#first of all. ok chef

[cometconnector]

me when i remember that tommy made a little mirepoix for what i can only assume to be the dinner he ALSO wanted to make buck that night after they got back together

kicking my feet and crying and screaming. if anyone cares

[deus-ex-mona]

anyways! it’s herohei hours~~~~~~

[classicjdog]

CURSE MY FUCKING SHITARSE INTERNET I JUST WANT TO PLAY SOME FUCKING TEKKEN GAAAAHHHHHHHH

REINA IS SO FUCKING SICK AND I CAN'T PLAY HER AGAINST REAL PPL I'M STUCK FIGHTING THE STUPID AI FUCK

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt my dupes some more, and it's such a joy imagining them working together to try and invent new stuff for their needs with their limited resources, especially when it comes to the guys anywhere but the main colony where the only actual scientist lives lol

[rhyrhy]

Kiss the chef

[warnings]: chef! Abby, unserious, suggestive mentions, headcannons, wc 1k , part 2

Chef! Abby’s! first viral video was around a year ago. A simple clip of her making cacio e pepe. The video was beautifully shot, a warm coloring complementing the glossy dish. but what really got everyone’s attention?

The way her forearms tensed while she cracked fresh pepper. Veins showing themselves along her freckled skin. Comments often reading:

@ “ok but how do i get the pasta to look this good?”

@ “i have something to say but i want to go to college”

@ “ma’am, i’m trying to focus but your ARMS?????😣”

@ “looks SO good💕..and the food i guess”

Chef Abby! had always loved cooking, growing up in a kitchen with her dad, who ran The Cordova, one of downtown Washington’s finest restaurants. But she liked the no pressure vibe of TikTok—just her and her food. She decided she wouldn’t show her face much, if at all. Letting the small flex of her muscles when she kneaded dough into a floured surface be the main visual. While comments? They were only half focused on what she was making.

Naturally, her account gained traction. No face, no voice—just hands, muscles, and literal food porn. Every video felt like a Sunday afternoon in a kitchen. @buffandbasil, now sat at 2.5 million followers.

Chef Abby! tried to ignore the thirst in her comments. How could she? It was honestly a small ego boost, even if it was a bit over the top at times. Like the second pinned video on the top of her page—where all she was doing was making bread.

@ : “knead ME like that.”

@ : “both lips are smiling rn”

@: “need her to bake something in me, respectfully😇“

@: “we need to chill in the comments… *saves video*”

Chef Abby! wasn’t a huge fan of putting her face in her videos. However, the occasional face slip would happen. A quick shot of her golden hair in view or a reflection in a clean pan.

The third and final pinned video? The one sitting at a few million views and a comment section that out-ratioed it?

Her hair draped over a fitted black Henley shirt, the top button undone. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And when she reached up for something overhead in a cabinet? A small sliver of her torso—those abs?

Yeah. They lost it.

@ “niagara falls just relocated”

@ “MY CLOTHES, WHERE’D THEY GO!!?!”

@ “her strap drags, for sure. touches the floor.”

@^ “mind you, i would take it.😊”

@ ^^ “y’all are TOO freaked out 💀”

And trust—Chef Abby! loved it. Really. Laying in bed, straight cackling on FaceTime with her best friend Manny, sending him screenshots or full-blown screen sharing. She didn’t reply. Not really. But she absolutely posted a few videos after. No shirt, just her “Kiss the Chef” apron and vibes.

And the one time she did reply?

@: “Do you do weddings?”

@buffandbasil :“Yes, actually.”

Harmless, right? Simple. Straightforward. She had catered weddings before. Large events, alongside her father, but—

@: “As… the bride?”

She saw it exactly three minutes after posting her reply. And in those three minutes, her comment had already tripled in likes. The replies? A war zone.

@ “ANSWER THE QUESTION!”

@ “HELLO???????”

@ “bro air balled.”

@ “ok so u free next saturday or???”

She paid it no mind. Mostly. But sometimes, a few profiles caught her attention. She was human, after all. Chef Abby! had seen your likes. You didn’t know it yet.

For you? It was originally just another cringe or brain rot video being sent by your roommate, Dina. But when you clicked the video of @buffandbasil all laughter halted. Typing back—

You: “Dee, hear me out..😭”

Dina: “Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Lost the plot.”

Chef Abby! considered reciprocating the engagement but saw how many views you usually received on GRWMs and storytimes and decided on a more… exciting approach. Wanting to see if you’d bite.

No aesthetic instrumentals—this time, a voiceover. Her voice, soft, steady Tutorial style.

“So today, we’re making sourdough from scratch. You wanna make sure your starter is active, and then we’re gonna knead it—”

@: “OH SHE TALKS???”

@: “it’s all over the screen ngl 🌊”

@: “asmr videos when?”

@: “great now i have a crush on a faceless chef, thanks.”

@: “I’m ovulating rn please chill 💔����”

But the only comment she was looking for? Yours.

@ you: “Me next🫦!”

You typed it. And went to bed. She had so many comments—she probably wouldn’t even see it.

But as the sun poured through your curtains the next morning, your stomach flipped. A notification.

Followed by @buffandbasil. 2 hours ago.

Legs swinging the blankets off, then you were sprinting down the hall, launching yourself onto Dina’s bed like a feral animal let loose.

She groaned, blindly swatting at you. “Dude, what the—”

Without another word, you shoved your phone in her face. Dina squinted, blinked a few times, then—loud, cackling.

“Dee. This isn’t a ‘hear me out’ anymore—this is a hold me back.” You said, falling next to her dramatically, smiling.

Dina wheezed, shaking her head. “Nah. You are in the sunken place now, sister.”

[yeahxsurexokay13]

wrong guy, lando norris

summary: fans think yn is dating max, but they've got the wrong guy [bsf!reader]

been a min since i posted! honestly, these just take me way too long and i usually end up abandoning them because i start hating them halfway through from overthinking lol. hope you enjoy this one though (: xx

y/n.y/l 📍 Ibiza, Spain

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y/n.y/l we only argued 3 times, cried 2, and got lost 1 (personal record)

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user9 right so who argued? who cried? and most importantly whO IS THE SHADOW?

user14 can we talk about how u're LITERALLY glowing in that first pic? u look so happy, girl!!

user20 the vibes on this dump… rich people's holidays just hit different.

iamrebeccad ✓ Beautiful girl 😍

y/n.y/l 🫶🏼 miss youu!!

user4 “cried 2 times” is actually impressive ♥︎ by author

user55 lando and max just casually being brothers in the fourth pic 😩❤️

user81 that shot is just *chef’s kiss*!!!! Glad we can always count on this queen for hq content

user63 Okay so I’ve been staring at this shadow pic for like 10 minutes, and I can’t figure it out…

user33 my money’s on max bc that hug pic of them earlier too… feels very coupley.

user63 idk friends to lovers agenda thriving tho

user3 Max and Lando with the face masks are killing me 😂 ♥︎ by author

user6 max or lando? place your bets now. i’m team max but i’ll die on this hill if i'm wrong

user2 which you are, because it’s definitely Lando

user8 guys they’ve literally known each other since forever and go on these friends holidays all the time lmao this is just FRIENDSHIP GOALS. stop romanticising everything!!!

user24 then explain the head kiss?

user8 friendly head kisses???

user24 friendly kisses?? in this economy? be serious. that’s couple behaviour

user12 smells like a third wheel in here…

y/n.y/l sorry, that's just me. i am the third wheel🙋🏼‍♀️

user13 she really said 'stop shipping me with my best friends' lol

user44 max and lando with the face masks in the water might be my new favourite photo of all time

user16 ngl that's not bad statistics for a week long trip ♥︎ by author

user11 If it’s Max, I’ll cry. If it’s Lando, I’ll cry harder. If it’s neither, I don’t know what I’ll do.

user18 i’ve been following these three for years and i’m still trying to figure out if that last slide is supposed to be romantic or not….? HELP I AM SO CONFUSED

user22 what book is that? i need recommendations!!

y/n.y/l just for the summer!!! LOVED it x

user10 i can’t believe she was so chill about posting thAT LAST PIC!??!! miss y/l!!! SPILL NOW

maxfewtrell ✓ Why are you saying 'we'? Pretty sure you were the one who did all of those

landonorris ✓ classic move, shifting the blame

y/n.y/l @/landonorris @/maxfewtrell the getting lost part was definitely a team effort

user1 I need to go on a trip with friends like this ♥︎ by author

user5 being that close to lando AND max and surviving the friendship without catching feelings was too good to be true let's be honest

pietra.pilao 😍😍

y/n.y/l 💞💞

user7 so when’s the next ‘friends holiday'? asking for a friend (me)

15 August 2024

maxfewtrell ✓

Liked by landonorris, y/n.y/l and 98.982 others

maxfewtrell The real girlfriend reveal, for the record 🫡

👤 pietra.pilao

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user1 WAIT WHAT

user6 so it really wasn’t Y/n??

pietra.pilao ❤️❤️ ♥︎ by author

user4 omg she's the girl who commented on yn's holiday dump!!!

user3 We owe Max and his gf an apology 😭 She’s stunning, btw

user2 omg u two are so cuteeeeeeee! happy for u max :)

user5 your gf is so pretty 😭😭😭

y/n.y/l P!!!! 💕💕

y/n.y/l you two make a better couple than you and I ever would anyway 😂 ♥︎ by author

user9 WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THIS EARLIER?! we’ve been spiralling for WEEKS

user12 actually he's been saying it from the beginning. we just didn't want to listen 😂😂

user8 max: “here’s my gf. leave me out of y/n’s business”

user12 OK but pietra is STUNNING!! Max, you’ve been hiding her for how long?!

user7 the way he had to clarify this because of us is actually hilarious. sorry, Max.

user11 OMG I feel so dumb now we really had y/n in a whole relationship she wasn’t even in 😭

29 August 2024

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l outtakes from ai·bee·thuh

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user1 AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!?? MYSTERY SOLVED IG

user12 I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO MY FEED THIS YEAR I AM NOT EVEN JOKING

maxfewtrell ✓ So Lando gets the cute video and I get the passed out in the car pic? Playing favourites, I see. Noted.

user8 Max calling out Y/n for favoritism is peak sibling energy

user33 i can't believe we were full on shipping them not even a week ago omg

maxfewtrell ✓ Also, can everyone stop tagging me in that shadow pic now? Like, I’m good, it’s definitely not me 😅 ♥︎ by author

user11 pietra honestly deserves a medal for surviving this holiday with these three omg

user17 GUYS I WAS ALREADY PRETTY SHOCKED AT LANDO'S VIDEO BLOWING A KISS I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I HAD COMING

pietra.pilao Special week 🤍 ♥︎ by author

user81 the lift photo with the McDonald’s bag is so relatable. even on a fancy holiday, you gotta have your nuggets ♥︎ by author

user25 turns out Max wasn't lying when he said y/n wasn’t his headache... lando’s the lucky one 😂

user10 and y/n and pietra? they do ✨besties ✨ better than anyone ♥︎ by author

user19 can we get a ‘whoops, my bad’ from the ppl who saw them in Ibiza and STILL missed the fact that Pietra was there?

user2 they literally had a front row seat to the full gossip and still didn’t catch on !!!!! like hELLO? u had one job

user14 THE SOFT LAUNCH TURNED INTO A HARD LAUNCH REAL QUICK I AM SHOOK

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ Ahhh loveeee 🩷🩷 ♥︎ by author

user26 both boys punching above their weight fr. i said what i said.

francisca.cgomes ✓ ❤️❤️😍 ♥︎ by author

user16 The way Max is sleeping in that last pic has me wheezing ♥︎ by author

user3 lando is literally holding y/n like he’s never letting her go boy is WHIPPED

user29 WE'RE GOING TO SEE "LANDO NORRIS' PARTNER" UNDER YN'S NAME NOW WHEN SHE WATCHES FROM THE GARAGE what a time to be alive

user7 not the way y/n is casually posting a McDonald’s bag in a robe and THEN dropping the most beautiful couple pic with lando

user5 waIT SO THE BOY KISSING HER HEAD IN THE SHADOW PIC WAS LANDO??? WE WERE ALL WRONG. I NEED TO LIE DOWN.

maxfewtrell you know, it truly baffles me how this was barely even considered

y/n.y/l no one believed in me enough to be able to pull f1 race winner lando norris. humbling.

user20 YN I - 😭😭😭😭💀💀

user38 it was a couple’s holiday the whole time 😭😭 I need a moment to recover

user9 this fandom’s clownery knows no bounds istg.........

user21 not me crying over the hard launch of the year when I was just admiring Max’s sleeping face 5 seconds ago

user24 Ibiza really gave us everything: friendship goals, couple goals, and max in a food coma

user18 IT WAS LANDO KISSING HER HEAD. I feel so betrayed by my own theories and also pretty disappointed in myself i couldn't tell it was his shadow

landonorris ✓ I see you saved the best for last 🖤

y/n.y/l ☺️☺️

y/n.y/l omg guys i wasn’t being dry i just don’t know what else to say with all you watching 😭😭

1 September 2024

[mossangelll]

So hear me out….pregnant reader with Sevika’s kid. Sevika doting on reader. Bring home a weird craving reader has been having and talking to the baby telling them how excited she is to finally meet them.

I need fluff, I need pregnancy, I need it to be hers naturally.

Thank yooooooooou!

this is so cute i loved writing it! i just know sevika would be a great parent ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

sevika x pregnant reader headcanons

cw: pregnancy, slight innuendos, mentions of violence, veryyyy slight angst at the start

sevika never saw herself being a parent; not because she doesn’t like kids, it’s the complete opposite - she adores them

she felt it was selfish to want to bring a child into a fucked up world like zaun, full of hardship and uncertain futures

but then one night you tearfully turn to sevika in bed and her mind immediately goes into overdrive, are you hurt? is someone threatening you?

“sevika…i’m pregnant.”

you’re both sent into a still silence, unable to see each other but somehow feeling each other’s shock that much more

you’re worried that she’s upset or even mad at you, you know how she feels about having kids, until she’s gripping onto you with all her might, body shuddering from the force of her tears

sevika spoons you to sleep but she can’t fall asleep since her mind is racing about what this means for the future

she is overjoyed to say the least, albeit worried

from that moment on she dotes on you even more than she ever did, saying she needs to “look after my two favourite people.”

she rarely enjoyed pda but now you’re pregnant with her child, she can’t keep her hands off you - she needs to let everyone know that she’s completely smitten with you and the baby

sevika is constantly rubbing her hands on your baby bump wherever you go - just the sight of you and the baby calms her down

however she’ll only talk to the baby when you’re at home all safe and sound because this is when she admits her innermost fears

you stroke her soft hair as she whispers to the bump about how she’s scared she won’t be able to protect you both; after all, sevika works for the biggest crime lord in zaun and a child only provides more ammunition for enemies to utilise

sevika is also concerned about not being a good enough parent to the child but when you look at her building a crib from scratch, concentration furrowing her dark brows, with buckets of paint surrounding her from all the swatches you requested, you know that her worries couldn’t be further from the truth

every morning and every night, without fail, she kisses your forehead and baby bump as she rambles to you both about how excited she is for the completion of your little family

she dotes on you so much!

if you have a weird craving like pickle juice with sparkling water she’s forcing chuck to drop all his orders and make yours stat

if you’re craving some obscure dish that really shouldn’t exist sevika isn’t even going to question it

she’s in the kitchen whipping it up for you as you’re sat on the counter, humming as she prepares your meal

she does that thing where she puts the plate just in your reach but yanks it back again, laughing at how petulant you get

“what, you’re not gonna kiss the chef first?”

she gives it to you eventually, she could never make you wait for too long, and watches on with a goofy little smile and your lipstick marks all over her face as you contentedly eat the downright atrocious meal she made with love

sevika is always with you; call her overprotective or clingy she doesn’t care, she just doesn’t want to risk anybody hurting you or the baby

you basically get scary dog privileges everywhere you go

if your pregnancy hormones say the annoying store clerk that spoke to you in a condescending tone needs to die then sevika is on it right away

ok not really, she talks you down from your moments of bloodlust but she will deal with anyone that is rude to you

“you think i’m gonna let you get away with being an asshole to my dove, huh?”

lowkey shocked (and equal parts turned on) at how cranky your raging hormones make you 😭

sevika is incredibly attracted to you and your changing body even though you get insecure that she won’t like you anymore because of it

she takes her precious time every day just kissing the new stretch marks that appear and massaging your swollen ankles

you spend your date nights talking about baby names and you two even draw what you think the baby will look like

her drawing mainly consists of your features

your drawing mainly consists of her features

you two are so down bad for each other it’s sickening

silco has to force sevika to take more time off; she’s loyal and deserves to have more downtime with you as you prepare for your baby

he understands what it’s like to have a kid, how stressful it can be so he wants his dearest friend to enjoy the moment as much as possible

speaking of silco, he helps sevika host a surprise baby shower at the last drop and an insane amount of people turn up

you cry when you realise how loved and respected you are in the community

everyone is having the time of their lives playing games like blind diaper changing, who knows mum/dad the best, guess the baby, etc.

no gender reveal though she’s traditional in that regard and wants to wait until the baby’s born to find out

jinx is also very excited about the new arrival in the family

yes, she considers you and sevika to be part of her family and it’s very cute

she gets to be an auntie!

jinx spends all her free time making all sorts of toys out of softer materials because she’s considerate (also sevika warned her not to use scrap metal, or implement sharp edges, or even add teeny tiny smoke bombs - jinx scrapped all of her designs and had to start from scratch), for your baby with her signature graffiti of course

her and sevika probably work together to make some of the furniture for the baby’s room

sevika is very proud when people ask to feel bump

“yeah, this is our kid.” smug grin plastered onto her face and a strong arm wrapped around your midsection

you can’t help but roll your eyes when she does this because at this point who doesn’t know it’s your kid - she spends all day talking about it 😭

all in all sevika is honestly the best mother and wife you could ask for <3

masterlist

[puptrefied]

Hi! Do you take requests?

If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:

"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandra…finding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"

of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal 🙏

If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)

　let's start by saying caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.

sure, receiving it feels good—but what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ♡ ugh chef's kiss.

( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )

it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.

your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.

she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a little—don't mind it.

“should I continue?” cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy ‘yes, please’.

oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.

the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.

legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.

if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ๋࣭⭑ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongue’s already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm you…yet.

she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.

she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.

the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.

“caitlyn.”

of course it had to be her mother out of all people.

cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!

“It is 3 am; please take your… friend out of here.” a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguing—none really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.

“just keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?” the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.

she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.

masterlist

[cheftsunoda]

queen, do you have a masterlist? if not, please i beg. 😭

anything for you my babies-- requests are always open. thank y'all for all the love!

cheftsunoda’s masterlist 

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series

beauty and brains (ln4 x leclerc reader)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

secrets are no fun (unless shared with everyone) (mv1 x hamilton reader)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

heal your heart (cl16 x sainz reader)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

individual stories/requests!

mv1

chefs kiss

op81

my boyfriend's pretty cool but not as cool as me

reckless (ln4 ex reader x op)

miss misunderstood

shoot your shot

bad influence

ln4

no i'm not in love

novacane

nine lives

not on my watch

ih6

wait, what?

dnf (do not fall) (in love)

ob87

young, dumb & in love

paddock princess

soft spot

lh44

high fashion

movie star

smitten

ka12

no distractions

he put me first pt 1

he put me first pt 2

it's maggie's world, we just live in it

fairy godmother max

cl16

finally

aa23

leaked

f1 poly!

charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

conflict of interest

too late

you belong

pierre gasly x reader x kika gomes

healing hands

lando norris x reader x oscar piastri

three’s a crowd…until it’s not

just keep watching

alex albon x reader x lily muni he

wag x 3 ?

pierre gasly x reader x yuki tsunoda

haute and bothered

mick schumacher x reader x jack doohan

unconventional

charles leclerc x reader x lewis hamilton

forza ferrari

carlos sainz x reader x rebecca donaldson

its ok im ok

redesigned

oscar piastri x reader x lily zneimer

lily, the ultimate wag

george russell x reader x alex albon

about time

max verstappen x reader x kelly piquet

hearts don't always break in two

lando norris x reader x magui corceiro

complicated

george russell x reader x carmen mundt

crush

oscar piastri x reader x isack hadjar

mentor or more?

toto wolff x reader x susie wolff

finders keepers

esteban ocon x reader x mick schumacher

estie bestie? no. estie boyfie.

wag x reader

alexandra saint mleux x reader

mrs. hamilton

lily zneimer x reader

ivy

[thebearer]

making the bed |carmen berzatto x reader| part one

prompt: carmen's stressed. food critics, a newborn baby, balancing work life and married life and now dad life; he's bound to break, everyone knows it. but no one ever thought he'd lash out on you.

or, part one of the devastation fic. based off this ask from the other day. two more parts to come.

contains: mega angst. mega angst, with no resolution in this part. hurt, no comfort (in this chapter, will be later in part 3). mean!carmen, very mean. mom!reader x dad!carmen with newborn teddy. fighting, language, carmen says mean stuff he doesn't mean. past mentions of trauma, family trauma, mikey mentioned. very angsty and a little heavy, please read at your own discretion. word count- 3.5k+.

"Are you ok?"

Carmen now understood why that phrase used to send Donna into such a blind rage, lips pursing and jaw clenching more and more every time he heard it. First at work, then with you, it felt never ending.

It was beginning to feel like critic season with how many were coming in, snooty and demanding to be impressed. It couldn't have come at a worst time, right in the middle of busy season with the start of the holidays. Days at The Bear were filled with frantic panic, running around, making sure everything was perfect, accounted for, and Carmen always had the sinking feeling it wasn't- that he'd forgotten something, messed something up. 

It wasn't rare for him to work himself up like this, a normal that you always warned him about, but he'd always had a solitude. As long as he'd known you, he'd had a place to go, to unwind, to let himself rest and reset with you. And he still did, it was just shared now with a newborn.

Dorothea Michelle. Teddy, for short. The light of his life, yours too. Nearly two months old with a set of lungs that sounded much louder, much more developed than that. Nights were long, sleepless, spent trying to lull Teddy back to sleep, awake even if he wasn't up with her. Carmen couldn't allow himself the selfishness to relax, to rewind, to "take it easy" like everyone told him to. At work, he was the boss; at home, he was a dad.

"Fuck, fuck," Carmen's sleepy stare was broken by a lick of bubbling heat, the lamb's roux popping with the high heat, splashing all over Carmen's chef whites.

"Jeff, c'mon," Tina clicked, shaking her head, moving the pan to lower heat. "What're you doin'?"

Carmen grit his teeth, snatching a rag off the stainless steel counter tops, scrubbing the burgundy stain, huffing when it only spread the stain.

"What happened?" Sydney turned, looking from the burnt sauce to Carmen's stained chef shirt. "Oh,"

"Do we have a spare coat?" Carmen huffed, throwing the rag down with a firm smack against the counter.

"I don't think so, Carm." Sydney shook her head. "You took the last ones home with you two days ago. The wine-"

"-I know, Chef, I know." Carmen snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I-I can't fuckin' serve the critics lookin' like this. With shit all over me- fuck."

"Hey, easy, easy," Richie turned the corner, his hands held up. "What's goin' on?"

"Jeff got sauce over him. He doesn't have any clean clothes." Tina muttered, irritated that she had to fix his mess, more irritated that he wasn't taking care of himself. You have a baby, Jeff, you need to rest and take some time, she'd told him. Carmen only waved her off.

"Okay, okay, hey, that's no problem." Richie's voice raised, lifting over Carmen's. "You go home and change, get your spare, check on my beautiful goddaughter, and then come back with your A game. Yes?"

Carmen didn't even humor him with a snarky remark, yanking his coat off and stomping towards the office to grab his things. Richie and Tina looked at each other, shaking their head gently.

"Kids runnin' thin, T." Richie muttered with a sigh. "He's gonna break. It's gonna be bad."

"Yeah, he is. Gonna wear himself out before then." Tina shook her head. "Jeff needs a vacation." They both jumped at the slamming of the backdoor, Carmen's angry exit shaking the foundation.

"Needs to be fuckin' medicated. Fuckin' lunatic." Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes at Carmen's dramatics.

The drive home was filled with silence, Carmen's iron grip on the wheel, tearing through the traffic towards the house- his house, his home. 

Home, but it didn't provide the same comfort that it usually did. Carmen's shoulders still stayed tense, buzzing with rage, not dissipating when he thought of you, or of Teddy, knowing you'd both be there, excited to see him. 

You jumped at the sound of the car door slamming, peeking out the window to see Carmen's parked next to yours, furiously stomping up the front steps. You frowned, grabbing the baby monitor, walking towards the front door.

Carmen nearly hit you with how fiercely he flung the door open. "Woah," You reached for the door, stopping it before he could flick it shut. "Carm, don't slam it. Teddy's asleep. I just got her down." You frowned at him, shutting it slowly.

Carmen looked at you but didn't speak, looking through you with a rage that had your spine tingling before he finally broke his gaze, stomping towards the laundry room. "Carm? What’re you doing home? Don’t you have dinner soon?" You hesitated slightly, lingering in the doorway with an uncertainty you hadn’t felt with Carmen before. 

Carmen didn’t answer, his jaw still ground tight while he rummaged through the clean clothes, carelessly unfolding and shifting the folded clothes.

"Carmen," You said more firmly, caching his gaze. He didn't speak still, just stared at you- through you. "Are you ok?" You lifted a brow, features softening in worry.

Carmen paused, eyes closing, shoulders tensing in agitation. Are you ok? His ears rang, a familiar rage that he hadn't felt in years bubbling up deep in his chest. Frustrated and blinding and rampant, heat rushing through his veins, pulling himself further and further from reality into someplace different- someplace darker in his mind. 

"What's wrong?" You pressed, he could barely hear it, ears ringing at your question. "Did something happen? Did the critic come-"

"-Where's my chef whites?" Carmen barked, cutting you off, his chest tightening more and more with every heavy heave of his chest. You flinched at his tone.

"Uh, I-I haven't seen the whites. I washed your white tee-"

“-You what? Y-You what?” Carmen spat, eye widening with a wild, raged glint in his eye. Your stomach flipped and fell with fear, stepping back instinctively. 

“I-I washed your tee, Carm, that’s all that you left in the laundry basket-” 

"-Are you fucking kidding me?" Carmen boomed, his head spinning, body buzzing with rage. Your breath hitched, frozen in fear at the anger in his tone, the roar of his voice bouncing off the walls, echoing through your ears in a painful drum. 

Carmen moved, snatching the dirty clothes basket, dumping it into the ground with a shake until the dirty chef coat fell on top. He gripped the basket, flinging it across the room with a hard throw. The final push to his bad mood that sent him right over the edge, crashing into a pit of blinding fury, aggravation, breaking him from the inside out.

"Fuck!" Carmen roared, his voice shaking the walls, your breath leaving your lungs in a trembling exhale of fear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is- This is- Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” 

You tensed in shock, gripping the baby monitor in fear, maybe surprise, as it started to buzz to life with Teddy's startled whimpers. Her small cries pulled you out of your frozen state, something deeper than fear replacing the ache in your stomach. 

"Carmen-" You gaped, voice wobbling with uncertainty, taking slow shuffled steps towards the stairs. “Carmen, calm-calm down. Ok? Calm down.” 

“Calm down? You want me to fuckin’ calm down?” Carmen sneered, an angry red flush blossoming in splotchy deep hues up his neck, towards his cheeks. “You don’t do shit, nothin’ that I fuckin’ ask for! Just sit around all fuckin’ day an-and I’m supposed to calm down?” 

“Carmen,” Your voice wobbled, throat tight with tears, hurt and fear strangling your words. “I-You didn’t ask me to wash them. I-I didn’t know. They weren’t in the hamper-” 

“-I shouldn’t have to ask you to wash them!” Carmen roared, eyes so wide you thought they might pop right out of his head, neck vein protruding on exemplifying his rage. “You know what I’m going through! You know how much fuckin’ stress I’m under! I go to that-that shit hole, an-and work my fuckin’ ass off so you don’t have to! Then I come home, and I-I can’t even get a second of peace!” 

“Stop,” You hiss, finally regaining your composure, his words fully sinking into you  now, feeling the full effect of them. “I-I just had a baby. I’m still on maternity leave taking care of a baby- our baby, and I’m tired too. But I’m not yelling at you-” 

“-Oh, right. Right.” Carmen laughs sarcastically, humorless as he runs his hand down his face. It felt mocking, left you feeling small and too vulnerable for your liking. “Because in between your napping an-and feeding, you couldn’t stick a fucking jacket in the wash, right? You’re so busy.”  

“What is wrong with you?” You snap, hoping he can’t hear the tears in your voice, the way your voice shakes with emotion. 

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?” Carmen scoffs, throwing his hands out. “I get no fuckin' sleep, go work my fuckin' ass off, a-and then I come home so I can go back and work my ass off some more, and-and you can’t do one simple fuckin’ thing? You can’t help me out? And then you wanna know what’s wrong with me? When you sit on your ass all fuckin’ day-” 

Teddy’s piercing wail pulls you out of your shocked trance, nose and throat burning with hurt filled tears you refuse to shed. Instead, you turn, climbing the stairs on shaky legs, the sound of Teddy’s cries growing louder and louder. Anchovy watches you from the top of the stairs, sensing the tension, your upset, sliding against your leg as if to comfort you. 

Carmen scoffs, hands buzzing and trembling with rage, the ringing in his ears growing louder and louder with each of your footsteps on the stairs and down the hall. He can barely hear Teddy’s sobs, hands threading through his hair, pulling at his scalp. He sees you walk towards the bedroom, quickly, hugging Teddy to your chest. 

“Oh, don’t go fuckin’ do it now!” Carmen roared, your ignoring him only infuriating him further. “It won’t be ready in time now. I’ll just look like a fuckin’ idiot for the critic tonight! Not that you care! Why would you, huh? I-I mean just our livelihood, just our fuckin’ income!” 

You swallowed back your tears, head tilting towards the ceiling, hands shaking with every shove of your things into the overnight bag. Just enough to get you through the night, the next day. A few essentials, Teddy’s spare onesies, a charger, your wallet- you stopped mid-shove of your items into the weekender bag, the sun’s rays catching in your wedding ring. Your heart fell, more and more, you weren’t sure how that was even possible. 

Carmen’s furious voice was still booming from downstairs, ringing and shaking in his furious fit. Richie and Sugar both warned you about Carmen’s tantrums, brought them up to embarrass him, tease him about it until he was red faced and hissing hushed threats at them. You never, never in your wildest dreams thought you’d be on the receiving end of one. 

You jumped, another slam of something Carmen had thrown, maybe hit in a fit of rage, causing Teddy to wail louder, Anchovy skittering nervously away. Tears leaked out of your eyes, twisting the ring off your finger, setting it on Carmen’s bedside table. Pulling the carrier out of the closet, Anchovy got in much easier than usual, which you were thankful for. 

Carmen was gripping the marble of the countertop when he heard you again, walking from the bottom of the stairs, quick steps towards the door to the garage, Teddy’s voice nearly hoarse from her crying. You kept your head high, tunnel-visioned towards your car, ignoring his heavy breathing and frantic pacing. 

“Wha-What are you doin’?” Carmen’s voice was softer now, still with a jagged edge that was cutting and harsh. The car door opened, the baby carrier hooked into the car seat. 

“Hey, wha- what are you- where’re you goin’? What’re you doin’?” Carmen’s heart dropped in a damning rush of hour, stumbling on heavy legs towards the garage. You ignored him, shushing Teddy gently, running a calming hand over her wet cheek, trying to coax her paci into her mouth. 

“Baby, no-no, no. Hey, no, I-I- What-” Carmen’s chest felt tight, mind numbing and racing, stuttering nervously. You reached for your bag, his hand reaching to grab the strap. “Whe-Where’re you-”

“-Don’t touch me.” You hissed, teeth bared, eyes shining with tears. Carmen flinched, pulling his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” You sneered, pinning him with a watery glare that had his stomach turning in sickening fear. 

“Baby, hey, w-wait-C’mon, d-don’t-You don’t, you don’t need to do this, ok? I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Carmen choked out the words, frantic and unsure, his hands shaking when they ghosted over you back just for a moment. Wanting to touch you, to hold you, to grab you and keep you from leaving, but too scared to. Instead, he grabbed the car door you flung open, holding it when you tried to yank it closed. 

“Let go.” You hissed, sniffling back wet, snotty tears of fury and hurt. 

“Please, don’t-do-don’t do this. Please, baby, I-I’m sorry.” Carmen begged, blue eyes deepening with the burning red hues of tears, bloodshot and lashes wet. “Don’t-Don’t do this-” 

“-I didn’t do this.” You sneered, leaving Carmen flinching at your words. “Don’t you dare try to say this was me. After how you just talked to me? The shit you said to me in there? You think I’m going to stay?” Your voice cracked with emotion, lips pressing together to keep a cry in. 

“No, no, no, no, no, baby, please. Please, ju-just come inside. Come inside, please? Please, don’t-” 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. To say that kinda stuff to me. That hurt, Carmen. That was mean.” You glared at him, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. “I don’t care if you’re stressed. I don’t care what’s going on- nothing, and I mean nothing, warrants you talking to me like that. Just because you fucked up, because you forgot to ask me to do it, because you’re stressed out- I don’t care what it is. You don’t talk to me like that, say those things when I’ve been home all day taking care of my ch- our child.” You nod back towards the sniffling baby, whimpering and crying half heartedly, her little eyelids drooping with sleep that was interrupted. 

Carmen felt sick, his knees tightening in fear, he was sure they might give out, that he might fall to the ground right there. Looking at the tiny baby, lip jutted and shaking in the mirror hooked on the back of the seat, then back at you, eyes red-rimmed and glaring at him with a hurt filled anger. 

“Don’t-” Carmen’s chest shook, a white-knuckled grip on the door. 

Your own hand curled around the door’s inner handle, yanking it away from him. “Move,” You hissed, pulling again. 

Carmen wasn’t sure why he let it go, why he let you shut it, locking the door in case he tried to open it again. Why he let you pull out of the driveway, why he didn’t stop you, why he didn’t run after you, only taking soft shuffles down the drive like a zombie as you drove away. Standing in the drive, Carmen swallowed down the spit that pooled in his mouth, stomach churning, sure he was going to be sick. 

He managed to trudge back to the garage, mind racing and far away, the ringing in his ears dulling but still deafening. It felt like he was in a dream- a nightmare, a hallucinating trance that felt like a sick, sick dream- Carmen was hoping it was. That he’d wake up and find you next to him asleep. That he could hug you, pull you into him, nose buried in your neck, still warm from your slumber. 

As the sun began to sink low into the sky, minutes turning into hours that Carmen sat motionless in the garage, staring in a trancelike state, he realized that this wasn’t a dream or a nightmare. No this was his reality, a horrific reality that he’d made into his own. Carmen sat, eyes trained on the concrete of the garage, voice racing and blending in his mind- his words, yours, Teddy’s cries, Natalie and Richie’s, flashbacks of his mother screaming fits. 

He didn’t move, frozen in chilling, eerie fear. What ifs and terrifying possible scenarios, consequences to his own actions that left him feeling sick, hands trembling. A spiraling of fears that only drug him deeper and deeper with every haunting replay of his outburst. Even the flashing of headlights turning into the driveway, filling the garage with light, didn’t pull him from his trance. 

“The fuck is he- Cousin!” Richie roared, laying on the horn. Carmen didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge that he heard it, only stared. Richie frowned, turning the car off, throwing the door open. 

“Cousin? Carm? What-What are you doin’? Dinner service started an hour ago. Syd is freakin’ the fuck out.” Richie threw his hands up, walking towards the man who still didn’t move. Richie’s heart skipped, flashbacks of Mikey flooding into his vision, parallels of the two brothers blurring before him. 

“Yo, Carm, you-you good?” Richie stepped into the garage, his spine tingling with icy fear. It was quiet, an eerie, unsettling quiet. “Cousin, hey, what-what’s wrong?” 

Carmen's chest rose and fell, tighter and tighter. He was suffocating, head spinning and mind racing so fast he felt light headed. He could barely hear Richie’s voice over the noise in his head, Richie’s hand shaking his shoulder finally breaking his trance enough to meet his eyes, rounded in fear filled question. 

“Carmen, what’s wrong? Is it- Don’t fuckin’ tell me it’s the baby. What the fuck is goin’ on-” 

“-She left.” Carmen’s voice shook, raspy and scared. His tongue still felt too thick, head still spinning. He wasn’t even sure he said it, Richie’s widening eyes the only thing confirming that he had said it. 

“What? Who-Who left? Who?” Richie looked around, like the clues might be there, sure that Carmen wasn’t talking about you. No, he wouldn’t- he couldn’t. Not you. 

Carmen’s breath hitched, a strangling of a sob caught in his throat, running his hand over his face. Richie didn’t miss the way it trembled, shaking even as it rested over his eyes. Your car was gone, the house too quiet, no baby Teddy crying, nothing but silence was left. 

Richie’s heartbeat crawled into a rapid, scared pace. “Why? Wh-Why would she-” Richie looked at Carmen, eyes wide but still, reading his expression. “No. No, Cousin, no. What-What did you do? Carmen,” Richie grabbed both his shoulders, shaking him lightly until he met his gaze. “What did you do?” 

Carmen’s face began to crack, behind his eyes, Richie could see flashbacks of something- something he didn’t know what, but whatever it was, it was painful. That was evident by the fear that glossed over Carmen’s eyes, realization and horror. Carmen’s shoulders shook, frame rocking with a sob he tried to swallow, but couldn’t. Deep cries, guttural sobs breaking out of his frame, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes, fingers curled and clenched around his greasy curls in agony. 

The damning realization flooded over him, that you’d left. 

You’d left, you’d taken Teddy, taken Anchovy- you’d left because he’d driven you away. His angry outburst, petulant, mean, hurtful- he’d been so cruel to you. You. His wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, the one person who loved him endlessly without stipulations or boundaries, the one person who truly understood him. 

And he’d driven you away. 

He wished he could blame his mom, his dad, his family for fucking him up so severely, maybe Mikey, even, for leaving him the shit show that was the restaurant, making his anxieties worse and fuse shorter. But sitting in the empty garage, Richie standing above him in silent shock, his sobs and angry sniffles echoing off the cement floor, Carmen knew he had no one to blame but himself. 

He’d fucked up. Really fucked up. Fucked up in a way that made all the other times look obsolete. 

Carmen had fucked up, and for once, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t avoid it, ignore it, deflect it like other times. Half hearted apologies and promises of change wouldn’t work, you weren’t here for him to even try to give them to you, and he didn’t know where you went. 

Carmen wasn’t sure where you went, how to fix this, why he’d done what he did, and a million other things that raced through his mind. What he did know, sitting in the too quiet garage, chest stuttering with heaving cries, was that he’d do anything. 

Anything, to get you back home. To make it right. To fix this and make it up to you. 

He wasn’t sure how, but he’d give up everything. Anything. His restaurant, his dreams, his hopes, his life, at this point, to make it up to you. 

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people be wondering why there's no appearance from hades in any of the sagas, especially the underworld saga (even if he wasn't in the odyssey itself) i have a theory!

spoilers for vengeance saga and future ithaca saga!

do you not understand how busy that poor guy/god is during odysseus' terrible, horrible, no good, bad journey home™

first he has 7 freshly made pancakes men (14 if you count the club smash noises in survive, but we'll go with 7 for this) sent by chef polyphemus, appearing one after the other.

not long after that, you have 550 very soaked (drowned) men pop through in the blink of an eye, no thanks to his younger brother, mr ruthlessness himself, poseidon.

then while he's still counting/organising the paperwork for them, a young man appears, who happens to be very drunk (talking about pig men?)

not long after that, somehow a warship filled with mortal men breaks into the underworld, ALL ALIVE, and the (king? leader? captain? he's not too sure at this point) starts singing outside his front door about becoming a monster????? but before he can sic cerberus on them, they leave on their own

finally he thinks he has a break when 6 men holding torches (are some missing limbs?!?) have now joined the party down under (granted they're all in no mood to party, they weren't expecting to become snacks for a sea monster)

and just as quick as they'd arrived, in a flash (just like the snap of lightning that took them out) 36 crispy/fried men (gods damn it zeus) appear, weapons drawn like they were about to attack someone (how does that one guy at the front swing such a big sword?)

at this point hades is wondering what the fuck is happening upstairs, because ain't no way these 600 men are all from the same fleet/island under one guy's command (turns out the captain's name is odysseus)

he thinks his prayers are answered because he has had peace for 7 years, just the normal flow of souls into the underworld- (wait whats that chanting)

suddenly those previous 600 souls are flying their way outta the underworld (he didn't know they could do that) while singing "six hundred men! (six hundred)" on repeat

they return though (thank the gods, he didn't need to go soul hunting) and once again he thinks everything will be calm

(he also found out from zeus, that their brother got his godly-ass handed to him by that MORTAL odysseus! WHO USED HIS OWN WEAPON AGAINST HIM (something to help make him laugh over spring & summer and while he waits for his beautiful persephone to return home))

he finally thinks his time with odysseus and the souls that come from him/being around him is over. when in minutes of each other, the souls of 108 men appear, all killed in gruesome ways. then they tell him that they were killed by beggar who then revealed himself as king odysseus, from trying to marry his wife and take over his kingdom (ok very understandable murder then)

at this point hades doesn't know whether he's excited for, or dreading the day he actually meets odysseus in the distant future (yes distant, i don't care about/ don't accept the telegony. let the poor man enjoy the rest of his life with his son and wife!!!)

but yeah, understandable why you don't hear from him throughout the sagas

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꩜summary: lando comes home from Monza and something changes between you two

꩜pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader

Monza. Not exactly what he wanted. The whole weekend felt like a blip in his capabilities, in his team, in him. He was excited to get home, even if it was just for two days before he was off again. 

You were the last thing he expected to see in his apartment. And you were cooking. In his kitchen. 

“Hello…?” he spoke, finally catching your attention. 

“Hi,” you smiled back, cautious, but kind. He took another step inside. “Your weekend seemed shitty so I thought I’d… drop by. If that’s ok.”

“That’s fine,” his mouth worked before his brain and it rushed out. Fuck, he sounded desperate. “I mean- yeah. That’s totally cool with me.” 

“Cool,” you smiled. There was a lull for a moment. He went into his bedroom to empty his suitcase, you stayed cooking in the kitchen. There was something so… domestic about it all. So regular. Like this could really be your life. You pushed the thoughts away as he walked back out in a pair of shorts and a hoodie, looking over your shoulder.

“What are you making?” 

“Pasta alla vodka,” you explained. “Want to help?”

He shrugged and pulled his sleeves up. “What do I do, chef?” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, but there was an undeniable smile on your lips. 

“Just cut up the onions, if you don’t mind,” you instructed and turned your attention back to the pot in front of you. He followed your instructions, and handed them over as his eyes clouded with unshed tears. “Crying already, Norris?” you teased and he chuckled, washing his hands as the tears fell.

“Fuck off,” he shot back, but there was no venom behind it. “You gave me the hard job.”

“I’d hardly call cutting onions hard,” you scoffed.

“You’ve only been stirring the pot!” he shrieked. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s an important job,” you shooed him away, giggling. He stopped in his tracks. He watched you. The curve of your nose. The way you were still smiling. Your effortless beauty made his heart beat quicker. You turned your head and caught him looking. “What?” you chuckled. 

He didn’t know what to say. “Why did you come here?” he asked, his mouth working quicker than his brain. 

Your face changed into something unreadable and you turned your attention back to the pot. “Dunno,” you shrugged. “Just… thought it was the right thing to do.” 

He nodded. “It was,” he said before stepping in close to you. You kept your eyes on the pot, he kept his eyes on you. “I’m not crazy, right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” you started, but he cut you off. 

“This. Us. Everything we do. A fake girlfriend doesn’t come over to make me feel better after a bad race, a real one does. A fake girlfriend doesn’t listen to my fucking hundreds of voicenotes and talks through every talking point in her own, a real one does. A fake girlfriend doesn’t travel halfway across the world to see me, a real one does,” he listed, his voice strained, trying to make you see, to make you understand. 

“So you’re saying you want me to leave you alone?” your voice was small, smaller than he’d ever heard it. You still wouldn’t look at him. 

“No!” he practically shouted, making you flinch beside him. He chuckled, turning your body to face his, his hands on your waist. “I want us to be real. Y/n, I’ve been in love with you since day one. Every fucking day you’re the first thing on my mind. I want you. I have since the start.”

“Lando… the contract ends in 4 months-”

“We don’t have to,” he shook his head. “We can… stay together.”

“We won’t get the full payout unless we do the public break-up-”

“I’ll pay. Whatever the rest of the film budget is, I’ll pay,” he promised. He didn’t care what it took. He didn’t care what reasons you gave him. 

“I’m not going to make you pay,” you chuckled. “We can just… ‘fake break-up’,” you shrugged. His heart skipped a beat. 

“So… we’re together together, for real?” he smiled like a little boy getting his favourite toy. You smirked, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips meeting his as it had before, only this time it was different. He was yours. You were his. You were real.

He wasn’t letting you go.

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Can I request either dad Pierre or Alex and his daughter starting school and he’s more nervous than her and she’s the one reassuring him that it’s ok but when it’s time to go to school she gets really scared

First day of school

It was too early for a September morning to be this quiet. The light filtered softly through the gauzy curtains of the master bedroom, casting long streaks across the pale wooden floor. Lily sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, gently brushing through her daughter’s silky dark hair with practiced fingers. The little girl sat in front of her, humming softly, kicking her legs in a slow rhythm while Lily tied the final ribbon into her hair.

“Do I have to wear the bow, Mummy?” Yn asked, scrunching her nose at the light blue strip of fabric dangling loosely from the collar of her white blouse.

“Yes, my love,” Lily answered with a chuckle. “It’s part of the uniform. You’ll look very smart.”

“But it’s itchy.” Yn tugged at it with the kind of disdain only a five-year-old could muster.

“It won’t be itchy for long. You’ll forget it’s even there once you’re playing with your new friends.”

Yn seemed to consider this, frowning slightly before turning her big brown eyes up at her mother. “What if nobody wants to be my friend?”

Lily placed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead. “Then they’d be missing out on the best friend they could ever have.”

Yn beamed. That answer, for now, was enough.

Downstairs, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of clinking cutlery, a kettle hissing on the stove, and the occasional soft curse as Alex fumbled with a piece of toast that had flung itself from the toaster like a rebellious teenager.

“Seriously?” he muttered, picking up the toast from the floor and tossing it into the bin. He grabbed a fresh slice and tried again, this time keeping his hand at the ready. The toaster clicked, the new piece popped up, and Alex caught it with a triumphant smile.

“Who’s the toast master now,” he whispered to himself.

He plated the breakfast carefully — a perfect slice of golden toast, a little pile of strawberries sliced into hearts (his daughter’s favorite), and a dollop of honey for dipping. He stared at the plate for a long moment.

“She’s going to school,” he said aloud, as if reminding himself.

A tiny part of him — a very tiny part, one he would never admit aloud — wanted to hide the uniform, lose the school application, or bribe the headmistress to delay her start date. Something. Anything. Because she couldn’t possibly be old enough for school. He blinked and she was born. Blinked again, and now she was tying her own shoes (mostly).

The sound of feet padding down the stairs broke his thoughts. Lily’s voice followed.

“Breakfast, chef?” she teased.

Alex turned and saw them — his wife, beautiful and relaxed in her pale sweater and jeans, and his daughter, half-hiding behind Lily’s legs in her crisp school uniform. Alex’s chest swelled with something that felt like pride and panic all tangled up.

“Morning, sweet pea.” He crouched to her level, arms open.

Yn ran into his hug, knocking into him like a soft cannonball. “Hi, Daddy.”

“You look like a real student,” he said into her hair.

“I am a student,” she replied, a little smugly.

“Oh, right. Of course. Silly me.”

He pulled back to look at her properly. The blazer looked far too big — like it belonged to someone else and had been shrunken just enough to almost fit. Her socks sagged a little, and the tie was crooked, but she looked ready. Or at least he hoped she was.

“Strawberries?” he offered.

Yn nodded eagerly and climbed onto the chair. She dipped the heart-shaped fruit into honey and hummed with delight.

“Are you nervous?” he asked gently, sitting beside her.

“Nope.”

Alex blinked. “Not even a little?”

She shook her head. “It’s just school. I already know how to count to a hundred.”

Lily gave Alex a pointed look as she poured coffee into two mugs. “See? She’s got this.”

Alex, however, didn’t look convinced.

“I just want her to have a good day. What if she doesn’t eat her lunch? Or she forgets where the toilet is? Or the other kids are mean?”

“Dad,” Yn interrupted, placing a strawberry on his plate. “It’s going to be fine.”

Alex stared at her. “Are you comforting me right now?”

“Yes.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You’re too wise for five.”

“I know.”

---

The drive to the school was both too short and too long. The city passed by in a blur of red buses and early commuters. Yn pressed her nose to the window, pointing out every dog she saw with excitement. Alex gripped the steering wheel like he was about to take pole position at Silverstone.

“You okay?” Lily asked quietly, her hand on his knee.

“Yeah. Just… I don’t know. This feels big.”

“It is big. But she’s ready. She’s amazing.”

They pulled into the car park and saw other families making their way through the gates. Children with oversized backpacks, some clinging to their parents, others running ahead with pure excitement.

Yn’s fingers found Alex’s the moment they stepped out of the car. Her grip tightened as they approached the gate.

“Daddy?” she said, her voice small.

He crouched beside her, smoothing her blazer over her shoulders.

“Yeah, bug?”

“I changed my mind. I don’t want to go.”

Her lip wobbled, and her big eyes were suddenly shiny with unshed tears. “What if they don’t like me?”

“Oh, sweet pea,” he murmured, scooping her up into his arms.

Lily stood quietly beside them, heart swelling with both sympathy and awe. The way Alex held their daughter — so gently, so close — reminded her of how he held his fears too. Quietly. Tightly. Just beneath the surface.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” he whispered to Yn. “You just have to be you. And that’s more than enough.”

She sniffled. “But I’m scared.”

“I know,” he said, brushing her hair back. “I get scared too. Even grown-ups get scared.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’m scared right now.”

Yn blinked. “You are?”

He nodded. “Because my best girl is going off to do big things, and I can’t come with you. But I know you’re going to be so, so brave. And I’ll be here when the day’s over, waiting to hear everything.”

Lily knelt beside them, slipping her arms around both.

“And we’ll take you out for ice cream after, yeah?” she added.

Yn hesitated. “With sprinkles?”

“Of course,” Alex smiled.

“Okay,” she whispered, sliding down from his arms but holding tight to his hand.

Together, the three of them walked to the gate. A smiling teacher with kind eyes and a clipboard greeted them.

“Hi there! You must be Yn.”

Yn nodded shyly.

“I’m Miss Thomas. I’ll be your teacher. Would you like to come meet some new friends?”

Yn looked up at Alex, then at Lily. She took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

Alex knelt again, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Go get ‘em, bug.”

Lily kissed her next. “We’ll be right here. Always.”

Yn gave one last squeeze of her dad’s hand before turning and walking with Miss Thomas into the building. Her steps were small, hesitant at first, but she didn’t look back.

Alex stood frozen until she disappeared from view.

“She’s so much like you,” Lily said, threading her fingers through his.

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“So brave, even when she’s scared. She’s got your heart, Alex.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “Hope it’s a good one.”

Lily leaned her head against his shoulder. “The best.”

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

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[into-fiction]

gelphie as parents headcanons

no one asked for these but i felt like doing them anyway

Glinda

spoils her kids fucking rotten

but on the flip side: is the stricter more disciplinarian one

100% would dress her and her toddler in matching outfits

is so supportive. like, embarrassingly supportive

glinda is the annoyingly loud mom at sports games but everyone secretly loves her bc she brings great snacks and a full first aid kit, and she makes sure every kid feels like they have a whole crowd rooting for em

glinda is a crier. college dropoff? sobbing. graduation? sobbing. first grade recital? ....still sobbing

(she's a pretty crier tho so it's ok)

glinda is a "takes the kids out of school for a mommy date w/ shopping & ice cream" parent

glinda is also a "i will stay up past midnight to help u finish this project while elphie lectures u about procrastination" parent

takes a million photos

has an entire arts and crafts room. elphie has to remind her not to do the kids posters herself

very sentimental. doesn't want to throw anything away

calls her kids by nicknames instead of their real name 90% of the time

would be the one to shout "i love you!" out the car window at a high school carpool line

gets a little too invested in impressing the other parents at times

is in a million facebook groups

engages in pda in front of the kids just to make em squirm

Elphie

comes off scary but is the biggest softie fr

was very nervous but turns out to be a complete natural

helps the kids with their homework, packs their lunches, is always checking in on how they're doing

reads a thousand parenting books in preparation

dad jokes. the worst dad jokes

is also a crier, but in a "teary eyed and discrete sniffles" way

is the chef of the family. glinda is the one who gets caught up in whats healthy tho while elphie is happy to make mac n cheese if it gets the kid to eat something

has that calm gentle comforting vibe. the parent you go to to snuggle into their side and just be quiet together for a moment

has a sixth sense for knowing when something is up

is always a little scared of being like her own father

wants her kids to feel free to be themselves, doesn't really care if they're making a ton of friends or doing the right sports or keeping up with whats trendy so long as they're happy

if u present elphie with a good enough powerpoint & explanation, u can probably convince her to give in to almost anything

this includes the pet. that glinda didn't want. (that is 100% glinda's pet now)

loves to sing to and read to her babies

is the "i will still carry my baby to bed" parent despite said baby being like 13 years old now

will happily play with her kids on the jungle gym, in the water park, she'll ride all the rides, etc

gives the best hugs

[zorrasucia]

what i need

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (3k)

Tags: Roommate Reader, Smut, Porn with a little plot, S1 Richie Shenanigans, Viagra (Sex Pollen vibes), Masturbation, Tiny bit of Voyeurism, P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

"You do know you could literally go to prison for this?" you said in the most threatening tone you could muster. "Well, no, I'm not a fucking lawyer but that's not the point... You know what, I have to see if Carmy is alright, I'll deal with your bullshit later."

You hung up on Richie, exhausted.

It had been a crazy half an hour.

You had gotten home and found Carmy making himself a PB and J sandwich. When he watched you come in, without a word, he grabbed another plate to make you one. You climbed on the counter and watched him work in comfortable silence, enjoying the fact that he was back from work early. Everything was normal, good even, until he suddenly got red in the face and then pale, he excused himself and locked the bathroom door. He had stayed there for fifteen minutes, the sandwiches half finished on the counter.

You knocked on the door with worry.

"Carmy, you okay?"

"Not really. I don't feel well."

"Is it the flu?" you remembered him mentioning that a couple of chefs had called in sick a few days ago.

"I think it's this," Carmy said.

He opened the door an inch and handed you a bottle of the prescribed antidepressants he had started taking a few months ago. A quick Google search showed you the pill shape was slightly off.

"You refilled this recently?"

"Yesterday."

Your hands started shaking nervously.

"Fuck. I think they gave you the wrong meds, Carm."

You frantically called Nat but she didn't answer. Then you called Richie, who didn't seem worried at all.

"It was a prank, okay? He was getting on my nerves - everybody's nerves to be honest."

"What the fuck did you change his pills for?" you asked, furious. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"Relax, he'll be fine," he said. "It's some off brand Viagra shit I found on the internet."

You rolled your eyes. "Very mature of you."

"It'll turn him down a notch. Maybe he'll even get some," Richie added with a laugh.

"Fuck you. You know how hard it was to convince him to take meds for his depression in the first place?" you spat.

"Like pulling teeth, I imagine."

It had taken you, Nat, Sydney, and his psychiatrist weeks to talk him into it.

"Exactly. Fuck you."

After you ripped Richie a new one, you walked to the bathroom and knocked gently.

"So... Richie says it should pass in a couple of hours, Carm. Are you okay? Are you in pain or something?"

"I'm fine," he said, his voice strained.

You leaned against the door, wringing your hands. "I could call someone. If you want."

"Someone?"

Now was not the time to think about your budding crush on Carmy, it was about helping him.

"A girlfriend. Or boyfriend. A, uh, trusted escort. I don't know," you covered your face embarrassed.

Carmy let out a chuckle. "No. I don't have anyone like that."

"Want me to leave? Give you some privacy to deal with it?"

"No! I mean... It's fucking late, and this is your place too..."

"Well, you could at least go to your bedroom. I know what's going on, there's no need to be embarrassed, Carm."

"Okay. Just, uh, don't look please."

"Okay."

You turned around, resolutely looking at the wall. Then, you heard him walk briskly to his bedroom and slam the door shut.

Half an hour passed and despite your best efforts you were still worried sick about Carmy. You had fallen down a rabbit hole while researching for side effects of counterfeit Viagra. You texted him.

feeling any better? not really but not worse? no ok ok. let me know if there's anything i can do ...

The three dots flashed insistently for a few moments like he was writing something then deleting it all, over and over.

i'm ok. don't worry

You finished making the sandwiches and grabbed yours, eating in silence, tired. Then, you got ready for bed, going through your routine and trying to be normal about this whole thing.

Intellectually knowing Carmy had a cock and actively knowing about his out of control, hour-long erection were two very different things. Especially with your own complicated feelings about him. It took everything in you not to ogle him daily with his tight t-shirts and his pretty hair, with his tattoos and his blue eyes. It took everything in you not to zone out looking at his calloused hands wondering how they would feel on your skin. You knew that his life was The Beef, keeping that thing afloat, that was the whole reason he had reluctantly decided to get a roommate. Still you couldn't help but wonder...

You weren't trying to spy on him but your bedrooms shared a wall and he wasn't exactly being discreet. You could hear him groan and whine, muffled by the wall and his hand or maybe his forearm... The sight that thought conjured was delicious and sinful: Carmy with no shirt on, jeans half undone, skin sweaty, one hand on his cock and the other on his mouth to keep quiet while he touched himself. What if he was making those noises for you instead, because you were making him feel that good? The thought made you warm all over, your thighs brushing against each other absentmindedly. Carmy's sounds grew a little louder and more desperate until you couldn't stop your hand from going inside your underwear to relieve some of that pent up tension, your fingers unconsciously following the rhythm of his groans, getting quicker.

In any other circumstances, you would have been more careful, more quiet, but you could hear him so clearly - really, how could he hear anything other than his own ragged breaths? You couldn't help the moan that burst from your throat and sounded across the room.

Immediately, Carmy went quiet.

You could feel your blood rushing to your face, mortified that he had heard you. He probably thought you were a pervert or that you were making fun of him. You waited in expectant silence for a little while until you couldn't bear it anymore.

You got up and walked to his door and knocked.

"Carm?"

He didn’t respond. You would have actually preferred that he berated you for not respecting his privacy than getting the silent treatment. Fuck.

"Carmy? I'm sorry... I wasn't making fun of you or anything. I'm just stupid and horny, and I have this stupid big crush on you. I know that's not an excuse-"

You were interrupted by him cracking the door open, just enough that you could see one of his eyes and a portion of his nose.

"What did you say?"

"That I'm horny and stupid," you repeated apologetically.

"No, the other bit," he said, his voice soft.

"That I have a crush on you?"

"Yeah, that bit," he cleared his throat. "Is that true?"

"Yeah," you said quietly.

He nodded, taking a moment to process. "I, uh, I like you. A lot," he emphasized. "I didn't realize how much until today, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, that I got hard just from watching you sitting on the counter," he said plainly.

"But that's the- No, that's because of what Richie gave you, right?" you reasoned.

"Doesn't work like that," he shook his head. "The guy needs to be, uh, excited for anything to happen. I took that thing while I was still at work."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

You stood awkwardly, biting your lip.

"What's exciting about me sitting on the counter?" you asked finally.

Carmy chuckled. "That's your question?"

"Yeah."

"The way your thighs look, I guess. And I imagined what it would be like to fuck you there," he said, and then as if realizing he was being crass he added: "Sorry."

"No, don't be," you shook your head. "It would be very hypocritical of me to get upset about that when I've imagined you fucking me in the bathroom."

"In front of the mirror?" he asked with the hint of a smile.

"Obviously," you grinned. After a moment of semi-comfortable silence you asked: "Do you still need help with your, uh, situation?"

He blushed. "It's pretty bad."

"Let me try?"

"Alright."

Carmy moved from the door, letting you walk inside and see him. He was shirtless, like you had imagined, though his cock had been stuffed inside his jeans to answer the door. You walked a few steps until he was right in front of you, you cupped his face gently and kissed him. He melted into it, tilting his head and bringing you close, letting you set the pace but showing how eager he was. You buried your hands in his curls, messy from a whole day in the kitchen and half an hour of lying in bed desperately trying to cum.

You removed his jeans, slow, giving gentle caresses to his cock.

"Fuck," Carmy whined into your mouth.

"Sensitive?"

"Like a fucking live wire," he said.

"Let's make the most of it, yeah?"

Carmy nodded eagerly, helping you out of the sweatshirt you wore to bed.

"Knew you didn't wear a bra under this," he rasped.

"I hoped you'd notice," you admitted, stepping out of your shorts, the two of you finally naked. "Wanted you to see."

"I did. I do."

You traced figures on his chest and arms with your fingernail, following the lines of ink; he held you by the waist, his thumbs ghosting the side of your breasts.

"What do you like?" you asked.

"Hmm?"

"In bed. What do you like?"

"I don't fucking know, to be honest. I’ve only ever had quickies in the bathroom of a restaurant and shit like that," he mumbled.

"Blowing off steam."

"Exactly, yeah."

"We could do that," you offered, "that feels kind of urgent," you gestured at his cock, leaking precum.

"I don't want that," Carmy mumbled. "Want to enjoy this."

"Okay," you agreed, a little selfishly, biting your lip.

You pushed him gently towards the bed, until he was sitting. He opened his legs to bring you closer, burying his face between your breasts, kneading your ass.

"This is still supposed to be about you," you protested, your voice was high and needy as he started sucking on your nipples.

"Yeah, exactly..." he nodded, his nose tracing subtle patterns on your sternum as he kissed your skin. You hummed in delight, massaging his scalp and the back of his neck. "I've been thinking about this for weeks - about how soft your skin must be here," he kissed the swell of your breast, "what it would taste like," and he licked your nipple.

"Fuck..." you were overwhelmed with want, goosebumps covering your skin. "Anything else you've been thinking about?" you asked - half of you wanted to keep on being worshipped slowly and the other half wanted to be fucked thoroughly as soon as possible.

"Mmm..." Carmy's exhale tickled you in the best way. "I've been thinking about the sounds you'd make."

"I gave you a preview, I think," you said, blushing again.

"I want the whole thing," he rasped, manhandling you to straddle his lap, leaving his hard cock well within your reach.

"I've been thinking about how you sound too," you said, your hand holding his length loosely.

"Fuck. Don't tease. You'll kill me," he groaned, low, deep from his chest.

"Condoms?" you prompted, getting up.

"Bedside table, second drawer."

You returned quickly.

"You sure?" he confirmed before opening the wrapper.

"So fucking sure," you replied, leaning to kiss him hard, all tongue and lust, swaying back onto his lap. "I need it."

"It?" he arched an eyebrow, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock, spreading arousal all over your pussy.

"You," your voice was breathy. "Need you."

And you lowered yourself on him, slow, gasping when you bottomed out.

"You okay?" he asked, breathing hard but staying perfectly still underneath you.

"Yeah, give me a second."

You squeezed your eyes shut and swayed your hips lightly.

"Should have prepped you," he apologized, kissing the side of your face.

And you relished the thought, his calloused fingers curling inside you, making you writhe impatiently... Would he suck his fingers afterwards and taste you?

"Next time," you said, the thought made your stomach flutter.

With your knees on the mattress and your hands on Carmy's shoulders, you started riding him, bouncing on his cock, feeling how snug he fit inside you. His head was thrown back, his throaty groans made you shiver with pleasure.

"Fuck," he cursed.

"Good?" you asked.

"So fucking good, so fucking good," he managed, his lips touching your skin. You ate up his praise, his hard exhales on your shoulder, his groans with each downward stroke, his hoarse voice as he said: "Making me feel so good, you have no idea, I'm losing my fucking mind..."

And all you could do was just moan and whimper, louder now that you knew how much he wanted to hear it.

"Sound so nice," he growled.

You could feel the tension building between you, your thighs trembling and unable to keep the pace much longer.

"That's it. Fuck," he growled, talking you through your peak. "I can feel it. Jesus..."

"Carmy..."

You moaned his name, your hips stuttering and then stopping. You melted in his arms and he held you upright. When you regained your senses you realized he was still rock hard inside you.

"What the fuck?" you slurred. "Nothing?"

He shook his head and leaned to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your neck... "Would you- is it okay if we go again?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, running your hands through his hair. Then, after a moment too long of him staring at you in wonder you said: "Please."

"What do you want?" his voice was still that gravelly sound that gave you butterflies.

"Anything, you can do anything you want to me."

"Fuck..."

He grabbed you and, like you weighed nothing, moved you to lie on the bed exactly how he wanted: legs wide open and a pillow underneath your hips. He caged you with his arms and you caressed them.

"So strong," you blurted in your fucked out state.

He leaned in to kiss you hard, hungry, desperate. His cock rubbed the outside of your pussy, making you moan into his mouth. It was dirty and urgent and you couldn't get enough of it. You spread your legs wider still and held him tight, squeezing the muscles of his back.

"I'm gonna go harder," he warned you. "Tell me if it's too much?"

You nodded, eyes half lidded. "I want that. I want it hard," you heard yourself say.

After how loving he had been you were curious about how it would feel when he let go, how those quickies in the bathroom were like. And he seemed desperate to cum.

"Shit, okay," he mumbled, maneuvering one of your thighs over his hip, burying his cock inside you in one swift motion. You let out a soft moan, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you one forceful thrust. You rolled your eyes, that first hit making you see stars.

"Fuck."

At first, he seemed focused on how deep he could go, on making you feel every inch inside of you, a sharp movement punctuating every thrust - hard enough to shake the mattress underneath you.

You looked downward, at his cock going in and out torturously slow, the way his abs flexed, the hair on his lower stomach...

"Fuck. Carmy. Oh, my God," you whined needily.

"Okay?" he asked, panting, keeping that rhythm steady.

"So okay," your voice was barely a whisper but he was close enough to hear it. "Keep going."

He nodded. His hips moved with the same force but faster now. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, it was all too much, too good. Whimpers we're leaving your lips with every movement, you couldn't tell if the bed was squeaking or if it was you losing control. Maybe it was both.

"Think I'm coming again," you said, almost apologetically. "Fuck me through it. I can take it."

"You can't say shit like that," Carmy growled, his exhale tickling your lips.

"Ah! I can say whatever the fuck I want," you sassed, trying to delay your peak even as you felt yourself flutter around Carmy's cock. "I can't. Fuck."

He obeyed you and kept going as you cried and cursed, legs shaking around his waist, tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You grew even more pliant under him, pathetic little sounds leaving your lips as you saw white, feeling warm all over.

"I have never- Fuck. So good, so good," you babbled nonsense, as the pleasure turned into numbness then pleasure again.

Carmy was breathing hard on top of you, his golden chain dangling invitingly. Without really knowing why, you took it between your lips and tugged on it.

"Holy shit," he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you.

You let go of his chain to ask: "Getting close? What do you need, baby?"

"Talk me through it, please," he begged. And you moved to caress the nape of his neck comfortingly.

"You're making me feel so good, Carm. I have thought about this, fingered myself thinking of you like this," he whimpered and you smiled sympathetically - he needed this. "You feel so perfect inside me, so good. Fuck."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I want to do so many things with you. I want your fingers inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me on the counter and in the bathroom. I want to sit on your face," you kept going, watching his eyes widen as you did.

"Fuck. Shit. Yes," he said, voice high, eyes rolled back, his cock twitched again and you gasped.

"Be good and cum for me, Carm," you caressed the side of his face. "Be a good boy and cum for me."

"Jesus fucking Christ. Fuuuuuck," he groaned loud, a few erratic thrusts making you curl your toes with pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of you. He was heavy and sweaty, breathing hard - completely perfect. You wanted to stay there forever, his cock softening inside you, your hand caressing his hair.

"Fuck, give me a minute - I'm crushing you," he slurred into the skin of your neck.

"Shhh," you soothed. "You're okay."

He exhaled, truly relaxed for the first time since you met him. He kissed your skin, a path down to your shoulder and he finally got up, rolling to his side, face squished against the pillow.

"Fuck. I'm sorry about all this," he said, eyes soft and tired. "I never wanted you to feel obligated-"

"No," you shook your head emphatically and reached for his wrist. "If anything I feel like I kind of forced you to-"

"I didn't want anyone else," he interrupted you.

You leaned to kiss him, tenderly this time.

"Then, you don't have to apologize," you said. "I meant it - about wanting to do all of it even before this."

Carmy smiled sweetly. "Can I thank you then?"

"Yes," you giggled.

He sat up, exhausted as he was, and knelt between your legs. Carefully, he caressed your sensitive pussy. You whined at the feeling.

"Too much?" he asked, his forehead wrinkled with worry.

"Just a little," you probably wouldn't be able to walk upright to the bathroom but you were fine, more than fine. "Don't do anything crazy. We can save that for later," you added shyly.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful," he said.

He leaned in and pressed one single kiss to your pussy, soaked in your release - the gentle feeling made you shiver.

"Thank you," he said, his blue eyes piercing yours.

You reached for his face, caressing his cheek. "You're very welcome, Carmy."

[piningqingge]

I have this older-brother-SY (also beast peak lord) AU cooking and although I have Many thoughts here’s the liushen part (warning this is long af, TLDR at bottom):

LQG has been pining for the beast peaks’ head disciple for years and SY has no idea (like usual). LQG, over time, has recognized and accepted his affections, but has no idea if SY feels the same. Sure, they get along great, and he’s confident SY considers him a friend (if not a best friend), but more than that? SY if friendly to everyone- and LQG can’t tell what liberties, if any, are exclusive to him.

But it’s clear that the cultivation world is on the brink of a war with the demon realm- and LQG will be at the forefront. As much as he prides himself on his battle prowess he knows he’s not indomitable- and Tianlang-Jun is a force to be reckoned with.

So, he decides to offer SY his suit- even if he's rejected, at least he'll know. In melodrama fashion, LQG asks SY, if he'll accept his courtship once the wars over. SY (unknowingly, the dumbass) accepts.

OK. so now that we have context, lets get silly with it :)

The war goes over the same how it did in SVSSS, YQY subdues TLJ and all peak lords survive. LQG begins to officially court SY... who's been traveling along the Lou river since the end of the war. It's not an issue per say but he also won't tell LQG why; just that he's looking for something. This continues for 4 years. After those four years, SY returns to CQMT. He doesn't leave for extended periods anymore, unless a mission requires it, and even then it's clear he returns as soon as possible. In lieu of his travels he's begin descending the mountain several times a week, to the small town at its' base. He deflects whenever anyone asks why- and although LQG does find it odd, he trusts SY, who says, impishly, that LQG will find out eventually.

That day does come 6 years later.

Word spreads fast around CQMT, so of course LQG, usually not privy to the intersect gossip, (“Shizun, this one has news! Ah! I know gossip is bad, I would never- it’s about Shen-shibo! He’s brought a young boy back to his peak!”) would be near-first to visit his beloved.

LQG: “The rumors are true?”

SY: “Hm? Meddling in gossip are you, shidi? What are they saying, exactly?”

LQG: “Tsk- that you’ve brought a new disciple to the peak- one much too young to cultivate.”

SY: “Ahhh well… I surmise there is some truth to that hearsay after all… he’ll be home for dinner soon- he’s a great chef! Oh, shidi, you must stay for dinner!”

…

SY: “…and their claws are retractable! Despite taking up 50% of their paws! They use this to ambush larger prey, making said prey think they’re harmless- oh, Binghe, come, come; meet your Shishu!”

LBH: “Yes, A-die!”

LQG: "..."

LQG: “……what?”

SY: “Binghe, this is Liu Qingge, your shishu, and a dear friend of mine. Qingge, this is Binghe.”

LQG: “…he called you a-die.”

SY: “Oh! Yes, I’ll sure he’ll need some time to adjust to Shizun.”

LQG: “Adjust.”

SY: “Yes, adjust, he’s called me A-die most of his life. After all, he is my son.”

LQG: “Your son. That you’ve been raising.”

SY: “Yes, Shidi, that’s correct.”

Lqg goes only silent for a bit and SY releases LBH to the kitchens. He’s gotten quite good at reading LQG over the years and knows he’s upset- at what he isn’t sure.

SY: “..Shidi?”

LQG (jaw pinched): “How long?”

SY: “..How long what, shidi?”

LQG : “Have you had-“ (handwaves)

SY: “How long have I been raising him? About 6 years, why?”

LQG: “….and how old is he.”

SY: “Ah, he’s 10, will be 11 this upcoming winter. Make no mistake, I would have been there since birth if given the chance!”

LQG: “… Since the war ended. You- you had a child during that time? You never thought to tell anyone- to tell me?”

SY: “..Well, family matters are private matters, I’m sure shidi understands.”

LQG: “Private! You- shameless! A decade- I’ve wasted a decade- and you never intended to tell me? What did you think would happen when you brought him here, Shen Yuan?!?”

SY (doesn’t know what’s going on but is protective of LBH nonetheless): “Does it matter? He’s here now, and that isn’t going to change! I’m not sure why you’re so concerned with my private life!”

LQG: “Your life- did you ever consider mine?!”

SY: “Like your life will change! I have a son to raise and protect- what all does that have to do with you?!”

LQG (fuming): “I see. You’ve made your point, Shen Yuan. I’ll stop interfering in your life- so separate from mine.” (Storms off)

CQMT witnesses the worst breakup imaginable.

SY has no idea why LQG got so worked up- maybe because SY wasn’t married? LQG was always so traditional…

Apparently, LQG left the day after their fight. Well whatever his issue is hopefully he’s in better spirits once he returns.

LQG returns 4 months later and doesn’t visit like usual. In fact, two days after his return, SY starts receiving packages. Boxes filled with trinkets and books he’s given LQG over the years- even a couple pairs of robes and a set of vambraces he had custom made for LQG. So. Whatever set LQG off clearly hadn’t been resolved. And he really doesn’t want to lose his best friend over… what? He still has no idea why LQG got so upset.

SY resolves to snub his pride and treck to Bai Zhan.

Only, once he arrives, he’s.. blocked? Denied entry? By the Bai Zhan disciples?? They were usually so sweet, charming in their own gruff way, but now they’re just short of openly hostile.

It’s dumb and angsty 🙄 but it tickles something in my brain

TLDR; LQG begins courting SY early in the story, before LBH is born. After TLJ is subdued and SY connects the only heavenly demon to obvi being LBHs dad he sets off to find LBH and ensure he has a better life. He ends up raising LBH with the washerwoman and LBH views SY as his dad and calls him such. Once she passes SY takes him back to CQMT where they meet LQG. LQG hears LBH call SY "a-die" and thinks that SY cheated on him; SY unknowingly confirms this- he also doesn't know that LQG has been courting him. Cue melodrama rivaling QiJiu except the whole sect gets to watch the fallout not just the aftermath.