so you can't accuse him of anything.

» Better to mess with your mind and tamper with your memories to deal with problems than trouble himself with blackmail and threats just to make sure you won't be able to leave - it's just not his preferred method, nah, but that doesn't mean he isn't above doing it.

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(a/n: those cramped mining tunnels in 19th century that were a nightmare to work in? precisely how i imagine yagi's underlings' work conditions. no wonder sullivan canonically has terrible asthma. lol

could i have added and written a lot more to this? yeahhh but it's already so long i had to stop myself jfc.)

[allthefakepeople]

hey miels <3

since you sent me the last couple of wilmon and taylor related asks I thought I’d send you one, and today’s winner is….. innocent

the entire song is giving wille talking to his past self, like

“I guess you really did it this time

Left yourself in your warpath

Lost your balance on a tightrope

Lost your mind tryin' to get it back”

warpath already reminds me of the revenge plot line in s2, and how focused wille was on that, so much so he almost lost track of his relationship with simon and kristina, and the bad choices he made along the way ;-;

“Always a bigger bed to crawl into

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

And everybody believed in you?”

“a bigger bed” reminds me of erik and how wille used to be able to afford fuckups because he had an entire family with him, and he had people in his corner

“Did some things you can't speak of

But at night you live it all again

You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now

If only you had seen what you know now then”

THIS. this is his mindset after the denial, because he couldn’t speak on it, and then he was “shattered on the floor” after simon broke things off, but the last line is him taking it all back in the s2ep6 speech :’)

anyway, thoughts? more lyrics?

-💛✨

ahhhh sea

i'm gonna CRYYYY but YES. definitely gives older wille looking back on younger wille's decisions

"It's alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to me Oh, who you are is not where you've been You're still an innocent"

(this also lowkey feels liks SIMON talking to wille? like wille has woken them both up with another nightmare of something that happened when they were teenagers and simon comforts him)

"Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep Before the monsters caught up to you?"

(how wille grew up with erik but the "monsters" could be his anxiety or erik's death)

"Time turns flames to embers You'll have new Septembers Everyone of us has messed up too, ooh, ooh Minds change like the weather I hope you remember Today is never too late to be brand new"

(this, again, lowkey feels like simon comforting wille when he feels like he isn't doing enough)

ahhhhh now i gotta add it to my playlist!

thanks for sharing!

-miels 💜✨

[anannua]

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[magickastiel]

✨ B&B’S CHRISTMAS ADVENT CALENDAR ✨

10th December - pyjamas & fuzzy socks

I am, once again, attempting to write one story through different prompts. I really enjoyed it last time so let’s see if I can do it through December!

check out the other days | now on ao3

Summary: Just a month after defeating Chuck, Sam & Dean are faced with their first real Christmas. Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire & Kaia descend on the Bunker for a Christmas celebration like no other. But for Dean, Castiel’s confession still weighs heavy. It might be easier to deal with if Cas was actually around to talk to but he and Jack are busy in Heaven. Surely they don’t have time to come home for Christmas…do they?

🧦

Dean’s doing well Christmas Eve morning.

He’s wandering about in his robe, making plans for his cooking. He’s got prep to do and later he can get Jack to help him peel the veg ready to cook tomorrow. He’s also decided to surprise Sam with a spinach, feta and sweet potato tart. He’s been complaining about having too much meat both at Thanksgiving and Christmas so Dean found a recipe last week that looks good and he's eager to try it.

He’s in his element. The kitchen is enough to take the edge off his problems and make him concentrate on the good stuff - his family are all laughing and talking in the next room. That’s all he needs.

It’s mid-morning when he emerges, a fresh tray of hot cocoa in hand. He hands them out, chatting easily with everyone as he goes.

He stops dead as he hands over the last one.

Cas takes the mug gently and smiles. Except he’s not…he’s not wearing his trenchcoat. Or suit. Or shirt. Just some soft looking deep blue pyjamas and fluffy socks with bees on them.

Cas’ smile fades into concern.

“Dean? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah!” He clears his throat. “Just, uh, surprised. You finally got out of that trenchcoat. A-and into something else. Obviously. Not like you’re wandering around naked or anything.”

Cas looks confused.

“Yes. That would be inappropriate by the majority of human standards.”

Dean forces a laugh. He can feel Jody and Eileen’s eyes burning into the back of his head.

“I just gotta. Uh…” He waves vaguely towards the kitchen. “Ya know. Get, uh…get preppin’.”

“Of course. And thank you for the cocoa. While I cannot taste it as humans do, I do find it rather comforting in a way coffee is not. And the texture of the marshmallows is rather pleasing.”

“Good. Great!” Dean says hurriedly, not knowing why he was quite so fixated with the image of marshmallows slowly melting on Cas’ tongue.

“Dean.” Jody’s voice is firm and grounding behind him. “You said you wanted my help prepping?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t - ” She glares and he blinks. “Uh. Yeah! Yeah, I definitely did say that. Thanks.”

“Oh.” Cas says after taking a small sip of his cocoa. “If you need help with anything, I would be willing - ”

“I’m sure we’ve got it covered!” Jody interrupts, smiling a little too desperately. “Eileen’s helping too. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Eileen leaps up, making Sam jump.

“Really?” Sam says, a frown creasing his brow. “I thought you hated cooking? You said you’re awful at it.”

Eileen recovers quickly. “I can’t do it but I know a great family recipe for, uh…”

“Stuffing.” Dean blurts. “Sounds amazing.”

“Mmhmm!” Eileen nods, scurrying across the room to join Jody and Dean as they retreat. She waves to Sam over her shoulder. “See you later!”

In the safety of the kitchen, Dean regains enough sense to be toe-curlingly embarrassed.

He squeezes his eyes closed so hard light bursts behind his lids. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Looked like you were struggling and I had to take pity before someone else noticed.”

When he opens his eyes, both Jody and Eileen are staring at him.

“What?”

“Are we gonna talk about why you had a teeny mental breakdown just then?” Jody crosses her arms, waiting impatiently.

“Do we have to?”

“Uh huh.” Jody nudges him. “I think that’s what you need because - ”

“Because it looked like you saw Cas in different clothes and almost got a - ”

“Ok, ok!” Dean cuts off Eileen and glares as she smirks at him. Jody is badly hiding a smile. He huffs. “It just…threw me, that’s all. He’s always wearing that coat and I’ve never really noticed - ”

“How hunky he is?”

“How broad his shoulders are.” He corrects with a flaming face.

Eileen snorts. “Same thing.”

Jody gives up trying to hide her smile. “Look, don’t you think it’s time you addressed the fact that, emotions aside, you do think Cas is attractive? Come on, let’s start with that.”

He wants to deny it, he thinks he should deny it. But the image of Cas, somehow both soft and firm, clad in pyjamas that cling a little around the biceps and thighs, swims in front of his eyes. He wants to reach out and touch, wants to feel how warm he is, feel his heartbeat under his palm.

His body tingles.

“Ok. Fine. He’s…attractive.” His mouth feels dry. “But everyone knows that, right? I mean, he’s a good looking guy! We’ve all got eyes. That…that doesn’t mean anything.”

Jody and Eileen share a look. Before they can say anything, Jack appears in the doorway.

He raises his hand in greeting.

“Hello! I feel sick.”

[morgana-ren]

Shigaraki ask game: 104 and 127 👀💕✨

Alright, so, for a while, I was on the brink about this one. Would he be into breeding? Would even the thought of his pretty little thing getting impregnated terrify him given his own tragic childhood? The man wears his literal father on his face, and that's gotta scar you up a bit, right? Maybe make the thought of having your own family scare the absolute shit out of you? And then I realized I was being an absolute idiot.

Of course this debauched little man has a fucking breeding kink. It just fits.

Pushing your legs up as far as they’ll go, the crook of his arms hooked underneath your knees as he keeps you securely folded in a mating press beneath him, pounding his hips against your ass so hard it hurts. With every brutal thrust, you can feel his cock smash against your cervix, threatening your womb with every overly aggressive smack of sweaty skin on skin and forcing a slight wince in pain with every time your bodies meet. 

Cum from several of his previous ventures between your legs sits an uncomfortable mixture of tacky and slick slathered across the expanse of your inner thighs, squelching as it lubricates his pistoning hips and coats his cock as he barrages your insides repeatedly, forced out of your abused hole as he slides his cock in again and again and again and drips down your crack onto the bed and wets the sheets beneath your ass.

Sweat gathers in his hairline, dampening his forehead as he hovers it only inches from yours, core muscles flexing as he huffs manic, slurred phrases in hot puffs of breath against your face. Occasionally he swipes his tongue out, licking at your open mouth and swallowing your moans down in needy, sloppy kisses between his own primal grunts and groans. 

“So pretty- so fucking pretty. You’re going to look so beautiful swollen with my babies. Fuck- going to fuck you like this until your insides are overflowing with my cum. Going to breed you like the pretty little slut you are. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Perfect tits leaking milk onto every shirt you wear, carrying my babies inside you- Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck a baby in of you and you’ll be mine forever-” 

He mutters incomprehensible little nothings in your ear as his cock shudders and pulses deep inside you once again, unleashing another large load of cum deep inside you as your legs quake and burn with the ache of holding the unnatural position for longer than can possibly be comfortable. It’s too much, the pressure on your abdomen bordering on painful and you swear you can taste him on the back of your tongue. He only smiles at your pained face, pulling out quickly before releasing your shaking thighs and shoving a plug in your pussy to keep all his seed inside of you until he’s ready to go again. 

He rolls off of you, cradling his head in one hand as his other rubs your stretching belly. You can only shift uncomfortably on your back, whining and worming as he tuts you gently. 

“Don’t be difficult. Lie still and let me grow inside of you. You’ll be a perfect mother, so pretty and loving and patient, just like you are with me. We’ll have our own little family and it will be so perfect. I’ll protect you, you know that, right? I can’t wait to see you pregnant, a new life growing inside of you. It’s just you and me, and our little family, you’ll see. I’ll build a new world for them; the world they deserve. All you need to do is let me breed you and have our children.”

Too much, you sigh almost painfully, palming at the plug, but he swats your hands away, even as it overflows and leaks his thick, viscous seed. He revels in the sight, staring intently at your pretty pussy and the decorative stopper he’d hand selected just for this occasion. His cock twitches to life again, almost ready for another round in a seemingly endless night. 

He’ll coo in your ear between mounting you, telling you in hushed whispers how much he treasures you and how amazing you look stuffed full of his cum. Your tummy visibly bulges over time, oversensitive and overstimulated quim jerking out of instinct any time he reaches for you. The mattress is surely ruined at this point, since anytime he removes the plug even just to plunge his cock back inside an absurd amount of cum leaks out and dries across your skin, only adding to the chafing of his muscular body atop yours.

Whether or not he’s actually ready to be a father is questionable, but he certainly loves the thought. Loves the idea of you birthing his spawn, breastfeeding his babies during the day and milking his cock again at night. His family left him with nothing but terrible memories, so he’ll make a new one for himself. He’ll pump you so full that your body has no choice but to acquiesce and impregnate itself. He dumps loads so thick inside you it’s almost painful, but he seems so proud every time he does, smiling wide as he rubs your clit with the bit that seeps out and brings you to a messy, sloppy orgasm with his fingers, cunt clenching around the plug and leaving you breathless and hazy. 

The dawn can’t come soon enough, and after long enough has passed, he mercifully removes the plug, watching in utter fascination as thick globs of his cum spills from your tight little hole. 

“It definitely took this time. There’s no way it didn’t.” He covers your pussy with his palm, coating his hand and pushing more back inside of you with a strained groan. “Just in case, we’ll do this every night until we know for sure. I can’t wait. Do you think we should go again? Just to be really sure?”