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Feelings are hard to ignore, Especially when you don’t know what they’re for.
-Kalmia Kid, Chloe Moriondo
This song hit me in the head like a bag of bricks the other day in the car and I knew I had to draw some Domestic Dancing for these losers.
(As usual, please check out @tswwwit ‘s writing as they are the one who inspire my work of these guys!)
#drawing bill soft like that was weird#ive had such bad art block for the past week that im glad i was able to churn this out#and actually be somewhat content with it#like yah its not the best but i really like it#its just a quick little doodle and some colour#its not supposed fo be good it was just fun#been trying to remember to draw stuff for me this semester#cant get lost in the sauce uk#bi.f.art#bill cipher#gravity falls#human bill cipher#dipper pines#billdip#gravity falls au#tswwwit’s familiar au#gravity falls fanart
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hii !!
could you please do headcanons of bill (or tom or even both, whatever you want to do !!) w fem reader that has like soft, chubby cheeks please? they can really be a mix of smut and fluff, i dont mind. thank youu !! 💝🎀
i fcking love chubby cheeks they're so cute
Bill Kaulitz Headcanons (chubby cheeked reader)
Bro he loves ur chubby cheeks
Like he thinks they're so cute
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Loves cupping your face js so he can hold them
Constantly kissing them
Finds it so cute when they get bigger whenever you smile
Traces the outline of them (I didn't know how to word that...)
Pokes your cheeks to get your attention
Does that weird thing that people do with babies - like he pinches your cheeks and gently tugs/wiggles them (pls tell me that makes sense)
Teases you by asking if ur doing the 'chubby bunny' challenge
Loves how blush looks on them, whether it's makeup or because he was flirting with you doesn't matter
Draws on them in your sleep
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Holds your cheeks when you make out
Fucking loves grinding against you
Loves it even more when he's holding your cheeks
If it's ur first time hell cup your cheeks and whisper sweet nothing's into your ear or mouth as he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts
Grabs and smushes your cheeks together when u don't give him eye contact when he fucks you
Why is it so hard to come up with things...
Amazed by how tears look rolling down ur cheeks
Always swipes his thumb or tongue over the tears on to clean them
Uhmmmmmmm
Can't think of any more 😞
Hope this was enough <33
#bill kaulitz#tokio hotel x reader#tom kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x you#gustav schäfer#tom kaulitz smut#love#bill kaulitz x reader smut#tom kaulitz x reader
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pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader
synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.
warnings: death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, i THINK that’s it.
envy yaps: lol i wrote something like this before a WHILE back but this one will be better trust 😋 anyways let’s pray and hope i actually finish this ����🏾
“and we’re done!” you say finally excited to almost be leaving. you just finished working on my last customer of the night. “you can walk up to the mirror to see for yourself.” you mumble while cleaning up.
“ ‘s beautiful thank you so much!” she smiles eagerly as she examines her freshly done butterfly tattoo on her rib.
“yeah you’re welcome, you already know the tattoo after care i don’t have to go over it do i?” you asked already knowing her answer. layla was a regular you’ve done like 4 of her tats already.
“nah i know how to take care of my shit thank you very much.” she declared while carefully rolling down her shirt.
you giggle and give her a smile while you finish cleaning up. “here ma, thank you so much again you always get me right.” she passes you a couple bills with a big smile on plastered on her face. “ahh i love them i’ve been thinking about getting butterflies for a while now you ate down” she screamed while looking at herself in the mirror again.
you take the money and put it in your backpack as you let out another giggle. “you’re welcome”. you love your job, aside from the good pay you literally just get to draw cute things on people and they’re happy.
“alright my uber outside bye y/n thanks again” she leaves, the room now silent once again.
you finished cleaning up and you get up to lock the door as you’re now closed before you continue to prep things for tomorrow.
you finally had time to check your phone and you see the time.
11:56 PM
you see all the missed texts and calls from your mom. she always wants you to call her at the end of the day knowing there’s not much to talk about anyway. your days usually blend into each other, all you do is go to school and work. not that you don’t have a life aside from those two things, it just takes up most of your time.
you break away from your phone as you hear a knock on the door. you make my way to the front. “we’re closed” you mumble. startling the boy a little. you examine the boy he was wearing a plain black shirt, white shorts, and birkenstock’s. you knew who he was.
nick sturniolo
not that you knew each other, you knew of him. you’ve seen him around campus and his family’s like stupid rich. he’s a triplet however only two of them actually attend college. you don’t know anything about the other one, you have seen him at a party once though that’s about it.
his blonde hair layes just right above his eyes. he looks like he’d been crying all night. that or he’s just really high. he looks sickly though really pale but somehow he still looked really pretty.
“can i help you?” you finally spoke out as you unlock and open the door. this is weird why is he here so late at night you think to yourself.
“are you still open?” he asks his voice so soft yet deep.
what a stupid question to ask, the door was locked and the open sign was off. we’re visibly closed!
“sorry we’re closed. you can schedule an appointment for tomorrow though.” you say trying to sound as nice as possible.
“please i’ll pay twice as much, i really need this please.” he begs.
you start to feel bad, really wanting to go home but cant bring myself to say no. he looks like he’s about to break down into tears you can’t just leave him like this.
“uh okay come in.” you say moving out the way to let him in and lead him to the room. “um what would you like to get done?” you asked dryly.
“have you seen the movie edward scissorhands before?” he asked bringing his phone up to your face to show you what he wants.
“yeah a couple times, where do you want it?” you ask while unpacking the supplies needed.
“right here on my calf.” he points to the side of his calf. he had another tattoo closer to his ankle of two pokémon characters.
you slowly start tracing the design. what’s so important about this tattoo anyway that he had to come at 12 am. you’ve watched the movie a couple times, yeah it’s good but is it worth a tattoo or coming this late for one. you mentally curse myself for not being able to say no.
“you from here?” he asked looking down at you.
“nah im from new york city, i just go to school here.” you say keeping your focus on the tattoo.
“hm how long? i’ve never seen you around here.” he stated.
“about two years now, i don’t really go out much or talk to many people from here.” you continue working. the room was silent for the rest of the night, only thing audible was the faint music playing on the tv.
“k im done!” you smile down at your work. “is it okay if i take a couple pictures?”
“yeah it’s fine looks amazing by the way. thank you so much.” he examines the scissor hands tattoo as you take a couple pictures from different angles. “how much do i owe you?”
“one fifty.” you state turning around to clean up. he turns in your direction passing four one hundred bills to you. “oh no i can’t take this, it’s only one fifty.”
“no honestly take it, i came when you were closing please ill feel even worse if you don’t!” you nod your head and put the money in your backpack. “i really can’t thank you enough it looks amazing, do you have a business card? i’d love to come back sometime i love your work.” he starts to ramble and you let out a laugh.
“yeah they’re here in the front, you can take one as you walk out. you’re welcome it’s really no biggie.” it was though you have a morning class tomorrow and it’s nearly 3 am. you try to stay positive and not let your attitude slip out.
“hey i didn’t get your name.” he mentions
“oh it’s y/n.”
“nick.”
“oh i know trust me.” you think to yourself while you smile at him.
you explain the tattoo after care even though nobody ever listens. he finally leaves which means you can finally leave. you love your work and all but it’s so draining. you close up the shop and finally get in my car, the drive to your apartment isn’t far only 8 minutes but tonight it feels like an eternity.
you like driving though it calms you down, helps you think. you make it to your parking spot and really process what the fuck just happened. not that it’s outta this world cause growing up in new york you’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit but that was weird. you had so many questions but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you decided it was best to mind your business.
you finally make it to your apartment, happy to shower and get in bed but even happier to see your cat luna after a long ass day. you unlock your door set your things down on your counter.
“luna mama where are you?” you call out waiting for her to pop out from somewhere. “luna baby where are you?” she comes from underneath the couch, you bend down to pick her up and smother her with kisses. saying i miss you and i love you. you feel bad she hasn’t been getting the attention she deserves lately, you barely see her due to school and work. all of a sudden everyone wants a tattoo.
you finally shower enjoying the hot water run down your body calming you. not a single negative thought in your mind. you start to think if should you smoke after or fall asleep.
you get out the shower and check the time.
3:48 am
“fuck i gotta be up at 9.” you sigh, you need to stop taking appointments past 10 pm and leave it to the other artist. you’re always the last one to leave the shop.
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you groan hearing you alarm going off wising you could stay in bed forever. knowing it’s not possible and missing class is not an option especially not when your paper is due next week. you get up and get ready, putting water and food in lunas bowl before leaving and driving to campus.
you don’t live far from campus only a twelve minute drive. you hate being late though just the thought of everyone staring at you and observing your every move while trying to get situated makes you so uncomfortable. it feels like you’re interrupting an important conversation or meeting so you choose to be early or well on time.
you make it to class with five minutes to spare, sitting there just scrolling through your phone waiting for your professor to start the lesson. there was nothing special about todays lesson, taking notes and finishing up the paper.
ten minutes before class was over the professor started to talk about a situation that happened earlier this morning.
“as some of you may know there was a tragic incident that happened at around four thirty am this morning.” he paused for a second trying to gather all his thoughts, trying to use the right words before continuing. “the sturniolo family was brutally murdered, some knew nicolas sturniolo. he was a great student and a great friend to all. may he rest in peace.”
as he finished your face dropped, there was many whispers heard through out the class. this is all too confusing, you had just seen him.
your thoughts were cut off by the professor speaking again. “please appreciate all the people around you while they’re here, you never know what can happen. his brother is suffering from a great loss please respect his privacy.”
his brother? which brother?
people continued to whisper “i heard his brother went crazy and murdered them all.” said a random girl. “i heard it was nicks stalker, he was infatuated with him and when nick rejected him he couldn’t stand it.” another said. this is all so stupid. why do people jump to conclusions and spread rumors without knowing what really happened.
you started to feel overwhelmed you had to go home. before you left through the door, the professor said one last thing. “also the police will come by tomorrow and question some of you, please be sure to be early tomorrow morning. thank you all and please be safe”
with that you went home, you can’t come back to your afternoon classes it was all too much. did he know something was gonna happen? is that why he looked sad? you assumed it might of been a boy or something. not something this big.
you arrive at your house, trying to gather all your thoughts. not that you’re sad, you didn’t even know the boy but you can’t help but feel sorry for him, his family.
you tried to sleep, sleeping was like your therapy. or well not therapy just a way of not dealing with your emotions for the time being. sleeping was hard though, every time you closed your eyes you would see him.
you decide the beach was a good option. sometimes when you felt lonely or depressed you would go to the beach, smoke, and draw. it was calming, made you feel like you were the only person left in the world. usually you enjoyed your own company, you found peace in being alone. one of your traits your mom despised. she wanted you to go out more, explore, experience, have fun. not be locked away in the house when you’re not in school or at work.
you lie and tell her you do other things but she doesn’t believe you. she says she knows you more than you know yourself but she doesn’t understand you.
Y/N
hey mom i’m going to the beach i’ll call you when i get home.
sorry i haven’t called or texted much i’ve been super busy.
love you :)
you spent your afternoon at the beach, watching the sunset, hitting your blunt every now and then, sketching random flowers on your book. you could go on and on about flowers if you could, even nature.
you finally check the time when it’s fully dark deciding its a bit dangerous to be out so late considering what just happened around the area.
8:27 pm
you decide to pick up some pizza and call it a day. trying to mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. you really want to call of work tomorrow feeling like there too much going on around you. it was overwhelming, you think you’re overreacting none of this really affects you in anyway so why do you have this suffocating feeling? you feel like you’re literally drowning.
“luna you have it so easy mama, i’d love to be a house cat not a single worry in the world.” you sigh while rubbing her tummy as she purs.
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Authors note: another Sam Worthington fic for you, sweet angels!! This one can be read as a sequel to the first Sam fic I posted but can also be read as a stand-alone. This one is very much weird!reader coded and deranged <33 i hope you all enjoy!!
Warnings: nsfw 18+, minors DNI, smut, fluff, Dilf! Sam worthington, heavy obsession with one another, angst, reader is #weirdmanicpixiedreamgirl type beat, mentions of hurting oneself (not Self harm though), picking at scabs, petnames, Sam being very sweet and a good boyfriend
Synopsis
"I want you to eat me." You sob into the blankets, and you can hear Sam chuckle lightly behind you.
and God, you both want to consume one another. a dying urge to crawl into each other's arms until you mesh into one. he wants to bleed from you and run down your thighs and pick at your scabs until they burn and run rivers of velvet.
he doesn't question you. "How?" You feel his hand rest on the soft of your shoulder, turning your cheek to the duvet and you sob. "How would you like to be eaten?"
"Raw."
The air smells of wheat and lavender, and the lace tablecloth tickles the tops of your thighs in the gentle air.
"You have this look about you." Sam smiles, dimples soft against his cheeks. "Like you've seen everything and anything. Like you've lived too many lives to count."
His shoe toes at your Mary Jane, and you hum, taking a sip of your drink. Sea glass eyes focus in on you, and you flush under his warm gaze.
pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you turn away bashfully, focusing on the breathing trees and soft pillowy clouds that wave by.
The cafe Sam had picked was secluded enough for New York's standards of celebrity life. Tucked away in a quiet park that awarded a moment of gentle peace for the two of you.
Sam's hand cups your cheeks and turns you back to him. Sea glass eyes trace over you again, his lashes drooping in a gentle gaze.
"Where do you go in that head of yours hm?" His voice draws in his accent, lips pulled into a smirk.
shrugging, you pull back to take another sip of your drink. "Off to one of my past lives, I suppose."
he doesn't say anything, gently wrapping his hand over your chin again. He runs the knuckles of his other over your soft cheeks before tracing you features with the tips of his fingers.
You look up at him under your lashes before biting into his palm with a giggle. Sam pulls away in faux hurt, hissing through his teeth before settling back into the seat of his chair.
Sam takes you in – the soft of your hair, the glow of your skin under the sun. Your vanilla slip that rides up your thigh, leaving wake to your lace stockings.
"You're staring." Your voice pulls him back to you.
"I was."
Sam gives you a look that you can't quite make out. Not entirely confident that it's something in the way he responds or a separation in the age between the two of you — either way, he doesn't explain it to you, and you don't ask.
You blame it on the gap of maturity between the two of you.
There's a moment of pause before you hum, taking another sip of your drink before standing up and grabbing your purse.
Sam takes a wad of bills from his wallet and places them on the table. Linking your hands together, he lets you guide him.
—
In the park, Sam settles down near Birchwood and guides you to sit between his legs. Your back to his chest as he pulls your shared novel from your purse and begins to read.
It's soft and quiet in the meadow as spring circles round. Purples and yellows and baby blues are scattered around the soft tufts of grass.
A bird sings, and you let your eyes flutter shut as a plane hums overhead. The sun warms your cheeks and arms, decorating your lace slip in a halo glow.
"What do you say I shall do? The man asks. He speaks sadly, as though he knows the answer already, and it wears Oedipus' soul thin." Sam's voice, thick in his Australian drawl dances around you, chilling over your arms and the small cut on your knee and your hair and the glow of your dress.
There's a soft moment where you can hear Sam fold a page and set the book down before you're met with a gentle kiss to your cheek.
"You're my world, sweetheart." Sam mumbles against your cheek, nuzzling himself into you.
You hum, "tell me," Reaching back, you loop your arms around his neck, letting your head fall back to his chest.
"Sometimes I wish I could take you away from all this — all this bullshit celebrity life." He gestures around, "all those fake people with their fake lives and their fake everything. Y'too good fr'em."
You turn in his hold, unraveling yourself from his arms, sitting on your knees between his legs.
Your fingers tickle over the rust of his beard and upwards into his thick hair, letting roan slip through your fingers.
"I like my life." You smile with a hum, kissing him softly.
He nods in your hands, and you pull your sunglasses off to put on his head.
"I do." You tickle his side, "I like that they wish they were me. That they look at me and have half the mind not to kill themselves over someone so pretty."
Sam thinks of you as sickly beautiful. You're so smart and so goddamn beautiful. But you're sick and you're deranged and you're evil in the way you watch and pry and steal.
And he loves you for it. Loves the way your eyes light up when a horror film comes on or the way you get giddy when questioned at award ceremonies by those who are oh so above you - It's all the same to him.
Sam watches as you sway gently, lashes soft to your cheeks and your tongue rolling over the plush of your lips in a smirk.
"You wanna get out of here?" he cups your chin, and you nod.
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in the cool of your apartment, you sway through the auburn halls. Pulling Sam by the hands as Tchaikovsky echoes throughout the flat in a hazy song.
finding yourself on the foot of your bed, you fall to the duvet - flashes of rainbow and amber dance about your ceiling in a ballet, jumping from wall to wall by the glass prisms Sam had gifted you for your birthday.
he watches you like this. lost in your own mind in a bout of giggles that fall past your lips and absentminded humming.
kneeling to the floor, he begins to unbuckle your Mary Janes, kissing your knees through your lace stockings as he slides them off.
the tips of your white slip are stained with green from the meadow - trickling through the threads like a root.
Sam sits beside you on the bed, relaxing into your bed frame. he watches you, notes you, takes you in, and absorbs you.
you meet his eyes and crawl to your hand and knees, sitting back on your haunches to plant both laced feet to his chest. you trace the tips of your toes over each button of his shirt.
"You're naughty," his hand grazes the sole of your foot.
"And you pretend you don't like it." you sneer, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
the arch your feet press into the thick of his bulge beneath his pants and he hisses.
"Hands and knees." he directs.
the cream duvet is cool under your hands, rubbing and burning at your knees as Sam sits behind you. his eyes wander over you before his hands do - he likes to take his time.
he kisses down the backs of your thighs to the soft of your calves and the gentle arch of your feet. And when he slides into you, he kisses a line down the dip of your back, tracing shapes and poems and words of love he'll never speak. you do the same to the sheets below you.
the way you love is not kind, nor is it all encompassing and gentle. You destroy and you devour, and you exist as nothing and everything in the time it takes for Sam to enter you and for you to finish.
the stretch of his cock makes your head fall between your shoulders and you cry. your hand reaches back to his own that digs into the plush of your ass. His thumb traces over a scab that's been long healed and picked apart again, and it repeats.
"I want you to eat me." You sob into the blankets, and you can hear Sam chuckle lightly behind you.
and God, you both want to consume one another. a dying urge to crawl into each other's arms until you mesh into one. he wants to bleed from you and run down your thighs and pick at your scabs until they burn and run rivers of velvet.
he doesn't question you. "How?" You feel his hand rest on the soft of your shoulder, turning your cheek to the duvet and you sob. "How would you like to be eaten?"
"Raw."
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It's creeping up like a weed inside of you. It's rotting, and it's tearing you apart.
And it unsettles you so. As though it seeps into your skin and rots you just as it rots your mind and thoughts and seeps from your skin like a thickly sickness.
it must be a sickness you deicde. for what else could it be?
You'd begun to dig into the skin of your hand earlier during, freshly manicured nails scraping and cutting. It's almost pacifying. something to take your mind off the insufferable crowd and the creeping reminder of the fans and media outlets that will ultimately tear into you until there's nothing more of you left.
your skin is raw and it burns. You think of it sickly as you sigh under your breath, eyes falling shut.
"Y/n."
It's Sam. his thick brows cinched with worry and his hand gently soothing your thigh.
"Are you okay?" you nod. You think you might throw up.
"Yes, I'm okay."
Sam studies you for a moment. Searching in your eyes, almost pleading for you to tell the truth and have him pull you out of the building, have him drive you home and soothe your aches and worries away. Have him save you from the stupid fucking award show you hadn't even wanted to be at to begin with.
his hand squeezes your thigh, and he nods solemnly before turning back to the stage. And a part of you is relieved he doesn't push on the subject more; over time he's learned to let you come to him on your own.
A shrill scream rings among the crowd before an eruption of applause echoes throughout the room.
"I think i'd like to go home now." your lips bitten raw to match your hand and your pretty nails.
Sam turns to you, you feel his hand to your back before you hear him. Running gentle circles over your shoulder, your eyes flutter open and he leans forward to whisper something to you.
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"M'sorry," you sob into the warmth of him. he coos, soothing you as his cock fills you.
"Theres nothing to apologize for, sweetheart." Sam traces his knuckles over the soft of your cheek.
the ache of the stretch pulls you thin, and you sob into the warmth of Sams room. his cock bruises your walls, his thumb circling kind strokes against your clit.
"Shhh, you're okay." Sam whispers to your cheek as you sob. and it almost as if you cant stop, as if a backlog of tears roll up into your throat and choke you and deem you unworthy until the tides swallow you whole.
"Do you think im wrong?" you can hardly recognize your own voice. its distorted and raw and raspy and comes past your lips in cuts and scratches.
"No, no you're not wrong. you're okay." Sam continues to roll his hips into you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders, looking to his ceiling as your orgasm rides itself through you.
you moan and cry - you bite into Sam's shoulder and pray his skin tears open.
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you wake to soft chirps and the gentle roar of traffic. Sam still asleep next to you, his freckled arms wrapped over your hips and his roan hair dishevled.
careful not to wake him, you unravel yourself from his hold, pulling on your clothes and grabbing your purse.
You leave his house and head to your car, pulling out onto the road. you aren't sure where you're going.
the sky is a pretty pink and blue that chills over the morning mist and trickles in dew drops.
you feel sickly, you feel skinned, like the rotted and dead root that's been growing and weeding as finally sprung its ugly deformed petals, like its stupidly unaware of how painfully sick it its.
you feel raw.
The soft hum of 'Hearing Damage' circles throughout your car and you begin to feel the sun on your skin as it rises over the mountains of the plains.
Sam's profile appears on the screen of your dashboard. He's calling you. The phone icon pulses on the screen.
You don't pick up.
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The Captains Daughter- Chapter 20
A/N: Chat, I am back. I really hope you enjoy this, It's severely overdue, but thank you all for staying with me on this!!!
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Word count: 2k
Reader pov:
The following weeks are quite uneventful. We are sent on a few minor missions, all of which are successful, and are in a state of immense boredom. You almost want a war to break out at this point. But one late January day, your father calls everyone to the debriefing room. Anticipating a new mission, possibly one with more excitement, you and the 141 are practically bouncing on the balls of your feet with anticipation. One by one, you file in and sit down at the familiar long wooden table. knees bounce with expectation under the table.
Price walks in, everyone draws a breath.
Oddly, price has no folders in his hand, no loose papers, nothing. He walks in silently, clears his throat, sits at the head of the table and clasps his hands. He pauses before speaking.
"We're going to a wedding," he puts bluntly.
everyone exchanges confused glances.
"Well that was anticlimactic," Soap blurts.
Everyone breaks into chatter about the event before Price raises his hands to quiet the room.
"It's a good friend of mine, we served together. Names Bill,"
ohhhhh uncle Bill, you thought to yourself, happy for him and his soon-to-be wife.
Everyone nods and discusses the dress code, "Wait, wait, wait... am I going to have to wear a suit?" a voice from the corner of the room speaks up.
You turned toward the sound and saw Ghost, obviously peeved about having to dress up.
"Yes Ghost, your going to have to put on a suit," Your dad rolls his eyes.
The chatter continues as everyone files out of the room, the wedding was on for tomorrow evening, and you needed a dress. You contemplated returning home to get something out of your closet, but your overused sundresses just wouldn't cut it. You needed something flattering and mature.
That afternoon, you got permission to drive into the city to shop. The nearest mall was an hours drive from the base. Plugging your phone into the aux, you drowned out the hum of the road with an upbeat playlist for the drive.
You soon found yourself in a gorgeous, modern yet classy store. Elegant dresses lined the wall, from ballroom length to cocktail, there was no shortage of styles. Time, however, was of the essence. As you wandered aimlessly through the endless racks of dresses, an employee noticed your distress and walked over to introduce herself.
"Hey there! my names Georgia, how are you today?"
You give her a relieved smile. "Lost," you admit.
"Oh, happens to everyone, no worries. come with me, i'll get you measured and we'll find your perfect match!" Georgia says cheerfully.
She walks you over to an area near the fitting rooms, a plush ottoman and a soft rug are on the floor in front of a tall mirror. Georgia grabs her measuring tape and notes a few things.
"So, what occasion is this dress for?"
"A wedding, distant family friend."
She hums, "Okay so, like stunning... but like not steal the show stunning."
"Oh well I hardly think I could steal any of the spotlight from-"
Georgia cuts you off, "Nonsense! your absolutely enchanting!"
You give a weak smile at the complement as she goes and finds multiple dresses in various styles and colors. She goes through a quick but in depth fitting and analysis of each. Within the hour, you find one that you fall in love with. You can't help but grin as you look at the way the fabric showcases your body perfectly. You take it to the register and pay, bidding Georgia goodbye with a wave and a thank you.
That night, you do your best at an attempt to sleep. Your efforts remain futile as you toss and turn thinking of tomorrow. Catching up with old friends and family, dancing and drinking, but best of all...
Ghost gets to see you in a dress, The most flattering and gorgeous dress you've ever picked out. Finally, you find yourself drifting off slowly with those exciting thoughts.
-timeskip-
You arrive at the reception with your father, the rest of the group has their own rides. You try to let loose a little by grabbing a drink and catching up with friends and family, but you find yourself eyeing the door constantly, waiting for your masked comrade to walk in.
"Watching for danger eh? can't escape them habits the military drills into ya," The groom comes up behind you and ruffles your hair. You half smile and turn towards him.
"How ya been kid?" he asks.
The two of you chat for a few minutes before he goes off to find your father, you return to watching the door, thankful that he thought it was military instinct.
About an hour goes by and you down a few drinks, you were slightly buzzed but your mind was still clear. You still keep an eye on the door, waiting for Simon. You hardly notice when an old childhood friend of yours snakes an arm around your shoulder.
Startled, you flinch and raise your fist, but then you realize who it is and drop your arm awkwardly.
"Oh... uh... sorry Jake," you mumble.
"Ha! You musta had half a mind to think I was some kinda creep," Jake smirks and pulls you in for a hug. You try to pull away, but he has a vice-like grip around your shoulders.
You and Jake had been neighbors as kids, he was always over keeping you company after your mom left. The two of you had grown up like siblings, that's how you saw it at least...
Around your teenage years, you had started to experiment with boys a bit. Jake HATED all of your boyfriends. At first, it seemed like a protective older brother type thing, but after a while Jake got possessive. He followed you on dates, stalked the social media of all the boys you talked to, he scared people off and you hated it. This marked the beginning of the end of your friendship. Once you graduated and went to basic training, you talked to Jake less and less. Seeing him here was startling to say the least.
"Oh uh... yeah... didn't recognize you I guess," you said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
You scanned the venue for a familiar face to start a conversation with so you could get away from Jake. He seemed to notice this and tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.
"You here with anyone," Jake asked.
"Just uh... my dad," you decided to leave the 141 out of it so Jake wouldn't get angry and try anything.
"Mhm, how about I buy you a drink then?" he suggested.
"Uhm no... I've got one already," you gestured with your half empty glass. plus, you wanted to keep a clear mind in case Jake tried anything.
The night went on and you finally broke off from Jake. You floated in-between conversations, still no sign of Ghost, but you had seen Gaz and Soap briefly. In the midst of your search for the Lieutenant, you found yourself on the dance floor. Unfortunately, Jake found you too.
"Ah, Y/N, thought I lost you there,"
You chuckled uncomfortably, trying to keep it polite. The song switched to a slow dance and Jake reached for your hand.
"Seeing you here has brought me back," he whispered in your ear. "You've matured since high school" He places his other hand on your waist and you try to wiggle away.
"Jake stop"
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. May I have this dance?" He smirked.
"No. No you may not," You didn't know if it was the alcohol or not but you suddenly gained the courage to push him away, leaving all formalities behind.
"Y/N come on... we're made for each other, I know you better than anyone," Jake's voice grew more stern and threatening as he pulled you closer again.
"I...no...n-" your voice squeaked.
Suddenly, Jake's face turned pale, his eyes widened and you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"She's taken," Ghost says bluntly.
You are shocked at the turn of events and spin around to see Ghost, which causes you to fall a little off balance, but ghost places a strong hand on the small of your back to support you.
"I've gotcha, this prick won't bother you anymore," he says softly to you. His voice becomes more menacing when he faces Jake, "are we clear?"
The three words from Ghost are all it takes for Jake to give a quick nod and make his exit. Ghost gives a quick grunt "An old friend?"
"Yeah, something of the sort..." you breathe, watching him go.
Ghost clears his throat, "Sorry i'm late."
"It's no big deal, you came just in time."
"Yeah, just in time to dance with you."
Your heart rate quickens as you process his words. Is he joking? there's no way...
Soon enough, the two of you are whisked into the whirlwind of couples, Ghost dips and spins you with great care, as if you are a fragile porcelain doll. You've danced with men before, but this man makes you feel like a princess.
"You look gorgeous by the way," he says softly.
Okay, no way he's actually saying this, i'm dreaming.
"You look uh... good... er handsome yourself," you say breathlessly.
Come on liquid courage! do something other than make me tipsy!
You continue to move fluidly all over the floor, "You've got some experience I see," you joke.
"Mmh... maybe I just did my research beforehand," he smirked.
The song ends and the two of you take a seat. You take him in, his suit, which shows off his biceps and seems perfectly tailored to him. His balaclava, which he exchanged for a plain black one instead of skull print.
"You clean up nicely, trying to impress someone?" You say teasingly.
"I guess you could say that," he shrugs nonchalantly.
Now that's an answer you weren't expecting.
You sit in silence for a moment before Ghost speaks up. "That guy back there, was he trying anything on you?"
"To dance with me, yeah."
Ghost furrows his eyebrows, "and you know him?"
"Yeah... long story."
"Hm."
More silence follows until Ghost speaks again. "Seeing you with him, I didn't like that one bit," he looks straight ahead, not at you.
"Jealous?" you smirk.
"Yeah I uh... I guess you could say that," he sighs, still looking ahead.
Silence again
"You know what, fuck it," Ghost says slightly louder. "I didn't like seeing you with whatever his name was because I like you." he says matter-of-factly.
Your breath catches "I...I-you...me..."
he did not just say that
"I like you a lot and I couldn't give a fuck what our ranks are or who your father is, I just want... no, I NEED you to be mine," He continues.
"I...I uh... yes," You are embarrassed at how much of a nervous wreck you are right now.
"I'm taking that as a you like me back," Ghost says.
"Y-yes," you breathe.
You slowly get more comfortable as the night drags on, you never leave the side of your new boyfriend as the two of you bask in each other.
"All I want to do right now is dote on you and love you, show you my caring side," Ghost says at one point.
You giggle, "is the alcohol getting to you? Are you going to regret this in the morning?"
"Nope, completely sober, wouldn't want to forget this night with you."
The rest of the night is like a dream, you can't help but picture how the following days will be with this new relationship. hopefully this hangover won't be a smack in the face in the morning.
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just a drawing
(part 3)
Older Simon Riley × fem reader (artist)
∆ artist reader sees ghost while he is patrolling her city and she wanna draw ghost but he refuses ∆
Part 1 - part 2 - part4
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It was a beautiful calm night in that restaurant... Simon was wearing a nice black classic shirt... He feels so stupid, thinking he dressed too nicely ... He really wanna leave now .. it is just that she has a way with words ... Since he met her or she got stuck with him... She always makes him go wherever she wants... He thinks that she is really convincing...but He still doesn't know why he is complying with her?!...
and since that day at the beach, he has been thinking about her a lot.. it is intriguing... he needs to stop it before he gets too stuck..
He looks at his watch and sighs ...
...: hey..
He looks beside him and sees her finally coming to sit across from him on this elegant table...
"how you're doing?"... y/n Says with a soft smile... And you are wearing a pretty cute dress, as classic as him... The dress shows your soft feminine frame...
Simon just looks at her from her head to her toes before she sits down... And luckily y/n didn't notice he just checked her out...
He clears his throat and puts on a stoic face...
"Iam good... And you?.."
"I am okay... You won't believe what happened when I was waiting for my upper!... Listen listen..." And she just starts talking about whatever... She likes how he listens to her...
At first when she talked to him, she thought he didn't listen nor focus on her at all... So she stops talking suddenly in the middle of her little story ... And she discovered that he really has been listening.. he is just too calm because he asked her about a detail... Since then... She felt so comfortable with him... But she really still wanna convince him to let her draw him... she won't give up at all...
So they had dinner.. a nice meal...
At the end of their good "time" ... Y/n takes out her purse to get out her credit card to pay for her meal...
Simon just just looks at her in a certain way ... And she looks back at him and chuckles...
Y/n: "what?... Did I do something?..."
"No... Just... I didn't expect you to pay for yourself..."
"Ohh ... No no... We are friends so we split the bill... That's the rule"
"Hmm... Yeah... Well... That's convenient for me..."
Then they get out and walk out a bit ... It was a chilly night ....
"So I went on and turned off the computer... You know.. because.. like she could have asked me before using it... She is just dump...having a sister is tiring.."
"I never expected you had a sister..."
"Yeah... Why?..."
"Just thought you are an only child..."
"No I'm not...."
Then they both just walk in silence....
"What do you call a fish with no eyes?"
She feels a bit weird...she didn't expect that out-of-nowhere question ... Is he telling a joke?!...
"Um... Don't know... What do you call them?.."
He glances at her with a smug look on his face... And that's a first for her...
"FSH...f. s. h."
She couldn't believe that he just said the lamest joke ever... She just stares at him for a moment and laughs ... Not because it's funny.. but because it was unexpected...
"Nooo..." says as she puts her hand over her face.
"Yes..." says with a smug expression on his face.. as he side eyes her
She takes a deep breath to not giggle more... "Okay... let me think of one too.."
"Go on.."
she thinks a bit... Then gets one ... her eyes are sparkling a bit ...
"Oh oh... I got one .. so... What did one ocean say to the other ocean?..."
He shrugs..."what?.."
"Nothing.. it just waved..." Then she laughs at her own joke....
And he chuckles a little bit and raises an eyebrow as he looks at her..."really?... That was lame.."
She opens her mouth, surprised at his comment... "What?... And your joke was funny?..."
"Yeah.. it was funny... You laughed.."
"Barely ... And because I was surprised... My joke is better..."
"No .. mine better... Love"
She gives him a side eye annoyed look and shakes her head slightly... Chuckling at his confidence... And she lets it go for now...
She stays silent again for a bit and sighs in relief...
"But... Jokes aside ... Today was really nice .. thanks for accepting my request... I didn't expect you to accept... so thanks..."
He doesn't understand it himself...
"No problem..."
She smiles kindly... Looking ahead as she realizes that they almost reached her apartment...
"So... We are almost here.... I live in that building...." and she points at her balcony...
Then they stop in front of the building's entrance...
"So... Still no portrait?..."
"No..." He says firmly.. looking down at y/n..
She groans a bit loudly...
"Come on... Why not?..."
He doesn't answer that ... He just smiles a little calm smile... Which made her heart skips a beat .. she always feels that his smile is so pretty... Even if it was not that happy....it Makes her ... Like.. greedy?... She isn't sure... But... It feels so good... Slowly getting closer to him... she reallyWanna see more...
"Hey... You okay?..." He says gently... As he noticed how spacy she got....
She snaps out of it... Getting a bit nervous...
"Uhh... Yes.. yes... So okay.... And you sir?..."
He raises his an eyebrow at her... Looking down into her eyes.... Making her more nervous... Like he is looking into her soul ....
(Is that from his military experience or something??...)
"I am doing fine ..." says calmly as he just follows her flow...
She smiles softly as she feels a bit shy....
"Okay.. can I like.. text you? You know.... Maybe meet up again..."
He just looks a bit too calm suddenly... That she thought he will refuse...
"You can... It's okay..." he can`t believe he agreed.. he wanted this to be the last time..
She feels happy and her face lights up...
"Okay... Then be ready... Bye... the portrait offer is still on.."
He nods his head slightly and watches her walk inside the complex ... Making sure she is safe... then He leaves...
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In the opposite building... Someone with Binoculars standing in a barely open window..... Watching y/n with that huge man... And he almost broke the Binoculars..
....: "so you were out?!... You shouldn't see anyone... Y/n... You can't do that ... I will show you...and I think your time came..."
Then he punches the wall with so much hate.... Feeling blood rushing into his veins....
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The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 17
♡ Chapter Inspo: Too Sweet - Hozier ; "You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape."
♡ Summary: Winnie & Carmy attend one of their first full family functions as a couple, & Carm is anxious as shit that Donna will pop up.
♡ W/C: 10,217
♡ Posted Date: 04/16/2024
♡ A/N: WOW It has been a second since TB&HH got some love but we are so back!! I am actually really excited about this chapter! It is very long as you see, and It took a few times of scrapping & rewriting, and then I finally just said fuck it and did what I wanted to do LOL. I have been writing so much SydCarmy i've been achingg for some loveydovey Winnie & Carmy so here I am! As per usual requests are open for SydCarmy, CarmyxReader - anything really!
♡ Warnings for BTC: SmutSmutSmut (breeding kinks mentioned, car sex) - Swearing, Fluffy mush, Smoking cigarettes, talks of alcoholism, drinking
➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡
➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡
➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡
𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯
Carmen and I had made it official 3 months ago now, and we were just as happytogether and obsessed with each other as the day we’d met. Today was the day that Natalie’s younger daughter, Briana or Bee as the family lovingly calls her would be getting Christened since she was officially a year old last week.
When I returned last month from nannying in The Hamptons, Carmen had taken an entire week off permitted by Sydney being back in perfect health - and we fucked and ate and did whatever we wanted for the entire week before I had to get back to work. It was fair to say we had missed each other terribly and he’d told me I ‘wasn’t allowed to abandon him like that ever again’ even if it meant he had to pay all of my bills.
I huffed frustratedly, my fingers beginning to cramp up from trying so many times to clasp on my simplistic gold St. Christopher medallion with my long french tips that Carmen had been insisting on paying for every 2 weeks.
“Bear! I need help!” I called out to him where he was in the bathroom ‘borrowing’ my gel to relax his frizzy curls that he had no time to blowdry this morning.
“what‘sup honey?” He asked as soon as I called, coming out to the bedroom where I was stood in front of my full-length mirror struggling to clasp my jewlery.
This is how he’d been for the past 2 months or so, I call, and he answers nearly faster then I can finish my request.
It didn’t matter what he was doing, not if we were in the kitchen (he did get a bit huffy if it was extra busy, but never mean, never ever mean.) But if we were at home? It was almost scary how fast he came to my call. I had even filmed a TikTok- jokingly saying-
“My man will blindly do whatever I ask of him- watch- it’s weird as fuck- but it’s super cute. He will literally toss out whatever he’s doing and do what I say. I think he’s over in the living room drawing right now- but watch…he’s gonna shove all his colored pencils n’ shit right in his case and barrel over here like a puppy. Watch this. -”
I stepped into the hallway and flipped the camera
“ oh - and he’s gonna say ‘I’m sorry’ cause he wasn’t here the second I asked him.” I whispered before calling-
“ LLLLOVER?! What’re y’doin’s? Mon Ours?!” (My Bear?) down the hallway.
‘Huuuh???’ he called back
‘WHAT’RE Y’DOING LOVE?’ I called louder. I heard wooden pencils tinkling together and muttered curses for a few moments before he appeared at the end of the hall, coming up to me
“Wha?” he asked, “M’sorry honey- I couldn’t hear over the TV-“
“What are you doing?” I asked
“Uhhh…drawing? Why?” He asked “need something?”
“No” I shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Can you put it away?” I asked.
“Oh- sure gimme’ sec” he walked off to the living room for a few moments and I flipped the camera back to me,
“See he just does what I ask him to do what is this?! He just listens he’s the best listener-“ I whispered being interrupted by him asking
“Hey Honey? D’you mean like away away?” He called
“No just put up. come here” I called and he comes back to me, kissing my head
“Are Y’Hungry? D’ya need y’r water filled? What day is it again? I didn’t forget plans did I?” he checked his phone and I rolled my eyes playfully
“I just wanted kisses” I puckered my lips
He gratefully partook, kissing my lips before pecking all over my face. “Did you get your period and are just needy for love and kisses or Is this a test?”
I hit end on the recording, embarrassed by his stupidly good intuition.
It had gotten nearly 4 million views, and he was baffled as to why - when I explained the likely reason to him, he could barely understand that a lot of boyfriends didn’t give a shit about their girlfriends needs- at least to the level he does, so the way girls were thirsting after him in my comment section was new to him, and slightly overwhelming for me because it had been weeks and likes and comments were still pouring in, and there were lots of people that knew who he was. I had gotten at least 100 comments reading ‘is that like- THE Carmen Berzatto? Just…chilling in your house?!’
It was also kind of annoying because people kept asking to see him now since they either thought he was hot or they wanted him to talk about cooking, but I’d never ask him to. He isn’t my show pony, I know he’s hot and talented and smart and amazing and my absolute everything - and I’d love nothing more than to share all of that with the people who we’re asking, but I knew for a fact he didn’t like being on camera and wouldn’t be comfortable knowing 300 thousand people were gonna be seeing it- and possibly many, many more.
He thought it was sweet and funny that after when I told him I pranked him or more specifically, giggly telling him ‘you got-got bear, I got you so good’ that me ‘pranking’ him was asking him to put away his colored pencils and kiss me for the sake of it - when in culinary school his ‘friends’ idea of a prank was to dull out all of his knives so he’d have to spend nearly the whole day resharpening them and failing an assignment because of it.
“Oh, that? Here honey gimme” he takes the ends of the dainty chain from my fingers, standing behind me and clasping it easily before adjusting the charm gently to the middle before and kissing the top of my head. “Y’nails’re too long f’that Angel” he muttered, looking at the necklace in the mirror and rubbing over my lower stomach lovingly.
He did that move a lot ever since he started getting more comfortable when we made things official. Especially when he knew I was ovulating during sex. It drove me absolutely insane - he loved to do it while saying something along the lines of;
‘Y’want me t’fuck y’full pretty girl? Yeah? You wanna show everyone y’mine honey? Who you belong to princess? Are y’gonna have my babies? Mmm? Say it— Y’love it when I fuck y’like this, like a fuckin’ cat in heat. Ye’- is that it? Are you a filthy little fuckin animal? My pretty little pet?’
While he fucked me absolutely brainless. Before I went to my nanny gig, one day he peered over my shoulder while I was reading one of my fantasy books and saw the words mating press - he was immediately interested and very shyly asked what it was, before asking me to help show him what he needed to do to help me achieve that very position.
Surprisingly- after I had explained what the position was for in the books- it was the first time he didn’t quite literally leave or get overly anxious about the thought of us having children - even if it was just purely dirty talk. He just once again made sure that I was on birth control, and from there it became one of our very favorite positions.
I’d never fucked a man before that made me promise to have his babies someday before cumming in me as deep as he could and rubbing over my extremely vacant womb due to being so pussy-drunk. All while whispering how pretty I’d be swollen with his seed- worshiping me like I’d already been carrying the child- muttering about how hot it would be if I were to be all big-bellied carrying his baby. Maybe it was his kink? Surely it was just a kink and it was the moment talking not his actual desires.
It must be- because he’d been so adamant just a few months ago that he was ‘absolutely sure’ he didn’t want children so badly we nearly got into an argument over it when I asked him to just think about it outside of the realm of me. So he likely was simply turned on by the thought of a ‘nuclear domestic life’ just like any other person is.
“Thank you, you look so nice, Bear. I can’t wait until it’s over though cause I wanna touch your hair. Can’t though cause it has all the stuff in it” I said, turning around and gently pushing back the stray sticky curl that had fallen out of place and was laying on his forehead adorably.
“Mm Church isn’t my favorite pastime cause I have to have all the bullshit on. but you look…” he takes me in slowly, his hand sliding down over the curve of my waist. “Fuckin perfect. Can’t believe y’mine baby” he leans in for a kiss “wait- this stuff, can I kiss you?” He alludes to my lipstick which was likely about the same shade of red as my cheeks now due to his compliments.
“Find out” I said and pulled him by his jacket, kissing him deeply. He hummed, squeezing my bum and pulling my hips into his, squeezing them gently.
He was always extra careful to ask when I had makeup on and was getting ready to go out, that he could kiss me without messing anything up. He would sit and watch me do my makeup when going out for girls nights, so was very understanding and appreciative of the effort and time that went into it. He would help me pick out eyeshadow colors sometimes, but his favorite part was when I did lipstick. He tells me it ‘changes everything’ which makes me giggle, because that’s exactly what my grandma says.
I pull away after a few moments, “how’s the makeup?” I tease, checking in the mirror. “Lady Gaga knows what she’s doing babe” I gently dab below my lip with my beauty blender where he had gotten some of my foundation by mistake in the heated lip to lip transaction.
“The same one that did the poker face song?” He asked and I laugh a bit
“If that’s all you know her by then we still have a lot to learn about pop culture. But yes, the Gaga baby” I fixed up my lipliner a bit and he watched me in the mirror as I meticulously did so.
“Mm I remember that and the weird meat dress. Fuck you look amazing baby here lemme see” he turns me around when I put the pencil down, gently brushing my fringe from my eyes. “You are so beautiful baby, fuckin’ breathtaking” he kissed my forehead gently.
I smiled, holding his hands in mine and squeezing gently “you look very handsome baby, so handsome” I adjusted his tie and kissed his jaw gently. My alarm went off for 6:45 signaling it was time for us to leave, the sound causing me to jump a bit before I giggle shyly “Sorry. We’d better go” I grabbed my purse, making sure I had everything i’d need for the day.
“Y’still wanna get coffee honey?” He asked as he put his dress shoes on.
I nod “yeah- if I can get these stupid shoes on with this dress in time” I sat down on the bed slipping my foot in and trying to buckle the stupid tiny buckle with my nails, they were super pretty and Carm loved the scratches he got with them, but in terms of tiny things I always found myself struggling.
“Here-“ he knelt in front of me “Hold this Honey” he hands me the hem of my dress and I pulled it up for him. He carefully adjusted the straps so they were straight, before buckling it “that good? Y’want ‘em tighter?” He asks and I shook my head
“No- no. Thank you it’s perfect baby” I offer my other foot to him and he repeated the process. “You’re the best, Carmy, really. Sorry I keep needing your help when I go out” I said, kissing his cheek gently before he got up.
“Can’t blame yourself baby those things are… ridiculous. I dunno how they’re comfortable” he outstretched his hand to help me up.
I took it and kiss his lips lovingly once he pulled me up. “They aren’t. They just look pretty” I grab my purse once more, spraying on my perfume. “Now we’re ready” I said with a smile.
We got to the church with 5 minutes to spare before the service started, so we were able to find the back row where Richie, Eva, some random blonde that I’d assumed must be Eva’s mom, Syd, Fak, Natalie, and Pete, both of them with a kid in their lap were sitting.
Sugar spotted us first “Oh! Yay! You made it sweetheart how are you? You look so beautiful” she smiled
“Oh my gosh no way you all look so cute I love her little dress ohhh my gosh Carmy look at her!” I said happily
“Yeah - Hey, Uh- Moms not-“ Carmy asked her quietly.
“Bear - “ she almost laughed “She isn’t around until she can prove to me she's sober again” she said before turning to Fak who was sat next to her. “Honey, move down please! Look at all that row sweetheart” she nudged him with her elbow.
“Hi Winnie the Pooh” Fak said, sliding down enough for Carm and I to squeeze in next to sugar.
“Hey Neil! Hope you’re well it’s nice to see you.” I sit down next to Carmy, crossing my legs.
“So is she your girlfriend yet?” He asked Carmy, nudging his shoulder gently.
Carmy sighed deeply. “Yes, yes Fak. She’s my girlfriend. And we’re at church buddy. So it’s quiet time yeah?” He asked and I couldn’t help but stifle a giggle how he took after Sugars tone with him.
“Thanks Winnie nice to see You too- Your dress is pretty” he told me and I smiled
“Aww! Thanks bestie. Love the suit you look snappy” I said and held Carmys hand, kissing it gently.
“It’s great t’see you guys!” Syd waves and I lean forward to see her better - But Carmy didn’t even say anything.
I look at him, seeing he was totally not here. “babe” I ask and he breaks his spaced out gaze on the large stained glass window up front and looked at me.
“Mm?” He looks over at me. I rubbed his hand gently.
“Everything okay sweets?” I asked softly and he nodded a bit.
“Talk ‘bout it later” he said and squeezed my hand gently.
“Okay…” I said and hooked our arms together before relacing our fingers.
I watched as he went back to staring at the same stained glass window, and resumed that way throughout the entire service unless we were participating in something.
It worried me a bit, it seemed like he was disassociating - as to avoid what I wasn’t sure.
When we got back to the car I crossed my legs, buckling my seatbelt quietly and holding my purse in my lap. “What’s goin on baby?” I asked.
He shrugged, shaking his head a bit and starting the car. “Nothin.” He said plainly
“Mmm.” I mutter. “Funny cause you said we’d talk about it later” I said casually, pulling down the visor mirror on my side, reapplying my lipliner.
“Talkin ‘bout it now. And I said- nothin” he said shortly, starting the van and backing out of the parking spot.
“Ahhh of course because saying “nothings wrong” would have been too easy so instead- you added 3 extra words to tell me we’d talk about it now?” I pushed, carefully lining below my bottom lip.
“D’you ever drop anything?” He asked, annoyance lacing his tone.
“Mmm- no. I don’t..” I grinned teasingly
“It’s none of y’fuckin concern that’s what it is.” He said, rolling the window down and lighting a cigarette as we pulled up to a stoplight.
“Ohhh! Meeeeowww!” I teased, fishing my phone out of my purse. “Someone’s in a sour mood.” I tut, “I never got the invite to your pity party- did you forget about me lovey?” I teased.
He rolled his eyes, gripping the steering wheel with his right hand. “You love pushing my fuckin’ buttons.” He muttered before taking a drag.
“I loooove it. You know, you’ve yet to rage fuck me yet. Which is surprising- you’re 90% rage, and I’ve only gotten the 10% of soft.” I said, running my hand up his thigh until I got to his bulge, slowly stroking it over in his slacks.
“You couldn’t fucking handle it.” He said, grabbing my wrist. “Don’t fuckin test me.” He grumbled, flicking my hand into my lap and hitting the gas as the light turned green.
“Oh- oh- is that a challenge, Bear. You think I can’t take you? That I - can’t take you?” I scoffed, dropping my phone in the cup holder. “I find that a little rude. Where have your manners gone?” I drag my nails over the inside of his thigh, smiling to myself as his breath hitches.
I knew he was stuck in a loop about something negative- and since he didn’t want to talk about it- he likely needed to fuck about it. It was a system we’d created- kind of an unspoken one. But he would ruminate, and brood like a big baby - if I couldn’t coax it out of him with my words, he’d probably been so pent up with nowhere to put it so he needed to release all those hormones before he could get it off his tongue. He always did, after a long day the pillow talk we had would usually be intense feelings of self-doubt and fear of the restaurant failing- even though it was never close to failing. He’s worried about who knows what and needs to escape with something he has that will remain consistent, and something very accessible- and that something usually happens to be me.
“I’m fuckin driving” he said, but his growing arousal beneath my palm begged for me to continue.
“Mmhmmm? And?” I asked, gripping him firmly at the base of his cock that was prominently showing now.
“Y’fuckin- Jesus Christ” he hissed, holding the steering wheel with a white knuckle grasp. “Such a little fuckin-“ he gasped lightly as I grip him tighter.
“What” I goad. “What? Finish the sentence, Carmy.” I tease, running my thumb along the vein I’d already memorized, feeling his member jump in the grip of my hand at the action.
“Dirty fucking whore.” He hissed, cheeks pink at the admission.
I giggled. “Awww- it’s nice to finally hear you say it” I teased, dragging the edge of my nail along his rock hard head
“J-Just-” he swallowed thickly, eyes locked on the road, refusing to break to meet my gaze
“Juuuust” I goaded, adding pressure and he whimpered
“Y’re fuckin evil” he said through clenched teeth, swallowing thickly and shaking his head lightly. “I said I’m fuckin driving.” he repeated, hips involuntarily bucking up into my grasp.
“So?” I asked, gently dragging my thumb over his waistband “Did you want me to stop, Bear?” I asked and he inhaled sharply, slightly shaking his head.
“Ohhhh-oh! So you like when i’m a dirty fucking whore for you?” I questioned, my hand stilling over his goosebump-ridden skin.
“Do what y’gonna fuckin do” he muttered, swallowing thickly.
“Fine” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling my skirt up my waist, slipping my panties and nylons down in one go after kicking off my heels into the footwell of the passenger side.
“What’re you-“ he glanced over at me as I hiked my right leg up on the dashboard after pushing my seat back to lay down.
“I’m doing what I’m gonna do. You said it yourself Bear - I’m a dirty fucking whore” I responded, angling myself so he could see and spreading myself out for him “so wet for you” I said in a sultry tone, gathering the sticky slick on my middle and forefingers, before bringing it right in front of his lips.
“Don’t you love how dirty I am?” I teased, rubbing the sticky arousal on his bottom lip
He flicked his cigarette out the window and opened his mouth, taking my digits in and sucking them, humming in satisfaction at the taste “yeah I know you fucking love it. It’s why we’re perfect together you’re just as much a freak as I am” I said, pushing my fingers further and he widened his jaw wantingly.
I gasped a bit as he bit down on my fingers “Such an animal” I giggle squeezing his cheeks and rubbing my spit slicked fingers down his chin when he released me
“You really wanna go right now when I’m tellin you I’m not in a good mood?” He asked
“If you’re in the mood- I want you. Otherwise no thanks but I think you’d have said something before now” I pulled my dress out of the way of my core. “You aren’t gonna look? You always tell me how pretty I am baby” I gently spread my folds, rubbing my wet cold middle finger over my clit gently “mmm it’s so much better when you do it Carmy, don’t you wanna touch me?” I begged
He glanced over at me, tugging his lip between his teeth as he fans over my position, eyes trailing down to my pussy.. “You can come up with what we were doin’ since you wanna be so fuckin’ needy and can’t wait a few hours. Little sex demon” he said, slowing down and turning into a post office parking lot that was deserted due to it being a Sunday.
“I wouldn’t be so needy if you didn’t look so angry and your arms didn’t look so good in that jacket” I said, crawling in the back and sitting on the floor excitedly
“One second anger scares you the next it turns you on- I can’t fuckin figure you out” he said, shutting the van off and getting out of the drivers side, and quickly opening and shutting the back sliding door when he got in..
“Yelling scares me but I think being your little stress toy is sexy cause you appreciate it” I lay back when he took off his jacket, laying it down for me like a pillow.
“Whats the word?” he asked before kissing my neck with nipping, hot, wet kisses.
“First - gentle on the neck and leaving marks baby were gonna be with your family, and second orchid” I assured and he hiked up my skirt.
“Good Girl” he said and spread my legs open, his tattooed hand finding my soaked core immediately and dragging his middle and ring finger up the slick, rubbing over my clit with quick light circles making my toes curl .
I gasped, already feeling like every nerve in my body was on fire. He had managed in our times together to memorize every single thing that made me creen in pleasure. He wanted me soaked before he’d barely even touched me, because that gave him the satisfaction of having memorized my body and the way it reacts to every little possible stimulation.
“Your good girl” I breathed, tugging up my skirt higher so he can kiss over my stomach and hips how he usually did, during moments of intimacy he wanted to feel and taste every part of me I would let him - it felt more like worshiping if I was honest with myself, but when I thought about it I would get way too worked up.
“That’s right princess” he gently nips on my skin. “How could I ever be rough w’you? Mmm? When y’so fuckin sweet? And so fuckin good f’me?” He hums, settling my thighs around his hips.
I giggled, breaking up the gel in his hair as he kissed over my naval and hips, and gently massaging his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss, his kisses slowing before resting his forehead on my stomach and letting out a satisfied sigh at the action “Youre gonna have freshly fucked hair” I teased.
“Don’t care. Mm keep touchin’ me please. Fuck baby-“ he rested his chin on my flesh looking up at me “I missed y’touchin me. So bad. Just touch me however you want” he begged, causing me to smile, a warm loving blush heating my cheeks.
“You like when I touch you?” I gently caress his cheek and he leaned into it like a man starved.
“I love it. I need it baby- really. I miss it so bad when y’cant.” He took my hand, kissing my palm. “I need you” he said softly.
I swallowed hard, trying to relieve the growing lump in my throat and I cupped his cheeks lovingly. “I’m always here” I said softly and pulled him into a sweet messy wanting kiss
I wrapped my arms around his back, gently playing with the hair at the base of his neck, smiling into his lips when I felt the goosebumps adorning his neck. “The reason we’re back here is cause I need you” I said sultrily in the shell of his ear, kissing his jaw gently.
“I know ‘m sorry” he unbuttoned his pants and I cup his jaw bringing his attention back to me.
“That’s not how I meant it bear” I said softly, gently moving his hands out of the way and unzipping them for him. “I love touching you, you know what right?” I asked as I untucked his shirt, gently running my hands up his toned stomach, feeling him lightly shiver beneath me
“Uh- yeah…yeah- I do- I just sometimes feel like…I dunno. I ask f’r too much” he said quietly
I rubbed over his abs, gently squeezing his hips and trailing my palms over his ribs beneath the loose fabric. “When do you ever even ask baby? I offer. I know you like it so I do it” I pull him closer, kissing the exposed bit of chest from the top 2 buttons being opened.
“Is it weird when I do ask?” he questioned softly and I look up at him.
“No. It’s not, it’s sweet and it’s healthy, Carm. It’s good to be loved” I gently kiss his neck and he guided me to lay, pushing himself free of his boxers and slacks, and lining himself up before gently pushing in.
I moaned out, locking my legs around his waist and pulling myself closer to nudge him deeper inside, arching my hips and whining as I feel the tip of his cock right over that spongy spot that made me sob and shake with pleasure
“You are fuckin greedy t’day Jesus Christ” he breathed, holding my hips for me “so fuckin pretty” he said as he pulls out halfway before rutting into that spot and I gasp sharply
“Fuuuuck oh oh- you’re fucked” I whine to which he chuckled, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You said you could handle this babe” he reminded, pushing in deeper but slowly as to not hurt me, resting his hand at the base of my stomach. “Fuuuck I love when y’let me have y’like this baby I can get so fuckin’ deep feel this” he said, taking my hand and resting it at the base of my stomach, slowly thrusting in.
I felt the movement beneath my hand, my jaw slack and the most lewd pornographic noises coming from my chest “s-so- so big” I whined out dropping my head back in bliss and eyes fluttering shut
“That’s right baby my good fuckin’ girl- my fuckin girl. Y’take me so fuckin well princess like Y’re fuckin made for me ye? Like y’re made t’take my fuckin’ cock? Mm? Made f’me to fill with my cum?” He asked as he started the relentless pace.
I couldn’t even think - I just nod quickly in response “made f-uckkk yes- yesyesyesyes made for you I’m yours” I slurred, reaching down and rubbing my clit causing me to clench around him tightly
He grunted, looking down and watching my fingers spreading around his cock as I rubbed myself “yeah? Y’like bein’ mine? Mmm? Y’like that I fuckin own this pussy? So goddamn greedy - needin’ me t’fill you up twice already today and it's not even lunch” He thrusts harder causing my back to arch sharply
Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes now at the waves of pleasure that were so intense the air around us felt like it was crackling with electricity. I opened my eyes once more to find his gaze locked on my cunt, mesmerized by the thick white strings of arousal sticking to the base of his cock before snapping as he thrusted in and out.
“Mmm isn’t it so fucking pretty were so pretty together baby” I moved my fingers faster, sitting up on my other elbow and nearly collapsing again at the new pleasure it brought.
“Woah” he noticed, quickly wrapping an arm around my back and my head drops back to meet his gaze as he stopped thrusting
“Fuck me oh my god fuck me- I- can you please? My- my knees can’t touch the floor my thighs are too short when I’m up on your lap you’re right i’m so fucking greedy for you I need you please fill me up please claim me”” I said in a needy tone, my breath rapid and uneven.
“You are going to be the death of me” he groaned, holding the backs of my thighs and sitting me up on his hips with his palms on my ass, before leaning on the back wall of the van and thrusting up into me, hard and fast.
My eyes nearly rolled back before closing, my jaw slack with pleasure. I nodded quickly, tears spilling over my cheeks as he continued. Fireworks and stars float behind my eyes and I clutch the seat next to us with a white knuckle grasp to have some tether to my body.
“So fuckin pretty” he grunted, fucking up into me harder “y’want me to fill this pretty pussy up? Mmm? Y’want me to fuckin make sure y’drippin the rest of the day? My little whore” he kissed my neck roughly and I couldn’t even warn him before my hips were shaking and my core was squeezing and releasing around him in a way that told him I’d reached my peak.
My whole body felt waves of heat rushing through, everything felt so good it was starting to feel painful but I couldn’t ask for him to stop- I wouldn’t. I had never felt so good before, physically, mentally, emotionally. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. The words fell out of me before I’d even registered the thought wasn’t just a thought, and was really coming out of my mouth.
“I fucking love you” I cried out. 3 months. Three. That was it. That was all I’d had of him, and I’d known I’d loved him for probably 2 of those months. And had bitten my tongue and avoided the issue and successfully evaded his weird roundabout questions that would allude to me being in love with him until now. So if he didn’t feel the same, this was all we had, and all and would ever get.
“Shit. Say it. Say it again baby been wantin’ it so fuckin’ long now” he rasped. I opened up my eyes, looking up at him to see his gaze was locked on me, like I had hung the sun in the sky just for him.
“I love you Carmen.” I said honestly and he moaned, resting his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes. I smelt his minty breath mingling with mine, hot as it fanned my lips.
“Yeah? Say it- fuck- say it one more time angel” he said, hips stuttering and thrusts becoming more sloppy.
I cupped his cheeks, feeling as if we were the only 2 people left on earth and all we had was time.
“I fucking love you, bear” I said while looking into his eyes and he whined quietly, spilling into me so much that it began leaking out onto his thighs and the curve of my ass before he even pulled out and drawing me into a deep, fervent, wanting kiss, wrapping his strong arms around me and keeping his cock nestled deep inside as we exchanged hot, loving, messy kisses.
“Do you- do you really?” he asked when we pulled away to breathe, both of our chests moving up and down rapidly.
I nodded, swallowing thickly “It- It slipped out…I didn’t mean to tell you like this - I wasn’t thinking- I know it scares you- I- I wont say it again if it-” he stops me by kissing me again, slipping his tongue over mine and wrapping me in a bear hug, leaning against the door and sucking on my tongue gently.
I hum in satisfaction, closing my eyes and letting him have me. “Say it whenever you want, please” he said softly when he finally pulled away.
“You- you don’t think you can say it?” I asked, biting the inside of my lip nervously.
I had a feeling he was in love with me, but I’d been here before with someone and the L word scared them off. But the guy has been essentially living with me since we started seeing eachother - what else would that be!?
“No - No…honey thats not- I-I love you - ‘msorry, I thought you could… that you could tell what else should I do?” he asked and I smiled wide.
“Saying it was the only thing you were missing- oh and maybe coming home on time once in a while to show me you actually like being there- but nothing to be sorry for, I see you baby” I assured him, gently kissing his sticky sweaty cheek.
I felt like I was in the most beautiful dream ever, There was nothing more that I wanted than him, and this.
He buried his face in my neck, sniffling softly and remaining quiet for a few minutes, before saying “We should go home and change, theres definitely cum all over that dress” he joked. His voice sounded slightly horse, and when I sat up to look at him he quickly wiped away a tear staining his cheek.
“I love you, and you don’t have to say it all the time baby - I’ll probably say it a lot more than you cause it’s just how I am, and I know you, and how you are. You show me with your actions how much you love me, and thats what I need. I know baby, I know you love me. I can tell you love me, every day” I wiped the stray tears from his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, gently cupping his jaw.
“How could you know if I never said it?” he asked and rested his hands on my lower back.
I took a deep breath, sighing softly as I thought with a small smile on my lips “Lets see… you always make me lunch- and dinner - you always watch shows I wanna watch, you actually listen to me when I talk about them- and notice things, and ask me questions. You always say thank you, even for small silly things like when I rub your hair, or when I make you your coffee. You compliment my crochet and costume making, and ask me about the books I read. You bring Persephone little toys and treats on the weekends when you have to hang out with her while I do inventory with Sadie. You always push yourself for me- even though I never ask you to, like bringing me flowers- or that time you bought my perfume because it was getting low and didn't say anything? You show me, Carmy. Every day, to be loved is to be seen. And you are always showing me that you see things about me that I didn’t notice you could even see because I thought I hid them well enough” I asked and he nodded a bit
“Now that you mention it… I guess I didn’t know what it meant, I knew I felt for you like- differently… then anyone before. But I felt like it would be too fair to call it love” he said and I pout a bit
“What do you mean, fair?” I asked and he rubs up my back gently with flat palms
“Fair to me. I didn’t think that something that felt so good could be love, that it was like- the universe fuckin’ w’me again. And something er someone would take you away from me as soon as I called it love” he said and I gently kiss his chin, then lips, then the tip of his nose.
“Love can be scary, I keep waiting for me to do something and you just…turn. Like- like a monster or something. But it's not to do with you- because I can’t ever see you doing that, It’s just my past relationships scarred me so deeply that I'm just waiting. Like the day I dropped the cup at the restaurant, I thought you were gonna yell at me for some reason- even though you've never yelled at me. My ex would have yelled at me for hours over that- but you didn’t. You told me it was okay, and you cleaned it up and never rubbed it in my face or anything. That healed something in me, like- i’m not so scared to make a mistake around you anymore, cause it’s happened and you reacted healthily. So every time you think I'm going to leave, and I don't- it's going to heal a small part of a fear like that in you, and make this all alot less scary. At least- that's what my therapist says” I shruged a bit.
“I’m glad it’s with you. Being in love.” he said softly, eyes fluttering shut as I gently brushed my fingers through his messy hair to look a bit more contained.
I smiled, kissing his forehead gently “I’m glad too, Bear. I wouldn’t wanna love anyone else”
“Where the fuck have you guys been? Hey sweetheart- did you go back home and change?” Richie asks as we came in the kitchen.
I was baring a bouquet of flowers and Carmy was holding a 2 bottles of wine “sorry! Yeah my heels were bugging me it’s my fault” I said giving him a hug and he kisses my cheek
“You better not be pregnant yet the holidays are the worst time - also Richie will you quiet your loud mouth I just put Bee down” Natalie says as she comes by giving me a kiss on the cheek and ruffling Carm’s hair
“Wine? Look at you Bear she’s turned you into a real adult- takin’ gifts to parties like a big boy” she teased, taking the bottles and he rolled his eyes
“She’s not pregnant and you’re not funny” he took my hand, pulling me to him and rubbing my back gently.
That was another thing- the family now saw us as the next couple to get pregnant - even though we’d hardly been together a year - Because ‘they dont want our kids to be the only cousins being left out when the girls are older, I guess maybe I should take it as a good thing and being they’ve accepted me as one of theirs
“Let’s sneak t’the backyard before they can rope me in t’somethin yeah?” He whispered in my ear
“Okay” I smiled, kissing his cheek gently and lacing our fingers together as he leads us towards the back door
“Hey! Carm I didn’t know you were coming who’s this?” An older man says and I turned around
“I didn’t know you were comin’ hey Unc- this is my girlfriend, Winnie” he said and I smiled
“Hi” I wave shyly to the older man. I’d never seen him before, Carmy did mention though he had been paying an Uncle Jimmy back for money Mikey had borrowed for the restaurant but no one else - so this must be him.
“Ahhhh okay, Hello Winnie - what a name. You are just a sweetheart, Is this one treatin’ you good? I can knock some sense into ‘em. You ever need anything you come find Jimmy okay?” he teased and I smiled a bit
“He is nothing short of lovely but I promise I’ll pass word if that ever changes and take you up on the offer” I joked and he smiled
“She’s gonna fit in just fine here, Carm. Where’d you find this one?” He asked and Carm shrugged a bit.
“Just. Around. Moms not coming is she?” Carmy asked and I looked up at him
“Who knows kid. She told me she’s off the bottle but- who knows” he said with a shrug and Carm nodded a bit.
“Don’t tell ‘em where we went, please” he opened the back door, tugging me outside and shutting it behind us.
“If my mom comes we’re leaving” he said and I crossed my arms.
“You don’t want me to meet her but you love me?” I asked and he chuckled dryly.
He hadn’t spoken much about her, the most I’d known was that she’s a raging alcoholic- had driven a car through their family home at one point, but when Natalie had her first baby she cleaned up for about 6 months, then fell off again- and has been going months in addiction, then trying to clean up for a birthday or something like this, and the cycle maintains that way.
He digs his cigarettes out of his jeans, pulling one out. “I don’t want you to meet her because I love you. Don’t pull that. Is that gonna be a fuckin’ card for you now because I was honest?” He stuck it between his lips and lit it.
I felt my stomach twist. He was already starting to fly off the handle and say things he didn’t mean. That little comment would absolutely be a deeper conversation when we did get home - because I didn’t appreciate it in the slightest.
“A card?” I scoff “what do you mean card. This isn’t a game, Carm, this is our lives, There are no cards.” I took a deep breath to try and regulate myself. “You don’t really talk about her. And I don’t want to push you- but what is it is she mean? Is it just that you think she’s gonna hate me?” I questioned and he rubbed over his forehead, exhaling smoke away from us.
“Winnie it’s not even- this isn’t even the fuckin place t’talk about it. No she’s not- she’s not fuckin mean she just has issues okay. And she - she fuckin yells it’s more for your sake, she’s all fuckin loud and I don’t want her freakin you out and - I— I just don’t want her showing up and if she does oh well, we’ll be gone before she knew we were here. I don’t even want her knowing about you. Not right now at least. Whenever we get married or whatever the fuck - sure I’ll tell ‘er, but before then she just has the potential of fucking this up” he said before taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Of course. This was all leading back to his abandonment issues. Most of the issues in our relationship related back to my anxiety around death, and his anxiety around being left alone because he’s ‘not good enough’ in his mind. We couldn’t keep basing our relationship around fears or we’d never grow- so, I pushed.
“Your mom isn’t gonna scare me away. I don’t care if she is a screamer. My mom was a screamer. Chris didn’t have to deal with it- I did. By myself. So trust that I can handle it. I don’t want you getting comfortable yelling at me because I have to live with you. But I love you, and I love everyone else we’ve met in your family, and so I’m sure I will like her if she shows up.” I said and he shook his head.
“No. No. I don’t wanna hear what she has T’say babe. Good- thank you- I’m glad - I-I’m happy you aren’t gonna fuckin leave but I don’t want to hear her fuckin mouth, Winnie. Shes gonna have somethin to say about you, about us. And I- I can’t handle it. I care about you too much and I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut and I’m gonna ruin the entire night. If she chooses me the whole night will get ruined because if she chooses me you’ll start and then she of course can’t -“ he shut his eyes, breathing deeply.
He wasn’t budging about this, or even willing to compromise with me - and his telltale signs of a panic attack started to show, quick breathing, flushed skin, scrunched brows, literally shutting himself off by squeezing his eyes shut.
“Baby” I said softly, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his middle. “We’ll go. We’ll go.” I assured him, gently running my finger over the bulging vein in his neck with a featherlight touch. “You’re so stressed love, breathe” I rub my palm gently over his racing heart.
“This is why. I can’t even fuckin think about it Winnie, I can’t” he wrapped his arm around my waist and took another drag of his cigarette.
I had to break this thought loop he was stuck in right now. I could see the gears turning in his mind, each and every worst-case scenario playing out in great detail like a film reel. It was something that my therapist had taught me during sessions and I had eventually picked up on, and started doing it with Carm. She would ask me a random question about something I love, so Taylor Swift, or Music Festivals, or Cats, and get me really into talking about it - and all the negative thoughts just snap away.
“How many kinds of vinegar are there?” I ask and he raised his eyebrow in confusion.
“Vinegar?” He asked and I nod.
“All kinds. Well- I’ll be fair I guess cooking kinds, are there other kinds?” I gently fixed his chain to face the front.
“Anything that is a fruit vegetable or a grain can be a vinegar, honey- why are you asking me this?” He questions and I shrug.
“Because I wanna know. So ew you can make onion vinegar?” I scrunch my nose.
“Uh-“ he took a drag of his cigarette “yes babe but…who the fuck would want that?” He asked, a small hint of a smile on his lips, my trick working as it usually did.
“What about balsamic vinegar, what is that?” I asked, sticking my hand under his shirt and holding his hip, stroking little lines into his skin with the pad of my thumb.
“It’s grape juice vinegar instead of wine vinegar to put it simple” he said and I nod
“You’re smart” I said, gently kissing his jaw “so so smart. It’s sexy” I said and he gently squeezed my bum
“What’s all the interest about vinegar babe you writin’ a book?” He teased and I giggle into his skin
“You’re not stuck in a loop anymore that’s what” I kissed down his neck. “And I was thinking about it in church. I was like what is red wine vinegar. Oh yeah and what is it?” I asked and he chuckled.
“Mmm so full of questions sweetheart. They take red wine, then they ferment it, and then they add a culture-“
“A culture like yogurt?” I asked and he hummed
“A culture like yogurt, that’s right little Sous someone’s been listening when I go on about work stuff huh?” He said, patting me gently.
I smiled proudly “I love listening t’you. Okay keep going smarty sorry for interrupting” I said and he threw his cigarette butt down into the ash tray on the rail before wrapping his other arm around me and leaning against the wall.
“Well not much else princess, they just ferment it and then add the culture then they put it in a barrel to ferment” he explained and the door opened
“Bear Richie needs your help he’s fucking everything up with the lamb can you please come in?” Natalie asked
“I literally sent him a text of what to do step by step” he huffs, “You wanna do the lemon zest honey?” He asked me as we went inside
“Sure, I’ve been told I’m you’re best zester” I teased and he chuckled as he rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands
“You are my best zester and my best girl.” He kisses my temple when I come next to him at the sink to wash my hands.
𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓂'𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱.🧸
After I’d dressed the lamb and put it in the oven, I went and sat on the couch with Sadie and Winnie who were deep in conversation about something I couldn’t even pay attention to at the moment. Because Nat had pulled me aside about 25 minutes ago to tell me mom is coming, but only for dessert- and only because she’s ’on the mend again.’ Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.
She’d been ‘on the mend’ and uncountable amount of times since Natalie's kids had been born. Each time was unpredictable to say the least. I had completely given up on her ever becoming fully ‘healthy’ whatever that means, a long time ago. But if she would at the very least be honest and not have to make a huge scene of being removed when she shows up drunk after she swore she would be ‘sober as a nun’ that would be at the very least more respectable.
Natalie had begged me to stay. Said I was the ‘only one she’d talk to’ which felt like bullshit- because mom and I don’t talk. She talks and I listen - and I told her if she’s drunk we’re leaving. I have a bad feeling Winnie and Mom won’t take kindly to each other especially if moms drunk. Of course that wouldn’t be Winnies fault, but the point still stood strong. Also- Syd is here, and I don’t want Syd dealing with that. So if mom does show up - which I really hoped she wouldn’t and was just trying to give Natalie some false hope she still cared about the family at all since Mike did what he did - I’m taking Winnie and Syd and getting the fuck out of here..
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by Winnie laughing loudly “Sadie you are gonna piss him off stop” she rubs my arm
“I think it’s precious baby don’t listen to them” she said and I look up at Sadie who’s showing Syd a video on her phone and she gasps before slapping her arm and laughing
“Sadie stop!!” She laughs “A) he doesn’t carry a bag B) he doesn’t have a mustache- but everything else is accurate in that” she took a sip from her wine glass
“What? Are you making fun of me?” I asked and Winnie laughed a bit, a frisky grin on her face
“What!? Never baby it’s just a silly joke how we’re like..a common match I guess. It’s only a joke” she explained and I extended my hand
“Let me see” I told Sadie and she shook her head
“You weren’t paying attention so no” she teased and I roll my eyes
“Children” but I couldn’t help but smile a bit. That was something I did around Winnie a lot. Richie was right, she is very funny, in strange ways but she is. It’s more of a childlike randomness then anything else but it tends to really draw people in. It drew me in. I still hadn’t had a chance to ruminate over what happened earlier.
I do love her. I just feel scared that I said it, that now I did there really is another shoe waiting to drop. It almost felt like another secret, because if it’s not i’m gonna be drilled with questions. Questions that I likely don’t have the answer to and won't until I talk it out with my therapist like every other fucking thing in my life. It was starting to revolve around that woman. Or thats what it felt like. I’d been seeing an individual therapist for only 2 months out of the three we’d been dating. I’d started after breaking down in Nat’s car at 3 am that one time. She’d told me she was either dragging me there, or she ‘couldn’t be around me anymore’ because it hurt her too much to see me ‘spiraling out like Michael without the drugs’ .
I’d thought she was being dramatic, sure the only reason I broke down like that was Winnie, and I refused to stop seeing her so that would no longer happen - but I also couldn’t stand not seeing and talking to Nat so often, I forgot how much i’d missed her in New York and her …. nagging. Strangely enough.
“Bear-” I felt a grab on my shoulder and see Nat standing there “Let’s go outside yeah?” she said and I nodded a bit, looking over at Winnie
“Be back in a second yeah?” I kiss her head and she nods turning back to Sadie listening to whatever story she was telling her
I shut the door behind us digging a cigarette out and lighting it. “You’re quiet tonight” she leaned against the rail and watched me.
“A lot going on in case you haven’t realized” I muttered, taking a drag and looking down the street to avert her gaze. I wasn’t gonna go into everything right now, not here - and not when mom is gonna be here who knows when because she’s said that she was coming to dessert before and then came hours before expected because she thought Nat had told her 6 when she’d really told nat 8.
“Is it…Winnie?” she asked, and I suddenly felt annoyed at the thought that anyone could ever think she did something to me to intentionally make me feel this way
“No- no. Why would it be? Its fuckin mom. Winnie was all fuckin excited to come here and be here with all of you- because i’ve told you I don’t want her around mom- so since I was told she 100% was not coming I decided - oh how fuckin nice- she talks about never havin’ a fuckin family to do shit with, and never having been to a fuckin dinner like this- and now day fuckin’ of you drop on me she’d be here. If I’d have known, I’d never have come here. I’d never have told her. Because she loves to be apart and she - she wants me to feel good about shit like this but I can’t when mom’s involved. And now - it’s gonna be a whole fucking thing t’night when we get home. And its not her fault she sees when im upset, and its not her fault she can be normal when talking about shit like this. And its not her fault were all so fucked up. So it's not Winnie- Its us. Its who we are as a fucking family unit. So thats what it is, Nat” I said and finally looked over at her.
She sighed deeply, nodding a bit. “Shes smart, Bear. And strong as any one of us, i’ve talked to her, you know? More then just once. She’s got a good head on her shoulders, and you’re a good person, Carm. She’s not pestering you, she’s worried about you. But we all know how you love worrying about your own shit so much that you can’t see the people around wanting to help.” she said.
“Thats why I don’t want her around mom. Because I know she wont be able to stand her, Nat. She’s….she doesn’t let peoples shit slide. And I’m worried because I can’t control her- I- I wont. It’s one of her…rules” I sighed a bit.
“She gives you….rules?” she asked.
“Not like that- just like- ‘do this and I’ll leave you without question this is your warning’ and one of ‘em is If I ever seriously try to control how she acts around anyone were done. Which I can understand shes a girl and all that” I stomp out the burning butt under my shoe.
“See- shes smart. And It will be fine as long as Mom comes sober and stays that way. She wont start anything with anyone as long as she is. Can you just please, please do me a favor and try to keep her away from the liquor, Carm? We’re putting it away before she gets here but… She can’t be around the kids if she drinks and Bee’s been fussy and I can't let Charlie see her if she gets drunk without anyone looking. I can’t keep an eye on her, but you can! Please Carm, please” she begged.
“No- No. Fuck no, actually. Fuck that- and fuck this, Natalie. No, I’m not leaving my fucking girlfriend alone tonight, so I can chase mom around the house to make sure that she doesn’t drink. I’ve told you. I don’t want to be a part anymore of her fuckin’ bullshit! What are- are you even getting out of this, Natalie? She’s not a grandmother, she’s an extra child you bring around presenting as a fuckin’ grandmother because you want y’r fuckin’ kids to have what we didn’t even have. Newsflash, Nat- To know how to be a fuckin’ grandmother? You need to have been a mother- something she’s never been good at. I’m glad you took me out here because the last thing I needed was mom showing up - and me being expected to play fuckin’ alcoholic sitter all night. Enjoy your shit show with mom”
I turned around, opening the front door and having every urge to slam it, but holding back and shutting it calmly. I leaned against it, taking a few deep breaths and rubbing over my face. If I go in theliving room steaming, Winnie’s gonna cause a whole fucking scene trying to calm me down, well- not a scene - but she’d notice how upset I was off the bat, and then i’d make a scene trying to convince her I was fine when that was the furthest from the truth and spiral out of control when she didn’t believe me.
This was not how this night was gonna go. Not if I could do anything to help it. If Winnie wanted to do a big fucking family dinner at Nat’s or Richies, or something. Hell, I’d buy a fucking house and throw a dinner party there with everyone if it meant I kept her from being apart of this god damned dumpster fire of a situation.
“Honey” I called from the hall, trying to keep my voice even and digging my keys out of my pocket.
“Comin’!” she called from the living room, a few seconds later showing up at the end of the hall and padding over to me with her glass of wine and her regular smiley warm demenor.
“Hey baby” I tried my best to put on a small smile, “Uh- I’m sorry…I’m not feelin’ good my stomach is feelin’ pretty fucked and I have bad heartburn, we’ll come back for the next one, yeah?” I told her, wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her closer.
“Oh no! Sweetheart, you have barely eaten today mm? That may be why your tummy is buggin’ you. Lets get you something small before dinner and you can lay down and see if it passes? If not we can go, The lamb you made is smelling so good baby I wanted to try it, I’ve never had that before” She asked sweetly, gently rubbing my chest.
Damn her always having solutions.
“No- honey… please- please? I just wanna go home and lay down and watch our shows, I can’t even hold anything down right now- can we?” I asked gently, leaning against the wall.
Before she could even answer, my entire world spin and flew off of its axis. I wanted the ground to swallow Winnie and I up and send us somewhere that was anywhere but here. The entire house silenced, other then the near bane of my existence but also the unfortunate giver of life I was currently living out.
“No! NO! If my SON doesn’t want to see me, He will TELL ME WHY Natalie! He can EXPLAIN HIMSELF! I am not a child! I can HANDLE MY OWN SON YOU MY FUCKED UP LITTLE WANNABE AS MUCH AS YOU TRY TO REPLACE ME - ARE NOT HIS MOTHER!”
➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♡
#Carmen Berzatto x OC#carmy berzatto x oc#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear fic#the bear fanfiction#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto fanfiction#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto smut#the bear#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmy the bear#carmy x reader#carmen x reader#carmen berzatto blurb#borders & banners by saradika
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Headcanon: Holiday Gifts for Keanu's characters.
𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ス ˚ ₊ ‧꒰ ꒱ ‧ ₊˚
ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:
𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛
the *stoner accent* murst happy cheery boy on xmas!
he loves, LOVES gifts
christmas is one of his most favourite holidays, or in fact, IS his favourite holiday; halloween just being a close second
not just cause of the food
or the snow
the bodacious music or jolly vibes
or the free school holidays so he won't need to do stupid bogus history homework
but because of the presents!
ted would absolutely love if you gifted him something for christmas
it doesn't have to be elaborate or big, but something that a neurodivergent (/j) rock-enthusiast weird kid like him would like
custom guitar picks, comic books, a bucket of tutti-fruity bubblegum & cheese puffs, cute little stickers, fruit-flavoured candy (not too much though as they hurt his teefies), a nintendo gameboy, drawing books....
he'd also like makeup, like black eyeliner & eyeshadow and a couple of nail polish so him and bill can use for their wyld stallyns performances
gift him some eddie van halen posters, cds, keyrings, trinkets, or any of that paranphelia and he'll worship you for life
oh yeah, he don't play around with his eddie van halen
less you forget that
he'll also love tapes and cds and merch of other rock bands he adores
RUBIX CUBE! he'll love a mean rubix cube as his personal fidget toy 🥺
ted's very easy to please, just don't buy him an air supply or beatles vinyl album
𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒
antithesis of ted
this man is the grunge adaptation of scrooge, but with less hate and more indifference
doesn't really care about xmas
mostly thinks it's for kids
giving gifts to this guy will be a little bit hard because this man is such a depressed little nihilist sometimes
he'll scoff and bluff, but deep down his emotions speaks otherwise
he never really states what he like or anything personal about him - he's a very private man with only one thing on his mind (lyke idk saving the world from satan and the apocalypse ???)
but what you do know about him is that this man is a chronic smoker
john would definitely fw a silver plated lighter
like the vivienne westwood ones
or a custom black one with his initials on it
he also drinks a lot of whiskey
jack daniel's? jim beam bourbon? jameson?
pair that up with a leather hip flask and he's good to go
silver jewellery type of guy? mhm!
he'd love a cross chain necklace
like deep-silver cross/crucifix pendant ones
would look so fucking cool on him
silver accessories always look so hot on daddy constantine
other than that, nothing much
he's not invested in xmas but he doesn't hate it
his mind will be more occupied on demon hunting and existential brainrots than that
yet he still has a soft spot (secretly) so xmas with him won't be so bleeping bad
𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘
pretty normal about xmas
celebrating with him would be so freaking wholesome though
you're so used to seeing john as his stoic dilf self that him being all lovely with you during this jolly season would be a fever dream
giving him gifts would be, again, pretty normal
he's a simple guy, and already rich enough to buy himself whatever, after all, so your xmas shopping spend will be looking pretty alright
john is a traditional manly man so his gifts would be of that orient
he's also a bit old so keep that in mind...
brown leather-strapped watch, woody oak cologne, men's grooming set, a brand new dog that won't randomly disappear after a few months
john is a bookworm, he'd love some good ol' classic fiction novels and philosophical/critical/mindfuck books to open up and out his mind
he's a handy man so a brand-new toolbox would be nice
he's also a lover of whiskey and wine, so again, some jack daniel's or bourbon and malboc or pinot noir
this would be the funniest shit ever but please gift this man a pencil as a joke
i swear he'll be so oblivious at first but when he clocks, this mf will death stare you like hell whilst you try so hard to not burst into laughter
but on a wholesome note, a ring will put a smile right back onto that man's face
like cute couple rings you and him can wear, like he'll smile so hard
a heart locket necklace with a picture of you and him inside
oh he'll absolutely die inside
john's such a sucker for classic romance, you don't understand
he'll love vinyl records of 70s and 80s vintage classics, taking him back to his younger days
john will cherish these well... 💌
𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑
the very antithesis of ted
this man is scrooge
does not not care about xmas and probably never will
"mindless fucking consumerism"
he definitely thinks that shit is for kids
gifts for this guy will be as hard as an harvard acceptance letter
90% of the time this man is never really happy
he's either miserable or annoying or insulting or all at the same time
he would, however, accept it, if it's from you
but johnny never tells personal information
he's a very egotistical individual so the most personal you'll get from him is the edge of how big his c*ck is (*facepalms.png*)
𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑎
another happy cheery boy on xmas
and another favourite himbo of mine 💘
he obviously loves xmas
it's the only time he won't have to be digging under trash heaps for diamonds
he's a very weird and random kid so you know he'll like anything
finding a xmas present for him would be easy cause as long as the shit's entertaining, he's pretty much on board
and it's the 80s, so what really can a broke teenage runaway enjoy back then?
but anyways, that's whatever
rupert would definitely like these as gifts: comic books, candy, shakespeare novels, an eight ball, rubix cube, wristbands, money, a crown (???)-
SLIME! give the boy some green slime to play with! (helps with his stims)
*murmuring* why can i imagine him in a skir- yeah give this boy a skirt
and a skateboard
gnarly combination
𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜/𝑗𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟
basic as fuck
these dudes are like the hallmarks of xmas
both are different genres of white men in hallmark-esque movies
standard white guy, 30-something year old millennial who's into sports and having a beer with the boys vs twink stock image standard white man who's a doctor and every old karen white woman's dream come true
one, however, is more generic and conventionally attractive hallmark white male than the other (julian)
shane's a manly man so he'd probably like some fishing equipment or men's grooming kit or some kind of sports team merch
he'd also like those beer keg stands or mini fridges where he can put his infinite supply of heineken or guiness inside
a handy man also so a nice new toolbox too
julian...... yeah julian i don't actually know about
he's probably just bisexual or something, idk-
that's about it.
#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑣𝑜𝑥𝑥𝑦𝑥𝑦#headcanon#keanu reeves#xmas#ted logan#ted theodore logan#john wick#john constantine#shane falco#rupert marshetta#julian mercer#johnny silverhand#*#x reader
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what companions would be furries (+ what kind of animal they'd be)
Cait; Incredible trauma. Substance abuse. Questionable employment. This woman already is a furry in canon, Todd just didn't think it relevant to bring up. Not quite hardcore, but not a casual either. She has art and goes to conventions, but she's not getting a suit. There are a lot of good choices for a fursona, but I'm leaning towards a wolverine. They're small and they're fucking terrifying. Those bitches kill bears. They weigh about 30 lbs, give or take. Y'know what else is 30 lbs, give or take? A COCKER SPANIEL. Huge Cait energy.
Codsworth; Would not be a furry, but would find it endearing. Y'know, the same reaction an adult has as a child talks about their wolf roleplay during recess? "I am very confused but at least you have friends and fun, tell me more!" Robot Codsworth's fursona is an octopus, and a synth/human Codsy is a bird. Like...maybe an owl, or something similarly rounded/soft in shape. Think Owl from Winnie the Pooh.
Curie; She's a furry, not a Furry. She's not going to any conventions, and probably isn't drawing her fursona or commissioning art. Its likely she uses it to, like, educate children, like as a mascot for her clinic or something. Same situation as Codsy, two fursonas for her two different bodies. The synth body, that there is a mouse. Cute and very important to scientific discoveries, despite being often disregarded and more often, abused in the field. The Ms. Nanny bot fursona is a blue-ringed octopus, specifically.
Danse; Not a furry. Would find it very strange if it was explained to him, and would assume it was something kids do. Would be visibly disturbed if explained that, no, this is actually more of a teen-to-adult space. If he looks it up later and finds Certain Things, you will be receiving the bill for his next anti-depressants. However, entirely possible he is a closeted furry and has yet to realize this about himself. I'm leaning toward a bull? Bull-headed, obviously, but also, down to earth, reliable, et cetera...it fits his character.
Deacon; KING OF THE FURRIES. Has multiple fursuits, all homemade. Commissions every artist he can find, every Twitter furry artist has him on their waitlist. Does not half-ass his furriness. This man is the furry you only hear about, the one with all the art and custom costumes and all the money to throw at his hobby. His fursonas are plentiful and ever changing, but his favorite one? A chameleon, with holographic, reflective, ever-changing scales.
Gage; would not be a furry. Well aware of what it is due to exposure to Mason. Wouldn't have been into it even if his introduction wasn't him and his crew. He gets the idea, it's just that the idea is weird as fuck. He's a grown man and he has people to scam and/or murder. Obviously, Gage would be an iguana. They have a ridge and a naturally gruff, bored expression. And the skin texture is about the same, too.
Hancock; another casual furry. Its likely he was introduced to it and brought in by someone else, and just kinda stuck around. There are two options as to what he'd be. 1; a sphinx cat. He's lanky, the skin matches, he has some kitty-like traits. The big eyes are a huge part here. 2; sloth. He's a very chill dude, he's always high (sloths getting high is currently contested but the demeanor fits) and despite being very small and not outwardly threatening, is very capable of fucking you up (sloths will use their MASSIVE FUCKING CLAWS for defense).
MacCready; Is a furry. His fursona is a weasel. This is so obvious i don't feel the need to defend or explain this. Look at him. He's a furry. The only interesting thing to say here is that Duncan would also grow up to be a furry. But Mac? He would be a hardcore furry if he had the money. Funds keep him a casual fan. If he did...would be worse than Deacon.
Nick; A first-gen furry. An elder furry. The very old man at the con who sees that you're lost and confused but trying very hard, with your furry 2008 emo paw gloves and your cat ear headband and painted on whiskers, and shows you around. Takes you under his wing (literally, as his fursona is a raven, obvi) and introduces you to various artists, suitmakers, other furries your age he'd think you'd get along with...this community would be in shambles without people like him. He's been here since the beginning and has seen it all, truly.
Piper; dabbled, couldn't get into it. She'd be a passersby, a visitor of a con but not a participator. Interested in the art of furrydom, the actual art and the suits, but as an outside observer. If Piper were an animal...a ferret, a squirrel, a possum, some kind of street-smart rodent. Something clever and tricky, that's always where its not supposed to be. For a wildcard, I could also see her as a bat of some kind.
Preston; not a furry and completely neutral to it. It doesn't interest him, but he doesn't find it weird, either. It's people LARPing as animals, people have been doing that ever since they evolved from animals. He gets it, he really does. Preston would like nothing more than to be a cat that does nothing but sleep and yell for attention. The cat life is peak existence for him. It's just that Preston is very literal, and the furry thing is more exaggerated. He doesn't want cat ears. He wants to not be a human anymore, please for the love of god—
X6-88; furry. A secret, dignified furry. A pretensious one. A gatekeepy one. This furry judges you if you don't have a suit. He has one. He doesn't wear it, it cost more than some houses, it stays in a glass case like a taxidermied trophy hunt. X6-88 is a furry. His fursona? A Doberman, because they were bred to protect asshole tax collectors, which fits with X6 being a courser. Tall, all sharp edges, an arresting glare, and very loyal and hardworking.
#fallout 4#fo4#paladin danse#preston garvey#nick valentine#piper wright#x6-88#robert joseph maccready#companions react#porter gage#Codsworth#ada is a magpie and Longfellow is an angler fish#instead of a bulb angler!Longfellow has like. a beer bottle dangling
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Day 13
Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli
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1. O my beautiful God! I swim in Thy heart like a trout in the mountain torrent.
2. I leap from pool to pool in my joy; I am goodly with brown and gold and silver.
3. Why, I am lovelier than the russet autumn woods at the first snowfall.
4. And the crystal cave of my thought is lovelier than I.
5. Only one fish-hook can draw me out; it is a woman kneeling by the bank of the stream. It is she that pours the bright dew over herself, and into the sand so that the river gushes forth.
6. There is a bird on yonder myrtle; only the song of that bird can draw me out of the pool of Thy heart, O my God!
7. Who is this Neapolitan boy that laughs in his happiness? His lover is the mighty crater of the Mountain of Fire. I saw his charred limbs borne down the slopes in a stealthy tongue of liquid stone.
8. And Oh! the chirp of the cicada!
9. I remember the days when I was cacique in Mexico.
10. O my God, wast Thou then as now my beautiful lover?
11. Was my boyhood then as now Thy toy, Thy joy?
12. Verily, I remember those iron days.
13. I remember how we drenched the bitter lakes with our torrent of gold; how we sank the treasurable image in the crater of Citlaltepetl.
14. How the good flame lifted us even unto the lowlands, setting us down in the impenetrable forest.
15. Yea, Thou wast a strange scarlet bird with a bill of gold. I was Thy mate in the forests of the lowland; and ever we heard from afar the shrill chant of mutilated priests and the insane clamour of the Sacrifice of Maidens.
16. There was a weird winged God that told us of his wisdom.
17. We attained to be starry grains of gold dust in the sands of a slow river.
18. Yea, and that river was the river of space and time also.
19. We parted thence; ever to the smaller, ever to the greater, until now, O sweet God, we are ourselves, the same.
20. O God of mine, Thou art like a little white goat with lightning in his horns!
21. I love Thee, I love Thee.
22. Every breath, every word, every thought, every deed is an act of love with Thee.
23. The beat of my heart is the pendulum of love.
24. The songs of me are the soft sighs:
25. The thoughts of me are very rapture:
26. And my deeds are the myriads of Thy children, the stars and the atoms.
27. Let there be nothing!
28. Let all things drop into this ocean of love!
29. Be this devotion a potent spell to exorcise the demons of the Five!
30. Ah God, all is gone! Thou dost consummate Thy rapture. Falútli! Falútli!
31. There is a solemnity of the silence. There is no more voice at all.
32. So shall it be unto the end. We who were dust shall never fall away into the dust.
33. So shall it be.
34. Then, O my God, the breath of the Garden of Spices. All these have a savour averse.
35. The cone is cut with an infinite ray; the curve of hyperbolic life springs into being.
36. Farther and farther we float; yet we are still. It is the chain of systems that is falling away from us.
37. First falls the silly world; the world of the old grey land.
38. Falls it unthinkably far, with its sorrowful bearded face presiding over it; it fades to silence and woe.
39. We to silence and bliss, and the face is the laughing face of Eros.
40. Smiling we greet him with the secret signs.
41. He leads us into the Inverted Palace.
42. There is the Heart of Blood, a pyramid reaching its apex down beyond the Wrong of the Beginning.
43. Bury me unto Thy Glory, O beloved, O princely lover of this harlot maiden, within the Secretest Chamber of the Palace!
44. It is done quickly; yea, the seal is set upon the vault.
45. There is one that shall avail to open it.
46. Nor by memory, nor by imagination, nor by prayer, nor by fasting, nor by scourging, nor by drugs, nor by ritual, nor by meditation; only by passive love shall he avail.
47. He shall await the sword of the Beloved and bare his throat for the stroke.
48. Then shall his blood leap out and write me runes in the sky; yea, write me runes in the sky.
This day is for my Cult ❤️❤️❤️ years favorite is in bold.
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ASMR headcanons. Go.
Oh fuck oh shit ok uhhhhh
(Like what they would make I'm assuming if not tell my dumbass lmao also sorry this is so late I got promoted at my job!!!)
Lucifer
Basic bitch
Literally just him doing paperwork
(with muffled chaos of his brothers (children) in the background)
Literally only does it because Asmo told Diavolo about it and now he's "obsessed" (it's his excuse to use DevilTube when he should be working)
Mammon
#richboyshit
Coins dropping, bills fanning out, card successfully going through on a transaction, the works
He's doing it to flex on all the broke bitches (make himself feel better when he's broke
Honestly pretty annoying with it but at least he's happy
Leviathan
Old video game sound effects
(Also those anime fave character comfort ones but even he knows that's cringe so no one knows it's him)
It's canon he makes let's plays already so he's already got the equipment and a fan base
His only struggle is the constant fear someone he knows will stumble upon his 2 hour Ruri-Chan comfort ASMR
Satan
Either book/reading ASMR or cats
Pages turning, a voice that fits the scene, sound effects to draw the listener even further into this other world...
...or....literally just cat meows, chirps, and shenanigans
It's obvious which one he's listening to as well because he's either a statue for hours on end or giggling and kicking his feet
Asmodeus
The QUEEN obviously does beauty ASMR
Nails clicking, soft music, whisper reviews of the products he's using, he's a pro
His favorites are the recorded ones so he can cut out parts he doesn't like, but he's no stranger to live streams either while he does his makeup
He even occasionally does a night time routine and lets people see him without any makeup😩✋💖
Beelzebub
Food.....duh...??
Immediately shoots into his own league and wipes the competition tf out
The best part is that his fame is a total accident and he still doesn't realize it
Mans just recorded himself eating, forgot to actually review it, and now has so many followers he rivals Asmo
Belphegor
Literally just him dead asleep, maybe a soft snore, a fart here and there
It's so stupid it's actually funny and he has a decent amount of subs because of it
Started as a joke because Mammon had recorded him sleeping in a weird place and it just escalated from there
Belphie has one of the funniest fan bases change my mind
Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebsworld
#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me swd#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie
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So i had this dream…and decided to sketch and write a fic about it lol
Danny was wearing this orange suit, Jack and Vlad were merged and Maddie was…chill? I didn’t draw it but Danielle was a baby lol.
Anyways the fic is pretty much the same as my dream, i didn’t change much.
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When Dan had appeared upper-waist only through a portal and snatched Danny, he had been chilling with Sam and Tucker on his bed.
As soon as he glimpsed flaming white hair, Danny tugged at his core to transform. 'How did he escape the thermos?! Oh God, Dan probably wanted revenge and is going to lock me up, so he can kill my loved ones-“
With that thought, Danny couldn't help his shallow breathing and prickling eyes. Sam and Tucker's yells resounded as he was pulled through a portal, claws holding onto his stomach.
As soon as they were through the portal, Danny went intangible to get out of Dan's hold and flew away, back hitting a wall, eyes trained on Dan.
"Oh, dear...he's trembling, what did you do?!" Spoke a young, feminine voice. It sounded a bit like his mom, especially when scolding Fruitloop.
“Nothing, Mads!” Dan defended and- did Dan sound like he didn’t smoke 30 packs a day?
"???" Danny uttered, breathing audible.
"How in the butter biscuits did you make that sound?" Dan's eyes widened incredulously at him, brows furrowed.
'The Zone? When did Dan start saying 'butter biscuits'? Agh, Dan is other me and Vlad merged, whatever,'
"Listen, you're Invis-o-bill, right?" he woman spoke aga- yeah no thats his mom but also...not?
Very Elequoent, Danny.
"I-", Danny took in a sharp breath, still eyeing Dan warily, "The press gave me that name. Phantom, actually,"
He hated how shaky he sounded. He defeated Dan, he can do it again. But...some things aren't adding up. He needed answers.
Dan looks different, and is wearing a tight shirt. The woman is real, he can hear her heartbeat. Yet, she precisely looks like his mom a few years ago.
"Sorry, Phantom. We need your help. Our daughter's gone missing," Not mom, replied with a soft tone.
"DAUGHTER?!" Danny shrieked, as his eyes widened, bouncing between Dan and Not mom. Oh God, is this the timeline you abandoned
(Not?) Dan shut his eyes as he rubbed his temple, "We're wasting time, Danielle is missing and I had to use the Fenton Location-Snatcher to grab you. We figured you could help us since I suck at my ghost powers,"
Yeah, no. That's not Dan. At least, not the one (thankfully) locked up in the thermos at Clockwork's tower. Dan spoke like Vlad i.e. like a rich bitch, and his eyes only conveyed the desire to see the world burn. This is an alternate dimension, then.
“Who are you?” Danny questioned albeit roughly.
“I’m Maddison Fenton,” Maddison cheerfully began, “And this…is…hm, we haven’t thought up of a name for you, huh?”
“I’m…Vlad? Jack? Vlack? Ugh, ignore the last one,” Jald, Danny decided.
Danny snorted, "Why not? Jald, Bald. If a strong breeze comes by, your hair would be put out, you would be bald, Jald,"
Maddison chortled behind her hand, Jald’s eyelid twitching in response.
“I’ll help you,” Danny floated closer to Maddison, “i’m not from this dimension, by the way,” he said offhandedly.
Getting closer was a mistake, as Maddison grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, “The Fenton Location-Snatcher can do that?!”
Danny leaned back, “Yeah, if it’s the same one as mine, which I destroyed for good reason,”
A lout boom! resounded, shaking the room. Jald and Maddie made eye contact as they let out a loud "DANIELLE!"
Danny grabbed them both, turning intangible to fly towards the sound.
When Nasty Burger came into view, Danny glanced briefly at Jald. He faltered slightly but shook his head and kept going.
Maddison gasped as she pointed at the ground, "There she is! She's gotten control of the condiments!"
Jald shook his head, "Thats why people were covered in red, yellow and that weird beige,"
Danny landed the three as they dodged flying splatters. As soon as they touched down, he brought up a weak ecto-shield over them.
"Neat," Jald commented with an unreadable expression.
"Danielle!" Maddison cried out in relief as a...baby? came into view?
Danny blinked in slight fear as his shield began to crack, how strong was this literal baby?!
"Shield's gonna break," Danny warned, "Can you get her to stop her battalion of condiments?"
“Danielle, look here!” Maddison cooed. It got baby Danielle to stop momentarily and search for her. Jald went intangible through the shield and snatched her.
“Surrogate ghost children will be fun, they lied. Give it a try, you won’t get attached and can give ‘em back, they lied,” Jald muttered in annoyance.
‘I should take pics, Elle would hate it when she sees them,’ Danny mused with a smirk.
He took down his shield, gazing around at the damage. Damn…if this is what baby Danielle did with condiments; what were his post-battles like?
Danny frowned as he caught his reflection in a broken window. Why is…his suit is black and orange like dad’s? His facial features are softer too…? What-?
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Danny gasped as he sat upright in his bed. He threw the covers off and ran to his mirror, pulling at his core a bit too harshly as the rings washed over. He had to check…!
Danny sighed as his reflection stared back wearily.
Going invisible, he went intangible through the walls and reached his parents room.
He broke out another sigh of relief, just his mom and dad sleeping in their hazmat suits. There’s an OSHA violation or something with that…
Should he visit Clockwork and check the thermos? It was just a terrible nightmare but…
…Ugh, what did Jazz say about needing to check everything? That ‘He needs to be satisfied with partial confirmation, that is by proxy full confirmation’?
Whatever, he’ll just go back to sleep. He has school tomorrow.
Danny laid back, after de-transforming, gazing at the glow-in-the-dark stars. They’re accurate to the real constellations, thank you very much.
He slept soundly.
For a total of 10 seconds.
“Wake up, Space Cadet! It’s time for training at the academy! Wake up Space Cadet-“
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Time to get controversial
A Tumblr Sexyman is NOT defined by being conventionally sexy, charismatic, popular, or unexpected.
Which seems to be something a lot of people running/participating in sexy man polls in don’t seem to understand. In fact, I would argue sexyman status isn’t even something you can vote on—it’s objective, not matter of opinion.
If we examine some of the undeniable sexmen (the Oncelor, Sans Undertale, Bill Cipher, that clock for some reason) we can find some clear-cut traits that define sexymen.
- They aren’t conventionally attractive in canon.
Sans is an actual skeleton. He’s also short and fat, can be attractive but does not fit conventional beauty standards. Bill Cipher is a triangle with stick-figure limbs and a single eye. The clock from Dont Hug Me I’m Scared is a clock. You might be able to make an argument for the Onceler, but his appearance is more soft, cartoony, and “cute” than what one might consider conventionally sexy.
- They’re frequently drawn as slim white men in fashionable clothing.
Literally every sexyman other than Sans, like, seriously. If they have a vague or non-human appearance in canon, but several fans have drawn them as thin white dudes in tuxedos, they’re likely a sexy man.
- They’re powerful.
The Oncelor becomes a mega-rich gazillionaire who makes his own city. When Sans actually bothers to fight, he has the most challenging battle in the game. Bill Cipher is an actual chaos demon who causes an apocalypse. The Clock has like, time powers n shit.
- They have at least one likeable trait.
Both Sans and Bill Cipher are well liked for being funny and comedic. The Oncelor, pre-greed binge, is a soft boy who was bullied by his family.
- They’re usually shipped with a variant of themself. (Also usually are depicted as gay men by the fandom)
The Onceler is the most infamous for this one, however there was also a huge amount of AU Sanses, many of which were frequently paired up. Even Bill Cipher was shipped with the borderline fan-original blue square Tad Strange, who was assumed to be a chaos demon as well on name alone (he was Not.)
- They usually fill an antagonistic role, or otherwise are involved in causing conflict.
The Onceler kills the truffla trees, while Bill Cipher and the Clock are more or less straight up villains. Sans is an interesting case as he’s only an antagonist in the No Mercy route, giving him the benefit of both filling an antagonistic role while also being popularly viewed as a tragic hero.
- They have a rabid fandom at their peak.
Again, the Onceler is most infamous, but this also applies to the other three examples.
- Most importantly—most people HATE them.
The fandom is called cringe and weird, but it’s inescapable. It’s a common DNI or something people get hate anons over. And nothing about the fandom riles people up more than the Sexyman. “I don’t understand,” the outsiders cry. “Why are you drawing him hot? Why are you treating him like a sad little puppy when? He doesn’t look like that!” And maybe a few years down the row those same outsiders will look back with nostalgia, even fondness. But a Sexyman is forged in the flames of derision and scorn. They are cringe, and their fans are cringe.
So next time you see a Sexyman poll, remember.
If you hate a character, that doesn’t mean they aren’t a sexyman.
It might be all the more proof they are.
“Sexyman” is not an award. It is a diagnosis.
#tumblr sexyman#sexyman#why did i make this u ask#its because i saw dream from the dream smp losing a minecraft sexyman poll#and the comments said it was because they didn’t like him#AS SOON AS YOU LET PREFERENCE INFLUENCE YOU IT IS A FAILED MEASUREMENT#hate him or love him dsmp dream fits all of the criteria of a sexyman.#in fact hating him just makes him more sexy man#sexy man is not an AWARD it is a DIAGNOSIS
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🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2022 🎊
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ABOUT THE EVENT
Once again, t’s time to shine a light on the man himself, Freddie Mercury! YOUR creative contributions are wanted! You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch. 😉 Any ship, any genre, any way you like, so long as it’s about Freddie. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan! (Except maybe strangling him with his own scarf. That’s pretty weird. Don’t do that.)
WHEN? On the 3rd, 4th and 5th of June.
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THE PROMPTS
The prompts are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, ignore them, make of them whatever you want! 😊
3rd of June - 400-800 word challenge!
No time to write? First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! Each of these mini-prompts is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!
Kitten 😺 | Crush 💕 | Panic 😱 | Letter 💌
Telephone ☎️ | Trapped 🧱 | Terminal 😔 | Tour bus 🚌
Boarding school 🏫 | Knickers 🩲 | Flying 🍃 | Microphone 🎤
Cooking 👨🍳 | Heartbreak 💔 | Baby-sitting 👶🏼 | Ballet slippers 🩰
First time 😳 | Eyeliner 👁️ | Bruise 😢 | Petals 🌸
4th of June - Is This The Real Life?
A list of real event prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them is entirely up to you!
1964 - That time a violent revolution in Zanzibar caused Freddie’s family to flee the country.
1970 - That time Freddie’s idol, Jimi Hendrix, tragically passed away. Roger and Freddie closed their stall early. Later at rehearsals, Queen played Hendrix songs as a tribute.
mid-1970s - That time Ratty and Freddie almost died in a car crash, but things turned out unexpectedly hilarious.
1982 - That time Bill Reid was a dangerous, abusive, violent drunk during the Hot Space US tour and Freddie’s bodyguard went on to tell the tale.
1985 - That time Freddie would not stop calling Jim in the wee hours of the morning.
1991 - That time Freddie prepared letters/gifts for those he would leave behind. (Was Elton’s gift the only one?)
Or, let these quotes inspire you! ➡️
“Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!”
“I like to be surrounded by splendid things.”
“I can't cook, and I'd be a terrible housewife.”
“I am loved by thousands, but I feel like the loneliest man in the world.”
“Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease.”
“It destroys the soul to hear that you're all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived.”
“The bigger the better; in everything.”
“I think I'm sort of a chameleon. I change and I have moods, and I think it's a combination of a lot of characters that make up a person anyway. I think over and above I'm a person of extremes. I can be very soft, but that makes me that much more tenacious.”
5th of June - Is It Just Fantasy?
A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Going for the classics this time around, but feel free to change them up however you like!
Soulmate AU… in a society which no longer believes in such scientifically unsupported hogwash as soulmates, and yet…
Fairytale/Fantasy AU… Freddie isn’t exactly the dragon-slaying warrior prince he is expected to be, as a firstborn male heir to the kingdom. But perhaps the dragon he is expected to slay is no ordinary dragon…
High School AU… School sucks. Most days, Freddie would rather be anywhere else. That is, until a new student joins the class…
Modern Day AU… Who is Freddie Mercury in 2022? A jaded artist, like too many others who tried and failed? A social media celebrity? A primary school music teacher? A contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race?! (We have no idea, you tell us!)
Horror AU… But who is the monster? And who is the villain? Are the two one and the same?
Or, let these incorrect quotes inspire you! ➡️
“I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals, my dear.”
“I’m a fool, darling, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I regret getting dragged into this heterosexual tomfoolery.”
“I am not a whore! But if I were, I’d be the classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.”
“My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.”
“I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and I do feel that is more accurate.”
“What happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona, darling.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t walk out that door.”
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Alert @a-froger-epic or @freddie-mercury-rising, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.
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Who can participate?
Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is OPEN TO ALL.
Can I combine prompts from different days?
By all means, use the prompts however you like. Go crazy!
I’m not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it?
The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don’t mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it’s two weeks late!
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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”
- Freddie Mercury
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It was too late to overthink or second guess it. The thick envelope was already on its way to her and had likely found her by now. Protected within a rigid, cardboard sleeve inside the envelope, the drawing would arrive in pristine condition. It was not a page from the sketchbook she had given him (but the paper was rather similar), no, this was from one of his older books, one that had somehow survived. But she didn’t need to know that, didn’t need to even suspect that the drawing had been done a while ago now (he hoped there was nothing that would give it away at least, he wasn’t sure how it might come across if she realised she’d been on his mind back then).
It was a perfect depiction of the moment, an inked sketch with subtle colours shading it, bringing to life how she had looked to him that first evening they had really talked. With her hands curled delicately around her teacup, and the coat he’d given her draped around her shoulders, the little lights that she had produced around them gave the night a certain magic. Her expression was soft, amused at something they had talked about. Beautiful.
A small slip of paper accompanied the art, simply reading, 'Happy Holidays, Ever.'
she had started to feel suspicious when she had first come out of her room after her teammates had graciously allowed her to sleep in. in fact, for reasons, the absence of any sound beyond the whine of their letterbox in the early morning had been the first red flag. well, maybe not red. fitting the spirit of the season, the flag had been pastel pink. but carena did not want to be the spoilsport. she would not accuse anyone of anything without proof.
the second---seasonally appropriate---pink flag had been the fact that someone had neatly arranged the mail they had received. while in theory, they had little baskets, those saw hardly ever any use. instead, any correspondence was dropped off at the correct spots on the dining table. what she was looking at (the second pink flag) was the neatly arranged stack of mail on her spot.
the third thing that made her feel suspicious was the fact that her dearly beloved teammates were all in the kitchen, ostensibly going about their daily business. while this usually would not be suspicious, the fact that she felt three pair of eyes on her was suspicious. something was up. it had something to do with the mail. and they knew what it was. and they were watching her to catch her reaction.
oh boy.
two thoughts, both equally out there, raced through her head within the seconds it took her to get from the door to the table. the table she never dreaded quite as much as she was dreading it right now, solely because her favourite people were acting weird. the first thought was can laxus smell who sends mail? and the second, born from the first, was please tell me that i did not get a letter from scarlet. although---that would explain why laxus had looked as if he wanted to giggle. laxus, as a general rule, did not do something as unfitting as giggling, but she could envision that he would make an exception if after all the times she had made fun about this, she would be the one to get love day mail from erza.
but---carena was not someone who would let her teammates have all the fun. there was a letter that stood out from the rest and therefore, she did not reach for it, no matter how curious she was about this. instead, she flipped through the other mail first. reading the first letter, she hummed a bit to herself. just another bill, but why would she not take the time to doublecheck it to make sure that everything was above board there? there had been a time when they had been charged twice for something. she had to make sure everything was correct.
and she could hear how with each letter she opened that was not the suspicious one, her teammates grew more impatient. yup, they were far too interested in her correspondence today. she had been right to think that there had been pink flags everywhere today.
but then, the last advertisement was opened and read, and she had to confront the suspicious letter. a part of her wondered if she should just pocket it and read it up in her room, but that would only make her look more suspicious, right? and it was not like she had anything to hide.
she still hummed to herself as she used a butter knife to open the Suspicious Letter. upon realising what it was she was looking at, she paused her humming, desperately wishing she had escaped the house before opening it. resisting the urge to look over her shoulder to where certain people were almost bouncing off the wall with their badly concealed excitement, she breathed out, struggling to keep the sound . . . even. struggling to seem unaffected. because she was not! she was not unaffected! but laxus was annoying in moments like this. enhanced hearing meant that he definitely heard the quickened heartbeat that accompanied her blush. inwardly, she almost screeched. oh gray. what have you done? it was not that she was not flattered. she was flattered. she was so very flattered. but no amount of flattery could make her overlook the fact that she was in for a lot of teasing about this all.
her team was usually good with boundaries.
she just did not think she could rely on usually this time around.
especially not with the leading questions freed had asked since not long after the war. laxus had senses that were unfairly keen. freed was just too perceptive for his own good. she simply hoped those two had not yet gotten around to pooling their knowledge. if they had, she was done for.
returning the drawing to the envelope and slipping the envelope into her pocket, she willed her blush away. she would find a frame for the drawing later and properly examine it. right now, she would have to make sure that her teammates did not get the show they were clearly anticipating.
turning around to face them, she cleared her throat. ''---is there any orange juice left? '' she asked innocently. '' or do i have to trouble you, laxus, to make some more? ''
#ii. —— ( it is not about fixing the past‚ it is about healing the past's future / post war arc )#i. —— ( she's so hard to please‚ but she's a forest fire / in character )#resolvebound: gray#resolvebound#tehehehe#some raijinshuu wholesomeness with some graygreen on the side :p
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Could you make a Rob x Reader but Grown Ups? I would be greatly appreciative if you did! Thank you! 🥰
of course!//
A Reverse Monet
---->Rob Hilliard (Grown Ups) x Reader
Word Count: 1.8K
“Can you close up tonight?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, whipping to face your manager.
“Uh yeah, I still have the keys.”
She gave you a thumbs up and ran out the door. Working at a wig store wasn’t your big dream, but it did pay the bills. You reached under the counter to retrieve your notebook, today being a particularly slow day. Flipping through the pages of what seemed like endless drawings, you finally found an empty page and began a new one. You glanced around the store, trying to find someone to draw. Your eyes trailed over the wigs, mannequin heads, and shelves filling the store. Your eyes stopped on a small pouf of hair, barely visible above the shelves. You shifted where you stood, angling yourself to see the man before you. He was cute. Tanned skin, highlighted by the bright orange shirt he had on. You moved down from his gorgeous blue eyes, over the multicolored scarf, green cargo pants, and onto the sandals on his feet. A perfect model. You began to sketch his basic form; he was well built, sturdy. You were unsure how to start on his hair, despite spending all your days surrounded by hair. His hair was overly tall, maybe an attempt to make him look taller? You added the light hair on his chin, smiling as his image came together. He sure was cute.
“Excuse me?”
Oh God. The man stood before you, a bottle in his hands and his perfect blue eyes boring into yours. You hadn’t heard him walking towards you. You could smell a slight hint of lavender cascading off his body. He was like a reverse Monet. Nice from afar, but perfect up close. His eyes flickered down to your notebook, you scrambling to cover the now very creepy art.
“Woah, did you draw me?”
You nodded slowly, your tongue feeling very big in your mouth. You couldn’t speak. He motioned to the page, sending you a questioning look. You nodded again, allowing him to take the notebook from you. His fingers rubbed against yours, surprisingly soft. You watched him flip through the book, stomach twisting in knots. This was your journal, filled with drawings of customers and people you’d seen. It was something very personal to you, but you watched as his mouth turned upwards into a smile and you felt some nerves slip away. He had a great smile, his eyes crinkling and his whole face practically lighting up.
“These are amazing. I’m Rob.”
He extended his hand to you, looking to you for a response. You took his hand, trying to smile.
“I’m Y/N.”
“Are these all patrons who you sketched from across the room? Maybe I’ll form a support group.”
You let out a laugh, suddenly feeling much more relaxed.
“Some are other customers, but it’s mostly just interesting people I see. People who already look like art, people who catch my eye, people who look really cute hiding behind the shelves.”
You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, maybe his compliment, maybe the way he was hanging onto every word you said. His eyebrows raised slightly, him placing your book back on the counter.
“Do you mind me asking which group I belong in?”
“That depends. What are you doing this weekend?”
His face dropped and you kicked yourself internally. Had you misread the situation? Was he married? You frantically glanced at his hands, looking for a wedding ring. No ring, but he did have nice hands. A beaded bracelet on his right wrist, but besides that no evidence.
“Geez, I’m so sorry. That was really weird. I’m really weird, this is really weird. God, I’m rambling. I’m sorry!”
“No, no! This weekend is just not a first date kind of deal.”
You wanted to crawl under the counter and die. How could you have screwed this up so easily? He was cute, he was in the store, he liked your art. You looked back at him, a puzzle expression fixed on his face.
“I’m really sorry.” You reiterated, feeling like you were the one with the bad toupee. Geez, you wanted to help him find a new one. If he had bought that here, you must not have been working that day. You would’ve picked something better, he already was really cute. He probably didn’t even need one.
“No apology needed, really. I’m attending my childhood basketball coach’s funeral. Then my four childhood best friends and teammates are going to this lake house. A lake house we celebrated our championship game at thirty years ago. It will be a trying weekend, but one for the Coach. He’d be proud. Buzz is up there coaching Heaven's team now. I know that sounds like a lot to ask for from someone you just met. However, some company would be appreciated.”
You took a moment to absorb everything he just said. He sure did have a flow with the words he said, you genuinely considering his offer. He seemed like a poetic soul, plus a lake house? That could be a lot of fun. But something was tugging at the back of your head. You didn’t know his history, he didn’t know yours. But how better to get to know someone than their past?
“You’re lucky I’m weird, maybe a little dumb. But I’ll join you.”
You felt a grin grow quickly on your face, Rob’s face also breaking into a smile.You were going on a weekend with a man you’d only just met. At a lake house after a funeral for a childhood figure. Definitely an event for a more committed relationship. You were nervous about it, about meeting his childhood best friends, but you were also excited. This whole thing was like something out of romcom, so disconnected from reality. But vacations were also disconnected from reality, so maybe getting to know someone like this would be… well, perfect.
“I’m pleased. Here, let me give you my number and I’ll give you a call. We can work things out then.”
He scrawled his number into your notebook, below the image of him. You watched him take a final look at the drawing before closing the book and sliding it to you.
“That sounds great. I do have to close, but I’ll call you around eight-ish?”
“I’m cool with that.”
“Well Rob. I’ll see you at the funeral.”
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The car ride to the church had been silent beside the soft hum of Rob’s car. It was smaller, but very eco-friendly. A man who loved the Earth? A change from your usual, but maybe a change was what was best. Besides, the silence was comfortable. You could tell Rob was being affected by his coach’s death, it seemed he was the one in charge of planning the whole ordeal. Impressive. He just was impressive. You’d talk with him all week on the phone, him even stopping by the store to see you once. It was sweet. He seemed to fit perfectly into your life. The phone calls throughout the week had made the weekend less scary, but your stomach was in knots again as you sat in a church pew alone. Rob had stepped out to greet other guests. You looked around the church, it was beautiful. The whole ceremony was beautiful, something you could attribute to your date. Your bags were in his car, the sight of both his and your luggage in his car made you feel strange. A warm feeling, slightly giddy, almost committal. You liked it.
“And this is Y/N, my date.”
You turned at the sound of your name, smiling at Rob and the men behind him.
“Not your wife?”
You turned to the man who said it, noticing a small ponytail in his blonde hair. You’d have to ask him what products he used, his hair glowed. You watched the guys laugh, Rob maintaining his serious expression. He didn’t want to joke at the funeral, it was disrespectful. He’d warned you about his friend. You smoothed your skirt, moving to meet them men. You tried to memorize all their names, also meeting the other families. The blonde one turned out to be Marcus, though everyone called him Higgins. It was a lot and you could tell the stress was beginning to show on your face as Rob placed his hand on the small of your back. You felt safe. You felt less stressed. He pulled you to him, before turning you back to the pew.
“Ceremony is about to begin.”
His calm voice broke through his friend’s jokes, him moving to sit with you.
“It was lovely to meet you all.”
You turned back to the front, feeling Rob move his hand from your back to your hand. He gave you a light squeeze as the pastor began to speak. It was a lovely ceremony, Lenny’s speech giving you more of an insight into the group and the coach. It was good. Rob began to shift beside you, you glancing his way. He gave you a solemn nod as he made his way to the front. What was going on? He hadn’t told you if he would be speaking. Oh, he wasn’t speaking. You felt your mouth drop a little as he began to sing the first note of Ave Maria. Oh it was beautiful, an emotional song performed with the fullest amount of heart. You loved that about Rob. He loved freely and with such a deep passion, it was… hot. You were nearly on the verge of tears as he ended, kneeling before the crowd.
“EEEH!”
Higgin’s loud impression of a buzzer woke you from the trance, you feeling bad as you saw Rob’s face contort. He just poured out his soul just to be made fun of. But Higgins was the only one here without a guest, so it probably came from a place of jealousy. A place of true misery.
“Grow up, will ya?”
Rob made his way back to you as you extended a hand to rub his back. He turned to you, his face still shining with emotion. You leaned over and placed a small kiss on his lips. The lavender smell overwhelmed you a little, his lips slightly rough against yours. You pulled back, that was the first time you’d kissed.
“That was beautiful.”
You watched him collect himself, a little shocked. His face found its composure again, a small smile breaking through his solemn exterior.
“It sure was. You’re going to love the lake house.”
He spoke quietly, people beginning to leave for the picnic. Private that’s what this was. A small moment shared between two individuals who always felt they loved a little too hard. You felt your smile widen as he kissed your cheek and began to lead you to the picnic. You couldn’t wait to get to the lake house.
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