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strayheartless · 4 months ago

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genesis has eye bags because he always stays up late and he’s insecure about them

Hi! I am extremely sorry this took sooooooo long to answer. I have no excuse, i genuinly forgot it was in my drafts for so long🫠. Apologies, I am a useless worm!

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If you ask Angeal and Sephiroth - hell even Zack!- They will tell you that Genesis always looks annoyingly good. In all the time Angeal has known Genesis he can't ever think of a time where Genesis didn't look completely perfect from top to bottom, and Angeal has known Genesis for a long time. There is no point is asking Cloud because he's always of the opinion he's dating literal celestial beings, and therefore cannot be trusted to give an accurate observation of how his fireiest partner looks. At least not one thats grounded in reality at any rate.

The reason being is that Genesis would rather be burned at the stake than admit he was self concious about the dark circles that perpetually sat heavy around his eyes. He would quite literally sooner be squewered by Sephiroths sword ( no he doesn't mean that in the fun way.). The problem is, it's not always easy to hide them. He's tried every technique in the book and While his lovers may be easily hoodwinked, Genesis knows they are there.

And he hates them.

The simple answer would be to go to bed earlier, get more sleep, maybe look at his computer screen less instead of typing out whole thesis worth analysis of LOVELESS at two o'clock in the morning. Alas as much as Genesis has every intention of doing those things... he never does. Instead he leaves his paper work to the last minute, gets pulled into a paralysing state of doom scrolling, or simply stares at the cieling as the world passes him by while he listens to music and detatches himself from reality for a little bit.

If he didn't have to work this wouldn't be a problem. if he could convince his brain that the day wasn't ruined for any other kind of productivity when Lazard dismissed them, then maybe (just maybe) he could do things in a reasonable way.

instead he's stuck in the endless cycle of thinking staying up late will keep tomorrow far away from him...

Goddess he's fucking tired.

Gen Reaches for his make up box by the sink. He hasn't slept again of course. He was too busy arguing with some idiot online who thought Act three of LOVELESS was a puritanical critisim of sex before marriage, when it very clearly wasn't. By the time four o'clock had rolled around it had felt like a waste of time to go to bed. So instead, Genesis had made some coffee and kept on scrolling in search of another argument.

Now, as he realised he had no foundation or concealer left, he was regreting his decision.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling the panic rise into his throat and choke him. "Fuck Fuck Fuck, no no no no, this can't be right." He drags everything out of the bag in seach of some magical new bottle, but there isn't one. He can't hide the circles under his eyes without them, and he doesn't want to deal with the lecture he knows he'll get when 'Geal see's them.

he starts crashing around the bathroom, desperatly looking for something, anything to help cover them. He Checks Sephiroths make up supplies, but its just eyeliner and some dark eyeshadows.

Cloud had a Cover stick in his bag but when Gen opens it, it is A.) three shades too pale, and B.) literally worn down to the dreggs and possibly out of date. Fuck.

The crashing around seems to be heard from the next room, as Gen hears footsteps aproach the ajared bathroom door.

"Gena?" comes the croaky croon of their resident puppy.

Genesis has to pull back from the urge to lunge for the door and slam it closed.

Zack stands in the entry way, blinking tiredly and looking concerned. his hair is endearingly messy. Maybe a year ago that would have grated on Genesis, but now it was one of the things he loved most about mornings with Zack.

"Babe, what are you doing up?" he asks, clearly only half awake.

Genesis doesn't look up, nor answer. If he does he knows Zack will see his eye bags. If he does he knows he will likely start crying. neither option is preferable, so he continues to stare at the floor.

The footsteps come a little closer. Zacks slightly scarred feet come into his field of vision. Genesis vaguely notes he's still wearing the nail polish Genesis put on his toenails a week ago for fun. Zack had never ben one for self conciousness. He could be annoyingly upbeat about everthing; his looks included. If someone complained about his fashion choice, he would grin and wear the clothing anyway. If his hair was a mess, he'd brush it off by saying he wouldn't die from it.

It was terribly annoying, and made Genesis seeth with envy sometimes. He wished he could be that Blazé about his looks.

"Gen, you okay?" Zack touched his shoulder. He became a little more concerned when Genesis flinched at the touch.

"Hey its okay," he said kneeling by his partner. "Whatever it is we can solve it together,"

Genesis tilts his head away as Zack ducks to try and catch his eye. He was hoping his hair was casting enough of a shadow to hide the offending bruises.

Zack reaches out however, turning his face towards him so he can get a clear look and check theres no tears. There isn't but its a close call. Maybe it was just better if Genesis admit defeat. This wasn't some deluded fan after all, it was Zack.

He lets his chin be led to meet Zack's gaze, wincing as he waits for the judgement to be cast.

"There's that pretty face," Zack coo's obnoxiously. He's obviously trying to make Genesis laugh but it falls flat, so again he asks, "Gena what's wrong?"

"I-" Gen's throat feels sticky. "I could not rest..."

"Okay, but why are you crashing round the bathroom? did you have a nightmare or something?"

Genesis tried to turn away again but Zacks hand was still on his chin. he looked down instead.

"I was... looking for my concealor,"

"At four in the morning?" Zack puzzles. "What for?"

"Can't you see the dark circles that have marred my face?"

Zack tilts his own head a little. The resemblance to a confused Alsatian puppy are truly startling as his mused spikes flop with the movement. Genesis feels a surge of unreasonable irritation at the sight.

"Oh for goddess sake Zachery," he snaps and jabs at the bruises under his eyes. "There! are you blind?! They are entirely impossible to miss!"

"I see them dude," Genesis grits his teeth at the casual nickname but Zack either doesn't notice or doesn't care He persists. "I guess I'm just wondering why its an issue?"

Genesis Rolls his eyes. Of course! Of course Zack would be so blindly uncaring about these things. After all, if it were his own face he wouldn't care. But Genesis cares, which is why he shoves at the younger man growling:

"As foreign a concept as it may be to you my love, some of us have insecurities!"

Zacks expression shutters a little as his own annoyance flares. He had always found Gen's outbursts difficult to handle the most out of all of them. Despite loving him fiercly, it was simply the mark of inexperience that meant Zack reacted more to Gen than the others did. Angeal had known him long enough to know how to handle his temper, while Sephiroth and Cloud were used to handling people who's ire was easily triggered. Zack, by comparrison, was the odd one out.

That being said, he most be learning, because he did not rise to the bate as he normally would.

"I have insecurities Gen," he speaks calmly and evenly, taking purposeful breaths to sooth the irritation. "I get that your upset, but I'm just trying to help,"

Genesis deflates a little at that. Goddess he really was exhausted.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, "Just go back to bed its fine. I will be fine."

"I'm not leaving you to stew on the bathroom floor birdie,"

"I'll be fine,"

Zack lets out an aggravated sigh.

"Look," He shifts a little so that Genesis is facing him properly. "I get that you feel self concious, and I'm not saying its stupid cause its not. God's know I know what kind of lecture Angeal will probably give you about staying up late, but Gen I'm on your side okay?"

It was Genesis' turn to look confused.

"I get not sleeping." Zack elaborates. "you're looking at the king of late night thumb twiddling here sweetheart. I don't sleep most nights, I know I have dark circles and yeah, Gen, I feel self concious about them a lot of the time,"

Genesis blanched a little in suprise.

"You do?"

"Yup," Zack nods. "But I'm not the only one either. Angeal may be all high and mighty about sleep schedules but he'd have conniptions if he knew that none of the rest of us sleep properly. Cloud's usually awake until three most nights; Seph's only asleep right now because he's been awake for the past week and finally crashed, and me? I'm admittedly awake because you are but I'm usually lying in bed trying not to fidget so much because my brain's still wide awake,"

He sighs and rubs at his eye's like he's the one thats been up until four.

"I haven't had a proper night of REM sleep in weeks dude." he grumbles, and Genesis can see them now, the rings that sit heavy around Zack's own eyes like he's been punched. They mirror Gen's own, and its almost... comforting to know he's not alone.

"I apologise puppy," he reaches out and rubs a thumb under Zacks eyes. "I believe I have some eye masks that can help reduce them if you like?"

Zack snorts and catches the hand to kiss it. Genesis softens considerably at the move.

"Tomorrow, right now you're coming to bed,"

as they pick themselves up and return to the bed, Genesis thinks about the how he has been handling this insecurity of his. He feels a little lighter knowing that its something he'd not alone in, but there is also a little shame in realising he has been hiding it from the people who are supposed to love him in spite of his flaws.

He wanted to think this was a turning point in his feeling's of inadaquacy surrounding his appearence. Maybe it was, but he also knew that tomorrow he would go out to buy more Concealer before his press conferance on tuesday. He wasn't quite ready for the world to know that he was a mess underneath his fair facade.

But maybe a baby step was all he needed to stumble down the right path.

Sighing he turned over to cuddle into Zack's side as the other man moved to get comfortable. He craned to lay a kis on Zacks neck and got a forehead kiss in return.

#ffvii #ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #AGSZC #ZackGen #crisis core #angeal hewley #sephiroth #cloud strife #the others are mostly background #my writing #writers on tumblr #ask #Anon Ask #ask answered

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yintous · 14 days ago

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The only thing i mustured up tonight, but I'm.lowkey lost what to add on that part (the background color still needs to change) but i needed to share with someone and you're really sweet and offered me help and i already like you a lot....sooooooo you're the victim of this

for the bg, i think you can add plaid purple pics (at the top right and the bottom left) to balance the color scheme(??), then add some pink pngs on top of the purple pics for a bit of contrast too!! also add some small pngs of buttons or flowers in the background, it helps it look more cluttered (if you like that type of look)

i can also tag you in some posts for pngs if you want to!! just give me the go signal :p

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wasted-women · 1 year ago

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ROUND 1B, MATCH 3 OUT OF 8!

Cause of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Sky Young

Cause of Death: Disintegrated while attempting to save her friend/crush

Propaganda:

She literally only exists to be fridged, which is a shame because her death by probably the void would have made her an excellent tie-in champion for League. But no, she just gets dusted for Viktor’s character arc.

Her death was pointless aside from making Viktor feel guilty. Her whole character was that a) the was a brilliant scientist and b) that she was in love with Viktor and he didn't know. He was pursing dangerous magic for himself, and it's shown that the magic wouldn't have even killed him because he's now connected to it (through choice!). Sky died trying to save him from something that wouldn't have even killed him. Her death was literally just to make Viktor realise that the magic was bad/dangerous. Even though it clearly already was, but now it really is.

Princess Allura

Cause of Death: Sacrificed herself to save the universe

Propaganda:

The show has so so so many issues, but taking the black female lead and reducing her to a love interest and then killing her???? I never even got to the finale (bailed on the show seasons before) but I am still so fucking mad about this

The first case of fridging that many young girls saw.

Pyrrha Nikos

Cause of Death: Turned into dust after being defeated in battle

Propaganda:

Badass, powerful, beautiful. A warrior of virtue who tried to do the right thing. Was willing to risk having her entire personality overwritten in order to protect the world even though it scared her and conflicted with her ideals and concept of destiny. Everyone looked up to her. She was kind. She was smart. She was strong. She was one of the best characters in the show. And ever since she died, her death has only ever been brought up when it pertains to how it affects the one blond haired blue eyed author insert. Pyrrha deserved so much better.

There was SOOOOOOO much good build-up for Pyrrha's death. Like she's literally ACHILLES. With her trying to decide whether she should sacrifice herself to become the maiden or not and then when she finally decides to but it's taken away from her at last second when Cinder comes and kills Amber. How that contributes to her decision to fight Cinder even though it's certain suicide; that's sort of what she wants. She thinks she should have died before so she's going to fight Cinder to the death. And her final battle and ultimate death!!!! But then after her death happens we only see it in the lens of JAUNE. Like to an extent I get it because Jaune was close to her and he was the last person to talk to her. Him melting down the gold in her armor for his armor is a good moment. BUT ONLY JAUNE??? Volume 4 onwards, the only time we see any main character grieve it's always Jaune. RUBY LITERALLY IS THE MAIN CHARACTER AND THE PERSON WHO WITNESSED PYRRHA'S DEATH but she is barely given any screentime grieving!!! It's all Jaune and his manpain and how he is sad that she is gone and how they loved each other and it's like God give me a break. Even Pyrrha and Jaune's other teammates, Ren n Nora, never are given any screentime to grieve besides a quick second after Jaune looks at Pyrrha's statue. They don't even have a real good conversation about how fucked it was that Ozpin's team put Pyrrha in the situation that made her so suicidal in the first place other than outright dismissing it. For a show that loves to dissect and criticize Ozpin and his decisions they really didn't come back to that. Can a death retroactively become fridging? Because that's what this is.

#wasted women poll #round 1 #round 1b #sky young #arcane #arcane: league of legends #pyrrha nikos #rwby #princess allura #allura #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #polls

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alltimefail-sims · 1 year ago

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Hi friends, happy Friday!

The Sims team recently collaborated with Ebonix and dropped the "Urban Homage" CAS kit on April 18th, so you guys already know I had to snatch it up and give my thoughts. I'm a week late, but I'll give you the TLDR up front: I like every item that came in this kit. Yes, I'm just as shocked as you are!

Sidenote: Don't worry, even though they aren't pictured above we will be looking at the male assets as well - they're in their own separate section under the cut!

With all that being said, let's jump into it! ↓

First, let me show you those masculine frame outfits I promised:

Okay, now I'm just going to get my minimal qualms out of the way:

I wish the female frame bodysuit labeled as a top could have also been in the full-body category. I love that it can be layered with other skirts and such, but it's soooo cute by itself and we don't have anything like it, especially for everyday or workout purposes.

Next, the joggers should have been enabled for both frames and same goes for the overalls. You can untick the "female" or "male" clothing preference in CAS and they both look fine on the opposite frame, but obviously there is some minor distortion in the chest area on fem frames when they wear the overalls.

I also wish the basketball shorts came in some simpler, sleeker swatches alongside the bolder prints and colors.

That's literally it: miniscule complaints really, and trust me when I say these complaints are nitpicky for a reason - I struggled to find critiques for this particular kit.

As for literally everything else not mentioned above: I love these clothes, and I think there are a few items that I will use over and over again.

All the bottoms are superb

The loose jersey is an item that we desperately needed in game

The dashiki swatches are stunning

The fit of every item across the board is immaculate on a wide range of body types.

The few simple items snuck into this kit - the cropped denim jacket, the tie crop shirt, the open button down, etc. are so versatile and beautifully executed.

The trendy butterfly top, the skinny pants with cutouts in the side, and the platform ankle boots (specifically the flame swatches!!) have all been tackled by cc-makers; these versions that come in this kit are right on par with the cc counterparts out there, a HUGE win for console players who cannot use cc.

Basically, these clothes look like clothes I could actually see real people wearing...unlike some items that have come in packs in the past that feel far too niche or look like leftover items that didn't fit in a different EP or GP. (I'm looking at you CAS items from Crystal Creations... I know those assets were 80% Realm of Magic rejects lmao. Not that I'm mad, I like a lot of the items, but they really aren't super versatile.)

Perhaps the most surprising treasures in this pack, however, actually lie within the accessory categories. Wild realization for me because when it comes to accessories in the sims I'm usually indifferent at best and confused if the devs have ever seen a real human out in the wild at worst (because let's be honest...that shit is usually so oversized and weird looking it's basically unusable). But I have to give these accessories their moment in the sun because WOW. I can't believe I'm uttering the words "I love" next to "kit accessories..." but Hell hath frozen over I guess. Here are some screenshots:

Every accessory (with the exception of the GORGEOUS headwrap) is enabled for masculine frame; this includes the rings (left & right), necklaces, earrings, facial piercing, and even the nails. The facial piercing shocked me the most as I've never used the piercings we've been given in other packs - they're always thick, bulky, and chunky in the worst way. But, much to my amazement, this nose piercing is sooooooo good and even come in a number of decent swatches outside of gold, silver, black! In fact, I liked it so much that I'm ditching the cc nose ring on my OC Ta'Nia and swapping it for the nose piercing that came with this kit. Even on a sim with a downturned nose tip and wider set nostrils (like the male sim I used in the screenshots) I felt like the piercing still looked great!

I only have one complaint about the accessories, and it's that I wish we were given more than one set of nails, or at least more color swatches for the nails. Black, red, and blue bases with chrome tips are just too limited to me, especially with all the vibrant colors we see in this pack! I would have liked a set of nails with intricate airbrushing/hand-drawn designs or ones that utilized gems and charms along with some variation in length and a shape outside of the trendy coffin or oval nails at medium length. I know this is picky, but cc nails are killing the game right now whereas the sims team continually plays it safe and, imo, it's boring; console players deserve to have glamorous works of art on their sim's fingers as well!

OKAY... time for my wrap-up thoughts!

Look at me saying this wouldn't be a long review... yet here we are, a whole ass Ted Talk later lol. Overall, I personally encountered zero major issues in this kit. (Please note that when I say "major" I am talking about hoodies that make eyes 3x their original size or jewelry that corrupts the body of a sim lol.) I will say that I saw some people saying they noticed some discoloration on the facial piercings that came with this pack (textures/colors bleeding from some other CAS items onto the piercings) but I didn't personally have that issue. If there are any other issues outside of the discolored piercings, I didn't encounter them and I haven't seen others talking about them.

TLDR: For me, this and the grunge kit are the standard of what a good CAS kit should look like. I think I'll be using several of these items often, and the content is easily worth $5.00 (unlike the party kit that dropped alongside this one... but that's a topic for another day). If you're going to give EA $5.00 for a kit, I confidently recommend this one.

Remember to use the creator code "EBONIX" at checkout so Ebonix can receive 5% of the proceeds when you purchase this kit!

I hope you all enjoyed my ramble. What are your favorite items from the kit? What do you think could have been better? Let me know in the replies or send me an ask; I always love hearing your guys' thoughts.

Talk to you all later! Hugs x

#ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 urban homage #urban homage kit #sims 4 #kit overview #ts4 kits #the sims community #ts4 lookbook #atfs

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a-tale-of-legends · 1 year ago

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I know, it's late,but I was thinking about hoenn and now there isn't a whooooole lot of skin variation for a place with such warm weather sooooooo. I did some things :) Really this was more of me trying to visualize the skin tones of characters I wanted more darker skinned.

Top 2: Liza( left) and Tate( right)

Middle: Phoebe

Bottom 2: Flannery( left) and Zinnia ( right)

The fashion of this picrew doesn't match everyone's styles personally, but I did the best I could do. Bc I can, I'm kinda gonna go through my thought process on everything.

Liza and Tate: They were more random tbh, but I just decided to go with it and gave them a bit of a tan. In general, I wanted to try and be more skin tone variations to the characters,and I just felt like giving these two a bit tanner skin.

Phoebe: Phoebe is the few characters that have darker skin( as in she's tan). Didn't really but much thought into this one lol. She looks adorable and I love that the picrew gave lighter palms for darker skin tones.

Flannery: Flannery was fun, bc she was kinda like Liza and Tate in that she was kinda random, but also not random, you know? I just wanted her to look a teeny bit like me lol( I mean. She doesn't , but you know what I'm saying). The picrew does a decent job with her hair I think. If I could draw, I would make it curlier and a bit darker to match her skin tone a bit more, but overall she looks great! I was playing around with her having vitiligo, but I'm indecisive lol. If I end up doing it, she wouldn't be the first one I gave a darker skin tone to + vitiligo lol ( Legendverse marlon).

Zinnia: I dunno man, I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone ( shrugs). I mean. That can honestly be said for all of them, but I don't really have much to ramble about here. I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone.

Brawly and Juan are two that I wanted to make with picrews but I knew that it would be hard. Well. Brawly maybe, but Juan definitely. So I'm not gonna lmao. I'ma focus on the gorls ( and one boy).

#r rambles #legendverse

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chickenscratchofficial · 1 year ago

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I probably should just be posting this on my side blog, but I have more followers and mutuals over here sooooooo I’m reblogging to main

I’d really like some opinions on my concept designs for one of my characters, so vote for your favorite.

I’m not providing much info on the character because I’m still working out her motives and role, but she holds a high position of power and is one of the main antagonists. She does have a motif, that is present in all of the designs, and I want to see if anyone can figure out what it is. leave your thoughts or reasons for your vote in the tags if u have any. tell me what you think she is like simply based of the design. I would really appreciate the input!

#chicken scratch #cs emery #concept art #character design #tumblr polls #polls #gay chicken polls #gay chicken art #original chicken creations

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cosmic-light-fics · 2 years ago

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Okay....

I don't know how on earth I am only just know seeing this post. There I was, mindlessly scrolling through sydcarmy posts that I've already seen countless times. It's late, like super late, I am almost embarrassed to say how late it is right now. I wasn't even on my computer, I was on my phone. But then I saw this post. And I read it, top to bottom. Then I rose from my bed, grabbed my laptop, and now I am here to tell you this. This needs to be said and I like saying things so, here's the deal-

You are talented. This post is golden. It's a Holy Grail. A highly coveted treasure. Discovering this post was like discovering the lost city of Atlantis, like recovering and restoring all the destroyed texts from the Library of Alexandria. I don't know which Greek Muse blessed you with the inspiration for this post, but I am promptly on my way to offer a sacrifice in thanks to said Muse.

Rarely am I ever left speechless. Rarely am I ever so so so so sooooooo impressed with someone's interpretation of characters. It's so hard to capture the same cadence of the characters that we see on screen, and I think that fact applies doubly for writers, especially writers trying to convey these characters from The Bear. They are all in their own way so complex and their stories are so interwoven, as well as their interactions and what they mean to each other.

This post is so special in a variety of ways. It's everything I love about the show. It's all about characterization. You nailed it. All of it. Sydney Adamu is such a special character to me, from her awkwardness to her assertiveness to her complete understated compassion for others. This post emulates everything that I love about her, and somehow gives me more to love, adds on to it, adds more layers to already muti-faceted characters.

I saw what you said in the comments, about not thinking you had a good grasp on characterization for the characters enough to write stories for them. I think you do. I think you have the best grasp on characterization. I'm being completely hand-to-heart honest. You wrote this post like you knew the characters like the back of your hand. All of them, not just Sydney. From their motivations, to their reasonings, to their dialogue. Don't even get me freaking started on the dialogue! This?!?!?!?!!?!?!

(“can i ask you something? something corny and lame and gross?” “always.” “when did you, like, know?” “know what?” “like, when did you know that you loved me? like, not as a chef or a friend, but as... y'know.” “that’s very middle school of you to ask.” “shut up, i did warn you.” “…” “so?” “its, uh, i don’t, i don’t know.” “well, that’s rude.” “no, i mean, i can’t say its one moment because... it was all of them. together. like, one moment you’re staging and then everything happened and, and, keeps happening but the next thing i knew you were there and you always were there and i just knew that i never wanted you to not be there.” “that’s…. really, really, disgusting, and frankly, a little unprofessional.” “oh, fuck off.” “no, like, i knew you were obsessed with me, but wow, that is a whole new other level.” “fuck you, get off of me, don’t touch me.” “no no no, please—” “i let you into my family—” “let me?” “into my restaurant—” “i think you mean OUR restaurant—” “only for you to humiliate me in my own bed? how dare you.” “…are you sulking?” “…” “…carmy?” “syd?” “me too.” “…heard, chef. now come back here.”)

That was absolute fire, chef.

That dialogue brightened my day, cleared my skin, took me out on a date, proposed to me, opened up the heavens, let me see the universe, and reminded me of why I love this - writing and stories and fanfiction and meta. Reading this post took me back to my pre-teen years - like that scene in Ratatouille when that mean food critic had the ratatouille dish and it brought him back to his childhood - when the world of fanfiction was new and exciting and full of people just as passionate about fictional characters as I was.

This post is not me trying to push you to do anything. I am definitely not trying to pressure you into writing. But if you ever get the urge, if one day you think to yourself "Hey, that sounds like a good idea, I kinda wanna write that," and that little pesky devil on your shoulder says "Nah, you can't write that," read this post and tell that annoying a-hole called doubt that it can kick rocks.

If you ever decide to write anything for this show, let me know. I will be your number one supporter. I will root for you. Selfishly of course, because your writing is such a gift to me. So thank you for this post. It's truly, truly, truly amazing.

thinking about the specific moments where the berzatto family falls in love with sydney (because of course they do, everyone does).

for richie, it takes the end of the beef and right up till the opening of the bear to happen. he is full of contempt and grief when he meets her and all he knows is that when he looks at her face he is afraid. he doesn’t like that feeling. richie is not a man who finds himself fearful a lot, but she is everything he is not and nothing that he is and he hates himself for it. if she is what it means to be passionate, then what is he? is he nothing but an empty shell of mikey, stuck on earth to shake his fist at passing clouds, because how dare they move and continue on like mikey was nothing to them, as if he wasn’t the very point that the earth revolved around? everyone is leaving him behind, and she is proudly leading the pack. it’s not right. but then— he gets it. he talks to garrett and jess and chef terry and he sees sydney in every corner of that restaurant. the fear slowly is replaced with respect as the week goes on and he realizes that just because she’s good doesn’t mean she’s out to get him. that’s the berzatto upbringing in him doing the talking, but it doesn’t have to, because shes a berzatto now, maybe not officially (not yet, but mark his words, she will be) but she is, and that’s not how she does things. so, he lets her lead them into the future to something good and different and better.

for sugar, it’s instant. she was born to a mother who is triggered by her very existence, and it has hurt her all her life. she is full of love and the one person she wants to give it to the most doesn’t want any part of it. she was born to give but is surrounded by those who are afraid to even take it, to reach out their hand and meet her in the middle. and if they cant take then they themselves have nothing to give, so she gets used to being the one who has to force feed her love down their throats, because if no one does, if no one shows them that they are worthy of good things, then they will crumble (“if i just talked to him more—” “no, nat—” “if i had just—” “it’s not your fault, honey. it’s never been.”). but when she meets sydney, it’s like looking into a mirror. she sees her bright eyes and soft smiles and careful but strong hands and instantly recognizes her for what she is: a giver. and sugars heart swells with even more love than she thought possible, because finally, she’s not alone— there is someone else there to slowly, albeit subconsciously, take care of her crumbling family, to show them that despite what their mother may have taught them, its okay to not be okay (she tries her best not to cry when syd asks her if shes okay, but she does. and syd doesnt grab her face or yell at her or call her stupid. she makes her a meal. and sugar cries some more).

for cicero, the love isn’t instant, and it’s not even entirely love. she is strong and she is assertive, but that also makes her naive and a very expensive risk. she makes him curious for what’s to come, intrigued by the way she doesn’t back down from carmy whose voice so often mimics the berzattos that came before him (“you’re better than this, kid.” “i don’t know what i am.” “whatever it is, it’s not this.”). she's self assured and knows her place in the establishment and is unafraid to let people know it. it’s a refreshing change of pace from mikey, who often resorted to intimidation to get his way, or carmy, who’s anxiety envelopes him and distracts him from what’s right there in front of him. but she is not them. she is focused and on track and is willing to put in the work to get what she wants. he doesn’t visit the bear often, only drops by once in a while to deliver bad news or to fulfill a favour or to just enjoy some good food, but when he does, she is always there, dedicated to ensuring that carmy and michaels, and now, her dream stays alive. she is good for his family, and he trusts her to keep the berzatto spirit alive.

for michelle, it’s quite simple. she always looked out for carmy, their little bear, so when she meets her it’s a family thanksgiving party at the bear and syd stumbles out of the kitchen, obviously frazzled and a little sweaty (“carmy, im not ready, i didn’t even change yet and the turk—” “don’t worry, tina will take care of it, you look great, they’ll love you, they just really wanted to meet you—”), but she’s smiling. she’s a little awkward when she introduces herself, and michelle finds herself endeared by her nervous ramble (“it’s, uh, really nice to meet you guys. sorry, i didn’t know that i was going to be pulled out of the kitchen so soon. uh, im sydney. yeah, i guess carmy already told you guys, huh? um. im sorry, how are you related to the family again? i mean, i dont want to offend but it’s just. uh. well, you guys are just very... normal?”) and she’ll laugh and look at stanley and the two of them will think to themselves, good job carmy, she’s a good one, before telling syd something dumb and nonsensical about a genetic mutation and richie interrupts to tell michelle it’s not a genetic mutation it’s called being boring and syd will laugh and michelle will too, truly happy that their little bear found someone normal, a breath of fresh air within the smoke of their family.

for donna, it’s weird. it’s tense. they don’t meet for a long time. they don’t meet at the bear when it first opens and not at the bear even when it has found it’s footing, but by chance. they are somewhere mundane (a grocery store, a park, or maybe just the street) and there is no other family member around when syd meets the berzatto matriarch. she only knows what donna looks like from photos at sugars house because carmys apartment is devoid of any actual sentiment (although that has begun to change since she made him get an actual dresser and he dedicated one of the drawers to her stuff). she calls out to her by her name, and donna turns around startled. she doesn’t recognize syd, of course, who introduces herself and informs her of who she is to the family. when donna smiles it’s not a real one, and syd knows this, but it doesn’t deter her. she tells donna that her kids love her (“even after everything, nat?” “she’s our mother. its all that we can do.”) and that her kids are great (“carmy, you are not broken.” “im a little broken.” “no, listen to me, the fact that you are still here, means something. its something.”) and that there will always be a table for her at the bear (“chef, someones calling in for a reso for 1 but we’re all full up… except for—“ “yo, dont finish that sentence. table 7 for ms. berzatto is an indefinite booking. is that understood?” “yes, chef”). donnas smile fades and her chest fills with anger but just as she’s about to explode in typical berzatto fashion syd interrupts her. she has faced the bear many a time before and has handled herself with grace and dignity everytime, so this is no different. she smiles brightly and thanks donna for listening to her and hopes she considers coming in, because she’d really like to cook for her. she looks like she needs a good meal. she deserves one. she turns and walks away. donnas stomach growls. that night, table 7 is occupied for the first time since the bear opened its doors.

and carmy? well, there isn’t an exact moment. its a culmination of awkward partnership (“i don’t want to be shitty.” “okay, then dont be.”) and flawless teamwork (“the menu needs—” “already on it, chef.”) and nights unwinding at the bar down the street (“of course you drink an old fashioned.” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “nothing, it’s just very… tortured-chef-from-the-slums-of-chicago of you”) and spontaneous phone calls just to hear the others voice (“why are you whispering?” “i… don’t know. my dads home. its a habit.” “you’re 27.” “and you’re white, you wouldn’t get it.”) till they’re just inseparable (“cousin, wheres carmy?” “with syd, duh.” “why'd i even ask?”). and then, sydney and carmen become something else. something tender and sweet and terrifying and beautiful all mixed together into… something. there’s no word for what they have. but it feels so right; to the guests who taste their food and recognize that the hands who put it together are full of love and care; to the staff at the bear who see the unspoken communication, the lingering touches, and their soft eyes that seem to always be on the other; to the berzatto family who notice that carmy looks a little brighter, and shakes a little less. yes, its love, but its so much more. it’s syd and carmy. it always has been, and always will be.

(and it’s unspoken, but everyone knows that michael would’ve loved her too. i mean, she’s sydney fucking adamu, she conquered the bear. how could anyone not love her?)

#and now i will take myself to bed #the bear fx #the bear #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #the bear hulu #carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #chef's kiss

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whentherewerebicycles · 3 years ago

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time for a HOUSE UPDATE!! sorry this is of interest to absolutely no one but me but I am aggressively nesting and must narrate the process (story of my life).

well I absolutely love my place and literally the only thing I would change about it is the four-foot 1970s-style overhang that juts out over the giant picture window in the living room, which means I only get bright indirect light and never direct light indoors even during the day. but honestly it’s livable and I imagine that soon there will be very little sunlight to speak of so it probably won’t matter all that much.

here’s what’s left in each room:

LIVING ROOM

I swatched three other colors on posterboard and will hang them up to look at throughout the week (including when the rain starts and I get my first taste of PNW winter). I would like to re-paint that room this weekend or next.

I need a TV console but they’re so expensive. I think I’ll keep putting it off a while longer.

two of the gallery wall pieces aren’t quite right but I’m going to wait till I repaint to fix

I could do something better with that plant corner but that feels like a winter project

the blinds need to be restrung but I might ask my parents to help me with that in November. ditto with installing the curtain rod.

everything else is perfect! the new recliner maybe isn’t the best fit in the space but omg it’s soooooo comfy and nice for reading or watching. and the cozy levels of the sectional area are absolutely off the charts omg the extra pillows & oversized throw I bought this weekend catapulted that part of the room to a new level. sooooooo good and so fun as a space for entertaining.

KITCHEN

all good for now. would love to put up a backsplash at some point (the whole area around the sink is just blah—too many shades of white and off-white) but that might be like, a year 2 project. it’s functional! switching up the orientation of the kitchen table + adding a plant cart made such a difference in that space. it’s way cozier!

HALF BATH & LAUNDRY ROOM

now these rooms are both going to be top candidates for a winter renovation project. I think they will be fun rooms to collect lots of Pinterest inspiration for—they’re small rooms so I feel like I can do something bold and fun in there with color and/or patterns. but for now they are functional and that’s all they need to be!

in the short term though I need to declutter the laundry room (might tackle that today)

DAYROOM/OFFICE

no idea why the paint is photographing like that please trust me it is still the most beautiful color imaginable

I still need to fix the standing desk but will probably give that task to my dad

I need to declutter and organize the big closet (currently my junk space). I bought a nicer dresser for my bedroom and I think I’m going to move the old dresser into the closet to use as an organized storage space. this will be a good weekend project—maybe even this weekend if I don’t paint.

I want to eventually transform this room into my cozy winter writing space. my goal is to figure out a good way to slightly partition off the room so that my office/work desk area feels visually separated from the couch area without making the room feel too cramped or segmented. right now I’m using that plant cart but I’m thinking I’ll eventually get a long low bookshelf (maybe waist-high) to put there so I can put a row of plants along the top and have book storage space on the bottom. I may also experiment with moving the tiger rug up here and getting a diff rug that’s a better match for the kitchen. tbd!!

I’m also going to hang the whiteboard, move Pip’s bed over to that corner so it’s hidden behind the partition, get rid of the IKEA chair in the far corner, move in a small little coffee table in front of the sofa, and get some throw pillows and blankets that actually work in that room. I may also put up curtains to pull that window area together a bit more.

I should really get a pullout couch or comfy futon for guests instead of the current beat-up sofa but I’m loath to spend lots of money on that room when I think that might be the nursery (or foster kid bedroom) within the next couple years depending on how things go. anyway it’s fine for now!

OH and crucially I gotta figure out the walls. I think instead of a gallery wall I may do shelves with leaning framed art + small objects like I had in my old living room. but first I have to figure out how the rest of the room will be arranged so I know what to center the shelves on. I think getting stuff on the walls will make this space feel more like an actual room and not just the place where I cram stuff that doesn’t have a home yet.

LITTLE LIBRARY

I adore this little room that is all lol

I need to finish scraping paint off the ceiling (it’s not hard it just takes some elbow grease)

I may want to get a little side table for my squirrel lamp + a little plant to go under the Rohan poster.

I want to get a small round rug but it’s not urgent! I also kinda have to decide if I want this to be a reading nook with a beanbag or small cozy chair or if I just want it to be a nice-looking open storage area.

oh and I need to organize my books at some point lol I just threw them on the shelves so I could get rid of the boxes

MY BEDROOM

this will be a winter project… it’s functional for now but it’s very bare bones. I am leaning towards doing a rich dark teal accent wall behind the bed and leaving the rest of the room white OR maybe doing a terracotta pink accent wall but we’ll see—I reallyyyyyyy don’t want to paint right now lol

I have two nightstands and a dresser coming this week so that should be a big upgrade to that room visually

I am going to buy a cheap new headboard to replace my cheap old headboard

for art… I think I may want to do a small gallery wall of fandom stuff (My Guys!) over the dresser in this little recessed area of the room—it’s visible from the bed but not from the hall so I think that’s a good compromise on Decorating Like An Adult and following my heart’s desire to plaster images of My Guys everywhere aha. for the rest of the room I think I need to do more Pinterest browsing for inspiration… maybe some bigger art pieces or maybe some shelves with plants or maybe something else who can say!! the space is perfectly usable right now and I can slowly acquire things & ideas to improve it.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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grab it hard | th x fem!reader

credits gif by @tomhollandd

Summary: What could go wrong when Tom decide to post a video on his Instragram story? Pretty much everything. And now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.

Warnings: SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), reader having a dom moment, dirty talk/language, a lot of grabbing, muscles appreciation (or general muscle kink i guess)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: okay well- let’s say that tom’s IG story... brought the worst in us all and by that i mean we may have lost our sanity as our hormones took complete control of ourselves 😂 *cough* damn that brit boy and his attractive body 🥵🥵🥵 *cough* ANYWAY! my dear @thollandss got the idea yesterday and well, I said I would write it so here it is! enjoy, dear sinful beauts 😏🙊🔥

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The evening is going quite slowly compared to the rest of the day. Everyone in the house has been up to something, such as Tom and Harry going to the nearest park to play with Tessa, Harrison visiting his mum and sister Charlotte and Tuwaine out to buy some groceries.

And here you are now laying on the couch in the living room, watching whatever Netflix has suggested you and by yourself. The boys are in the house too, but doing their own things.

But out of nowhere, your ears catch a weird noise coming from the back of the house. At first, you don’t pay too much attention to it and go back to lazily stare at the tv. But then it starts again, going for a bit longer. Intrigued, you mute the tv and listen carefully to identify the origin of this sound.

And a smirk makes its way to your face. As you quietly stand from the couch, you walk to the hallway that leads to the different bedrooms, and wait at the entrance of it. And listen. What you at first thought were “noises” seem to be groans and breathing, and all coming from Tom’s bedroom.

Someone’s horny, uh?

After only three minutes, silence comes back so you decide to go sit again on the couch, acting like nothing happened, and tease the hell out of your boyfriend once he will exist his bedroom.

Back in the comfort of the couch, your phone dings as you see an Instagram’s notification on the screen. But when you open it, your jaw just drops while staring at the screen: your boyfriend half shirtless crouching against the wall, panting and groaning so loudly your brain makes a flip.

What is that ten seconds videos, out of nowhere, and without any context to it?! Your face is now a deep red and you feel drops of sweat forming everywhere on your body, pressing your thighs together to get some relieve. So many obscene thoughts come through your mind and you can’t stop them at all, not after watching this much display of... everything your boyfriend has.

Guess you are the horny one now.

* * * *

At some point Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine enter in the living room, chatting vividly as they make their way to the kitchen. Tom soon follows them as his friends laugh at him, the boy grumbling at his phone.

You are still on the couch and just listen, not making a single sound.

“Mate, you’re definitely sooooooo bad with Instagram!” Harrison laughs while opening the fridge.

“I bet ya he broke the entire app!” Tuwaine soon follows, thanking Harrison as he takes a bottle of beer.

“Oh come on, now” growls Tom, “This app is so weird, ‘not my fault it doesn’t upload normally!”

“Yeah right, as if” Harry mumbles, trying to not laugh at his older brother.

The conversation goes on for a bit when Tom finally notices you on the couch. So the boy takes this opportunity to walk towards you, leaving his friends making fun of him even more.

“Hi babe” Tom says behind you, bending slightly to kiss your temple, “Want something to drink? ‘m gonna cook soon if you wanna join.”

“I’m waiting a little bit” you simply reply, not daring to look at him.

Tom nods and leaves another kiss on your cheek before joining the boys again, all of them standing around the kitchen island while drinking and munching some snacks. Later they all disappear in their bedroom again, ready to play some “Warzone” or whatever that thing is.

You slowly turn your head towards the kitchen and notice Tom by himself, looking inside the fridge while drinking his beer. You recognise the shirt and shorts from the video, these clothes tight on every muscle of his body.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up and causally walk and sit on one of the high chairs around the kitchen island. Your eyes gladly run along Tom’s back and lower, appreciating every single one as they tense and relax when your boyfriend moves. You feel hot again, eyes full of want and so much more. Your head leans on one hand as you start thinking, quick and fast, while Tom puts some vegetables on the counter to cook them.

Now determined, you stand again and slowly walk towards Tom, now standing behind him as he still doesn’t notice you. And out of nowhere, you shamelessly slap both hands on his ass, snatching a high squeal from him before firmly grabbing his butt cheeks and making him whimper.

“So pretty boy, enjoyed showing off and being all grunting for the internet?” you mewl in his ear, your chest pressing against his muscled back.

Tom whimpers again, feeling your nails through the fabric of his shorts and pressing onto the skin. You run your lips on his nape, your teeth slightly brushing the thin skin there.

“This ass here is mine, you know that right? Like all your body is” you now grunt smoothly and biting into his lobe. You press against Tom’s frame more, your hips perfectly flat onto his ass while you keep massaging it.

Tom tightens his grip on the counter, his breathing getting louder as he feels his shorts being too tight against his cock.

“F-fuck (Y/N), wait-”

You interrupt him by sliding one hand to his front, first appreciating his abs throughout the shirt and slowly going lower to rest on his growing bulge. Now Tom doesn’t retain his groaning anymore and grabs your hand to press it harder against his cock.

“You horny pretty girl, you’d be the death of me” Toms breaths out, stretching his head behind to make contact with your face.

“I swear you better fuck me hard right now before I fucking lose it, Thomas.”

And that was what Tom needed. In no time the boy turns around to face you, now his broad body towering over yours and with eyes that could tear off your clothes off in a second. Almost savagely Tom smashes his lips on yours, the kiss being mainly tongue and teeth as his arms lift you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your fingers messing with his hair and scratching his scalp. Your clothed core brushes over his hard on, making you moan in his mouth but still grind more against it.

“Fuck me, Tom, now!” you whine almost desperately.

“I’m gonna destroy you, ‘gonna make ya scream my name so loud you’ll forget yours for weeks, baby girl” Tom groans, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it.

With his ounce of composure left - to not take you right on top of the counter -, Tom starts walking towards his bedroom while he still appreciates your thighs with his strong hands. Both of you are just moaning messes by now, not even caring about walking past the other boys’ bedrooms.

Once in Tom’s bedroom, he simply slams it shut with his foot before also slamming you onto it. The kisses are getting more sloppier, saliva making its way in the corner of your mouth and just licking it back as you kiss again. Your hands cup Tom’s face, slightly pressing your nails onto his cheek to wrest beautiful whimpers out of him.

But when you suddenly detach from him, Tom nearly moans and desperately moves his hips back and forth against yours. Getting too hot you hurry and take your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Tom can’t help but drink into this gorgeous view of you in a lace bra, all flushed and panting with need and desire.

Licking his lips, Tom almost runs to his bed and throws you on top of the mattress. Not losing another second, he undresses himself in a time record, his clothes soon joining yours on the floor but then, he catches your gaze and smirks.

“Enjoying the view, gorgeous?” he cheekily asks, perfectly knowing the answer already.

As he stands in his boxer, you eye up his almost exposed body and how much you want to touch, kiss, lick and bite any inch of it. Tom never really liked the build he got for ‘Far From Home’, saying he looked way too buff for his heigh. And ironically, he had to go back in this shape for ‘Uncharted’ and you never felt this pleased.

“Can’t help it, your groaning are arousing as fuck. And...” you soothe, seductively biting your bottom lip. You run your hands over your body before sliding off your shorts slowly along your legs, leaving you in your underwear, on total display for his coffee eyes. “... I love it when you’re being vocal.’

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna get it hard (Y/N)...”

True to his words, Tom growls as he joins you on the bed, his body in between your legs and his upper body caging you with his arms on both side your head. He aggressively goes back at kissing you, his hands petting over the plush curvature of your breast before he gets rid of the bra. He doesn’t lose time by soon taking off your lace panties, almost ripping them up with his strength. As excited as him, your thighs press more around his waist, bringing him closer against you while you try to push his boxer off.

Now both equally naked, Tom presses himself more onto you, chest to chest and his hard cock rubbing against your wet core, the feeling tearing a moan out of him. Having him at your mercy, your hands wander on his back muscles, tracing them with your fingers as if remembering them by heart is your final goal. You also worship his biceps, strong and hard as you squeeze them at times, his broad shoulders and beautiful neck, that you soon attack both with hickeys and nibbles.

Heavy breathing and groaning submerge the entire room,Tom’s one being way louder than yours. And him being at his limits, he grabs your hips firmly before sliding his girth deep between your tight folds. You both moan sharply into each other’s mouth, feeling his saliva pool at the back of your throat as he gives you a passionate and rough french kiss. Both of his hands squeeze at your warm hips before gripping your skin tightly as he starts a very deep and incredible pace.

Instantly you cling to his skin which is a combination of warm, smooth and sweaty. An intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafting into your nose that makes him all the more addicting. Even the thrust of his hips slapping against your own send desire filled tingles all over your body, the incredible sway of heat singeing off your skin.

“Oh m-my God, T-Tom!” you moan completely unhinged all of your praise directly into the rim of his ear, before biting and nibbling it. He growls from the incredibly grip your folds has on his cock, driving him insane with desire to fuck you as hard and deep as possible.

"O-oh fuck, you're completely soaking my cock already..." Tom rasps, hot and heavy lascivious words about how wet your pussy is making his cock. Telling you in naughty detail how it was making it easier for him to slide back and forth, and even the pulse of your folds against his manhood telling him just how close you are.

Both of your hands grip at his back tightly, digging your nails into the skin and leaving him a few feint scratches, trembling from the overwhelming build of pleasure as he presses against all the right pleasure zones inside your body. And as your nails slide along his back, you take advantage of it and slam the palm of your hands on his butt cheeks with all your might.

This sudden move wrests the loudest whine from Tom’s lips, being breathless for at least two seconds because of the impact. You feel his cock throb between your walls, making you clench against him as you are overwhelmed by so many sensations.

“C-Come on Tom, I w-wanna hear you more baby!” you gasp, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck when he starts hitting that overwhelming pleasure zone inside your body again.

And Tom can only comply to your demand, letting more erotic sounds leave his mouth. Both of his rough hands slide from your hips to the bottom of your ass, where he now copies your moves to push and pull your body to meet with his deep thrusts.

From the way your body shakes and twitches you are close, making him pound into your core faster and deeper till he finally feels the warm sensation of your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his thighs. Tom moans against your lips while he continues to thrust sloshing your juices, until he abruptly pull away warming a bit of your stomach and inner thighs with his arousal.

Out of stamina, Tom let himself falls on top of you, out of breath but mostly swimming into a pure state of bliss. While watching you try to steady the heavy breathing and pound of your heart, his glazed eyes find yours before meeting your lips in a sloppy but lazy kiss.

“From now on, those type of videos are only for me. Not for the Internet, understand?” you mumble into the kiss, your hands still wandering on top of his ass, massaging it.

“Can’t promise you anything, darlin’...”

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maybe-your-left · 5 years ago

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Girl please give us more dr ren I’m begging

Dr. is what we all need this holiday season, and this Dr. Oneshot is inspired by a dream I had. sooooooo... also this is like the longest oneshot I've ever written and I'm not sorry

HIPAA Violation Universe!

YOU READ IT RIGHT, I AM THROWING THIS INTO THE UNIVERSE OF SURGEON KYLO. SO SAME TW APPLY. THIS IS PRE COMING OUT IN PUBLIC WITH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH REN!!!

SPOILER, THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

TW: NSFW, AGE GAP (14 YEARS BC I MADE HIM ADAM DRIVERS AGE), THROWING IN A FEW NEW ELEMENTS TRY TO KEEP UP, ANAL SEX, DOUBLE PENETRATION, DIRTY TALK, NASTI BOI DR. REN.

You sat on your couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you watched White Christmas on Netflix. It had been a really long day, you had to drive your friend to the doctor's office, the same doctor you had started fucking for the past two months, then have to sit at lunch with her and listen to her gush about how handsome he is. All while you had to pretend like you didn’t notice because he was a paranoid control freak who ‘wasn’t ready to put a label on us’.

Rose had texted you about wanting to meet up for the evening, saying something about ‘since I got my cast off we need to have wine night!’. You hastily ignored the messages, wanting to sulk in private after Ren ignored you at the appointment. The least he could do to the girl he had been sticking his dick into every evening, was say hello or shoot them a text that said how cute you looked. But no, you hadn’t heard from him all day, and you knew when his breaks were.

You shoveled a handful of popcorn in your mouth, ready to drown it with a gulp of the Margarita you made when your door flew open.

“Love, take your pants off-.”

Ren stood in your entryway, making direct eye contact with your mouthful of popcorn. His face was completely devoid of emotion, slowly shutting the door, still not breaking eye contact, and setting his briefcase on the kitchen island. He shucked off his lab coat and draped over one of the barstools before he began to unbuckle his belt. “You know junk food isn’t healthy for you.”

“Mphf.”

“Chew your food.”

You swallowed, blindly reaching for your drink and taking a long gulp while staring at his dark eyes. Ren’s left eyebrow raised as he watched you, yanking his belt out of his pant loops. He gripped it in his left hand as he stalked over to you, “It’s a little early to be drinking, isn’t it? You’re being very naughty tonight.”

You glared at him, standing from the couch with your arms folded across your chest. “I don’t think I said you could come over tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Um,” you stopped when you were chest to chest with him, “Because it’s my apartment and I control who comes over.”

“Oh, you do?” he smirked at you, “Then why am I standing here?”

“Because you’re an asshole.”

He snorted, quickly grabbing your jaw with his free hand and digging his forefinger and thumb into either side. “You are just begging to be punished, and here I thought you wanted me to come over. Like you have every night since I fucked your whore brains out for the first time.”

“Stoppit,” you tried to spit back at him, your face beginning to ache from his strong grip. You brought your hands up, trying to claw his from your face but it was no use, he was too strong. So you settled for pouting, giving him your sad, puppy eyes.

Ren hummed, bringing your face close to his own. Enough to rub his strong nose against yours as he spoke, “You’re so lucky that I like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, pulled together in confusion. Ren only laughed at you, placing a kiss to your own swollen lips before he pulled away, “Why are you surprised?”

You yanked away from him, stumbling into the back of your couch, “You’ve never said anything like that before...”

“God you're dumb,” Ren groaned, beginning to roll up his sleeves before he began to unbutton his pants like he originally did. “Would I have risked my career for you if I didn’t?”

“Well,” you looked away, scuffing the floor with your slipper as you mumbled, “Why didn’t you say anything when I came in today...”

His pants fell to the ground, stepping out of them while he laughed again, “What am I supposed to say, Hey sweetie, who's your friend?”

“No,” you wiped your nose with your sleeve, ignoring Ren as he moved towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rocked his body into yours, humming in your ear as he kissed behind it, “I’m trying to not make it obvious that I fucked you at my office.” Ren slid his hands under your sweater, his cold hands causing you to hiss into his shoulder, “I know you want me to be publically affectionate with you, but it’s too soon after your surgery to do that. Not while I’m still treating you for your recovery.”

You nodded, realizing that you technically were still his patient. You had a follow-up exam in 4 months with him and after that, you wouldn’t be an ‘active patient’ anymore. It made sense now that you thought about it, but you still didn’t like it. You sighed into him, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and squeezing them, so he knew you heard him. Ren kissed the side of your head, mumbling into your hair, “Now, can you take your pants off, please.”

Five minutes later, Ren was fucking you from behind. You were on your hands and knees on top of your mattress, wailing as his cock tore into you. He thrust into you fast and hard, moaning above you as he scratched down your bareback. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well.”

“Fuck-Kylo-don’t stop I’m gonna cum!”

Ren grabbed your right thigh, swiftly rolling you onto your back and popping his cock out of you. He placed a heavy palm on your lower belly and shoved two fingers inside your cunt. Twisting and fucking your slick out of you as you writhed, his fingers were just long enough to hit your g-spot, but not enough to make you cum. You wiggled around, begging for him to let you cum, but he just shook his head. Long hair covering up his face while he watched your cunt swallow his fingers. Ren spat on your clit, bringing his thumb down to press on it. Mouth popping open in awe as you screamed, “Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

Just as you were on the cusp once again, he yanked his hand out of you. Thumb leaving your clit, pulling your bottom up to perch on the tops of his thighs. Bringing your cunt high in the air, and your asshole level with his cock. He watched your face turn red with fury, waiting until you opened your mouth to yell at him before he shoved his slick fingers into your asshole.

“Oh my god,” you wailed, eyes rolling back into your head as he started a brutal pace of working your rim open.

“Such a slut,” he chastised you, fucking his fingers faster into your asshole, “Listen to you, you’re just letting me fuck this hole open. Do you want my cock in here?”

You nodded silently, mouth opening and closing as you cried.

“Where do you want it?”

“My-my ass,” you cried. Wiggling your hips working his fingers inside you more and more. He stalled, keeping his two digits fully inside you as he watched your breathing calm down. “Reach into your drawer, and grab that silly toy you have.”

“Wh-what toy?”

“Don’t be coy whore,” he hissed, “Grab that sorry excuse for a cock out of there and stick it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You reached over to the drawer, whining as you moved. His fingers wouldn’t budge inside you, he even started to lean over you as he watched you scramble for it. You practically cried when you produced it, looking at him and waiting for his praise. “Well?” he asked.

“I got it,” you rasped, your voice breaking from your screams. He tore it from your hand, his open dwarfing it from his size. Bringing the silicone to your lips as he commanded you to open wide. You quickly popped open, moaning as he shoved the length of it down your throat, clasping his palm over the base so you couldn’t cough it out. Ren started fucking you again with his fingers, watching in awe as you sucked the cock as he commanded.

You rolled your tongue around it the best you could, gagging on the length that tickled the back of your throat. You shut your eyes in bliss, loving the feeling of him stretching you out until he pulled his fingers from you. Swiftly replacing it with his cock head and ramming into you with little remorse.

“Uh-yes-Fuck, squeeze my cock,” he moaned, pushing in all the way inside you. Rens eyes briefly flashed to your own, watching your face contorted from pain to pleasure as he thrust in and out of you. Your ass slowly becoming numb to his movements, pleasure pouring out of your neglected cunt, dripping down to the base of his cock each time he pulled out. Ren fucked you for a few more minutes like this, keeping his hand over your mouth to force you to choke on the silicone. While he tore you apart on his fat cock.

Ren stopped fully inside you, panting over you, “Is that nice and wet, love?”

You nodded behind his hand, letting out a muffled yes. He popped it out of your mouth, leaning back to inspect the spit that was collected on it. A dark smile graced his perfect lips as he brought it down to your cunt, his only warning a soft command, “If it starts to hurt, say red.”

Ren shoved the length of the cock inside your cunt, smiling as you screamed out in pleasure. Heaving as he started to fuck you again in the ass, using one hand to keep the base of the other cock inside your cunt to the brim. You were drunk on the feeling of his cock pushing against the dildo, feeling your walls stretch and constrict each time he thrust inside you. Ren was moaning as much as you were, babbling about how good you were, ‘a good whore, taking two cocks for him, letting him fuck you however he wanted.’

You nodded in pleasure, cunt weeping around the dildo as he tore your ass open. Ren growled at you, “Fuck your cunt, show me how you like to be fucked.”

You wasted no time grabbing the base from him, letting his hands pry your legs open further so he could better fuck you. Ren growled at you when you took it completely out watching you shove it back inside yourself, attempting to match his pace. Both of you were moaning and crying out, your cunt was squelching out wetness each time you pushed back inside. You brought a hand down to your hole, scooping some out with your first and second finger. Bringing the wetness to your clit, instantly crying out when you touched it.

“Fuck, you just squeezed me so fucking hard, are you gonna cum?” Ren pleaded, his forehead slicked with sweat. His chest was red and splotchy, muscles overexerting their strength as he held back his release. You nodded at him, moaning out yes yes yes.

“Cum with me baby, cum while I fill your dirty ass up.”

Both of you cried out, loud enough for you to hear your neighbor pound on your shared wall. You mumbled out a drunken ‘sorry’ as you felt Ren cum inside you. Softly pulling the silicone out of your abused cunt, followed by Ren wincing as he pulled his cock out of you. Softly petting the backs of your thighs as he cooed at you, “God you’re so beautiful, so made for me.”

He leaned over your body, placing a kiss on your lips. Lingering for a few moments as you both sighed in relief. Ren rolled onto his back, letting you both have a moment to catch your breath, his right hand finding its way into your knotted hair. Trying to detangle the pieces he had ruined, you pulled your head away. Whining as you sat up, turning to look at his blissed-out face, “Want me to go heat up some leftovers?”

“Please,” he croaked.

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WAIT IM NOT DONE YET! I HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS PART IS SFW.

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You slipped on your bathrobe, waddling to the kitchen while you tied your hair back into a decent bun. You cleared the island off, placing his briefcase and his keys next to the front door, he's notorious for forgetting them when he leaves in the mornings. You popped the leftovers in the microwave, taking a sip from your room temperature margarita while you waited.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Ugh, probably the neighbor,” you grumbled. Pulling your robe tight over your naked body, glancing through the doorway to your room to see if Ren was somewhat clothed, or hidden from public viewing. You whipped the door open ready to apologize profusely when you were pushed aside.

“Hey, girl!” Rose yipped, slightly limping on her freshly uncasted knee. She was followed by your friends Bazine and Finn who had very large wine bottles in their clutches. “You weren’t answering your phone, and you were so bummed out after my doctors' appointment today so I thought you could use some company!”

“Yeah, we even brought you your favorite bottle!” Finn squealed. Quickly grabbing the bottle opener from your kitchen and uncorking the Red Blend. Bazine gave you a smile, “And I got out of my family dinner, my dad’s pissed because my uncle bailed too but I wanted to see you!”

“Uh,” you choked, “It’s not really a good time, I was just-uh-hopping in the shower!”

“Its okay, we've all seen you naked before,” Rose rolled her eyes, propping her leg up on an empty seat as she took a drink.

“And it’s not like you’re doing anything-,”

“Love, have you seen my pants? My pager went off and I can't find my-” Ren came out of the bedroom, only dressed in his boxers and socks. Freezing as all eyes turned to him. He slowly covered his nether region with one arm, eyes flashing over to you for help. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off.

“Doctor Ren?”

“Uncle Kylo?”

You quickly spun to look at Rose and Bazine, Rose was staring at him with a huge smile while Bazine was completely mortified. Ren quickly shuffled towards the couch, grabbing his pants and running into the bedroom. The door slamming shut, behind it you heard Ren swearing in a fit of rage. Both heads swiveled to you, the microwave beeping the only sound in the room. You gave them a weak smile, darting to the bedroom right behind him.

Inside Ren was furious, angrily throwing his pants on. He wrestled with his undershirt while you scrambled for his dress shirt, batting his hand away from the buttons since he was too mad to do them himself. “Why the fuck are they here!?” he hissed.

“I don't know! I haven’t checked my phone all night!”

“Jesus,” he groaned, “Why is my niece here? Drinking? She is not 21 yet, why is she even your friend?”

“Okay,” you scoffed, “I didn’t know Baz was your niece, second you do not get to blame me for my friends coming over when you do it unannounced all the time!” Ren wiggled out of your grasp, moving to the side of your bed that had his shoes while he continued to angrily dress. “Well, I got called back to work so you have fun with your little friends. Gossiping about how you’re fucking your friend's uncle AND your doctor. Fuck my brothers going to kill me.”

He burst out of the bedroom, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he moved towards the front door. Yanking the lab coat from behind Bazine, before he shot a glance at Rose, “I see you aren’t wearing the brace I gave you Miss Tico.”

Rose giggled, opening her mouth for a retort but Ren grabbed his briefcase and slammed the front door before she could utter a word. You walked to the kitchen, reaching for four wine glasses before facing the crowd. Silently grabbing the bottle from Finn’s hand and pouring yourself a healthy glass. Finn cleared his throat, “So, wanna talk about what just happened?”

You leaned on the counter, rubbing your face with your hands before peaking through your fingers, “It’s nothing.”

“You should’ve told us you were sleeping with him!” Rose squealed, her enthusiasm far too high for your liking. Bazine poured herself a glass before she spoke, “You know he has a kid right?”

“I did not know that,” you mumbled into your palm, “It doesn’t matter he won’t be coming back.”

Your front door flew open once more, proving you wrong on the spot, as Ren stormed back in. Snatching his keys from the counter before he spoke, “Baz I won’t tell Ben that you’re drinking if you keep your mouth shut about this, deal?”

She nodded her head quickly, muttering in reply, “Thank you, Uncle Ky.”

He turned to you, chewing the inside of his chew as he approached. Ren sighed when he stepped next to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple while he mumbled, “I’m sorry for being rude, Love. I’ll come get you in the morning for breakfast.” With that, he ran out again, the door shutting for the final time tonight. You grabbed your wine glass and began to drink again, downing about half before you spoke.

“So he has a kid?”

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HAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY BUT I AM CACKLING AT MYSELF. ALSO BAZINE IS 20 IN THIS, WE AGAIN ARE 22 LIKE IN THE FIRST HIPAA VIOLATIONS. YOU'RE WELCOME.

@finn-ray-nal-beads @historyandfandoms50

#adam driver #adamdriver #doctor ren #kylo ren #modern kylo ren #surgeon kylo ren #anon answered #Hipaa Violation #this is my favorite AU #i will never stop loving surgeon kylo and I will die on that hill

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what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me · 6 months ago

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@itsquakey Late to getting back to this because I had been traveling for a while and it took me time to gather my spoons, but MAN. This artwork left me breathless!!!! I already did one reply, but I still wanted to go over the work on greater detail because WOW! These details you put into this is so stunning!!! So much thought!!! And seeing the other versions too just cements that all the more!!!

On the backgrounds in particular there was so much details!!!! Even if they are mostly covered in the end product, I love your line art it’s always a standout in your works—so detailed and crisp and thin and a standout style in this fandom! The opposing motifs are something I briefly mentioned in my more rushed reply before I got on the plane, but now I wanna point out things like how the top frame has the emblem on Jecra’s locket, and the bottom frame has the moon for Meta Knight! And the left and right most frames have heart details!! I never noticed them in the first glace but seeing these alt versions let’s so many details be appreciated so thank you very much for providing them!! And in general I love how the frames of the background are drawn as if stained glass—that in particular is a favorite aesthetic of mine and MAN the background is so killer. ALSO THE BORDERS TOOOO THEY ARE SO DEFAILED JUST EVERYWHERE I LOOK BAM MORE DETAIL!

Which brings me to the character part of the art!

AUGHHH I can NOT get over how you draw them I hope you know how much I go and stare at this. This was SUCH a great gift! I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEEEE how you draw Jecra! Oh my godddddd his face. His FACE. Literally immaculate. You capture his energy sooooooo well HIS LITTLE SMILEEEE I CANT 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and META KNIGHT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. UGHHH YEAH . I love how opposing the top frame with Jecra in his mask, Meta Knight is maskless in the bottom frame—the friendly and calm attitude contrasting with Metas panic and embarrassment! THIS PIECE IS SO FUN TO LOOK AT!!!! For the corner top right and corner bottom let how it seems like they are both blushing, trying to seem like they are looking away but mayyyyybe stealing a glance at each other. Then the middle top left and bottom top right frames I HAVE to imagine Jecra was just looking at Meta with that his expression and Meta just reacted Like That. His O.O face. UGH ITS SO GOOD AND THEN THE LEFT AND RIGHT FRAMES THE KISSES ARE SO SWEETTTTTT!!!!! Meta with his pink eyes!!! ANDDDDD THE MIDDLE TOO!!! I love how in most of the frames, Meta seems to be the one more flustered, but now he’s the more put together one and Jecra seems to be more flustered! UGH I won’t go on for too much longer but this was SO amazing to look at!!!! I deeply appreciate this gift and your art is really in depth and has so much story telling!!! Thank you :D

From: @itsquakey (Tumblr2) (Instagram) (Artfol)

To: @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me (Instagram)

#sorry for the essay length reply #no I’m not #but GENUINELY #I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCHHHHH

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h1gh-funct1on1ng-soc1opath · 3 years ago

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Guys I’m starting a PJO based story (again lmfao) and it’s kind of a self insert but I’m also putting in my irl friends and the characters from Rise of the Guardians bc Jack Frost and I started writing this post with the intention of asking if anyone wants to read the little intro excerpt but I’m just gonna post it anyway so here it is:

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How would you react to finding out that myths and legends like, say, the Greek gods actually exist in our present, modern day and age? Monsters and deities and demigods? Well, I hope that you would take that news pretty well, because it’s true. My name is Nathaniel Jackson, and I am, in fact, a demigod.

First things first: call me Nate. I have shaggy/fluffy black hair with white roots that no amount of hair dye can get rid of. Believe me, I’ve tried. Somehow, even when my hair grows, it doesn’t grow white, just the black. I have blue eyes, but the shade of blue seems to depend on where I am. Twelve years old and I still don’t know how to explain it. My favourite shoes are my maroon Converse high tops and my blue hoodie, usually paired with blue or black jeans. My birthday is August 17th 1993. I have some tattoos (not really by choice). They’re some of those soulmate things. On the inside of my left wrist, I have a countdown clock. There’s still a good four years left on it, so I don’t think about it much. I’m also right-handed, so I don’t really look at it.

On the inside of my right wrist, however, is (supposedly) the first sentence that my soulmate will ever say to me.

Ooh, nice hair, Jackson, how’d you get it to look like that?

What kinda sentence is that?

Below the sentence is a little tattoo of something important to them, or something they always have with them. My soulmate’s is a snowflake, and some kind of curved shepherd’s staff thing. I don’t know what I’ll do if they’re some kinds toxic Christian…

Those are just my soulmate tattoos. The other ones I have aren’t by choice either (I don’t turn sixteen for another four years, so legally I can’t get any by choice). I noticed them for the first time after a fight I was in. They’re in a vertical line right along my spine. In order from top to bottom: a lightning bolt, a trident, a skull, a caduceus, a hammer and anvil, a sun, a crescent moon, and an owl. I didn’t think about it much at the time, but I’ve come to realize that those are symbols of some of the Greek Olympians. Specifically Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hermes, Hephaestus, Apollo, Artemis, and Athena.

I’m from New York, home of the best cityscape sunsets you will ever see. So, yeah. I’m Nate. I’m twelve years old, as stated above, and I’m a little bit on the run.

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Sooooooo here’s my breakdown explanation of what I did:

-> I piled soulmate AUs into this: ountdown on the wrist, soulmate tattoos, hair roots (I kinda came up with this one myself but the roots of your hair are the same colour as your soulmate’s hair and when you meet each other it kinda disappears)

-> Nathaniel “Nate” Jackson is based on me but I am most certainly not twelve anymore, haven’t been twelve in years, but for PJO based plot’s sake, Nate’s twelve.

-> I also don’t have black hair (unless I dye it this summer, which I want to) but for plot sake it’s black.

-> I do have blue eyes irl tho

-> Also my last name isn’t Jackson

-> But I’ve made some (okay, a lot of) PJO plot changes so that one of my besties (who’s basically my sister) and I are siblings of Percy from the same mother AND father (triplets separated at birth bc three demigod children of Poseidon is pretty dam dangerous)

-> And this is the second version of it I’ve written but I’m fairly proud of it

-> Also no hate to Christians in general but there are some toxic ones out there (cough, my family, cough)

Thoughts…?

(Please someone lmk what they think)

#writeblr #writing #percy jackson #percy jackson fic #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #idk what I’m doing #send help #it’s kinda bad so far lmfao

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theincuhusbands · 5 years ago

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Crushes (Sam x Reader) - Part 3

This is a part three to a mini series started by @ashleylovessmto and @loveisafunnything. You can find their first two parts here:

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: After Y/N and Sam agree to go on a date at the café, things keep coming up, will they finally get their date?

Warnings: Long, strong language, kissing and self esteem issues (only a little).

Word Count: 1399

It had been a week since the café conversation and most of my time was spent looking after Matthew. His fever had taken a turn for the worst and he couldn't even get out of bed now without stumbling all over himself about as gracefully as a baby giraffe.

James had paid a doctor to come and check up on him but all she said was 'It'll clear up in about week! Just make sure he gets lots of water and a couple ibuprofen or paracetamol a day".

Since a lot of the boys were busy with their new jobs - James running the company, Erik designing a wedding dress for his new client, Sam tracking down a gang that's been robbing small businesses etc...- I've been Matthew's prime carer.

Matthew sneezed all over himself but it was the most adorable sneeze I've ever seen. I giggle as I reach over to grab the box of tissues. "Top laughing at meh" Matthew says all stuffy making me laugh harder.

I grab a couple tissues and I hand them to Matthew as I start to clean him up. "Y/N?" I don't look up from my cleaning but let out a soft hmm to let him know I'm still listening. "Have you even gone out with Sam yet?" I question catches me off guard and I freeze for a second. I sigh quietly "no... not yet"

Thinking about that date has been my recent pass time. Wondering where Sam would like to take me... wondering if he's as excited about this as I am... wondering if he's even looking forward to it...

Matthew lets out a deep groan as I look down at his face, which is plastered with a scowl. "Why not?" I shrug as I stand up "I haven't had the time..." I walk through to the bathroom to pour Matthew a glass of water.

I sigh as I turn the tab on and start pouring water into the glass.

"And what has been taking up all your time that is sooooooo Important?!"

I peek my head out the side of the door to give Matthew a look as he just stares back at me.

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I shake my head

"It's not that simple Matthew..." I walk out to see Sam leaning in the doorway. I look over to Matthew who is knocked out cold. "What's not so simple?"

I'm so surprised that I drop Matthew's glass of water. "Oh shit-" I bend down to try and pick it up when Sam runs over and grabs my arm. "No! Don't! You'll cut yourself Doofus"

I look up and see Sam's emerald green eyes plastered in concern. I quickly drop my eyes looking to the floor, feeling my face burn brighter than the sun. "Sorry, you just... surprised me"

Sam realises he's still holding my arm and lets go quickly and rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to scare you... I just..." He stands up and offers me a hand to pull me up off the floor, which I gladly accept.

Sam sighs looking at the smashed glass on the floor laying in the puddle of water. "let me clean this up."

I move over to sit on the bed next to Matthew and brush his hair gently out his face. I hear Sam sweeping up the glass as we stay in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"You know..." I turn around to face Sam but he's not looking at me. "What you're doing for Matthew... it's sweet..." I feel myself smile as my face grows red again. "Did you just?"

Sam smiles at me slightly before he puts the dust-pan and brush away in the bathroom. The small smile is enough to send butterflies through my stomach.

I look to Matthew, who's sleeping peacefully, maybe he wouldn't mind if I left for... just a little while. I hear Sam clear his throat but when I look up I see he's holding a bouquet of gorgeous white lilies. His face is dusted with a light shade of pink as he clears his throat again.

"I wanted to do this properly so... Y/N Anderson would you... like you like to go on a date... with me?" I feel my smile turn into a huge grin as I throwing myself around Sam as he (luckily) catches me.

"I'd love to... thank you for asking"

Sam smiles wider than I've ever seen making my knees go weak. I'd fall over if he weren’t holding me up right now. "Meet me down stairs in ten minutes..."

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I walk down the stairs seeing Sam standing at the door dressed smart-casual. I had thrown on a new dress Erik had made me the other week. Along with a purse and some jewellery the boys Naomi had bought me for my birthday last year.

I hurried down the stairs to meet Sam at the bottom. Sam looked at me silently without saying anything for a couple seconds making me doubt my choice of dress and if I should have worn something fancier or if the dress wasn’t flattering before Sam breathed out a quiet "Wow."

I felt myself blush as I smiled at him. "So, where are we going." Sam just looked at me a shook his head that's a surprise.

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We had been driving in the car for about half an hour and the longer we drove the more doubt started to set in at the back of my head. What am I doing here? Why did SAM want me here? I had never done anything like this before...

"Y/N? Whats wrong?"

I look up and just shake my head giving him a weak smile. He doesn't look too pleased with that answer. "Are you having second thoughts?" I pause for a minute.

"Sam... I've never- I've never done anything like this before..."

Sam looked a little shocked as he darted his eyes between me and the road. "When you say like this?"

I sigh as I turn to look out at the bright night lights of Chicago. "I've never done any of this before..."

"But when we met I-" he cuts himself off going silent as I can almost hear the cogs turning as it clicks into place. "That was your first kiss?" I nod my head slowly.

Sam went quiet. The most silent I've ever seen someone go. I looked forward to see him turn around at the roundabout. "Wait what? What are we doing?" Sam shakes his head "I'm taking you home."

I sit myself up as I turn to look at him shocked "What? No." Sam looks at me "You really want do go on a date with me after that? You said yourself you were having second thoughts." Sam pulls the car over onto the street as he turns to face me. I shake my head vigorously. "No! Not about- I was just worried it would freak you out... but I do want this..." Sam looks at me for a couple moments. I bite my lip as I get an idea to show him how much I want this.

I unbuckle my seatbelt as Sam looks at me confused; his eyebrows furrowed. I climb over the car and sit myself in his lap gently grabbing his shoulders to steady myself. I've never been this close to someone, so intimately close to someone let alone him. I lift his face up so his eyes look into mine. I can see his cheeks burn furiously as he looks at me. I take his face in my hands as I lean in and whisper "I want to be with you."

I close the gap between us as he softly kisses back. He gently places his hands on my back. This kiss is different than the one before. I don't feel him taking any of my energy, there’s no tiredness, just the feeling of being with him.

After a couple of moments, I pull back gasping for air. We stare into each other’s eyes as he pushes a stray hair out of my face. "I'm going to make this the best date in your life."

I smile at him and laugh slightly. "I never doubted that for a second."

I spend the rest of the car journey silently thanking his nosey sons-of-bitches-brothers for bringing this up at the café.

#aomaris #sam anderson #seduce me #seduce me the otome #seducemeotome #sam incubus #matthew incubus #mika anderson #zaecaru #xreader #incubaes #seducemethedemonwar #seduce me the demon war

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bakugou-tm · 6 years ago

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Suit and Tie (Bakugou x Reader SongFic)

Inspired by Suit and Tie by Justin Timberlake & JAY Z (listen to before or while you read for better enjoyment!)

So I originally wrote and posted this as a Karma x Reader fic on my Quotev but then I realized the rivalry Karma and Asano have is kinda similar to Bakugou and Monoma so I switched a few things around and now there’s this soOoOOoo hope you enjoy ;)

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The night of the school dance. Tonight was supposed to be magical.

You had spent all day with your friends getting your hair and nails done at a fancy salon. You picked out a stunning dress months before the long awaited date. Everything was ready to go from head to toes, except for the person who was going to make your night special.

It wasn't that you didn't have a date, you had a staggering boyfriend who you've been dating all year now. The infamous ash blond who was otherwise known as, Katsuki Bakugou. The only problem was your relationship was practically banned from the school.

Technically the two of you treated your relationship as a secret, but it was no secret to the school. Everybody knew you couldn't keep your hands off each other, especially the boy who wanted you two apart the most. Neito Monoma.

Not only had he forbid you from dating the tempered boy because you were in Class 3-B and he didn't want his 'A Classness' to rub off on you, he also was totally against it because he too had feelings for you. How could he not?

You were like an angel sent from heaven. From those stunning crystal eyes, to your silk like skin, to those perfectly plump lips that revealed that jaw dropping smile of yours. You were always kind to everybody, and you stood up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. You were an angel sent from heaven, and nobody on this world deserved you according to Monoma.

Especially Katsuki Bakugou.

Of course you and Bakugou came to an agreement to just ignore the uptight boy and spend the night with each other, but due to Monoma’s constant pressure to the UA Staff, he was able to annoy convince them to arrange that the A Class sit at their own table in the across the gym while the B Class students had their own reserved tables on the other side.

Your seat unfortunately was placed next to Monoma’s, any attempt to move to the A Class table would result in Monoma making a huge scene which certainly couldn’t happen for the sake of the school dance.

So as your car arrived to the front gates of your school you let a disappointed sigh escape your lips. Your father was well aware of your situation, the past few days have only been a drag of you dreading this event especially after you gave him an hour long rant about the power hungry Monoma.

"I know it's a bummer you can't spend time with your boyfriend but you have to make the best out of it sweetheart.." Your father said softly, looking at you through the rearview mirror. Your (e/c) eyes glanced up to his sadly, a small bit of hope filling up inside you when you saw the thoughtfulness in his eyes, "Spend this night with your friends, you can always see him tomorrow after the dance."

Biting at your lower lip you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you nodded to him, "Y..You're right dad, thanks for the pep talk!"

Your father simply smiled, grabbing your wrist and placing a warm kiss on it before waving you goodbye as you exited the car.

He was right, you could spend a night without Bakugou right? You've done it before! It's just those nights weren't romantic dances that happen only once a year... but you just had to push it aside! You were not about to let your night be ruined by that uptight jerk. Tonight you are going to have fun with your friends.

Pushing forwards you walked with pep in your step down the long walkway to the school's doors. A few people were walking in besides you as the dance started five minutes ago. You were aware of all the eyes on you but you didn't mind at all, being the school's idol practically you were used to this sort of thing.

Honestly you knew how good you looked, and it felt amazing. The dress that adorned your skin was picked out along side your mother, the (f/c) fabric hugging at your curves just right. The dress was a one long sleeve style with flowers that accented the top and bottom of the dress. Your (f/c) nails played with the loose locks of hair that were pinned up in a delicate side bun as you carefully walked up the steps in your heels.

Tonight you felt beautiful, and you knew you looked beautiful. You'd be damned if your night was ruined by some stupid boy.

Just as you were about to push through the doors your actions were stopped when a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you to the side behind one of the large pillars of the entrance. Letting out a small shriek your eyes widened until you were met with mischievous vermillion eyes.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, your lips slowly curved into a smile as you trailed your hands around his waist and pulled him into a hug.

"Funny even in fucking heels you're barely as tall as me.”

In an instant your head whipped up to meet his own, your lips pinching together into that adorable pout he loved so much. "It's not my fault you're like a hundred feet tall you ape!"

Bakugou raised a brow at this, his lips curving into a smirk as he pulled away from your embrace, "Ape huh? That's a new one, Not too shitty though... it sounds rather kinky."

Now along with your pout your cheeks began to flush. The ash blond enjoyed the way you averted your gaze, clearly embarrassed as you always were with his quick quips. It was in this moment he was able to recognize your full beauty in the stunning outfit of yours. From the flowers, to the hair, just everything about it fit you so well.

"You know, you look pretty hot flower girl." Bakugou muttered, his hand suddenly cupping your chin and gently moving it up to face his own.

At his sudden compliment your cheeks began to warm once again, but this time instead of embarrassment you felt butterflies rush through your body as a warm smile danced across your lips.

"You don't look too bad yourself, you stud." You spoke softly, your eyes looking him up and down playfully as a chuckle escaped his lips, his arms bringing you back up against him as your faces neared.

"There's no need to compliment me princess," Bakugou purred against your lips, your body going into a drunken state just begging to smash your lips against his own, "I already know I look damn good."

All it took was one mere centimeter before the two of you shared a sweet kiss for the night, but even that was ruined when you heard a curt cough from beside the two of you. Quickly you jerked away, much to Bakugou’s disappointment, to see Monoma standing there with his arms folded. The glare in his powder blue eyes only intensified once they fell on the ash blond in front of you who glared just as intensely.

"Your classmates are waiting on you (L/n)." Monoma spoke cooly, your gaze lowering once his eyes flicked toward your own.

Seeing Monoma hold out his elbow as a gesture for you to take, you let out a sigh before wrapping your arm around his elbow, "I apologize for holding you guys up Monoma-kun."

The blond haired boy gave one last final glare to the fuming boy beside him before leading you towards the doors to the school.

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For hours you tried so hard to be optimistic. Just like your father said, you tried to hang out with your friends from the other classes but Monoma insisted you stay with him or your own classmates.

It wasn't that you didn't like your own classmates, it's just most of them tended to be uptight brats, the ones that weren’t were all hanging out with the other classes which you sadly couldn’t join. So you spent a remainder of the night in a chair, watching as all the other classes had fun on the dance floor.

Monoma offered to dance with you, but you refused for many reasons which you both were aware of.

"(L/n)-san, I'm heading to the punch table to get a drink and some snacks, would you like me to grab you anything?"

Raising your head up to the blond haired boy before you, your eyes moved back to the floor as you shook your head silently. With slight hesitation and an annoyed sigh, Monoma left you to yourself to go to the table. At least you knew you had a few minutes to himself while his minions flocked to the snobby boy. What a night this turned out to be for you...

Meanwhile, a particular ash blond was fuming on the other side of the gym. Even from the other side of gym Bakugou had a perfect view of you, and between you looking clearly unhappy and that blond haired prick not leaving you the hell alone, Bakugou was far from a good mood.

"Bro, you know (L/n) would never go to Monoma..." Kirishima said reassuringly beside him, the class aware to his obvious hatred towards the boy.

They each tried to cheer him up in their own ways, Midoriya even agreeing to let Bakugou harass him during the night, but it was no use. His gaze never left your form all night long.

"I don't think she's going to leave me for that shitty prick, but seeing her unhappy is pissing me off." Bakugou growled darkly, watching as he stood before you probably asking you to dance yet again.

Kirishima watched as well as Monoma began to walk away from you towards the punch table. Based on the amount of people that came to him, he assumed that the blond haired boy would be preoccupied for awhile. Or at least long enough for Bakugou to snatch you up before Monoma could say no.

"Maybe you should offer her a dance now?" Kirishima suggested, quickly opening his mouth before Bakugou could rebuttal the same excuse he said before, "I know you and (L/n) aren't supposed to be with each other but if you're both dancing in front of the entire school, there's no way Monoma would be able to make a scene without ruining his reputation."

Bakugou’s annoyed glare suddenly vanished at those words, his eyes glancing at your form before looking back to Kirishima. Smirk curling on his smooth lips, Bakugou stood up and shoved the redhead’s shoulder.

"That idea wasn’t half bad shitty hair."

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I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit Can I show you a few things?

The slow start to the song had you humming, recognizing the song as people began to get up and dance to the apparently requested song from a student. At least if you had to sit here all night you had good music to listen to right?

Lifting up the plastic cup from the table you took a small sip out of it before placing it down and turning back to the dance floor only to be met with a pair of legs.

Blinking owlishly you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend grinning down to you with his hand extended.

Quickly glancing back to the punch table to see Monoma occupied with people, you turned back to Bakugou with a worried expression, "K..Katsuki-kun I can't, if Monoma sees us..."

"When that bastard sees us it'll be too late," Bakugou cut off with a confident smirk as he re-offered his hand to you, "Do you trust me (S/o)?"

Biting at your lip nervously you quickly inhaled before placing your palm in his large calloused one, allowing him to tug you up onto your feet and lead you to the middle dance floor.

Wait a minute, you ready, JT?

Your eyes widened slightly when Bakugou mouthed those words to the song with a goofy grin causing you to burst into giggled before he tugged you up against him, dancing along to the quick beat.

I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking Going out so hot, just like an oven And I'll burn myself, but just had to touch it It's so fly and it's all mine, hey baby...

For a moment you were fairly shocked as Bakugou led you around the dance floor. You knew he was quick on his feet, a very agile fighter at that, but the way he moved with you was almost as if dancing was his second language.

Even with the quick beat of the song he simply carried you with it, all while his vermillion eyes remained on your own.

A small squeak left your lips when he dipped you down as the singer let out the long vowel before he whipped you back to him whispering, "It's all mine," along with the song.

You felt a slight blush reach your cheeks as you smiled bashfully, but it wasn't long before he carried away with his dancing once more.

And we don't mind all the watching, hi 'Cause if they study close, real close, they might learn something She ain't nothing but a little doozy when she does it She's so fly tonight

At this point it was painfully aware of the large group of eyes that were on the two of you, even the dancers around you gave the two of you some space forming almost a circle around the two of you.

Honestly you weren't sure if it was because you the Class B idol was dancing with the Class A hothead, or if it was because of the remarkable way you and Bakugou moved across the dance floor. You didn't even need to practice the dance before hand, the two of you were so incredibly in sync it was almost mesmerizing.

Bakugou didn't mind the new sets of eyes on the two of you, in fact he secretly loved it. You were exactly where you belonged and he was going to make sure the whole damn world knew who you belonged to, and who he belonged to.

And as long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight And you got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things

All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things

It was clear Bakugou was not only trying to make a statement to the crowd, but a statement to you. The way he whipped you around so intensely yet delicately had you completely entranced with him. Slowly began to shut out the rest of the world until it was just you, Bakugou, and the beat of the music.

The ash blond suddenly began to spin you around which you went along with, your dress flaring out beautifully along with your loose strands of hair before he tugged your arm, yanking your spinning back to rest flat against his body.

Both of your heavy pants were drowned out by the music. While you were completely entranced with the ash blond who was holding you tightly against him from behind, Bakugou’s eyes looked away from you only to smugly look at the blond haired boy who finally noticed the two of you dancing.

His powder blue eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Bakugou who only winked at the boy. Bakugou was only getting started.

Stop, let me get a good look at it Ooh so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty And oh shit so sick got a hit and picked up a habit That's alright, 'cause you're all mine

Chills ran up your spine as you felt Bakugou’s hands grip at the sides of your waist before slowly moving up your body along with the lyrics of the song. Grinning you made sure to sway your hips along with him, your movements in perfect harmony with the beat which only pleased Bakugou further.

Now with more space, Bakugou led your arm out and moved in quick steps with you towards the center of the dance floor before flinging his arm out sending you in a twirling loop out until both of your arms were extended. Once you regained your balance, you looked to him with a surprised look, your lips parted just slightly before you felt the tug of his arm sending you spiraling back into his warm embrace.

Ooh go on and show 'em who you call daddy I guess they're just mad 'cause girl, they wish they had it Ooh my killer, my "Thriller" yeah you're a classic And you're all mine tonight

Bakugou new exactly what the next lyrics were to come. Which is exactly why he had you pressed up against him for the very part. This would only be the cherry on top for that bastard blond haired mop.

Your movement's haulted against Bakugou as the music dazzled into a smoother moment, awaiting Bakugou’s next move until you felt his lips close against your ear, his warm breath just dancing against your skin as he whispered the very words of the song,

"Go on and show 'em who you call daddy."

At that moment, your body fell into shock as your entire face heated up intensely. You had to bite hard on your lip to not embarrass yourself any further from the suggestive words he spoke as he squeezed at your hips tightly.

While you remained clearly flustered in his arms, Bakugou kept his eyes on the now fuming boy amongst the crowd. His eyes were narrowed challengingly while his lips held his signature shit eating smirk with his canine teeth on full display.

For once in this feud with Monoma, Bakugou finally had the upper hand, and he was going to make sure he kept it.

All black at the white shows White shoes at the black shows Green card for the Cuban linx Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show Nothing exceeds like excess Stoute got gout from having the best of the best, is this what it's all about I'm at the rest-aurant with my rent, disturbing the guests Years of distress, tears on the dress Try to hide her face with some makeup sex uh This is truffle season Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason All Saints for my angel Alexander Wang too Ass-tight denim and some Dunks I'll show you how to do this young uh

With the sudden change in beat, your dance movements with Bakugou changed as well. Your smooth movements changed to sharp moves, all while remaining close to Bakugou.

As his hand wrapped around the curve of your waist in a diagnal line with you, the two of you began to walk in sink before he tugged you to a stop and you both faced each other.

"You trust me right?" Bakugou whispered quickly.

Breathlessly you nodded, and not even seconds later he lifted you up by the and spun you around to which you kicked your legs up before landing with his arm around your back. His eyes were slightly widened at your spontaneous move but he quickly grinned in response, slowly dipping you down to which you followed, your back bending slowly to the ground until your hair touched the floor.

Just at the right time, Bakugou snatched you back up till your faces were mere centimeters away before dragging you towards the other side of the floor

As long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight Baby got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things Show you a few things, about love

When the song finally came to an end, your chests collided with each other at the final trumpet of the song. You both heavily panted, everything slowing in that moment as you stared each other in the eyes.

You weren't sure if this was Bakugou’s way of telling you he didn't care about Monoma, or if he wanted to take the next step in the relationship. No matter what the reason was, you knew you'd be okay with it. As long as he was in the picture, you were okay with anything.

Suddenly your intense gazes were broke when the sound of clapping was heard from the crowd. Your eyes looked out to see most of the students cheering. Most of the roudiness was coming from the A Class, Bakugou’s classmates mostly whistling and hollering at him. Meanwhile a few of your friends cheered for you as well, mostly everyone clapping except for a few from your own class who stood behind Monoma in disgust.

Looking back to Bakugou you both tried to read each other's expressions before bursting into laugher, your faces coming together as you rested your foreheads against each other.

"I'm going to take it your classmates don't approve of us, do they princess?"

Letting out a sigh you bit at your lip before looking up to him, "Who cares."

Bakugou looked up at those words, slightly shocked until your smooth palm caressed his cheek and you smiled to him genuinely, "None of those petty classmates mean anything to me... you do."

The ash blond boy couldn't help but grin at this, his chest beating just a little bit faster at your words before he gripped the back of your head and smashed his lips up against yours.

The two of you didn't have a care in the world for the gasps or whispers, everything seemed to shut out except for the two of you in that very moment.

For now, it was you two against the world.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #song fic #suit and tie #enj oY #hey look I posted something

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