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remusmoonbaby · 8 months ago

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hiii! it's me again! how u doing? tbh i had this idea, sirius outlining and drawing on remus' scars to 'make them look really pretty' so that remus doesn't find them ugly oh and maybe remus trying to do the same for sirius if he has any scars from his birth parents when they practically abused him and in my head remus is terrible at art but he tries his best and it makes sirius so happy this made me all mushy and sad and happy inside like help me please ⎯🐝

HI~! I’m doing good love how are you? 🥰

OMG— give me a sec I just got really soft reading this and im about to cry cause this is so cute—!!! But i got you 🐝 anon ! 🩷

It was a nice, sunny afternoon where you could find majority of the students of Hogwarts outside enjoying the much needed sun.

But not Sirius and Remus...

Remus wanted to go back to his house common room to catch up on some of the studying he had left to do.

Sirius? He of course followed behind Remus because well...it's Sirius and he loves Remus, so much so that he's willing to ditch James and his request to fly their brooms together. James is crying in the corner to Lily about that.

"Sirius, didn't James ask you if you wanted to fly your broom with him?" Remus asked his boyfriend without looking away from what he was reading.

"Yes."

"And, why aren't you outside with him?"

"Wanted to watch you study instead." Sirius said in the most obvious tone that there was, that he was honestly surprised that Remus was even asking him such a silly question.

Remus sighs and shakes his head slightly with a quiet chuckle. "I'm not surprised, but you now James will whine to you about this later."

"He'll live." Sirius said as he stretched himself against the chair he was sitting on.

Comfortable silence fell between the two of them as Remus started to write down notes of what he just read on.

Sirius found himself zoning out while looking at Remus's side profile. He couldn't help it, I mean Remus is a very handsome young man, though he doesn't seem to accept that he is, Sirius couldn't help but just admire. The way Remus's sandy brown hair fell down over his eyes, which reminds Sirius that he needs to trim his hair, to the way his lips pout slightly as he's in deep thought of what he's doing. The scars...Sirius loves admiring Remus’s scars.

Of course Sirius understood Remus’s outlook on his scars, he out of everyone understood. But that didn’t change Sirius’s mind on how he finds them absolutely fascinating on Remus. Just the way they adorn his features and skin…it’s just beautiful.

Without much thought, Sirius took hold of Remus’s quill that laid between the notebook he’s using for his quick notes. Sirius took hold of Remus’ free hand and started to lightly trace the scars that were on the back of his hand.

“What are you doing?” Remus asks as he looks down towards Sirius, curious as to what he’s trying to do.

“Shh, don’t worry about it. Just continue reading.” Sirius muttered as he started to concentrate on the fine lines he’s creating around the scars.

Not wanting to move much, Remus sets the book he’s reading down onto the table and placed his head on his free hand, and watched Sirius detail the scars on the back of his hand.

Sirius has always been good in the art department. So even the simplest thing, such as creating fine lines, in Remus eyes it was absolute perfection.

The moment Sirius finished with the hand, Remus automatically gave him the other hand for him to create the lines on the scars littered around his hand.

Once done with both of the hands, Sirius pulls away and examines the work he did. A satisfied smile dances across his face as he looked down at Remus' hands. "Perfect. You look so much prettier now...if that was even possible." Sirius mumbled before looking at Remus with the happy expression on his face.

Remus knew he had heart eyes when he looked at Sirius, and saw how happy he was for just simple line art.

To be honest, Remus doesn't know why he does it knowing that art isn't his best subject like...at all. But he gently takes hold of both his quill and Sirius hand where he knew holds the most scars.

Not wanting to say anything so Remus wouldn't get flustered and basically "run away." Sirius just admires the way Remus tries to hold his breath to calm his shaky hand as he lightly, and shakingly starts to draw, trying to draw, the same fine lines Sirius did on him.

As Remus finished, he felt his face heat up as he fully took in the sight of the jagged lines he drew on Sirius's hand. "Sorry...m'not the best." He said sheepishly.

Sirius looks down at the jagged lines that Remus created on the scars he's gotten in his younger years, and couldn't help but smile widely at Remus who looks at him with such an intense blush and shy smile, that it just made Sirius all that much more happier.

"It's perfect. Thank you Moony." Sirius said as he gave Remus a quick little kiss on the cheek.

"Now we both look even more prettier together." He whispered into Remus's ear causing the werewolf wizard to flush a deeper red and stutter on his words.

BONUS CONTENT:

"Lily...Sirius left me for Remus." James pouted to his red head girlfriend about his best friend abandoning, really flaking on his plans with James for Remus.

Lily sighs as she pats James messy head. "You know Sirius just wants alone time with Remus."

"But he was supposed to go flying with me!" James whined.

"You're acting like he's your boyfriend, hon."

"It feels like he broke up with me."

"Oh Merlin's beard."

#🐝 anon ♥.｡#Remus Lupin #Sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #remus and sirius #marauders imagines #wolf star #wolfstar imagines #wolfstar forever

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years ago

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HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE I REPEAT HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE AHHHHH

Our boys are really industry heavyweights at this point, aren’t they BPP???? They really just out here casually collabing with their favorite artists growing up like Hobi just dropped the news that he collabed with The J.Cole the day before his single drops 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Am I wrong to think that they really earned these artists respect for them to even think to collab with them????Like I doubt J.Cole needs Hobi/BTS clout lmao and even Erykah Badu came out to do a song with Namjoon and I’m convinced Chris Martin is in love with Jin atp lmao like atp I’m convinced that RIHANNA X RAPLINE OR BEYONCE X JIMIN ISNT A FARFETCHED DREAM OF US DELULUS LIKE ITS NOT AN IMPOSSIBILITY BUT A REAL POSSIBILTY NOW

IM SO PROUD AND I LOVE THIS FOR THEM YOU GO BOYS

Ask 2: OMG I LOVE THAT TEASER MELODY!!!!!!! I think Imma love that song!! I'm so excited (and sad. AND WITH JCOLE HIS INSPIRATION OMMMMGGGGG I'm so happy. I'm SO giddy. lol I'm really glad to have this music. I needed them cuz I'm doing a competition on release day. I was feeling anxious. If it's going to be blue side esque, I'll just listen to this nonstop to calm myself down. Also Jimin Tiffany?? He looks fantastic. I hope there's ads, I'll go to the shops just to see him (I HATE both usually lol)

Ask 3: BPPPPPPPPP I'M CRYING THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING EVERYTTHING I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART

Ask 4: Jermaine Lamarr Cole respects Jung Hoseok and made a song with him fuck I'm gone. Bpp, how you feeling?

Hi Anon(s),

I don't even know where to begin.

I just wrote possibly what is my most effusively adoring Jimin post and maybe it's also the lack of sleep making me slightly delirious but I nearly burst into tears just now trying to reply to you talking about Hobi. Because y'all, my emotions are completely fried right now. Hobi has completely wrecked and destabilized me with On The Street. Part of the reason I'm here is because of how happy I feel, and it is 100% the result of his music, that song in particular, and what it confirms to me for the umpeenth time about who Hoseok is.

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Y'all, I'm so happy for him. Like I'm sitting on my couch, wig off, feet up, running my hands down my face every two seconds through my hair clutching my fro to ground myself while On The Street plays on surround sound.

Everything about On The Street is perfect. I'll write an actual review once I've calmed down but Jesus it's so fucking good.

J Cole is an artist notorious for pulling no punches and being real with the music he makes and who he makes it with. Like Jermaine is one of a handful of rappers that Kendrick gives full cred to. I've been fighting the urge to scream since this song dropped like y'all have no idea how incredible, how legendary this collaboration is precisely because of the sort of artist both J Cole and J-hope are, and I can only imagine how Hobi feels right now.

All the guys are meeting their heroes and rather than it being an unpleasant experience, they've all developed so much as artists already that their first collaborations with their heroes is mutually satisfying and underpinned by mutual respect.

Everything about this song is so beautiful and I hope you're able to enjoy listening to it very often.

#Hobi #Jhope #on the street #and yes Jimin snagging that Tiffany collab is way overdue #Who in BTS wears jewelry more than jimin?#no one #bts

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stevethehairington · 2 years ago

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1, 2, 3, 8, and of course... 11 for the ST ask game ♡

ahh blakeeee!!! ty for sending so many!!! 💕💕

(also omg i was almost entirely finished answering all of these and then i fAT FINGERED MY KEYBOARD and it deleted everything 😩 i tried my best to rewrite them as best as i could but damn. rip to anything that slipped through the cracks)

1. Favorite character and your favorite outfit of theirs?

ooh okay i think i have to go with steve harrington as my favorite character, because as much as i love eddie, steve has been IT for me since the beginning. steve has taken me on a whole journey, i have been right there with him since the beginning. i am ride or die for that bitch!! lkdfjsl.

and as for favorite outfit, ohhhh man that's tough. he's got a LOT of good ones!! but. if i had to choose one, it would probably be that cute little bubble vest fit he wears at the end of s3 when he and robin are bring their resume in to family video. it's just so cute and he looks so good in it, and also his hair with it is Thee Perfect Length for me, like i love steve with his hair long enough that it starts to curl at the ends. the whole Look is just too good.

(this one!! i couldn't find any good photos so this gif will have to do)

2. Favorite season of Stranger Things and your favorite scene in it?

this is another hard question because my answer totally depends on what exactly is meant by favorite lmao. like, if favorite means which season is the one that i love most and has captivated me the most then the answer would be season 1, because that one is just next level!! like, the vibes, the relationships, the mystery, the conflicts, the discoveries!! it's all so good and s1 does a FANTASTC job of setting up the whole show!! but then if we're looking at favorite as meaning which one did you have the most fun watching and enjoyed a lot then my answer would be season 3, because that season is just SO fun!! it's so vibrant and bright and it truly encapsulates summer so well!! not to mention it gives us scoops troop my BELOVED, and we see more of the relationship between steve and dustin my beloveds, AND there's more erica!! AND this season gives us ROBIN!!! AND ROBIN AND STEVE!!! so!!!! its a huge win and its a great season for those reasons!!

3. Favorite scene in the entire series?

i think this is probably going to be SUCH an obvious answer because it's probably the one everyone and their mother gives, but, i HAVE to go with robin's coming out scene. like, it's just one of the best coming out scenes i've ever seen. and that is ENTIRELY because of maya hawke. like god, her expressions throughout that whole scene? as steve describes the girl he likes and it becomes strikingly clear that he's talking about robin and robin is sitting there like how do i break it to him. god her face is just. SO REAL. and then when she says "steve" in that tiny whisper of a voice, and her eyelashes sort of flutter like she's trying not to cry and she gives him that LOOK. MY GOD ITS GOLDEN ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. im tearing up rn just thinking about it. and then steves reaction too!! his little oh, and the way he just immediately starts making fun of robin's taste in girls, just steadfastly accepting her and not making it into something huge and scary. just treating her like shes robin and not anybody or anything different. the way robin feels SO much relief and joy and safety there. god its just such a beautiful scene and so powerful too and i just love it so so much.

(i do HAVE to give a shoutout to the running up that hill scene at the end of dear billy because NO scene has EVER given me chills the way that one did. the way max's grief has been drowning her and the complete turning point this scene was for that. like this was the first moment that she chose to not let that grief win. she fought it and she fought it hard and she pulled herself out. she had help, of course, the memories of her friends, the ones she loves, but it was ultimately HER that saved herself in that scene. and godddd its SO powerful and its SO well done and just the way they used that son is INCREDIBLE and also sadie's acting in that scene is just PHENOMENAL, and then when it ends and max is in lucas' arm with dustin and steve surrounding her too and the soft instrumental version of running up that hill plays as the screen goes black. C H I L L S!!!!!!)

8. Favorite weapon/power?

another super basic answer probably but what can i say? my favorite weapon is 100% the nail bat. i mean, who wouldn't want a wicked baseball bat full of nails to swing at monsters?? i mean come on that is so badass. but ALSO i love that the bat has a little bit of all of the original monster hunting trio in it? like it's nancy's baseball bat, but jonathan is the one that put the nails in it and it was meant to be his weapon, but then steve claimed it as his own and used it and bam now it's his. i just love that symbolism!!!

11. Your opinion on Tommy Hagan?

HAHA I LOVE THAT YOU ASKED ME THIS ONE FKDDSFLKD (also the "of course" sdkfjdslf i am THAT transparent huh 😂)

nah but i fucking LOVE tommy hagan. he's just one of those characters that isn't necessarily given a firm backstory or anything, but there is juuuuuuust enough personality that it is SO easy to build your own backstory and mold it and him into something you want it to be — and boy oh BOY have i done that with tommy myself lmao.

but yeah it's like — the tommy we see, sure, he's an asshole, and yes, he says and does some really shitty things, BUT i don't think anything he's said and done has reached that level where it's like totally and completely irredeemable, yknow? like he's not so far gone that he can't turn himself around (hello!! steve did!! and sure, maybe steve is a kinder, nicer person at his core, but if he can do it, so can tommy, especially given that tommy idolized steve so much.)

there's just something to me that is so fascinating about taking a very simple one dimensional character and giving him layers. giving him three dimensions. putting him in scenarios and giving him motivations that explain WHY he is the way he is and HOW he got there and WHO influenced that? filling in those gaps makes him a MUCH richer character and in turn makes his interactions with the other characters SOOO much more interesting and layered.

like, i love to think that tommy is the middle child in a large family of all girls. he's got two older sisters and two younger sisters. i oscillate between liking to think that his parents are still together but overwhelmed with work and the girls and other responsibilities, or that theyre divorced so tommys grown up with a single mother in charge. either way, tommy ends up sort of forgotten, just a bit. there's not enough attention for him, which is why when STEVE gives him attention for the very first time, when he CHOOSES tommy for the first time, tommy is stuck on him for life.

their friendship grows and so do they and steve stays this constant through it all, and that means so much to tommy. i think that once girls start to show an interest in steve and once steve starts to show an interest back, tommy gets jealous, because that means that steves full attention isn't on him anymore. (and whether you look at it through a 'tommy has a crush on steve' lens or not it still applies either way ((though as im sure you're all aware i DO look at it through that lens LOL))).

carol joins their group, and either steve nudges tommy towards her or tommy nudges himself towards her because, well, if steves gonna get himself a girlfriend, so is tommy because he's not getting left behind. and he loves carol, he does, but also it's a lot more complicated than that (see the beginning of my latest fic, keep me on a rope, for more on The Complicated Relationship of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins because ohohoho boy do i have THOUGTS on that).

and then nancy wheeler happens and steve gets his heart broken AND his world rocked AND the biggest thump on his head of his life and suddenly he's not tommys best friend anymore. he's not even his friend. and that fucking HURTS tommy. because look at that? even STEVE left in the end. and so tommy lashes out. he gets meaner. he latches onto billy hargrove, but he doesn't give a shit about tommy. he puts up that protective shell so he can't get hurt again, and that means never letting anyone in again. that means settling for what he has, who he has. that means stewing in these hurt feelings and this awful grudge and the hatred for years and years until—

somewhere down the line (way waaaaaay down the line) tommy gets tired of it. he gets sick of being bitter and lonely and miserable. and he finally gets HIS thump on the head. he does some digging deeeeeeeep into himself and he does a lot of self reflection and he realizes that fuck. he's been an asshole. he's been a jerk. he's been a total dick. he's hurt people he loved, people who didn't deserve it. he's pushed them away. he's isolated himself. he's turned into this shell of what he could have been.

and so he starts to work on himself. starts to make amends.

or he doesn't. that's a possibility too. he can get stuck in his ways and he can live out a bitter lonely miserable life too!

but that's the thing about tommys character — he can be and do and say whatever you want!!!! and THAT is why i love him so much.

(plus, as i said it is just SOOOO fascinating to explore his relationship with steve and with carol because BOTH are SOOOO complicated and SOOOO layered and there is just SO much going on in that little brain and body of his that even HE can't sort through it all.)

stranger things ask game

#asks #bitchsteve #TY BLAKE!!! ILY!!! 💕💕💕#stranger things #stranger things ask game #tommy hagan #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin

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thelastwalkingsoul · 2 years ago

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How is it the season finale alreadyyy ahhh

Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6 | Ep 7 | Ep 8

- ASHLEYYYYYY. God she sounds like Ellie omg

- Nope, I can’t. I only hear Ellie.

- Babe it’s so impressive that you’re running that hard when you’re pregnant holy shit

- THE SWITCHBLADE YESSSS

- Oh god that’d be terrifying

- Woah that happened fast holy crap.

- This is beautiful. An Ellie giving life to another Ellie 🥹

- Oh. She was holding it to her neck. Oh honey.

- OH SHIT MAYBE THATS HOW SHES IMMUNE?! ANNA CUT IT AFTER SHE WAS BITTEN.

- The switchblade ahhhhh

- Woah they actually knew each other. I love that we get more backstory.

- Marlene NO YOU GOTTA KILL HER. Good.

- Oh no I wasn’t ready for Ellie post David 😭

- Not him saying he’ll teach her guitar IM DYING

- Is this the scene I think it is?

- IT IS YESSSS

- OH NO IM CRYING ALRESDY

- THE SMILE ON JOELS FACE FUCK ME

- “Man you can’t deny that view” AHHHHHHH. SCENE FOR SCENE. LINE FOR LINE

- God. Ellie being even more insistent about going makes Joel’s decision hurt even worse.

- “I was the guy who shot and missed.” JOEL. JOEL NO. OMFG 😭

- I WANNA GIVE YOU A HUH JOEL FUCK

- That’s such a mean angsty addiction omg I love it

- They’re both so bad at emotions and communication fucking hell

- Oh shit this is how they’re doing it

- OH ELLIES IMMUNITY IS PROBABLY BECAUSE ANNA GOT BITTEN BEFORE SHE CUT THE CORD AHHH

- The look on his face when he realises THATS A GUT PUNCH

- Oh my god they didn’t tell her this time THATS EVEN WORSE

- Fuck off Marlene you didn’t even want to TAKE ELLIE

- NOT THE SWITCHBLADE THATS SO RUDE

- We about to get brutal Joel I can’t wait

- He grabbed her switchblade 🥹

- THE SLOW VERSION OF THE THEME?! OH MY GOD

- WOW. THEY ARE NOT SHYING AWAY FROM HOW MANY PEOPLE HE ACTUALLY KILLED

- THAT HALLWAY SHOT. SO SIMILAR

- The way he carefully picked her up vs how cold he was just moment ago?

- That lingering shot on the doctor Joel killed? If you know, you know.

- Even the way one of Ellie’s arms is lying outwards. The detail and care put into this.

- Him looking at her face? 😭

- YES THE CUT WHERE FOR A SECOND YOU DONT KNOW

- GOD I LOVE HOW THEYVE DONE THIS

- The way that ‘I’m sorry’ was for a lot more than just that.

- Woahhhh her bite up close. Sickkkkk.

- Joel feeling ok talking about Sarah ahhhhhhh

- YES HERE WE GO

- THAT LAST SCENE WAS SO PERFECT OMG

- Ellie’s “okay” and then cut to credits? YEESSS

I’m gonna do a final thoughts post eventually so look forward to that.

#tlou #tlou show #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #the last of us #the last of us show #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #episode 9 #soul reacts #soul reacts tlou

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forjongseong · 1 year ago

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carmesi part 10 HELLO LMAO i thought i havent read 9, but i did!!! so part 10 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO~

You continued to pout and stare blankly at the screen before coming up with an idea. “Can I just sit with you?”

“You mean on my lap?” Jay asked to confirm. When you nodded, he nodded too and swiveled his chair back to face the computer. “Hop on.”

HEHEHEHE i just started and im all giggles and butterflies rn djksaldjksa

“It looks great on you, that’s the problem. It makes you look older.”

Jay’s eyes squinted at you before he chuckled again. “Thank you?”

LMAO i can see his usual facial expression with his eyebrow raised too lol

“Sit on my cock?” He asked, his lips grazing yours.

SAY LESS! I AM SAT, SIR

“Do you have any more of these that I can ruin?” Jay asked, his fingers lifting the hem of your night gown.

@_@ SCREAMING! Why would he even ask? There's a whole wardrobe fhasjkdjkas

“Can’t wait to see them wrapped around my dick tonight. See you at home.”

NANA LMAO I didnt expect this reply omg i choked on my water BYE

“You say that like I’m not allowed to stare at you,” Jay commented, leaning back on the kitchen sink and gripping the edges with his hands. “You look beautiful.”

oh jay <3 he is just so squishable lol i wanna hug this dude and let him just stare at me forever :3

Jay shrugged as he leaned back on the counter again, a smug smile on his face. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”

JAY! YOU DONT GET TO SAY THIS! YOU DID IT FIRST! WTF JFKASDLFSDFS

At the sound of his voice, you calmed down.

i just love the trust ceoyn has in jay. his tone just calms her and its like no one exists after that. PERFECT COUPLE FOREVER

“I don’t want a single drop staining the car,” you whispered. “Don’t make a mess.”

SCREAMING BECAUSE I REMEMBERED WE TALKED ABOUT THIS OMG AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

“Is that a hickey?”

You fumbled for your phone and checked your reflection, craning your neck to see the spot Seungho pointed at. Nothing was there.

“Made you look,” he chuckled.

IM THE BROTHER LMAO!!! Me to my siblings tbh

“Is this the famous Park Jay? Oh, I love your hair. So nice to finally meet you!”

HAHAHAAHAHHAAHHA I DIDNT MEANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD, BUT I DID OMG LOLOLOL poor hwi!!!!!

“For making my sister happy.”

okay, sorry to be that emo person haha but i did this to my sister's fiancee and brother's girlfriend T-T and one day, im gonna say this to my baby sister's future s/o when she gets one. we all really deserve happiness <3

“Good,” Seungho said. “Because if you hurt her, I’m gonna have to unleash all the hidden knowledge I have gained from listening to a lot of true crime podcasts.”

HAHAHAHAHA I AM SEUNGHO FRFR! My siblings had to tell me to calm down and stop scaring their s/o dhsajkdhsajkdhjak

“You’re the prettiest when you’re naked for me, though.”

CHOKING AGAIN AHAHHA LEAVING FOREVER

“Matching mugs for us!” Jay said with a huge smile. “Do you think it’s cute?”

THE MATCHING MUGS T-T MY EMOTIONS ARE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE RN! we talked so much about the matching mugs AND HERE WE ARE

Jay shrugged, also admiring the green mug. “I just thought of you when I saw them. I figured, since you can’t hang out with cats because of me, I should make an effort to add more cat stuff to our daily lives.”

he loves her so much that it makes me love them so much and now idk what to do but cry some more because hdjsakdhjakdhak THIS IS JAY

“Damn it, I forgot what else I was supposed to say.”

me tearing up and then laughing hahahaha dammit JAY! DHJSAKDHASJ i love him so much PLEASE!!!

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

ME, BRINGING HONOR TO MYSELF BY BEING HIS WIFE! HELLO!

“Don’t worry, I’ve got pictures and videos of the proposal. I’ll airdrop them as soon as my shift is over,” Jake confessed. “Now I gotta run before my manager sees me.”

JAKE! BEST MAN! he wins for best man category lmao jkjk

You looked at Jay for a couple of seconds before you blinked. “So, when you were frantically patting yourself down and searching for something in your pocket, it wasn’t the car keys but the ring? You left it at home?”

JAY BRUHHHH LMAO the way i freaken snorted out loud as well. he was slick af though, for lying that he was looking for the keys dhjaskdhsjak!

Jay took the jade roller from your hands and made you give instructions on how to use it on your face. You did the same routine on Jay’s face, and throughout the whole process he was closing his eyes and smiling.

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE, PLEEEEASE NANA T-T especially him closing his eyes and smiling! my heart is gushing out so much love rn!

Jay chuckled and booped your nose. “I kiss you once and you already think I’m trying to get in your pants?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am.”

I AM GOING TO FIGHT HIM DHJAKSDHAKSHDSKA A DAMN MENACE TO MY HEART

ANYWAYS OMG I FORGOT THAT PART 10 WAS THE PROPOSAL CHAPTER T-T So much tears, laughter, and screaming dhjsakdhjak i missed carmesi so much! fuck school, because i missed out on my favorite couple T-T BUT ITS OKAY, i can catch up slowly and gush and cry and scream again with you! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS TO CARMESI PART 10

ngl reading this recap I felt like reading someone else's work??? I don't remember writing ANY of this HELP AKSHDHKAJSDAKSJ HOW LONG AGO WAS THIS PART RELEASED OH MY GOD

especially this part

At the sound of his voice, you calmed down.

what happened there? HASDHASH I GUESS I HAVE TO REREAD IT MYSELF oh but yes I did remember discussing the car sex scene with you BECAUSE YOU SENT ME THAT SNIPPET FROM THE COMIC AKSJDHKAJSDHSA

not me going to part 10 and rereading it now BHAHAHA thank you for highlightingg these parts, it makes me relive them again

#ilysb #nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #from.genie #fic: mon soleil

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emy-san · 6 years ago

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#v #shadow #griffon #dmc #dmc5 #vdmc #vdmc5 #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #3d #my art #blender cycles #omg he is so perfect look at him and his beautiful face im crying because of his perfection #spoiler but he deserved better #i miss him so much #he just wanted to be loved and protected qnq #...Ria wrote that and I AGREE #test render

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variousincorrectxreader · 2 years ago

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Could you right the DDLC girls with a normally shy S/O's who get's possessive when someone flirts with them?

OMG FIRST DDLC REQUEST YESSSSS

~ Yuri ~

Chaos, absolute chaos

You two are both so shy in public, holding hands, kissing in any way shape or form is guaranteed to have one of you two (or both) flustered beyond repair.

But the two of you are also SO possessive, and together that makes a dangerous combo

She finds you just too cute, so soft and shy and god she loves you.

So thats why she’s so uncomfortable when this random guy starts hitting on her

She doesn’t know what to say, so she just blushes (out of embarrassment due to attention being drawn to her)

Which this creep takes as a sign that he should keep going.

He reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and she flinches away

Thats when you come in. Soft adorable little you <3

Running at this guy to kick him in the shin.

When he doubles over in pain, he gets the perfect view of you pulling your beautiful girlfriend down into a kiss.

After the two of you break apart, you look down smugly before dragging her off.

It doesnt take long before you begin to revert back to your shy self, and you start going off with apologies

Oh what, she doesnt mind/ And now you’re up against the wall, what a turn.

She feels more comfortable being a teensy bit more possessive now that she knows you are as well, maybe not to the same degree however.

it doesn’t take long for people to realise,

‘hmmm, maybe i shouldn’t flirt with either of these people.’

honestly, the two of you were made for each other, and you both bring each other out of your shells.

~Monika~

Chances are she already knows you’re possessive, she's just like that.

(Maybe she's physic, or just has good intuition)

But she doesn’t mention it so long as you don’t.

she loves how shy you are, and she sometimes teases you about it, but she stops if you get annoyed or uncomfortable

she squishes your face with her hands and watches you blush

Anyways, Monika is used to being flirted with

And you’re used to it to, lets be honest.

canonically she’s like, the most popular pretty girl in school (and she has good grades)

so its no surprise that people (foolishly) come up to flirt with her, but you usually aren’t around for that to happen.

She wasn’t surprised when someone came up to flirt with her, just annoyed.

Shes stated that shes TAKEN and is so close to poofing them out of existence when

She sees you storming up to this random dude and straight up kick his nuts. No more children I guess

Shes sort of shocked but she swoons, kinda teases you to see if shy you is still in there.

Is further shocked when you just grab her hand and drag her to a secluded place to makeout.

After you finish shy you comes back and she finds it so cute.

Im not saying she sometimes tries to make you jealous bc thats kinda toxic but...

Yeah she does.

She teases you about it but she loves it a lot so she doesn’t stop you from going sicko mode on those asshats.

~Natsuki~

Oh boy.

Natsuki is something, before you two got together she probably made you cry a lot.

She feels bad about it now and tries to make up for it by giving you cupcakes (it works)

Not a lot of people would really approach her because shes got a bit of a mouth and attitude.

But there are a few people now and then (mainly lolicons, im sorry but its the truth.)

Either that or people with a degrading kink anyways.

So she's genuinely a bit surprised that someone comes up and starts flirting with her, so much so she doesn't have a sharp retort to dish out.

So he moves in closer and she's still frozen

And then you come barrelling in and no joke tackle this fool.

She swoons, but refuses to acknowledge the fact that she finds you so hot right now.

Naturally when you drag her away, she gets snappy again but she's secretly very flustered.

When you go back to being shy she teases you a bit, but gets you to spoon her later that night.

Sayori 💕

Naww, you two are so cute.

People have voted you cutest couple every year., and honestly I see why.

She loves tackling you in a big ol bear hug and pepper your face with kisses, seeing you blush is a bonus.

I genuinely think that sayori would have quite a few admirers, she's just so peppy and cute (on the outside at least.)

So she sometimes gets letters and gifts but she only keeps them if it's food 💀🙏

She'll share them with you don't worry.

You usually just let the admiers be because they're not confessing in person so who cares.

But one time this random approaches the two of you before you leave the school gates and bows, confessing their love.

Before she can do anything about it, she feels a dark aura behind her as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"she's fucking taken loser. Piss off. N o w"

It sends shivers down her spine but like, in a good way.

While your walking home she notices the aura receding and you apologise sheepishly.

She just coos about how you cute you are, welp.

#yuri #monika #natsuki #sayori #yuri x reader #monika x reader #sayori x reader #natsuki x reader #x reader #gn reader #female reader #x male reader #ddlc x reader #ddlc

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pls a fake instagram with face Claim Blanca Soler!!!

i love blanca sm!!! and i loved doing this also <3

SUNFLOWER.

fc: blanca soler.

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tags won't let me say what i wanna say so my thoughts are under the cut i love this so so much fr fr

honestly reader's inner monologue makes me want to give her the biggest hug ever

FIANCE OMG OMG OMG BAKUDEKU???????? AND HES SOUTHERN??????

"usually won't do anything until you're here" - oh ..... my delusional ass is having a field day

oh shit. OH SHITTTTT NOOO NOT DENKI NOOOOOOOOOOO GODDDD SAVE HIM nah cos the way my stomach dropped i feel sick

also iida doing law makes so much sense

noo because its her birthday. why can't she have one good day, just one day where nothing goes wrong. i stg ill fight for reader ill lay my life down for

going to cry for reader i really hope she pulls it off

also why am i lowkey imagining toshi with a darth vader voice lmaoooo i love this fic so so much i wanna live and breathe this

"his warm voice is almost paternal" brb gonna scream is this what a father figure feels like 🥲

"fate has linked you to a man that will inevitably break your heart over and over again" this is so poetic im literally tearing up. being in a toxic relationship im sure reader has her flaws too but she deserves to be loved properly and by someone who cares

“If you have a problem with the way I run my department,” Aizawa seethes. “At least have the balls to say it to my face.” - well shit can't even focus on how fine he looks

okay i think he's being a little harsh. sure its not nice to be undermined, but you dont need to belittle her and make her cry. damn aizawa. at least he somewhat regrets it?? nah but no ones allowed to make my girl cry 🥊💥💥

Fucking astrology. Fucking Aizawa. Fucking work. Fucking Touya. Fucking turning thirty. - hear hear bestie im right with you fuck everyone fr frrr

why am i sobbing rn im literally crying and so emotional over this fic, i feel reader in my soul and i wanna hug her so bad. her insecurities, her thoughts and feelings, everything's just so relatable and even though im not 30 i can somewhat relate to the way she's feeling. bless her

her focusing on the heels going from something positive and the way touya says it makes her look beautiful to her hating them and how they look cheap - mint every single detail about this is perfect and i love it its beautiful. the fixation on the shoes is so real

hizashi is such a real one i love you so much hizashi

this fic already has me so invested in it. im trying not to read it all in one go, but i just can't stop myself. it's so good, and i love it so much. not only is the writing amazing, but the storyline and the characters have me emotionally invested too. im lowkey scared for the ending because i have a feeling it will NOT be happy, but im also so so excited to read the rest of it !!

Inevitable Things: chapter two

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. no porn in first two chapters, sorry gang :)

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When you arrive at 8:35, all of the lights in the building are already on, a warm, yellow hued light against the stormy sky. The exterior almost melts into the overcast; it makes you think of that ‘bye-bye blue' that Disney coined for its buildings, only much more depressing. Sometimes you look at this build and think about the hours of your life that it’s stolen, but not today. No, for once, you decide to have a good day.

It’s your birthday, after all.

The dash across the parking lot is a bit wobbly, your heels catching the gravel and potholes. Mic had texted you last night to remind you to wear something special, since he and a couple other office friends were taking you out, so you had dawned the only pair of heels you actually liked: a red pair you found at a thrift shop years ago. The stilettos are a bit high and much too sexy for your taste, but there’s an unknowable something about them that you love.

You did, however, forget your umbrella.

One of the interns is by the door, jacket pulled over his head to protect himself and his cigarette from the rain. Izuku, chubby cheeked and doe eyed, is shorter than most of his peers, with thick green curls that puff up and frizz in the humidity. For his stature, he’s surprisingly built; he and his boyfriend -no, fiance now- go to the gym together every morning and the hard work shows. You can’t help but notice the curve of bicep that flexes as he moves his arm back to his face.

“Good morning!” you call out. The weather is cool, so you wrap both hands around your special little birthday latte. Izuku seems unphased by the weather; he sniffles a bit as he pulls another drag, freckled nose wrinkling. The red stained rims of his eyes are stark against his tan skin.

“Yeah.” He sucks in a breath, trying to keep his voice light and failing. His Southern draw sits heavy on his tongue. “Not quite.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Rain drives a shiver up your spine and so does the look in his eyes.

“Like, okay, it was so-” He takes another thick pull and exhales it too quickly, coughing a bit as he talks. His ideas come faster than his mouth can handle. “First thing this morning-- well, actually, Ka-chan and I got here before anybody, so it wasn’t, like, first thing-first thing, you know? Anyway, like- thirty minutes after the first thing, when Mr. Aizawa arrived, he like, didn’t even set his stuff down before he told me to get into the conference room, which is crazy because he usually won’t do anything until you’re here and-”

“Izuku, focus.”

“I am focused-- these are important details! Mr. Aizawa pulled me into a conference room this morning and reamed me out. Incompetent: he called me lazy and incompetent, which is crazy because I do so much in this department! You wouldn’t believe it! And you know what Ka did? Laughed. He could hear it from the cubicle and he laughed, isn’t that awful? We’re getting married and yet he thinks it's okay to laugh at my misfortun-?”

“Wait, slow down,” you say. “Why were you yelled at?”

Izuku takes a dramatic gulp of air to slow himself, but it clearly does nothing. His finger twiddle the cigarette back and forth, ash falling to the puddle at his feet.. “He told me the work I turned in yesterday wasn't acceptable.”

It couldn't be the things you did. There’s no way; you’re smart -- well, okay, maybe not. You’re competent at least-- competent enough that you’ve done the reports previously without any complaints.

“No.”

“It's my fault.” Izuku continues. His accent gets thicker when it’s holding worry, clipping words and rounding out other sounds. “I should have finished them myself, but Denki offered to help me out-- and I had a meeting with the wedding planner yesterday so I had to leave early; if i was late again I would have upset Mitsuki and I couldn’t upset Mitsuki again because she’s intense, like, way more intense that Katsuki ever is, so I’m a little terrified of her-”

Fuck. You can’t listen- you’re trying to focus on keeping your breakfast down. That was your work. You’re the one that made Izuku and Denki look bad.

“-Biomedical engineering. Why did I pick biomedical engineering? I should have chosen law school like Iida. That would have been a better career path.”

“What about Denki?” You interrupt his rambling and he seems to snap out of his panic loop. For once, he’s quiet. “What about Denki, Izuku?”

“Oh.” Izuku says. “Yeah. Well.”

He places the cigarette between his teeth and goes to suck, only to realize he’s hit the filter. With a tsk, he smashes the embers against the concrete side of the building, but doesn’t drop the butt, instead holding it in his palm. A trickle of rain runs down your cheek, just enough to make you shiver.

“Allegedly,” Now, he speaks too slowly, chewing on every word. “HR is working on his off boarding.”

Your body forgets how to breathe. The interns are all part of a specific college program- if they aren’t working, they don’t get credit towards their summer graduation. Because of you, Denki will not be graduating this spring-- in fact, he’s going to have to wait another full school year until he can apply for graduating again. Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen and you have to manually force yourself to suck in a breath.

“He’s fired?” you ask, stupidly.

“I’m not surprised, to be honest.” Izuku says. His pretty little curls are flattened now, heavy with wet. “This was his fifth big mistake and Mr. Aizawa is, well… he’s Mr. Aizawa. He doesn’t pull any punches.”

“Oh, geez.” You want to barf. “Oh, no, oh, geez.”

You’re ruining someone's life. One mistake and you’ve fucked everything up. Tears prickle hot behind your eyes as you think; what are your options here? You can’t just let this happen. Your job is to fix things-- that’s the only thing you’re good for. Discussing this with Aizawa would be a dead end; he’d probably just fire you too. You need to go above him.

“I’ll fix this,” you say, mostly to reassure yourself. You turn on your heel and march inside, a plan already forming in your mind. “Don’t worry.”

“Fix what?” Izuku calls after you. “Denki getting fired?”

You flash the security officer your badge, not bothering to turn around. There’s no time for that. The head of HR is usually punctual, so you only have a couple minutes before he arrives and sees the termination paperwork. It’ll take time to process, of course, but you’d rather fix this before it’s even reached that point. You scramble to your desk and don’t bother to sit down before you’re picking up your phone and dialing. The number is posted on a little sticky note, right under ‘emergencies only’ written in big red letters. This… counts, right? This is an emergency in its own regard.

The line rings once, then twice. Then, it clicks.

“Good morning.” The voice on the other side is unusually smooth, a clear timbre despite it all. In between words he takes long, drawing breaths, pulling through his nasal cannula. “Is my company? On fire?”

You laugh at that and you aren’t sure why. Maybe it’s the trill of fear in your gut, burrowing its way out anyway it can. “Good morning, sir. No, the building is still standing, luckily.”

“Please," he says, and you understand immediately.

“Yagi.” The informality of it all feels weird, even after all this time. He's the CEO and he wants you to address him like a friend. It’s been that way since you first started, but it still feels undeserved. “How are you?”

“I’m well.” Behind him you can hear the mumble of the television: a children’s show, you think. “My niece is visiting. So, I’ve been. Spending a lot of time. By the pond, feeding the ducks.”

He mentioned once that he had wanted children, but the company had taken up too much of his time. That memory makes your gut twist in a different way as you remember just how finite his time really is.

“That sounds lovely.”

“It is lovely.” He pauses. Then, clears his throat. “Not that I’m. Not happy to hear from you, but… why are you calling?”

“Well, I-” You’re not sure where to start. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, swaying like you have to pee. “I made a mistake.”

“What kind of mistake?”

“Not a company ruining one, but…” Oh, geez. Maybe you'll end up being the one without a job today. “I finalized some work for the engineering department interns and it wasn’t up to standard. And the manager-”

“-Shouta?”

“Yes, uh. Aizawa. He wasn’t aware of that fact and he fired the intern for work that I did.”

There's a pause.

“Are you sure?” He sniffles a bit. You can picture how he itches his nose with the back of his hand. He hates that tube. “I know he isn’t. The warmest man, but Aizawa. Isn’t one to fire. An employee without. Apt reason. Have you tried. Speaking to him?”

You can’t. The idea of confrontation makes your skin itch. Besides, you can’t just look him in the eyes and admit you fucked up-- he’d lose his mind.

“I just can’t let Kaminari get in trouble for my work.”

Yagi hums a low tone.

“I’ll bring it. To Shouta’s attention.” You almost jump for joy at that. “And I’ll let HR. Know.”

“Oh, thank you.” You’re physically bouncing. “I felt so guilty.”

“That’s under. Standable.” he says. “Maybe we. Have the engineers. Do their own work from now on, okay?”

“I know, I know, I just--” Can’t say no? “I like to be useful.”

“You’re more than useful.” His voice is warm, almost paternal. “I’m being told that I have an episode of Bluey to watch, so…”

“Goodbye, have fun, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You hang up, then wait a couple beats before sighing with relief. Crisis avoided! Happy birthday to you! Maybe, against all odds, this will be a good day.

You drop into your seat and let it spin. Your latte isn’t hot anymore, but even lukewarm it’s still pretty damn good. After it boots up, your computer notifications are alight with companies wishing you a happy day and a merry 30% off. There’s a couple of DMs from coworkers that you haven’t opened yet as well and the attention makes you glitter.You almost forget that Touya still hasn't read your messages. It's not a surprise; he always forgets your birthday. It shouldn’t upset you at this point.

The workday official starts and, for once, it’s calm. There’s time to organize your desk and check on your facebook. Maybe, just maybe, the universe has decided to be kind to you. Yagi sounded better than he usually does, if not a bit winded.

You’re thirty, but you don’t feel older. 18 feels like last week, 25 is still your friend. Being this old almost feels like a joke-- especially being this old and single, with a job you’re not passionate about. You thought, maybe, that things would be okay by now. You’d be successful, with more than a couple hundred in your checking account, and a husband that could return a fucking text. Life, of course, had other plans.

It’s not that you don’t love Touya. You do. You really do. You just wish that you didn’t. It's easier to love someone like Hizashi or a boring man from R&D, but being with him feels like running on sand as it sinks down an hourglass. You're too far gone already, too intertwined with him; fate has linked you to a man that will inevitably break your heart, over and over again.

You almost don’t notice the stomp of boots down the hallway until it’s too late. You’ve been eclipsed.

Aizawa turns the corner so quickly that you jump and spill your coffee. His brow furrowed so deeply that his ‘11’ lines have gained an extra 1, and extra wrinkles have puckered around his straight drawn mouth. When he speaks, his lips curl up in one corner in revulsion, giving you a hint of canine. Someone from marketing walks down the hall, meets your eyes, then turns back around, fleeing it away from this situation. You wish you could do the same.

His hands press flat against your desk. The space he takes up alone makes you wilt, drawing back into your chair. Oh, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. His hair is down for once, falling in front of his face as he talks, and his hoodie sleeves are pushed to his elbows, revealing the punched, tense muscle underneath. The finer hairs on his arms are raised up into goosebumps, standing straight like pins.

“If you have a problem with the way I run my department,” Aizawa seethes. “At least have the balls to say it to my face.”

The air in your lungs turns icy. You’re frozen there, hands hovering above your keyboard, unsure if you should even pick up your drink.

“On what planet is it acceptable to tattle on me to the CEO?” His voice carries down the hall as he growls at you, the low, rolling tone of his voice somehow more terrifying than actual yelling. He reminds you of a wild dog, ears pinned back and ready to bite. And you’re just the poor rabbit in his path. “And to HR? Are you fucking kidding? You’re better than this.”

Oh, this is the type of interaction you were trying to avoid. Heat flares across your cheeks as you sputter and you frantically look anywhere else to avoid the burn. “I-- uh--”

“Did the interns come crying to you again?” Aizawa continues. “Did you let them walk all over you again?”

He leans in even closer.

“You are not their mother or their friend. They are adults. With jobs. And they do not need the secretary saving them from work they are paid to do-- especially Kaminari, who regularly abuses your good faith.”

Your shoes. You focus on those. Your pretty, candy red heels with the delicate strap, the ones Touya always compliments and the ones that make you feel beautiful.

“Calling Toshinori? May I remind you that he is actively dying? May I remind you that you are actively wasting his time with this?"

Shoes, look at your shoes.

"I also don’t have the fucking time for this. We are a business in a time crunch-- I don’t have the energy or brain power or man power to be dragging around dead weight," he says. "If I decide someone isn't fit enough to work here, they are not fit to work here. Do you understand that?”

Oh. A sudden, horrible realization hits you. All of the weeks of stress and loneliness and heartbreak and other random bullshit that’s built up in your life is hitting all at once and, despite how hard you’re trying not to, you are going to cry. Tears are prickling hot against the corners of your eyes, burning to come out, and you know there’s only second before they spill over-

“Do you understand that?”

You look up. He looks down. Your lip quivers.

Aizawa immediately draws back, eyes widening with realization. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, drawing in a short breath. His brows are pinched together differently now; if he was anyone else, you’d assume he was sorry. If he was anyone else, you might care.

“I didn’t mean to…” he tries.

“You’re-” You want to scream and fight and curse, but all you can say is: “I hate you.”

It’s incredibly juvenile, but saying it feels good. With all of the fury you can muster, you stand, chair bouncing back against the wall behind you, and march out of there and straight into the women’s bathroom. You hold your chin high until the door slams behind you.

Then, you sob. It’s loud enough that you know it can be heard in the hall, wet enough that all of your make-up ends on the back of your hands, hard enough that you lose one of your contacts, but you just can’t stop. It comes in a torrent, one that doesn’t stop until you’re all blurry eyed and swollen and absolutely, positively destroyed.

Fucking astrology. Fucking Aizawa. Fucking work. Fucking Touya. Fucking turning thirty.

Your heels look stupid against the blue and white linoleum. The faux leather no longer looks convincing, but like cheap, normal plastic. Your cellphone is still on your desk and covered in an 8 dollar latte, so there's nothing to distract you from your own downward spiral. You want to be helpful. You want to be a good person, but nothing seems to work out that way.

By the time you manage to peel yourself out of the bathroom stall, the world has started to turn again. Someone’s at the coffee station, stirring in way too many sugars, someone else is taking on the phone just out of earshot. Aizawa is thankfully gone. You’re not sure you could have handled more of that.

Frankly, you’re not sure you can handle more of anything. You strip your other contact from your eye and throw on your only other option: the emergency glasses you have stashed in your desk. Great, as if you didn't feel bad enough already, now you feel ugly too.

A ping comes through from HR, letting you know that you have sick time available 'if need be.’ For once, the office gossip works in your favor. You shoot off a quick reply, confirming that you're going to head out, then grab your phone. It's sticky and wet, but it still works.

do you want to leave work early and go get drunk?<-

Hizashi’s response is almost immediate.

->leave work early????? who is this and what have you done with my babygirl?????

-is that a no? ): <-

->are you kidding?????? I’ll be at your desk in 15

You are going to get drunk. Very. Very. Drunk.

#🌻.lija reblogs #I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS TO FINISH I CANT GET ENOUGH AND IM ONLY 2 CHAPTERS IN !!!!!

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Honestly it broke my heart when Deidamia was mean to Patroclus and they fucked anyway because every time he describes himself it’s how he perceives he’s being judged. It’s tragic as shit. And even if Achilles had showered Patroclus with praise, Pat wouldn’t include it in the story because he was so focused on saving Achilles’ memory. With that, some thoughts I think Achilles had:

Oh no, what if he gets in trouble. What if he gets beaten or — he’s so shy that can’t happen to him, he’s be so humiliated I gotta find him PAT! PAT! BUDDY, WHERE’D YOU GO?!

He can play whatever fucking lyre he wants, you prick.

Imma boop his nose. No wait that’s so weird he’ll— imma boop his nose with my nose. Agh no— OH SHIT IM DOIN IT. IM BOOPING HIS NOSE.

OH SHIT IM DOIN IT IM RUNNIN UP THE BEACH

Dad I don’t want new frenn I want Pat.

We are older. He is taller than me now.

This fucking little statue. It’s fucking me. I fucking love it. Oh god I like it so much. It’s so cute. Oh man oh shit oh god I look like a derp because I like this fucking little me so much.

My beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful — fuck, he’s done brushing his teeth. Play it cool.

Maybe if I impale myself with a stick he would rub some nice salve on me and bandage me up with his strong hands. Achilles, you sly dog. 😎

Patpatpat I hadadream you didn’t love —That we— oh thank god I’m awake and he’s holding me.

He’s still asleep with his arms around me and hasn’t let go all night. His chest pressing into my back is so warm I could cry. Thank god he’s still asleep. He wouldn’t want me if he knew how I needed him, how it really was. I’m getting the pillow soaking wet, his hand is curled just beside my cheek and my tears slide between his fingers. Shit. I mean to ease away from him but all my body will do is hug tight the sleep-heavy arm circling my chest. Endymion clutching the moon’s perfect crescent. What will he think of me? What if he regrets — oh shit, I’m gonna wake him up, I’m shaking so bad and crying so loud and he— Achilles? Fuck. Achilles, are you ok? Hey, easy. It’s ok. Oh no, come here. Is it your mom? Achilles, it’s alright. Don’t you know nothing can take me away from you? It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

You ever felt like you could eat the world but like … not cook it? Gotta be a word for that. oh my god look at him. I will literally do anything to get him to come put his head in my lap and look at my face so I can look at his face and he can look at my face and his big sad eyes are so sweet how is anyone so sweet?!

How imma ever stop kissing this cute face? How imma ever stop smooshing this cute bod? Omg I missed a spot! Imma kiss it. My beautiful boy how could I ever stop loving you.

I swear it. My most beloved.

Scyros isnt so far. He’ll never stop looking for me. He couldn’t do that, not when he knows I’ll die without—-

—he thinks I left him. Oh my god, he thinks I don’t want him— I— what— no- he must be so angry and I can’t even tell him -I can’t even say — oh my god I broke his heart.

Pat you can’t leave again I didn’t want to do it I missed you I was dying it was like dying Pat dont you get it I did it for you I did everything for you I had to do it I had to be with you don’t you get it Patroclus I couldn’t let you think I left you I would do anything I would kill myself before I let you think I didn’t want you please can’t you see me can’t you fucking see my face I didn’t want to i don’t want anything but you all I want is you Patroclus please say something.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

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niilue · 2 years ago

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omg finally some sub bleach content!

could you please write edging and overstimulation hc for ukitake(since you’ve already done a fic with jushiro and overstim just edging for him is perfect) and yumichika? i love these boys

if it’s too much, you choose what you want to omit :)

english isn’t my first language and i’m still learning so i hope it was all clear <3

have a good day/night!💕

hehe im glad u liked my sub bleach content <33

THANKSS FOR 900+ FOLLOWERS <33!!

⠀ ukitake jushiro - yumichika ayasegawa ⠀

⊹HEADCANONS⊹

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, edging, a little impact play, overstimulation, idk just playing and having fun with ukitake and yumichika <3 kinda short?

༉‧₊˚ sub ukitake

ukitake loves too much to be over-stimulated.

the sensation of cumming over and over again makes him feel incredible, he doesn't know how to explain it. even if sometimes it hurts, it also causes him great pleasure.

he loves to touch himself alone in his privacy, until he is dry, until his cock is very red and uncomfortable, and to see the cum trickle of cum cover his hand, the tip of his cock, his own clothes or the floor.

or when you do it yourself, when you use your beautiful hands to touch him, and look into his eyes while you do it, seeing his beautiful face contorted with pleasure.

or being able to enter you and that with every thrust, with every friction of both of you, with your warmth you make him come over and over again. he doesn't care. he just wants to feel the limit.

being pushed to the edge is something he also enjoys in his moments. maybe not as much as being overstimulated, but he does like it.

ukitake likes that when you are edging him, you treat him badly and say sexual things into his ear.

he likes it when you touch him, ruin his orgasm and even make him cry a little.

he can't help it, when you play with his penis and just humiliate him and tell him that he won't come for hours. he feels scared that you leave him needy like that. but his arousal doesn't go down, it even increases, knowing that you have that control over him.

i think he may not love it so much that you play with him like that, what he enjoys is that after all that suffering his orgasm will be much more pleasurable. and he can continue to come with more pleasure.

༉‧₊˚ sub yumichika

yumichika… what can i say he likes it when you overstimulate him. plain and simple.

feeling his orgasm come over and over again. it makes him feel so wanted and loved. because your restless hands can't leave his nice body.

he enjoys it because he may be very addicted to sex and well he doesn't want to stop feeling you next to him. you make him so.

you're on top of him fucking him until his senses shut down and only his cock is the only one that reacts when he comes. that kind of excitement is what he's looking for.

he's a pervert, and you know it. there's no such thing as a quick sex, one cumshot and that's it. he wants, he demands more.

on the other hand he has a little masochism inside him. so when you're taking him to the edge, hit his cock, his balls, the inside of his thighs, his abdomen.

it turns him on and does enough to his body to make him want to come, but he doesn't.

hearing his prompted moans and pleas for you to let him come really turns him on. it's weird, but that's just the way he is.

having his sobbing cock rise up in front of him, trembling and seeking an orgasm that you had previously ruined makes him want it more.

the suffering he feels when you're massaging his sensitive, cum-filled balls, and you teasing him for making a puppy face because he can' t cum, he likes it.

he'll scream at you to let him come in the first few minutes you're edging him, over and over again. but it's just for show so you'll have more time to play with his pathetic penis.

#ukitake #yumichika #sub ukitake #sub yumichika #bleach #sub ukitake jushiro #dom!reader #ukitake jushiro #yumichika ayasegawa #bleach x reader #smut #smut bleach #sub character #gender neutral #ukitake x you #yumichika smut

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arianaagreyy · 3 years ago

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So I saw your must recent j potter x reader fic, and for some reason can’t shake this idea out of my head, what if… reader was “in love” with James but once he starts dating lily she starts to hangout with sirius, to get space from the couple, and then she starts to fall for him ( who had a crush on her since for ever) and James notices how close they are being and starts to get jealous and confronts Sirius about it and it gets pretty heated at the point where Sirius just shouts that he is in love with her? I’m so sorry this is sooo detailed and lame 😩

OMG OMG MY FIRST EVER REQUEST!!! I HOPE MY WRITING DOES JUSTICE TO YOUR THOUGHTS...IM SUCH A CRAP WRITER BUT STILL....

AND NO. THIS IS NOT LAME. Never think that your opinion is lame.

Not A One-Sided Love - S. Black x Reader x J. Potter

Words: 2,254 words

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader , James Potter x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, one sided love, crap writing, use of swear words, mentions of starving, let me know if there are more.

You needed to distract yourself. This was getting out of hand. You were starting to fall apart now. Not attending classes, starving yourself, spacing yourself from your social circle, you were destroying yourself.

But they were everywhere. James and Lily were the ideal pair, the most loved couple, the most envied one as well.

You never told him how you felt. Both of you, you and James had spent so much time with each other, but not a single time did you have the courage to tell him that you were in love with him.

He had spent years going after that certain redhead that you, and everybody else were sure no other girl caught his attention.

And now they were dating.

And you were hurting.

"Y/N, are you ok?" the voice of Sirius Black snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and blinked a few times before smiling a soft smile at him, which he reciprocated.

"Yeah, just zoned out," you said and he chuckled.

"I must agree today's day was tiring. Do you wanna go to the Black Lake to rest for some time?" he asked, deep down fearing a rejection.

He has had a crush on you for what felt like forever. He knew you were in love with James and it pained him but being the best friend he was, he comforted you every time you came back to the Common Room crying because you saw James and Lily come out of a broom closet.

"Sure," you said and stood up from the table of the Great Hall, where you were sitting, and walked out with him, fingers interlocked.

"Where are you going?" James Potter's voice rang through the Hall and a few heads snapped up towards your and Sirius's direction.

"To distract our minds," Sirius swiftly said and turned back, dragging you out of the Great Hall.

__________

It had been a few months since you and Sirius started hanging out more than ever. Usually before this, you would only hang out with him when all of your friends were there too but now, you both had late night talks on the bank of the Black Lake, a dozen inside jokes and puns and feelings you both knew were strong.

You had first realized it when a few weeks ago both of you were laying on the bank, just like you do, watching the constellations in the sky. The moon shone brightly over both of yours' faces, illuminating them.

You had told Sirius a joke and he had barked out a laugh which you once found annoying but now, it fluttered your heart. Your eyes looked over to him to see his perfect features illuminated in the moonlight.

It wasn't deniable that Sirius Black was hot but right now, he looked as hot as ever. As beautiful and breath-taking as ever.

His grey eyes shone as bright as the moon itself and his face looked the same, and in that moment you knew, that you had feelings for Sirius Black.

The feelings helped a lot too. So did your meetups. You no longer cried yourself to sleep. You no longer felt anger or jealousy when you saw James and Lily together.

Meanwhile James did.

He noticed how close you and Sirius became over the weeks. How both of you would enter the Great Hall, hand in hand, muttering inside joked to each other and blushing profusely.

It made him angry that you weren't talking to him anymore and it made him jealous that you weren't spending time with him. He was your best friend too, you're supposed to spend time with him as well.

Why did it start bothering him so much?

__________

The morning went as usual. James sat next to Lily and Y/N sat next to Sirius. James and Lily didn't talk whereas Y/N and Sirius talked and laughed, talked and laughed, and anger bubbled inside of James.

He had started feeling like this since last week, when he had seen Sirius place a kiss on your forehead, and your cheeks turned pink. He felt something rile up inside him. Definitely not jealousy, right?

"Sirius, can we talk," James said and Y/N and Sirius looked at him. Sirius gave a firm nod before standing up, kissing Y/N on the cheek and waited for James to stand up, which he did soon, and left the Great Hall.

"What do you wanna talk 'bout, Prongs?" Sirius questioned. James stayed silent and walked through corridors until he found an empty classroom. He motioned for Sirius to get inside and locked the door with a spell when he got inside too.

"Prongsieee what's going onnn," Sirius said in a sing-song voice but quietened when he saw James's face holding no emotion.

"What's going on between you and Y/N?" James asked with a stone-cold expression.

His feelings towards yours and Sirius's friendship weren't positive and it took him a few days to realize that he DID in fact, developed feelings for you.

He didn't like the way you and Sirius laughed at anything the other did or told, how you both sat too closed for the title of 'Friends' and how you both looked at each other straight in the eyes with pink tinted cheeks. Sirius had stopped sleeping with random girls since you both started hanging out.

"Nothing's going on between me and Y/N, James. Why do you ask?" Sirius nonchalantly said, while going to sit on a nearby bench, but James wasn't satisfied with his answer.

"Then why have you started hanging out with her more than you used to do?" James spoke up again. His fists were clenching on his sides. Sirius looked up at him, the usual glint in his eyes going away.

He sat up from the bench and walked towards James, stopping when he was a good seven feet away from him, and looked him dead in the eye.

"It's none of your business James. The last time I saw you hanging out with Y/N was a year ago," Sirius said. James was shocked by realizing the fact that he did, in fact stopped talking to you once he started dating Lily.

"Do you have any idea how much that girl was hurting. You were the only person she trusted with her life and you suddenly threw her out of your life like a scab. She was in love with you for Merlin's sake," Sirius spat.

James staggered back but gained his balance quickly.

"She- she was in love with me?" he asked dumbfounded.

Sirius faked a loud laugh.

"Of course you didn't know. How didn't you see the broken expression on her face after you and Lily first announced your relationship, her teary eyes whenever she saw you kissing Lily in hallways or in meals?" Sirius said, his heart clenching once again to remember the hurtful expressions of the girl he loved so much.

"You were so oblivious, weren't you?"

__________

You were waiting for Sirius to come back so you could finish the story you were telling him. It had been a few minutes since he was gone with James.

So curiosity got the best of you and you decided to go and look out for him. You stood up from where you were sitting and exited the Great Hall in hopes of finding Sirius and James.

You reached an empty corridor and were walking past it when you heard muffled voices of fighting. Gulping, you reached for the door of the class, from which the noises were coming. The door opened slightly and you peaked in to see two familiar faces, standing in front of each other.

Both looked visibly tired and frustrated. Sirius and James fighting wasn't a normal thing.

You tried hearing what the fight was about, peaking inside.

"You should stay away from her," James snarled and Sirius's eyes widened.

"Oh...well I hate to break it to you but I can't," Sirius said, in a mocking tone.

"Why can't you," James's brows furrowed at Sirius's reaction. He opened his mouth to say something but abruptly stopped.

"Because... she needs someone. She needs someone to calm her down when she looks at you and Lily looking so smitten with each other. She needs someone to help her drift her mind from you. She needs...me, and I need her," Sirius whispered the last part, but it was quite audible in the empty class room.

"You're joking. I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU I HAVE FEELINGS FOR Y/N AND YOU/RE TELLING ME 'SHE NEEDS ME AND I NEED HER'? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH HER, SIRIUS? THROW HER AWAY ONCE YOU'RE DONE FUCKING HER?" James shouted the last part.

"I LOVE HER FOR FUCK'S SAKE"

Silence.

No one spoke a thing. Not you, not James, nor Sirius.

"You...what?" James whispered, voice slightly shaky from just hearing the big confession.

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. He didn't mean to blurt it out. He had meant to confess it to Y/N soon. Maybe while they were stargazing.

"I love her, James. I have loved her since fourth year. It had hut me to see her so in love with you but I kept it hidden, so that she could be happy. I finally found a way to spend time with her and every moment spent has been the happiest of my life. I really lover her, mate," Sirius admitted, looking at the ground.

An audible gasp left your lips as soon as Sirius's speech finished. Both of their heads whipped towards your direction to see Y/N standing at the entrance of the class room covering her mouth with her hand.

"Y/N-" Sirius was cut off by James walking up to Y/N and pulling her into a tight hug, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck.

Anger bubbled inside of Sirius watching the scene, but he kept it to himself, emitting a loud sigh.

"Can you give us a moment, James?" Y/N asked, pulling away from the hazel eyed boy, whose face turned into a frown, looking between the girl he fancied and his best mate, but nodding reluctantly and leaving the class room.

"Is it true, Sirius?" you whispered to him and he nodded, looking up to meet your eyes staring right at his.

"It's been true for three years Y/N", he said with a sad chuckle, looking everywhere but at her.

"How do I know you won't throw me out like your hookups?" you questioned to which his eyes finally met yours, but his eyes now held an emotion.

Pain.

It hurt him to think that you thought he would leave you once he got you. He would never. He would hold you forever, cherish you forever, never let you go.

"I know you have no reason to believe me, but just listen to me, then decide what you want", he said and took a deep breath. He looked at you for approval, to which you nodded, folding your arms to your chest.

"I've been in love with you. It's been a while, but I kept it hidden because you were undoubtedly so in love with James. I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at James. I wanted you to spend time with me just like you did with him. After he started dating Lily, and you became so broken, it hurt me. It hurt me to look at you crying yourself to sleep, it hurt me to look at your eyes look so empty, so emotionless".

"Our late-night hangouts became an excuse for me to spend time with you. It was the only part of the day when you looked so happy, and it was because of me. You have no idea, Y/N, how much happiness it brought me to look at you smiling at my jokes, listening to me rant about my family".

"You never judged me, you just listened, and comforted. Your hugs, your kisses, I want to feel it everyday. I want to call you mine and hold you forever and-", he was shut up by you smashing your lips onto his.

At first, he was too shocked to reply, but when he finally understood what you were doing, he melted into the kiss. He kissed you back with passion, tongues colliding. This kiss held unspoken words and feelings.

Sirius felt Y/N smirk into the kiss, to which he did too. They broke apart, eyes opening to look at each other. Strong gazes which held a glint in them. A glint of love.

"I love you, Y/N" Sirius said.

"I may be in love with you too, Sirius," Y/N said, smiling a warm smile at him, which he reciprocated.

Y/N had admired him from the start, how he survived his vile parents, his family drama while staying the prankster he was. Guess all she needed was a push and bam!

All they did for few minutes was look at each other and smile. Neither of them believing what happened, until Y/N broke the silence.

"Let's go back," she said. Sirius nodded and grabbed her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers.

That's how they walked out of the class, hands entwined and big smiles on both of their faces. Right now, they were in their own happy world and nothing could get them out of it.

Their abyss of happiness.

#marauders era #james potter x reader #marauders x reader smut #hp text post #james potter x you #marauders x reader #send me asks #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #marauders #marauders smut

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yeyinde · 2 years ago

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Each time you write something, I'm always so stunned by the sheer depths of what you're able to make me feel. This is so perfect to Carmy's character in every sense of the word.

Your prose is absolutely beautiful, and the way you capture his essence is unparalleled. I'm in awe. This is my favourite Carmy fic of all time—even outside of x Reader.

He was by no means unattractive. Looked a lot like a coked-up Gene Wilder, if you were being honest. Clad in a tight, albeit wrinkled white t-shirt and a pair of vintage jeans. Redline Selvedge. You concede to the fact that he somehow managed to pull off the ‘I got ready in under two minutes’ look quite well. Messy. Understated. Kind of hot. It was his hair that really brought it all together, sandy locks that stuck out in different directions like he’d run his hand through them over and over.

Absolutely spot on!!!!!! A COKED UP GENE WILDER. YES!!!! This also made me scream because I can see Carmy so perfectly in this moment. Everything is absolutely wondering, and I'm already so so so obsessed!!

Every time he lifted his arm to take a drag of his cigarette, you distinctly noticed the way his bicep bulged under his sleeve.

YUM. OMG. SAME, GIRL. SAME 😳

You finally took proper notice of his eyes. Blue. Crystalline. Ocean strong waves of azure in the warmth of sun-lit currents. They were strangely emotive, despite his face remaining fairly impassive. Despondency echoed through them quietly. They were a far cry from what you saw online.

This is literal poetry. It paints such a stunning picture of everything that encapsulates who Carmy is. Everything. You weave all these gorgeous, gorgeous words together and create this potent description. I'm in awe. I genuinely love this.

You still admired them when you were scrolling through Tinder and came upon his profile. He had one photo - he wore a white coat in it, the ones that the guys on MasterChef wear. Like it was a professional headshot. He stood, leaning against a metal worktable with his arms crossed. Hair slicked back, with a ruminative look on his face. But his eyes—

AGAIN. SO CARMY AHHHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY!

They were hollow. A sepulchral for all sentiments buried deep within.

BEAUTIFUL, OK??????? This fucked me so hard omggg.

That’s all it said. His name, age, and profession. Like it was a fucking resume. You scoffed at the bare effort he put in. As if a picture and a brief description of his occupation were enough to lure the ladies in. Just as you were going to move on to the next man in a series of disappointments, you accidentally swiped right and matched with him.

Tragic.

“Uh, yeah.” He flicked off his half-smoked cigarette to the side and wiped his hands down his jeans before offering you one for a shake. It feels rough but warm. Calloused. A worker’s hands. Hands that could tell chronicle a novel’s worth of stories, you’re sure. You can feel bits of raised skin across his palm, around his fingers. Little scars littered all over. You want to examine them all.

All of these had me screaming aloud.

PLEASE teach me your ways!!! How have you managed to capture every single detail of who Carmy is?? You bottled up his essence and threw it all over this.

You let go immediately, your palm still tingling from the feeling of his. The air kisses your skin, it’s light, empty, remiss of the character you found in his touch.

Oh, the imagery of this is absolutely beautiful! I love the idea of MC's longing already starting with these little moments.

The two of you stammer over each other in constant apology before you finally put it to a halt with an uncomfortable laugh.

So, so, so tragically relatable.

“Since when do you have—“ Lucia scoffs, incredulous.

I LOVE HER. I will die for Lucia. She is the woman in my life that I so desperately need. I also love how warm and motherly she is to Carmy. We don't know much about his home life, but through the little moments in the show, we can infer that it was pretty hectic. Not very good. And maybe I'm just being super mushy and whatever. But I love that he brought her here, where they know him, instead of somewhere in the middle.

Oh.

Oh, and also OUCH.

“The wild boar was dry-aged for 21 days. The celeriac was in the form of a yolk. The hazelnut oil was compressed in-house. The peels were used to smoke the lingonberry gelée.” He says with a challenging raise of a brow.

Carmy. I had to go back and run through the episodes because I heard his voice so clearly in my head, that I was sure this was from an EP I missed, but NOPE! Just your god tier ability to capture who Carmy is!

You don’t. All you know is how to say the right thing at the right moment. A skill cultivated out of your sheer dread of not being what others need. You have no experiences to share, you’ve done nothing but fail. School. Jobs. Relationships. You’re a fuck-up. So you’ve resigned yourself to the next best thing you can be — you can be something for someone else, if not yourself.

Ouchhhhhh MC is me. I am MC. This is also so perfect as it really encapsulates the headspace MC is in. I love this!

“My family’s not come to see me. I’ve — uh been too busy.” “Neither has mine.” But you have all the time in the world. You don’t say that, though.

Litro soulmates. Okay? Soulmates.

The text never came.

UGH. JUST FUCK ME UP WHY DON'T YOU??? JUST HURT ME, OKAY?

New Person, Same Old Mistakes

After multiple rewatches of The Bear over the last month, I've been sucked back in and couldn't think of anything else but Carmen Berzatto.

Here's part one of four of a little something about our favourite depressed chef's years in NYC.

Part II

He looks like he doesn’t really want to be here. At this date. If you could even call it that.

A drink tomorrow night. How does that sound?

I can’t meet up at nights. Work.

Oh.

I can meet you in the morning.

For breakfast?

Why not?

Why the fuck not?

A non-date you hauled ass all the way from Brooklyn at the crack of dawn.

An over-exaggeration, but it’s one you feel entitled to. You’ve taken a 46-minute train ride for breakfast with a man who looks like he just crawled out of bed. Which is a miracle since he looks as though he’s been up for days. It’s not just the exhaustion that rolls off him, there’s something else you can’t quite find the word for. You wanted to turn back the moment you saw him standing outside the bodega.

But for some reason, you kept walking. Equal parts curiosity and obligation. You made it this far, might as well see it through.

Also—

Your hand twinged at the thought.

Every time he lifted his arm to take a drag of his cigarette, you distinctly noticed the way his bicep bulged under his sleeve.

Christ, that’s…something.

He noticed you walk over and offered you a sort of smile with the raise of a brow, and fuck if it wasn’t endearing.

They were hollow. A sepulchral for all sentiments buried deep within.

His bio read:

Carmen, 24

Chicagoan. CDC at Eleven Madison Park.

Hours of scrolling and a bottle of Pinot later, it seemed like he was your best and only option. So you messaged him. He was good-looking enough if only a tad underwhelming in what he put forth. What was the harm in trying him out?

What indeed?

Seeing him in the harsh light of day, he looked entirely different from the put together guy you saw on his profile. Still good looking, just—

Tragic.

That was the word you were looking for.

“Carmen?”

You turn your wrist underneath to see a tattoo on the back of his, a knife piercing the hand.

Christ.

A few seconds pass as you examine the rest of his tattoos. He has a pair of cherubs holding up a Sun on his upper arm, and a snail with the words ‘Live Fast’ underneath.

Your gaze drifts over to his other arm—

You’re interrupted by an awkward clearing of his throat and you realize you’ve been holding on to him, shaking his hand for the better part of a minute. You let go immediately, your palm still tingling from the feeling of his. The air kisses your skin, it’s light, empty, remiss of the character you found in his touch.

“Sorry, I was just—“ Your eyes meet his once again and you’re lost.

“It’s cool.” He mutters. “I, uh—“

“So what’s the — Sorry, you—“

“No you go—“

“I—“

“Sorry, I don’t—“

The two of you stammer over each other in constant apology before you finally put it to a halt with an uncomfortable laugh.

“I was just asking what the plan was.” You look around the block, nothing but the bodega seems to be open this early. “Where are we going to eat?”

“Right…here?” He looks at you with mild hesitance, pointing towards the bodega.

“We’re eating breakfast here?” He has to be joking in an oddly genuine way because he looks like he-

Oh God. It’s not a joke.

You woke up at 7 am, got onto the subway, and switched three trains for a fucking BEC.

He looks at you in deepening discomfort, a little sheepish, only just realizing that this may not be the ideal date most women have in mind. His eyes brimmed with repentance.

Those eyes.

“It’s, uh- it’s fine!” You say with an overstated tone of cheerfulness. “I’m starving, anyway.”

“Right.” He looks unconvinced but opens the door for you, nonetheless.

“‘Uarda, Carmy!” A woman, probably in her late 60s, seated behind the counter broke into a smile as the two of you entered. “The fuck ya been, huh?”

“Work, Lucia.” His tone conveys ire, but his face betrays him.

He looks at the woman with softened fondness as she fusses over him. She’s loud and over-exaggerated in her mannerisms, hands animatedly gesticulating every word. All the while, Carmen — Carmy, stands there indulging her every word with the occasional apologetic glance spared your way.

It’s a charming sight, watching the two of them talk. Lucia is loud and mothering and Carmen is reserved.

“Didn’cha mother teach ya any manners, boy? Who’s the darlin’ behind ya?” She finally ends her tirade of ‘the fuck you been?’, ‘never show ya face ‘round no more’, ‘eat a lil’ somethin’ f’fuck’s sake’ and notices you. “Don’t mind him, sweetheart. The fuck’s been mezzamort ever since he moved here.”

“I’m, uh—.” His date? To a fucking bodega?

“She’s a friend.” Carmen interjects quickly.

“Since when do you have—“ Lucia scoffs, incredulous.

“A friend who’d love some breakfast, actually.” You cut in, wanting to spare him the end of that sentence.

He wouldn’t have friends, would he? Doesn’t seem like the kind to.

Maybe you could—

“Should’a said — yo Gino! Get two BECs going on a — ya’ll have it on a bagel or a roll, doll?” She snaps into action immediately.

“Uh, a bagel. Thank y—“

“Hear that? A bagel for her, roll for Carmy.” She yells across the other end of the small bodega to the teenage boy sitting over two milk crates, scrolling on his phone. “Get off ya fuckin’ ass, Gino! Gotta feed these kids.”

The boy gets up with an exaggerated eye roll and strolls over to the flattop to get your breakfast started. “SPK?” He questions in a monotone over his shoulder.

“‘Course she’ll have it, ya moron.” Lucia answers for you.

“She’s a bit much.” Carmen is back at your side whispering in a low voice, apologetic. “But she means well.”

“No, she’s great.”

The two of you stand in silence, watching your sandwiches being made. With Lucia now occupied, it’s awkward once again. You’re not usually at a loss for words, but Carmen isn’t a man who oozes approachability. Not that you’ve known him longer than a few minutes. Maybe, eventually—

Maybe, you could—

“Coffee?” He asks, walking to the self-serve station behind you.

“Hmm?” You shake your head, snapping back to reality. “Oh. Yeah, sure. Cream and two sugars, please.”

What is it about him that makes think of any kind of eventuality? You’ve only just met. It’s been awkward and stilted, and he looks like a mess. The only things know about him are summed up in a one-line bio. Maybe it’s your desperation. Your sheer need to be coupled up regardless of the clear red flags you see.

Maybe it’s his eyes. Maybe it’s the sense you get from him, this veiled potential. Maybe you’re just a fool looking to fix a man you don’t even know.

You’re both back out on the sidewalk, coffee in hand, sandwiches packed in a little bag that hangs off his wrist. “Are we—“ You’re unsure of how to phrase your question without sounding like an idiot, but there’s no way around it. “Are we eating on the sidewalk?”

That earns you a disbelieving laugh and a smile you’ll remember. Only because it just seems so out of place. His lips curl up just the slightest in a barely there, you’ll miss it if you don’t really look kind of way. It’s all in his eyes. They lighten. The pensive wistfulness that floats in those pools of glacial blue volatilizes. What takes place in its stead is just a hint of ease and good-natured humour. It makes him look his age, just for that brief moment.

“The park? Yeah? Thought it’d be a good spot.” It’s jarring just how his consternation inches back in as quickly as it had disappeared.

“The park’s great, Carmy.” You say it, his nickname, without thinking. Your tone is soft with the intention to mollify.

He looks at you in surprise and you’re worried you got too familiar too quickly. But then it comes back — that ease. His brows dip slightly, and that faint wisp of a smile returns. The fact that you were able to bring it forth fills you with this warmth. It imbibes itself in your bones, coursing through your body, settling around your heart. It beats faster.

Faster still, as you watch him run his fingers through his hair, once, twice, thrice. You’re enthralled.

If you could just reach out and—

“Let’s go?” He takes a step forward and turns to look back at you when you don’t move. Your gaze falls down to his hand, the one he ran through his hair with. More tattoos. A flower on the back and the letters ‘S O U’ on his fingers. Your own fingers itch to intertwine themselves with his. Feel the warmth of his palm, pass by the ridges of his scars like they’re milestones on a road not taken. At any rate, isn’t that what people do, when they go for a walk on a date? Hold hands?

Jesus Christ, listen to you. One look underneath his lugubrious nature, and you’re fucking smitten.

“Sorry—“ You blink twice, pushing out from behind your thoughts. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You walk side by side, hands apart.

It’s a short walk, just a couple blocks. You enter the park through the side gate and pick the first empty bench you find and take a seat. You unwrap your breakfast in silence, setting your sandwiches down on paper napkins between you.

It’s still not what you’d have had in mind for a first date and yet, you’re content. It’s a warm morning for an early spring day in New York. Lightness flickers through your hair with the Eastertide breeze — it carries with it the scent of blossoming ephemerals, the hyacinths, and magnolias that grow at your feet. It’s a cool zephyr enveloped in the warmth of the sun, almost quixotic for a morning spent in the park. The best of both worlds, really. Refreshing the air in your lungs with each breath, just as springtime offers the start of something anew. Yet, the apricity that lingers under the sunlight shining from the east brings about this effortless comfort out there in the open.

It’s all so ideal, it pushes you to be brave.

“Can I ask you something?” You turn sideways, now sitting cross-legged on the bench.

“Yeah, sure.” Carmy follows suit, facing toward you, feet still planted on the ground.

“You don’t go on many dates, do you?” You blurt the words out in a straightforward tone, it might as well have been a statement and not an inquiry.

“That obvious?” He traces this bottom lip with his fingers in nervousness.

“Well—“ You shrug, noncommittal, with a sly smile.

“Yeah. I don’t date. I don’t really have the time.” He sounds almost defeated like he’s settled into what his circumstances are.

You don’t like it.

“So what made you come out with me?” You press on and hope his answer isn’t as resigned as he looks.

“I—“ He looks away from you, lips curling into a frown and you can see his mind churning behind his eyes for an acceptable response.

Oh.

You’re not special. He didn’t make time. His interest in you was just as much of happenstance as you accidentally swiping right on him.

“It’s alright, I kinda put you on the spot with that question.” You try not to sound too sullen. It’s silly. In a span of a few minutes, you’ve gone from apprehension to being so taken with him all because—

His eyes flash back to yours and he looks so fucking apologetic, it hurts.

You’re desperate to change the subject. “Tell me about your work. You’re a chef at Eleven Madison, right?”

“Yeah.” One word. That’s all he offers.

“It’s like the best restaurant in the country. That must be…cool.”

It breaks through the ambiguity caused by your previous question and you’re relieved.

“Yeah. It's…cool.” His jaw tightens just by a fraction and you wonder why. But that’s a thread best left alone.

“I know fuck all about food, forget all that fancy stuff you probably make—” Flattery is the safest bet for you at this point. So you decide to play to his ego a touch. “—So you’ll have to help me out here.”

“What do you want to know?”

“I’ll start simple. What’s your favourite thing to cook?”

That makes him pause. “At work?”

“Yeah. At work. What’s your favourite thing to make?” You offer him an encouraging smile.

“I—“ Why is this so hard for him? He fidgets with the lid of his coffee cup.

“Can’t be that hard to think of something, Carmy.”

“It’s not, I just — I’m CDC now. Spend more time on the pass than anything so—“

“What does that mean?”

“CDC. Chef de Cuisine. Kinda like-“

“Okay so you’re the head bitch in charge?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He scoffs. “So I’m at the pass — the part of the line where all chits are called out the plated dishes are put up.”

“So you don’t cook much anymore?”

“I used to before—“

“Okay, so before, what was the thing you loved to make?”

He actually seems to give it some thought. You watch him silently mull over, as you take a bite of your sandwich.

“Wild boar with celeriac, lingonberry, and hazelnuts.” He finally answers, definitively.

“That sounds…simple.”

Oh, he’s showing off.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim in utter disbelief. “A yolk?”

“Yeah, I spherified the purée with sodium alginate in a calcium gluconate bath.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing.

“I failed 8th-grade chemistry, so you really fucked me up just now.”

He snorts at that. “Didn’t do so hot in school, either. But when it comes to food I—“

“Finding your passion in something just makes shit you thought was hard a whole lot easier, doesn’t it?” If only the same held true for you. All you had to account for was a series of failed starts, an apartment you could barely afford in a city where you knew no one, and a directionless future ahead.

“What’s yours?” He asks, his eyes bore into you and you shy away from their intensity.

You walked right into that.

“I…don’t know yet.” You frown self-consciously.

“Kinda seems like you do.”

“I—“ You keep your eyes downcast, not wanting to give yourself away. “I really don’t.”

“Heard.” You glance back up at him and are only met with recognition. It eases the tightness in your chest.

“What’s that?”

“It’s what you say in the kitchen when you acknowledge what you’re being told.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I’m stealing that.”

“You’d have to follow it up with ‘Chef’ for it to really stick, though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Heard, Chef.”

“That’s perfect.” It’s back, that smile. A mere tendril of one at his lips, but it bleeds from his eyes.

Fuck, it feels good.

Maybe, eventually.

Maybe, you could—

You finish your breakfast in idle chatter. You ask him about the rest of his tattoos.

“It kinda looks like an ‘E 22’ from one angle and ‘733’ from another.” Your fingers trace the ink decorating his arm.

“Yeah. 733 is the area code for Chicago and E22 is a dishwasher code for when the filter’s blocked.” You feel the muscles rippling under flex under your touch.

“I kinda want a tattoo.” You don’t draw your hand away.

“What would you get?” He doesn’t seem to mind.

“How many other dishwasher codes are there? Do I have some to pick from or just the one?”

He tells you more about things he likes to cook. You meet him in the middle with your one-pan pasta recipe and slowly watch the horror creep into his face.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Carmy.”

“Worked with food long enough to know what doesn’t work. And pasta cooked in canned tomatoes and half and half doesn’t work.”

He tells you some things about his life in Chicago. He mentions his siblings but the look on his face tells you it’s not a topic you ought to probe at. It’s repentant in some parts and reminiscent in others. But there’s also this resonant anger beneath it. You see the tick in his jaw, the way his fingers tap against the lid of his cup a bit faster, and the way he adjusts his position to sit a bit straighter. All to distract from the hurt. You recognize it because it’s something you do yourself.

“My family’s not come to see me. I’ve — uh been too busy.”

“Neither has mine.” But you have all the time in the world. You don’t say that, though.

You try and lighten the mood by telling him about your life as a gig worker. Ever since you moved to the city, you’ve barely managed to hold down a job for longer than 6 months at the time. So you wised up and made sure to have back-ups. Whenever you’ve brought that up on dates, you’ve only been met with thinly veiled judgment. But Carmy-

“It’s kinda like working in the kitchen. No two days are the same. Keeps shit interesting.”

That’s a good way to look at it, you decide.

In under the span of a couple hours, you leave his company feeling better. The breakfast was pretty decent. Carmy assured you it’s the best of what you’d find in the neighbourhood.

“I don’t fuck with brunch.” He’d said. You’d laughed, but he was serious. “It’s a hell shift, and I can’t eat without picturing how fucked they are back of house.”

You part ways with a hug and a promise of a text from him for whenever he’s free next.

“I’m going back to Chicago for a couple days in a few weeks. But when I’m back—“

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d like to see you again.”

The weeks passed, and you waited.

The text never came.

#i am so in love with these two #so so so so so in love #Carmy x Reader #fic rec

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so like... spencer x reader sex tape omg 🥰🥰🙈 but you’re literally the reason i got tumblr you’re so talented 🥺🥺🥺

first of all! ahhhhh!!!! that’s crazy, thank you so much!!!!

second of all, im combining it with this request:

“making a sex tape with Spencer so when he is on a case, he can be reminded of what is waiting for him when he gets home”

Visuals here and here

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He’s away so often, and honestly, after a point pictures just didn’t cut it anymore. They couldn’t always talk on the phone because he’d usually get in late, or he’d be in a whole other time zone.

He tried watching porn but it just wasn’t the same, how could it ever live up when it was just some girl. When it wasn’t you?

So he came home after one particularly long case with an idea. Well, with a camera, a tripod, and an idea.

“Getting into photography are we?” you joke, eyeing him up as he comes through the door.

“Maybe I am” his tone is excited and eager.

“So what’s your subject, oh god you’re not about to get really into birds or something are you?” you cross your arms, watching him as he lays his new purchases down on his desk, opening up the boxes with the enthusiasm of a kid at Christmas.

“Nope” he says, giddy, “my subject is you, well, us?”

You pick it up almost immidately, you’d gotten enough hopeful dirty texts from him late at night over the past couple of weeks that you were almost waiting for this to happen.

“You wanna film us?” you ask and he nods,

“I wanna film us having sex?” he clarifies

“Well I pieced that much together genius!” you joke walking towards him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was so eager to show you his new toys he’d barely even said hello.

“Can we do it now?” asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation. His eyes are so wide and soft that you just can’t say no. You were planning on jumping him the second he got through the door anyway, what was the harm in pointing a camera at the bed. So you nod and a huge smile breaks out on his face.

“Let me get changed, I may as well be in something sexy don’t you think?”

His eyes bulge out as you speak, as you turn to walk towards the bedroom he calls out after you.

“The red one! I mean— could you? Put on that red set I like? Please?” he tries to look a little less eager as if he hadn’t given himself away already.

“You got it baby” you call back, rooting the underwear out from your drawer. You head into the bathroom to get changed, leaving him to set up.

When Spencer finally joins you in the bedroom, camera situated on its tripod, pointed right at the bed, he’s already undressed. Laying on the bed in nothing but his briefs, his hair already messy, no doubt from how fast he pulled off his sweater.

His jaw drops when he sees you, as though you’ve never worn this exact set in front of him before.

“Fuck baby” he looks you up and down, taking you all in. “Come here” he commands and you walk towards the bed.

“Is that recording already?” You point to the camera and he nods.

You make a production of it once you’re sure you’re within the frame. Climbing onto the bed on all fours, pushing your ass out and up just a little, accentuating the curve of your back for the camera, for future Spencer.

You crawl towards him, tossing a leg either side of him so that you can straddle his lap, leaning in close to place a sloppy kiss on his lips before trailing your mouth down along his neck, his collarbones, his chest. Sliding down his body until you were nestled between his legs, gently teasing him over his boxers with your lips.

“Already so hard for me?” You ask, looking up at him, he always thought you looked so beautiful from this angle.

“Uh huh, thought about you non stop” he moans out,

“And what did you think about?” You tease him, your fingers coming up to graze the little wet patch on his briefs. You pull down the elastic, pulling his already hard cock out with your hand, gently squeezing it.

“Did you think about this?” you ask, pumping it up and down gently, looking up at him again and he’s nodding, “or maybe” you pull a face like you’re thinking before you bring your lips down, so tantalizingly close to the top of his cock, “was it this you thought about?”

Before he can answer you’re sinking down on him, your lips sealed around him as you push down. Taking his cock in as far as it’ll go, just until it hits the back of your throat and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

He starts to moan, soft and quiet, almost whimpers. So you pull off, looking up at him with a mock disappointment.

“You’re gonna have to moan louder than that if you want the camera to hear you baby” you scold him before you’re back on him, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and then taking it right into the back of your throat again.

This time he’s moaning properly, letting loose, his hands come down to fist in your hair. They’re pulling slightly until they’re yanking you off. The jolt of pain heads straight to your core.

“What’s wrong baby?” you ask with a fake innocence.

“That’s not where I wanna finish” he gasps out, breathing already haggard, but there’s a commanding tone to his words, or maybe just a look on his face that tells you he’s the one in charge now.

“Lay down on your stomach” it’s an order, not a question, so you lay down. You take a moment to figure out your angle and decide to lay down facing the camera. Spencer loved the way you felt when he fucked you from behind. The way he could just get so deep that you’d almost always end up crying. The only downside was the fact that he also loved the faces you made when he was inside you. This time he didn’t have to compromise.

When you lay down you prop your knees up, presenting your ass to him, wiggling your hips slightly as you push them up in the air. Resting your head on your folded arms as you look into the lens.

“That’s a good girl” he says, and you let out a small moan at the praise.

“Same rules apply princess, you gotta keep it nice and loud for me” his hand comes down in a harsh smack against your ass as he speaks. It’s unexpected and you let out a small gasp at the shock.

“Fuck” you whine, “I will Spencer! I’m a good girl!”

With that you feel his fingers tease at your panties, pressing up against the saturated lace between your legs.

“Desperate are we?” He teases, “you’re fucking soaked” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down until he has to yank them roughly off at your knees.

“You’re dripping wet for me” he groans, his hands coming to rest on either side of your hips. You knew what was next so you braced yourself, taking in a deep breath.

He lines himself up behind you before he’s pushing in, giving you no time to adjust. Just thrusting so deep inside you on the first go that you were almost screaming.

“Ah! Fuck! Spencer!” you moan, your hands flying out immidately to grab at the sheets.

“Your little pussy’s so fucking tight” he groans, his hands digging into your hips so firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted to while the rest of your body all but melted into the bed.

He starts to move right away, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting in and out of you so impossibly deep each time.

“Feels so—fuck ah! Spencer! Your cock feels so good” your whimpering, a few stray tears already escaping down your cheeks.

Your instinct is to bury your face in the bedsheets, but that would only muffle your cries.

Spencer’s not holding back either, his harsh pants are only interrupted by a string of expletives, growls and moans as he fucks in and out of you roughly. The wet sounds of his cock working in and out of your cunt, the skin of his hips at is meets your ass all coupled with his perfect little moans is sending you so completely over the edge now.

“Fuck Spencer I’m— I can’t—” you’re whimpering, desperate and pathetic in his grip.

“What’s the problem, can’t take it princess? Thought you were a good girl?” He’s teasing you as you squirm and moan around him, so painfully close.

He takes one hand hand off your hip before roughly bringing it down with in a hard slap against your ass. The pain just amplifies the pleasure and you’re desperate now.

A second later you’re cumming around him as he works in and out of you. Your knees would go out from under you if he wasn’t holding you so tight, continuing to fuck in and out of you until he was spilling inside you himself.

Collapsing gently against your back for a moment he gathers himself just enough to pull out of you slow and steady before you’re both collapsing on the matress, completely spent.

“Do you think that’ll keep you satiated for a while?” you ask with a chuckle, your breathing ragged, chest heaving. And he looks no better when you glance over to him.

“Not even close”

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