#i saw the post this is describing i think and it pisses me off so much

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hot take about silco x vander that no one asked for

okay so it's 3:25 am and i spent too much time in pinterest comment sections so now i have Thoughts and y'all are gonna hear it (this is mostly spoiler free even for s1 but it won't make much sense unless you've watched arcane so go wATCH IT if you haven't). so there were a bunch of posts shipping Silco and Vander and in the comments people were really pissed coz they're said to think of each other as brothers.

TLDR: They did not grow up as brothers, they think of each other as such, and those thoughts can change over time or evolve without it being incestuous (with nuance), and of course it could stay the same too.

and I have a bunch of things to say, starting with for one, some folks were legitimately confused because they thought silco and vander were biological siblings. so, first off, let's get that clarified, they're definitely not. they weren't adopted or step siblings either. they met in their early adulthood, i believe, in the mines.

i'm gonna continue below the cut coz this is gonna be looooong.

now, the thing is, silco and vander explicitly state that they were each other's brothers and/or call each other brother. why? there could be multiple reasons for that. one, that's how they saw each other. they were as close as brothers and they saw each other as family. two, in the sense of being brothers in arms, fighting together against a common cause that brought them closer. three, they felt affection for each other and that was the closest term they knew to describe it. or something else.

and like, i do not mess with found family, that shit is sacred. if someone told me my brother isn't actually my brother because we didn't grow up together or share blood, i would happily punch them in the throat.

HOWEVER, Silco and Vander are fictional characters. so if someone headcanons that their relationship changed, and evolved, that's not disrespectful or incestuous. it just means the person believes that how they saw each other changed. or maybe they didn't realise how it was that they felt for each other. or any number of other things.

and hey listen when i was a teenager in two of my long-term relationships, i thought at the start that what i felt was platonic love. i'd literally call them my brother. because that was the way i knew to describe the intensity of my affection. i was figuring shit out, and then i realised that what i felt was romantic, and not platonic or familial.

does that make it incestuous? well i fucking hope not. i was a queer greyace teen trying to figure out what the fuck i was feeling.

and that's not even toUCHING the surface of queerplatonic feelings. like i had no vocabulary to describe that for most of my life. it was clearcut in my head--romantic, or platonic. and if platonic was very intense, then sibling. that was the only way i knew how to describe it.

and that's changed over the years and now i know a little bit better how i feel, and i have platonic feelings that aren't siblingy, platonic feelings that are very much siblingy, platonic feelings that aren't siblingy but familial anyway like that for a parent, and romantic feelings also of various shades.

but back then, i didn't have that vocabulary and distinctions and self-awareness. and it's entirely plausible for someone to headcanon that maybe Silco and Vander didn't either. maybe people ship them and hc that they had feelings for each other and didn't understand them, that could be romantic or queerplatonic. or had feelings for each other that were familial, but that evolved in a different way later (or in the AU). both of which ARE LEGITIMATE INTERPRETATIONS OF A FICTIONAL RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT IT BEING INCESTUOUS.

anyway so it's entirely chill if you don't ship them but it's also entirely chill if you do. the issue is when you attack people for interpreting a fictional relationship in their own entirely valid way and call it weird or incestuous and attack them as people for their ship. just let people be sigh.

so that's my unnecessarily intense take at--jesus christ it's nearly 4 am. :)

[ellecdc]

hi elle! i saw you have requests opens and read your post about the high stakes hurt/comfort and i was thinking maybe (only if youre comfortable obvi) requesting some hurt/comfort with moonwater? kind of pureblood reader who lies to them about her family and hides what happens during breaks to not worry them and during winter holidays she shows up at the potters kind of fragile and scared because she ran away? im sure our boys will be a little confused at first but will coddle her to no end? that seems pretty high stakes hurt but even more high stakes comfort because i know those two will not stop comforting her hahaha <3 hope you’re having a good day!

thanks for your request!

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who shows up at the Potter's [936 words]

CW: reader's implied abusive family, suggested physical abuse but nothing described, hinting at Regulus' shitty childhood, Remus holding everyone together and also taking the piss at Regulus' expense because someone has to

Regulus mentally kicked himself when you startled. All he’d been trying to do was fix the blanket that was beginning to slide off your shoulder, but it appeared that even your unconscious mind was still in fight or flight mode.

Thankfully, Remus was there to quickly correct it; gently shushing into the crown of your head and rubbing gentle circles into the inside of your wrist with his thumb as he held your hand.

“M’sorry.” Regulus murmured quietly, even though you were mostly still asleep, even though you weren’t upset with him, even though he was sorry for more than just startling you.

He was sorry you were here, and he was sorry that you hadn’t been here sooner. He was sorry you had to be here at all, yet he was sorry for not realising that you needed to be here before. He was sorry that him being here came so easily to him, and sorry that it cost you so much.

He was sorry.

“She’s okay, m’love.” Remus murmured from his place beside you; staring at Regulus as Regulus stared at you. 

“She’s hurt.” He responded simply.

“She’s safe.” Remus countered.

“But she wasn’t, and-”

“All we can do is make sure she is now.” Remus offered a touch more sternly. Regulus envied Remus for the way he was able to take on an authoritative tone with Regulus whilst his body language and gentle touches remained nothing but loving and calm for you.

Regulus had a (rather typical Black) habit of feeling (and exuding) his emotions at 110% always. If he was upset, everyone knew it from the steeliness of his eyes and the set of his jaw, right down to the rigidity of his fingers and toes. 

Remus could be angry and raging with the world, and to the wandering eye, he’d look as though he were merely spacing out, deep in thought.

So even now; even after you’d shown up to the Potter’s unannounced - though certainly not unwelcome - slightly worse for wear and extremely tender, Regulus couldn’t help but keep his fist wrapped tightly around his wand. His jaw was sore from how roughly he was grinding his teeth, and he couldn’t manage to sit beside you on the bed for more than 30 second stretches before he was back up and pacing again.

Regulus wasn’t sure if you’d cast a glamour over any welts or wounds or if you’d healed them before showing up, but Remus and Regulus were more than familiar with the aches that linger even after a hasty healing spell. 

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Regulus finally asked; voice hardly raising above a whisper as he admits what’s been eating at him since the moment you showed up.

Remus let out a sad sigh but never faltered in his hold on you, and Regulus found himself filled with a longing and jealousy for Remus’ ease of comfort. 

“You never told me.” Remus offered.

Regulus tried - thought failed - to tamp down the defensive ire rising in his throat. “Sirius did; you knew about Sirius.”

“Reg… that’s not the same, yeah?”

Regulus let out a huff and refused to look at Remus.

“Regulus, you cannot be mad at her for this; especially not right now.”

“I’m not-” Regulus cut himself off with a frustrated hum as he stood and began his pacing again. “I’m not mad at her.”

“You’re not happy with her.”

“I’m not happy because one of the loves of my life showed up beaten and bruised and scared, and I didn’t do anything about it!” 

The volume of his voice startled even himself, and Regulus’ eyes quickly darted to your still sleeping form. 

“I cast a muffliato.” Remus explained, and Regulus brought his fists up to his eyes at the first sign of his sinuses swelling painfully. 

“Regulus-”

“I didn’t do anything about it.” He hissed.

“Then come here and do something about it.” Remus replied not unkindly. 

Regulus’ hands - one still gripped tightly around his wand - fell uselessly to his sides as he looked at Remus helplessly. “I don’t-” he tried, sucking in a shuddering breath before continuing. “I don’t know how.”

“That’s alright.” Remus continued patiently. “I’ll help; come here.” 

And Regulus did; finally deigning to toss his wand onto one of the bedside tables in the guest room before sliding into the bed on your other side, pausing when you jolted.

“You’re alright, dove,” Remus murmured into your hairline, “s’just Reg, hm?” 

Apparently, that was all it took. Regulus held his breath as you rolled over on the bed and nuzzled into his awaiting arms, clinging to his jumper like he was a lifeline keeping you grounded and saving you from simply floating away.

Regulus found his muscles relaxing as he melted further into the bed, curling his arms protectively around your frame and holding onto you much the same way; like he, too, was afraid you would simply float away if he didn’ hold onto you with the utmost care.

And then Remus went to stand.

“What?” Regulus hissed quickly. “Why are you leaving? Don’t leave.”

“Relax, Black.” Remus snorted teasingly, moving around to the other side of the bed to press a kiss to Regulus’ temple. “I’m going to go make us all some tea, yeah?”

“But…I don’t know what to do…”

Remus shook his head and turned to leave the room. “Hold your girlfriend, Regulus. I’ll be right back.” 

“His confidence in me is astounding.” Regulus muttered into your hair, but Regulus did as he was told.

Regulus held his girlfriend, and he had no plans to stop any time soon.

[xooonism]

Vi x masc reader (smut)

*You stepped into the elevator after a long day at work. Your customers at the bar swirled in your mind, leaving you pissed. Those drunk bastards, yelling trough the bar, harassing your other female employees, make your blood boil. The elevator dings and the doors shift open, letting you step out. You take your keys out of your pocket, sticking it into the keyhole. You opened the door and stepped in, seeing Vi lay on the couch, phone in her hand.

*contains: sexual activities, pussy licking, hickeys, cum eating, fingering etc. MDNI

*wordcount: 2k

*authors note: sorry that I’m late on posting this but I got occupied with school. I hope you enjoy it!

You sighed, walking towards the couch while pulling off your hoodie, plopping down next to Vi. “Exhausting.” She wrapped an arm around you, catching your tired eyes.

“Hey”, you swiftly said, tossing your keys on the cabinet next to the coat rack, which your bag rested against. Vi’s head turns, her phone turning off while she sat up. “How was work?”

You sunk into her, your head resting on her shoulder. “That bold dude, with the eagle tattoo..”, you begin to tell her about your day, Vi nodding recognising who you were describing, “That bitch actually threw an empty beer bottle at me because I wouldn’t give him another one”, you crossed your arms, your expression hardened at the thought, “I tried to tell him that he’s too drunk and that I had to follow the protocol. You know, don’t give those zombies more alcohol”, Vi chuckled at your words.

“Can’t you like ban this guy?.”, she suggested, making your head turn. “Babe, he’s a regular. He spends like 200€ every night at the bar.”, you start laughing, “Makes me wish that I were rich, being black out drunk everyday.”

She laughs, eyes shutting as she throws her head back. Her laugh is like music to your ears, your cheeks flushing every time you hear that sweet noise. “I’m very happy that you’re not rich then.”

You smile, staring into each others eyes. Suddenly she shoots up from the couch, pulling you up with her. She told you to go to the bathroom. Youˋre confused, but you oblidged. You stepped into the bathroom thinking about what Vi was planning. You took a seat on the toilet, looking trough the bathroom to let time pass until Vi returns, who dissapeared somewhere in your apartment.

Your eyes caught the cabinet that you share with Vi. Several colognes, shower gels and two toothbrushes. You already realized some time ago that Vi and you are actually very similar. You do the same workouts, love the same tatoos, wear each others clothes and have the same nostril piercing.

Youˋve always felt more masculine, already walking around in boyish clothes since you were twelve. It felt more comfortable on your skin. You felt like you. But in the last few years you felt insecure about your appearence. Youˋve always had a thing for masculine women. Once youˋve seen Rhea Ripley on your foryou page, and you swear butterflies swarmed in your stomach. But it never seemed like these women liked you back. Whenever you decided to hit on pretty woman in the bar, that looked like they could pick you up and snap you like a twig, they always rejected you, telling you that they liked women that looked girly and pretty.

So obviously you doubted yourself. Are you not pretty? Only because you like to be masculine? Youˋre still a girl. A pretty sassy one. So what are you doing wrong?

Thatˋs when Vi came into your life. You met her at a party, that your friend maddie invited you to. You got seperated from her and felt lost because you actually donˋt know anyone, except for Cait, but she had girls swarming around her, and you definently didnˋt want to get into that mess. So you went to the kitchen to get a drink.

That when you saw her as she poured herself a drink. Her pink hair covering half of her face, but showing you enough to know that sheˋs the most beautiful woman that youˋve ever seen. You stood next to her, snaching the scotch before she could reach for it. She looked at you, her eyes widening when she saw you.

Vi scanned your face as you poured the scotch into a glass. You are so pretty. Your tattoo on your arm caught her attention, her eye studying every stroke. "Wow, i like your tattoo.", she spooke. You turned your head, smiling once you comprehendet her words. "Thanks. Itˋs from my favourite video game."

She smiled at you, once she heard your sweet voice. The noise around you both seemed to fade as you stared into each others eyes. "The last of us, right?". Your eyes widend, a bright grin appearing on your face. "OMG wait you play it too?" She chuckled at your excitement. ˋSheˋs pretty cuteˋ

You guys ended up talking all night. About your shared interest for the game, your hobbies, your life stories and your jobs. So you exchanged numbers. At first you were a little confused, because you didnˋt know if Vi just wanted to be friends with you or longend for more. But one night, when she came to your work, she kissed you and washed all your worries away.

A smile appeared on your face as you thought about that day. You loved her so much.

Right at that moment Vi came into the bathroom, holding a pile of clothes in her hands. "Missed me, buttercup?", she said chuckling, because she knew that you hated that name. She set the clothes on the sink and turned to the bathtub and turned the faucet on. "Oh, do you want to bathe together?", you asked as she poured a shower gel into the water, that you both love.

"Yes, thought youˋd like to calm down after work." Oh you love her so much.

You stood up and began to strip, Vi blowing a whistle which made you roll your eyes with a grin on your face. She copied your actions, pulling her shirt of her body. She got into the water, melting into the warmth of it. You decided to settle on her lap, your bare back to her bare chest. Itˋs lovely. Viˋs soft skin and the comfort of the water made you feel better instently.

You noticed that Vi moved behind your, her hand reaching for the shower gel again, before she sqeezed some into it. "Are you feeling better baby?". You nod your head, a soft hum leaving your mouth as Vi rubbed the gel on your skin. Her hands started at your stomach, traveling up to your boobs and cupping them. She spread it on your chest before she let her hands wander down your body, stopping right before your pussy.

You turned your head, a smirk dancing on your lips. "I thought you wanted to relax?". Vi rubbed circles on your lower stomach, kissing down your neck. "No baby, iˋd like to calm you down.", she answered smuggly, one of her hands suddenly went further down, resting on your pussy. She didnˋt move her hand, just teasing you with the feeling on your pussy. You groaned once she sucked on the skin on your neck, your hips buckling, which made your pussy grind against her hand.

Youˋre wet now. Not only by the water but also by the precum that spilled out of your pussy. Her finger put pressure on your clit, rubbing it with a steady rythym. Your head fell back onto Vi’s shoulder, soft moans leaving your.

Vi took this chance and slid her tongue in your mouth. Your tongues danced with each other, as she groaned at the taste of you. Her fingers reached deeper, one plunging into your hole making you gasp. Her other arm reached around your hip, pulling you flush against her.

Your slit grinding against the palm of her hand and her finger reaching parts you’ve never did before made you long for more. You pulled away from her tongue, a string of spit connecting your mouths. “Put another in”, you said before clashing your lips onto hers again.

She obliged, her fingers filling your insides. Her strokes bacame faster and deeper as you speed up your grinding. You felt a burn in your stomach, waiting for your sweet release. She noticed by the way your walls clenched up around her, so her other hand traveled up to you boobs, squeezing your nipple.

Your moans become louder, which are swallowed by Vi’s mouth. You felt your climax approach as you gripped into Vi’s arm. Your body stiffens and your hips stutter as you came on her fingers. The strokes slowly came to a stop before she pulled them out of you, her kisses trailing down your neck.

Your quick breaths filled the air and Vi wraps her arms around your torso. “You’re so sweet babe.”, she spoke into your neck, which made you hum.

You weren’t done. Pulling yourself up you stepped out of the bathtub, reaching for both of your towels as Vi copied your actions. Once she wrapped it around herself you pulled her into a kiss, guiding her out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. The clothes in the bathroom became abandoned because you wouldn’t need them anyways.

As you reached the bed you told her to sit. And she did like a good girl. Your good girl. You dropped you towel before kneeling in front of her, signaling her to throw the towel on the ground. Your hands found her thighs, opening them up to see her glistening pussy.

Before she knew it you buried your head in her folds. Her upper body fell on the bed as she gripped onto the sheets. You pressed your tongue flat against her clit, which made her whine and close her thighs around your head.

You pulled them apart again, placing them on your shoulders before diving into her again. Your tongue stiffens as you entered her hole with it, fucking in and out of her. She moaned and pressed her pussy against your mouth by grinding her hips.

You smirked at her state, loving how she submitted to you. You pulled your hand up, two fingers plunging into her hole as you fucked the life out of her. She liked it rough so you gave her exactly what she wanted.

You sucked her clit into your mouth, tongue circling the little bud before you gave her a kitten lick up her folds. You felt her clench up at that. You watched her as she groped her tits and griped them to give herself more pleasure.

It was a beautiful sight. Your pace quickened as your tongue abused her clit. You felt her getting close, her hips writhing obviously overstimulated by all the pleasure. But you didn’t stop. Your held onto her thigh as you pushed yourself closer to her.

Her moans got loader and her movements quicker as she came undone on your tongue. You fucked her orgasm out of her before slowing your pace and leaving little kisses on her thighs as you pulled your fingers out of her hole.

You stood up, letting your self fall into her lap. She reached up and pulled you close.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered into her neck. She kissed your head, humming in response. You both lay there for a while, breathing each other in. That’s when she spoke up.

“Another round?”

[thecapricunt1616]

Coriander (c.b. one-shot)

Snippet (more BTC): “I thought you'd never ask. I’m gonna go to the back office and wait. If you think you know what I need, then come on back. If you don’t want to, we can just pretend this never happened mm?” you got up, making sure to sway your hips a tad more as you went to the back office. You pushed the door shut behind you and dropped your tote under the desk, sitting down on it and leaning back against the wall. He came in 2 minutes later, cheeks red, biting his lip as he opened the door and saw you sitting on the desk.”

♡ Chapter Inspo: Love, health, immortality, and protection. Tie fresh coriander with a ribbon and hang in the home to bring peace & protection. Add to love charms and spells to bring romance or use in ritual work to ease the pain of a broken love affair. Promotes peace among those who are unable to get along. Use the seeds in love sachets and spells. ♡ Summary: You are in a FWB situation with Richie, Mikey dies - Carmy comes home to run The Beef, and suddenly...you find yourself in a FWB situation with Carmy as well, what happens when Carmy makes you two official in secret so he can have you all to himself? ♡ W/C: 5.3K+ ♡ Posted Date: 05/29/2024 ♡ A/N: Hellooooo! Happy day 4/7 of the Capri 200 Follower Celebration Extravaganza!!! You can find said extravaganza ♡Here♡ this celebration will be going until next Sunday (06/02/24) so get your requests in! Here's another celebration ask on the books! This ask is from a sweet anon, ask can be found right ♡Here♡ - Thank you so much for your request! As you can tell by the word count I got very inspired! I hope you enjoy :D This could easily have a part 2 so if you want one, just let me know in the comments This is kind of a Richie/Carmy thing i've never written Richie before and I had a whole lot of fun doing so! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, FWB Relationships, Smoking, Usual TB trigger warnings, Asshole!Carmy (kinda), Angst, No real comfort to be found in the end, Age gap relationships, Rough sex, smutsmutsmut, No uses of Y/N, Reader not described (pics are for vibes only)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

You had been working at The Bear since it was The Beef. 3 months before Mikey died, you were hired as a food runner. You’d met Mike maybe twice? Both times, the guy was high out of his mind- so you couldn’t say much about his character. 

Richie on the other hand, was flirty. He was handsome, he was funny, he had a huge cock. You were in your third year of college, Richie was smitten with your girlish charm, and you’d fucked those 3 months pretty consistently - until Carmy came back to Chicago. 

You’d been warned his ‘cousin’ was a big shot NYC chef, ‘Michelin Starred’ Richie said one night while fucking your brains out after a stressful shift as he smoked a cigarette in his shitty, dimly lit apartment. Puffs of smoke left his lips as your ass bounced against his hips and he rambled on about what had pissed him off today, 

“Ye’ sweetheart- fuck-“ he took a long inhale before continuing -  “mm’y’fuckin tight baby- shit-“ he stuttered as your pussy clenched around his cock firmly as your second orgasm washed over you, thighs shivering. “Thaaas it- huh? Gooood girl. Knew y’could do it babygirl” he kissed the dimple on your spine as you shivered, tendrils of smoke trailing up your back and over your hips. 

He then sat up, casually taking another drag, tightening his non-dominant hand around your hip so there would be little fingertip bruises once more over the yellowing hearing ones, and continued, his bruising pace getting rougher and quicker as he continued chasing his own orgasm. 

The meat of your ass and the skin of his hips made smacking sounds as they came together. Pathetic little whines drag from your lips with each rough kiss the tip of his cock gave your cervix as he just continued talking like he wasn’t using you like a fuck doll. 

“he uh, has a Michelin star- whatever that means? He’s a little prick. Guess that’s ahh-fuck- that’s why Mike left it t’him- he knows how t’make fancy shit- little fuckin’ Eleven Madison Park dickhead”  he grunted as he filled you up, spanking you roughly for good measure. 

“Good girl. Always take it like a little whore mm?” He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray. He pats your hip gently as he pulls out, collapsing next to you with an old man grunt that you always teased him for. “Ey’ sweet girl, Y’wanna rub my back since I fucked y’so good mm? So I won’t be sore at work tomorrow?” He pulled you close, kissing your neck, his stubble making you shiver as cum leaked down your beard-burned thighs. 

That was how you spent one to three nights a week since you’d started working at The Beef. 

Then, Carmy came. For the first 6 or so months, it was business as usual for you and Richie. Quiet spanks on the ass as you walked by him during rush as you brought food out to a customer, sometimes letting him fuck your face in the back alley as he went on about what an asshole Carmen was being that day. 

You just took it, the fighting, the bickering, the sexual tension. You were the go-between for the both of them, when they weren’t talking Richie would bug you to go tell Carmy what he needed to say. “Immature asshole” you’d call him at the end of the day as he knelt between your thighs in that same shitty apartment, sucking on your clit while his beard scratched up your thighs. He’d just chuckle into you, squeezing your thighs amusedly with his large hands. 

Then one day, you were in the dry storage, grabbing something for Marcus that was on the bottom shelf and heavy. You were bent over, trying to tug it out and the door shut behind you.  “Hey- sorry just gonna reach over you-“ Carmy. When you felt him press against your ass like that, his tattooed hand resting on your hip. You felt heat rushing straight for your core, your stomach flipping and fluttering.

Then, you started making moves. A brush of the hand here, a smile there, a giggle at one of his dorky jokes no one else bothered to pay attention to, of course, he noticed. The young piece of ass that used to spend all day giggling and shooting the shit with his older cousin was into him now. The first night it happened, you made sure to pick up a double on a day you usually didn’t go home with Richie, and while everyone except Carmy did their best to rush out the door as soon as they possibly could, you stuck behind. 

You went to the bathroom, fixed up your hair, and your makeup not enough to be noticeable to a guy that you’d changed, but enough to look fresh. You put on some more lipgloss, freshening up your body spray and hiking your tote bag onto your shoulder before heading out of the ladies' room into the back-of-house. You heard the swish swish of a scrub brush, and the plopping of water - and knew Carmy was still in there scrubbing something. When you turned the corner to see him on his hands and knees, muscular arms flexing as he really scrubbed that floor. You could tell there was something….about Carmen Berzatto. 

It wasn’t just the fact his brother died, it wasn’t this strange stoic seriousness he had at not even 35, it was something else. Dedication, maybe? But you weren't sure to what because not a day went by without referring to the restaurant as ‘a shithole with decent sandwiches’ - you knew he was just keeping it running because it’s what Cicero wanted and no one denied that man. But you wanted to see if that dedication or learning ability translated into the bedroom. “Damn- You could eat off that grout” you teased. His head popped up, blue eyes twinkling under the iridescent lights.

This damn family and their pretty eyes

“The hell you still doin’ here? Y’shift ended what-” he looked at the clock, “An hour and six minutes ago” he continued scrubbing at the tile with the tiny little brush. 

“Oh you memorized my shift schedule?” you teased, a small smile on your lips. You were towering over him, being sure to block his light so he would give you his attention once more.

“I make the schedule, yeah I know when my employees work” he looked up at you again “n’y’re in my light” he pushed his greasy curls out of his way with his dry hand. 

“Mmm- last I checked Chef Syd did the scheduling- unless…that changed?” you asked and he looked back at the floor, scrubbing over the same spot he had been since you came over here. 

He made a little ‘mm’ noise and was quiet for a few moments as he continued to scrub. “So why are you still here if y’not gettin’ paid?” he asked again. You crouched next to him, hugging your knees and he stopped, looking over at you. He could smell your perfume perfectly, your lipgloss glitter was shimmering in the light. He could very well near smell the mint coming off of your breath from the gum you had chewed an hour earlier. He swallowed thickly, blinking a few times how he did when he was confused he noticed and his eyes fan to your lips before back up to your eyes. “Uh-”

You cut him off “Cause I haven’t met you, Carmy. We haven’t talked, Why’s that?” you question with a small, innocent smile. It was true, he all but ignored you while he’d been here. The only time he spoke to you was when he absolutely had to tell you something or when he was assigning you your morning tasks when you first got in. 

“W-What d’you wanna know?” he asked, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips. He was nervous. 

“Why do you ignore me for starts” you jet your bottom lip slightly out into a little barely there pout for added effect, “Tina asked me a few days ago what I did, so what did I do Carmy?” you ask gently. You knew it was because you caught him staring at you so often he thought you thought he was a creep, but you thought it was adorable how flustered he got when he’d been caught and quickly tried to make it look like he’d been focused on something else. 

“Nothin- nothin’ y-you didn’t do anything m’sorry I made you feel- what’re you-” he trailed off as you gently fixed his Saint Anthony chain so it was facing front, carefully slipping your finger under the loop and pinching it between your forefinger and thumb, adjusting the clasp to be at the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, small things like that bug me, I think little things bug you too, Carm” you said softly. His cheeks were getting pink, his pupils were widening. Your plan was working. “Is this ok?” you gently fixed the sleeve of his t-shirt over his bicep, the fabric deliciously stretching over his buff arm 

“Mhmm” he muttered, breath catching as your hand trailed up his shoulder and resting there. “Did you um- did you need something…” he asked, voice that delicious kind of soft you adored. 

“I thought you'd never ask. I’m gonna go to the back office and wait. If you think you know what I need, then come on back. If you don’t want to, we can just pretend this never happened mm?” you got up, making sure to sway your hips a tad more as you went to the back office. You pushed the door shut behind you and dropped your tote under the desk, sitting down on it and leaning back against the wall. He came in 2 minutes later, cheeks red, biting his lip as he opened the door and saw you sitting on the desk.

He blinked rapidly, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing “Jesus Christ” he muttered to himself, shutting the door behind him. “Y-y’re sure. Like- wait you mean- you mean you want me t-” 

“Do whatever you want with me, chef,” you told him in a sultry tone, watching him closely as he walked over. You’d assumed he’d be just like Richie, rough, unforgiving, and sometimes even a little mean, but the way he cupped your cheek was…gentle. 

“Are you sure you want this? M’y’r boss..I don’ want you t’feel like i’m…making you, ‘er somethin’” he ran his thumb over your cheekbone. He was so close that you could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as well as the musky scent of the long workday mixed with his cologne. You were nearly put in a trance by it. In response, you gently rest your palm on the back of his neck, pulling him closer and giving him a gentle kiss. 

He leaned forward, resting his hand on the side of your thigh and kissing you back, his lips hesitant on yours at first but when he felt your tongue swipe his bottom lip, his hand moved to your shoulder and gently squeezed as he opened his mouth, tongue darting out to find yours. He moaned softly at your taste, his breath coming out in small hot puffs that fanned your upper lip as you explored his mouth with your tongue. His hand that was on the desk gently moved to your hip, giving a tentative squeeze. You grabbed it, bringing it to your breast and with your hand over his, guiding him to squeeze and massage it. 

He let out a little hum of realization and did as you asked, only able to do so much with a t-shirt bra and work shirt, he with trembling hands tugged at the bottom of your navy blue The Beef t-shirt, asking for permission to take it off. You pulled away, swiftly taking off the shirt and reconnecting your lips with his. Your hands made your way behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling it off, bringing both of his hands to your breasts. You whine softly as he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, the action making them even harder and perkier. He kissed down your jaw, nipping gently and sucking on the sensitive skin. 

Richie can’t know this happened 

“N-no marks babe- kay?” you said a bit breathlessly, hand trailing up to gently tug at his hair. He hummed in response, kissing down and mouthing over the hickeys Richie had left earlier in the week. You bit your lip as he continued to roll and tug your nipples kissing down your neck and when he finally got to your breasts you heard him mutter

“So fuckin perfect” before he took one of your perky abused nipples into his mouth, lightly sucking as you combed through his curls, taking out all the knots with your nimble fingers. With his other hand, he continued to massage your other breast, causing a moan to fall from your lips. 

“You wanna fuck me? Mm? Right here over the desk? You can go as hard as you want yea?” you told him, it was nice that he was spending so much time dedicated to making you feel good, but were confused why he hadn’t just…bent you over and gotten it over with by now like Richie usually did when you fucked at work. 

He pulled off with a pop, looking up at you with those wide eyes that had been darkened with lust. “Uh- Can I taste you..instead?” he asked shyly, resting his chin on your sternum gently, his hot breath puffing from his nose and tickling your chest. You raised your brows, looking at the clock - wasn’t he exhausted?! If he ate you out, that would be what - another 15 minutes on top of him getting off, would probably be another 20, so you both wouldn’t be getting out of there until 1:30 or so. 

Well, if it's what he wants.

“Sure honey” You got up, slipping out of the sweats you took the train home in usually, setting them on the desk to sit on and pushing your panties down as well after kicking off your Ugg slipper shoe-type things and sitting back on the desk, spreading your thighs for him and resting one of your heels on the edge. His mouth parted slightly, nearly dropping to his knees, his curls falling in front of his eyes but he didn’t seem to care as he kissed your inner thighs, almost enjoying his time getting you worked up. He gently sucked on your nether lip, groaning lightly at your flavor. Your mouth drops as you watch him, fully blissed out as he laps at your wet folds.

“Holy shit Carmy” you breathe, gently pushing his bangs back so you could see his pretty blue eyes once again. He looks up at you, sandy brown long lashes nearly touching his bushy brows as he connects his mouth with your clit, flicking his tongue over it and running his jaw back and forth messily, a mix of drool and your arousal running over his chin. “Wow feels so good - doin’ so good Carmy” you breathe, head falling back in pleasure and breathing picking up. He was really good at this. When Richie was in the mood (AKA his back wasn't hurting, or his knees, or his shoulder) he would give you the pleasure of eating you out, and he did it well, he always made sure you came when he did it, and you never had to fake it with him.

You weren’t going to have to fake it with Carmy, either, because holy shit - he was amazing at this. You felt that familiar tightening within’ your stomach within minutes. He took one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder to give himself a better angle, and ran his tongue down, slipping it inside of your pussy and moaning as you gush over his tongue when his nose runs back and forth over your clit, stimulating it most deliciously. Your thigh twitched, toes curling, and a sharp moan comes from your throat, biting down roughly on your lip. “God- god Carmy, I’m cumming” you warn, Gripping his curls rougher which seemed to edge him on, rubbing you rougher with his nose and curling his tongue up against your gummy walls, wet lewd noises coming from between your thighs. 

Within moments there was a fire of pleasure shooting beneath your skin as you cried out in ecstasy. Your eyes rolled beneath your lids, letting go of his hair and gripping the desk instead with a crushing grip as he worked you through the intense waves of overstimulating delight that ripped through you relentlessly. He finished with a chaste kiss on your thigh before grabbing your bra and helping you put it on as well as your panties, even finding the shirt you’d thrown and shaking off the dust from the floor before handing it over. “That was uh…really good, thank you” he wiped his chin and lips with the back of his hand, rubbing it on the back of his jeans. You shamelessly stared at his crotch and noticed the hard bulge in his jeans before looking back up at him.

“You don’t want to get rid of that? I can suck you off if you want I have a hair tie” you said, holding up your wrist to show him. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“No- no you don’t owe me anything, I got what I needed don’worry. See y’tomorrow- make sure you leave through the back I already locked up the front” he said, leaving the office and closing the door behind him to give you some privacy. You sat in shock for a moment, blinking a few times. All he wanted from you was to eat you out? You’d never met another guy who simply ate you out and that was it - they’d always…expected something from you after, and of course, you gave it because you felt like they’d paid you a favor just by eating you out first even if you didn’t finish. You slip your work shirt back on, get up, and put on your sweats with shaky legs before slipping your shoes back on. 

It continued like this, the days you weren't fucking Richie, you were in the back office getting eaten until you nearly passed out. Until The Beef started getting renovated, then the days you weren’t getting your brains fucked out in Richie's bed, your thighs spread wide at odd hours of the morning on Carmens’ couch, some random cooking show playing in the background as he lapped at your pussy like a man starved on his knees in front of you after kissing down your body like you were a goddess to be worshipped. If you were quite honest, you liked this routine. It felt perfect for you, you knew where your feelings lay for both of the men, and it was a stable comfortable routine on both sides. 

For Richie, it was fun and flirtatious. Sneaky spanks when you came to visit and help him renovate the restaurant with Neil, rough makeout sessions in the back alley when he went out for a smoke, rough near bruising quickies in the soon-to-be walk-in freezer that hadn’t been set up yet, so it was a nice little private area you two could go. He’d even started stealing a kiss or two when you weren’t being sexual. He was protective of you, Carmy started noticing this. That was why a few weeks before the big opening, he had started being a bit more handsy with you. 

The two of you started spending a lot more time together, and you realized he was even opening up to you a bit more. He began asking to see you more often, taking you out with him when he had to run errands for the opening. When he took you with him to the restaurant supply store, he had his hand rested on your lower back, gently rubbing circles as he explained to you the difference between the bunch of different kinds of cutlery. You had been baffled that there were 11 different kinds of butter knives there and he explained to you the difference between them, as well as showed you which sets went together.

It was strange you were clenching your thighs together while a man chatted you up over silverware, but the way he guided your hand to hold them so you were doing it ‘properly’ when you picked one up to get a closer look, had your heart jumping to your throat. That specific encounter was the first time you’d been able to really fuck him, and also draw some dominance out of him as well. It wasn't even his day with you, he knew it - he very well knew this, but little did you know that was the reason why he did it. You rode him hard and fast in the back of his van in the parking lot, he’d made sure to move to a spot in the way back where no one else had been parked so the two of you didn’t get caught and thrown on a registry, of course.

So, that night when you had met up with Richie after he had made you dinner and bent you over the couch for your usual Wednesday night activities - by the first yank of your hips you squeaked, “Gentle - please, daddy, not too rough..” you were glad he was taking you from behind, because you couldn’t bare the confused sweet sorry look on his face. You never asked him to be gentle with you, of course he obliged- because it was all an act. Richie was a big softie, a teddy bear. He just liked to fool around and put on the big mean daddy act in the bedroom because it was fun for the both of you.t in the bedroom because it was fun for the both of you. But he would never really want to hurt you. 

“Wha’s wrong baby, mm? Why you hurtin’?” He held you up by your ribs, sweetly kissing your hairline as he thrusted slower and softer in and out of you, gently resting his lips against your forehead “was I too hard Monday? M’sorry my sweet girl” he rubbed over your breast gently as he continued his gentler strokes. His sweet girl. That caused your heart to sting a bit. You didn’t know that he liked you too, the same way you liked him. Unless it was just an act? You hope it was an act. 

“Yeah” you said, knees going weaker when he reached around your front and toyed with your clit, your hips bucking at the soreness Carmen had left you with earlier. 

“Yeah? Y’never been like this before sweetheart” he kissed over your neck, beard scratching at your skin. 

“Mm- s’okay- feels good- like it when it hurts like this” you rest your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes and feeling a pit of guilt setting in your stomach. Would it hurt him if he found out you had started fooling around with Carmy? You hoped not, but couldn’t help but wonder. They were family. Most of all you would hope it wouldn’t make him insecure due to the much closer proximity Carmy and your ages were. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t even realize he was finishing inside of you like normal moaning into your hair. 

“So good- such a good girl” he kissed your head. “go get cleaned up kid, gotta get outta here early t’day cus’ I needa go to Eva’s school play thing” he pats your ass gently and pulled out, leaving you draped over the arm of the couch naked from the waist down and cum leaking down your thighs. You shut your eyes for a moment, rubbing over your face before standing up and doing as he said. 

A little over a week later, Carmy asked you to go straight with him. Well. Not really, he asked you if you were fucking other people to which you gave a simple yes and he just said ‘oh…wish I could be the only one’ you teased him and asked if that meant you wanted to be together, just the two of you and he said yes. So, you stopped fucking Richie. You stopped letting him kiss you in dry storage - you stopped having your ass be available for slapping as he walked by. 

And man, was it hard. He looked like a sad puppy, a small pout coming to his lips when you turned your cheek causing him to kiss that instead of your lips. “ ‘ey-“ he turned your face towards him “where’s my kiss?” You just looked down at the floor, before turning and grabbing the bag of onions you’d been sent in there to get and saying 

“I don’t think we should keep doing this. We should…just work together.” As much as you hated to say it, you did. Then you left the dry storage, and Richie felt his heart crack slightly. Things with him felt way more real then with Carmy, but Carmy was the one who asked you to be his, so you just…went with who asked. You had thought that was the best choice. Even though you stomped on his heart that day, he still cracked jokes with you, and was the same sweet dork you worked with before you started hooking up, the sweet dork that made you want to hook up with him in the first place. 

2 days before the friends and family opening, Carmy invited you over to his so he could cook for you. You’d been able to have his cooking once before, when he’d had you come over right in front of Richie at The Beef, and held a spoon to your lips, a hand under your chin for you to try something he’d come up with. Tonight he was making his familys pasta, and when you’d got there you nearly jumped his bones when he was wearing a work shirt from The Beef. You’d never seen him in it before, he’d never worn it to work even though everyone else had to be wearing theirs.

 You had a joke with yourself that he knew how yummy and slutty he looked in those stupid plain white t’s so thats why he kept wearing them.

“Hey sexy” You’d said when he opened the door, standing on your toes to kiss him deeply. He hummed, pulling you inside quickly and shutting the door behind you both so no neighbors would see. He grabbed your ass with his palms, squeezing it and spanking you lightly.

“Hey pretty girl” he said, kissing your top lip messily “y’hungry, right? Dinners almost done” he carefully brushed your hair from your face, looking down into your eyes with one of his sweet smiles.

“Mm always hungry for the best chef in the worlds food” you mused, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and playing with his curls “Why’d you never wear this at work, mm? Y’look sexy babe” you kissed his neck. He hummed, hands trailing up your back and palming over your ribs.

“Cause they’re itchy, and it’s laundry day” he said as you rubbed over his chest, grabbing at his pecks and squeezing at the flesh. He chuckled, brushing your hands “jesus someones handsy eh? He cupped your cheeks, angling your eyes towards him “food’ll burn, go wash up yeah? I’ll get y’plate ready” he pecked your lips and ran his hands down your front, grabbing your hand nd pressing it to his lips before heading back to the kitchen.

You followed as he said, going to the restroom and washing your hands as well as your makeup off with the makeup wipes that lived in his bathroom for you now, before going to his bedroom. You stepped out of your stupid waitress uniform, slipping on his white shirt that kissed just below your bum. You padded out to the kitchen, seeing him wiping the edge of your plates off with a paper towel, a kitchen rag over his shoulder. God, he looked so amazing in his element. “Hey” you said gently, going to hug him from behind 

“Hey sweet girl, just about done” he sprinkled some fresh parsley over the dish masterfully, before gently rubbing over the back of your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it. “How was the train?” he asked and you pulled away, walking over to his couch and sitting since he’d never bothered to get a kitchen table. 

“Okay, weirdo was playing a ukelele again” you plopped down, crossing your legs and looking over at the random dutch cooking program he had been watching from his station in the kitchen, “You speak dutch?” you asked, he chuckled and you weren’t sure at which statement. 

“No, I don’t, I just watch, and I know what they’re doin’ by the look usually.” he came over, setting a beautiful plate of pasta in your lap and sitting down with the small pot he used for sauce, that he’d mixed the noodles in half hazardly and twirled some of the noodles on the fork, taking a bite. 

Classic Carmy, serving you a Michelin Starred dish, and eating the leftover scraps. 

That was the night you really fell for him. Especially after he did the same thing that he did the first time the two of you hooked up, put you first. Even if he didn’t want you to touch him, even if he was too shy to cuddle you before you fell asleep. You really felt your heart crack open for him.

The night of friends and family, though, you may as well have been a stranger. No matter what you did that night to get his attention, he fully ignored you and snapped at you, and everyone, to ‘pick up your fucking pace’. You had never had him snap at you like this. All you wanted to do was go joke around with Richie, maybe pull him into the dry storage for a quick makeout - but you couldn’t, not anymore. You missed him. You missed your old man, as much as he despised you calling him that, you adored the way he frowned and spanked you in response to the name, telling you ‘it’s already unfair when we go out they think y’my daughter’ 

When you had find out that Carmy had been locked in the freezer - your first instict was to rush to the back of house, comfort him- tell him it would all be fine, but you knew you couldn’t do that, and it would piss him off if you did so. You were his well kept secret, and he wanted you to stay that way. You had found out from Syd, who was really the only one to know about your short-lived relationship - since Carmy seemed to be more open with her then he did with you - his supposed girlfriend. 

“He’s ok, he’s fine- look, just keep pace, ok, me and Richie will handle this - bring the plates from tinas station to table 11, ok?” she told you calmly, giving you a quick reassuring hug before whisking you off to do your job. You did as she said, putting on a smile and bringing the food out to the table, setting it down the way you’d been trained and telling them what was what before telling them to enjoy and heading back to the kitchen to pick up another round of food to bring out to an awaiting hungry group of patrons.

Three hours later, when the night was finally coming to a close- you decided it was a good time to go check on Carmy. All the guests had left, and it was just the staff at this point. You knew that the fire department was on the way since Richie had let everyone know they’d been called, and Syd was back there trying to calm him down. What you didn’t know, was Syd had told Carmy to hold on for a moment because she was gonna go tell her father goodbye and thank him for coming, so he had been left all alone in the back of house, in the freezer.

You walked in, hearing him rambling as you walk up, listening closely to what he was saying.

“Like- Like right? Right?” he chuckled a bit “W-what the fuck was I thinkin’? Huh? The fuck was I thinkin’, Syd? Like - Like I was gonna be in- “ he laughed a bit “In- i-in a relationship- er- er some shit? I-I’m a fuckin- a fuckin psycho- thats thats why, thats why I’m good at what I do, thats how I operate, Syd, you wanna be the best? I am the fucking best, because I didn’t have- any- any of this - this fuckin…bullshit! Right? I-I- I could focus, and I could concentrate, and I- I had a fuckin’ routine, an- and I had fuckin cell reception! An-” he paused. You felt your heart crack, tears filling your eyes,

You were bullshit to him.

He continued, “I dont need to provide amusement or enjoyment. I dont need to- to receive, any amusement- or - or enjoyment. Y’know? And I’m…I’m completely fine, with that. Because absolutely no amount of good, is worth how fuckin’ shitty this feels. S’just…a complete waste of my fucking time.” 

You let out the sob you were holding back, gasping a breath, shaking your head and with a trembling voice, you say, “I’m really sorry you feel this way, Carmy…” before rushing out of the kitchen, hot tears running down your cheeks. You grab your bag from behind the counter, slamming into richie on the way out of the restaurant and he stopped you, grabbing your arm. 

“Hey- hey kid” he said, and the soothing sound of his voice made you break down fully, starting to sob so hard you couldnt see straight, collapsing into his chest. 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry for being so shitty- I- I dont deserve you” you cried, hugging him tightly, “I have-” you took a gasping breath and look up at him “I- i’m done- tell Carmy that I’m done here….” you let go of him and rush out, quickly walking towards the train station the wind whipping your wet cheeks. You pulled out your phone, calling Carmy to leave him a voicemail. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t know why you fuckin’ asked me out- but uh- fuck you, carmy. Youre right- you deserve nothing- youre a coward, and an asshole. I hate you for making me love you” you hung up, shoving your phone in your pocket, not even caring the admission that slipped past your lips as you stomped up the stairs to the L platform.

Back at the restaurant, Richie storms into the kitchen, slamming his palm on the freezer door. “Yo- the fuck did you just do?” he asked, voice laced with anger.

“I-I don’know. I-I don’ know what the fuck she heard. Dunno” Carmy said, voice indifferent to the entire thing, which just made anger bubble in his chest at his lack of caring. Richie slams his hand into the door harder, making Carmy jump a bit.

“No- asshole, I said - the fuck did you just say, to that fuckin’ girl?” Richie repeated, getting louder now.

“Richie” Carmy said, sighing to himself.

“Richie? Richie What- Tell me! Tell me, What the fuck. What the fuck did you just say to that fuckin girl, Carmen” 

“Will you just shut the FUCK UP AND GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PLEASE!” Carmy shouts, not having any part of being scolded when his fingertips felt like ice. 

“Oh- oh yeah, I’ll get y’the fuck outta there, Donna” Richie mocked, so angry he didnt care how deeply he cut in the moment.

“The fuck you just say t’me?” Carmy challanged

“I-” Richie sighed, knowing he just took things too far and dropped his head back in annoyance.

“N-no- Richie- What the fuck did you just say?” Carmy asks, louder this time, Pounding on the door when he didnt get a response. 

“Yo- cousin, cousin look - I don’t know why you gotta fuck up everything good in your life. That girl is nice, shes a good fuckin friend t’you” Richie explained, completely oblivious to everything that had really been going on. 

“Are you -” Carmen laughs “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” he spits, the comparison to his mother causing fire to race through his veins.

“No- No i’m not, cousin, someones gotta tell you this shit, ‘eh? First fuckin friend after comin’ home you go ahead and make her cry?!” Richie scolded.

“FUCK YOU! Fuck you Richie!” Carmy yells, running his hands through his hair,

“Ohhh yea, here we go, fuck me, yeeeaaa Carm” he mocked him.

“Yeah! Yeah fuck you fuckin loser. You wouldn’t have shit without me. So fuck you!” carmy shouted at him, his breath coming out in large frosty puffs in front of him.

“Oh-” Richie chuckled, a twinge in his chest that Carmy was willing to cut so deep so quickly “Yeah- yeah tough guy” he mocked, voice getting meeker

“Yeah! Yeah! You- Or y’fuckin kid- fuckin loser - only reason you have anything is me!” Carmy roars, slamming on the door “so ye’ cousin, fuck you!” 

“My KID? Y’gonna talk about my KID? Well at least I have a fuckin kid! What d’you have other then a restaurant, jackass!” he yelled back.

“YEAH? I HAVE THE GIRL YOU BEEN FUCKIN’ FOR THE PAST YEAR, MORON. Why you think she dropped you so fast? Huh? You fucking idiot! She chose me- so ye’. I am the reason you have what you have AND I’LL TAKE WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT. FUCK YOU” He yelled through the door, kicking it with his chefs clog.

Richies mouth dropped, stepping back and feeling as if he’d just been stabbed in the heart. “What?” he said, believing his ears were playing tricks on him, how could Carmy do such a thing to him?

“Yeah- yeah. She chose me, and guess what, I fucked her because i wanted to show you I could. Y’fuckin prick” he sat down on one of the boxes of frozen steaks, rubbing over his face roughly. Richie raced out of the kitchen, telling Syd he was ‘done’ and quickly taking out his phone to call you. 

Back in the freezer, Carmens phone buzzed. He looked at it, seeing a voicemail from you that finally pushed through. When he heard your sad, broken voice, admit that he’d caused you to hate him by his behaviour made him chuck his phone against the freezer wall so hard that the screen shattered.

Never so badly had he ever fucked up, and by doing so he lost the best thing to ever happen to him.

[flemingsfreckles]

Ol’ College Try (18+) Pt. 2

Part 1 HERE

Warnings: smut, strap sucking (slight mention gagging), mention of oral sex (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), language

WC: 2.6k

A/N: if you saw this posted before… no you didn’t 🫣 I’m reposting it because tumblr didn’t want to tag it… anyways enjoy

The two of you continued to “practice”, not finding much success in terms of getting you to reach orgasm without the help from Jessie’s fingers or mouth after the fact. You tried using a vibrator, it just got in the way most of the time, frustrating you more when the thrust from Jessie’s hips would bump it from your hand. The two of you had tried using the toy not attached to the harness, Jessie’s hand and arm doing the work, still no luck. Jessie’s persistence never wavered, she offered often to try it and you usually accepted, it was hot watching her fuck you, your body just wasn’t on the same page.

“Would you maybe want to try a different position?” Jessie says as she was kneeled between your thighs as you laid back on the bed, the toy resting on your stomach as once again you had been unable to finish with the new toy. The two of you had stuck with missionary for the most part, or some variation of it, thinking it would be the easiest, as it was what most people considered the basic position.

“I’ve uh, I’ve read that sometimes the girl, or I guess, you, since we’re both girls, if you’re in control it can feel better.” Jessie looks down toward your stomach where the toy rested, aggressively avoiding eye contact with you.

You feel a smirk grow on your face placing her chin between your thumb and index finger and you pull her face up to see she’s sporting a blush. “You’ve been doing research?” You genuinely are asking but your tone comes out as if you’re teasing her.

“Stop.” She shakes her head away from your grip, shying into her own chest. “It’s not funny.”

“No, Jessie, I wasn’t making fun of you.” She doesn’t budge at your words. “Babe, come on, I’m not making fun of you.” You sit up to pull her into your chest. “If anything, it’s sort of hot that you bothered researching for me.”

“I just want to make you feel good. It’s pissing me off that I’m not good at this!” Perfectionist, that was one way to describe Jessie, that’s what made her such a good student, it’s also what made her so good on the football pitch, she worked until she could do something right and then worked harder to make it perfect.

“Babe,” you grab her hands holding them in yours. “I love you, and I love that you want me to feel good, but how many times do I have to tell you, you are what makes me feel good, not some silicone tube.” You gesture to her waist. “You make me feel plenty good without it.”

“Well I want to make you feel good with it too.” Jessie huffs, pulling back from you and sliding off the bed. She undoes the strap with much more grace than the first few times, letting it drop with a thud to the ground. She throws on her shirt before following it with her shorts. “I’m going to make lunch.” She mumbles before walking out of the door, closing it with a little bit of aggression behind her.

Shocked by the way she got up and left, you stare at the closed door for a moment before looking down at your stomach where traces of lube covered your stomach. You roll your eyes, a little annoyed by Jessie’s outburst, frustrated that she up and left you still naked in the bed. Sitting up you slide off the bed and make your way into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up with a washcloth before changing into some comfortable clothing. Jessie turns to look at you as the bedroom door opens and you step out, her expression filled with guilt.

You look at her before diverting your eyes to the floor and making your way to the couch. It’s not long until you feel familiar arms wrap around your shoulders, Jessie leaning over the back of the couch to hug you from behind.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked away.” She says before planting a kiss on your cheek. “That wasn’t nice of me to leave you.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You turn to give her a quick peck. “And Jess, I wasn’t making fun of you, and also I think the new positions thing is a good idea.” You add quickly muttering.

You see her eyes light up slightly before she tries to hide her eagerness. “Okay, next time we’ll try it.”

That next time, came the following day. You couldn’t lie you had thought about it all night, more than you’d like to admit. The idea of Jessie putting you in different positions, her strong arms moving you around, molding you exactly how she wanted. The first few times the two of you had tried the toy, Jessie had been timid, worried about hurting you more than anything but as you continued to practice, Jessie became more comfortable, the force behind her thrusts growing, the speed increasing. You knew once the two of you started trying new positions she’d be enamored and likely start to get rougher with you and you couldn’t wait.

You wanted it to feel good, but more than that you wanted to make Jessie feel good, you wanted her to feel satisfied with her performance, you wanted to get the cocky little ego she had back. You loved seeing the smirk on her face after she’d make you fall apart. She still had half a smirk when she’d get you off with her fingers or mouth after trying with the strap but you could tell it was bothering her.

“Go put it on.” You gently pushed Jessie off of you, her head resting on your thigh. Jessie had insisted on making you cum with her mouth first. She had been sick of leaving you disappointed, despite telling her multiple times you weren’t disappointed. She was determined to get you to cum on her strap. Giving her a head start on your pleasure by having you already sensitive after your first orgasm was part of her research. It would maybe make the second one easier.

You watch as she walks over to the bag in the corner of her bedroom, grabbing out the harness and toy. She no longer hid away while putting it on, she knew you liked watching, almost making it into a show for you.

Usually you’d lay down, awaiting her to come over to the bed. This time when she came over you sat up, putting your hands out on her shoulders. “Lay down.” She had her ideas about what she wanted to try, but so did you.

“What?”

“Lay down.” You moved to the side of the bed, leaving Jessie space to lay down. Jessie looks at you for a second, blinking twice before climbing on the bed and laying down. Smiling down at Jessie you swing one thigh over her stomach straddling her waist.

“Oh.” You watch as the realization hits Jessie on why you had asked her to lay down. Her hands come to rest on your thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

“Yeah baby, new positions and all, right?” You smirk down at her grinding your core down into her stomach slightly, letting your arousal dip onto her skin.

You lean down bringing your lips to Jessie’s, kissing her hard, your hands on her chest squeezing slightly. Her hands begin to run up and down your thighs, trailing around to your ass, giving you a hard squeeze. Her hands begin to aid in the grinding motion you had already started, pulling you and pushing you ever so slightly while rolling her own hips up.

You pull back after a couple minutes, lifting yourself up onto your knees to slide back closer to where the harness sat across Jessie’s hips. You hold the toy flush to Jessie’s stomach before sliding yourself even further back straddling her thighs. You look at her, then down to the toy in front of you, then back up to her before you shift again, moving to sit between her legs.

Leaning over the toy you open your mouth, letting a drop of saliva fall onto the toy. You follow down the drop of spit, bringing your lips to kiss the tip of the toy before looking up at Jessie. Lips parted slightly and eyebrows raised Jessie looked surprised by your actions. “Can I?” You ask, looking down at the toy again.

Nodding wordlessly Jessie gives you permission.

You stick your tongue out, swirling it around the tip of the toy. You watch as Jessie’s eyebrows raise at your actions. The silicone slides easily over your tongue, your lips coming to wrap around the tip. Slowly sinking down you take more of the toy into your mouth, for a moment closing your eyes, only focusing on breathing through your nose.

When you open your eyes and look up to Jessie she’s got her bottom lip between her teeth. You can practically see the lust and attraction in Jessie’s face, the way she’s looking down at you, a mix of a smirk and surprise. “That’s, you look so hot.” she stutters out as her hand comes to the top of your head, not pushing you down but just resting her hand on the back of your head.

You let her revel in the visual that you were providing her for a few more moments, working up and down the toy, coating it in your saliva. Feeling a rush of confidence you try to move your mouth further down, accidentally pushing yourself too far, gagging on the tip of the toy and immediately pulling off coughing slightly.

“Are you okay?” Jessie says, sitting up abruptly, her hand now holding tight into your hair holding you up and away from the strap.

“Yeah.” You wipe your chin that had become covered in your own spit. You feel your cheeks start to heat up feeling embarrassed as you look at Jessie’s face that was full of concern. “Sorry, I thought maybe you’d like watching.”

“I did, that was very hot.” Jessie says her hands coming to cup your face, she slowly pulls you up from between her legs so your back straddling her waist, she meets you halfway kissing you passionately.

“I’d take it you didn’t come across that in your researching?” You tease Jessie when she breaks the kiss.

“Shut up.” She playfully rolls her eyes. You give her one more quick kiss before your hand finds the strap between your bodies. You lift yourself up again, moving now so you hover over the tip of the toy. Jessie’s hand comes to grab the base holding it before running the head through your folds a few times. “Ready?” She says as she lets the tip rest against your entrance.

“Yeah, but I got it, you just lay back.” Your hand meets hers taking the toy from her grip. She lets go, reluctantly, and you slowly sink down. You let out a moan of appreciation at the feeling. It was similar to when Jessie had been on top, but something about this felt more filling. It was more sensitive, still feeling the effects of Jessie’s skillful tongue. You don’t immediately start moving, instead leaning down to kiss Jessie’s cheek before moving your mouth to her ear. “Just enjoy the show baby.”

Your hands come to her chest, supporting yourself as you begin to lift up, starting slowly letting yourself get used to the feeling, getting used to the movement. “Oh fuck.” You whine at the feeling of fullness as your hips meet Jessie’s again.

“You look so beautiful baby.” Jessie says, looking up at you, her hands come up, each wrapping around your breast. She has a dumbfounded look on her face as she watches you, part of her gaze made you feel confident, she was looking up in awe at you. The other part of your brain wanted to shy away from the intensity of her eyes. “So sexy riding me.” She emphasizes her words with a squeeze to each side, her thumbs caressing your nipples letting them harden under her touch.

You shake your head at her action. “No baby, you’re just enjoying the view.” You say taking her hands off your chest and pinning them on the bed beside her head. You keep your hands on hers, keeping her on the bed with your weight. It takes a few seconds but you quickly become comfortable riding her in this new position. You love watching her as her eyes trail down to your chest, bouncing more with the new leaned over angle.

After just a few thrusts at the new angle you can tell it feels different, it feels better, the way the toy was rubbing inside of you was pleasant. “Fuck, this feels good babe.”

“Yeah?” You begin to see a small sliver of cockiness showing through as she smiles up at you.

“Yeah.” You let out a deep moan after responding. “Your dick feels so good Jess.” Jessie groans at your words. The longer you move up and down, the more comfortable you become, starting to speed up. The sound of your skin slapping together echoing the room, accompanied by whines of pleasure from your own mouth.

That is until you accidentally lift yourself up too far, the head of the toy falling out and flat onto Jessie’s stomach. Not realizing quick enough when you go to lower yourself you’re met with the disappointing feeling of emptiness. You let out a noise of frustration before lifting yourself up again.

“Sorry.” You mutter, your hand blindly reaching between your legs for the toy, fumbling around for a moment you feel the slight embarrassment creeping back in from earlier. “This is harder than it looks.”

“It’s fine baby, here, let me help.” Jessie brings a hand onto your thigh, helping to support some of your weight while her other moves to the toy, teasing you with it before she places the head at your entrance. “There.” You sink down onto her again, feeling relieved at the sudden full feeling.

You feel her suddenly thrust her hips up slowly, in time with your own movements. “Jess.” You say trying to warn her, she was supposed to be watching.

“I want to fuck you, please?” She begs looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You debate making her wait longer, but the wide eyed stare you were receiving always made you weak. You couldn’t turn her down especially when all she wanted to do was bring you pleasure. You nod down at her “Okay baby, go ahead.”

Jessie wastes no time thrusting her hips upward, jolting your body and making a surprised scream fall from your lips. She meets each of your bounces with a thrust of her own, giving it more force. She continues thrusting up into you, her speed increasing. “Fuck, babe, so good.”

Her hands come around to your back now, wrapping them around you, she pulls you down so your chest is against hers. You’re now unable to move yourself but Jessie continues to bounce her hips up into you. Digging her feet into the mattress, Jessie angles her hips giving her more leverage to fuck into you. The sound of her thighs slapping your own fills the room.

That’s when you start feeling it build. The all too familiar tightness in your core. You tuck your head into Jessie’s shoulder, panting into her ear. “Jess, Jess please.”

One of her hands now gripped your ass, moving your hips with her strength to meet her equally powerful thrusts but leaving you completely out of control. “What baby?” She says breathlessly into your ear as her other hand comes between your bodies, her finger tips finding your clit.

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” You bite down on her shoulder as your legs begin to shake and the feeling of pleasure washes over your body. It’s a different sensation, one that feels deeper, more intense as you feel yourself tighten around the strap.

Jessie keeps thrusting, her grip on you is tight as she helps you through the overwhelming feeling. She praises you, planting hot, open mouthed kisses on your neck. When your whines begin to die down, Jessie slows, giving you a few more long thrusts before just grinding up into you.

“Fuck.” You whisper, finally feeling your brain come down from floating in the clouds. Bringing your hands to Jessie’s hips should stall her grinding motion.

“You alright?” Jessie murmurs into your neck where her head still remains.

“Yeah.” You let out a small laugh. “Yeah I’m good, I’m really good.” Pulling your head out from the crook of her neck you look up to see the cocky smile you had been missing. “What?”

“Nothing.” Jessie says defensively before biting back her smirk. You bring your head back into her neck. Your lips plant soft kisses along her neck and collarbone, showing her your affection. She traces soft lines along your back with her fingers and the two of you lay for a couple minutes, just the feeling of each other and the sounds of your breathing.

”Well I think your research was right.” You admit when you finally press yourself up, the toy is still deep inside of you.

“Yeah I think it was.” Cocky smile still perched on Jessie’s lips and she looks at you.

“You want to show me what else you learned from your research?”

“I’d love to.” Jessie gives you a kiss on the lips, letting it linger for a moment as she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a slight bite before releasing it. Her hands find your hips and give a quick pat. “Get up and get on your hands and knees.”

[mr-bas00nist]

I’m not sure wether or not your requests are open, I couldn't find a post containing much information, but I have a good idea! Or, at least what i think is a good idea... Okay so hear me out, slashers x blind s/o, and like the slashers get upset if people dump palets or stuff on you during a chase. (Silent hill)

Taking a leap here, assuming you want pyramid head in this with the Silent Hill in parenthesis and I’m gonna assume your requesting killer reader. I’ve gotchu 😏

Contains: Pyramid Head, Danny Johnson, Micheal Myers, Amanda Young and Carmina Mora because she’s my main. Usual dbd and blood stuff.

The Artist (Carmina Mora)

-Carmina is a sweetheart to you, always has been

-She makes artwork for you with chunky paint so you can feel and imagine the patterns

-At first she was skeptical and a bit angry at the entity for bringing in a blind killer

-I mean for gods sake, you can’t see blood pools or scratch marks!

-But as she watches you, she realizes just how lethal you are

-you have incredible hearing and over senses that you don’t even need to see

-When you came out of a match one day you rubbed your head with a groan

-That new survivor Ripley slammed the hell out of you with a pallet

-Carmina walked over to you concerned as she observed your state

-You reassured her you were fine but she was furious

-How dare she! You didn’t deserve that!

-next match she made sure to mori the hell out of Ripley

-The crows needed to eat after all

The Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

-Danny at first couldn’t decide whether to make fun of you or not

-he also was angry at the entity for bringing in a blind killer but he didn’t care in the way Carmina did

-He always kept a close eye on every killer just to see if he had any competition

-he was a bit aggravated that he began watching you expecting nothing much

-oh was he surprised when he saw how you functioned

-all your senses were heightened and in tune with everything around you

-you were a great listener and that intrigued him

-one day he began listening to you and talking with you

-he actually liked you

-you listened to him ramble for hours and could recite anything he could say

-one day after a particularly rough trial you were snarling in anger

-Danny notices this and quickly came over to check on you

-Fucking David and his stupid insults all match

-he pissed you off so bad you lost sight of the gene and everything else

-but don’t worry, Danny will make sure to gut him just for you and describe every photo of his corpse in grave detail

The Executioner (Pyramid Head)

-Pyramid could sense your power so he never underestimated you

-He always watched you outside of trials

-you guys grew closer just relishing in each other comfort

-when you’d talk he’d listen and when you weren’t talking you two would just sit in silence

-When you came out of a match with shakier breathing than usual he could sense immediately what happened

-entitled survivors annoying you, he’ll take care of it, he is the executioner after all

The Pig (Amanda Young)

-Amanda’s intrigued by you

-she’s actually the first to address you

-you two hit it off immediately

-unlike Danny though your the one who talks more and she listens

-She’ll listen to you ramble while she tweaks her bear traps for each match letting out soft hums and nods to make sure you knew she was listening

-Amanda actually developed the habit of helping you out with little things

-she knew you were perfectly capable of doing everything but she wanted to just feel like she was helping

-When you came back from a trial with a lot more blood then usual she didn’t say anything

-she took your coat and outerwear and just simply cleaned it for you

-it’s the least she could do for you since you helped her with her loneliness

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long! Life’s been busy!

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

I've said it before, I'll say it again: I can't fucking stand the double standards of this fandom. Everytime I see someone bitch about how the Targaryens are "colonizers" I want to bash my brains out. And these posts always include the op talking about how great the Starks are and how they do no fucking wrong.

Like where are these people's media comprehension???? Do they know the basic definitions of things? Add to that the fact that most of these people also constantly call Dany a "white savior". Like literally read a dictionary and try actually reading the books!

I just saw a post where someone was saying that they hate the idea of Dany being the Prince that was Promised because her ancestors were colonizers and she's a white savior.

Instead, they wanted Jon Snow, who, you know, doesn't have any colonizer ancestry. Because the Starks were perfect angels, who took control of the North by asking nicely. And the First Men were gifted Westeros by the Children of the Forest when they arrived because they were all such good friends.

Literally anyone who read ASOIAF (and has the smallest bit of media comprehension) knows that that's the farthest thing from the truth.

The First Men were colonizers who waged outright war with the CotF for thousands of years and desecrated their sacred places. Yes, eventually they made the Pact, but that only resulted in the CotF being slowly pushed out of Westeros completely and they were eventually fully walled out of their ancestral land. They're literally dying out now, as Leaf explains to Bran in ADWD.

Now, doesn't that sound familiar? To me, that sounds an awful lot like what the European colonies did to the Indigenous peoples of the Americas. Of course it's similar, GRRM is heavily inspired by history.

The Targaryens are conquerors, not colonizers. By the time of the Conquest, they have lived in Westeros for hundreds of years. The Conquerors, their parents, and grandparents were all born and raised on Dragonstone in Westeros.

The Targaryens are a Westerosi house, just like the Starks, Martells, and Hightowers. The only difference between all these houses is the timing of their arrival in Westeros. What exactly are the implications of this belief?

And obviously Dany isn't a white savior. Essos is a very diverse continent, so is their slave system. It's class based, not race based. A large portion of the Essosi slaves looked like Dany because they were of Valyrian descent. The slaves span every ethnicity, why is that so difficult to understand? Not only do the books themselves describe the ethnicity of many of the slaves, GRRM himself came out and debunked this interpretation!

I understand not being comfortable with this kind of story to an extent. The concept of liberation efforts has been tainted by the white savior trope. However, one's personal preferences don't equal the actual content of the story!

I think the thing that pisses me off the most about people who take these stances in the ASOIAF fandom is their pseudo-intellectualism.

Each person who writes these posts believes they have better media comprehension and even superior morality than everyone else. They misapply definitions of extremely damaging ideas so smugly. They believe they are correcting the views of other readers and GRRM himself, and as such, refuse to see how gravely mistaken they are. It's as concerning as it is infuriating.

[reading-comp-posting]

Have you ever considered using AI tools to assist with writing your responses?

Well no, because I'm doing this blog for fun. I'm enjoying writing out reading comprehension questions for posts, so why would I automate that away?

But let's say that I saw myself as some sort of arbitor of reading comprehension who needs to post as much as possible to enlighten the lowly tumblr masses. Let's say that I'm interested in upping my output of questions by any means necessary.

I opened up chatgpt and input a certain request, which would hopefully make it write questions about the last post I responded to:

Write reading comprehension questions about a Tumblr post, written by a user named "echoeyee," that reads as folows: "my take on shipping aromantic characters is that if you're aro you get to do whatever you want and if you're not you have to write me a three page essay 12 pt font times new roman double spaced explaining in detail why you believe entering a romantic relationship would be an interesting and worthwhile storyline for the character and how you believe their aromanticism would affect the way they experience said relationship"

And it certainly did write a lot of questions about it. Let's go through them, one by one.

1. What is the primary stance expressed by the Tumblr user "echoeyee" regarding shipping aromantic characters?

This one is good. If you look at the set I wrote, my first one is basically the same, just with different words and a less formal tone.

2. According to the post, what conditions must non-aromantic individuals fulfill if they wish to advocate for romantic storylines involving aromantic characters?

Again, this one is good. It's basically my 3rd question but, yet again, more formal.

3. Describe the format and specifications outined for the essay mentioned in the post.

This is the part where the questions get bad. The exact details of the essay are irrelevant, other than the fact that they imply a formal, academic setting.

4. In your own words, explain the user's perspective on the autonomy of aromantic individuals in contrast to non-aromantic individuals when it comes to shipping characters.

This question seems to genuinely be a product of chatgpt pissing on the poor. The purpose of the post (and specifically the essay within) is to ask people who ship aromantic characters without being aromantic themself to consider said character's aromanticism instead of erasing it.

Meanwhile, chatgpt seems to think that the OP thinks that people who aren't aromantic should be forced by law or something to write an essay if they want to ship an aromantic character.

5. How does the Tumblr post reflect the user's views on representation and storytelling in relation to aromantic characters?

I think that this one is a bit too speculative, but it does actually relate to the OP's intended takeaway.

6. Discuss the potential implications of the requirements set forth in the post for writers and creators in the realm of fiction and fanworks.

This one is just a bit confusing. Chatgpt seems to be going off the assumption that OP is issuing a decree as the emperor of the world.

7. Reflect on whether you agree or disagree with the sentiments expressed in the post and provide reasons to support your viewpoint.

This could have been a "discuss with a mutual" question, and I actually did initially write a question like this one, but I ended up removing it.

Aromantiscism is already controversial enough and I fear that a discussion of whether OP's take on shipping aromantic characters is valid could quickly devolve into discussion on whether aromanticism itself is valid.

8. How might the user's approach impact discussions and representations of aromanticism in media and popular culture?

Yet again, chatgpt is taking the essay thing way too literally. Yes, forcing every single writer who isn't aromantic but wants to ship an aromantic character to write an essay about it would most likely lead to a decrease in people erasing their identities, but the essay isn't the point.

9. Consider the broader societal and cultural context in which this post is situated. How might prevailing attitudes towards romantic relationships influence reactions to the user's perspective?

Obviously historical context is important to keep in mind when you're reading/listening to/watching/whatever a text, but this question has almost nothing to do with reading comprehension. You need to understand the post to imagine how people would react, sure, but understanding how people would react to the post doesn't help you understand this post very much.

10. What insights can be gleaned from this post regarding the importance of diverse and inclusive storytelling in media and creative works?

This could be a discuss with a mutual question. The issue is that it's a bit to broad of a topic.

[rey-jake-therapist]

"I have never been more anxious in my life than in the weeks leading up to the series' launch. Up until that point, The Rings of Power was entirely mine. Once it was posted online, it became the property of the fans. I love their imagination. I don't go online. But my sister scours the forums and picks out theories that I might like. Some of them are extraordinary and defy belief. Others are spot on. But I can't tell you more than that.

I didn't expect the relationships between Galadriel, Elrond and Halbrand to be dissected to this extent, even if I imagine that the slightest hint of the forbidden - and I'm still afraid of saying something I shouldn't with this word - can only stir up passions.

Halbrand's influence on Galadriel was less implied in the scripts. It was Charlie Vickers who plays Halbrand who had the idea of ​​making it ambiguous. Assuming that these quasi-divine beings can feel human emotions. Was it a relationship of seduction or power? It's up to the viewer to decide. Extremely kind, Charlie was the best partner."

It is from a roughly translated French interview she did in 2023.

And @principessapeach gave me the link to the interview (thank you again !) :

Lmao Morfydd spilled some tea here. I wonder how it would have played out, if they had gone by the script. Charlie had no idea what monster he just created then lol

Anyway, that's why I can't take Charlie seriously when he claims with the look of the most innocent man on the planet, "uh no, we didn't play it that way, I don't get it...", and keeps insisting that this relationship is not romantic while describing it in the most romantic way.

I mean...

"(...) Vickers continues, adding that Sauron feels "taunted" and "pissed off" that Galadriel rejected him. That makes her ring back personal, but Vickers insists that "he's past ruling with her" (yeah we all saw that, he totally moved on). That won't stop him from showing her "what could have been, what you could have had", Vickers teases. "What they share is "greater than romance", Vickers explains. "Their connection runs far deeper than anything surface level." "His getting rejected definitely leaves him with this sour taste in his mouth, and he goes away thinking, "I can make this right." Whatever that means to him. That's one of his throughlines in terms of his motivation or goals for this second is how much he's driven and how much this relationship gives him a sense of purpose." "It can't be underestimated the impact she has on him. He's drawn to her in the same way that someone who has been through a lot is drawn to someone who's been through someone similar. I would always think of them as having this cosmic connection, in that their connection by some people, and on the surface, could have been interpreted as romantic because of the way it came off. That wasn't something we were intentionally doing (liar liar), but through their shared history, through different ways, they were able to connect more so than they would have connected with other people. It meant that it obviously culminated in this proposal, for want of a better word — not a proposal of marriage, although kind of." "They are not together in this journey. But because of the way things ended, they still have a strong influence on each other. They represent the forces of good and evil in the story, and I think they will always be linked because of what was told in the first season. You see them thinking of each other, and they are motivated by each other. The rejection of that proposal weighs on Sauron, as does the humiliation on Galadriel."

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare PT2

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Squirting, oral (both), 69, embarrassment, Rafe calling, p in v, etc.

Summary: Part 2 of TorD

Authors Note: Don't know why this posted by itself again, but it was also not finished. I hope you enjoy it and if you want a part 3 let me know!

When you finally came down from your high, your cheeks were burning from embarrassment. You just pissed yourself in front of JJ, or so you thought. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened...I tried to tell you." You responded to JJ as you got off of him and onto the bed. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried not to cry. "You have no idea what you just did, do you baby?" He smiled lightly to himself. You shook your head and hid in your lap. "I just pissed myself on my hot best friend's lap." You sounded like you were about to cry.

You felt a pair of hands lightly pushing your knees apart. You fought him but when he finally got them open, he placed kisses to your heat. This only caused more embarrassment. You squeezed your legs together, only slightly crushing his head between your thighs so he would back away, but it only caused him to moan. "Damn baby, keep doin that." He said continuing his licks. "The squeezing or the pissing?" You say annoyed.

JJ's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He was now hovering you with his right hand holding him up. "Stop saying that." He said as stern and as serious as he could. "I'm sorry.." You say sweetly. He gently tucked a piece of hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby."

The heat rose to your cheeks again. Of course you did. It was the most embarrassing thing that could have happened in that moment. "Can we just lay down.. I'm not really in the mood anymore, and you said we have things to talk about." You say trying to hide yourself.

"As much as I'd love to talk about how I cockblocked Rafe, I'm more interested in talking about how you just squirted." He stifled a laugh. "Those two things sound beautiful together. I cockblocked Rafe from you then I made you squirt. Fuck." His dick twitched in his pants, but you didn't notice because you were processing his words. "Squirt?" You asked, you had no idea what that meant. He giggled to himself. "Basically you reached your peak but harder. Not everyone can do that though, you're talented." He reached over and rubbed your thigh. "Is that a good thing though?" You asked. "It's fucking amazing. It means our bodies work well together." JJ saw the look of relief come over your face as he smiled. He gave your forehead a little kiss. "Okay baby, serious question now that that is all cleared up." He seemed hesitant. "Are you actually done cause I need to know if I have to go wring myself out or not." His question caused laughter to erupt from you. "Let me take care of you. It's only fair."

JJ relieved himself of his clothes and climbed on the bed. Just as your lips were getting ready to touch his tip he spoke. "Wait- can we try something..?" He cautiously asked. You nodded in excitement as he described what he wanted to do.

You ended up sitting on his face and had his dick in your mouth. Being in 69 with JJ is not where you thought you'd be tonight. The sounds of moans and slurping and gagging are filling the room. Apparently the two of you don't care if Sarah and John B hear you. To be fair they've kept you both up before.

Just as you started sucking on JJ's balls, your phone began to ring. You stopped what you were doing to check it. "Who is it?" JJ asks taking his lips away long enough to only ask that question. "Rafe.." You responded. "Answer it." He sounds more bossy this time. He reattached his lips to your lower ones making a moan slip from you.

You answered the call waiting for him to speak first, but you heard a groan on the other side. "Hi, Y/N..I think our call dis-disconnected earlier. I've been trying to reach you since." He stumbled out. "So-sorry rrrafe" JJ's tongue was working wonders. "Put it on speaker baby." JJ whispered beneath you. You complied. "Are you touching yourself again baby?" You didn't know how to answer and JJ slapped your ass making you yelp a "yes" into the phone.

Suddenly you felt a hand reach up and steal your phone. He sucked on you harder and made it way louder than it needed to be. "Actually I'm touching her. Let me just say, she tastes so fucking good." He smirks into your pussy. He stuck his tongue into your hole which released a loud moan from your lips. "Is this some kind of fucking joke?" Rafe sounded angry.

JJ pulled his mouth away from you and slipped to fingers in to replace it. He was going just as fast as he did before. "You hear how wet her pussy is for me? If only you fucking knew." He announced. You couldn't help the tingling in your lower area. It was that same feeling that JJ introduced you to before. "Fuck! I'm gonna squirt Jayj." You couldn't help but scream out, Rafe definitely heard you. Before you could move, you were releasing your juices onto JJ's face. The moans that came from you were heavenly and JJ was almost stunned.

"I'd love to sit and chit-chat with you Cameron but as you can clearly hear, I'm busy." JJ said and hung up the phone. You got out of the position you were in so you could look at JJ. He looked shocked and so fucking happy. "I'm sorry JJ." You felt so bad. "That was so fucking amazing." He was on a high and he didn't even cum. His muscular arms pulled you closer and he pushed his lips to yours. He lifted you onto his lap as your make out became more heated. Your pussy found his cock and you began to grind on it, causing him to moan into your mouth.

You took this advantage and slipped onto his dick. The most pornstar sounding moan spilled from his mouth as you lowered yourself. "Fuck you're gonna ruin me baby." He gasped.

[eliluvschan]

Moonlit Strolls

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.323

warnings: just the guys being the biggest supporters of their leader :)

genre: fluff

a/n: happy valentines day guys! i'm single as a pringle but that won't ruin the fun of me posting a new imagine! and like Lixie said in Surfin’ ”i got ninety-nine problems but the sea ain’t one”

Chan was pissed. pissed because his crush, is dating a good for nothing drummer.

“a drummer!” Chan exclaimed. “come on, she had better taste!”

“i need some fresh air. i’ll be back in a while.” Chan told his dongsaengs as he walked out of the door.

“you’ll find someone way better hyung!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

“yeah. whatever.” Chan replied irritated.

he walked outside, pausing only to pet Minho’s cat, Soonie.

he walked to the beach.

walking along the coast, he looked up and saw a sparkling bright moon.

it’s light was dancing off the water in front of him.

looking around, he saw billions of stars and he smiled.

he took of his shoes, rolled up his jeans and walked ankle deep into the water.

the water tickled his toes and he smiled again.

a few minutes went by, and he heard someone sigh.

he turned his head, only to look at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

she had dark hair and her eyes were twinkling, the perfect moon reflected in them.

he was speechless. his jaw dropped and he made a funny gagging sound.

the girl didn’t notice him.

Chan got control of himself once more.

maybe Hyune was right. he thought. i’ll find someone better than her. i might already have.

but her breath taking beauty kept him frozen to the sandy floor of the beach.

the girl left after another couple of minutes.

Chan’s eyes followed her until she was out of his sight.

“love at first sight?” he asked himself.

yeah. definitely.

he walked back home with his shoes in his hands and his spirits considerably lifted.

he hosed himself and walked inside. he met Soonie along the hall as Chan picked him up and walked into the living room.

the guys were still sitting there.

“hey guys!” he said.

“woah! someone’s feeling good!” Minho said.

Changbin and Seungmin chuckled.

“good luck hyung.” Felix said.

Chan smiled.

“thanks guys.”

he sat down and pet Soonie who fell asleep on his lap.

“so, what’s she like?” Jisung asked.

“beautiful.” Chan said, going into a trance. lost in thoughts, he smiled vaguely.

Jisung, realizing what was happening, hit Chan with a magazine from the coffee table.

“what did you do that for?” Chan shouted.

“we’re asking you something.” Seungmin said calmly.

“what, i told you she’s beautiful. what else did you ask?”

“i asked where you met her.”

“describe.” Minho commanded.

“i was walking in the water and i heard her and i looked around and then i just, literally, froze.”

“that’s it? you suck.” jeongin said laying back on the couch, feet stretched out on Felix’s lap.

“oh, one more thing!” Chan exclaimed.

“what?” they all sat up, waiting for what their leader and hyung was gonna tell them.

“she had dark hair and big shiny eyes and she’s… perfect.”

“my boy’s in love!” Changbin high-fived Felix as Jisung and Hyunjin wiped their fake tears away.

the eight guys sat in silence for a while.

“i’m off to bed.” Chan said and left his little brothers staring after them.

as Chan jumped into bed and punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape, he realized he had no idea who the girl was, where she lived, or if he’d ever see her again.

Soonie climbed up beside him, and Chan fell asleep thinking of that girl, who was the prettiest he’d ever seen.

— ❀ —

the next day, Chan woke up with a plan and a song formed in his mind.

all that i want is you

even if i’m a fool

why do i fall for you

no turning back once we’re connected

he heard a knock on his door and looked up to see Changbin smiling at him.

“nice.” he said.

“thanks, man.” Chan replied.

“so, what’s the plan?” Jisung appeared in the doorway.

“i think he’s moving into these relationships too fast.” came Minho’s voice.

Chan frowned.

“i haven’t been in a relationship in over more than 3 years.”

“so, what was that thing with, uh what was her name again?” Seungmin said, his head poking out the door, as Jeongin agreed with him.

Hyunjin and Minho sighed, shaking their heads.

“are we missing out on something?” Jeongin asked.

“maknae’s, you’re both grounded for five hours.” Changbin face-palmed himself.

“oh ha ha.” were the boys’ reply.

Chan laughed as the boys bickered.

“not our fault we’re always the last ones to know, cause this workaholic here is always in here or his studio at JYP.” Seungmin defended them.

“alright, i’ll try to be less of a workaholic and be more with you guys.” Chan gave in.

“now go get miss mysterious, hyung!” Jeongin said.

“plan says i have to wait.”

“what plan?” Felix’s eyes widened as he looked at the others.

Chan smirked and his eyes flashed.

“ohh, he doesn’t want us to know.” Jisung said pointing at himself and the others.

“ahh, Channie hyung.” Seungmin began. “you’re grounded for fifteen hours.” he winked at the others.

“oh come on! what’d i do now!” Chan asked his dongsaengs exasperatedly.

“you didn’t tell us the plan.” Hyunjin said simply.

“hey, i just thought of it and i’ve got a personal life too, you know!”

“ooh, personal, is it hyung?” Minho said, smirking at Chan.

“uh, what are you guys up to?”

the others grinned.

“guys?” Chan asked with a note of panic in his voice.

the guys ran at Chan and began tickling him.

“guys, guys, stop- stop it. please!” Chan choked out.

— ❀ —

the afternoon passed as the guys just hung around their dorm.

the guys shortened Chan’s period of grounded-ness to six hours because he told them what he was going to do.

“okay, listen.” he told the guys as they all sat in a line on the floor, with Chan in front of the tv.

“i’m gonna go to the beach again tonight and most probably, she’s gonna be there. so, i’ll ask her out then.”

Minho burst out laughing.

“do you seriously think she goes for moonlit strolls everyday?”

“hey, lots of people do and i just know she’s gonna be there.” Chan said defensively.

“good luck, hyung.” Seungmin said, patting his shoulder.

— ❀ —

at the same time as the day before, Chan left the house, pausing again to pet Soonie and walked to the beach, wishing on the stars as he went that the girl would be there.

just like the last day, he took off his shoes and walked into the water, admiring the moon.

why did it have to be so beautiful?

a girl giggled.

Chan looked, and jumped with joy. the mysterious girl was there!

wow, she’s more beautiful than before. he thought.

Chan walked over to her.

“hi.”

“hello.”

“i’m Chan.”

“hello Chan. i’m Y/n.”

“that’s a beautiful name.”

she giggled again.

“thank you.”

Chan smiled.

“do you come here every day?”

“i, uh, no.”

“really? but i saw you here yesterday too.”

did she?

“oh, well. d- do you wanna know the truth?”

“yeah, sure.”

“okay, look. i saw you here yesterday too and i just couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. i mean, i just couldn’t believe how someone could be so pretty. i’m here just because i thought that you might be here too. i wanted to talk to you.”

thank god it’s dark. Chan thought as he blushed.

“really? w- well, you know. i don’t come here every day either. i just saw you here, and thought i’d see you again today. it’s like love at first sight! know what i mean?” she asked and grinned shiftily at him.

“i know exactly what you mean.” Chan smiled.

she smiled and looked up at the moon.

''can i kiss you?''

''yes.''

Chan leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips.

he took her hand.

“wanna walk with me?”

“yes.”

— ❀ —

“Min! i’m adopting Soonie!” Chan yelled as he entered their dorm.

~

[these-posts-arent-real]

(masterpost link)

Aaand we have returned to the madness on a larger scale! What are these cats up to...

#sighh #i know i've been away from dash sim posting for a while #was dealing with my last few days of school #but #that is Over Now #i can return to fulfilling everyone's need for Warrior Cats But Tumblr

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PLEASE stop talking about the most recent TTDV slates without spoilers, it hasn't made its rounds to ShadowClan yet and I don't want to know what's going to happen before I read it!!!!

#ttdv discussion #ttdv:rp #through the desert vast #ttdv: rattlesnake path #ttdv #through the desert vast: rattlesnake path #especially since i heard the newest slates have seafowl in them a lot #he's my specialest guy...

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🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

I think the worst thing about no longer being a Clan cat is that a lot of the time I have no idea what y'all over there are talking about. What is TTDV?

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TTDV stands for Through the Desert Vast. It's a new slate series everyone's going bee-brained over... I haven't read it yet because I prefer for a series to be finished before reading, but I've heard good things. Queer rep within the first couple chapters of the first slate-set, a non-traditional setting and cast (a rogue group living in the desert), and complex characters... needless to say I'm excited for when it finishes and I can read it!

#it's been on my to-read list for a while #maybe this is a sign #it seems pretty cool #ttdv

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In honor of Through the Desert Vast becoming popular, I've decided to make a rock-dye project on all of the main characters. Today's character is... Seafowl!

Unfortunately I don't have the right paints to portray him accurately (I haven't been able to find any white herbs for his patches, but I'm still on the lookout!) but this is mostly accurate to how he is described in the slates.

🌠 nightshade-tast3s-yummy Follow

Pssst... @s3afow1s--sc0wl

#eeeek! seafowl! #i looove him so much... my precious boy... #art #ttdv #ttdv seafowl #thanks for the tag!

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Aahhhh I've finally gotten into TTDV and... NOBODY was gonna tellme that one of the characters is heavily implied to be transfem? Nobody thought I'd find this interesting????

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

SCRATCH THAT. IT'S CANON. PIT VIPER IS CANONICALLY TRANS.

🐚 hermitcrabfriend Follow

I had wondered if you were talking about Pit Viper when I saw this post a cople days ago! Apparently so ^w^ yeah, it's canon, gets confirmed in the second slate set.

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

This makes me wonder. Why is everyone on this site talking about Seafowl saying he gives "egg vibes" when we have. An actual confirmed trans character. Right here.

Nothing against Seafowl but the only vibe he gives off to me is traumatized.

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He's your typical prettyboy cishet protagonist type and everyone is pissed off that he's a side character rather than ttdv's ✨️specialest boy✨️. So they're trying to make him special by claiming he gives off trans vibes when he clearly does not and is happy as a tom.

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

#wait till op reads rattlesnake path

What do you mean by that-

#what do you MEAN by that— #im gonna need context #is this /pos or /neg #does something bad happen in rattlesnake path?? #help someone pls #through the desert vast #ttdv

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Im so fucking irritated... my mom wont let me read TTDV because it's "inApPrOpRiAtE." Which. Of course. Is because it has lgbtqia+ characters.

🥬 rxttencatmint

WONDEDFUL NEWS. MY MENTOR LET ME BORROW HIS COPY OF THE FIRST SET. AHHHHH!!!!! I GET TO READ IT!!

#YIPPEEEEE #òwó im so exCITED!!! #ive been wanting to read ttdv for a whileee #i love my mentor sm

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My unpopular opinion (TTDV:RP SPOILERS INCOMING)

Keep reading

#ttdv:rp #ttdv #rattlesnake path spoilers #ttdv spoilers #ttdv:rp spoilers #nothing against pit viper!!! #i like her as a character #i just dont get why we got a whole book explaining her backstory

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I LOOOOVE RATTLESNAKE PATH SO MUCH. IVE JUST GOTTEN TO READ IT AND IM SO EXCITED. OMG.

Not only is it a whole set dedicated to my favorite character !!! like a dream come true!!! It ALSO contains good intersex rep (Ball Python my beloved!!!). Over all just a FANTASTIC set in a fantastic series.

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I'm... back?? I'M BACK ON CLANBLR!!!! WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO

#i thought i'd never get back #stuck on Tumblr...

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I hope y'all enjoyed this insight into what the cats do when they get fandom-y... and if you want to discuss TtDV further... well, there's a server for that ;) now back to your regular dash

[cripplecharacters]

Hi, this is probably a stupid question but would it make sense/be accurate for an autistic character to have, like,,,,, normal facial expressions, at the correct time (like when they're happy or sad) like a neurotypical person? Without having to mask and intentionally force themselves to make those faces?

I'm autistic but I don't think I do this. I don't talk to people unless I absolutely have to and my memory is dogshit so I can't recall any times when people have commented on my facial expressions, and I definitely do make expressions sometimes, just maybe not in the right contexts or not very often.

I'm making a comic and one of the characters is autistic and very based on my own symptoms (she's the main character so since she gets a lot of screen time, I figured it would be easiest if I already knew how to represent her).

My reasoning behind wanting her expressive is:

There are already two other characters with autism who are pretty blank and expressionless.

It's a comic and I want to draw a lot of fun expressions, I want her to be able to smile softly and snarl and look baffled and make all kinds of faces, without her having to mask and constantly be miserable.

But my problem is that I want her to actually have autism. And when I look up posts online from other people, I'm really not seeing a whole lot of "Oh yeah I can emote and make facial expressions exactly like a normal person, in the correct contexts, automatically without masking."

So I'm not sure at this point if this is something we can even do? I've seen quite a few autistic people say that our brains literally do not work this way.

Maybe, would it be possible that she has the opposite problem most autistic people do? Most of us are sort of blank and expressionless and have to mask and make ourselves look happy/surprised/angry.

I thought that instead, she could be TOO expressive, so she would have the correct expressions at the correct times (looking angry when she's angry) but she wouldn't notice this, and would make the wrong expression at a bad time?

For example, if she was at a funeral and found something funny, she would unintentionally smile/scrunch her face up and everyone would get pissed because "Omg girl their grandma got killed by a dragon and you're laughing?"

So most autistics = masking to create expressions

But her = masking to remove expressions

I hope this makes sense It's midnight and I need to sleep lmao

Hi asker!

I just wanted to say that it is, in fact, possible for autistic people to be naturally expressive. A flat or flatter affect might be more common, and many autistic people mask to create expressions. But that doesn't mean all!

Me, personally, I'm autistic. I've been called expressive pretty often. I generally smile when I'm happy, frown when I'm pissed off, widen my eyes when I'm surprised – expressions you'd consider normal. This happens less often the more tired I am, and in my diagnosis debrief I was told that what I do that isn't normal is that I don't direct expressions to people: basically, that I don't use expressions to communicate with others, they just sort of happen. Which surprised me, because I saw communication as kind of a side effect of expressions as opposed to the main purpose, if that makes sense?

One of my adult family members is autistic as well. They are also very expressive, in fact kind of too expressive like you mention your character could be. They can't really hide the facial expressions they do (that generally correspond to typical expressions) and so can't really hide what they're feeling, even when it would be better to hide it. Their version of masking would be working to remove these expressions, which they don't actually do, but that would be the case.

That's two examples of people with autism that are pretty typically expressive, yet still show social/communication difficulties even in that. So: what you're describing is definitely possible.

As a side note:

Autism is two-fold: social/communication difficulties, and restrictive/repetitive behavior. Everyone who has autism experiences those two aspects. However, autism is also very varied in how these things present, so be wary of anything or anyone that says something (other than those two things) applies to either absolutely all or absolutely no autistic people. Sure, some presentations are more common – like a flat affect, or lack of eye contact, or how hand-flapping is a common stim. But no single presentation is universal. And on top of that, 'difficulties with social communication' doesn't have to mean 'difficulties with every single aspect of this.' It can! But it doesn't always.

Also, wow, I have typed the word "expression" so much that it barely seems like a real word right now!

– mod sparrow

[itsjustcaroline]

Alright, I thought long and hard about what we might see in Arcane Season 2, what the Machine Herald is going to look like, who else we might see, and so on.

Also, this post does not contain any leaks, I have seen one picture, which doesn't even make sense (lucky me). If you spoil anything under this post, you are going to be blocked. I will talk about bout the trailers, though.

So, let me get my thoughts in some order:

- if Viktor was the hooded person in the trailer or wears a mask, then it's probably more because of his side in this war: he's not a Piltovan, but also not really a Zaunite anymore. We don't know when he moved from the Undercity to Piltover, but from his concept art, it was most likely during his early teens.

He's slightly younger than in S1 Arc1, but already wearing the Academy's uniform (though it seems a bit too big for him, and his pants are more rigged).

So: Viktor is going to be a Pariah and he is going to need to hide his identity, which makes a Collab with Jinx unlikely since she's on the run from everyone. Singed might be there in the direct aftermath after he got blown up, but they're probably going to fall out again since lore-wise Singed is going to team up with Noxus.

- In League of Legends Heimerdinger is a mage (shooketh, I know), and there's already a scene in S1 alluding to this: when Viktor and Heimerdinger are in Heimerdinger's office, Viktor goes through Jayce's notes and is intrigued. He asks Heimerdinger, whether he could do it (magic) and Heimerdinger hesitates a tell-tale second before he declines. Now, Heimerdinger might be a mage, but he relies mostly on his inventions. But wouldn't a fight between Viktor and Heimerdinger be cool? First, they throw ideologies at each other, then they fight. I think, I'd love this even more than Viktor vs. Jayce. Kinda like Obi-Wan vs. Anakin.

- I think, that Caitlyn is going to shoot Vi. Everyone I read so far thinks that it's the other way around, but that would be too predictable in my opinion. But maybe it is that way.

- Just stating that everyone is going to be contrary than they were in S1 and going from there falls a bit short. I think, that there's more to this quote.

- Divorce Era, because Jayce does, in fact, not understand. I am going to cry.

- The Hexcore will save Viktor's life in the aftermath of the explosion, and there are three ways I can see that happening:

(1) Viktor does it himself, maybe with the help from Singed.

(2) Jayce does it, thus breaking his promise to destroy it. I am going to cry

(3) The Hexcore, which is now connected to Viktor will sense his doom and burst to him. That might also be the shine, that Heimerdinger saw in the trailer.

- That brings me to another point, to the connection towards the Void: I don't think there's much to it and that the Hexcrystals are not shards of the brakken. However, I think the Hexcore is sentient due to Sky. Think about it: it changed its form after it disintegrated (or absorbed) Sky. Then it hurt Viktor (honestly, same. You think, you can walk away after accidentally dusting me and threatening to destroy my new essence? I'd be pissed). It might be interesting, if the Hexcore/Sky talks to Viktor in his head, furthering his spiral into madness. I'm here for it.

- Ekko will learn how to manipulate time and he will use it to try and save somebody. Be it somebody from the Firelights, their hideout or Jinx. Maybe it will go in the same direction like in the Convergence-Comic (which is, I repeat, outside of any lore), maybe not.

- Well then, what Viktor might look like: my favourite head-canon would be just as described in The Pulse of the Machine by bringthekaos on AO3. Mechanical eyes? Voice modulator can be shut off? Emotional suppressor has a switch? Rawrs in cyber-engineering. As it stands, I imagine it more to be like Battle Angel Alita (the manga, NOT the film!) or like a Borg from Star Trek. Definitely NOT like a Cyberman from Doctor Who.

- Who else do I want to see in S2:

Swain, just give me the Noxian General and heal my Daddy issues.

Renata, just give me the Chem-Baronness and heal my Mommy issues.

Jhin, Arcane should take place around the same time when Jhin was in Zaun. But that is a far shot (pun intended)

Camille, she exploits Hextech to become a weapon and I think she is kind of contrary to Viktor, who only ever wanted to help (others, himself, though with sometimes dubious means

I don't see that Orianna is Singed's daughter. That would fuck her beautiful lore. Don't do that to me.

Stuff, I'd also like to see:

- Viktor's apartment in Piltover

- Viktor's parents (flashback)

- Jayce's father (flashback)

- Jayce and Viktor fighting but unable to do so properly

- Mel and Sevika together

Thanks for coming to my Arcane-Talk.

[thenewvenusgirl]

I’ve never posted on tumblr before so I’m thoroughly weirded out but I have #thoughtsthoughtsthoughts that need to be thrown in the washing machine then dried like WOW I can make the text pink? that’s cute..

I don’t know how to do content warnings. I don’t know if I should. let me get used to tumblr etiquette

cw/ nsfw mentioned, mild violence.

the setting, the setting.

my phone is awfully slow today.

we are in stirling lines, creden hill, hereford. this is the special air services regiment where the buildings are short, rectangular, brick and eggshell. this is where a hookers green and a tantalising guacamole colour meet in some undesignated lines, or atleast that’s just how it looks from the google birds eye view. what are these random blue lines that I’m seeing everywhere.

I don’t like describing unnecessary things. it’s boring. so Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick is being a domestic housewife in the barracks. he washes glasses which have cloudy residue on them, and digs in them deep with the cotton towels, before putting them where they belong. he scratches at his beard. he hasn’t shaved in a while. he catches himself in the reflection of the shite microwave. his eyebags carry a lot of weight. plenty of it. but he thinks that every measure of tiredness on his features shows his dedication to his job captain. it’s just that one day where he saw one terrorist attack and could no longer stay restrained. he’s paying the price. and he’s got so much anger behind that calm, steady, exterior. just another glass to wash and then break.

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish is on his grey, white and cornflower blue bedsheets, one leg hooked over the other as he desperately scribbles in his little black notebook, sketching the scenes of his past hookups to commit them to proper memory. he loves to get off to the memory of that particularly soft bum, those big plush thighs or that delicious smelling dark skin. but he’s horrible at keeping the unnecessary in his brain because of his job life. so every time, in his dreams, when he remembers the small details from that delicious experience on May 23rd, 2023 at 10:47pm, he’s up the next morning drawing it. Beautiful material, extra gorgeous because of how it sits on his underwear draw. he’s fantasised about selling his perfectly articulated masterpieces to the more…. less fortunate men, who he can honestly say have never wrapped their hand around a dick other than their own, or been in a pussy other than their mothers.

price doesn’t really get a break. his dick is like his arm or his leg, it’s just there and he doesn’t care. he’s extremely invested in self care though, and his physique. loves a good shave, loves a good face mask. he cringes when he sees all the black pores coming out of his skin which look like they haven’t seen sunlight in years. he can’t stand the feeling of his dirty hair and smelly scalp, spending ages in hot showers after missions and breathing heavily while staying in there as long as he can. the only weakness is that if he’s in that steamy chamber long enough it reminds him of all those years ago and passing the sas selection. In some steamy rainforest in brunei where he became immune to the own smell of his own body odour. the way the air felt thick and hot around him, making every breath feel like he was being pushed into a dark foam pit with each passing moment through the lush forest greens. he gets out the shower, and dries himself off.

simon, who has back pain. it pisses him off. he should be able to sustain being bent over for hours without any problems, because what if his team needs him to survive and he needs to crawl and contort to go through a dark place to do so? it’s just he’s got this fetish for manspreading and leaning his elbows against his knees, hands clasped tight together. he broods, he thinks. sometimes it’s about the most mundane things, like eggs and steak. or his highschool english teacher who was always there for him. sometimes it’s about being in greece and tanning under the mediterranean sun, with his pal, Johnny. who’s right here, isn’t he? but don’t be silly, ghost. you’ve seen ‘friends’ come and go for years. the person you signed up with? dead. every few years someone new comes along who brings out the best in him, and ultimately meets a violent end. so now that johnny is here, he’s pushing him away. ‘Stay tactical, Sergeant.’ ‘Don’t push it, Johnny.’ but he’s already crossed that invisible boundary when he gave him a nickname. just don’t expect the best.

[mrs-apocalypse]

abt the give me a character game: PETE pretty please 🤓

YES! Yes, THANK YOU!

How I feel about this character:

Genuinely, he is incredible. I talk more often about my love for Vegas, but Pete does something to me. He is such an incredible example of self-doubt and insecurity. Like it reaches Buddha levels of self-perceptions. I love him, I want to put his brain in a jar, I want to give him to Vegas as a sacrifice, I want to see what a lobotomy would do to him, I want to kiss his pretty cheeks and his soft tummy. FUCK, I love him.

All the People I ship romantically this character with:

I ship Pete with Vegas and Vegas alone. I don't believe in soulmates but these two certainly made me question that. From the moment that Pete watched Vegas pull teeth from a man's mouth, I knew he was a level of crazy only Vegas could reach. And there is NO SHIP that Pete could be in that would satisfy me as much as Vegas crawling on his knees, praying at Pete's feet. They are incredible.

My Non-Romantic OTP for this character:

Macau. I know that most people would probably say Tankhun or Porsche, but I have to be honest (this is a hot take) I am not a big fan of Porsche and Pete's friendship. I write it, but I don't love it, and I admittedly think that Porsche has some insane levels of selfishness that if I were Pete, I'd be pissed about. (I.e. Porsche knowing Vegas tortured Pete, AND THEN TRADING ACCESS TO HIM FOR INFORMATION???) Like the audience knows they're in love but my god, if my best friend did that they would not be my best friend anymore.

That in mind, I think that Pete's relationship with Macau is something that could be so beautiful in canon. I once saw a Tumblr post where someone said Macau was the only one who loved Vegas before Pete came along, and that getting to share that with someone would be incredible for him. And I agree but beyond that, I think it's clear that Pete is a nurturer and while Vegas loves Macau, while he protects him, Pete has a gentle touch that I think Macau would crave in a parental figure. In addition, I think Pete would see Macau as a chance to give someone a childhood he didn't have. I think living somewhat vicariously through raising Macau would heal something in him. Anyways, their relationship is perfect to me.

My Unpopular Opinion about this Character:

It goes into what I said above, but I genuinely don't believe his relationship to Porsche is as deep as it's often described. I don't think that in another world, Pete would've loved Porsche. I believe he's Porsche's best friend, but I don't think Porsche is his (still friends, just not BEST friends). I think Pete sees him as another person in his care, and he is used to being the caregiver in this world. I think they became closer later on, yes, but during the series, I think Pete is the preschool teacher to Porsche's toddler persona. I think he went into the Minor family house because he felt responsible first and foremost, soooooooo yeah. That's a hot take that might piss some people off.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character:

I wish that he and Vegas had more time together in the safe house. I wish he got to go outside (even on a leash) and bask in the sun while Vegas stared at him longingly.

I wish he broke down in front of his friends. People forgot about him after he was kidnapped, Porsche turned him over to Vegas for some info, and no one really fought throwing him into a suicide mission. I recognize he's a guard and technically expendable, but for people who say they care about him, they don't treat him as such. I wish he broke down, and I wish he screamed, and I wish he him just how invaluable he feels because as much as he lost it with Vegas, Vegas is the only one who has crumbled at the thought of being without him and the others should feel ashamed.

IF YOU CAN'T TELL I AM VERY ANGRY AND PROTECTIVE OF PETE! PLEASE UNDERSTAND ALL MY OPINIONS ARE IN DEFENSE OF MY POOR BOY WHO DESERVES LOVE AND NURTURING AND DICK. AMEN.