#[ musings of a stressed out chef || musings ]
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lemonade
neighbor!bucky barnes x housewife!reader
devastated by the spreading talk of your husband’s affair, you’re desperate to find a way to get back at him— and who to do it with.
warnings: smut (cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manhandling, praise & light degradation, creampie, breeding) mutual cheating, insecurities, hints to abusive relationships
(highly inspired by this song)
“How is it?”
The incessant whirring of the washing machine is tunneling in your head, adding to the stress induced migraine you’ve already received. But the man in front of you is more than chipper, smiling as he takes in more of the pie you’ve prepared.
“Amazing.” James compliments, mouth full of cherries and crust.
You give him a smile; weak, barely breaching your smile lines- but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything.
“You just seemed hungry.” You muse. “Working outside all morning has gotta make you starved.”
“Well, I won’t turn down a fresh pie, that’s for sure.” He says, washing his mouth down with the lemonade you generously whipped up.
“Your husbands gonna be one happy man, comin’ home to this.” James wipes his face down with a patterned napkin, leaning back into the oakwood dining chair.
You stare ahead blankly, trying to push away the anxiety that’s eating into your stomach like termites— but nothing goes. You can’t explain what you’re feeling, what you’ve been hearing. The secret your husband has been keeping of his affair had no longer been kept, revealed to you by your best friend in town.
She told you about how she saw him, heard him with one of his female colleagues, noticed how much time they spend together daily. How often they both seem to be working late.
The pain you had felt had eaten at you rabidly. You spent days festering, barely able to clean the house without breaking down in sobs, thankful that your husband worked a nine to five and didn’t see the way he made you ache.
You couldn’t give him that. You wouldn’t.
“He’s working late today.” You say, smile deteriorating. “Probably won’t be home until I’m asleep. He’s not that big of a fan of my cooking, anyway.”
James’ eyebrows furrow, “Does he not have tastebuds? You’re a genius in the kitchen, I swear.”
That makes your cheeks heat up, adding to the warmth of the summer weather. “Well, thank you, James.”
“Friends call me Bucky.” He winks, crossing his arms against his chest.
“Bucky it is.” You say.
Bucky is a well-dressed, hard working man from across the street, always tending to his yard or making the exterior of his house fresh. You had always found him attractive. From the day he moved in a few months back he had been in the back of your mind, swirling.
You kept pushing it back, determined to be a faithful doting wife— but it seems that ideal was one-sided.
That gave you an excuse, and excuse to make your vaulted desires come forward. You won’t let your husband see you suffer, but you will let him see you thrive.
You even put on your nicest dress.
“You don’t work?” Bucky asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, no.” You say, “I’m a homemaker.”
“You should be a chef.” He jokes, picking at his plate with a fork.
You giggle, “I don’t have the time.”
“Eh, well,” He says, cleaning off the rest of his dish, “Guess I’ll have to be your pie test subject, then.”
That makes you smile, but more genuine- a spread of butterflies flowing inside your stomach.
You stand up to grab his plate, picking it up and carrying it to the sink to wash.
“Oh, I would’ve gotten that.” Bucky says, sitting up.
“No, no, it’s fine!” You say. “You’ve been working. I got it.”
You bend down to get dish soap, making a show of letting your dress skirt ride up to air your white, lace panties. You linger for just a second too long, before coming back up and actually washing his plate.
As you head back, you wipe off your skirt, dusting off anything that had gotten on it. You don’t miss the way he stares at your thighs, nor the way his eyes drift to your chest as you lean forward.
“I should probably go. Gotta lot to work on.”
As he stands, you grasp his arm, stopping him. “So soon? I could make you some more lemonade.”
You watch as he eyes your hand on his arm, thumbing his flannel with rubbed circles, then gazing back at you.
“As much as I’d love that, I’m pretty behind. I’ll definitely be back, sweets.”
You smile, reaching to paw at his other arm. “I like your company. It gets lonely here, without my husband… having you around is nice.”
“I’m glad.” Bucky says, staring down at you. “I like your company, too, doll.”
You bite down on your lip, playing at the strings of his flannel. “Then why don’t you stay? Just for a little while longer?”
Bucky’s eyes narrow, taking a long, considerate pause.
“If I didn’t know any better-“ He notes, speaking slowly, “I’d say you had ulterior motives for invitin’ me over.”
You give him your best doe-eyed look, letting him sit in the silence.
Of course you did. You got up early, dawned on your nicest matching lingerie set and prettiest dress- just to bake a pie and lemonade for him. It’s pathetic, it’s desperate, but you haven’t felt this giddy since you first started dating your husband.
Bucky’s eyes widen just enough to expose the whites of it. He doesn’t know what to say, really, eyes flickering from to every point he can, debating every option that’s being presented to him on fucking porcelain.
“Your husband…” He trails.
“He’s not here.” You note. “He won’t be for a while. I told you he’s working late.”
“Doll…”
“Yeah?”
“What are you playin’ at here, exactly?”
You contemplate what to say, how to say it. You’re unsure if it’s even a good idea, if you’re more motivated by revenge or desire— but both are clouding your head.
“I want you to fuck me like he never could.”
Bucky can’t help the way his mouth opens. He can feel his cock throb in his jeans, already half hard since he saw you in that godforsaken dress. You’re like the devil.
“I don’t wanna be the guy who ruins a marriage.” He objects, despite his own desires.
“Trust me,” Your hand rises up to grip his face, “It’s already been ruined.”
Bucky’s hands move almost against his will. Sliding down your back, hovering over your ass under your dress, his breathing shaky.
“He doesn’t fuck you right? That it?”
“He doesn’t fuck me at all, cause he’s too busy fucking another woman.”
That settles it for him.
His mouth practically swallows yours, hands grabbing your ass with force while his tongue invades your mouth. You can do nothing but moan, whining into his throat as you hold onto him.
He turns, picking you up and placing you on the kitchen table. You clatter against silverware, but he pushes them off before they stab into your skin- letting them clammer onto the tiled floor.
He moves to press open mouth kisses on your neck, already pulling the cups of your dress down, followed by your bra to reveal your breasts. He wraps a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking as he massages the other one, reveling in the way you moan above him.
Bucky’s pushing up your skirt, pressing kisses down your stomach and your legs. He mouths around your inner thighs, teasing to where you need him most.
“Please,” You pant, pinching at your own nipples.
Bucky sliiiiides your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the ground beneath you. He lets out a grunt at the sight of your pussy, glistening and wet. Just for him.
“Your husband make you this wet?”
“Mm-mm,” You hum, “Never.”
That makes him grin. A shit-eating, cocky, son-of-a-bitch grin, but god, is it sexy.
He presses kisses to your mound, before licking a broad stripe up your folds. That has you moaning, legs squirming- but he’s quick to hold you back down.
You’re gasping while he sucks around your clit, fingers catching in your wet hole and sliding in and out. He’s moaning at your taste, sending vibrations against your clit that have you reeling.
He’s practically buried himself inside your cunt, devouring you like cherry pie. His mouth moves to suck down, before his tongue slides into your hole, his fingers replacing his tongues previous placement at your clit.
“I’m- I’m close,” You whine, pulling at his dark hair.
You feel his movements get faster, urging you to teeter off that edge. The high he’s building is unlike one you’ve felt— it’s cold, lighting inside your legs and stomach, building up so tight you can feel it about to snap.
And when it finally does, Bucky has to hold you still. He’s moaning with you, letting you ride out your orgasm by using his face.
When you come down, you’re panting, watching as he comes back up with a glistening mouth. He wipes off the sides, sucking around his fingers to get the last of your taste.
You reach out for him, which he gladly accepts. He brings you in for another kiss, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Mhm,” You moan, legs still tingling with a post-orgasmic haze.
“Say it, honey.” Bucky grunts, pulling down his boxers and stroking at his cock. You whimper at the sight— it’s thick, bigger than your husband’s, tip practically weeping.
“I need you to fuck me, please, I want it so fucking bad.” You beg, watching as he slides the head of his cock around your folds. “Please.”
Bucky’s cock catches in your hole, sliding into your wet heat with ease. You both whine at the feeling of him bottoming out, pressing kisses around every piece of skin on the other you can reach.
“Fuck,” He moans. “So fuckin’ tight, honey— he really doesn’t fuck ya, does he? This was all you needed, a good fuck, someone to make you cum hard, treat ya like the little slut you are. Well I’m here, honey, and I’m fuckin’- shit, I’m not leaving.”
He starts to fuck into you, balls slapping against your ass with the furious pace he’s already set. He’s grunting, groaning at the feeling of your warm cunt, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Yeah,” You moan, whining at the feeling of him using your pussy, “Fuck, just like that, please!”
“Yeah? You like that?” He moans, “Like me fuckin’ using your pussy?”
You can’t reply- too fucked out. You just moan, mumbling incoherently, pussy clenching around his moving length.
Bucky slaps at one of your tits; making you yelp, but then he sucks the nipple into his mouth with a groan. You tug at his hair, reveling in how it makes him borderline whimper.
You rub circles around your clit, desperate to get off, despite already coming so recently. He grunts at the sight, pulling off your nipple with a pop—
“Fuck, you gonna cum again?” Bucky groans, grabbing your hips to fuck into you harder, “It feels that good? Fuck, Wanna see you cream on my cock, be a good girl. C’mon.”
Another orgasm washes over you. It’s not as intense as the first one, but still leg twitching, making you curl into yourself.
“Oh god, that’s fuckin’ it,” Bucky groans, gasping, “Feels so good, baby, you have no idea.”
You whine in overstimulation as he keeps fucking you, whimpering when he reaches down to start rubbing your clit again.
“Need you to give me one more.”
“I can’t,” You whine.
“You can.” He rasps, “You fuckin’ will. Be a good girl, doll, gimme one more. Fuck, I need it.”
You’re clawing at his back, wetness practically drenching his cock. You know you’re leaving scratch marks, probably even drawing blood- but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it spurs him on.
“I’m coming,” You whine, “Oh god, I can’t-“
Your third orgasm rips through you sharper than the others, leaving you trembling under his hold. All you can hear his harsh groans and grunts, praising you for how good you did for him.
“Shit,” Bucky grunts, sweat dripping down his face, “I’m so fuckin’ close.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer and locking him inside.
“Fuck, honey-“ He stutters, “I gotta pull out, I can’t- you gotta let go, I can’t pull out.”
You shake your head, whining, “Cum in me, please.”
That makes him whine. “You want me to come in you? Fill up that slutty pussy?”
You nod rapidly, clenching your legs around him tighter. You can tell he’s close by how his thrusts stutter, cock throbbing inside your cunt.
“Your husbands gonna come home today, not knowing his pretty little wife has a pussy full of another man’s cum,” Bucky taunts, “But you love that, don’t you?”
“Yeah- yes, I love it.” You moan, grabbing onto him.
“Oh god- beg me for it.”
“Please cum inside me.”
“Fuck, you can do better than that,”
“Please!” You shout, “Cum inside me, I want it- I want it so fucking bad. I need you to fill up my pussy, please, Bucky.”
With one last, loud, bellowing groan, he stills above you, pumping you full of every last drop he has. He almost fully collapses, both of you left panting and spent.
After a moment, he stands up, wiping the sweat off his forehead before helping you correct your clothing malfunctions.
“Hey, uh,” Bucky says, pushing your hair back out of your face. “You ever make another pie that needs testing, you know where to find me.”
#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#sebastian stan x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#sebastian stan smut#my writing#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction
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green like her eyes (part 1) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)
part 2
summary: you and melissa enjoy smoking weed together to blow off steam from work. this time, things get really steamy.
warnings: sexual content (18+), recreational marijuana use, some emotional/romantic story elements (fluff? more like intense mutual pining), trippy scenes and a general dark aura at times but it's cute
notes: i'm back! consume drugs responsibly, folks. this story is different from my usual content and loosely based on an ex-situationship lol. part 1 sets up the relationship between mel and reader, and part 2 (hopefully coming in the next few days) will feature some more sexual tension and smut. comments and feedback appreciated as always 💚
melissa never would have guessed that you were as young as you were when she met you. unlike other teachers your age, you had a natural air of maturity about you. you were confident but not cocky, passionate (but not annoyingly so, like janine), and smart but not smug about it. in a word, you were cool. and melissa was hooked. with the natural chemistry between the two of you, you became fast friends.
you never meant for melissa to find out about your extracurricular interest in marijuana, but it just slipped out one day. you were too comfortable around her to hold anything back.
"god, what a week it's been," you mused, sitting on her desk as you watched her pack up for the weekend. "i just need to curl up on my couch, put on some netflix, and maybe smoke..."
"smoke what?" she asked reflexively, and you knew she was a keeper.
in the conversation that followed, you and melissa made plans to smoke together that night. what started as a fun experiment soon became routine stress relief. you'd go over to melissa's house every friday night and make full use of the weed from one of her many 'guys'. because melissa cared about your safety, she never let you drive home. you'd just have to sleep over. and since she wouldn't let you sleep on the couch—'the last thing ya need at your age is back pain!'—you would just have to sleep in her bed. with her.
with the introduction of this shared interest, your relationship with melissa became much more intimate. for starters, melissa's touches were always bolder on friday nights. while she wasn't shy about touching you sober—drifting her hand along your lower back as she brushed past you, rubbing your shoulders when you looked stressed in the breakroom—the touches were different after a joint or two. hungrier.
where you were a giggly and whimsical stoner, melissa was definitely a touchy one. you two would sit on her couch, practically on top of each other while you watched movies or played video games. you'd talk animatedly about whatever was happening on the tv; she'd watch your face and trace featherlight patterns on your thighs. and your belly. and maybe also the swell of your ass, when she thought she could get away with it.
she always could.
...
after the success of ava fest, the two of you were on top of the world. tonight's would be the best sleepover yet.
"we got lots to celebrate, sweet pea," melissa had covertly whispered in your ear as people filed out of the gym. you knew what she meant and your face warmed, causing you to look away bashfully. melissa thought you were the cutest thing.
when you let yourself in the front door that night, you were met with the mesmerizing sight of melissa rolling a joint on her kitchen counter. she smirked as you faltered in the doorway, eyes lingering on her working fingers. she rubbed the flower between her fingertips, and your mind betrayed you with a filthy image.
"y/n? you comin' in?" melissa's amused voice brought you out of your trance and you kicked your boots off, closing the door behind you. melissa didn't miss the way your skirt lifted and swirled with your movements.
"looking good, chef schemmenti," you gestured between melissa and the joint-in-progress. at this she smiled, trying not to stare at your breasts and legs as you moved closer in that damn outfit.
you leaned against the counter across from her, making sure to push your tits forward while doing so. you winked at melissa, whose cheeks had turned a shade pinker, and motioned for her to continue rolling up.
"thanks, hon. this stuff's supposed to be top-shelf. gelato, i think they said," melissa's south philly accent was clear as she spoke.
you smiled in appreciation. melissa knew you liked to research what you smoked before you got high on it. you picked up your phone to look up the strain, but then you saw melissa bring the paper up to her lips.
her tongue darted out and drew a line across the paper, allowing melissa to seal the joint. she held eye contact with you the entire time, and you swore she could read your mind. it was like she knew you were thinking about her tongue sweeping through your folds and circling your bundle.
you knew it was wrong; it had to be. she was your coworker, and so much older with more experience in every aspect of life. but that was exactly what attracted you to her.
"whaddaya say? wanna light this one up?" melissa held the joint up to your line of sight, an amused glint in her eyes.
...
minutes later you were standing on her balcony, huddled together to keep the wind from putting out the flame. melissa took the first hit, blowing an impressive cloud of smoke from her full lips and into the sky. you felt dizzy watching the way her lips curled into an 'o' around the smoke.
when she passed the joint to you, you were determined to prove yourself. you took a long inhale, and in seconds you were coughing furiously. melissa chuckled under her breath, but reached out to rub your back. her touch felt electric.
"you okay, hon? i would call an ambulance, but this community doesn't need to know what ms. schemmenti and ms. y/l/n do behind closed doors," she joked, drawing circles on your back.
"yeah, i'm alright," you rasped out, brushing tears from your eyes. "my lungs just need a break." melissa paused a moment at that, looking deep in thought.
"do you trust me?" she finally asked after a prolonged silence. you nodded firmly, staring deep into her probing eyes. they were as green as the trees in her backyard.
melissa took another hit of the joint and leaned in, and before you knew it her mouth was on yours. her tongue swiped along your bottom lip, and your lips parted to welcome her in. she blew a steady stream of smoke into your mouth, and you accepted it greedily.
"there. feel better?" melissa whispered as she pulled away from you. her pupils were blown, and you felt high on the look she gave you alone. you both grinned.
the rest of the session went that way. melissa would take sizable hits of the joint, then shotgun the smoke into your mouth for you. you didn't touch the joint for the rest of the night; if you wanted a direct hit, melissa would hold it up to your lips while her other arm rested on your waist.
melissa was right about the weed being high-quality. you felt like you were floating in her arms as she held you by the waist—keeping you upright in your disoriented state. as she finished off the last of the joint, you looked out at the woods behind melissa's house. the trees seemed closer to you now, and you felt like reaching out and touching the branches as they danced in the wind.
"honey?" melissa's soft voice echoed in your head and you turned to face her. her eyes seemed to swirl and sparkle like emerald pools. but there was also a dark edge to them, reminding you of the beckoning woods.
"let's go for a walk."
...
though it wasn't your typical pastime, you quite liked walking while high. your legs moved on autopilot, and you could hardly feel them carrying you across the dark earth. there was a walking path through the woods behind melissa's house. you strolled side-by-side with the older woman, leaning on her for support when your balance failed you.
"mel, look!" you grabbed her hand and stopped on the path, your other hand pointing up to the sky. "it's a full moon! pretty, right?"
"beautiful..." melissa responded, not at all looking at the moon. her gaze was fixed on your face, which seemed to glow under the moonlight. when her finger stroked the back of your hand absently, you shivered and looked back at her. the expression on her face was soft, even peaceful. with her mouth forming a half-smile and her eyes slightly unfocused, it seemed like she had finally dropped her guard. realizing she had been caught staring, melissa quickly pivoted.
"i always liked the sun better, though," she said as you both resumed walking. the moon's shine weakened then, as if obscured by a cloud. melissa stole a glance at you, noticing how your hair looked a shade darker in the dimmer light. she wanted to stroke it, hold it up to all different colors of light and watch its hues and highlights change.
"huh. why?" you wondered aloud. melissa considered your question a while before answering.
"because you can't run from it," melissa said plainly. "i never liked hidin' in the shadows. you can do that at night. but then the sun comes up, and it's bright and warm, and you can't stay down. you gotta wake up and be somebody."
you heard her words in every corner of your head, her deep voice flowing through you. maybe you were high, but there seemed to be a strong force—almost like gravity—pulling you towards melissa. not just physically, but mentally. you wanted to tell her how smart she was, how charming and powerful and fucking sexy. you wanted to tell her that she was the sun burning brightly at the center of your world.
unfortunately, in your hazy headspace, you couldn't find the words to express all this to her. but you sure tried.
"and the sun is hot and fiery, like you," you almost whispered the last two words, but melissa caught them. she brushed off the compliment with a low laugh and a squeeze of your hand, still clasped in hers.
"sure, hon," she murmured. then you started to feel the stirrings of a rainstorm. cold droplets of water kissed your head and ran down your torso, and you looked to melissa for guidance. by now, you two were pretty far from melissa's house; you'd need to head back soon to avoid getting soaked.
melissa gave you a nod and you both began to run back towards the house, the wind howling in your ears and water beating steadily on your joined hands.
to be continued...
#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti/reader#melissa schemmenti x y/n#melissa schemmenti#melissa schemmenti x you#abbott elementary fanfic#wlw fanfic
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hi! just thinking about carmy and the reader having a heated argument and then just ending up making out while in the middle of discussing
thank you <3
Hiiii thanks for this!! Sorry I’m just now getting around to it xo
He’d be such a little shit constantly.
Wether it’d be taking it out on you when things got too busy and hectic in the kitchen, or getting overwhelmed and throwing a fit, screaming his lungs out, chewing your head off if you were in his way, he was a absolute nuisance. You hated Carmy on bad days.
But on good days, he was really good. He’d take extra time to explain things to you, run you through recipes and cooking techniques. You’d stay late and have deep conversations, muse about the future of the restaurant together. It always made your heart beat fast and your cheeks flush when you’d see him the next day. He had a gentleness that was almost no where to be found under high-stress situations.
Today was one of those. It was a bad day. It was busy. The truck came in late and half empty. And you kept upsetting Carmy.
Strike one: you’d ripped the green tape like an asshole.
Carmy came storming into the kitchen holding it up for all to see, “Who the fuck does this? Chefs? How many times do I have to tell you to stop. Ripping. Tape. Like. Assholes!” He punctuated each word.
“My bad, chef.” You responded, barely paying him a glance as you busied yourself with work.
He came over to you then, as everyone went back to work, and sternly spoke; “I expect more from you chef, really.”
“Sorry, chef.” You responded, still staring down at your hands chopping scallions.
“Look at me… please.” The way his voice sounded when he said the last word drew you in, for some reason.
You looked up and met his icy eyes. “It won’t happen again, chef.”
He simply nodded and walked away, getting back to his own work and unsettling you for the rest of the day.
Strike two: walking out during rush.
You just had to get out of there. You were sweating so much you were almost convinced you had heat exhaustion. Your head was pounding and the general noise of the restaurant and kitchen along with the staff was making you dizzy.
Not to mention Carmy’s yelling. Jesus Christ, he had a set of lungs. Each passing minute of this day, you were getting more and more fed up with him. He had a mean streak in that kitchen, likely, you assumed, something he’d picked up in New York from the big shots.
Or maybe his parents, or maybe his clear inability to confront his emotions, you didn’t know and you were desperately trying to get your mind off of him.
In the heart of the kitchen, the bell ringing, the printer spitting out countless receipts, dishes clattering, and above all, Carmy’s angry voice booming, you felt like you were going to pass out. Feeling your mouth go dry and fingers go numb, you sprinted out of the restaurant, leant against the back alley and finally breathed.
When you collected yourself and returned to the kitchen 5 minutes later, Carmy was pissed.
“Where the fuck were you, chef? I needed you!” He shouted once he saw you walk through the back.
“I needed a minute, chef.” You responded calmly. He got close to you again.
“Are you blind, chef? Do you not see how swamped we are? Hmm? You didn’t even want to let me know?” You were thankful he wasn’t shouting anymore, but his voice was still venomous, shooting to kill.
You turned around in looked him in the eyes, a silent plead to let the moment go.
“What is it?” He asked, confused.
“I just got really overwhelmed, Carmy…. I needed a second, okay? I’m here to help now.” You said the words gently.
Carmy straightened up, nodded, and rubbed his fist in circles against his chest. That was that.
You thought you were finally done with fighting him for the day, until close.
Strike 3: the corner
It was late. You were tired. Everyone had gone home. You were quickly wrapping up your closing duties and sprinting around the restaurant so you could get home and cuddled up in your bed as soon as possible.
You weren’t paying attention, and you had your earbuds in, listening to music to help you get in your closing groove.
You were rounding a corner when you crashed straight into Carmy. You recoiled back and rubbed your nose as he rubbed his head. Pulling one earbud out, you glanced down. At your feet were 3 broken cans of red sauce, spilled onto the newly mopped floor.
You looked up to see Carmy glaring at you.
“CORNER! I said fuckin’ corner….” He groaned.
You shot down and began picking up the cans.
“Those earbuds… take ‘em out, right now.” He reached out and opened his palm.
“Are you serious?” You began prepping the mop.
“Yes, chef.” With the tone he took, the title almost sounded degrading.
You grit your teeth and placed them in his out-stretched hand.
“Great, now I have to be here another 30 minutes so we can get that cleaned and dry.”
“Fine, Go home, Carmy. I can lockup. I’ll manage. Please, leave.” You said.
He looked taken aback.
“No. I can’t leave the premises until every employee is gone.”
“Who made that rule?” It sounded like he had made it up on the spot.
“I did…. You gotta get home safe, it’s the city.”
You rolled your eyes at this and he looked at you confused.
“What?”
“Nothing, chef.” You shrugged your shoulders.
“No, tell me.”
“I’ll be fine. I want you to go. I can take care of myself”
“Im not sure you can, chef.” He said it with a mocking chuckle that made you clench your fists.
“You underestimate me carmy. That’s all you do. Since I started, you don’t think I can do anything right.”
“Because you can’t!” He shouted exasperatedly.
“Yes I can! You don’t give me the chance! You have no faith in me!”
“It was our busiest day in a month and you were a mess the entire time!” He prickled
“I was a mess? I ripped tape wrong, yeah. I took a 5 minute break because your damn-near verbal abuse of the staff was overwhelming me, and I’m sorry I ran into you, but seriously Carmy, get a hold of yourself. How are you gonna run a restaurant if you can’t even regulate your own stupid emotions?” You huffed at the end of your little speech, slightly pleased for sticking up for yourself.
Carmy was not pleased. In fact he looked kinda scary right now. You couldn’t read him, but you could tell what you said affected him.
“Leave. You’re cut.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re cut.”
“You’re firing me?” You scoffed
“Leave your apron on the counter I’ll email your last check.”
You were flabbergasted. You searched his eyes, hoping he was bluffing.
“Go home, Chef.” He repeated.
“You know Carmy, I really don’t think you’re a bad person. You’re not a bad person.”
“Shut up.” He interrupted you.
“You get overwhelmed like me.”
“Stop”
“And it pushes you until you’re at a breaking point before you can check yourself. But you’re a good boss. And you’ve changed this restaurant. And you’re a good person.”
He doesn’t protest to this statement, he doesn’t say anything.
You begin to turn around to leave, mustering a goodbye;
“Thanks for the opportunity, Chef Car—” you’re suddenly pulled back around by a hand latched to your elbow. You’re now flush to Carmy’s chest, noses touching.
And all at once, your lips are touching. At first you’re confused, trying to understand if this is really happening, if Carmy Berzatto was really kissing you. You could sense the same sort of anxious stiffness from him. You were still so mad.
But his lips were smooth and gentle, and your stomach filled with butterflies even though a minute ago you could’ve stabbed him.
At first it was more like a short peck. The two of you pulled apart and looked into each others eyes, scanning scared and eager faces.
You wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and placed your hand in his hair, urging him to come closer. He obliged, returning and deepening the kiss with fervor.
His strong arm came around to hold the small of your back, his other resting at the nape of your neck, hand stretching out and thumb brushing against your jaw.
You softly licked into his mouth, earning a guttural sound from him in response.
After that, he was everywhere, pulling you close, hands gingerly traveling the expanses of your clothed body. You smelled his cologne and sweat after the work day, you tasted a bit of the cigarette left on his tongue from his smoke break, your hands twisted around his soft curls. Every sense was filled with Carmy.
The kiss was incredible, you had to admit. You never imagined Carmy could kiss like this, could give you this much of himself, all of this raw emotion. He was so tender with every beginning brush of his lips, before slowly becoming ravenous and desperate for more. Your stomach was in knots and you were getting antsy, wanting more too and knowing you should put an end to it.
Luckily, he pulled away for air first, saving you the chore. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing rapidly.
“That was…” he began, slightly speechless.
“A one time thing.” You finished quickly, pulling away.
Carmy met your panicked gaze and just fuckin’ smirked at you, as if he knew how severely you were lying to yourself.
You grabbed your bag in a hurry and began walking towards the door.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Carmy asked.
“That depends. Am I fired?”
“Obviously not.”
“Then yeah, I guess. In like… a purely professional work way, yes you will see me tomorrow.”
“Yeah, uh-huh.” He smiled and opened the door for you, starting to walk out along side you.
“Um.. what are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car,” Carmy replied, “company policy.”
He winked at you and you turned your head, blushing into the night sky.
#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto smut#carmy imagine#carmy the bear#carmy x you#carmy x reader#the bear#the bear imagine#carmy smut#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy fluff#carmy angst#carmy request#ask
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LOVE.
“Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise and changes your life forever.”
Carmen “Carmy” Berzatto + Sunshine!Fem!Reader
note: this is my first work since going on a break that was too long so this work might be rough on the edges. this is my first for carmy too so ik i can do better so plssssss send in requests if you have some :)
js a small blurb:) i love love
In the pulsating world of culinary passion, where flames dance and flavors collide, two hearts discovered a captivating harmony. Meet Carmy Berzatto, short for Carmen, an intense and driven chef, whose every fiber was consumed by the pursuit of culinary excellence. And there was YN LN a vibrant and radiant spirit, whose infectious joy lit up even the darkest corners of Carmy’s world.
With their first meeting at the supermarket, both of their shopping carts colliding as they awkwardly fumble their way through the crowded aisles. Embarrassed yet amused, they both shared a nervous laugh, their initial discomfort slowly giving their way to a shared sense of camaraderie.
Over time, “chance” encounters in the supermarket slowly became intentional. Carmy and YN found themselves gravitating towards the same shelves, engrossed in conversations about the most peculiar products and exchanging recommendations for obscure recipes.
And as they continued to explore the aisles together, they discovered shared interests and passions beyond the supermarket’s walls. They found themselves engaging in activities that pushed them out of their comfort zones. With Carmy cooking dinner, as YN watches him from the counter with heart-shaped eyes. They fit perfectly.
Carmy’s culinary career demanded his unwavering dedication, his focus on perfection pushing him to the edge of his limits. Amidst the intensity of his craft, he often found himself drowning in a sea of stress and pressure. But then YN appeared, like a gentle breeze on a scorching day, bringing with her a tranquility that soothed Carmy’s restless soul.
With her contagious laughter and warm embrace, YN became the anchor in Carmy’s stormy sea. She knew exactly when to wrap him in her arms, easing his burden and reminding him to breathe. In her presence, Carmy found comfort from the relentless demands of his career, a safe place where he could be vulnerable and find respite.
YN, the epitome of sunshine, understood the delicate art of balance. She brought lightness and playfulness into Carmy’s life, helping him rediscover the joy in simple moments. Together, they embarked on adventures that took them far from the confines of the kitchen, reveling in the beauty of nature and the pleasures of the everyday.
With YN by his side, Carmy learned that life was not just about achieving perfection, but also about savoring the sweetness of love and laughter. Through her unwavering support and unwavering belief in his talent, she became his muse, igniting his creativity and reminding him of the wonders that lie beyond the culinary realm.
In the quiet moments shared between them, Carmy found his heart opening, revealing a vulnerability he never knew existed. YN’s presence, like a balm for his weary soul, inspired him to find a healthier balance between his passion and personal life, realizing that love and happiness were as important as culinary triumphs.
Their love story unfolded like a perfectly timed symphony, with Carmy’s intensity harmonizing with YN’s warmth and love for life. In each other's arms, they discovered a sanctuary where stress melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and contentment.
As their love deepened, Carmy learned to appreciate the power of YN’s sunshine, not just in his life but also in the lives of those around him. Together, they created a house of joy and tranquility, a respite from the whirlwind of culinary pursuits.
In the magical dance of their love, the pair found a balance that elevated both their spirits. They became each other's pillars of strength, supporting and uplifting one another as they navigated the challenges of life's delicious journey.
In the embrace of their love, Carmy discovered that his work doesn’t need to consume his entire being, while YN reveled in the fulfillment of nurturing and uplifting the one she cherished. Together, they proved that the union of an intense chef and a sunshine girl could create a harmony that transcended the culinary world, forging a love that was as tantalizing as the most exquisite dish.
#carmen berzatto × reader#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto fanfic#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmen berzatto fic#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto one shot#carmy berzatto imagines#the bear x reader#the bear imagines#carmy berzatto × reader#carmy berzatto fanfic#carmy berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto angst#jadeittic
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Team Effort
Title: Team Effort
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Reader
Summary: JJ has a hard time dealing with Ash going on a mission.
Word Count: 702
Pt. 2 to Sniped
JJ paused at the door as she saw Ash's bags. It was a reminder that in just a couple of days, she'd be all alone for the next several weeks. Ash was supposed to be done with the special operations. She had, in a more official capacity, retired. Unofficially, there was no better shot than her.
"Oh good, I thought I heard you come in." Ash greeted JJ with a quick hug and kiss, just like she always did. JJ didn't want to think about having to go without their little shows of affection for that long.
"Yeah, sorry it took so long. Traffic was horrible," JJ said. Ash could tell that the blonde was clearly distracted. JJ always got a little weird whenever Ash went away on missions. Ash didn't know if it was the time spent apart that upset JJ so much or the idea of Ash being in danger.
Technically, Ash never felt like she was in any sort of danger. Her job was the safest one in the squad's. She was always the furthest away from whatever the actual danger was. Ash was a long range sniper, generally shooting from hundreds of yards away from the blast zones. It was highly unlikely for anybody to even know where she was shooting from.
"Come on, I made us something for dinner." Ash ushered JJ towards the dining room. There was nothing particularly special laid out, but it still meant the world to JJ that Ash tried. Especially since JJ knew how important it was for Ash to use this time to get herself in the right headspace. The smoother the operation went, the quicker that Ash would be back in DC with JJ.
"I wonder how different our lives would be if you decided to become a chef instead," JJ mused. Ash had spent her teenage years working as a cook in her parents' restaurant, and it was not something that she could have done any longer than she did. It was stressful as a job, but Ash loved cooking as a hobby.
"We wouldn't know each other. I'd have kept my sorry ass in Iowa and married some big farm boy," Ash said. JJ could tell that Ash knew the specifics of what her life would have been. They didn't talk about that sort of thing very often, and for good reason. "Enough about hypotheticals, I'm leaving soon and I'd like to actually enjoy my time with you."
"I wish you would just tell them no," JJ said.
"Look, when I signed the resignation papers, I wasn't ready to go yet. I like being an independent contract, it means I can stay here with you instead of having to run back and forth between here and the training center. I doubt that you're suddenly willing to uproot your life and move." Ash had a good point, but that didn't mean JJ was happy about it.
"I just wish that you could find something here that you like doing that much. Have you tried meeting with the Pentagon again? Hell, I bet that you could get a spot in the FBI as an instructor if you wanted. There's no reason for you to go so far away where I can't make sure that you're safe!"
"JJ, I know that I'm not a phone call away, but I'm always safe. I have my team to keep me safe just like you have yours. We have to trust in each other's teams because if we don't, we'll put ourselves through hell," Ash spoke softly as she took JJ's hands into hers. "It's not easy to think about, but it's the way that it is. You understand that, JJ, I know that you do."
"It's different with you. People aren't actively shooting at me," JJ said.
"And they aren't shooting at me either. I'm pretty far away from the danger. I just need to immobilize my targets or clear paths for the team to do what they need to. I'm not a soldier anymore, if anything, I'm there to minimize the casualties." Ash could tell that JJ wasn't completely over her fears, but she was calm enough to enjoy their evening together.
#my writing#one shot#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds#cm x reader#cm#jennifer jareau x reader#jennifer jareau
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The Sacred Tradition of Cinnamon and Safety
Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader
T/W: Allusions to sex
Sequel to Of Reunions and Sacred Traditions
The smell of cinnamon, sugar and toasting bread was a familiar one to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. Those smells meant French toast which always signified safety to Bradley. As a young child, it meant that his father had safely returned from detachment. As he grew up, it became the safety of his mother’s embrace, always there to care and guide him. Now, standing in his kitchen with [y/n], he realized it could become another iteration of safety. One born out of mutual desire to care for the person you choose to spend your time with.
“So what can I do?” [y/n] asked as she leaned on the counter admiring her boyfriend’s sculpted back.
“This needs to be made the Bradshaw way.” Was his pointed response as he gathered the final ingredients from his spice cabinet.
“And what way is that?“ [y/n] asked.
“First, with music.”
“Naturally.” [y/n] giggled at the serious tone her boyfriend adopted. It was no shock how music was one of Rooster Bradshaw’s great loves. He had a playlist for everything so his girlfriend looked forward to seeing what his music of choice for this tradition would be.
A familiar guitar riff filled the air as Bradley watched [y/n]’s reaction. And Bradley was not disappointed when she began to sing along.
“I love this song!”[y/n] exclaimed during the trumpet solo of “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo.
“I know it’s on my [y/n]’s 80s playlist.” Grabbing [y/n]’s hands, Bradley pulled her into a twirl.
Falling into his chest, [y/n] peered into his eyes as she swayed her body with his.“You have a playlist for me.”
“Playlists, plural.”
Bradley Bradshaw truly was a dream-boat. [y/n] swooned at the thoughtful gestures, big and small, that he did. The fact that he created playlists for her was no exception.
Fearing that her words would fail her, she leaned in. Grazing her hand across his strong jaw, [y/n] pours her infatuation and hope for a future with him into the kiss. By the time [y/n] became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.
Using all his willpower, Bradley separated from [y/n] and brushed his nose against hers. “That’s step six, let’s not jump the gun.”
“Boo.” [y/n] met Bradley’s hot gaze. She knew she could talk, or rather kiss, him into skipping steps but this was meant to be a wholesome experience of sharing family traditions.
“Yes, Chef Bradshaw!”
Laughing, Bradley twirled his girlfriend and maneuvered them to the counter. Arranged across the countertop were two bowls and the assortment of necessary ingredients. Guiding her, Bradley provided [y/n] with the instructions to make Bradshaw French toast.
“Step four, we put it in the heated pan.” Bradley narrated as he left [y/n]’s body and moved to the oven.
As Chaka Khan's voice filled the air, [y/n] let her curiosity get the best of her. Unlocking Bradley’s phone, she scrolled through the playlist. [y/n] smiled as she learned that the playlist’s photo was a selfie they’d taken after a paint night together. The night had started with good intentions to relax after a stressful week but it quickly digressed.
“If I remember correctly, more paint ended up on our bodies than the canvas.” Bradley mused as he wrapped her arms around [y/n]’s hips.
“And who’s fault is that?” [y/n] wrapped her arms around his expansive back.
“Yours!” Ignoring her offended gasp, he continued. “You said my bird looked like a plane!”
“That’s because they literally do! It’s for camouflage! You said - ”
But [y/n] voice was muffled by Bradley’s lips. Claiming her mouth, hungry and intense, he pulled her in. His hand pressed hard and insistent against her back, leading her chest to press against his own. She feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of hers, he wants her closer. Bradley squeezed her hips, before he lifted [y/n] up as if she were made of air.
“I thought you said this was step six.” [y/n] murmured against Bradley’s upturned lips. “We can edit the recipe.”
Bradley’s boyish smile had [y/n]’s fingers knotting in his hair, clutching him closer as she reconnected their lips. Parting for a rush of air, Bradley moved his attention to [y/n]’s neck placing love bites along the fresh space. Taking a deep breath to ease the pounding in her veins, she was met with the smell of something wrong.
“It’s burning.” she gasped out.
“What? My desire for you?” Bradley mumbled against her collarbone working on creating a hickey. Bradley had hoped to earn himself a moan or even a laugh, however, [y/n]’s scream was not of satisfaction.
“The French toast!”
“Oh, shit.”
Leaning her head against the kitchen cabinet, [y/n] chuckled as her boyfriend nearly slip as he dashed to the oven. “Is all well?”
“Yes, thankfully all is well.” Plating the first few pieces of French toast and putting them to rest next to [y/n], Bradley moved to add the next pieces.
However, the sight when he turned back to [y/n] had him lovingly scolding her. “Patience woman! You really don’t know how to follow the rules do you?”
With cheeks full of French toast, [y/n] could only shake her head. Swallowing, she innocently regarded her boyfriend.“I mean, not the rules that matter.”
Bradley tried to stop the smiling forming on his face from the feelings brewing inside of him. Bradley knew that three months, one month spent apart, together was too early to be in love. But sharing this tradition with her and looking forward to seeing her, made him feel safe and grounded. A feeling he hadn’t felt since his parents were around.
So, tucking those feelings into his heart, he instead rolled his eyes at her and accepted her offer of a bite.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Feel free to give me any feedback or criticism!
Taglist: @ateliefloresdaprimavera @shaded-recs @n3ssm0nique
#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw imagine#rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw fic#top gun imagine#top gun maverick x reader
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I’m such a huge fan of your fan fiction! Congratulations on it so far! 🫶🏽
Is it possible if you can write a quick Rhett x water ascendant listener one shot the last one was so good and idk it’s just hits different
Anyways THANKS FOR READING 💗🫶🏽
Awww, thank you for your compliment, uh... Dishes? DKJFNDJKF You're very kind.
Hmm... sure! One Rhett x Queen Ascendant coming up!
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Water and serenity always go hand-in-hand for the new Queen of Intacia. It's harmony on Earth, especially after long hours locked behind doors with the Parliament. With warm sunlight softly kissing her bare shoulders and her fingertips lightly brushing the water's surface, Isolde sighed as the stress and tension of the day melted like snow.
"I should ask Celly if a Regent can take a day off from work," She mused, basking like a spoiled cat near the Palace's fountain. "If not, I'm sure Rhett can be convinced to do a public holiday of sorts after a few rounds in bed." Pleased with the idea, Isolde mentally planned a day where she and her bestie could shop for some new lingerie.
Some rustling bushes suddenly catch her attention. A rather fat squirrel with a cookie in its mouth immediately darted out, followed by a little boy. Bits of twigs and leaves are sticking out from his ruffled hair, and his rosy cheeks are dirtied. Actually, his little clothes, too.
Isolde watches in bafflement as the little boy cries out, "Nooooo! Gimme 'ack my cookie!"
Alas, the squirrel paid no heed to the desperate words of the boy and scurried off onto a tall tree with its prize, vanishing between the branches and holes.
"Well. You don't see that every day. I supposed the kitchens would need to be warned and keep an eye out for the furry thief." Isolde decided and went over to comfort the now crying boy. The hems of her dress became muddy (not that she paid it any mind. Clothes can always be washed, after all) when she crouched down and searched for any sign of injuries on the boy. "Hey, hey - it's alright, ok? You're alright. Has Mr. Squirrel been bullying you all day?" Isolde asks softly. If so, the Palace might need to do some emergency pest control. Wouldn't want the local animals to become the next force to attempt to overthrow the palace.
"Mama... mama gave me a cookie 'cause I'm a good boy," The little one hiccuped a sob. "I w-waited and waited all day for Mama in the big kitchen."
Ah, this child must be the son of one of the Palace's chefs. This won't do. This won't do at all. Isolde will not allow this little boy to be sad any longer.
With the utmost seriousness befitting of a queen, she announced, "A reward must be given to good boys. More so after he had been unjustly denied. This I ordained as so."
The little boy's face scrunched up, confused at such big words, but nevertheless, allowed Isolde to hold his hand and bring him towards the water fountain. The innocence of a child could not grasp the concept that he's being doted upon and entertained by royalty.
After gently hoisting him up so the little boy can sit beside her, Isolde knows just the thing that can cheer him up. "While we will venture to the kitchen and conquer it as it's within our dues, first, we must be presentable!" She waves her arm over the water. Her fingers begin moving like a master pianist.
The little boy's eyes widen in awe, in excitement as water dances around him. Isolde hums and twirls a finger, making the floating water take the shapes of sea animals like whales, otters and dolphins. For the new few minutes, a cheerful giggle enveloped the garden as Isolde cleaned the dirt off of the boy's face, hands and head with magic.
If you told an Intacian and Imperial from centuries ago that a Water Ascendant is performing parlour tricks to an Intacian boy, neither of them would've believed you.
And when Rhett stumbled upon the two, it's that notion that he works hard on becoming a reality.
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hi i'm britt (26, she/her) and so excited to introduce sungjoon, a very blatant rip off of carmy from the bear lmao. if the building smells like lobster thermidor at 3 am thats him. we can plot here or i also made a discord for plotting (carmentheebear). without further ado, here's his bio. under the cut: bio summary + more about his time at the loop + silly little facts + plot ideas ♡
bio summary
trigger warnings: emotional abuse, suicide
youngest of 3. awkward kid with a stutter grows up in emotionally abusive house. has a natural talent for cooking & pursues it as a teenager, after being rejected by his brother from working at the family restaurant. spends most of his 20s in europe, living it up as an accomplished chef. returns to seoul at 29 for his brother's funeral. rents out a place at the loop while he helps his family with the aftermath of his brother's suicide & the family restaurant burning down. meant to stay at the loop short term but.... we all know how that goes.
personality: quiet and reserved, but very kind-hearted and generous and altruistic. he wants to help and serve and please people. a HUGEEE people pleaser. he actually loves meeting people, but you can hardly tell. he's a very anxious individual, which generally manifests in him being very cautious and (trying very hard to be) pragmatic. he's emotional, feels things deeply. has a tendency to be avoidant and self sabotage. still awkward. still has a stutter, but now only when he's very stressed.
@ the loop
he's been at the loop for about a year and a half. his first year was painful; he rarely left his room. he picked up on the time loop fairly quickly come his second year. recently picked up a job at a nearby ramen place when he figured out he was gonna stay longer.
the loop basically helps him reconnect with his family, which is the most difficult and painful thing in his life. coming to terms with the fact that the people he loves most in the world treat him the worst too is something he's still working towards. his whole theme is love. self love, familial love, platonic love, romantic love. he struggles with it all. he's blocked up. and the loop will help him through that.
random facts
he barely left his room during his first year and was hardly a presence in the building but in his second year, he's making more of an effort to know his neighbors. he's trying to sus out people who know about the loops because he needs to talk about this with someone. he's been considering telling his sister but he's still on the fence. he thinks she'll laugh at him and won't be any help at all.
what i mean is since finding out about the loops a few months ago, he's been that guy who offers to help carry someone's stuff if he sees them moving in, offers to put up shelves or help build furniture. he comes around with food or pastry because he makes too much.
his work hours are 10-4 or 2-10 (whatever the plot calls for.) some days he goes straight home, some days he spends time with his family.
he loves loves loves loves loves cooking for people. can and will make any dish asked of him. but when its just him, he's prone to frozen dinners or the odd midnight convenience store onigiri run
plot ideas
does your muse come from a dysfunctional household? they might be entitled to financial compensation. or they might be sungjoon's cousin! someone who gets his background, and is more understanding of the way he acts because of that. bonus if they knew or were close to his brother.
regular at the ramen shop. maybe they walk home together a lot, or they wait for his shift to end, or he changes around his shift so he can serve them. (can be a crush plot or a friends plot)
while the city's asleep, he's either up cooking, baking or smoking. they do one...or all...of these activities together.
if your muse knows some shady people or comes from a background that includes shady figures, we could find a way to connect that to his family's own shady (criminal) business deals.
a lot of midnights together at the convenience store. so much time spent with each other in that liminal space.
i'm very up for brainstorming
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Cheek on the palm of his hand, Skylar stared idly at the clock on the wall as countless seconds passed by the hour. He was at Aiden’s beck and call whenever the baker needed a taster for new pastries. The dragonborn had a way of catering to Skylar’s sweet tooth with every sugary delicacy he concocts. However, Aiden has been trying to perfect a brownie recipe for far too long now and his witch companion was growing impatient. “I have some eye of newt and toad skins if you want to add those in your batter,” he mused, unable to suppress a snicker from leaving his lips. Despite having a knack for potion making, Skylar was no pastry chef. His suggestions for using magical ingredients served more comedic purposes than actual culinary advice.
The smaller blond fiddled with a peculiar gold coin in between his fingers, realizing not even angels would cure him of boredom. “Maybe you should take a break, love,” he spoke, expressing mild concern as a fourth bag of flour was discarded onto an already large pile of empty sacks on the counter. “I’m sure you’ll have your break through in the morning,” Skylar assured him and rose up from his seat. He proceeded to give the dragonborn a loving embrace from behind. “You’re the best damn baker this town has ever known. You don’t need to try so hard.” If nothing, Skylar wanted to be a supportive friend. He needed to make sure Aiden wasn’t stressed out in his attempts at achieving perfection.
starter for @fire-and-brimsdoughn
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🕊️ howdy 🤠 28 y/o demiboy (he/it) CST timezone but has a terrible sleep schedule. Please be 24+. I prefer to write on discord with Tupperbox active.
My writing style is third person, past tense, and length depends on energy level. I can write 3-15+ paragraphs or I can write rapid fire texts. All depends on plot and what I’m given. I prefer MxM.
I do not double.
Here are a list of plots I have muse for ☺️
• the most dysfunctional or unhinged pairing. I’m not gonna guarantee a ship seeing as this character is greyromantic. Hes Slowburn Material™️ and the pay off is best. A platonic bond would be fun to see 🥰 He’s a hothead who is super abrasive and straightforward. Trauma coded™️. There is no fixing him. He’s not available for uwu soft subs - they’re just boring to him. Two strong personalities would be preferred. Will they kill each other or comfort each other? Who knows! That’s the fun in it. Killer & killer or perhaps brutal and mortal enemies? 👀
• OC Scream mumu!!! We both play a Ghostface & Final girl. Who are they? Only the wheel knows 🥰 it’d be starting at the first movie but set with 21+ y/o muses
• OC Hunger Games!!! Either 1x1 or mumu; either will be okay ☺️ starting with the first movie and building everything from there with our own characters and directions to agree on and plot. The world is our own.
• Misery loves company but the company loves the misery type of plot. Toxic as ever. Maybe digs into abuse for a dead dove aspect. They’re addicted to each other like a bad habit. This requires switches or dom/dom. Muse A and Muse B have the WORST jealous ex syndrome when it comes to each other. However, when something goes wrong, they’re going back to each other with tails between their legs while the other soaks in the attention. It’s the worst aspect of “I’ll always be here”. Their friends want them separated but there’s too much history to erase to let it all go. Fighting to the point of screaming at each other but not all the time. When it’s just them, it’s like candy land and sunshine. It’s when others are around that things begin to get rocky.
• Power imbalances or statuses. Bosses son ready to take on the company & an intern or lesser position meeting his future boss. Could also be age difference too 👀 I’d prefer to play the younger submissive in this scenario. They could have went to school with each other or the older man could be a family friend. It’s just kinky and secretive with threats of reporting everything to the big boss man.
• Michelin star chef & his staff or the restaurant bartender. Things aren’t going well for my chef. He’s stressed from everything and perpetually grumpy. He’s gotten cattier, more demanding and strict with previous rules, and he seems to be taking shots on the clock. He’s staying at work late and often sleeping there. Then Muse B pokes around the corner to find a drunken star stumbling in yesterday’s clothes. Where to go from there? We can plot!! I have ideas but throwing out inspo 💞
• You type plot. Stalking, anonymous calling, kidnapping, etc to be in play. Muse A would go to any appearance Muse B made. Whether it’s a concert they’re performing in or attend or a convention or vip section or after party or whatever Muse B is in, Muse A stays until they leave. Muse A talks to Muse B so casually. They start a relationship. Later, dots start connecting and Muse B eventually finds out about everything. Whether it turns to kidnapping that leads to Stockholm Syndrome or finding a way out, Muse A is trying to stay ahead of the game.
Sorry for the long winded post!! Im starved for content.
like if interested !
#fandomless rp#the hunger games rp#scream rp#oc x oc#m x m#24+#dead dove#dead dove do not eat#kidnapping tw#stockholm syndrome tw#rp#roleplay#discord rp#discord roleplay
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Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random!
This was an unreasonable amount to send in a single ask christ.
@tricursed good god sometimes i see your stuff and im just like... damn so thats what koala tea's definition is huh? You care so much about hope and you put so much into her. I love seeing her on my dash. Idk a damn thing about legacies but im so invested in her bc of you.
@imundus I've seen a fair few megs but yours is my fave for sure. I also loved your Wenny when she was up and running. You have such a knack for bad ass women, guess it takes one to know one ;)
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@therelentless I am obsessed with your boy. Katherine doesnt understand him and shes made a few snap judgements for sure that are wildly off base- but I adore how you write him. The perfect balance of everything.
@iviaw I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE THAT YOUR OC IS A ROUGAROU. They are so DIFFERENT from what you se in mainstream media even tho LITERALLY most "werewolves" TVD INCLUDED have rougarous not werewolves but I digress.... Your Oc is amazing, I love everything about him MORE INTERACTIONS.
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@noblehcart You play such a wide range of muses and your thirst for knowledge would make Odin blush. I really love seeing you here and there, and Katherine obviously is still fully invested in getting grumpy Stefan.
@aalexias I LOVE LEXI first of all, second you play her so well i adore seeing her around. I cannot WAIT for some more interaction between her and Katherine. Its what the world deserves.
@bloodiedfxngs MY BOIS. ALL OF THEM. ALL MY BOIS. I love how you write tyler, jeremy, Stefan, MASON. (we need more with them tbh) And while I have not interacted with your girls I am sure they are just as quality <333 bc you are <333
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@pohlepen YA BITCH A QUEEN. STRAIGHT UP. I LOVE your OC I have seen NOTHING ELSE LIKE HER shes so unapologetic and bad ass and I just- Katherine is gonna keep her <3 You had her at birthday head ;P
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Mending Shadows // Chapter 23
Summary:
Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.
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By the time the tour of Altissa and the sights were complete, Y/N was drenched in sweat and their legs felt heavy against the material of the clothes they wore. They couldn’t help but feel some resentment toward Tuti for picking out their evening attire. It didn’t mesh well with the warm and humid climate Accordo was well known for. The rest of the experience however was quite enlightening. Tuti seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Y/N found it amusing how childlike she became throughout the venture.
Y/N lost count of the various cafes, markets, and even gondola rides they took while under the wing of The Serpent Society; a powerful faction of Accordo socialites who held great reverence for the legendary Leviathan, and Accordo’s governmental powers. Many in the group were known for being generous benefactors of the local economy, and while Accordo may not have had the strong military might that Niflheim and Lucis had, the country had both nations beat when it came to finances. Y/N couldn’t help but muse that if Ardyn had a small team of these guys to help him budget, he’d never have to see another bill in his life.
Unlike the High Imperials of Niflheim, Y/N noted these folks were quite welcoming. While not warm, and certainly cautious at times, they didn’t look down upon Y/N. If anything, Y/N got the impression most were afraid of them due to the association with Ardyn. The thought hurt Y/N while they interacted with the various men and women of the group. They couldn’t help but wonder if the connections they were building were superficial. It was more than likely the case, but despite their feelings, Y/N counted their blessings they didn’t have to deal with someone like Jessica Rubios among the flock. The image of the haughty woman getting too personal with Ardyn at the Imperial Banquet had them grimace from time to time. Fortunately, the thoughts ceased when one of the men pointed out Y/N appearing uncomfortable.
After the tour was complete and the party retreated to their private residence near a cluster of waterfalls, Y/N went through what Ardyn and they had rehearsed. They smiled and laughed alongside everyone while making jabs at Lucis. It pained Y/N to lace their words with venom toward their homeland, but they stuck to the script. No deviation could be afforded as Ardyn had stressed in the past. While nothing would be done in a single day, the seeds of doubt toward Niflheim's archrival had been sown. Y/N had no doubt the majority of the Serpents would think twice before supporting the Lucian economy in any fashion through their own.
“While this has been quite a show, I do believe our luncheon will be ready soon! We should all head toward the dining room and be seated.” A man named Ketyr announced.
The conversation of politics quickly turned into a competition of who was the most hungry as Y/N and the others rose to their feet within the lounge.
“Y/N!” Tuti approached from the direction the group was heading toward. She panted some after reaching Y/N’s side. “I can’t believe I neglected to ask you this earlier! Do you have any food sensitivities the chef should be aware of? Accordo is known for incorporating herbs into their cuisine that can upset the stomach if you haven’t been accustomed!”
How the hell am I supposed to know? It’s my first time in Accordo… Y/N thought to themself.
“Sweet dear, it’ll be fine!”
Y/N felt they must’ve hesitated for too long, for Betrys D’bhara answered on their behalf.
Betrys was a woman of forty two who could easily pass for someone in their fifties. Y/N attributed this to the loss Betrys endured. They had come to find out during the tour that she had married twice. One husband died during war with Niflheim, and the other was lost to sickness. Whether it was the scourge or not was anyone’s guess. Despite her older appearance, she had very kind eyes that were the color of fresh soil, and high cheekbones that were softened by dimples and wavy shoulder length blond hair.
“You need not fret on behalf of your charge! We have staff on standby to help should anyone have a reaction. Would you mind if I stole Y/N for a moment?” Betrys smiled.
“O-of course! Silly me!” Tuti gave her respects to both Betrys and Y/N before scampering off to further aid the personal staff of the Serpents.
Betrys grinned, sighing in relief as she focused her attention onto Y/N. “She’s quite charming, your Imperial Help. A bit of a ditz, but I can tell she admires you.”
“I think that’s what helped her get this far.” Y/N mused, smiling while Betrys chuckled at the remark.
Y/N looked ahead, seeing most of the group was far away now. Before they could say anything about it, Betrys gestured with her left arm in dismissal.
“Unlike Higher Imperials, we tend to take a more lax approach in Altissa. There’s no need for rushing around. Besides, I heard a mutual friend of ours was interested in a tomb.”
How the hell did she know…? Y/N assumed the shock on their features must’ve been too telling, for Betrys’s grin widened more, seemingly trying to hide a laugh that wanted to escape her mouth.
“Walk with me, Y/N.” Betrys offered her right arm to Y/N’s left. The latter hesitated at first before accepting, and then the two walked side by side while admiring the scenery outside the open windows.
“I know you must’ve been asked a thousand times already, but how are you liking Altissa?”
“It’s quite beautiful,” Y/N admitted. “It’s not as cold as Niflheim, and there’s few places in Lucis where you get waterscapes this vast. I loved the tour by the way. Even though I admit I’m boiling hot in these garbs.”
Betrys laughed. “I can have my staff fetch you some other clothes that fit the climate after we eat.”
“I don’t want to impose--”
“Please, consider it a welcome gift to our shores.” Betrys let out a breath, furrowing her brows while still smiling. “It’s a shame you’ve come to our country under your circumstances, but I must say its refreshing to speak with a Lucian about the war versus another Imperial like my cousin.”
“Your cousin?”
“You may know of her. She’s a Higher Imperial, once known as Jessica D’Bhara but she since took on the name Rubios after marrying.”
Speak of the devil… Y/N bit the inside of their cheek at hearing the name. They didn’t realize their muscles had visibly tensed until Betrys had nonverbally pointed it out with a raised brow.
“Are you alright?”
“My apologies,” Y/N sighed. “I know Jessica. I’ve met her a few times but never had the pleasure of her full company.”
They swallowed upon realizing the disdain in their voice must’ve been too blatant despite sugar coating their words with formality. Y/N lost count of the onslaught of curses they mentally gave themself. There was no way Betrys would divulge anything further. Not when there was malice being thrown at kin. Before the image of Ardyn looking pissed off could fully be fleshed out in mind, Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted.
“You can relax. Between you, me and the six, I don’t much care for her myself.” Betrys grinned, giving a reassuring pat to Y/N with her free arm.
“But she’s family.”
“She’s a twat.”
Y/N’s eyes nearly bulged out. The blunt proclamation made it hard to keep a straight face, as did the contagious laughter Betrys had unleashed. It was so loud that there was no doubt the others could pick up on the cackles.
“I didn’t realize there was animosity.” Was the only remark Y/N felt appropriate to respond with. They felt relieved when her antics died down. Saving them the trouble of trying to remain poised.
“Long story short, Jessica’s side of the family immigrated to Niflheim decades ago to seek greener pastures. I’d soon move to the swamps of Duscae than live under full Imperial rule, but that’s just me. No offense.”
“None taken.” Y/N snorted.
“Anyhow,” Betrys cleared her throat. “Her and I still keep in touch for the sake of family business. I don’t hold love for her as a person. I take it she’s tested your wits?”
“Among other things,” Y/N admitted.
“Do tell!”
“Is that appropriate?”
Betrys smiled. “Nothing about our conversation is, especially the piece regarding your Chancellor. Might as well make the most of it.”
Y/N smirked slightly at the comment. Despite the full disclosure Betrys offered, Y/N thought it best to not to say too much given they barely knew one another. They reminded themself of their debut night, and how some of their first impressions didn't go well. The last thing Y/N wanted, was to scare Betrys off.
“I last saw Jessica at the Imperial Banquet. She kept jabbing at my Lucian roots, and wouldn’t leave Chancellor Izunia be for a good portion of the event. Since my debut, she’s had it out for me whenever I’ve had to interact in public gatherings.”
“What a tramp!” Betrys grimaced, not having a care in the world if anyone else heard her vulgarity. She ignored the appalled looks some of the staff gave in passing. “Even with a good husband that practically sucks her toes, it’s never enough!”
Y/N raised a brow. “Pardon?”
“Jessica fancies Chancellor Izunia. You should see the texts she sends to me about him! I admit he’s a handsome fellow in a peculiar light, but no matter how powerful he is among the hierarchy, I wouldn’t leave someone loyal to moonlight with him.”
Y/N felt a sensation of butterflies in the pit of their stomach. The flighty feeling ached as did the way their pulse felt heavy. It was hard to swallow, and Y/N couldn’t tell if they were saddened or angry at what Betrys confided.
Get over yourself… It took Y/N much willpower to redirect the conversation, focusing on what Ardyn wanted them to obtain from this experience.
“Forgive me for changing subject,” Y/N started, clearing their throat. “How did you know Chancellor Izunia was interested in the tomb?”
Betrys chuckled, and knowingly gazed upon Y/N. “There’s nothing to forgive! I’m one of Accordo’s finest patrons of archaeology. I have connections to the Altissian Prehistory Association. Chancellor Izunia is well aware of that, being an enthusiast and a collector himself of Solheim and Ancient Lucian artifacts. Him and I have traded historical information quite extensively over the years.”
Y/N recalled some of the old texts and materials Ardyn had in his library back home. They remembered trying to make sense of it, but nothing came to mind. When Betrys mentioned Solheim, it all began to click as to why Y/N either couldn’t read certain books or had difficulty placing the date of paintings he had on display. They also wondered how much Betrys really knew about Ardyn; if she had any inkling about his past given that it sounded like he indulged her curiosity quite often.
“I mean,” Y/N snapped themself back into the conversation. “How did you know to approach me about it?”
“Call it a woman's intuition,” Betrys mused with a laugh before she sighed, deciding not to play coy. “My honest answer? A little birdy of mine heard about it in passing, when Chancellor Izunia and Madam Secretary went to the House of the Courts. Knowing that his guest, you, were coming to our luncheon, I deduced he must’ve sent you to gather information because he’d have no time to pay me a visit.”
“Does that offend you?”
Betrys’s smile couldn’t get any wider as she sighed contently, giving a bow to some staff that walked past Y/N and her before she continued.
“Somewhat, but let me preface that I am not upset with your role in this. He’s a busy man as much as I am a busy woman. However, I’m growing tired of this relationship being one sided. You see, he hasn’t given me much in return the last couple exchanges. I’m generous with my intel, but I do draw a line in the sand considering I don't wish to lose face with the Prehistory Association. I’m curious what kind of offers he’s told you to sell to me.”
Y/N could feel their blood freezing for a moment. Like with Madam Secretary, Ardyn didn’t give them any kind of advice as to how to win Betrys’s good graces. He especially neglected to share what kind of history he had with this older woman. It made Y/N wonder what else he was hiding regarding her. Their face grew warm at the latter thought.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer to you.”
“That’s unfortunate. Does your Chancellor have any brothers?”
Y/N did a double take, and nervously chuckled at the suggestive cadence.
“None that are alive.” Y/N murmured as Betrys laughed. “Why do you ask?”
“That’s a pity. Regarding the tomb, it’s located off the coast of a small island near Avem. I haven’t sent too many expedition scouts over there, but the Prehistory Association will be excavating soon. If your Chancellor wants first pickings, he needs to act fast. I doubt he’ll be able to charm his way through once the officials arrive. Not to mention Lucian reps of the monarchy wanting to reclaim their ancestor once the discovery goes public.”
“I appreciate you being so forthcoming, but what does this have to do with Chancellor Izunia having brothers?”
“Would you say Chancellor Izunia is a gentleman who honors his word?”
The delightful grin of a smirk that Betrys demonstrated had goosebumps travel up Y/N’s arm.
“In a manner of speaking, yeah. I’d agree to that he is. I’m afraid though, I’m not following what you’re driving at.” Y/N replied, slightly biting their tongue. It was as if Betrys was plotting something humorously sinister, and their curiosity couldn’t help but want to take the bait.
“I’d like for your Chancellor to treat me to a night out in exchange for what I’ve shared with you. It’s the least he owes me. Not to mention it would feel vindictive rubbing it in Jessica’s face. If she were to also find out you had a hand in the arrangement, I don’t believe she would be too keen on messing with you anymore. Hells, she may even try suckering up to your good nature to get close to him!”
Y/N felt their face blushing and could scare believe the plot Betrys laid out so casually. “And the brother remark was just…?”
“I forget you weren’t brought up in the lifestyle I or Jessica had been molded to. In polite society, if I were to ask for the hand of a sibling in exchange for information, it would be an insult to both Chancellor Izunia and Jessica in the same breath. It’s a power play of sorts. Letting Jessica be aware that I can court who I please while she can’t, and it lets Chancellor Izunia be aware of the fact that I can use someone close against him at a later time should he try avoiding me in the future.”
“Oh,” It didn’t really make sense to Y/N, why people would go out of their way to pull off schemes such as the one Betrys mentioned; but it was as the older woman stated: this wasn’t the life Y/N had grown up into. This further made the knots in Y/N’s stomach grow, not helping the anger that radiated in their chest.
“I suppose I can relay this to him.” Y/N murmured. “He’s not really social outside of politics.”
“I’m aware,” Betrys grinned for a moment. “Embarrassing him in public for sending a third party to speak on his behalf is the main reason why I want to do this. Aside from helping you get Jessica off your back.”
“I know you have your qualms with Jessica, but why help me?”
“Because I know you like Chancellor Izunia more than you let on.”
Betrys stopped both herself and Y/N from proceeding any further. The older woman’s eyes studied Y/N with consideration, as if trying to be certain of her own thoughts. She smiled when having caught the glimmer of light in Y/N’s eyes that gave everything and nothing away.
“Don’t worry, it’s our little secret.”
“There’s nothing to hide.” Y/N said in their defense, trying to downplay the accusation.
“Oh, I’m sure there isn’t.” Betrys slyly remarked. “I assure you I won’t get frisky with the him when he pays his dues. Anyway, lets enjoy our lunch, hmm?”
Y/N didn’t know if they wanted to scream at the top of their lungs and run away, or curse Betrys out. Neither option was wise, and so they bit back their tongue and proceeded with the socialite to the dining room.
The meal was quite pleasant, and after having their fill of exotic dishes and other treats, Y/N felt calmer. They wondered if perhaps their negative behavior regarding Ardyn, Jessica, and Betrys was due to not having eaten anything for most of the day. Regardless, the conversation with Betrys nerved them still. She gave no reason to indicate contempt, and Y/N counted their stars. Betrys was civil throughout the luncheon, and Y/N allowed themself to let go of whatever ill feelings remained.
After the luncheon, the party retreated to one of the decks outside of the main building to enjoy the waterfalls and lush greenery. Y/N was once again speaking with Betrys and some other folks, getting in depth about their opinion on Niflheim entertainment versus what Lucis offered. A joke was made at some point by Ketyr, and everyone including Y/N laughed at it. Suddenly, all noise began to recede and the only thing Y/N could register was the sound of a thousand voices screeching behind their skull.
Y/N’s throat seized, and they shot up from their seat and bolted to the edge of the deck. Leaning part of their body forward, they violently hacked and coughed scourge and bile. Their world began to open to something bigger than itself.
In lightning flashes, Y/N was hauled away by an angry mob of hundreds. Their body was being pelted with rocks and rotten food, and their skin bubbled while being scorched under the rays of the sun. The blows barely put a dent into the heavy weight that lay upon Y/N’s heart. Terror and sadness had no place in their mind, for they were numb and tired. So tired.
In the distance, Y/N could see and hear people bound in chains pleading for mercy to be shown. Many were silenced as ancient crownsguard struck down whoever spoke out of turn. Blood and sweat intermingled in the thick air, and Y/N wanted to throw up but their body hadn’t the strength. Y/N knew they should’ve felt enraged, they should’ve felt something, but they were paralyzed as if incapable of attachment. That is, until they saw the mangled body of a black chocobo. The name of the creature was fuzzy, but they knew this was a lifelong friend. One of the last tethers keeping them bound to their love for Eos.
Y/N’s heart shattered into a million fragments as they were further dragged down the street. Men paraded with the avian’s head on a stick, desecrating the once living creature and whatever was left of Y/N’s compassion. They let out the most unholy scream, somehow their body burst with energy as they rose to their feet to attack the men. All hell broke loose, before they were dogpiled and thrown to the back of a wagon. The dark haired man Y/N had fought before--the one who slain Aera, Somnus--approached with a remorseful expression. He raised a mythril based staff up high, and slammed it into Y/N's left leg. They could hear their bones shatter against their eardrums as their entire limb felt as if broken glass had entombed it.
"I'm sorry...Ardyn."
Before the situation could play out any further, time shifted yet again. Faces came and went. Y/N could see Aera dying in their arms, playing in a field with a young Somnus, fishing with Aera when she was a child, and a host of other memories rampage over their mind. Good and bad. Intimate and terrifying. It was as if their brain was a computer, attempting to download a whole other life into it's blueprint, and it so badly wanted to explode.
Y/N’s consciousness managed to swim to the surface, only to be drowned out by Ardyn’s various points of view. The jolt of being pulled away from the edge of the deck, accompanied by a searing burn to their right shoulder, roped Y/N back to reality.
“Y/N!” Tuti raised her voice in a harsh whisper, giving their shoulders a shake. “Y/N! Are you okay?”
“Tuti?”
Y/N grimaced from her touch, retreating their right arm away. The pain grew worse.
“Y/N, I have a napkin. Here,” Tuti whispered as she handed the cloth to them. “Cover the lower half of your face. The scourge veins are showing! Keep your head down and face into the napkin, I’ll lead us out and call upon Loqui to come fetch us!”
“Good gracious, is everything alright?”
Y/N could hear the concern in Betrys voice from behind as Tuti shielded them away from the curious onlookers.
“A thousand apologies,” Tuti began, doing her best not to give away her own fears as she addressed the Serpents. She then started to lie through her teeth. “Y/N is still recovering from a recent hospital visit in Niflheim. I think they had too much excitement today and it’s caught up with them!”
“Should we call upon a medical servicer?” Betrys worriedly asked.
“That won’t be necessary! I think some rest will do the trick!” Tuti chirped, trying best to downplay the severity of what was going on.
“It’s probably for the best,” One of the Serpents interrupted. Both Betrys and Tuti were visibly confused at the look of fright that plagued the older gentleman's features. “I received word from a messenger that the House of the Courts has been attacked. From what is known, the officials are sheltering in place. We are to do the same. I think it's best if you take Y/N back to your lodging and wait for word from Chancellor Izunia."
“R-right away!” Tuti exclaimed. She quickly performed her complimentary bows of leave. “T-thank you all so much for your kind hospitality on behalf of Y/N and myself! We’ll be in touch!”
“There’s a vehicle prepared for you at front with one of your soldiers awaiting. Please do be careful and notify us when you reach safety!” Ketyr exclaimed.
“We will!” Tuti hollered as she ushered Y/N off the deck and away from the group with haste.
It wasn’t long until Y/N was in the car, and they once more coughed violently into the napkin amid tears streaming down their eyes. The scourge was violently constricting against their entire nervous system. It felt like a snake taking its time to suffocate its meal before consumption. Although no wound had shown itself, Y/N's arm felt like it was melting away.
“What happened to Y/N?!” Loqui shouted from the passenger seat as he gestured for the driver to speed up.
“They got sick from the food being served! I assure you they’ll be fine!” Tuti swallowed, doing her part to comfort Y/N, all the while hide from Loqui what was truly going on. She never in her life felt so nervous before. Her heart pounded.
“Lieutenant Tummelt, do you know what’s going on?” Tuti whispered and brushed some strands of hair out of Y/N’s face. She wiped away at the sweat that pooled on their skin.
“From what I know, it was an assassination attempt.” The driver said. He swallowed nervously at the glare Loqui gave, and decided it was best to let his superior do the talking while he drove.
“Protestors tried to deal a blow to the Chancellor and Accordo officials in protest to the recent negotiations between our countries. Chancellor Izunia was wounded, but he's stable from what I've heard."
“What?” Y/N struggled to breath out, and started coughing again.
“Shhh,” Tuti coaxed Y/N to lay back and press their head to the cool window, all the while still keeping their face low and shielded.
“While our men and Accordian soldiers round up the trespassers, we need to stay low and wait for the Chancellor to give further command.” Loqui firmly finished his thought. His eyes glanced to side mirror of the car, and he caught a glimpse of Y/N through it. He furrowed his brows, and did a double take. Eyes widening in shock, Loqui turned around in the seat, only to see Y/N covering their mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N managed to choke out.
Loqui blinked a few times, seeing that their eye color was normal and not the abyssal black and gold that stared at him seconds ago. He chalked it up to his nerves being fired off, and offered a smile.
“Nothing to worry about,” Loqui shook his head, and once more faced forward in his seat. “Rest up back there with Tuti. I’ll keep you guys safe.”
Y/N’s entire body shuddered. Turning their attention to the window, they watched as buildings blurred past their vision to the speed of the car. A flurry of storm clouds drifted over the area. Y/N found it ironic how the weather seemed to match what they felt inside. The soft pitter patter of rain began to dance upon the car roof.
As they drove closer to the heart of the capitol, Y/N could see the House of the Courts from afar. If there was one time Y/N wished telepathy were possible, this would be it. Despite the agony they faced, Y/N thought about the bleedthrough and wondered if Ardyn was truly alright.
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How would you, personally, rank Tchaikovsky’s three ballets?
Okay, this is going to be long (especially The Nutcracker section), so if you don't read all of it, I totally understand lol.
Swan Lake: Swan Lake was the first ballet score to have a theme (melody that repeats itself throughout the piece) and is almost symphony like in the sense that it's not just shorter bits of music easily divided into chunks of choreography where the music doesn't relate to each other at all. Instead it's one continuous piece that could, if desired, be played and the ballet be performed without any stop for applause, and it would still all make sense. Not only those freaking cool things, the music itself is just GOOD. All of it, there's no part that is not good, there's literally no section that I don't like. I also think it tells the story perfectly. For example, in the white swan adagio, the section with the partnered high sissones where it's supposed to be Odette flying away, it sounds like a bird flying and growing. I could go on and on and on about why Swan Lake is the greatest ballet score ever written, but I'll stop lol.
Sleeping Beauty: Sleeping Beauty is, obviously, incredible. I mean, the rose adagio, the dream variation, and the final pas de deux are just...*chef's kiss. However, there are some parts of it I'm not a fan of, such as Princess Florine's variation. It definitely is much more of the traditional ballet scores with stopping pointes in the music for applause and couldn't be played all the way through. Which for a ballet is perfectly okay! I feel as though Tchaikovsky took the criticisms about SL being too "heavy" and too much like a symphony (yes that was a CRITICISM when it first debuted!!!) and was careful not to do that with SB. All these tiny little nitpicks are not meant to take away from the genius of the ballet, they're just some reasons why it's not number 1 for me.
The Nutcracker: The story of Tchaikovsky's mindset while composing this ballet breaks my heart. It was towards the end of his career, he was so incredibly stressed due to the pressure the theatre management (and therefore the Tsar himself) put on him to create another masterpiece so soon after Sleeping Beauty, the constant criticisms from the critics was getting to him, he felt the libretto behind the ballet was infantile, and his friendship with Nadezhda von Meck (the woman widely considered to be his muse) was ending in a nasty way, and he had 0 inspiration or desire to even write the piece. What changed everything for Tchaikovsky was him finding out about his sister, Sasha, dying. This grief served as the inspiration for his piece and is why there is such a melancholy tone to the piece, especially in the grand pas de deux and the use of minor keys in Waltz of the Flowers. The entire ballet was an homage to Sasha with act 1 being their childhood and the second act being her transforming into a woman (defeating the Mouse King and freeing the Nutcracker Prince). Tchaikovsky originally wrote it so Masha (as Clara is called in Russia) and the Prince stayed in the Sugar Plum Fairy's world instead of waking up from a dream, as an allegory of her death and being gone from him and their childhood (act 1). It is so much more than a festive yet meaningless holiday piece and it's rarely given the deep analysis and appreciation the music absolutely deserves. This, for me, gives The Nutcracker the most meaning and deepest understanding of any of his ballets. I would rank it number 1 for this exact reason, but I'll confess the music (while incredibly emotional and deep) is not my favorite.
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Ok gotta be thaaaaaat person. Can I have some redestro (belated) Valentine’s Day content. 🥹🥰
LMAO no problem anon, and im sorry this is like, SUPER belated, school is picking up yet again with schoolwork and my stress is all haywire again
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[ReDestro x GN!Reader]
[3rd person; use of [Name] instead of [y/n] so OCs can be included!]
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In true Rikiya fashion, of course his go-to Valentines Day date is to the highest class restaurant – but not just in Deika, in all of Japan.
“You deserve only the best, my dear,” he had said when he first explained the trip he and his partner would be going on for the special occasion. “I know we don’t have to, but I want to. Besides, I want you to experience all the wonders Japan has to offer.”
Which is what lead them both sitting in the fancy, yet strangely not as busy restaurant. While every table was either filled or reserved, the atmosphere was calm and relaxing, no waiters bustling around or chefs yelling from the kitchen. Instead, only soft piano music played throughout the establishment, and people kept their conversations relatively quiet and to themselves.
Rikiya had reserved a rather secluded table in a corner of the restaurant, ceiling-length curtains draped on each end of the plush booths, a large window overlooking the city at night to one side, the other side open to the rest of the floor. The two were in the middle of their meal, enjoying the high-quality food alongside the restaurant’s finest wine available.
Once the two finished a light conversation, amused laughs signaling the end of some work-place related story, [Name] finally comments on their surroundings. “It’s rather quiet in here for such a dinner-centric holiday,” they muse, taking a sip of their drink.
“That’s why I like this place so much,” Rikiya responds, a content smile on his face as he swirls the wine around in it’s glass. “High demand and popular, yet still calm and collected, even on their busiest holiday.”
“Rich people,” [Name] huffs out in amusement, flashing the ginger-haired man a grin. Rikiya only laughs at that, about to retort with his own comment about how dating him also makes them rich in a sense – but their conversation is interrupted by the sound of an excited gasp somewhere off to the side, followed by more surprised gasps and low murmuring.
Their attention is directed towards the dining floor, a couple that had been eating nearby were now off to the side of their table, one down on one knee offering a ring within a box to the one standing.
“Yes, of course!” The one standing says, enveloping their partner in a hug once the other stands up with them. The tables surrounding the two lightly clap and congratulate the two, before returning to their own meals once again.
[Name] smiles a bit fondly, but quickly returns to sipping their drink. “Aw, a Valentines Day proposal,” they say before their lips take in the drink, then setting it back down. “I’d call it cute if it wasn’t so… cliché.”
That catches Rikya’s attention, the business man gazing back at his partner with a confused look. “You don’t like Valentines proposals?”
“I don’t dislike them, I just think it’s a little tacky and cliché… there’s not much surprise value in it anymore, y’know?” [Name] explains, giving him a reassuring smile. “Not like I can stop them from happening, though. If it happens, it happens.”
Rikiya hums in understanding, watching his lover return to their meal as they begin a new topic of conversation. The CEO is barely paying much attention, though, now even more aware of the small ring box that was unfortunately going to be waiting longer for its reveal.
Maybe next month, then.
#redestro x reader#rikiya yotsubashi x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#redestro#rikiya yotsubashi#dames writing
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small list of ideas i want to write! like this post or lmk if you’d like to plot any of them!
—corruption concept where this bad influence gets a glimpse of something darker in a cool, popular muse and brings it out to the surface! basically jd and veronica vibes.
—athletes or dancers who are supposed to compete against each other but fall into an enemies to rivals to lovers dynamic!
—something based on hacks? specifically deborah and ava’s relationship? basically age gap where a younger muse is hired to help the other muse, a successful comedian, actress/actor, [whatever profession you like] to reach a broader audience and they crash a lot at first but eventually hey it turns out they were born to work together.
—chef x sous chef plot! just know i’ve been thinking about syd and carmy a lot today.
—wlw concept where one of them is willing to do anything to get into a sorority while the other one is the president of said sorority and it begins light and basic but eventually it just turns into a game of chicken trying to see how far they’re willing to take things.
—anything based on good luck, babe!, my kink is karma and if you’re feeling extra dramatic then how did it end?, or chloe or sam or sophia or marcus.
—also something based on lunch… just two muses obsessed with each other where one of them is constantly getting spoiled by her rich partner lol.
—how to lose a guy in ten days idea! the summer i turned pretty idea!
—just this relationship without any labels where two friends are in this casual sex situation where they’re comfortable around each other and they don’t even fuck most of the time but then whenever they’re stressed or upset the other is always there for them. based on this post x.
#── plots.#over and out! ik i owe some starters and i’ll get to them but i just haven’t had it in me to turn on my laptop u know how this goes#indie rp#indie smut rp#plotting call
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Muse
Chapter 4
Main pairing: Sasuke x Naruto
Genre: NaruSasu, Lemon, Slice of life, AU, University Students, London UK
Rating: 18+ / Mature
Summary:
The person who had told him relationships were simple should be taken out and shot as far as Sasuke was concerned. He'd never been so stressed in his life, it was like bringing order to chaos.
A particular scene in this was inspired heavily by @konohomies art who drew Kiba and Nartuo being just so in character. It's just *chefs kiss*
Please hit them up, their artwork is gorgeous
Excerpt:
“Okay good.” Naruto responded, putting his hands over Sasuke’s, hoping to convince him not to throttle him to death on the front lawn.
There was a noise behind them and the colour abruptly drained out of Sasuke’s face, Naruto knew what he was thinking – that Madara had come to check that Sasuke had not been lying to him in the previous exchange.
Without thinking he put his hands on either side of Sasuke’s face and leant into kiss him in one glib movement. Sasuke’s mouth was slightly open in surprise as Naruto covered his lips with his, his hands automatically loosening a little around the blond’s collar. Naruto closed his eyes leaning into it and running his fingers into Sasuke’s thick dark hair, there was no point in going half in, might as well make it look real whilst he was there.
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