#was talking about it in my server a few days ago as a joke and they infected my brain tbh

[amildlyspookydeer]

my bestie is making us create joke presentations for their birthday party so i made mine about my newest crackship. bringing back the old tumblr fandom powerpoint (but make it slay)

#pokemon #arven pokemon #trainer arven #ortega pokemon #team star ortega #oujichefshipping #only backing down on that name if someone presents something funnier #otayuri #all the art w ortega and arvens faces pasted on top is official yoi art btw #was talking about it in my server a few days ago as a joke and they infected my brain tbh #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv

[a-write-for-soreeyes]

Yes, Chef [OPLA Sanji x Afab!Reader SMUT]

Pairing : OPLA Sanji x Chef (AFAB) Reader

Summary : Sanji is the only one you call 'Chef'. One night when you're the only ones working the late shift he finally confronts you about why.

Warnings : 18+ !!!!!!, NSFW/SMUT, Semi-public sex (kitchen), Oral (fem receiving), some slight dirty talk?, the apron stays ON during foreplay, Use of the term 'Chef' in a sexual way, Top!Sanji, Bottom!Reader

Word Count : 3685 (good lord)

A/N : I have never written smut before but I think this went really well! I had one quote (that quote from Fleabag the hot priest says) and a dream (sanji brain rot and my sexy playlist), so please feel free to leave your thoughts! <3

“y/n I think we’ve known each other long enough you can stop calling me ‘Chef’.”

“Yes, Chef I know” You said, carefully placing the garnish on the plate of steak and seared vegetables at your station. It was the last call of the night and of course a group had walked in right as you and Sanji had finished clearing your stations for the night.

Placing the final plate on the counter you hit the bell, one of the servers came through the doors to the kitchen grabbing the plate and turning on their heel pushing through back to the rowdy group of pirates in the dining room. Turning back to your station and beginning to stack your pots and pans, placing the used utensils inside the pot and carrying them over to the sink, ready to re-wash them.

A comfortable quiet had washed over the kitchen, only broken by the boisterous chatter from the last table of the night. “You can head out if you’d like. I’m going to put together a new dessert I’ve been practicing for these gentlemen, hopefully get them to tip better after coming in right before closing.” Sanji had called from across the kitchen while grabbing ingredients from the pantry.

“Chef, if you don’t like my company you can just say and I’ll get out of your hair.” You joked,

“Ay don’t you ever say that gorgeous, you know I love your company,” Sanji flirted pausing next to you, “Someone with good looks and good conversation, how could I not want you around?” He winked, continuing his stride back to his station.

“I think I’ll stick around once I’m done with these if it’s all the same to you, Chef. You know how much I love to taste whatever new recipes you put together.” You replied with a smile. You really did enjoy being able to be the first person to taste all of Sanji’s cooking, and you suppose being the only person in the kitchen late at night, with your criminally good looking coworker wasn’t so bad either. Rolling up your sleeves and plunging your hands into the warm water of the sink you began to scrub at your dishes.

You scrubbed in silence for a few moments, washing the grime and the stress of the day away. “Really y/n, you can go home I really don’t mind,” Sanji walked next to you leaning his side against the counter stacked high with plates and cups that would need to be washed during tomorrows slow hours, “You’ve already stayed late enough, just finish up your dishes and turn in for the night.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see him looking over your face,

“It’s fine, Chef you know I would probably be awake anyw-” Your sentence and scrubbing stopped as Sanji reached forwards wiping a smear of some ingredient from your cheek, letting his thumb linger on your cheek for just a moment, your face heating at the intimacy of the moment.

“Sorry love,” He said, pulling his hand away from your face and placing it back on the counter next to you, “Couldn’t focus on your beautiful face with something covering it.” 

This has always been the game between the two of you. When you had joined the Baratie’ crew almost 3 years ago, Sanji had started working his charm on you from day one, flustering you everytime causing you to always avoid his flirtatious gaze. Although it had taken you about two months to get comfortable with the pleasure he takes in flirting with you, (leaving you mildly excited each time he had thrown a nickname your way) the day that you did start flirting back was possibly the best day of Sanji’ life, (although he wouldn’t be admitting that to anyone anytime soon) and possibly the worst of yours. The embarrassment you felt every time you gave a flirtatious response, effectively causing you to never have the guts to look him in the eyes.

And although his flirting was nothing new, something about being the only people in the quiet kitchen after a busy Friday night, had the soft way Sanji was speaking to you to have a new feeling behind it.

“Sanji, I’m fine really. I’ll finish these up and then I want to taste whatever you’re supposed to be cooking over there, for our lovely guests.” You softly broke the tension, not looking up at him from the murky water. Sanji chuckled and pushed off the counter, making his way back to his abandoned pastry mix. Resuming your washing the both of you working contently in each other's presence.

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Placing the last of your now clean dishes back at your station and wiping your hands on the towel you always had draped over the string of your apron. Slugging your way over to Sanji's station, you hiked yourself up onto the counter next to him, huffing out a quiet “Whatever you’ve got baking smells amazing Chef. I can’t wait to taste whatever it is.”

Sanji chuckled, continuing to whisk whatever he was whipping up for a “quick dessert”.

“They’re strawberry macarons, with an easy butterscotch drizzle on top.”

“Ah yes Chef, a very simple dessert, definitely not a complicated pastry that can take years to master.” Laughing, Sanji put down the bowl and grabbed his dish towel, turning towards the oven behind him, taking hold of the hot baking sheet in his covered hand. Turning back to you he gently swatted your side, placing the hot tray down where you had been sitting.

“For your information the pastry is not the hard part for me. It’s the filling that always gets me.”, Using his one hand to pull the macaron shells up from the pan, Sanji stuck his finger in the bowl on his right swiping up some of the filling he had been whipping up on his finger, and held it out to you, “Here give this a try, I know it’s missing something I just can’t quite place it.”

Seeing Sanji hold his finger out, covered in the pink buttercream filling, you made the conscious decision that this was going to be your winning move in this game of cat and mouse you and him had been playing for the past years. You leaned forwards and wrapped your mouth around his finger, the taste of the sweet icing flowing over your tongue. Swirling your tongue around his finger to get the last of the filling off of his digit.

“It’s good. Could maybe use a little more powdered sugar, get it to thicken up a bit more.” You shrugged.

 Sanji was silent. Not even a flirtatious remark about how ‘you’re all the sugar I need sugar’ just silence. Looking at Sanji directly (for possibly the first time in months) you were shocked at the way he was looking at you. So gently, so full of love and something else you couldn’t quite place. Surprise? Uncomfortability? You weren’t sure, only assuming the worst, regret flooded your body immediately. Sanji opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, hanging your head,

“I-I’m so sorry Chef, I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I guess I just thought it would be funny considering how much we fake flirt with each other, but I’m now realizing that that was WILDLY inappropriate especially to someone who is a much better chef than I am- I’m so so sorry Chef-”

“Ah, fuck you calling me “Chef” like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.” Your head snapped up to look him directly in the eyes.

“Wha-what?”

“You heard what I said.” He smirked at you, blond hair falling in front of his left eye, “The way you say it any moment you possibly can, ‘yes Chef’, ‘I’m sorry Chef’, ‘Of course I can Chef’. You think I haven’t noticed how I’m the only one you call that?” Sanji stalking around the counter, placed one hand on the counter at either side of you.

He leaned into you, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Everytime you say that stupid fucking title,you know what it does to me. What it makes me think of.”

Shivering at the feeling of his breath you turned your face towards him, “And what does it make you think of, Chef?” A low rumble reverberated from Sanji’ chest, now pressing up close to you.

Sanji tilted his head, lips just barely ghosting over yours, “Would you like me to show you?” You gave an embarrassed nod.

His lips were soft against yours, tasting of cigarettes and the mint he used to try and cover the previous. Pushing himself up against you, you could feel your underwear beginning to slick. Teeth clashing together you ran your hand up Sanji’ back, neck and up into his blonde hair. One of his own hands wrapping around your waist, the other sliding up the front of your apron and giving your breast a soft squeeze. You gasped, and fast as lightning Sanji slipped his tongue into your mouth exploring it with a small groan at the feeling.

Using the heated kiss as a distraction Sanji began to unbutton your uniform, pausing every few buttons to bring his hands up to your face, deepening your make out before going back to his main mission of releasing you from your shirt.

Finally undoing the final button of your uniform Sanji reached into your shirt with one hand swiping over your tit, causing it to harden under his calloused hand, even with the fabric of your bra separating them. Although Sanji made quick work of that issue, easily reaching around you and unclasping the irritating bra pulling it down under your breasts, allowing them to bounce slightly with the force of your making out. Removing his other hand from your waist Sanji roughly cupped your breasts in his hands bringing them out from behind your apron. Squeezing them with his large hands, your apron roughly scraping against the soft flesh, you moaned into the unstopping kisses. Hiking you up onto the edge of the counter Sanji gave himself better access to your chest, leaning down to your right tit and taking it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple, leaving kisses, nips and hickies all around. His left hand grasping at your other tit Sanji pinches at the bud for a few moments before switching. Moans leaving your mouth, you bit your lip nearly drawing blood, as you used one hand to pull his head closer into your chest, the other pulling off his ascot, apron and starting on the snap buttons of his uniform.

“Please, Chef please.” You whimpered, beginning to roll your hips on him, the feeling of his warm mouth on your chest with no friction on your lower parts starting to take its toll on you. Feeling Sanji groan and roll against the counter he pulled back looking at you, hair a mess, eyes glazed over in arousal he ripped the apron and top from off your body, bra following immediately after. During the moment of separation you ripped his now crumpled shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen out of your vision, which was now focused solely on taking in Sanji’ gorgeous figure.

Grabbing his face and pulling him towards you hungerly you continued to make out. Sanji began to press his body against yours reaching behind your figure to swipe the forgotten baking sheet off the counter creating room for him to be able to push you back into a lying position, the heat of the counter where the hot pans of pastries had just been only seconds earlier caused you to let out a gasp, arching your back to get away from the heat pressing your breasts right into Sanji’s hard chest, his hand going behind you to pull your torso as close to him as possible.

Pulling back from the kiss, Sanji gently laid you down fully on the counter. Running his hands down your sides he began to kiss his way down your body stopping to leave small nips around your chest and hips. Pulling away Sanji started work on your belt, unbuckling it and immediately going for your buttons. You begin to fuss at the feeling of his hands being so close to where you need him but he has yet to touch you.

“I know love, don't worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispered out, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he finally slid your pants off, leaving you in just your panties. Groaning at the sight of you trying to hump the air to get any friction to quell the desire you feel, Sanji brought a finger up to your covered mound, gently ghosting it along causing you to let a loud whimper escape from your lips. “Darling you’re soaked. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you want me to make you feel good?”

Gripping the edges of the counter whimpered “Yes. Yes yes please Chef, please make me feel good.”

Sanji smirked up at you, already fidgeting and he hasn’t even started yet. “Well, when you put it like that. I guess I have no choice.” He pulled your panties down grabbing them in one hand and used the other to grasp your hip bringing your soaked pussy right to him, immediately beginning his assault, licking up your folds and once he reached the top starting to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around the small bud. Your hand shot down for Sanji’ bleach blond hair, fisting it and using it to pull him right into you, wrapping your legs around his head when he stuck his tongue right into your pussy.

“Oh fuck! Yes, god please!” You moaned, at the sound of your moans and whimpers Sanji could feel the tent in his pants straining, he beginning to slightly hump at the air, getting pleasure from just the motions he made.

Feeling the knot begin to form in your stomach you started to pant and hump his face faster. Sanji getting the message stopped tongue fucking you to resume sucking on your clit bringing his right hand down to your entrance sticking 2 fingers in you easily between the slick and spit that had been pooling there. The pleasure assaulting your senses caused you to lurch forwards, nails scraping against Sanji's scalp causing him to moan against you.

Between the feeling of Sanji sucking on your clit, his fingers rapidly pushing in and out of you and the vibrations of the moans he was letting out you felt the knot in your stomach snap, shaking your felt yourself release all over his face, practically screaming out into the echoes of the kitchen,

“Yes, yes fuck, yes Chef! Fuck!” When the feeling of your first orgasm of the night finished and your clit started to become overstimulated you leant back against your arm, releasing your hold on Sanji's hair to run one hand through it and tried to pull yourself away from his mouth still licking up your wetness and kissing around your nub.

“Uhh, Chef- Chef please too- too much” Pulling himself off of you Sanji leant back on his heels, a string of spit and cum connecting him to you. You took a moment to admire him as he caught his breath. He looked beautiful, face covered in your cum with strings of it and drool connecting the two of you, hair sticking in all directions from your harsh pulling and his eyes, god his eyes he had a look in them you’d only ever hoped to see, he was so drunk on your pussy you’re not even sure he knew where the two of you were right now.

Grabbing his right wrist from where his fingers were still brushing against your pussy lips you pulled him up to you, locking your lips in another kiss, this one much more gentle and soft than the previous rough make out you had. Pushing your tongue into his mouth you could taste yourself on his tongue, occasionally kissing around his mouth and along his jawline to collect more of your slick from his face. Sanji let out a gasp as you kissed up his jaw and to his ear, giving it a slight nip before whispering to him, “You made me feel so good Chef. I wanna do the same for you.”

Standing to his full height Sanji started to work on his belt, hands shaking in anticipation at finally being able to feel you around him. You started work on the button on his bottoms, purposely brushing your hand against his erection feeling it twitch at every touch you gave him. Reaching your hands up to his waistband Sanji pulled down his pants and underwear in one swoop as he stepped out of the pool of fabric now at his feet. Cradling your face in his large hands Sanji ran his thumb down your cheekbone and swiped it over your lips.

"I wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good.”, You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, your hand lazily wrapping around his hard-on, stroking him and running your thumb over his head using the precum that had begun to bead there as lube for your lazy motions. “Please Chef.” You felt his cock twitch at the title and his breathing hitch.

“We can feel good together love. Just let me take care of you this time.” At that Sanji guided you back to your lying position against the now cold countertop of his work station. Taking a moment to admire you splayed out before him Sanji ran his hands down the backs of your thighs pushing them up to give himself access to your wet cunt.

Rubbing the head of his cock against your folds he collected some of your slick before he watched his cock disappear into you. A growl coming from him as he felt you tighten around his shaft.

Keening at the feeling of yourself stretching around him, your eyes rolling back as he pushed further finally bottoming out. Sanji paused allowing you a chance to adjust to his size he could feel you tighten around him.

Slowly, he began to pull almost all the way out of you before rocking back in, the both of you groaning at the feeling. Sanji looked up at your face, eyes almost completely closed and mouth open gasping in pleasure. He reached forwards grasping your soft hand in his own rough one giving something for you to ground yourself on through the pleasure.

“Chef please-!” you whimpered at the feeling of his thrusts starting to pick up speed.

“Fuck love, you feel so good squeezing around me.” Sanji groaned into your ear, leaving sloppy kisses around your jaw and down your neck, his cock burying into you at a rapid pace.

Your moans and huffs at the overwhelming feelings you were experiencing getting louder with each thrust, to the point you were almost crying out in pleasure. Sanji captured your lips again roughly making out with you in an attempt to quiet you, although between your moans and the squelch of his cock pistoning in and out of you it was nearly impossible to do so.

Sanji could feel his high approaching with each thrust, “I-I’m close, fuck darling you feel so good-” he sighed pressing your foreheads together.

“I-I’m so close, please Chef. Please let me cum please!” You blubbered against his lips, tears beginning to form and run down your cheeks, you could feel every inch of him in you, stretching you, pressing against every part of you, his head kissing your cervix.

“Just a little more baby, just give me a little more.” Pounding into your cunt, slick running down both of you, you wrapped your legs around his back pulling him impossibly closer, the hand that was resting coming down to rub furiously at your clit, “come for me love, come all over my cock.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt yourself release all over his cock, your pussy clamping down, you cried out,

“Fuck! Chef!”

At the feeling of you cumming around him Sanji knew he just needed a few more before he to came undone, or- “Fuck Sanji!” your eyes rolling back, and that was his breaking point. At the sound of you crying out his name, his real name for the first time since you’ve met, not some title he’d heard a thousand times before, Sanji came. Ropes of his cum painting your insides with his release he shuttered, his vision blanking at the overwhelming bliss he was experiencing from cumming inside you for the first time.

The air between you two hot and heavy as you both stayed still just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Sanji gave a few final sluggish thrusts to help you both ride the end of your pleasures before the feeling became too much. He pulled out gently being sure not to overwhelm you, the sound of your mixed cum quietly dripping from you both onto the tiled floor beneath him.

Basking in the afterglow of the scene, foreheads pressed together you tilted your head up locking your lips in a tender kiss. Bringing your hand that was not clasped in Sanji's up to caress his face, taking in the way the soft light reflected off his glistening forehead and the beads of sweat that dripped from his disheveled hair down the curves and lines of his face.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to say that to you, Love.” He chuckled, allowing the seriousness of the moment to fade away into comfortable giggles. “I love you.” He breathed out, gazing at you, trying to memorize everything about you in this moment, from how your messy hair splayed out behind you to the dried tear tracks down your face. Looking back into his blue eyes,

“I love you Sanji.”

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#sanji x reader smut #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader smut #smut #opla sanji #one piece live action #one piece netflix

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 1

Part 1: [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Masturbation, Mutual masturbation, P in V sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: He scratched his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassment taking over desire. "Would you teach me? How to- I wanna make you feel good."

It had all started five months ago.

You had finally found a good spot for your vintage clothing store. It used to be a bar, right next to a sandwich place called The Beef. Things lined up so that the new restaurant, The Bear, opened a week before your store did. You were thankful - fine dining brought just the kind of business you wanted.

After weeks of eyeing the delicious looking desserts through the window, you decided to close early and get one of each and a coffee.

"You have a sweet tooth, huh?" the server joked amicably. "Have I seen you around?"

"I own the store next door," you replied.

"Of course!" he smiled. Then added: "Do you sell anything denim?"

You eyed his all black suit, guessing his size.

"Yeah, I just got a few pieces you might like."

"Oh, it's not for me," he laughed. "I've been telling my cousin to visit for weeks but he hasn't listened. I'll send him your way tomorrow."

You hadn't thought much of it. But the next day the cousin showed up. He was short, pretty, with blue eyes and built like a brick house.

"Carmen," he offered you his hand to shake; his arms were covered in tattoos.

"Your cousin said you are looking for vintage denim?"

"Yeah."

You showed him the new arrivals and a few of the most popular pieces - everybody wanted Levi's 501s. But he surprised you asking about specific models and the lining on jackets. You didn't know it at the time but Carmy found a way into your heart and mind from the moment you met him.

He was smart without being cocky, with an offbeat sense of humor and the nicest profile you had ever seen. He started bringing you (exquisite) leftovers for your lunch, stopping sometimes for a little talk. You called him to show whatever new pieces arrived to the store. It became a thing.

You were friends until you weren't. Until he got comfortable enough to touch your hand and hug you. Until you got the nerve to ask him out and kiss him.

It had been three months of seeing each other as much as your schedules allowed, kissing at closing time and talking way too much about jeans.

Today was a rare instance of Carmy taking the day off from the restaurant, and even rarer that it had lined up with yours. The afternoon was spent in your living room, eating take out from his favorite place, your legs on his lap, talking about the frantic week he'd had and your plans of going to a estate sale next weekend. You ended up tangled on your bed making out, the song of the city playing outside your window, his tongue eager in your mouth and your hands carding through his hair. You felt electric, like anything Carmy did could light the spark within you. You writhed in his embrace and found that Carmy was hard against your hip, grinding slightly.

"Are we doing this?" you asked against his mouth. You were leaning back and pulling him towards you.

"Now?" he sounded surprised.

"I mean, yeah," you chuckled. It felt right. And you had thought about it for weeks. But he seemed genuinely taken aback so you added: "If you want."

There was a long silence. Was it too soon? You looked away, feeling mortified - this was all a mistake. You tried to disentangle yourself from Carmy's embrace to give him space but he held on tighter.

"No, I do, I want to," he said softly. "It's just-"

His thumb soothed the skin on your cheek and you realized he wasn't surprised, not really. His eyes were half lidded - it was a weird look on him, a combination of embarrassment and desire.

"Do you like kinky stuff? Is that it? Because we can talk about it-" you stopped in your tracks when you saw his face contort into a grimace. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he reassured. "Actually it's the opposite problem," he mumbled. "I'm- I'm new to this. I have done none of it. Ever," he confessed. You caressed the hair on his temples.

"Oh. That's okay," you said and he avoided your gaze. You tilted your head to look him in the eye. "It is. I promise."

"Would you-" he scratched his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassment taking over desire. "Would you teach me? How to- I wanna make you feel good."

You smiled. "I mean, sure, but hopefully we'll both feel good."

He laughed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. You settled on the bed, lying face to face, just kissing, taking your time, warming the space between you once again. Carmy followed the pace you had set, his lips were gentle against yours. There was a nervousness to him though, he was too still. You took one of his hands and placed it on your chest, cupping your breast over your shirt. He gasped into your mouth and paused the kiss.

"Just touch me," you nuzzled your nose against his. "Anywhere you like."

His hands hovered above you, settling on your waist, lifting your shirt a little. His fingers were cold and you shivered.

"Sorry- I-" he stopped.

"Hey, you're just a little cold," you kissed his cheek and ran your hands over his chest and around his shoulders reassuringly. "I'll let you know if anything feels wrong."

"Promise?"

You nodded and placed his hand back on your waist. His fingers tickled up your sides and you hummed contentedly even though your clothes were getting in the way.

"Want to take it off?" you asked.

You lifted your arms so that he could push the blouse off of you. He cleared his throat at the sight of you, his eyes wider than you had ever seen them, and you could feel yourself melting into his beautiful hands as he touched and touched.

"Can I?" you had started tugging at the hem of his pristine, white shirt.

"Yeah," he replied breathlessly. You helped him out of it, and started tracing the lines of muscle on his arms.

"You're so beautiful," you said and he flushed down to his neck, the way he looked after a long day in the kitchen.

"Well, right back at you," he replied earnestly. "Wh- What should I do next?"

"Kiss my neck?" you proposed. He nodded eagerly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Keep going," you pleaded.

His hair tickled you as he went down your collarbone and the top of your breasts. You trembled with pleasure. This was new to him but also new to you. You had gotten used to men that never asked what you liked - this was different. Nice.

"I'll show you something," you guided Carmy's hands to your back, over the clasp of your bra. "There's a hook back there, feel it?"

"I think so," he furrowed his brows in concentration.

"You bring the sides together and it opens," it took him a couple of tries but he managed. "Good," you praised and Carmy smiled wide, carefully taking it off.

He continued kissing down, noticing how your breath hitched when he got close to your nipples.

"Feels good?" he asked, his breath on your skin hardened your nipples and made you arch your back.

"Yeah," you carded a hand through his hair, keeping him close and moaning when he kissed each side.

His lips and hands roamed all over your chest, so diligently, so thoroughly, that you thought you might come from that alone. Your thighs kept rubbing close together to find some relief. Carmy saw you and placed a hand on your hip.

"Show me," he said.

You took one of his tattooed hands and placed it between your legs, arching into it. His fingers pressed around aimlessly. It wasn't terrible but it wasn't good either.

"I have an idea," you said after a little while. Carmy looked up at you. "Come, let's sit."

He settled with his back to the headboard while you undressed all the way. Then, you sat between his legs, your back to his chest.

"This is nice," Carmy said softly, one of his strong arms surrounding you. You put his hand back between your open legs, his fingers over yours.

"I'm going to touch myself the way I like it," you explained, your index already tracing the outlines of your folds. "And then you try."

Carmy cleared his throat behind you. "Okay."

You closed your eyes, focused on the feeling of Carmy around you - his sculpted chest to your back, his long fingers echoing every move you made, and his breath caressing the side of your face. Carmy's hands were bigger than yours, more calloused - the feeling of them, almost in unison with yours, was making you dizzy.

"Here," both of your middle fingers touched your clit. You moaned. "Here is good."

"I can hear that," he teased.

When your hand moved around, his stayed there, drawing tiny circles on it.

"Oh," you gasped in surprise and pleasure. Your free hand started squeezing at your breast only to be replaced with his other hand. "Fuck," you cursed under your breath as he kept going. "That's good. That's so good. Don't stop."

"Wouldn't dare," he managed to say.

He sounded just as worked up as you were, his breathing laboured. You could feel his nose buried deep in your hair and his erection poking at your back. He started grinding against you, and you leaned into it a little. He groaned.

"Please," he begged.

You reached behind, palming him over his trousers. It was hard to keep a steady pace from that angle and he was already making you lose control but you tried.

"Shit, shit," he fucked into your hand, messy and desperate, every sound from his mouth pushing you over the edge.

"Carmy," you called his name over and over as your orgasm washed over you. It was hot, blinding, and it made it hard to breathe. You realized Carmy had come too once you regained your bearings and found the bit of his trousers you were holding was damp and warm.

He rested his forehead on the side of your face.

"I could die right now," he mumbled, blissed out.

You hummed in agreement. You stayed in content silence for a while, Carmy's arm keeping you close and his thumb caressing your shoulder.

"We can go over the rest next time," you offered.

"I, uh," he shifted where he sat, "I kinda hoped I'd see you when..."

You twisted a little to look at him. He was back to that embarrassed-horny state, cheeks flushed.

"See me...?" you prompted.

"When you came."

"Oh!" you touched his thighs gently. "I mean, if you can go again-"

"Yeah," he chuckled breathlessly. "Yeah. Just give me a minute."

"Alright."

You got up from the bed to rummage through your bedside table for condoms. You placed them by your pillow. When you turned, you found Carmy with his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, one hand caressing his neck and one on his crotch, moaning softly. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. You got back on the bed in front of him, and reached for the closure of his trousers. He stopped abruptly.

"Shhh," you soothed. "Keep going. I'm only taking these off."

"Thanks," he replied.

You took his trousers and boxer briefs off, trying your best to not stop his rhythm. He took his cock in his hand and started caressing the head.

"You look so fucking hot, Carmy." He let out a chuckle and picked up a little speed. "Can I help?" you asked after a while.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to," you said. You moved to kneel beside him and started kissing his neck, mirroring his hand on the other side. Then, you pulled on the hair on his nape. You could feel the vibrations on his throat when he moaned.

"So nice," he said softly.

"What else? Tell me what you'd like me to do."

"Just touch me, please," he echoed your reply from before.

You did. Over his chest, flicking at his nipples, down his stomach following the trail of hair and back up, your nails leaving red lines in their wake. Carmy was already hard again but you still wanted to give him pleasure, so you put your hand next to his on his cock and he groaned.

"Slow, please," he begged.

You moved on the bed until you were between his muscular thighs.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," you said right before you kissed the tip of his cock and made him growl.

You left small pecks wherever his hand couldn't reach - the inside of his thighs, the curls under his navel, and his head again. Then, you licked along his shaft.

"Stop," he pleaded, the veins on his throat were bulging, his hand had stilled completely. "I still want to fuck you."

"Okay," you cupped his face tenderly. There was something vulnerable about him that you had only seen a couple of times. "Had you imagined anything?"

"Uh, not really," he hesitated. "Just you. I want to see you."

"We could do it like this," you proposed, nudging his legs close so that you could straddle him. He was still leaning against the headboard. "Either you or I can take over, so-" you let it float, the reassurance that you were there for him but he could do as much as he was comfortable with.

"Yeah. Sounds- sounds great," he ran his hands over your bare back.

You reached out for the condom beside him.

"May I?" you touched his thigh reassuringly. He nodded. "So, opening these with your teeth looks sexy but it's dumb as fuck because you can break it," you explained, maneuvering the wrapper carefully. Then, you rolled it over his length, his head tilting back with a moan. "There's flavored shit, and textured ones. We can try some later, if you want."

"Later," he smiled, the idea of more nights together but also the need he had for you right now - his pupils were blown.

So you got closer, hovering just above his cock.

"You can use lube too," you whispered. "But I'm soaking for you," Carmy groaned, "so we won't need that right now."

You lined him up to your entrance and lowered yourself slowly, your hands holding his shoulders for support. He felt so right inside of you, filling you up, hurting just enough. His jaw went slack as you took him completely.

"Holy fucking shit," he cursed, head tilted back, exposing his neck so you could lick up and kiss his Adam's apple. He tasted like sweat and sex. "You're killing me."

You grinned devilishly. "I'll start slow."

You started riding him, the pace was almost gentle. He buried his face between your breasts and held you close. You felt safe, cared for, adored. Was this what lovemaking felt like?

Carmy started to leave sloppy kisses on your skin, using his teeth in some of them. You started picking up speed, holding tight to the back of his neck.

"You feel perfect," Carmy said against your skin. "Fucking perfect."

You moaned in response, it sounded whiny and desperate. He seemed to love it, trying to make you repeat that sound by kissing your nipples and touching your clit.

"Jesus, Carmy."

You didn't know how long you'd be able to keep the frantic rhythm you had set, your legs were already shaking. Feeling you falter, he started fucking into you, hard thrusts that hit you just right and made you scream. He stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked, mortified.

"I'm fine, Carmy, I swear. Please, please, keep fucking me," you begged. And he did. And you were becoming more of a mess as he did.

"You're doing so good, Carm. So fucking good. You feel-" you let sweet nothings burst out of your lips. It made him go faster and harder. You wouldn't last long.

"I'm- Carmy, I'm going to come," you mumbled.

"Look at me, please," he ran his hands over your spine, soothing even as he fucked you. His blue eyes searched for yours. "Look at me."

You held his gaze as long as you could, your nails digging into his shoulders and every thrust making it harder to think. All of a sudden, you went slack and fell on him, trembling with pleasure, and seeing stars. A few more thrusts and he came too, biting on your shoulder to drown a scream. You stayed there, breathing hard for a little while.

"Is it always like that?" he asked. His voice was hoarse and his hair was wet with sweat.

"No," you replied. "No, it isn't."

"Good to know," he quipped and you laughed. You untangled yourself from Carmy, leaning back to see him, his droopy eyes and blissful face.

"Fuck," he said. "You are so beautiful."

You traced the curve of his nose with your finger. "Right back at you."

[Part 2]

#this one goes to the girlies that got stuck without ao3 #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmen berzatto fanfiction

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a YouTuber feel uncomfortable? 

Here me out please, before you all make assumptions. 

A couple months ago, I(19F) began following a YouTuber that I quickly began to love. I won’t be saying the YouTuber’s name for the sake of protecting their privacy, obviously. I started to watch their videos(which were mainly about a story that she came up with, featuring her ocs) and enjoyed them all, enjoyed the ocs, too. This YouTuber is a relatively unpopular one, but not so unpopular that they’re obscure or completely unheard of, they’re just not one of the big names in the YouTuber community. I made a few amazing friends due to us being in the same fandom and both enjoying this YouTuber’s content. One day, I decided to write a fanfic for this person’s story featuring her ocs. I uploaded the fic to AO3 and made sure to credit the YouTuber with creating these amazing ocs. I then showed it to my few friends, who all loved the fanfic. However, one day I made the mistake of showing the fic to a mutual friend(now an ex-friend but that’s a topic for another discussion) that me and the YT both share, and she sent the fanfic to the YT without my permission. Now before y’all get up in arms, I didn’t mind at all that she had sent it to the YT, in fact, I actually wanted the YT to see. However I really wish that she had asked me first, because I would have been more than happy to show it to them! Unfortunately, a few days after I sent it to her, my other friend(let’s call her M) showed me an announcement the YT made on her Discord, in which she complained about people writing fanfictions of her ocs and “using” them in her stories without her permission. She also stated that she felt like she was losing control of her story when other people wrote fanfics of it, and that whoever wrote the fanfiction “didn’t understand boundaries”(even though she didn’t have this boundary before and also wrote in the announcement that she used to be okay with fanfics of her work, but now no longer is). I deleted the fanfic the moment I saw the post from my friend, but I was a bit disappointed since I never meant to make her feel uncomfortable and only wanted to show my love and appreciation for her story, and possibly get more people to check out her story as well. Still, I deleted the fanfic from AO3. 

Now, here’s where things get interesting. A while later, I joined the YouTuber’s Discord server, where I met many people that I got along quite well with and quickly befriended. I often engaged in conversations with them about the story, and often drew fanart of my favorite character and posted it to the art channel in the server(she’s okay with fanart of her ocs, just not fanfics). Now is probably a good time to mention that while I was in the Discord server(and even before that) I often talked about the story with my friend on Tumblr(not M, these are two separate friends) who did not have Discord but loved the story just as much as I did. We often talked about the story and how much we enjoyed it, and often came up with jokes and headcanons, basic stuff like that, that any fan would do. Anyway, back to the Discord, one of the rules of the server was not to be disrespectful or rude or malicious towards other people, and another was that if you received two warnings about your behavior in the server then you would be quickly banned from the server and no longer allowed to come back. I understood this and tried to conduct myself to the best of my ability. However, one day, I found myself mysteriously unable to access the server, and when I tried to rejoin, I was again unable to. I found out that the reason I couldn’t access the server was because I had been banned due to “disrespectful behavior”, “engaging in arguments”, and making the YouTuber(who ran the server) uncomfortable. I was confused, because I genuinely don’t remember ever engaging in rude behavior with anyone. The few instances(according to them) in which I had been allegedly rude or disrespectful to people were both genuine misunderstandings, and both times I had apologized for them and did not repeat the behavior. I also did not receive any form of warning before being banned, despite one of the rules being that you will receive two warnings before being banned from the server. Still, I apologized for my alleged hostility and asked if I could come back, however the YouTuber said no, and went on to add that not only was I rude to people in the server(which, again, were both genuine misunderstandings), but that she had seen my Tumblr conversations with my friends in which I talked about her story, and said that she was “wildly uncomfortable” with how “obsessive” I was with it as well as my favorite character in the story. This bewildered me to no end because the YouTuber did not have Tumblr and had never once ever mentioned being on or having access to Tumblr, so I did not expect her to see my posts(and even if she did, I did not expect to get banned for them as they do not violate the rules of the server). It made me wonder why she didn’t just talk to me and explain to me that she was uncomfortable with me posting about her work instead of just banning me altogether and not giving me a chance to defend myself. I ended up sadly and reluctantly deleting all of my posts relating to her story, and requesting my friend to do the same. I told M about this scenario, and she was enraged on my behalf, saying that the YouTuber probably was actually upset about my having written a fanfic for her ocs, and said that she didn’t understand me being called obsessive because I acted like a normal fan would(which I agree with). Some of my other friends have sided with me as well and told me that the YouTuber was acting petty, however some of my friends have taken a middle ground. None of them entirely condemned me, but that may just be because they are biased and don’t want to hurt my feelings. The mutual friend/now ex-friend(of course) merely told me to “self-reflect” and move on from the story. Regardless, the YouTuber now has me blocked, not just on Discord, but on Instagram as well, where I also reside. 

Reasons why I think I might be the asshole: I will admit that I have a tendency to really hyperfixate on things and get especially attached to fictional characters that I adore and resonate with, so I can see why that would make them uncomfortable. That being said… 

Reasons why I think I might not be the asshole: I genuinely wasn’t trying to make this wonderful YouTuber feel uncomfortable or be “obsessive” with the story. I merely wanted to show my appreciation for it in a way that I thought was normal for online fans, which included writing a fanfic, drawing fanart, and geeking out about the story with my friends(admittedly publicly). I had no idea that these actions would turn the YouTuber off, and merely wanted to show how much I enjoyed the story. I also was never rude to anyone in the server and apologized whenever a misunderstanding rose up. I never tried to be aggressive with anyone or cursed anybody out or tried to have arguments with people, so I have no idea where that came from. 

So, what say ye, oh wise people of Tumblr? Am I the asshole or not?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hello my maggots (especially the tumblr maggots whom I haven't seen on Discord recently), I've missed you so much and I'm sorry I haven't been posting the past few days.

It appears I used up all my XP in being a Funny Little Guy and left none for health (I'm not a gamer. I don't know why I tried that joke. The most experience I have with XP is learning Italian on Duolingo).

And I'll probably be taking a break for a few days more. Why?

Well, no, unfortunately, not love.

It's that stupid motherfucker, Tommy the Haematoma of my ankle.

But Asmi, you ask, didn't you fall down the stairs more than a month ago?

Why yes, yes I did. And out of that, two weeks were spent in bedrest/floorrest/whatever you call not being allowed to walk at all.

But thanks to the wonders of our Lord and Saviour Bildaddy, I am now resigned to two more weeks of bedrest.

WELL FUCK YOU TOO, BILDADDY. TO THINK I USED TO HAVE FAITH IN YOU.

But yes. A bloody fracture would have healed sooner than this. But no no no not Tommy and his buddies called weakened and swollen ligaments and heightened nerve sensation (not as catchy as Tommy, are they?) who are here to overstay their welcome like a couple of Indian aunties dropping in during festival time to gossip.

Now, I'm not someone who exercises, okay. Au contraire. I'm more sedentary than the coins that Crowley superglues to pavements.

But I did like being able to at least walk around my room to pick up my art supplies. Or go to the kitchen for a snack without maneuvering a cane (Kaz Brekker era coming up for realsies) (but less sexy and more legless chicken style). I also now can't really go outside unless I'm staying in the car. The car hurts, too. So I have only attempted that once. All hail.

So that is how I have come to be resigned to spending two more weeks (after already spending two) in bedrest and pain during the month before my birthday in the year 2024 of our Lord and Saviour Bastard and Damner Bildaddy.

It does tend to lower morale a bit. And I'm kind of active on the Discord server (I need to be, because otherwise my social interaction comes to a grand net total of 0) (just like the number of times Crowley and Aziraphale talked after Season 2) (ahaha sorry).

But being on Tumblr I feel like I should be making posts and I start getting stressy about notes even though I know I shouldn't. And thus my absence the past few days, and probably for a few days more.

C'est la vie. So it is farewell for now (I say dramatically about a few days break).

But don't worry my maggoty loves, I shall return with chaos. As usual. And I'll still be on Discord unless the pain gets really bad. I love love love love love you so much.

At the end of 2023 I wished so bad that I wouldn't be alone anymore and now I'm not. And so neither are any of you. Like that meme said, we're not a fandom, we're a deeply unwell family. Applies both to the Good Omens fandom and to my own. My fans are rather more incestuous, but that's part of our, er, charm.

Sending you all the hugs and forehead kisses and love that you're okay with. I'll see you soon.

Meanwhile, I want you to promise to cause chaos on my behalf. Keep the Good Omens tag trending. Make cursed headcanons. Try not to murder anyone. Byebye, my little maggoty fly larvae.

#good omens #good omens fandom #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #crowley #bildaddy #the little fuck #life update #taking a break #fuck you tommy #i love you maggots #why? love. #neil gaiman

[rainbow-nerdss]

let me show you (you can show me)

Written for @augustwritingchallenge day 21 - Coaches Buddie, 2.1k Read on AO3

Eddie came out a month ago, and Buck can’t figure out what’s holding him back. He said he wanted to date, but he won’t put himself out there, no matter how many times Hen has offered to take him out to a gay bar, or Buck’s volunteered to watch Christopher.

Buck has never offered to take him out, and he tells himself it’s just because he’s the best option to watch Chris.

Once again, Eddie is spending a friday night at home, with Buck, drinking beers and watching a movie, instead of going out. 

“Alright, man, talk to me.” Buck turns to face Eddie on the couch. 

Eddie frowns. “We’ve been talking all day, what do you mean?”

“What’s up with you? A month ago, you came out, and you said you were ready to start putting yourself out there.”

Eddie clears his throat, averting his eyes. “Ah, that.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t ready, you know. If you don’t want to date, you don’t have to. Just let us know, and we’ll stop.” 

Eddie’s quiet for a moment, then he sets his beer down with a sigh. “It’s not that,” he says, finally. Buck waits for him to elaborate.

“I want… I do want to date. I want… all of it, you know? It’s just— remember when you said I was bad at dating, because I haven’t done it much?”

“Eddie, that was a joke! And I’m pretty sure we’ve established that wasn’t the real reason you were bad at dating women.” Buck nudges Eddie with his toe, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, sure, but at least I had some idea what I was doing there. With men, I don’t— I mean, I’ve never…”

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Buck finishes for him. Eddie sighs and flops back on the couch.

“Yeah, basically.”

“It’s okay to have a few terrible dates while you figure things out, Eddie. You don’t have to be good at everything right away.”

“Okay, but embarrassing myself in front of a total stranger isn’t my idea of a good time, Buck. I’d rather just stay home, like tonight.”

And Eddie looks so genuinely worried about it, so hurt, that Buck has to do something. Offer something, to help Eddie out.

“What if you could practice with someone who isn’t a stranger?”

And that’s how Buck finds himself, a week later, sitting across from Eddie in an intimate little restaurant. 

On a date. 

A practice date, but still a date.

He’d gone all out, even though this was supposed to be Eddie’s chance to practice woo-ing. He wants Eddie to expect the best in return, after all. So he got himself dressed up, putting his best foot forward, and he’s going to make this good.

The thing is, he’s beginning to realize that whatever Eddie’s hang-up is when it comes to dating, it’s nothing to do with his actual ability to woo a prospective partner. 

Eddie is… Charming. He picked Buck up, with a bouquet of flowers in hand, and looking fucking incredible. If he wasn’t Buck’s best friend, well… 

Now, sitting together in a little booth, close enough for their knees to touch under the table, Buck is struggling to remember he’s supposed to be coaching Eddie. It should be normal — like when they sit across from each other in the engine, on their way to a call, or any number of times when they’ve eaten out together, both one on one or with Chris or the team.

Except, Eddie presses his leg against Buck’s purposefully, rather than just an accidental brush, and he holds out his fork for Buck to taste the pasta he’d ordered, rather than gesturing for Buck to help himself to his plate, and when Buck talks, Eddie meets his eyes, holding his attention in a way that feels intentional. 

“How am I doing?” Eddie asks, when the server brings out their desserts. 

“I don’t know why you were worried,” Buck admits. “You’re probably one of the best dates I’ve had in a while.”

“Really?” Eddie takes a bite of his brownie, breaking from the flirty mask he’s been wearing all night to look pleased with himself.

Eddie insists on paying. “I picked the restaurant, you can pay next time.” He winks, and Buck momentarily forgets that this is part of the practice, and not Eddie actually suggesting a second date. 

“So,” Eddie says, leaning against the truck out in the parking lot. “I sort of have a confession to make."

Buck frowns, but leans next to him. "Okay, let's hear it."

"I don't actually think I needed help with that part. If I actually want a date to go well, I know I can."

"Then, why—"

"You offered, and I figured why turn down an opportunity to practice," Eddie shrugs.

Buck laughs through his nose. Eddie, who has struggled so much in the past to accept help he so sorely needs, for him to go along with this just because Buck offered…

"What do you mean by that part?" Buck asks, the words catching on his mind.

Eddie pushes away from the side of the truck, and he's already halfway to the passenger side door when he replies, with just a "huh?"

"You said you didn't need help with that part," Buck repeats. "What part do you need help with?" 

Buck gets in the driver's seat, but he doesn't put the key in the ignition.

"No part you'd want to help with." Eddie shrugs.

Buck… can't think of anything he wouldn't want to help Eddie with.

"Try me," he says. He's offered to be Eddie's coach when it comes to dating men—something he, admittedly, doesn't have all that much experience in, but he'd been good at it once. He wasn't going to back down.

Eddie faces him with a wide-eyed expression. "Really?" He asks.

Buck shrugs. "Can't hurt to ask." He starts the truck and starts driving towards Eddie's.

"It's… whatever comes next. Dates are fine, they're whatever. But, you know… I have a good time on a date, he has a good time, we're driving home… what then?"

Buck feels chest construct for a moment, realizing what Eddie's referencing.

"Well, you see how it goes." Buck keeps his eyes on the road, but it's not a long drive. "First thing is to figure out what you want to happen next."

They pull into the driveway.

"What if I want him to walk me to the door?" Eddie asks.

"Then you ask him. He might get certain ideas, though."

Eddie unbuckles his seatbelt. "And what if I want him to get those ideas?" He asks, opening the car door and stepping out.

It's a hypothetical, Buck reminds himself, but the images come to mind anyway. Eddie, kissing some strange guy goodbye, inviting him in for a night cap, kissing him again, in the kitchen where Buck cooks breakfast. Taking him by the hand, leading him past the living room, past the couch Buck's slept on so many times, into the bedroom.

"You coming in, Buck?" Eddie asks from the door. Buck turns off the engine and follows him inside.

Eddie pours himself a glass of water, and offers one to Buck.

"So, you… this date… when he walks you to your door, what do you want to happen next?" Buck asks, though he isn't sure he wants to know the answer. 

"Well, that depends, I guess." Eddie sits down at the island.

"On what?" Buck asks.

"Well, is Chris home with… someone watching him? Or is he staying somewhere else?"

Buck downs his water. "Great point. Only so much you can do if Chris is here with me."

"Could be someone else with Chris," Eddie points out. "You could be busy."

"As if I'd let anything get in the way of being able to interrogate your dates," Buck snorts. Eddie just shrugs.

"If it's like tonight, though? And it's with someone I actually like, after a really good date?" Eddie gestures around him at the empty house. "Well, I know what I would want to happen. I just don't know how to get there. Or what to do."

Buck feels… warm, all of a sudden. He wonders if the AC is on the fritz again. He shrugs out of the jacket he'd been wearing.

"You need help making a move?" Buck double checks.

"I guess so." 

"Well, this is a good start," Buck gestures between them. "Getting him inside the house. Of course, when it's not me he might not be so easy. You'd probably have to offer the night cap first."

"Good advice," Eddie says through a smile. "And then?"

"Well, you want to make your intentions clear," Buck starts. He gestures Eddie over, pointing to the stool next to him, pulling it just a little closer. When Eddie sits there, they're close. It's like at the restaurant, but they don't have a table between them. Buck leans in, under the guise of resting an arm on the island. "Proximity helps with that."

Eddie hums. "What about this?" He asks, resting his own arm next to Buck's, putting his hand on Buck's arm.

"Yeah, that's… that's pretty good," Buck confirms. "You should be able to tell if he's into it from here, and you can… well, maybe start with a kiss."

Buck’s eyes flick down to Eddie’s lips, without conscious thought, and he catches sight of Eddie’s tongue flicking out, playing over his lower lip.

For a moment, he thinks Eddie will do it, that he’ll follow through, and this will all go from hypothetical to real. Instead, Eddie sits back, averting his eyes to stare at his glass. 

Buck is surprised by how disappointed he is at the loss

“Sorry, I… Sorry.” Eddie’s voice is thick with… something. “And if the kiss goes well?”

Buck clears his throat, reminding himself of the purpose of all of this. He’s being a good friend, coaching Eddie through — oh, shit.

He doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to help Eddie feel comfortable dating men, because he wants to date Eddie.

“If the kiss goes well, I think the two of you will be able to figure the rest out for yourselves. You’ll be fine, Eddie.”

Buck stands, bringing his glass to the sink. “I should head home.”

He turns to face Eddie again, who is still frowning at his empty glass. And Buck… he can’t go. No matter how his world just turned upside down, he can’t just leave when Eddie looks like that.

“Eds, look at me.” Buck crosses back over to him, meeting Eddie’s eyes when he looks up again. Buck takes his seat beside Eddie again.

“I told you I was bad at this,” Eddie tries to joke, but the laughter he tries to force doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Trust me, you aren’t,” Buck says. “In fact, I think maybe you’re too good at it.”

Eddie frowns, then Buck catches a glint in his eye. “Why were you going to leave?” he asks.

Buck shrugs. “It’s just… It’s getting late. I figured you’d want to rest.”

Eddie shakes his head with a laugh, and this time, it’s real. “You were the wrong person to ask for help with this, Buck.”

Buck puts a hand over his heart. “What? Why?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You’re supposed to be teaching me how to impress a date,” he says. 

“And we’ve established you needed very little help in that department,” Buck counters. Though, now he wonders how much of that was Eddie’s talent at dating, and how much was just Buck not realizing how head-over-heels he’s been for him all along.

“Maybe, but you said you’d help with making a move, too.”

“I don’t think you’ll need much help there, either,” Buck tries to argue.

“Well, then let me give you some advice,” Eddie suggests. He stands up, reaches out for Buck with a hand on his shoulder. 

Buck swallows, looking up at Eddie. “What advice?”

“If you want someone, you should at least ask, rather than assuming you’re the only one who wants it.”

Eddie steps closer, putting himself between Buck’s legs. Buck’s own hands come to rest on Eddie’s waist. “How’d you figure that one out?” he asks, breathless.

“Well, I kept something to myself once, and then I started to think the feeling might be mutual.”

“What happened then?” Buck asks, pulling Eddie closer. Eddie’s arm moves from his shoulder to wrap around him properly, and Buck knows what’s going to happen next before it does. Eddie dips his head down, capturing Buck’s lips in a kiss.

Buck may have only figured out how he felt a matter of minutes ago, but the moment their lips touch, he knows this is it. He’s done for, and if kissing Eddie Diaz is the only thing he does for the rest of his life, he’ll be happy. 

#my fic #au gust 2023 #au gust fills #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck/eddie

[pachu09]

MadaTobi

Superstition

Madara knew his eyebrows were twitching crazily for the last few minutes. He knew without looking that the Elders and Izuna had been eyeing him skeptically for at least close to an hour now. He gritted his teeth and endured their pointed stares. He didn't want to ruin this joyous day with his temper flaring.

" He looks very beautiful. Just like you my Wife. I am pleased to know we have another Omega in the family. " he gently cup his beloved Wife's blushing cheeks. He knew his Omega is quite please at his praise. It almost made Madara forgot the pointed stares at his back.

" Aren't you gonna greet your nephews, Izuna?. " Tobirama confusedly ask his Brother in law. He gently rock the twin babes in his arms who started to fuss about.

Madara nearly snarled, because the face his brother is wearing is starting to make his Wife anxious.

" Don't worry. I find that he's very very cute, Tobira. I'm just disappointed that it took at least four children before you gave birth to him. " Izuna answered with a loud disappointed sigh...

Tobirama stares; utterly confused at what his Brother in Law is talking about.

" What do you mean by th— " Tobirama didn't even finished his question because his Husband had managed to tackle his brother and had proceeded to violently kick him out of their private rooms.

The Uchiha Elders only shook their heads and muttered amongst themselves. Even with their hurried leaving, they managed to respectfully says their wishes and greetings to their Matriarch.

Tobirama blinks confusedly at the retreating Elders. He turns to Hikaku. The man looked like he's the only one who still had his sanity intact.

" What was that all about, Hikaku–san?. " he asked his friend.

Hikaku scratches his cheek in embarrassment.

" Well, the short explanation is...the Uchiha had a superstition that when an Omega birthed a child that looks like them; it means he/she had enjoyed the sex far more than their Alpha or Beta Mate. "

Tobirama looked stump. He looked down at his youngest child who definitely resembles him a lot. From his skin coloring and to the pale tuft of hair on his head. He really looked like a mini clone of him. The largest difference is...his youngest had the typical black eyes of an Uchiha.

" Surely, you're joking?. " Tobirama felt feint at that insinuation. But Hikaku's embarrassed look and avoidance of his eyes tells him the man is telling the truth.

~●~●~

Courtesy of this plot..I posted long ago from the Nart Art server.

There's this weird superstition in my country where if a child of the couple looks like the Mother. Then it means that the Mother enjoyed the sex ( at that time ) far more than the Father.

Apply this to Alpha Madara and Omega Tobirama in an A/B/O AU and out of their 5 children only one got Tobirama's looks.

I can just imagine the sheer despair Madara would feel if the Uchiha Clan had this kind of Superstition...🤣😂

#madatobi #uchiha madara #senju tobirama #uchiha izuna #uchiha hikaku #founders ficlet #poor madara #poor tobirama #well maybe madara more cause the whole Uchiha clan had been judgementally eyeing him because of their childrens looks #tobirama will need to get over his embarassment #he also needs to give madara another child that looks like him #just saying #😏🤭😗 #amsen writes

[coldmori]

conclusion on impersonation situation:

edit, basic rundown of what happened:

today i saw a post that looked like it was mine but had no recolection of making at all, this made me spiral (i talk about why i sprialed in next indent) since there was another post from a few days ago that i also didnt remeber making that someone asked me about ("you said bluntmori was canon" ask)

clicking on the profile was confusing since the format was the exact same if you didnt look closely at some words so it took me a while to figure out what the fuck was actually happening, and by then i was already sprialing

after making a callout post and some good friends making several asks to them to stop impersonating someone on a discord server confessed that they had impersonated me as a joke (the joke being that they would say things so uncharacteristic to me that you'd know they're a fake account, but not meant to serve hate towards me or mock me in any way)

impersonation blog has been deleted

imperssionation blog was not an actual attempt to steal my identitiy, rather a really poorly executed joke

impersonator have me an apology on discord, which i thought was acceptable and genuine

i am okay mentally

i have been calming down for a bit, the identity crisis has been sorted

i now less paranoid about my memory now that i know another person had posted those and that my memory isnt slipping

some may ask about the memory issues:

i have shit memory but because its litteraly impossible to get diagnosed with anything these days by a medical perfessional i only have specualtion as to why (and i do not know my family history)

leading theory is adhd

ive been concerned with my memory since ive noticed a decline (or possibly just paranoia + stress i am not sure) and i felt very scared when i had seen a post that looked like it was from me but i did not remeber making, since i usually have vauge memory of all posts

and my anxiety is relived knowing that his person did not have malace or was not using my "fame" to redirect to any of their social medias ex: linking their own kofi/patreon/youtube channel/tumblr/etc.

dispite feeling better i still will need time

coldmori will be on hiatus for a small while and i will mainly be off the internet

dont harrass the impersonator

#coldmori #{❄️} no spoilers #{❄️} behind the scenes #{❄️} unrelated to coldmori

[delta-orionis]

i wanna hear about the simon aroace beam pls

(Tumblr is apparently trying to silence me because this is the second time I'm writing out this answer. Anyway.)

I already made a post about my aroace Simon headcanons several years ago, but I'm more than happy to talk about it again. (Also I'm not sure if you specifically ever beat SOMA, so you're probably unfamiliar with some of the points I made in the aforementioned post. I'll do my best to explain.)

(Continued under the cut)

Simon is an interesting character because he's an everyman. I often joke about how he's Just Some Guy who's having the worst day ever. He's had a pretty average life (aside from the recent loss of his friend and traumatic brain injury), and it doesn't come up often in the text of the game. He brings it up sometimes, but it isn't the focus of his dialogue. He was thrust from an unremarkable life in 2015 into Undersea Robot Hell and is forced to make some serious decisions about the fate of the human race, so he has other priorities.

His characterization as an everyman combined with the fact that we don't actually know a lot about his life before the events of SOMA make Simon a very easy character to project your own experiences onto. This makes him a good fit for a video game protagonist because it makes it easy for the player to relate to him. It also means that it's easy to fill in the blanks of his characterization with your own ideas. I've personally seen lots of different interpretations of his gender and sexuality; I've seen people headcanon him as straight, gay, bisexual, etc etc. His gender is also an entire can of worms; I've seen people make compelling arguments that he's a trans man, a trans woman, and even nonbinary and agender.

Anyway... this was all preface for my thesis that Simon is aroace. The easy explanation is that I, an aroace person, find it easy to project my own experiences on to him in a way that makes sense to me. I've talked to a few other aroace SOMA fans about this, and they've agreed. (This is what I mean by the aroace beam. I simply enjoy headcanoning characters I like as aroace, because I, too, am aroace. I'm hitting them with my beam attack. Metaphorically. I've now rendered the joke unfunny by explaining it.)

(Side note- there's a running joke in the SOMA server I run that many SOMA fans are asexual. There certainly are a number of them in that specific server, however this also might be confirmation bias, because I haven't done a fandom-wide survey or anything like that. It also might be because I promote the server heavily on my blog, and as an openly aroace person, I probably have a statistically significant amount of aspec followers who are then compelled to join the server I help run. More research is required, I guess.)

The longer explanation for this headcanon is that, within the text of the game, Simon doesnt' appear to be very concerned with sex or romance.

In the dream sequence at the beginning of the game, Simon tells Ashley he wants to tell her something, and she responds with "please don't make this weird". A lot of people tend to interpret this as Simon working up the courage to tell Ashley he has a crush on her. The scene ends abruptly before this can be confirmed. However, there are a few unused voice lines in the game files that extend the scene a bit. Simon was originally supposed to say "I'm sorry" to Ashley before the dream ended. This implies that he wanted to apologize to her for involving her in the car accident that ended her life, not confess a crush.

There is another dream sequence later in the game, the context being that Simon is under the influence of the WAU and is being shown an idealized version of his life. He sees Ashley, alive and standing in his apartment, where she declares that the two of them are in love. Simon seems confused about this and wakes up shortly after.

I will admit that this scene implies he has romantic feelings for her. However, in the post I made a few years ago, I talked about how a common experience for a lot of aroace people is not being able to distinguish between different types of attraction and how this can lead to aces convincing themselves that they have a crush on someone when what they really desire is a platonic relationship:

I think what sells it the most for me is that, during the dream sequence with Ashley, when Ashley tells him that they’re a couple, he sounds confused. You could interpret this as general confusion (he doesn’t know how Ashley is suddenly alive again or why they’re suddenly in a relationship), but I like to think that he’s conflicted about his feelings for her. He knows he wants to be close to her, but he’s not sure if being a romantic couple is exactly what he wants. If the dream sequence is supposed to be an idealized scenario, then why is he conflicted about the thing he supposedly wants?

Simon strikes me as the type of guy who isn’t super informed about LGBT stuff. He probably knows a little bit about general LGBT stuff, but maybe hasn’t learned about asexuality, or he doubts that it could apply to him. He might think that, because he wants to be close with Ashley, that the next logical step would be a romantic relationship, even if his feelings are actually just platonic. (I know from personal experience growing up asexual that I would sometimes invent crushes on people, when in reality my feelings were just platonic and I actually just wanted to be their friend. From what I’ve heard, this is a common experience for a lot of aro and ace people from before they learned about asexuality/aromanticism.)

I recognize that this interpretation might be bending canon a bit. Occam's razor would imply that he simply has a romantic crush on Ashley, but that's no fun.

SOMA is a game that is, overall, pretty uninterested in exploring romantic or sexual relationships. It also features two main characters of different genders (Simon and Catherine) who develop a strong platonic relationship over the course of the game. I, personally, find it a breath of fresh air, especially when a lot of science fiction and cyberpunk stories have a heavy emphasis on sex. (I'm definitely not bitter about all the weird sexism present in cyberpunk novels like Neuromancer, for example...)

I suppose it makes sense, then, that the game would have a sizeable amount of aroace fans. I personally think there is something inherently queer about the game- although not explicit in the text, transhumanist stories like SOMA can be read as metaphors for queer experiences. Questioning one's identity and humanity is something that a lot of LGBT people do on a regular basis, so it makes perfect sense that they would relate to a character from a game exploring those topics, albeit through a science fiction lens.

Anyway. Very, very long story short, I hit Simon with my aroace beam attack because I think it's fun. He means a lot to me and I like thinking about him.

(Don't get me started on what I think about his gender. He's got so much going on in that department and absolutely no time to come to terms with it all. That's a post for another day.)

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, I hope you enjoyed reading, etc etc. I'm going to go back to rotating Simon in my brain now.

#asks #girlfriendsofthegalaxy #exploding tumblr with my mind because it deleted the original version of this post #anyway this is 1.2k words. enjoy #soma #soma game #simon jarrett

[pommunist]

Very unsure if you saw what was happening with Baghera and the mistranslation that spread with her, Antoine and a few other FR CCs (I don’t remember who else was in the convo, I think Mythos was there, but very very unsure my apologies :(( ). But after viewing the clip and revisiting the topic several times on my own, the “joke”/“comment” to add a translator to TDLSMP if they revamp the server wasn’t supposed to be in a negative light and was most likely a positive call back to the translator feature of QSMP. Which, ngl, would be awesome to see happen cause I (and probably many others) would love to view more French content become widely accessible with translation plugins.

People heavily took it out of context due to the english updates fan account for Bagz due to the admins of the account only clipping that section of the conversation and adding “/j” to Baghera’s comment about a translator, which was in bad taste, especially since there was no context added nor explanation as to what they were actually referring to in the clipped section. And due to the mass hate and/or confusion of many viewers, the updates account ultimately removed it (I went back several times to verify if it was in the account and if they had added context but saw that it was just scrapped and removed with no further explanation).

After the events of the mistranslation from the updates account, plus Baghera even coming onto twitter to explain herself, many French fans took their time to explain what happened properly (I gratefully thank them for this cause it actually helped many who were confused about the mistranslation from the updates account) and a space was even made by Spanish speaking fans to further explain the error that was created from the mistranslation with the help of a French viewer named Dune, and the host of the space even tried to mellow out any angry listeners with the saying "All the CCs are friends, stop assuming the worst and any issues that they have with each other is sorted behind closed doors. We don't know them, they know each other better than we as viewers do because they are friends." [Rough translation of what the host said but hopefully I stated it clearly]

All-in-all, unfortunate circumstances occurred thanks to mistranslation, but a majority of the community is trying to be better and actually hear each other out, but sadly the minority that is full of blind hate is the loudest and puts down the worst image for the rest. :( -Anon 💫

OH YES I SAW THAT AND I SURE WISH I DIDNT 😭

I couldn’t believe people were upset about that, even if it had been a joke it’s not even like it was anything bad or negative ?

Just a full on hate train on Baghera for saying it would be great to have a translator if they ever brought their smp back. Don’t even wanna discuss what was said about her and other french ccs because it’s just disgusting. The fact that french qsmptwt users had to go around trying to explain to everyone that it wasn’t anything bad and that people shouldn’t harass baghera for it, especially when you have no context/don’t know the language…. I wouldn’t have that kind of patience 🫡

Only good thing is that it gave me the opportunity to feed my blocklist /hj

And that once again seeing the great Frasil alliance in action made me so happy 🇧🇷🫂🇫🇷

Isn’t it nice to see that when the admins situation isn’t enough to drive away all ccs and fans alike, the Quackity fans will make sure to make the qsmp space inhabitable for anyone who stayed ! /sarc Between this and the bullying of Sunny’s admin two days ago they sure are on a run lately.

Note : If anyone is confused about what TDLsmp is, it’s the name fans came up with to talk about a minecraft server Antoine, Baghera, Etoiles and others french ccs played on for a little while I think two years ago ?

TDL means Team du Lundi aka Monday Team, and it refers to their friend group who stream every monday together on different multiplayer games (Lethal Company, Worms, Golf Gang, and many many more).

The server was vanilla and just a way to play Minecraft together, nothing special really, but it was very very fun to watch ! And so yesterday they talked about the possibility of it returning, but modded this time, and maybe with a translator so their international viewers can watch and understand it !

If you’re interested :

Baghera’s vods :

Antoine’s best of (if you wanna catch up quickly by watching only the best moments) :

Etoiles’ vods :

#save me team du lundi sur minecraft save me #it’s not translated but youtube’s auto translation goes a long way #if you can move past it constantly translating etoiles name to stars

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 2: Sugar Mama

Vanessa checked her watch as her heels clicked down the street, a Cartier tankard that was a gift from her father for finishing undergrad. The Bear was just closing down between lunch and dinner service, and she was sure she’d be able to catch Carm for a few minutes.

Her meetings had wrapped up early that day, and after sending her employees home to enjoy the beautiful weather, she thought she could swing by and see her favorite chef for just a short while. He’d no doubt be at the restaurant until late, and their schedules hadn’t lined up in a few days.

Late night and early-morning kisses seemed to be the current pattern. He’d schlep over a few nights a week to sleep in her bed and watched as she got ready in the morning. She hoped the two coffees in her hands would sweeten her odds.

Peeking her head inside the glass door, she couldn’t hear much outside of the kitchen, which had The Fratellis playing loudly – a sure sign the crew was cleaning up between shifts.

“Nessie girl!” She was spotted immediately upon pushing through the half door to the back of house.

“Hi Richie,” she greeted with a warm smile.

“Nessie, how come we never see your angelic figure gracing our doors anymore?” Richie asked, pretending to take an arrow to the chest as he ambled toward her.

“I know, work’s got me so busy these days,” she replied, leaning into his side as he squeezed her in a tight hug. Richie was always overly friendly with Vanessa, mostly because he knew it made Carmen’s skin prickle, but also because he found her incredibly attractive.

“Hi Ness!” Sydney called from the other side of the expo.

“Hi Syd,” Vanessa called back. She loved Syd – a lot. Syd cared about Carmen in a way that he really needed at the restaurant and she firmly believed they pushed one another to be the best they could be. That, and Syd was usually the reason Carm would get a few nights off each month.

“Nessie, when you gonna stop it with this corporate bullshit and come join us in the mud, huh?” Richie asked, walking her through the kitchen and further from Carmen’s office.

“Come on, Rich, you know I’m the sugar mama in this relationship,” she winked. It was true, Vanessa made a very comfortable living as the Vice President of Marketing for a well to do firm in the city, but she also came from family money – something she never took for granted. “Someone’s gotta keep my baby in those vintage Levi’s and stocked with Wusthofs,” she joked – she only learned what Wusthofs were after meeting Carmen over a year ago.

“I’m just saying, business is booming, the new spot is burnin’ up the review pages,” Richie shrugged. “Maybe we could use some new marketing, huh?” He asked.

“You know what, you make an excellent point,” she said as they rounded the corner, Carmen’s office door in sight. “Let me bring it up with the big boss and see what he says,” Vanessa winked, hip-checking the office door and only mildly surprising Carmen at his desk. He thought he could hear his staff singing his girlfriend’s praises.

“Miss honey, you’ve been talking to the big boss,” Richie spread his arms. Vanessa wiggled her finger at the tall man just before the door could close behind her.

“Hi baby,” she greeted. Carmen had abandoned the few items on his desk, his chair turned to face her with a smug grin on his face. Vanessa clicked right over, settling herself between his spread legs, perched to the side on one of his thighs. “Coffee?” She offered, holding up the paper cup. Black, just like he preferred.

“How lucky am I?” He asked, taking the cup, but kissing her first. “What’s Richie on about now?” He took a long pull of the hot coffee.

“Wants me to quit my job to come be a topless server,” she replied casually, taking a sip of her caffeine-free tea.

“What?” Carmen’s eyes popped open, Vanessa let out a tinkling laugh.

“Just kidding,” she grinned. God he loved her smile. He nipped at her side with his free hand.

“Finish up early today?” He asked. She crossed her outer leg over the other, leaning fully against his upper body.

“Yes, the weather was too stunning to be at the office,” she sighed. “Wanted my team to go enjoy it for once.”

“What a nice boss lady,” Carmen replied.

“We’re not curing cancer, it’s marketing,” she shrugged. “Soon we’ll be in the hell of winter and cutting out early won’t be nearly as fun.”

“Maybe we can take a trip this winter,” Carmen said, brushing an errant bang away from Vanessa’s face.

“A trip?” She asked, eyes lighting up. In 15 months of dating, the pair had yet to take a trip together and she was dying to get him out of that apron for more than 24 hours. Though she did really love the sight of him in that blue apron. “To where?” She asked, raking a hand through his curls.

He loved when her nails were freshly manicured.

“Somewhere warm? We can drink out of coconuts and get sunburns on our ass?” She suggested excitedly.

“I’d never let you burn those cheeks, baby,” he grinned. She tightened her hold on his hair, tugging his head back just harshly enough to send a warning bell down to his cock.

“Want me to plan something?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at her boyfriend, who, at this time, would do just about anything she asked.

“How about February?” He suggested, “that’s usually about the time I start really hating winter.”

“Valentine’s Day,” she grinned viciously. “I’d just die to be on a beach with you for Valentine’s Day,” Vanessa simpered, running a hand up his chest.

“Book it,” he grinned, blue eyes scanning her stunning face. He loved seeing her happy. “I don’t care if I gotta pay Syd triple, we’re going.” Carmen insisted.

Vanessa tucked her heels under her, dragging her hand back down Carmen’s chest as she stood to her full height.

“I’ll go book the trip,” she said airily. “You enjoy dinner service…” She trailed, “and I’ll send you some pics of which bikinis I plan to bring with me.” Leaning down, she pressed a long kiss to the corner of Carmen’s mouth before collecting her coffee cup and pulling the office door open.

“Bye, chef,” she blew a kiss, the door closing behind her.

Carmen ran his hand down his face before dropping his head back against the chair.

February felt a lifetime away.

#carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x ofc #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy the bear #carmy smut #carmy fluff #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: nibbleinephym

our interviewee is @nibblelinephym (known in 2020/2021 as severely-nearsighted). here is a copy/pasted transcript of the questions and answers!

(if these posts are too long, please let me know, and i'll incorporate a cutoff in the future!)

Q: What do you remember most fondly about ‘Early MCYTblr’? (2020-2021)

A: i think im most fond of how tight-knit the community felt in the 'early days' honestly? dont get me wrong seeing it grow and new creators bring even more people in has been wonderful but theres just something about a smaller fandom that feels nice. we were never by any means a Small fandom but we're a Lot bigger now than we were just a few years ago!

Q: I understand that you were the face of Silverfish2020 (winner of the first MCYTblr elections). What was your experience in the elections themselves like?

A: first, clarifying; unfortunately silverfish2020 was Not the winner of the first election; that was quotes2020, represented by mcyt-quotes (who i believe has since changed urls? apologies but im not sure what their current one is or if theyre still active at all ^^;) by exactly four votes -- for me the elections were a lot of fun! when they were first starting up i wasn't sure if i wanted to join, since there were a Lot of people involved already and i hadn't really solidified myself as part of the community yet (i think i was still almost exclusively a musical blog back in the first days of it, not multifandom, which is so wild to think about tbh). im really glad i did though, i met some truly amazing people through the event that i still talk with to this day :] everything felt very fast paced at the time, especially since the discord was almost always going at blink-and-youll-miss-it speeds; you had to be Constantly in there if you wanted to participate in conversation. i remember whenever someone joined the server there would be a mob of people from different parties trying to convince them to side with theirs. surprisingly, that tactic worked pretty well for a lot of parties. i vividly remember that there was usually a pause of activity in the general server when results were being posted and a boom when they were all out. it was overall just a generally pretty positive environment from what i remember

Q: You were also a contestant in the MCYTblr ‘Friend or Host’ for Paint (adhddream). What do you remember of it?

A: friend or host was great! i wasnt in the competition long (iirc i was one of the first five out??? i dont actually remember how many contestants there were for the round but i know i was pretty early ^^;) but paint seemed really chill, it was just a nice little thing that we did for fun at love or hosts peak. i remember the discord stream of it didnt exactly go very well -- there was an issue with the visuals i think? so it might have been only audio. but im not entirely sure about that, it didnt really stick in my mind as well as other things from that era.

Q: What was the roleplay for Silverfish2020 like? 

A: the silverfish roleplay was very,, im not sure what the best word for it would be. chaotic maybe. there were a lot of things going on there just because there were a lot of things going on in the elections roleplay as a whole. we really leaned into the cult thing when the jokes started and it just kinda spiraled from there. in the beginning we toyed with the idea of a chestburster type thing living inside of the party members but it never really went anywhere despite how much we talked about it in our private discord,, instead we just focused on the party being a sort of hivemind. they lived in a stronghold under a dead forest and would try to get others to listen to 'the buzz' (like. insect buzzing. except if you listened to it long enough youd start hearing promises of a new family and respect and power and shit like that). one of our party members, shard (@shardofsun) was very thorough with all of her lore, going so far as to make detailed plans in a notebook of hers. the roleplay extended throughout the other elections as well (if you ignore the third and only through past lifetimes in the fourth) and is still partially going on now!

Q: You’ve been consistently keeping a list of all ‘kinnie’ (content creator imposter) blogs. Which ones stood out to you?

A: i think one of the imposter blogs that stood out most to me was definitely iamdreamwastaken (who eventually moved to tmblrdream) just because they were very interactive and took all the shit we sent them in stride. i also really liked the timedeo imposter despite never watching any of timedeos stuff. just thought they were cool. honourable shoutout to the eret and nihachu imposters too they rocked

Q: What are the biggest blogs you can remember? What was your impression of them?

A: the biggest blogs i can remember are probably gnfkitten [braveboyhalo] back when cat was the only one on the blog, adhddream, hearty-an0n(maybe not a Big one?? but very active and in a Lot of peoples inboxes from what i saw) and wooteena. there are definitely more urls i remember like georgeeehd (i think?) and wormweeb but i dont think i followed georgeeehd and i cant remember a whole lot of wormweebs stuff apart from the infertility post so i cant accurately answer for them ^^; wooteena was an acquaintance of mine; we didnt talk a whole lot but we were mutuals for a while. they were always pretty chill, despite the fact there were people out there shipping them with a friend of theirs?? ive always had huge respect for them just because they had the energy to deal with shit like that. i was friends with gnfkitten and hearty-an0n, at the very least in a 'wave at each other on the street' way, and i have really fond memories of the both of them :] hearty is still active, they post about sports these days from what i see on my dash, but im not sure if cat is despite gnfkitten being active as a group blog. adhddream always seemed really cool! my memory of their blog isnt super clear but i know i really liked seeing them on my dash back in the day. since this is tumblr i have no way of knowing if any of these people were actually Big Blogs but it definitely seemed like they were to me at the time haha

Q: What was the most insane piece of fandom drama you can remember from early MCYTblr? Did you participate?

A: i dont actually remember a whole lot of fandom drama from that time honestly. i tended to stay in my bubble of mutuals and other people i followed so it rarely ever crossed my dash. i was like ,, 15-16 at the time so fandom drama stressed me wayyyyy out, i tried my best to avoid it. the only stuff i can really remember at all was people fighting about whether or not it was okay to ship the characters from the dream smp and if shipping the characters was the same as shipping the players, but i never participated in any of the discourse from what i can recall

Q: Is there anything else you want to mention or that you want to be written down and remembered?

A: nope! though im happy to clarify on anything stated here if needed or answer any other questions that may arise :]

#Early MCYTblr Interviews #Volume 1 #nibbleinephym

[holistic-alcoholic]

This is a fill for today's WI Server Pride Prompt Party prompt, In the Closet.

Rating: T Pairing: winteriron Tags: established relationship, dimension travel, softness & love

The morning was the best part of the day, Tony thought and then immediately laughed at himself. If anyone had told him that only five years ago, he’d laugh at their faces. Then he would stop and laugh some more, for good measure. His hate for mornings was more prominent in the past, in those first few years after following Bucky into the closet and finding out that Narnia wasn’t as good of a deal as the children's book implied. Not that it was similar in any kind to Narnia, this world, apart from the entry point. He used to grumble about it, Tony did, during the first days. Bucky heard him once and laughed and then got all defensive about his literature tastes when it spurred into a whole argument about the book. That was when Tony found out Bucky was a nerd, hoarding books in his free time and having opinions, strong ones. That was their first normal conversation, the first time they tried to talk to each other, not fearing any minefields to come out. That was the first time they discovered both that they were just people, under all the history and pain and cruel jokes of fate, people who could agree, who could get on.

How time flew. Now, Tony thought of it with fondness, remembered their first steps with joy. Now, Tony was content, lying in bed, meeting the new morning with joy. It was a long time since their mornings were filled with battles for survival, wild beasts going after their house. Since then, the house turned to home, grew big, spurred new limbs into being, a workshop and a studio, and that new room they built to let off some steam after an argument and still hadn’t figured out its purpose. Now, Tony’s new suits worked their magic — most likely literally, to his displeasure, for the alien technology of this world, this pocket dimension was way too unstable and just plain weird to be called tech, not magic. They were a work of art, those suits, however, and they could work without him perfectly, at least in the matter of new pests. Bucky kept arguing that it was less the suits and more his pet that helped to keep the intruders out, but Tony was determined to prove him wrong. No cat, even the one with tentacles and its own TARDIS inside of it, could be that helpful. He loved Alpine, of course. But she was too lazy for it.

“Morning,” came a sound from behind him, and Tony couldn’t keep a still sleepy smile from his face. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“You, mostly,” how marvelous it was, even after all those years, to be able to just say so. “How lucky we are.”

He heard his husband’s quiet laugh.

“We are, aren’t we? And you were so negative in the beginning. Those dinosaurs will kill us. I wish I was dead instead of trapped here with you.”

There was laughter in Bucky’s tone, and yet Tony couldn’t but worry at his words. He turned to him and looked in his eyes.

“Never been more wrong about anything in my life. You know that, right?”

The tenderness in Bucky’s stare was encompassing.

“Of course I do.”

They were the only humans in this world for seven years. Fucking hell — years! That came with a lot of lessons. Don’t provoke an alien dinosaur to fight you, that was one.

Trust your companion. You and he work well together. He understands more of you than you can admit. He’s a great man, so kind, so brave, so resilient. You love him.

He loves you too.

It was a great morning to have, as it was true for mornings past, together, happy in their self-made life. Yet, that was the morning quite unlike the others.

“Come on,” Tony cajoled, “just come with me, here—”

“Tony?”

“Bucky?!”

It was were their friends, their world. The closet’s doors closed behind their backs. It was their world — exactly as they left it, all those years ago.

“Right,” Tony said faintly, holding to Bucky’s hand, as Rhodey stared, mouth open, at his clothes and hair (made sense, when they last saw each other, it was black). “I’m feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

#winteriron #my fic #alpine content! #tony my beloved #bucky barnes #pride prompt party

[plnetl]

Hi! I make a lot of traditional art, I love to draw and build in mc, I'll be posting here a lot since I am just so very front stuck.

Feel free to send asks!! I do builds based on pictures mostly because I'm still warming up to building in mc, but I'll happily build something if you give me refs and a few days lol. Here's one of my large-scale projects from a few weeks ago!! Took me 2 days to complete;

Ahh, this will be very very long 0.o so I'm just going to...

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Much better!!!!

Okay, let's continue

Might get in trouble for posting this because this is on a soon to be super active lore server... ewps!! Whatever. If anyone recognizes this in the near future; no, you don't. But oouugguhsh whoops whoooooooo careeeessssss!!!!!

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15 bodily, don't be weird!!

} {☼˖˚Pronouns:

He/it

} {☼˖˚Gender:

Male :( (transmale :) )

} {☼˖˚Orientation:

Men :(

} {☼˖˚Species:

Uhhh!! Guess. Not human

·･❈{System Stuff!}❈･·

} {☼˖˚Source:

Lifesteal!!

} {☼˖˚Role:

School fronter/Frequent fronter , babysitter/part time caretaker

} {☼˖˚Subsystem?:

Nah

} {☼˖˚Verbality:

Meh, I'm bad at talking sometimes, but I engage in conversation

} {☼˖˚Source Talk?:

Yah!

} {☼˖˚Doubles?:

Yah!

} {☼˖˚Sourcemates?:

Yaahhh!!!!!!!! :3

} {☼˖˚What info do I need to know?:

We are a DID system!

Don't immediately ask for discord, we are anxious.

We're a therian!!

Content creator in our spare time.

I want to make this very clear that we are so very 15 years old, 19+ you can interact, just don't be weird.

·･❈{Stuff!!!}❈･·

SPLATOON!!

AUTOMOTIVE!!!!

MECHANIC WORK!!!

Building in mc!!

Grinding in mc (I've played for 57 hours in a single world that has been open since the 31st of December. This was posted on 1/8/24. I have full enchanted netherite and that huge spaceship up there.)

·･❈{Boundaries!}❈･·

} {☼˖˚Flirting?:

As a joke, yeah!!

If serious, keep in mind we're 15 bodily, have a partner system, dating another guy, and I'm mlm

} {☼˖˚Touch?:

Platonic, yeah!!! Hugs, kiss on the cheek/forehead, whatevr, as long as yr not weird abt it :3

} {☼˖˚DMs?:

Yeah!!! I'll give you our discord after a few conversations

} {☼˖˚Pings?:

Yah!!

} {☼˖˚Friend Requests?:

Yah!!!!!!

} {☼˖˚Faceclaims:

Teehee :3c

Tags I use!!

#breakfast my beloved

-Baconnwaffles0 art I adore/my own posts about him

#plnetl text

- text posts!

#plnetl art

- my art!

#gorgeous / #oh gorgeous

- things I think are pretty or I just say "oh wow!!"

#lifesteal #lifestealsmp #lifesteal smp #canine theriotype #osddid #wolf therian #actually did #did osdd #did system #intro post #introduction #blog intro #introvert #looking for friends #looking for moots #looking for mutuals

[openforjean]

i can’t live without you - hi james (one) 

bucky barnes x fem!reader (modern au)

warnings: +18, mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

a/n: pls any feedback or comments/responses/reactions would help me decide to keep going so pls lmk

I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. He grew his facial hair out, and he has to be at least 6’3 now. Next to him is a woman with a long red dress, she’s all done. She is so beautiful. And so is he. I can’t look away. He is doing so well, I heard he’s now involved in big business stuff. I’m not sure what, Steve didn’t go too much into detail. He knows it still hurts a bit to think about him. I only ask because…I want the best for him, and I am nosy. I will admit that. But…I just hope he’s doing okay. Doing better, he deserves it. 

He looks a lot better… in a healthy way! Mentally, and physically! 

“Hey, I think he’s going to notice you’re staring at him,” a familiar voice says. I turn to my right, and next to me is Peter. Peter Parker, maybe the sweetest soul to ever roam on Earth. My closest friend. He knows what happened between us, I think most of our friends do.

 Peter’s eyes stay focused on the ceiling as he sips his non-alcoholic drink. I look down at the ground and I gulp. “I didn’t think he'd be here. I thought he moved to Romania,” I responded. Peter turns to me and clears his throat. “He does live in Romania. He’s just here to be supportive, ya know?” Peter says. I look up at him, just to see his stupid face. He gives me a goofy smile. “I know. It’s just hard, even though it was three years ago,” I say while turning my back to James. I suddenly felt this rush telling me to let go. I don’t need to keep thinking about him, I should be focusing on this party. Tony’s Christmas party. Where all there is to do is drink, grind, and eat. And maybe throw up in some corner. And! It’s not even close to Christmas, it’s in 10 days. “It’s okay, I know it’s hard. You two didn’t end well, it has to hurt,” Peter says as a server comes up to Peter and takes his empty glass. He smiles and nods at the server. I look back to see James, and he’s talking to Steve now. They seem to be talking about something serious, going off their faces. Jaws clenched, and standing head to head. I turn my head to Peter, and tilt my head to their direction. Peter looks at them and his lips form a thin line. “Looks like they’re talking about who has the bigger dick,” Peter jokes. I freeze, I turn away from Peter so he doesn’t see my hot face. Does he know? I never told him. I never told him about the times I’ve slept with Steve a few months back. How does he-

“Y/n, Bucky is walking over to us,” Peter whispers, facing him. 

What. No, no, no. I’m not ready, I can’t. I’m not ready to talk to him. Please, no. 

“Hello Peter. Hey…Y/n,” James says. 

I slowly turn around. And suddenly it's summer again. 

“Y/n, there’s no way I can fuse into your skin. I can’t, like it’s not possible. And how would we go to the bathroom? You’re insane,” James says, laughing. 

We’re laying on his bed in his shared apartment. The apartment he shares with Steve and Sam. Steve got here first, then Sam, and then James. Sam and James don’t get along well. They’re always butting heads. Like one time, James used Sam’s towel. Sam ended up tossing it in the dumpster. 

“Just say you hate me and you want to kill me, James. I don’t see why we can’t fuse ourselves together? We’d be together all the time!.. Do you not want that?” I say, scooting closer to him. Widening my eyes, and smiling. He blinks a few times, and puts his head down. “You’re so fucking weird! I’m going out with a weirdo!” He yells into the mattress. I laugh and lay on his back. “But I love you, James!” I say, laughing. 

“I love you too.” 

“Hi James.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fics

[horror-homosexual]

Okay I was gonna post this anyways but the server I'm in talked about it a little so I'm gonna post what I wrote over there on here and elaborate a bit.

I saw a theory/kind of joke thing a few days ago about how Herbert West may have died at the end of the first Re-animator movie but was brought back to life. In a scene in the extended cut of the movie, we see Herbert injecting the reagent into himself (it's diluted and it's 5cc's (that is, not a lot) but still, it's reagent) to keep himself awake and on top of shit. The theory revolves around the fact that Herbert's "habit" revived him after his death to Hill's intestines at the end of the movie. Here's exactly what I sent to the Discord server:

"Like. Listen. If it's true that Herbert did technically die at the end of the first movie but his constantly injecting himself with reagent brought him back, I think it would be kind of fascinating because 1. It means that not only is Herbert correct and successful in his experiments, 2. It means that there is a way of doing it so that the reanimated subject *doesn't even realize they're dead to begin with*

Herbert mentioned in the novel that he was intending on giving this serum out after perfecting it (specifically to "brilliant minds" like doctors and stuff), I think it'd be kind of interesting to see him realize that they'd technically have to get addicted to reagent the way he was to even have a chance of their immortality being possible because I think it was a multitude of factors that saved him and kept him, like, more "human" so to speak than their many, many cadavers (specifically that he was likely reanimated the *second* he died due to all the reagent already in his system and that Herbert's death was probably relatively fast (he was getting dragged by his throat by intestines, I hope for his sake that it *was* fast))."

And now I'm gonna elaborate.

I think it's both amazing and hilarious that, if the theory is correct, Herbert got it fully right completely by accident and doesn't even know it.

Like he spends all three of those movies trying to figure out how to re-animate someone so perfectly that they retain their humanity and conscious thought without knowing that he himself is the one and only success story that came about from his experimentation. That is irony in its purist form and I love it.

And now for the "factors" I mentioned. I touched on it a bit in the original message I sent but the success of his re-animation I think rested in a few things.

1. Herbert's death was (probably?) fast. He was in the thick of that chemical shit with slimy intestines all around his mouth and nose, to reiterate what I mentioned in the message I hope it was fast. Part of the reason (I think) Herbert's other experiments failed was because most of the re-animated subjects he used didn't die fast, and in the case of the cop in Bride, he was revived like three minutes after Herbert killed him, which brings me to

2. The fact that Herbert was revived likely the moment he died. This is what most of the theory rests on. Every other instant we see Herbert giving some poor corpse the reagent, it takes him a few seconds to get it out of the bottle and into the subject (which is what we learn from Herbert in the first movie: "Every moment we waste... costs us results."). Herbert was successful in being re-animated because he already had the reagent in his system. We don't know for sure how long Herbert's been giving himself these doses but given his utter desperation in the scene (and his seeming knowledge of how much he needs and what goes into the solution) I'm gonna guess he's been taking it for a while. He likely had a shit ton of reagent in his system, so it's fully plausible to assume that he was re-animated mere moments after his initial death. He didn't need the electricity or whatever the hell he comes up with in Beyond to keep himself human because his brain and body didn't have the time to register it was dead.

So yeah, that's my rant on Herbert West, successful re-animation.

#reanimator #herbert west #tw death #tw body horror #tw violence #tw drugs #just in case #tw addiction mention #i also really love this theory because it indirectly confirms another thought i had: #Herbert West isnt the 'Re-animator' in those first two movies - *Dan* is #like the second movie is 'Bride of Re-animator' and she sure as hell isnt Herbert's bride #by helping Herbert with his reagent dose he indirectly became THE re-animator