#thank you so much to whoever sent this it totally made my day & you are a precious beautiful sunflower who deserve all the good in this wor

[neonovember]

Oh my GOD oh my for okay though that new fic you wrote with Carmy? 12/10 chefs kiss mwah mwah MWAH!! 💕💕💕 That part with Carmy going ballistic and beating the shit out of that asshole customer I LOVED it!! Now it’s got me thinking of Carmen going absolutely feral, just insane if he’s in the kitchen cooking and calling orders, while you’re out front taking orders from customers. He and the rest of the kitchen just go silent and stop in their tracks when they hear a guy just screaming at the top of his lungs at you, using the absolute most vile words against you and Carmen just sees red, especially if whoever it is ups and yells something along the lines of “You stupid fucking whore-“ and Carmen’s just a blur as he POUNCES on this guy. (Richie’s either cheering him on or trying with all his strength to claw Carmen off before he straight up kills the guy)

Office Doors

Oooh you guys are spoiling me rotten with these requests…I love a good feral fic every once in a while and this one was..well you'll know what i'm talking about once you've read it ;) I haven't written Carmen in a day and I miss him already, school has been up my ass so if you have sent me a request, don't worry it's being written, and re-written and-. Thank you anon for getting my gears going and your lovely messages 🥰🥺 ur support means the world

warnings: swearing, objectification and misogyny, angst, oral (f recieving), smut, thigh riding (?), porn with plot, feral!carmen

carmen berzatto x reader!

(This is totally and completely canon btw)

You stretch your body across the diner tables, dipping a dirty cloth into lukewarm soapy water before rinsing it out. The lunch rush had just slowed to a even pace, the sound of Carmen yelling out dishes from his line finally quieting down.

You have just a little time to spare, and you spent that time quickly wiping down the Beef’s tables that had begun to accumulate a few too many stains and unfinished crumbs of bread.

You had grown up in a home that was always messy, all the time. And no matter how much times you had asked, and no matter how much times you had just done the chores themselves, the clutter of dirty dishes and old wet clothes in the laundry had permanently been embedded into your family home.

It’s partially why you had loved the sterile laboratory of you culinary kitchens. Clutter caused your skin to itch with anxiety, it made you feel dirty, and with the way you scrub the diner tables a little too hard you wonder if it's another one of the many joy’s your family had given you.

And whilst the Beef was so different from your environment back in culinary school, it wasn’t necessarily worse. In fact, you had grown to fall in love with the quirks of the kitchen, the ‘fuck you carmen’ napkin holder, the too small walkway, the framed pictures of beloved regulars and the staff’s families. Most of all, however, was the family you had built here, the kind you couldn't find working under a domineering CDC.

The kind that had always been waiting for you, been planted deep into the earth like roots.

Besides, you and Carmen had bonded together during the late nights after most of the family had gone home. Were you both were left, scrubbing the floor together in a rhythmic silence that seemed to be more therapeutic than work.

You’ve nearly finished wiping down the last of the stools perched against the counter top of the front when a loud guffawing causes you to break your trance-like state.

Jovial yelling breaks into the rarely quiet restaurant as the door swings open, and a stream of rowdy men dressed in pullovers and fleece jackets, with scarves and basketball hats of distinct sport team colours wrapped around their necks.

One man is fully decked out, sporting the jersey and beanie of what seemed to be a hockey team. The boom of his voice indicates he was the loudest too, unaware of the grumble of patrons around the restaurant that had grown annoyed at the man's violent rambling.

You breath out a sigh, finishing off wiping down the bar stools and putting the bucket of dirty water under the front counter. Before ironing out any creases in your apron and preparing yourself for the absolute headache this would cause.

They were a familiar bunch, usually coming in after games late after the dinner rush. It seemed there was a game during the early morning, as they grumble about not having anything to eat the entire day.

Their loud and annoying and swear too much and Carmen hates the way one of them looks at you but they order a shit ton of food and fuck if the bear needs money, what can you say.

Your eyes glance at a cup of coffee Richie had accidently left under the register, and you suddenly crave your afternoon pick me up well after the afternoon. The men begin walking up to the register, ignoring your polite greeting and going straight into listing off items from the menu as if you were a machine. You nod along all the words they were saying, and soon enough you give up on writing it down as they’ve practically ordered the entire menu safe for a few appetiser's. 

“Make it quick, yeah? We’re bloody starving '' One of the men calls out from his seated position in one of the booths and you give them a tight lipped smile, resisting the urge to throw that coffee mug at him. 

Carmen peeks his head from the entryway leading to the kitchen, his unruly ashy blonde curls falling to the sides as he shares a look with you,  as if to say ‘you alright? And you nod in that unspoken way the two of you have and tell him that you can handle it. Working in a kitchen didn't have to teach you how to deal with assholes, you had your family to thank for that one again.

You hear the familiar sound of Carmen shouting out orders, and the sizzle of pans and boiling pots increase in order to push out the lengthy order before more foot traffic would pour in. 

You’re trying to fix the register when it happens, something gets caught in the old janky machine, causing the cash drawer to get stuck as you have to hit its sides at a certain angle to get it to open up again. Years and Carmen refuses to get it fixed, or buy a new one all together, resorting to having it taped up and banged every couple hours to get it working again.

You almost don’t see him, until he is leaning against the counter, into the space between the cash register and you, a greasy smile pulling at his features and he watches you. You bite back a grimace at the way his eyes trail down your apron, fixated on the dip of skin that peeks from the top of your shirt.

“Something you need Sir?” You ask politely, taking a tentative step back, your hand gripping the edge of the counter.

The man smiles strangely at your comment, cocking his head to the side before replying suggestively

“I definitely want something”

You cough, biting back your knee-jerk response to hurl at him, you can feel the burn of embarrassment against your cheeks and you swallow as you try to reply with a steady response.

“You’re food will be out in a short-while-” 

“You know, I think I’ve seen you around here, are you new to town?” The man tries to strike up a conversation

“Came here a few years ago and haven’t left since” You reply with a tight smile

“Ah! I know where you're from exactly now” The man replies with a grin that pulls his face upwards, it's eerie, his smile, like he knows something he shouldn't.

“There’s this porn star online, looks exactly like you, it’s kind of insane” The man replies with a smile that deepens as you stammer

You feel humiliated as you stare back at him, you don’t know what to say, and his eyes continue trailing down your body in a way that makes you feel disgustingly objectified. He’s reduced you to an object for him to gawk at, and you see the way the men behind him jeer and laugh that this is all a play to intimidate you.

You want to run straight home and scrub yourself clean, wash away the feeling of his imprinted gaze down the drain.

“You think we can recreate one of her videos when you get off work here?” The man replies, a glint in his eyes.

“What? You- you” You stammer and he breaks out into a laugh

“Awh, look at her, fucking shaking. Don’t tell me this is your first time?” The man eggs on to his friends, who have begun laughing and cheering him on.

You grit your teeth, trying to get the words out as you glance towards the kitchen, where was he? He leg twitches in want, wanting to get Carmen, wanting to run from the restaurants, wanting to run from the embarrassment and disgust you felt.

The flashes of Richie and Syd passing by is all you can see, the booming voice of Carmen being too wrapped up in the orders to notice what was happening.

“C'mon, just give me your number” The man presses on, leaning in so that only you can hear “It isn't like I don't know where you work” Before he leans back, muttering a halfhearted kidding under his breath

“You are disgusting” You spit out, trying to sound as confident as you can, and the mans eyebrow twitches, and he cocks his head like he was confused.

“What? I’m doing you a favour here, I'm actually a nice guy you know? Not one of those assholes on the street” The man scoffs, moving closer towards you and you have a feeling the man is waiting for a reason to lunge at you.

“Just, just take your food and your buddies and go alright? There doesn’t have to be a fight or-or” You continue, trying to de-escalate the situation and get him to just leave you the fuck alone.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m doing you a fucking favour and now your kicking me out?” The man begins to get heated, and his friends behind him watch on in silence, you can notice other customers begin to look your way, sensing the rising anger filling the room. You slowly step back, looking for something to shield yourself in case he comes at you.

“What, you think because you work you have some- some what, control? I don't think you know how this works doll, you give me your number, and I dump my load in you because your nothing but a stupid fucking whore” The man bellow, it’s so loud that it echoes through the Beef, that it reaches even the kitchen sinks where Manny is washing up. 

The man’s face grows red as the veins near his neck begin to pop out, he emphasises the last word, spitting it out like that was all you were.

The restaurant goes silent as the man heaves in exertion, the sound of Carmen shooting out orders is mute now, the slice of steel against bamboo stops, and the bear is fucking quite for the first time since it opened. 

Your body is pushed against the wall, near the swinging doors into the Kitchen, and you can see Carmen back to you, he has stopped cutting at his station, and the outline of muscle contracts under his white shirt.

Carmen turns, slowly, he turns to the family, as they all momentarily stop their tasks in shock at what they had just heard. He begins to chuckle a little to himself, as he replies in a quiet voice you and the man can still hear.

“What did he just say?” 

“Did he really say that? Did he really?” Carmen laughs to himself, nodding and gripping his hands into tight fists as the restaurant air gets thin. The man who had been screaming at you looks towards Carmen in confused fear, not knowing why this man was laughing and yet understanding he had completely fucked up.

The rest of the patrons can hear Carmen’s words, eyes widening, as they realise they were about to be collateral to a very one sided beat down. The crew looked at Carmen in silence, they had been used to Carmen's hot-headed temper, his bursts of anger that was more passion than rage. But this? This quiet silence of Carmen’s words, the way his chest heaves as you glances at your frightened position against the wall? They genuinely feared what he would do next, a silent rage like no other begins to envelop the restaurant, the air thin and suffocating as Carmen begins to walk through the kitchen and into the front counter.

“Don’t call an ambulance this time” Carmen mutters to Richie as he passes him by, Carmen’s eyes are fixed on you, trailing down your body before fixating on the shake of your hands. Carmen knows you well, and it’s the clench of your throat, like you're suffocating, like you can’t breath that snaps something in Carmen.

A malevolence Carmen has never felt spills into his gut, the burn of anger spreading against his chest until hes practically shaking with it, he is filled with this heart ache, like his heart is split in two and gushing as he realises his been cutting fucking chives whilst you nearly died. 

And something predatory fills Carmen, like he must prove to himself he can protect you, and in one swift move, like muscle memory etched into his bones, Carmen jumps over the front counter and swings his fist in one clean motion, knocking the man across the room.

The man’s body crumbles as he slams into the hardwood floor of the Beef, the immediate groan of twisted pain and pleads leave the man's mouth and Carmen is just so sick of his goddamn voice. 

It all went quiet then, the noise of Sydney yelling, of his friends, of the man’s heaving wet coughs, the air conditioner, all white noise. Carmen’s hand reaches for his ankle, dragging him back from his crawling escape.

“Oh, no no no, we’re not escaping now are we?” Carmen grunts, his voice lower than it usually is.

Carmen  wraps an arm around his throat, holding him there as he brings down his fist across his face. The wet sound of bones crunching into muscle and skin go on forever, bouncing across the room until the throaty heave of the man is all that is left of him. Carmen cannot stop the swing of his fists, something possesses him and as one of the men in hockey colours tries to grab Carmen arm he throws him back into the stack of barstool's piled near the tables. He is facing his back to you again, and you state, fixated on how his body moves to support him, the contracts and outline of his strong back, his large forearms that break bone with a mere swing.

His face swollen beyond recognition, piss and blood leaking from him, eyes bloodshot and awry. 

Carmen picks him up by his collar, the smudge of blood dripping down and staining his vest, whispering into his ear as the man’s eyes widen in harrowed fear.

“Apologise”

“..Whatnhn?” The man mumbles, the feel of his tongue swelling up and going numb, Carmen presses a hand against the man's bruised stomach, pushing  against the broken bone of his ribs until the Man wails in agony. 

“Apologise to her or I swear to god I’m breaking your fucking legs” 

The man spits out an apology, but you’re not looking at him, staring transfixed at Carmen,  at the way he’s golden curls fall across his eyebrows, at the way his muscles flex against his white shirt, at the way droplets of blood are splattered across the skin of his jaw. Carmen looks towards you, and something dark takes over his cerulean blues, blowing them out.

“Do you accept? Huh honey?”

You nod, letting an exhale out and Carmen tosses the man to a pile on the floor, reaching for your hand and dragging you to the office, you can hear the scatter of shoes as the men drag their friend out of the beef, and the crew looks towards each other in satisfaction, but also in knowing, in knowing they wouldn't dare open those office doors.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

The soft glow of the office is a stark difference to the bright light of the front counter, and you have to blink a couple times for your eyes to adjust, and when you do Carmen’s face is inches from you, leaning you against the office doors, his arm above your head.

“You didn't- didn’t have to” You mumble, your voice caught in your throat for a different reason.

Carmen looks down at you, shaking his head in amusement

“Don’t lie to me, you enjoyed that more than I did” Carmen whispers, leaning down near your ear, pressing his nose against the curve of your neck.

You let out a breathless sigh, and Carmen groans as he smells that familiar  vanilla always hinted on your skin Carmen could smell when you passed by you. Now, now, he can practically taste it right on his tongue.

The truth was, you did enjoy it, despite being non confrontational and cringing every time Richie would show you a fight where the crunch of bone on gravel makes you shudder, you were transfixed by Carmen. 

By the way he broke the man to a heaving mess with just his fuckinf fists, those same arms that are edging closer and closer to you, how would they feel between your thighs? The thought wraps itself tight in your belly, and you have to squeeze your thighs for friction.

No one had done that to you, no one had done that for you, and in a strange way it felt nice to be protected. To be wanted, and it causes a need to start building deep within you. 

Carmen's eyes fall to you, and his eyebrow twitches as a look of guilt washes over his features.

“I should’ve been there, I- fuck, did he do anything? Let me get a look at you” Carmen replies softly, grabbing your wrists to look for any bruises he feared you had.

“I’m fine, just a little, uhm, shaken up you know? Said some pretty horrible things” You reply, scratching at your neck as your mind replays the way he had reduced you to a thing.

Carmen shakes his head, his teeth grinding as he grips his fists, his biceps flexing. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that, deal with people like fucking him, I swear to god if I find him on the street I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what? Finish off the job? There is always going to be guys like him, that isn’t going to change, and it’s something I have to deal with. But what I can’t deal with is if you get yourself thrown into a jail cell because of-of me” You reply, shaking your head and Carmen looks at you like he’s in love.

Gripping a hand to your chin, Carmen raises it so that you catch the burn of his cerulean blues as you can see.

“And That would be an honourable death for me” Carmen mutters, and you can’t take your eyes off him, until you're gripping his blood stain shirt tight against your chest until the suppression groans leaving his mouth are kissed into your neck.

You want him, want to taste him on your tongue, want to feel his weight against it. 

“Fuckin come here” Carmen groans out, reaching to wrap his hand around your jaw as he presses his lips against your own. The muffled of your moans escape your lips and Carmen slips his tongue between them. 

His pillowy soft lips wrap around your own, his nose bumping into your cheek as he wraps an arm around your back, pushing you against the office doors. It’s all teeth and tongue, the clash of teeth and muffled groans leaving the both of you. 

The suppression of both your desires falling between you two until you don’t stop to come up for air. 

It’s addicting the way he kisses you, and you have to grip his shoulder as an anchor as he begins to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there before dipping down to your clavicle. 

You let out a moan as he blows cold air against the dip of your breasts, and Carmen looks down at you, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you shiver, waiting for him to give you what you want.

Carmen rips open your shirt, his eyes trailing across the curve and dip of your breasts, he mutters something under his breath, something like “beautiful” as his finger trailing the lace before unclipping it and tossing it behind him. 

Carmen cups one of your breasts, circling your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, you arch your back to him, and he follows it until he rests and your hip, squeezing the skin there as his eyes roll back at the taste of you.

“Please..” You groan out, your eyes watching the way Carmen pressing soft circles into your skin, he looks up at you in confusion, the hint of a smile curving at his lips.

“Please what?” Carmen replies, sucking bruises beneath your tits, drawing it out on purpose, having too much fun watching you suffer.

“Nmfha” You mumble incoherently when Carmen flicks his tongue around your nipple, whilst squeezing the other in his cold hands.

“I can’t hear you, what do you want?” Carmen replies with a hint of a moan, he’s having trouble himself, bucking his hips up into you as he watches the way you shake from his lips

“Wanna feel you Carm, wanna taste you” You groan out with a moan, Carmen grunts at your response, his eyes growing dark and heavy, and in one swift move, he hoist you up and swipes the coffee mugs and papers left scattered across his desk before placing you on the edge.

You spread your thighs, making room for him and he steps between them. 

“You wanna feel me sweet girl? You want me to take care of you? Please let me take care of you” Carmen pleads, rutting up against you as he tries to suppress the want pressing tight against his jeans.

“Carm” you groan out as Carmen tugs your jeans down leaving you in your lace underwear that Carmen grinds his jaw at, you don’t realise it but Carmen blue apron is discarded somewhere in the room, and as he carries you towards the coach you tug at his white shirt. 

He rips it off him in one move, and you drag your fingers across the deep of defined muscle that flexes under your touch.

Carmen moves your thighs so that you're pushed towards the edge of the couch, and he kneels between you, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, before trailing up your thighs. Carmen had been teasing you before but now there is a frantic eagerness in the way he touches you, like if he doesn’t taste you on his tongue he might combust.

Carmen hooks a finger into your underwear,pulling them down until you were bare for him. Carmen’s eyes glisten as he states at you, naked under him and sweating. God the image imprints in his mind and he wishes he can stay here forever.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and your thighs shake in need, Carmen flicks his eyes up to you, and keeps eye contact, as he licks one long strip across your folds, closing his eyes and he groans at the taste of you. You contort you back at the pleasure the waves through you, eyes rolling back at the pressure of his tongue sucking your clit.

“Fucking- taste so” Carmen mumbles, before dipping his tongue between your folds, dragging it up and down, the sound of your heightened moans ripping through him. 

Dipping his tongue in your hole, Carmen pushes a finger between your thighs, presses soft circles around your clit as his tongue works your folds. Your thighs shake around the curls of his head and he pushes a hand down at your stomach to stop you from moving, making you take every wave of pleasure he pulls from you.

“Carm, please, they’re going to hear us” You groan out, and Carmen shakes his head, causing his tongue to drive deeper into you, before looking up at you, 

“Let them” 

Carmen stretches you out with his tongue, pushing it into you and out until your heaving, his thumb is pressed against your clit, and he pushes a finger into you before sucking onto your bud. 

You begin to see flashes of stars, as he thrusts a finger into your hole whilst sucking you, he scissors you open, curving his finger in a way that hits a particular spot that has you raising your hips, trying to pull yourself off of him, the white hot burn of pleasure getting too much.

“There baby? Right there?” Carmen groans out, thrusting his finger to hit that spot over and over

Carmen grips your hips, pushing you down, deeper, harder onto his mouth and fingers, pressing a second digit into you as he curves it to pull that sweet moan from your lips.

Carmen had many names, but his favourite was the broken syllabus of his own between your lips when you fell apart on his tongue.

“S’ close, so close Carmy, please” You babble out, before resigning yourself to the burn of pleasure the feels like fucking nirvana, it’s all around you, Carmen, this pleasure, it’s all you can taste.

“I know baby, I know, I’m going to take care of you okay, sweet girl?” Carmen groans, thrusting his hips into the floor, searching for friction as he watches the way your eyes roll back.

Carmen laps at your core, pushing the digits deeper, curving them upwards until you were screaming, he pushes your face down to look at him, he wants to see your face as you fall apart, and the coil that has begun to wrap itself tight snaps when he nibbles at your over sensitive clit and you see the way his dark eyes watch you, his eyebrows furrowed and your slick coats his chin.

You can’t feel anything but the white hot pleasure that rocks through you, you aren’t in your body, floating away in the pure saccharine pleasure of Carmen’s tongue and he laps at the pleasure dripping between your folds. 

You mumble incoherent words, the only thing leaving your lips is Carmen’s name as you babble, spit dripping from your open mouth as you're left in a heap, Carmen leaving you dumb.

Carmen works you through your release, licking and sucking at your sweet slick that he gathers on his tongue. You see the way he thrusts into the carpet, trying to find friction as the scene in front of him becomes too much.

The thought splits something within you, seeing how Carmen got off to getting you off was out of this world, causing the pleasure to start building in your core again. 

You drag Carmen up to meet your lips, and then push his tongue between your lips, causing you to taste him on your tongue. Carmen pushes his finger between his lips, sucking on the shine of slick coated there, his eyes heavy as he watches the way you grind your hips against him. 

He pushes his digits into your mouth, groaning at the way you suck on them eagerly. You push him to lean his back against the coach, before manoeuvring your hips to straddle him.

You rock your hips against his jeans, feeling the way the indent pushes and bumps against your core, Carmen throws his head back, his curls falling over his forehead and he grabs your hips, pushing you deeper, down down down until he is thrusting up into you.

You grip his shoulders raising your hips before pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Carmen forces himself to look down at you, his gaze watching the way you tug at his length, swiping a thumb across the red tip, dragging pre cum down the thick girth of him.

Carmen groans out, gripping your hips tight, and you raise up, lining yourself perfectly before sinking down on him.

Carmen’s groans are beautiful, rumbling from his chests as he squeezes his eyes shut, you fit so perfectly around him, the heat and warmth and slick of you wrapped tight around his cock. His length is thick and girth, and you have to adjust to his size, moaning at the way he fills you up just right.

As you begin to move, Carmen presses a hand, begging for you to wait

“Just, one second, fuck you feel so good I might cum from one thrust” 

“Who says this is a one time thing?” You reply with a wicked smile, and Carmen groans loud at that.

You raise your hips, dragging your self on him before sliding down, your grind against him and he heaves in the pleasure of your tightness around him. 

It had been so long, and the feeling of you is almost too much. 

You struggle to raise your hips high enough, and Carmen wraps his hands tight around your hips before raising you himself, driving himself up into you and thrusting hard.

This new angle allows him to go deeper, and you meet his upward thrusts, groaning out as he fucks you dumb. You look gorgeous above him, the way your tits bounce with every thrust up has him hard all over again.

“Just like that baby girl, keep going, doing so fucking well, my baby” Carmen groans out, and you begin to shake at the combination of his praise the the feeling of his cock driving into you impossibly deep.

You want to make him feel good and you say this to him, causing his eyes to roll back when you squeeze yourself around him, hard, until his thrusts have to drive into you even harder.

The coach freaks loudly from Carmen’s pace, and he slams you down, positioning his cock deep into you, causing you to press half circles into your shoulder, scratching at his biceps and gripping the nape of his hair that causes him to rumble out your moaned name.

You can feel him getting close, his thrust growing sloppy and deep, you tighten around him, and his eyes are in a trance, watching the way you fit around him so perfectly.

Carmen moves to fold himself upright against you, and your eyes roll back to your head as you feel yourself climb up a familiar peak.

Carmen presses a hard kiss against your lips as you groan out, and as he slips a hand into your conjoined bodies, circling your clit you have to shove your fist into your hand to stop from screaming.

The feel of Carmen’s length driving into you and the sound of his ragged moans, mixed with the over stimulation against your clit, you can’t help but fall apart around his cock.

You squeeze yourself tight around Carmen, and he cries out, his thrusts growing slow as he joins you over the cliff, his cock thrusting up into you with spasms. His cheeks are a blush red, his tongue poking out as he follows both of your orgasms.

You fall against his chest, exhausted, pressing your cheek so that it rested against the hard muscle of his pecs. You swallow back a breath, gripping your hand around Carmen’s, as he brings it up to place a soft kiss. 

Your thighs are still shaking from stimulation, and Carmen caresses a hand across them, rubbing soft circles and you lay across his chest.

You stay like this for a moment, basking in the bliss of pleasure and sex and the soft curves and dips of your bodies.

After a bit, Carmen has to slip his out cock from your thighs, eyes fixated on the way your ecstasy mixed with his one drips down your thighs.

“Fucking gorgeous” Carmen replies, and you look up at him in surprise

“What? You don’t think I'll find you gorgeous after this?” Carmen smiles down at your flustered state, he brushes back the sweat and tears dripping down your cheeks.

“That was..you are. Well fuck, Carmen, why didn’t this happen sooner?” You reply, he manoeuvres you so that your legs lay across his thighs.

“Yeah, uh, we’ll I’ve got a whole bucket of shit you don’t want dragging you down” Carmen replies scratching his neck, suddenly more shy as he lay his heart bare to you.

“Yeah, we’ll you gave me no choice when you practically murdered that man” You reply, biting back a smile, as you press soft circles around his thumb.

“Should’ve fucking murdered him…”

“What happens now?” Carmen replies, looking at you nervous that this was you just scratching an itch, because he was head over heels in love with you and he would never recover

“God Carmen, you didn’t realise I’m in love with you already?” You reply with a smile, “Practically the entire restaurant does” 

Carmen looks up at you in wonder, his eyebrows furrowing as your words hit him hard. You loved him? You loved him. He wants you to repeat it a hundred times, he wants to hear your tongue say those words to him again.

“You are incomparable” Carmen mutters under his breath, before wrapping you tight against his chest, pressing a kiss that feels different now, less crazed and rushed and fueled by heated passion. It was new, it felt like a start of something.

“You think they’re okay out there?” You reply with a start.

“Hell no” Carmen replies, and you can’t help but laugh as you push your head through a shirt Carmen had passed to you.

You and Carm may have just confessed your love to one another, but you still had a goddamn restaurant to run.

[transmascaraa]

heyy !! So I swear I saw you do singer-reader one time so this request is based off that :P

Singer-reader writes a song about/dedicated to Genshin characters (Whoever! You pick :] can be a love song or platonic, whichever you prefer ! )

annnyways, Feel free to skip this request if you want :) your writing is LOVELY💕🗣

ps. Love all the Palestine posts you’re doing💕🇵🇸

multiple characters headcannons!

you wrote them a love song!

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: thank youuuu it's what i've been focusing on the last few days it breaks my heart. but i'm glad i draw attention to people<3 now onto the req, I WROTE 10/11 LOVE SONGS FOR LYNEY BACK IN OCTOBER. I WAS SO BORED BUT I LOVE THEM ALL. if you guys want i can find them at home and maybe write the lyrics here! this req is beautiful frfr and i used chars that you guys like the most so yeah :3

✯ Lyney

-he's a total simp for you and everyone knows.

-lynette literally kicked him out of the house a few times and sent him to your house because he was so annoying like bro would rant about you 24/7 most intesely from midnight to 3/4am until he fell asleep halfway.

-lynette and freminet were tired of it.

-now, if you were to write a love song dedicated to him, and gave him the lyrics first, not singing yet, he would be shocked.

-it was hard to get alone time in the first place because he's clingy af

-eyes wide opened, mouth open, blushing as fuck, you name it.

-after he calmed himself down and told you how good it is (not to mention, he almost started crying on the spot) he would literally get on his knees if he had to just to hear you sing it to him.

-when he convinces you to do so, he might actually shed a tear after you finish. he just can't believe that he's THAT special to you and that you love him that much.

-you would hear him/find him singing that song randomly throughout the day because now it's the best song he's ever known and the only one that gets stuck in his head.

-y'know when you loop a song and it gets boring overtime? well it will never get boring to him.

-his literal breaking point would be if you said that you made more or that you will make more.

-for some reason i write lyney so dramatic and it's canon because i'm rosseland trust me bro

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✷ Gaming

-he's not as dramatic as lyney, but he'll definitely be shocked the same amount.

-he knows you love him, you know he loves you, what else was there to say?

-well you wanted to show him your love for him in a different way this time, one that would leave him flustered for sure.

-you wrote the song, sure, but weren't that sure if he would like it.

-it doesn't matter what you thought, it's what will happen.

-you hand him the paper with the lyrics on it and he has a reaction similar to lyney's, but he doesn't look like he was about to break down and cling onto you like a puppy

-he smiled widely after he read it, and you smiled back.

-telling you he likes it and praising you for anything and everything.

-cuddles are a MUST after that.

-he would be blushing for the next few days but it's okay because he's adorable.

-if you decide to sing it to him he will be blushing 10× more.

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✧ Wanderer

-tough. a tough choice you'd decide to make knowing him.

-he would be brutally honest and if there was a single mistake that you made you were sure that you'd get lectured for it and it would take a few hours.

-so you risked it.

-you wrote the song, checked for any mistakes in grammar, the way you write your letters, or even the rhyming in the song, and did that like 6 million times.

-you gave him the lyrics to the song and looked for ANY reaction from him, any SIGN that he liked it or disliked it. the only thing you were seeing were his pupils dilating.

-halfway through him reading the song, you spot a mistake in your grammar and tried to interrupt him.

-"oh, kuni, wait, i messed up-" but he swished his hand in front of your face, as a gesture of you NOT to interrupt him.

-the only reaction that you saw by the end of it were his red cheeks.

-he may have turned his head away from you to hide it but you saw it and immediately felt relieved, even if all he said was "it's alright..."

-he's never felt so appreciated and loved in his life so this was something really big for him.

-do it again and he won't be able to hide it much this time.

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iloveitiloveitiloveit

love the idea sm it reminds me of myself i'm literally dying how specific it is😭

hope you liked it tho!

@whywontmybrainload @mariaace <3

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ saturday 21st of december

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i woke up very late yesterday i remember it… and i didn’t do much of anything either. i stayed in bed all day getting to enjoy my days off finally… its winter break… finally… finally !!!

i seriously didn’t do much, like im so fr… i didn’t even leave my house haha… i originally intended to clean my room this day but i had no energy

i weighed in one last time untill i would try to go really long without weighing in cause ;; i haven’t been so consistent and i haven’t been doing so well… soo… yeah 48.3… lets see a lower number next time. i banned myself from online shopping untill i get to my next goal sigh 😭 i think i also got paid today or the day before so i sent a salty email to whoever was harassing me about some bills i still owed

omad (somehow) :

5 chevape ! lots of zucchini, like a lot of them.. onion for my chevape but.. i didn’t eat much of that. garlic sauce for my chevape. my side was some mashed potatoes

a very flat square of brownie i made out of some package.. i think i fucked it up cause it was so flat

cals : 448

chevape was yummy, i actually went down and helped my mom with cooking, idk why.. she was frying the zucchini and i was making the mashed potatoes and brownie. i barely added butter and milk, just enough for it to form, so i felt pretty safe eating it. i also helped my mom yield the zucchini better since they were way too oily..

the brownie was very good, nice and sweet and tasted good…

after this a while later i ended up crying cauuuuse my dad bought me a lot of muller milk, i don’t know if you know what that is, but it’s basically a very good milkshake kind of drink… i used to really love it when i was fat, maybe 1-2 of those drinks DAILY, i loved it so much. i have not had it in forever and if i do crave something like this i’d rather buy a protein shake of the same flavour

i cried cause i couldn’t have it and i was so triggered and i just cried a lot untill i felt better, but im glad i didn’t end up having it straight up. im still proud of myself for not caving in… we have like 5 guys what am i even supposed to do with that ??? lmao

i hung out with eli after dinner we just called and talked about ocs and i started coding one of the profiles for one of them and i made some quick art for him… i slept really bad at night tho, i get so overstimulated recently ? i can’t explain it.. i need some kind of stimulation detox atp cause im on the phone so much and i just need to clear my head…

also ! i keep forgetting, but thank you for all the followers ! by now im above 50, maybe somewhere around 70 people tuning in… i have a lot of followers on twt (about 900…)so im used to it there, but on here it feels more personal since this is basically my diary… thank you to alll the people tuning in daily to read what i write <3 i appreciate it so much

total cals : 448

total steps : n.v.t

music that reminds me of oc i talked about a second ago ehe

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[romanoffsbish]

Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Warning: Jealousy (on both ends), Insecurities, Alcohol

Smut: Top!R x PowerBottom!Flo; Oral(Flo—Face-Riding), Strap (F), Subtle Overstimulation, Kinks: Choking

Requested by: @Jujuu23

Request: Alright! I was actually wondering, could it be a Florence x female reader where reader is her girlfriend and accompanies her to the Valentino's Rome couture show and gets kinda jealous and insecure at the after party with another famous that gets too touchy (you can choose whoever you like) ‘cause she had never loved someone like Florence before? Just some angst but then super fluff and romantic and could there be a smut too? with Top!reader and power!bottom Florence with some praise kink, but only if you’re comfortable, if not it’s totally fine with just the fluff. ☺️

Florence was smiling from ear to ear as she watched you slipping into the sheer top that paralleled her current pants perfectly, and was sort of an homage to her previous years outfit.

"Oh my word, I'm not sure how long this'll remain on you.," she purred as her hand fell to your hip so that she could turn you to face her., "You look positively beautiful my darling girl."

Florence loved flustering you like this the very most, it was the way that her teasing words or her soft caresses could make you freeze up while nervously biting into your lower lip, and ducking your head down to avoid her gaze, it filled her chest with pride. As if you forget how much she wants you, no matter how much she reaffirms she's in love with every bit of you.

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"Are you ready to go?, she smiled knowingly as you found your voice, and deflected her tease., "The event starts soon, and we don't want to be late, or miss your chance at the red carpet."

"Our.," she corrects with a peck to your lips, because even though she wants to deepen it, the risk of getting carried away was too high, as well as her fresh gloss would require a fixing.

The drive to the venue was short, and sweet. Florence's driver had the partition up, and the two of you sat in the back in a fit of giggles as you recounted the times he'd rushed to lift it whenever you two were in a heated moment as you entered the car without regards to him. Frank is seemingly learning it's safest to just always be prepared for your scandalous ways.

It was as the car encroached the venue that you were both no longer giggling, instead you were fiddling with the rings adorning your fingers, and your lover frowned at you clear anxieties.

"Hey there," she smiled as her hand now laid over yours, and you met her with a nervous one of your own., "It'll be okay darling, we're here together, and therefore we're invincible."

A reminiscent smile took over your face as you let her words soak in. There really was nothing you couldn't do with her by your side, so after a brief kiss the two of you exited the car with hands interlocked and a shout of thanks sent back Frank's way as you entered the event

After walking the red carpet with Florence for a wide array of photos and short interviews you stood back and allowed her a chance for solos. Much to her dismay truly, because you knew that having you at her side helped to lessen her anxiety, but you both also knew that the world was expecting glam shots of the blonde starlet.

The fashion event was rather nice, the outfits showcased were surely eye catching, but you were primarily focused on your lovers outfit, and now that you were drug along to the after party you had the time to ogle her properly.

The bejeweled, sheer pants gave you the perfect view of her ass as she mingled with others while you graciously sat at the open bar. But with that privilege for you came a clear disadvantage, all others present had the same luxury, and that's normally never been much of an issue for you, but right now it surely was.

Florence was laughing animatedly at a joke a fellow actor made, her joy usually made your heart beam, but the hand of her Marvel alum Zendaya placed dangerously low on her back left you pulsing with waves of pure jealousy.

The jealousy stemmed from your insecurities, because truth be told they looked good together. Like they actually fit together in a way that the two of you never would, and it terrified you to think she would realize that. That she could live a far more fulfilling life with someone as show stopping as Zendaya, but for some odd reason she's chosen to settle for you.

It was a scary thought—losing her, it was so far from a reality you'd welcome, you loved her so much, more than you'd ever deemed possible.

As if Florence could feel your heart breaking she turned to you with a deep smile, that just as quickly morphed into a frown of concern as she rather swiftly excused herself to get to you.

"Wow darling, you're properly pissed.," Flo laughed as she took your inebriated form in up close, and you only frowned, far too drunk to understand that was her actual insinuation, and not that you were furious; rightfully so. 

"You would be too if you had to watch others eyeing me like I was still on the market, and putting their hands all over my body."

Now she was frowning, her hand flew up, and she silently looked to the bartender, he nodded and as he got you waters she stepped up closer to you, settling her soft hands on your cheeks.

"Darling, I very well have, those men have yet to remove their eyes from your chest, it's kind of the one of the reasons I rushed over here.," she admitted, you pouted at her sincerely, in your focus on her and Zendaya you'd failed to even consider the expectant stares of others on your breasts., "Also, my love, you do remember Zendaya has a fiancée right? She's just always been a very touchy person, it was harmless."

"It's not just her Flo.," you sighed dejectedly, and the blonde's heart constricted when you met her gaze, and tears laid in your eyes., "Everyone here is a much better match for you, like look at that gorgeous brunette who's eyes have yet to leave you all night.," you basically shouted, far too drunk to reel your volume in.

Just as fast though, your volume quieted to a whisper as your head dropped., "You deserve better Flo, I'll never be as pretty as your circle of Hollywood friends, why are you settling?"

Florence's jaw clenched., "Stop it, right now!," her hand grabbed yours, and with a quick step she pulled you somewhere far more secluded, and without the watching eyes of tabloids.

"I'm not settling.," she shortly relayed while angrily pacing the small space., "I love you!"

"If I dated the brunette, or Zendaya, or anyone else Hollywood ships me with then I'm settling. God, you really don't see it do you Y/N?," her voice broke as she looked into your eyes at the end., "You're the most beautiful person here tonight Y/N, their status changes nothing, nobody else does to me what you do baby."

"I'm sorry Flo, I didn't mean to cause a scene."

"No, I'm sorry I didn't keep you with me, our invincibility only works with you on my arm.," she winked, then pulled you in for a sweet hug.

Florence heard you gasp softly as her grey top brushed against your pert nipples, a wave of arousal ran through her at the needy sound, and as your hands naturally gripped her by the hips possessively she was beyond ready for it., "Take me home Y/N; fuck me like I'm yours."

Frank's eyes widened when he saw the two of you running towards the car, he unlocked the doors, and knowingly turned the music up.

Florence straddled your lap, her lips ghosting yours as you refused to kiss her until you got the belt around the both of you, and buckled her body to yours for the short ride back home. Watching you struggling with the process was amusing but it reminded her you were drunk.

Then when you kissed her she could taste the heady remnants of vodka cranberry on your lips, and when your tongue hotly slipped into her mouth it was an non-dismissible fact.

"Drink the water my love.," she instructed as the both of you panted wildly., "There will be no going further if you don't sober up some."

Florence's eyes widened when you snatched the bottle from her and gulped it right down. Then you repeated the process with a second one, then haphazardly crushed the bottles, and yanked her face forward for a sloppy kiss.

As soon as Frank courteously opened your door you exited with Florence's legs wrapped tightly around your waist, and as you navigated the hallways of your home her lips worked to cover the exposed side of your neck in pink lipstick.

Florence grinned when her back had hit the mattress, she could feel the strap that had been hidden in your pants this whole time; she was growing more desperate as your hands slid her top off with ease, and your mouth enveloped her nipple, her hand flew to your hair, and she moaned languidly as you stimulated her chest.

"I'm going to ride your face.," she commanded, voice raspier than normal as she was overcome with need., "I'll soak your pretty little face love, marking my territory so you can remember I'm all yours, and also that you're all mine.," there was a growl to follow her words as she shoved your back against the mattress, and moved quickly to straddle her cunt over your mouth.

The way everyone had stared at you with want as you only stared at her affected her just as much as it did you when you saw Zendaya's hand on her back. Knowing that others even flirted with the idea of you as an option, when you very well were hers, well it made her angry.

Florence lowered herself onto your extended tongue, her hips moving furiously against you as she grew far more affected by your talents. Arousal was ever flowing as she rutted, your face was akin to a slip n slide as she selfishly used it for her pleasure. Not that you would complain, tasting Florence was your favorite, and no matter the position you happily gave her the pleasure you knew she craved, and were always dutifully rewarded by her orgasm.

"Oh fuck.," she screamed as your tongue expertly swirled around within her., "Yes, just like that, fuck, please don't stop Y/N.," you mumbled against her, she obviously couldn't hear your 'I wouldn't dream of it,' but she felt the vibrations running throughout her body., "Need to cum, please let me cum baby!," she rasped, and with two taps to her thigh you gave her express permission to drench you.

With an unexpected quickness she slid down your body, her slick coating your clothes that have yet to be removed. Her lips latched onto yours, moans spilling into your mouth as her hips ground down against the bulge in your pants, all while her hands tugged at your top.

In a seconds time you'd flipped her over, and much to her whimper's complaints you stood up, and chuckled at your desperate lover., "Hush my love, be patient for me please.," she looked to you with hazy eyes that only grew murkier with lust as you stripped your clothes from your body, and the strap dropped out.

There was a look of mischief on your face, the tease on the tip of your tongue as you hovered above your girlfriend once again, but it died there as she gripped the silicone's shaft, and pulled it to her entrance with ease., "Fuck me, and don't stop until I'm trembling, got it?"

“There you go my darling.,” she purred as you entered her slowly., “Fuck, you’re so big baby.,” she winced as you eventually bottomed out.

Florence’s whines melded into breathy, erotic moans as your soft lips laid over her pulse, you began to nip and suck at the smooth pale skin to properly mark her up in deep hues of purple, blue and red to reclaim her as yours outwardly. As a plus it also served as a way to distract her from the momentary pain, giving her a chance to adjust before you quickly picked up the pace.

It wasn’t long before her walls were clenching around the silicone, you always did know just how to get her over the edge with minimal time needed. When you heard her breathes become more choppy you pulled your head back from her marred up collarbones to catch her release. Flo gasped as you did, the sight of your face smirking down at her as your thumb swiveled over her clit made her entire body warm up just before her back arched, and legs trembled.

Florence’s hands flew up to tangle into your hair as she sloppily kissed you while riding out her high. The waves of pleasure always seemed to intensify when she had your tongue in her mouth, she suckled on the muscle as you never wavered in thrusting into her cunt, her muffled moans now sensationalized on your tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so hot Florence, gonna make me cum with just those pretty noises alone.,” you groaned as she finally let you go to breathe., “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never let anyone touch you ever again; you’re mine.”

A shiver ran down her spine when she saw the look of determination in your eyes, excitement flooded her entire being as you kissed her so hard she couldn’t even begin to think straight. A loud moan was ripped from her throat next as you pulled out of her just to roughly grip her by her hips, flip her over, and slam back inside of her with a reinvigorated passion to own her.

Mind, Body, and Soul

With your hand on her hips for leverage you began to fuck the strap into her sopping cunt. Not an ounce of mercy was given nor felt as your thighs repeatedly made contact with her ass, a loud slapping sound reverberating off the walls along with her sloshing pussy, broken moans, and your deeply affected pants, it was all the noise expected as you lost your minds.

All you could think about was letting go, and helping the gorgeous blonde to do the same.

With your hand suddenly wrapped around her throat from behind, and her back flush to your front as you pulled her upright and fucked the strap up into her she reached the precipice, and with the decrease in oxygen from the pressure you applied to her throat she flew right into her orgasm, the feel of her slick dripping down your thighs aroused you tremendously, and as she pushed her ass down you screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure ran through you.

Florence groaned as your connected bodies hit the mattress, the strap moving inside her as you collapsed right on top of her. The two of you laying like that while you both worked to regain a semblance of composure, and once the blonde was less foggy she began to squirm from underneath you, a telltale sign that she wanted more, and you were ready to please.

“I need more, please, don’t stop darling.”

“I’m not stopping just yet baby girl.,” you gently thrusted, she groaned at the sensitivity she felt, but her hips still pressed back to help you reach even further depths., “Wait, I-I.”

“I-I need to see you.,” she panted., “I want to feel you baby, flip me back over.,” she weakly commanded in a muffled manner with her face still pressed up against the sheets, you smiled at the idea that she’d be this desperate for you, it wasn’t often she showed this needy side.

As soon as you eased the strap out of her you gently returned her to her back, and slipped right back in where you belonged., “Kiss me.,” her breathless plea paired with a pouting set of swollen lips had you giving her just what she wanted, and she thanked you with a slow roll of her hips to meet yours, and you whimpered at the stimulation caused to your swollen clit.

Her hands groped your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples as your tongue slid over hers, lazily exploring her mouth while your hips kept up a steady pace mean to destroy her; you managed to push your strap so deep into her that she jolted with a scream of pleasure soon to follow, and your face flew into her neck as the hilt of the harness rubbed you just right to send you climaxing in tandem with your lover.

Florence could see you growing tired after your second and her fourth climax of the night, but she couldn't give this full sensation up, not yet., "My love, please, don't leave me all empty.," her shaky legs wrapped around you, linking together desperately to keep you locked inside., “I know you’re tired, but please, don’t pull out.”

"Hmm, does my precious girl want to warm my cock tonight?," she nodded aggressively, you smiled softly at her, and gave a teasing thrust as you connected your lips to hers., "Whatever you need, I'll give it to you baby, we can sleep like this, then come morning we'll clean up."

"Thank you my love, now get some rest.", she gently forced your face into her neck, then pulled the blanket up over your lower bodies., "Goodnight Flo.," you kissed her neck softly for a final time that night., "Goodnight Y/N/N."

As Florence happily lulled you to sleep with feather light scratches to your exposed back she scrolled through her phone and began to find photos to put her Instagram post together.

The first photo in her lineup she posted was one she found and instantly fell in love with. You were stood slightly in front of her with a nervous smile, her arms were wrapped around your abdomen, and her face was tilted beside your shoulder as she looked up at you lovingly. The second photo was another with you, it was taken directly after that one, your eyes were shut tightly as you relished in the feel of your lovers lips on your raised cheeks, it was sweet.

Though there were many more photos included of her with famed acquaintances, friends, and family the caption was mostly meant for you.

"The Valentino family was full of so much love and art and passion this weekend. Reminding me of how much love I have surrounding me, and just how important it is that I cherish it.

My MAMA got to come!! 2nd fashion show ever and she stole the evening. Always does!

Y/N—Baby, you were the best look of the night; I'll never tire of showing you off, everyone gets to see your beauty, but I, well I get to keep it."

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❤️Kaitlyn🥰

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey, would you consider writing headcanons for Thomas Barrow if he had a teen sister reader? Similar to the being friends with one. Maybe about their home lives before Thomas was employed at Downton, their relationship, when Thomas went to war, and if (when old enough) sister reader joins her brother at works at Downton.

Also, loved the Thomas Barrow series! It was so sweet and very well written 😁

Would really appreciate it! Don’t worry if not! Xx

thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader headcanons

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a/n: thank you so much for this request!! thomas is actually my roman empire and I love writing for him. I’m currently in s2 in my rewatch and I’m in love with him all over again. anyways I’m so glad you liked my thomas series that makes me so happy and i hope you enjoy this too <3 also I don’t usually add cuts for my headcanons but these ended up being rather long so read them after the cut !! 🍒💋

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being thomas’s teen sister would include…

ok so…

thomas definitely read to you when you were to little to read on your own

he once scared you so much that you were sure you were going to get eaten by the monster in the wardrobe 

and he had to sleep with you in your room for a week after that

as you got older he became so freaking protective of you 

he would take the blame for your mistakes

and secretly pass you all his desserts

he would tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell anyone else

like how he wasn’t interested in any of the girls in your village

when he went off to work at downtown you cried for days 

and he looked away as he left so you couldn’t tell that so did he

he would write to you every week 

so much so that—

“fancy that, thomas has a sweetheart”

“well there’d be a first, no he’s writing to that sister he’s so fond of”

“oh leave off, o’brien, i can write to whoever i like”

he would try to hide his troubles from you in his letters but you could always tell that something was the matter

when you got the news that he had to go to war, you couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks not knowing what was happening to him 

and amongst his prayers to live every night he prayed you were safe at home 

when he was taken off the front lines and sent to be a medic at the hospital you were so relieved that you convinced your parents to let you go visit him

you gave him the biggest hug of his life and he didn’t let you go

when you became old enough and expressed your interest thomas got you a job at downton as a maid

he probably got some other maid fired in order to do it but we just won’t talk about that 

anyways once you got there he made it his job to teach you everything you’d need to know 

and make sure you were taken care of

all of the other servants loved you from the moment they met you

mostly because thomas is a different person when you’re around 

“i’m sure thomas’ll find some way to scheme his way out of it and make me look like the fool”

“not anymore, he’s gone soft now hasn’t he? what with that sister of his around. rubs off on him, i reckon”

you become close friends with Anna 

and, when she begins working there, Baxter, who you’ve known since you were a kid

you two definitely complain about and tease Thomas much to his dismay

he’s totally walked in on you telling a story about him from childhood and had to endure teasing for weeks 

“…and his britches just ripped right down the center.”

he always, after much pestering on your part, confides in you about everything 

(jimmy, his job, richard, guy) 

and values your ‘young, bright opinions’

you made him mittens once and he wears them whenever he can 

even though they ‘itch like the devil’

one time one of the footmen showed interest in you and thomas went full older brother mode on him 

and you assured him you you didn’t need his protection 

until he jilted you and you let thomas give him a piece of his mind and hold you while you cried 

you read the papers together and you love hearing his commentary on everything going on in the world

if something’s bothering you he’ll get it out of you one way or another 

“go on, (y/n), you can tell your brother thomas”

and he actually gives really good advice

he recognizes how he doesn’t know how he’d go on without you sometimes

and how even when no one was there for him you were 

thomas just cares for you so much 

and (even though he’d never admit it) loves you more than anyone or anything else in this world 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! have a lovely day babes <3🩰🪐

[cloneloverrrrr]

I'd like to humbly request Smut Prompts III #27 "Feels good, doesn't it?" with Wolffe (soft Wolffe?)?

Ooooh a soft Wolffe I am so here for this 💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️👀👀

Thank you to whoever sent this in! I totally enjoyed writing this beautiful soft wolffe smut😭😭😭😍😍😍

I hope you enjoy it 🫶🏻

xnshajsksosaoowkwkdd SOFT WOLFFE IS PLAYING ON MY MIND SO BAD RN🤭🤭🤭🤭

Dividers by my angel @idontgetanysleep

Smut prompt 27 by @thelonelyempath

𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗜𝘁 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2034

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡, 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 / 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 , 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

You let out an exasperated sigh, it had been an extremely long day and all you wanted was to get back to your apartment take a long hot bubble bath and go to sleep. You flag a speeder cab finally able to make your way home.

You thought working as an admin assistant for the GAR of the republic would be on the boring side per say but not today kriff not even the last few days. It’s been all go and to top it off you’ve been butting heads with your lover Commander Wolffe. The last holocall between you both ended in you telling him to go fuck him self. It made your blood boil he seemed rather uninterested in the problems you had going on in your life. He was hot and cold. You were unsure of where this left you both.

After what seemed an eternity you found yourself in front of your apartment door fumbling with the key code.

“FUCK!” You groan out infuriated.

A loud swish of the doors and there he stands leaning against the door frame head cocked to the side , his broad stature inwhite and grey armour blocking your gaze of your cozy front room.

“Long day?” He teases nonchalantly, a raised eyebrow above his cybernetic eye adding to your irritation.

Your left speechless for a few seconds before trying to push past him. His arrogance astounds you.

A tense silence falls between you both and you notice Wolffes jaw clenching. He stares down at you with a serious look.

“Move Wolffe” you hiss finally snaking past him storming off to the fresher.

Heavy footsteps clunk against your marble flooring and a strong hand grabs your shoulder pulling you flush to his body. The cool feel of his armour brings slight relief to the tension headache you had brewing.

His arms wrap around you firmly. He breathes in your scent. A gloved hand trails upto your neck, strong merciless fingers clasp across your throat, he grinds into you from behind stretching your neck out pushing your cheek into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you mesh’la” his voice low laced with lust.

You both stand there as he holds you, arms coiling tighter around you, you feel his lips graze your neck as he grinds into you gently once more. The air around you stills you almost forget how to breathe.

“So fucking much”

You turn around to face him, his eyes dark and hypnotising. It beckons you closer. His large hand begins to caress your cheek and you melt into his touch. His thumb brushes down the outside of your neck stopping at the collar of your works jacket.

A wordless demand for you to strip.

And so you do until your down to the black lace bra and matching high waist thong. Wolffes gaze searches yours with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You step over your skirt and walk towards him. He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip, the corner of his lips quirks into a sensual smile. His domineering stare as you looks you up and down hungrily.

You swallow hard with anticipation. Your blood starts to pump that notch faster fuelled with arousal. Maker you have missed him more than you care to let on.

He pulls you in by your wrists, firm but gentle.

His lips invade yours, his warmth permeating your nearly naked skin, his spicy amber and woody scent invading your nostrils, his hands roam every curve of your body until the reach the clasp on your bra discarding it by your feet. One hand palms the curve of your spine the other runs down between your naked breasts. The sudden cool air hits you causing your nipples to prickle into little buds. You cling onto him like the he is the only thing left in this galaxy. Your skin burns and your core aches.

Wolffe picks you up completely effortless and carries you into the bedroom, he places you down on the edge of the bed with great care like your a China doll that will smash into a thousand pieces if he’s not cautious.

Your tired body welcomes the feeling of the plush silk against your flesh.

“Let me take care of you mesh’la. Lay on your stomach and don’t move” his tone much softer then usual but still possessive.

You bite your bottom lip to stifle a chuckle.

He is the only person who has entered your life who you have completely submitted too. It’s alluring.

Being as obedient as ever for the clone Commander you lay down flat on your stomach, your arms crossed you rest your head down closing your eyes. A sensation of a relaxing calm flows over you.

A little squeak bursts the silence as you feel a cold liquid squirt down your back, the strong smell of lavender fills the air and it’s one you simply adore.

Large calloused hands begin massaging the light oil into your back , his fingers work expertly in kneading your tight muscles and manipulating the knots from your soft tissue. You sigh in contentment feeling the events of the last few days melt away.

Wolffe has never been this way towards you. You have been together months and this surprises you, however you shan’t be one to complain.

“Thank you Wolffe this is truly wonderful” you coo quietly.

You hear a dry chuckle from behind you, the feeling of his hands sliding down your spine achingly slow stopping as he reaches your thong. Wolffe drags his nose across your ass cheeks into the base of your back. Pausing for a moment. He playfully snags at the fabric pushing it to the side. The warmth of his breath hot against your skin.

A ghosting brush off his oily finger tip slides over the undergarment following the trail down between your cheeks until he reaches your core. He takes in a deep breath. His fingers slide up and down your slit then a invasion of your moist core forces a soft gasp from your mouth. His finger slowly pumps in and out a lazy pace.

“Wolffe-“ you say breathlessly

Another finger enters you stretching you both sliding in and out. His lips trail against your pussy just barley but it shoots a thrilling tingle throughout your whole body. Your moaning picks up as he finger fucks you harder. His motions are controlled and dominating.

“Feels good , doesn’t it?” He rasps strained.

His voice is low and dangerous yet so intoxicating.

Carnal desire pulsing deep inside of you.

“Ye- yes oh Wolffe it feels so good” your moans faded as you push your face into the sheets gripping the side of the bed.

You writhe under him desperately trying to grind to help with the boiling needy ache between your legs. Your hips buck against his hand again and again. You needed more. You needed him inside of you. The moans are needy and hot. You are so consumed with desire for this clone.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan like that mesh’la” his voice as rough as the callouses that decorate his hands.

Wolffe let’s a low growl it rumbles deep in the back of his throat, placing his other hand flat across your back to still you. The room is hot and filled with desire, sweat and oil slick your skin, your breathing quickens. His muscular body encircles you, traps you in like fresh pray. The pace of his fingers becoming sadistic as he explores inside you pressing upwards to that sweet sensitive spongy part. He knows what he is doing , he knows how to bring utter pleasure, how to manipulate your body into submitting for him and only him.

The filthy wet squelching sounds your tight cunt makes as his fingers ram into you fast and severe are heavenly music to his ears, gratifying pleasure to his domineering primal needs. You are unable to muffle your loud pitiful moans.

“FUCK! those sounds you make for me - don’t stop” satisfaction laces his every word.

The pressure inside you swirls around and around, goosebumps break out across your skin. You inhale its sharp piercing your lungs, as you move your arm back to feel for Wolffe and your met with his throbbing hard length , his swollen tip leaking pre cum.

You glance back through hazy eyes with swollen parted lips. Wolffe sits up his gaze takes hold of yours , strong , intimidating yet a hint of softness. A twinkle i. his stern face. He leans down to place gentle feather light kisses across your spine.

“I’m sorry for the way I am mesh’la” his words tug at your heart strings before his lips fall back to your burning skin.

Once again his fingers become faster, your cunt throbs and you moan,rolling your hips against his palm. Wolffe had relinquished his strong hold from your back to softly caress your inner thigh. His touch is teasing, his fingers pumping you with a harsh force.

Trembles lay siege to your body, the heats bubbles over you succumb to him. His fingers pushing up further and deeper. Unable to control your lewd moans you arch your back up allowing him to add a third finger. The sting pains your convulsing cunt before erupting into pure rapture.

“Good girl, keep doing that mesh’la” his restrained mummers of encouragement send a biting thrill dancing over your body, you see white shining stars, your eyes roll back in your head. Euphoria erupts thick and fast. Sex drunk from just his fingers your mind fades out into an empty black hole of nothingness.

You cum hard coating his thick fingers in your wet sweet release. You pant and claw at your delicate sheets rubbing against your body. You chant his name over and over between broken sobs of gratification.

Wolffes feral grunts and groans reverberate sending molten shivers down your spine. The palpitating heat from his touch never fails to engulf your senses. A divine feeling.

“Just like that-“ his words are as breathless as you, barely above a whisper.

Wolffe gathers up your cum on his fingers pushing the remains back into you that have slithered out, a trail follows his fingers as he removes them one by one. A breathy whine escapes your lips, a huff at the loss of the fullness he gave you only moments ago. Light cursing in his native tongue send heat oozing back through you.

He flips you over to lay you down flat on your back tucked underneath him. His arms cage you in, the lights from the city of Coruscant cast a warm glow upon your face. He studies you with endearment, his gaze so intoxicating. An air of danger floats around him yet you feel so safe.

Wolffe leans up slightly placing one hand against your headboard the other pushes a single strand of your silky hair behind your ear as you place the palm of your hand against his chest. You can feel the sturdy beat of his heart, you can see the slow controlled rise and fall of his chest. You nimbly trace each and every scar scattered across his torso before gracefully clasping both hands around the nape of his neck pulling him closer. You appreciate his handsomeness in this magnificent moment you will cherish for a lifetime.

A fiery tension begins building between your legs once more, you ache for him for all of him. He understands your muted demands. A tingle sizzles sending jolts of electric through every fibre within as he aligns his mammoth size to your wet needy core sliding in with ease, every vein and rib drags against the inside of your walls.

“I will love you forever and a day , my dear sweet mesh’la remember that” his voice low far huskier than before.

“You are the reason I stay alive. The beat to my heart. I give you my word I will keep you safe.”

Flames lick up your muscles as Wolffe begins to take you to heaven.

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[malarkgirlypop]

To my dearest Kate,

I wish I could tell you how awful this war is. How much I hate it and wish I was there with you, but our letters are censored and I want this to reach you.

I think of you everyday my darling. You are what gets me through every day waking up in the wretched foxholes, as the cold and damp seep into our souls. Skip and Penkala are quieter than normal, I think the conditions are getting to everyone now. Even George isn’t his usual self.

You are what gets me through everyday and your love keeps me going no matter what. I don’t know what I’d do without you Kate. You’re my everything.

I promise that as soon as I am home we shall marry and we never need to be apart again.

When it’s dark at night and I am alone, I think of all the happy times we shared. The time we went on the boating lake and the swan attacked the boat. I don’t think you ever forgave me for ruining your favourite dress in that lake but I’m hoping the ice cream afterwards made it up to you. Do you remember the time when we were kicked out of the cinema for… well I’m sure you remember what we were doing in the back row.

And now at this time of year I think of the last Christmas we spent together, of our kiss beneath the mistletoe, of building that snowman in the backyard. I cannot wait to be home with you again my love.

I will cherish our memories always and I hope to make many more with you.

Yours always

Don

My love,

I miss you so dearly. I think of you everyday and dream of you every night. Even though I love seeing you in my dreams, it isn't the same. I need you here with me. My body aches from missing you, I didn't know the heart hurt so much when it yearns. Say hello to Skip and Alex for me! I miss them too. I have you all in my thoughts constantly, that you will make it home in one piece. I wish we could just skip to the end, so that I can have you back. The house feels so quiet without your laughter and jokes. I would fly to Germany myself and end this all if I could. But all I can do is hope. I need you home, so we can wed and be merry. I don't even need a ring or a fancy wedding, just marry me as soon as you can. I have now learnt the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder. But it's more than fondness, I love you entirely, always have and always will. I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow and many days to come. Write to me as soon as you can. I have sent some things for you in the letter as well. But it's a secret don't let the boys see.

Eternally yours,

Kate.

aHHHHHHH ok so cheesy of me, but I totally love this. Whoever wrote this for me I am kissing you! I love you thank you for sending this to me!

[phoenike]

ao3 meme

Thanks for tagging me @natsora, I'm going to try and answer this to see if it cheers me up a bit. Don't feel like much of a writer right now tbh. To start with a sob story, I've been super sick with the worst flu in at least 30 years, nearly sent me to emergency when the pain in my throat wouldn't let me drink. After 10 days I'm still feeling rather weak. Add to that how an old friend of mine passed away about 6 weeks ago, and it's safe to say I haven't felt very creative as of late.

I really don't feel like bothering anyone by tagging them. Whoever sees this, please consider yourself tagged whether we're mutuals or not, and do tag me back if you'd like.

How many works do you have on AO3?

A grand total of 23. Over time, I've orphaned and removed a handful of stories.

What’s your total word count?

539,434

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Size of Perfection (Captain America) 4019

The Leonardo Effect (Assassin's Creed 2) 2421

Unresolved (Mass Effect Andromeda) 1080

That Which Remains (Detroit Become Human) 768

Fragile (Mass Effect 2) 712

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

I respond to all comments left on works in progress. Feedback is so incredibly precious at that point. It's a bit more difficult to find the spoons to reply to comments left on older works, but they still mean a lot.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

A couple of my fics (The Leonardo Effect, Fragile) have epilogues that make the endings bittersweet. My current WIP The Edge of Memory is going to end bittersweetly as well. But I don't think any of these can be called angsty or unhappy in a real sense.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have what I consider HEAs? I suppose I like to instill a little more realism than some other writers. Still, people do get together and the implication is that they stay that way. (Incidentally, I'm still sad that I never finished the wedding epilogue I had in the works for That Which Remains.)

Do you write crossovers?

No

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Years ago I got some not so glowing comments about consent issues in my fics, despite always picking the "author chose not to use archive warnings" category. I've gotten more careful about tagging since then. But the only true hate I can recall receiving was from a certain rather infamous character on ff.net who 'reviewed' TLE and basically accused me of pedophilia because a 17-yo apprentice had a one-sided crush on Leonardo. It was what finally made me stop posting on ff.net.

Do you write smut?

Against my better judgment, yes.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Whatever I'm currently writing for.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish don’t think you ever will?

My only ever AU, Innamorarmi (AC2), which I finally deemed perpetually unfinished last year and concluded with a chapter that contained an outline for the remaining story.

What are your writing strengths?

This question reminds me painfully of being in a job interview, but I've gotten some nice feedback over the years about my dialog, characterization and descriptions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Simply getting the words out. Other than a passing episode of inspiration every once in a blue moon, I've always been a slow writer. Also, I tend to put characters in situations that don't create a lot of forward momentum. Mostly they just sit around and talk.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

The occasional expression or short sentence is fine. As long as the writing flows, I don't think the reader always needs to understand every single word.

What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

I wonder if the Donald Duck comics I drew as a little kid count? I suppose the first real piece of fanfic I wrote was for Polidori's The Vampyre in the 90's, it's actually up on AO3. Another really old one was for Elric of Melniboné by Michael Moorcock, on AO3 as well. Whether these can be considered written for a fandom is a different matter. The first 'real' fandoms I wrote for were Dragon Age and Mass Effect.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

There have been some characters I desperately wanted to write for but never found an idea that would have kept me going past the beginning. The latest one was The Emperor from Baldur's Gate 3.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

My favorite tends to be whatever I'm working on at the moment, but if I had to choose between finished stories, I might pick That Which Remains and The Offer, possibly for no other reason than that they are more recent than others and my skills as a writer have improved. I've gotten a bit better about feelings of crushing self-criticism towards finished stories, but it's something I still struggle with from time to time.

[chaoticrobotics]

Please don't rush your comics take it slow and steady I know many people are eager to see more from your comics but please don't forget your human you need to take breaks from time to time art burnout isn't a joke I myself was once a artist and i quit that because it didn't bring me much joy anymore because of excessive burnout so please from one artist to another Take a breather maybe plan what your gonna do for the story going forward maybe take some inspiration from the game or something though whatever the outcome I will honor it.

Oh don't worry about the story itself. I have it all planned out and am absolutely not changing it (other than possible dialogue changes, I have the major plot points all set though). So that's not the issue.

It was the actual art itself. You are right, art burnout isn't a joke, and honestly I'm pretty sure I've never been closer to quitting art than when I was making Security Alert. The only difference with me is, art is one of the very few things that bring me any sense of joy. It's literally either a select few video games, or making art/stories, and at the time of making Security Alert I was in a video game burnout too and struggling through college.

All of that built up to make me miserable to draw and probably super depressed looking back at it (though I wouldn't hit a true low until my last semester, if I was still trying to do the comic then I don't think I would have made it).

Anyway, thank you for your words. I do appreciate them! I am going to take my time with this comic. Maybe even try out a different format or something. Smaller parts or less detail in the art. I just want to get the story out, and since I am not a writer, I have to draw it. But I'll definitely be taking my time when drawing it.

I'll be honest, I don't know how many people might have realized it, but I am a serial procrastinator that needs deadlines to get shit done, and I get stuff done all in one go or not at all. So all those big parts I posted? Those were all done in basically one sitting. Some of them were done in 3 days with me getting a total of like 3-4 hours of sleep on the weekend, not even counting the editing I did for videos. So you can probably see why I started to resent the comic and start to burn out from it.

I'm literally just rambling now, but I wanted people to know a little bit about what I went through since I know not everyone will be as understanding as you or other people who have sent in kind words to me in the past. I've learned my lesson then, and since I am not in college anymore, I won't feel rushed to get things out before the weekend is done or be rushing myself to make people happy.

It honestly all really sucks because I was always so happy to post the comic/tiktok and pass out finally, then to wake up to a flood of nice messages. But it would all too soon go away because only a day (sometimes not even) after posting people would be demanding the next part. It just sucks since I did have fun a lot, but also had that fun drained away just as quickly.

I don't even know what I am trying to say anymore. Thank you for the nice words. I will keep to my word about not rushing myself or pushing myself too much. I do feel like I am, at some point, going to try doing what I did before and pull all nighters and fuck up my sleep schedule drastically, but I'm hoping I will recognize the signs this time and take a step back once I possibly start doing that.

So don't be upset (saying this to the general audience/whoever reading this, not specifically you) if at some point in the future, if the comic does continue, that there might be another hiatus. Will definitely try not to go on a basically year long hiatus like I did last time, but depending on how my mental state is, it might be a pretty long one.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

maddie’s english. well. i need to get something off my chest. get your tinfoil hat ready.

i am one hundred percent sure she was jealous of og admin. or at least trying to copy her. maddie did not only have a parasocial relationship with evan but with peanut/og admin too.

like the other anon said, some people were asking questions to see if maddie or peanut fit the description of the soulmate and through that we learned that peanut parties quite like a rockstar (alcohol and drugs) but “maddie” was more of a homebody that occasionally drank and smoked and did not like getting drunk. then all of a sudden, a couple of times peanut would say she was hangover and then a few days later “maddie” was hungover too. totally trashed. what a coincidence.

peanut was on a road trip? well, maddie too!

peanut went to a concert? wellllllll guess who also went to a concert? maddie!

peanut was a leo? well maddie is a leo from now on.

every ask that was addressed to peanut, a few minutes later there was one for maddie - an ask that sounded a lot like maddie had sent in because of the way she writes in english.

some asks were shipping maddie and peanut and aaaaaall these asks also felt like maddies work.

i always found it weird how she considered peanut her “best friend” - something that even mycovenofchaos has repeated on her blog - and peanut seemed more neutral about their relationship. like trying to keep the peace with a coworker you don’t like.

i really hoped i was wrong cause i know evan has an international fanbase since dahmer and i tried to write it off as esl fans but the anon describing maddie’s english made a lightbulb go off in my head. i am betting my kidneys that it’s maddie now sending the messages asking if she is the soulmate. same writing. same vibe. same english mistakes.

point is: whoever maddie says she is, she is not. she is crafting a personna based on what she thinks can pass and avoid accusations of describing herself in the soulmate readings like you said. she saw peanuts personality got the green light so she tried to morph herself into whatever she thought peanut was - and to me, she looked a lot like a middle schooler copying the older girls in high school.

after the last message i just replied to, i feel like i just need to post this without any additional comments because… bless you, you were far more in tune than i ever was. thank you so much.

if you’re comfortable with it perhaps you can message me off anon sometime 👀

[destinyc1020]

Your obsession on shitting on M&M is getting a bit old girl. It was released 2 years ago and it was a really important project for Z and both Z and JDW were highly involved in the process of creating it. Saying they were just puppets for Sam is extremely disrespectful to them. You hated the movie, we know that. But let it go girl. There are a bunch of celebrated white directors like Greta Gerwig and Tim Burton that don't hire one black person in a significant role because they claim they don't understand the black experience. But then they understand how white people lived in the 1800s or the Middle Ages

Hey girl... it's cool! We all have various different opinions on here, and that's okay! 😊

An Anon simply sent me a link to a Critic's review of the film and I commented on it, that's all. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I understand everything you're saying about the project and how monumental it was for Z.... I totally get it. But did it ever occur to you that TWO things can be both true at the same time? 👀

I can recognize that the M&M film was a passion project for Z that allowed her to work during the pandemic (instead of twiddling her thumbs at home), explore her acting skills and challenge herself, get her some EP rights, provide creative input, and pour her heart and soul into smthg that had nothing to do with being a high school student. It also afforded her the opportunity to be able to work with Denzel Washington's son JDW, who is like the son of Hollywood royalty.👍🏾😁

I get all of that!

But imo, you can recognize all of these things and STILL not really have cared for the film, or really care for Sam as a writer or director in general. 🤷🏾‍♀️🥴

And I would have had the SAME feelings about the movie had the movie starred Kerry Washington, Janelle Monae, Nicole Beharie, or WHOEVER else some fans were wanting opposite JDW in this film. 😬 My view would have been the same. So it's not a slight on Z at all. Z did a decent acting job given the script she was handed. 👀

Lol I keep telling y'all that there have been some films of my faves that I just didn't really care for at all. But I still love them as actors and people, and I haven't boycotted their films in the least lol. Imo, that's the BEAUTY of movies ... We can all have our own opinions on them because at the end of the day, it's just art! 😅

Since this is my blog, I'm simply providing my opinion. You don't have to agree, and it won't hurt my feelings if you don't lol. You all know I'm always 100% honest on here about my feelings on matters. I've also talked about other films on my blog that I just didn't care much for, but I never heard a peep from anyone about them. 🤷🏾‍♀️

BTW, one of those critics is a black woman herself, so it's not just me who saw the film a certain way.

And believe me, I'm ALL for white directors hiring Black talent. To me, that's the LEAST they can do. But it doesn't mean that every film a white director has made with a black cast is one that I particularly like... And again, that's just my right to my own opinion.

Thank you for sharing your opinion! I appreciate it! 👍🏾😁

I've said from the get-go that I don't mind ppl having a different opinion from me, just as long as we can discuss things respectfully and peacefully. 😌❤

[wonieleles]

♡ OMG IT'S A LOVE LETTER ADDRESSED TO YOU ♡ if you recieve this ask, it means that you're appreciated and loved and beautiful ♡ whoever sent this to you hopes that you're taking care of yourself and staying hydrated ♡ remember to do things that make you happy and stay true to yourself ♡ feel free to pass on the love but it's totally alright if you break the chain :D

ana ☹️☹️ thank you so much for this (even tho i saw this kinda late) it really made my day <33 ily and make sure to take care of yourself as well !!

[drunk-on-hwa]

♡ OMG IT'S A LOVE LETTER ADDRESSED TO YOU ♡ if you recieve this ask, it means that you're appreciated and loved and beautiful ♡ whoever sent this to you hopes that you're taking care of yourself and staying hydrated ♡ remember to do things that make you happy and stay true to yourself ♡ feel free to pass on the love but it's totally alright if you break the chain :D

Awww thank you so much love! That made my day!! Hope you have a wonderful day 💖☺️🫰🏻

[boba-beom]

♡ OMG IT'S A LOVE LETTER ADDRESSED TO YOU ♡ if you recieve this ask, it means that you're appreciated and loved and beautiful ♡ whoever sent this to you hopes that you're taking care of yourself and staying hydrated ♡ remember to do things that make you happy and stay true to yourself ♡ feel free to pass on the love but it's totally alright if you break the chain :D

Thank you so much for this, lovely :c you're so sweet for this and because this made my day even more I'll pass it on <3

[jasesims]

Not a ask but saw your resolution and know you're NOT worthless. You ARE approachable-friendly-outgoing-and cuter than you know. Know your worth and have a awesome year my friend!!!!

Aww… Thank you so freaking much! You just made my day so much better. 🩷

Honestly, I wish this wasn’t anonymous, but I totally get it, and wish that I could give whoever sent this a big ass hug! 🫂

Whoever you are, thank you again! You just put a huge smile on my face and a little more pep in my step!✨

[zootplayz]

Founding a Legacy

Damien has decided he's not making as much money as he could be in his 9 to 5 job so he applied for some scholarships to go back to school and really start bringing in the dough.

While he awaited results he distracted himself with some casual woohoo with his favorite hook-up call, Luna Villareal.

Sure she's dumb as a stump but she's a mighty fine roll in the hay. Damien finally got the news he was accepted into a distinguished history degree with a full ride to Britechester after receiving various scholarships. That of course brings up the question of what to do with his favorite girl.

Yeah, Lucifer is a girl - check your facts next time Zoot. As usual, Mom was there and happily took Luci in despite how angry it made Malcolm. This just made the deal that much sweeter for Damien. What was not sweet was moving into your new dorm and your gross-ass roommate starts making the moves on your clueless mother!

Just moved in and already our boy hates everyone around him. Damien couldn't stand what he was seeing and never wanting to upset his mother he chose to explore the campus and was just in awe of the fact he was the first sim to experience the true university experience.

Then some hateful little wanna-be goth - so-called Pleasant chick went and ruined the whole thing by defacing the symbol of learning and ruining Damien's moment.

Who the hell enrolled these peasants? Damien found a sense of accomplishment in his work for the school. Because every good grade gets him that much closer to rolling in simoleons.

But eventually, he would have to return to his dorm and deal with these jackass roommates he was assigned.

Damien's not the weak kid he once was and now he gives the black eyes.

Whoever said you can't have more enemies than your generation's rules state? Damien spent almost all of his time studying and had very little time for socialization. Besides, look at the people around here, they are not exactly his equals. But as usual, his kind mom convinced him to get out there and meet people, there's more to life than money she would say. Damien didn't believe a word of that but he heeded his mothers' advice and headed to the campus bar. Was challenged (you dare challenge me?!) to a game of juice pong by some tech nerd from Foxbury and Damien made sure this twit knew who was on top.

But Damien's not as young as these kids and with each passing semester he can feel his time as a young adult ending and he desperately wants to leave a legacy behind him.

Being so focused on the almighty simoleon, however, there is no one in his life but Luna. Guess she's going to have to do.

Nearing the end of his university days (thank you Watcher) the roommates finally started contributing and brought Damien, food!

Seriously, that was the high point of my university experience with Damien. As usual, I could not wait to get my sim out of there. I'll definitely be sticking with school from home absolutely love that! Not interested in the experience my sims just want to earn more dough and get professional jobs. That's why Damien went and while he was away at school some peasants moved into his bug-infested shack in Strangerville. But that was no skin off Damien's nose his mother had sent him the key and deed to his old home back in Oasis Springs. Seems that as Malcolm's elder days approach, he becomes easier and easier to manipulate by his sweetly evil wife. Once Damien had those he planned a whole renovation of the property. He did all this while getting top marks in school. So when he finally graduated the house was ready.

Damien is truly a force to be reckoned with. It was good to be back in the Oasis with his Luci.

Man, I missed that dog. Damien has changed so much since he left that everyone believes he is a newcomer to the area. Which is perfectly fine by him he isn't that sweet little boy anymore. Damien isn't totally alone however he does have a family that he cares for immensely. Well minus his father and I pity anyone that hurts his young berry cousins.

And then there's Luna, sweet, stupid, clueless and innocent Luna who never says no.

When she showed up months later to tell Damien they were going to have a baby he was thrilled!

Because frankly if she had just gotten that out of shape he was going to have to find another booty call. But pregnancy is far better news, this means he can start his legacy but it's gotta be done right. No child of his was going to be called a Villareal.

What, did you expect some sort of ceremony Luna? Maybe you should learn how to say no. When Luna moved in she didn't come alone. She brought her families dog Princess with her.

Initially, Damien was annoyed but this sweet face hides a dark soul underneath, kind of like his mom. But we are getting ahead of ourselves. After his graduation and with his distinguished degree Damien was able to land a job as a high-paying judge.

I pray for anyone put before his bench. They better have deep pockets. Just like that Damien is shedding the days of young adult.

And burgeoning into the founder of a legacy to be respected.

Good luck Luna.

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