#idk bc i started keeping track and it still happened

[wtfsteveharrington]

after midnight pt 2 | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: you leave a surprise for carmen at work that lets him know he's been caught watching your content & the aftermath that follows. she/her pronouns used!

contents: perv!carmy, mentions of anxiety, mentions of filming sex tapes, dirty talk, fingering, hand job, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, doesn't pull out (sorry he's possessive idk what to say). he also has this lil god complex over your other subscribers

word count: 4,587k

author notes: i had to cut a lil out bc otherwise this was getting lllooonngg. thank you for all the love on part one & i hope you enjoy this one too!! <33

part one

Carmen wonders what you think of this mysterious new account that keeps donating to you. Sending you small gifts. It's nothing too large - He's not trying to put himself into debt by any means. But it is his way of cosmically balancing the scale of viewing your content without you knowing.

Sometimes he lets his mind wonder and entertains the idea of filming with you. Letting all these losers who sit alone at night watching you get a glimpse of how good he could treat you. Your knees over his shoulders as he folds you in half, harsh and rough strokes pounding in and out of you. Sometimes you get smart with him - It's the nature of the kitchen. He thinks about you in that position whenever you pop off with some snarky remark. Pinned under him, two fingers in your mouth. "Put that pretty mouth to use for me. There you go, Baby." His fingers sliding in further, causing you to gag around them but you reach up to hold his wrist in place to let you know you're good. 

He’d fuck you until you can’t think straight, a moaning mess against his fingers as you’re reduced to coming around his cock with no warning. Orgasm shaking through your body and Carmen would just keep fucking into your sensitive body until he can’t take it anymore.

This becomes his new morning routine. Waking up 20 minutes earlier than he really needs to because he just knows he’ll be hard from dreams of you. It’s a bit of an obsession at this point in all honesty but he can’t help himself. He pictures you laid out against his bed sheets, sleepy and grabbing at any inch of him that you can. You’d just be able to relax and get fucked well to start the morning, he’d do all the work for the two of you. 

Any mental space not occupied by the restaurant is fully dedicated to you. 

———★–————————–

Carmen’s barely awake when he walks into the restaurant. His eyes still feel so heavy and there's a level of exhaustion that he just can't seem to shake in his bones. He's grunting acknowledgment at the team, doing a double take as he catches you grinning wickedly at the board in front of you. There’s a familiar pang of jealousy - What’s got you so entertained this year? He scoffs at his imaginary man he’s made up that’s vying for your attention as he heads into the office to work on this week’s orders. 

Except he’s stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of lingerie he just sent you last week folded neatly in the center of the desk. His heart drops to the bottom pit of his stomach as he steps closer and sees a packing order next to the set - His name and address under the billing information circled in a bright neon pink Sharpie. Carmen knows for a fact that he double, triple checked that this was supposed to be a gift and for his information to be excluded so what the fuck happened? 

He’s throwing his jacket over the desk just in case someone walks in before he can take care of this situation but he’s got to get a handle on you first. He’s embarrassed at getting caught. Imagining you must think the worst of him. Trying to justify it by at least he was sending you stuff, right? Cotton boy shorts he thought you’d look so delicate in and lacy pieces of barely there bodysuits he wanted to rip apart and leave stained with his cum. 

He's storming over to you now, ignoring the way Richie called out his name to join him for a smoke break. You hear him mutter out a "Okay then, Cousin. I'll just go fuck myself." That Carmen doesn't even acknowledge. All his attention fully focused on you. His words are coming off harsh as his body tries to process all the different emotions coursing through his veins.

"We gotta fuckin' talk."

The words hang heavy in the air and you find yourself entertained with how assertive he’s being. 

“Why’s that?” You’re looking up at him doe-eyed and innocent. There’s anxiety practically rolling off of Carmy’s body and you’re gonna get to soothing him in a minute but you’re letting him sweat it out first. You didn’t mind that he saw your videos but you were a little pissed he didn’t bring it up. Half because you could have been putting him knowing to use, half because it did feel a little taboo for your boss to be trying to anonymously send you lingerie. 

“Nah, don’t play that shit right now. You know why.” His voice is harsh but you know he’s not angry with you. You can smell the combination of cigarettes and spearmint gum on his tongue with how close he is. His cologne comes into the mix and it’s heavenly in all honesty. He’s embarrassed for getting caught, worried he’s gonna lose one of his best chefs, and worried he’s upset you. Someone’s yelling that they need Carmen to sign for a delivery and your time with him is coming to an end for now. 

Normally your hand never dips below his shoulders or the top of his chest. Always friendly, light touches. This time your hand comes up to rest flat against his heart and you can feel it quickly beating. “Carmy - Breathe.” Your eyes don’t leave his as your hand slides down his chest, fingers trailing along the soft cotton of his shirt. Stopping only once you can feel the dip of his hip. “We’re okay. Go handle your restaurant, I’ll talk with you tonight.” 

You pat the back of your hand against his hip he’s being called for again, feeling a little dizzy under the intensity of his stare. He’s still nervous, knuckles turning white as he keeps a death grip on the line. “Carmen Berzatto, you’re fine. We’re fine. I promise you, okay?” Finally taking pity on him you give a warm smile, stepping back and breaking eye contact. “Go sign for the clams before we have to change tonight’s special and Sydney kills us.”

———————–★–———

Everyone’s long gone by this point of the night. Tina tried to convince Carmen to go home and get some sleep about twenty minutes ago but he made some excuse about wanting to reorganize the walk-in before tomorrow’s service. Really he’s just counting down the minutes until the two of you are alone. You haven’t been able to talk today - Too many listening ears around for Carmen’s comfort. In your defense, you just minded your business and kept on top of your station. 

But God he can’t stop admiring you from across the room. There’s less shame to it now that you know. Still anxiety, yes. But your comforting earlier has him… Hopeful? Hopeful for what he’s not sure. 

You catch him staring at one point during dinner service, risking a glance around the kitchen and throwing him a wink before turning back to work and deliberately giving him a small shake of your ass. To anyone else it would probably look like you were just swaying mindlessly. Not to Carmen though. You’re teasing him and it’s working.

Tina’s finally shouting out goodbyes and Carmen’s eyes are trained on watching as you walk towards the office. Any pretend task he was doing is quickly forgotten as he intently follows you. He’s played this situation over in his head a dozen times, even burned himself on the cigarette he forgot he was holding earlier.

He finds you standing by the desk, running your fingers along the edge of it and grinning. “What happened to my present, Carmen?” 

“Chucked it in my locker. Couldn’t risk someone findin’ them, you know?” It’s embarrassing enough having to answer to you, he couldn’t imagine trying to explain to the staff (or God forbid his sister) why there’s lingerie with his name on the desk. Carmen’s face is overheated and his heart is pounding. For all the hours he’s spent fantasizing about you, he’s never really considered this conversation until today. Typically he skips right towards fucking you however you’ll let him. But now he’s stuck face to face and trying to figure out how to acknowledge his actions. 

"You know I, uh -..." He's sputtering out, trying to figure out just how to defend himself, "You're very, very pretty if that means anything. Fuckin' gorgeous, honestly."

"Did you get off watching me?"

There's no going back now.

"Yeah, I did."

You're grinning at him now, stepping closer and Carmen swears the temperature in the room just went up by ten degrees. He's got his eyes trained on your face for the second time tonight. Hunting out exactly how you're feeling. What he doesn't expect is to feel a feather light touch along the waistband of his pants, nails scratching along his skin as you slide two fingers under the fabric. "Did you think about fucking me? Or did you think about me getting on my knees for you more?"

Carmy's starting to wonder if this is real. Maybe another daydream? For the time being he decides to stay with it though. Trying with all his might to sound as confident as he's mentally done so many times having this part of conversation with you in his head before. "Fucking you. Always thought how much better I'd feel for you than those little toys you use. Sometimes -" He takes a deep breath, straightening his shoulders and trying to build up the confidence to keep this going. He's still not convinced he isn't in some sort of trouble with you. "Sometimes I'd watch you play with your clit. Watch you whine and just knew how badly you needed me to be there."

Your hand slides lower now, fingers pushing through the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Carmen's breathing stops at the touch and you can feel him getting hard under your touch. "Really?" You hum, flattening your hand out and running it down his length. His hips twitch involuntarily as you cup your hand over him, middle finger dragging along his tip. "I've thought about you too, you know? Sometimes you get so fucking pissed off during a rush. I think to myself 'God, he needs to take that anger out' and wonder if fucking me out back would help calm you down. Letting you use me. Sometimes I think you'd walk away after you finish but I know you'd never leave me there all needy and not taken care of, right Carmy?"

He's shaking his head, his heart pounding and he's pretty sure he has never breathed his hard in his life. Labored and uneven while his cock keeps getting hard under your hand. He wants to kiss you, drop to his knees and lick you until you forgive him or decide to take pity and let him fuck you. But instead he settles for showing his need by rocking his hips up against your hand, letting out a broken little groan. "Never would just leave you back there. All I wanna do is - fuck - treat you right. Every night I think about how pretty you must sound begging for me."

You wrap your hand around the base of Carmen's cock, giving him a pleased grin when he fucks himself into your dry fist instantly.

"Do you think you deserve my pussy, Carmy?"

Another jolt of his hips. "No, no I fucking don't."

You lean in, just barely ghosting your lips against his. Carmen has given up all control and allows himself to be fully at your mercy. Your hand pulls back from his cock, sliding out of his pants and he's whining. Shamelessly whining. You're kissing the corner of his mouth, lips traveling down his jaw while you make quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. You grab ahold of his hand, sliding it down the front of your pants and into your underwear. Keeping his hand flat along yours, you use your fingers to navigate his. Rewarding him with a quiet moan right in his ear as the two of you press down against your clit. "I'm so wet for you, Carmy. Been thinking about what you must feel like ever since I caught you watching me." Your hips are rolling down against your hands as you come back up to face him again, bumping your noses together and rewarding him with another moan when Carmen's hand starts to move on its own. Two rough fingers sliding down from your clit to between your folds.

"C'mon, Chef. Want you to fuck me just like you've been dreaming about. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, hmm?"

Something deep in Camren finally snaps and he’s ready to fully earn your praise. One hand comes up to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a deep kiss while the other hand focuses on teasing your clit. His tongue is licking into your mouth at the same time one of his fingers begins to push into you and the combination of sensations is heavenly. You’re moaning into the kiss, both of your hands coming to wrap around his chest so you can begin pressing your fingers into the muscles of his toned back.

He doesn’t let up - Tongue sliding along yours and his fingers messaging the back of your neck while his other hand pulls out of you. You’re whining at the loss as Carmy pulls back, his fingers coming up to lips as he licks you off of them. “Been dreaming about what you taste like.” He looks sinful - Blue eyes staring into your soul as he follows his early fantasy and pops his fingers out of his mouth. Index finger tracing over your bottom lip until you take the hint and let your jaw fall open. Carmen’s fingers slipping in and weighing heavy against your tongue. “Dream about you begging me to come all over this pretty face.”

You start to rub your thighs together as the heat builds in your core, finding yourself getting more desperate as time goes on. Carmen drops to his knees, making quick work of pulling down your jeans and helping you step out of them. He’s making sure you're balanced once again before looking up to realize you’re wearing a pair of the underwear he sent you. Carmy smirks to himself, realizing he’s played right into your little game.

You want to make some cocky remark but suddenly his face is between your thighs and you lose all train of thought. His nose bumps along your covered clit before he licks a strip up the soaked fabric. “Can’t believe how fuckin’ wet you are.” Carmy reaches up to slide the panties down your thighs, taking his time and keeping his eyes looking up at you while he does. You watch as the pair is stuffed into his back pocket and he begins to place open mouth kisses along your inner thigh. Lips exploring closer and closer but always just far enough away from where you need him.

Your hand comes down to lace in his hair, the other one reaching over to try and steady your shaky legs by gripping onto the desk. “Carmy please.” You give his hair a little tug, unsure of his pain tolerance but you’re rewarded with a guttural groan coming from below you.

“Fuck - Pull my hair again.”

So you do, getting a better grip at the base and giving his hair a good pull. You direct his head closer to your center and Carmen lets you until he finds himself buried into your pussy. His tongue lapping over your folds and completing a circuit around your clit before going back down to the base of your hole. He’s moaning your name into you, his hands coming up to grab ahold of your ass. Helping you stay balanced while making sure you can’t get too far away from him.

He’s pretty sure if you say his name again he’s going to come in his pants so he’s putting in as much effort as he can to keep you distracted. Delivered a sharp smack to your ass at the same time he sucks onto your clit. He brings his other hand back between your thighs, tongue still working against your clit while he traces you with his bare fingers. 

There’s a finger being pushed into you and you tug on Carmen’s hair once again as he quickly pushes another in, dragging them both along your walls and all he can think is how good you’re going to feel wrapped around his cock. “S’good, Carmy. So fucking good. Jesus Christ.”

Your thighs are clamping around Carmy's head and both of your hands fly to grab a hold of his hair as you feel your orgasm start to build up in your stomach. “Shit! Carmen please!” He doesn’t let up, sucking at your clit while his fingers continue to curl inside of you. No one has been able to make you finish like this before and you’re a mess of gasps and moans and hips jerking involuntarily. 

It only takes another minute of him stretching you out and licking you up for your orgasm to hit. A mess of curses and cries falling from your lips as the sensation falls over you. Your legs instantly go weak and Carmen’s quick to grab a hold of your hips to keep you upright. 

He’s helping you hop onto the ledge of the desk with a reassuring little “Relax, I got you.” Your thighs are shaking, whole body vibrating and you’re keeping your thighs apart to avoid any pressure on your overstimulated clit. Carmen’s so proud of himself at the sight of you trying to recover. He’s between your knees, pressing down his work pants and his boxers before haphazardly kicking them across the floor. Your eyes drag along his chest, over his tattoos, along the length of him that’s thick and beautiful and ready to be buried inside of you. 

His hands find the bottom hem of your shirt, grabbing ahold and pulling it over your head. Your bra follows suit next. Both of your clothing is covering the floor of the office and you can't help but giggle at the mess made in Carmen's otherwise prestigious space. He's letting out a hum of appreciation at the sight of your breasts. Cupping one in each hand and letting his thumb drag across your nipples. "Fuckin' gorgeous. Been wanting to do this for so long."

There's a mouth wrapped around your nipple now, Carmen making quick work of sucking at it. Flicking his tongue across the hard nub. He pulls back, blowing a stream of cool air against your wet skin before switching to your other breast and repeating the process. You get to sit there and savor the feeling, playing with his hair while Carmen takes his time exploring your breasts. When he thinks you're just blissed out enough, he kisses a path up to leave a small hickey onto your soft skin.

You notice, of course you do.

But you don't complain.

Carmen wonders if you'll let him mark you up before you film anymore content. Wonders how many men will realize they don't stand a chance with you anymore and that you belong to him already.

There's another nip being delivered to the skin of your breasts before he comes back up to give you a warm smile.

Carmen’s leaning in to grab ahold of your jaw, kissing you gently while you reach out to grab ahold of him and get rewarded with a moan. Rubbing your thumb across his tip to collect a bit of moisture and lazily jerk him off.  He’d be fine with this and nothing else for the rest of the night. Getting you off and finishing wherever you ask him to but he knows that won’t be enough for you. For now he enjoys exploring your mouth. Getting to taste you and he wonders if you’re tasting yourself on his tongue. 

You scoot towards the edge of the desk and wrap your free arm around Carmen’s neck. You’re both so hot to the touch. Hearts beating fast, breathing uneven. Needy and unashamed how obsessed with the other you both are. His hands start rubbing up and down your thighs as he gives you a second to recover from your orgasm. He’s got you smiling against his lips as you kiss him, giving a playful nip to his bottom lip. You can’t decide if you want him to use you while you’re still riding the aftershocks or obsessed with how he’s letting you savor the moment. 

Once your thighs stop shaking you wrap them around Carmen’s waist, dragging his body closer to yours. He’s chuckling at you, firm hands sliding down to grab at your hips and your ass, whatever he can get a hold of first. “Wanna watch you put me in. You do so good at fucking yourself in your videos, Baby. Wanna see you tease yourself with me instead of those fucking toys.” 

You drag the tip of him through your folds, teasing the both of you. Carmy’s giving up every ounce of control in this moment, all given to you. “So big. You’re gonna make me feel so good, Chef.” There’s a sound coming from deep in his chest, “Use my name.” Oh. You nod the best you can while being so close to him, giving a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m so wet for you, Carmy.” 

You’re sliding the length of him between your folds again, tapping his head at your own clit before bringing him to settle right against your hole. Your hand comes around to press on his ass, directing him to push in. It’s hard to tell which sound is coming from who but soon the small office is filled with broken moans as he starts to stretch you out. 

His first stroke is slow, both of you adjusting to the sensation. He’s sinking in inch by inch, thinking of whatever bullshit nonsense he can to keep himself from instantly busting when he’s barely even inside of you. His brain is glitching, trying to hold onto this one time he walked in on Fak taking a bubble bath to keep his orgasm at bay but at the same time you’re moaning his name and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and his balls feel so heavy and heavenly resting against you as he bottoms out and - 

“Carmen please, please.” Right, focus. 

He’s kissing you once again before rolling his hips. There’s his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place and you feel so warm and safe and full. You decide maybe Carmy deserves a little more shit soon for not burying himself inside of you the second he found your channel. “Gonna take care of you, Honey. Feel’s so good huh? Been dreaming of you wrapped around my cock and it’s so much better than I could have imagined.”

You nod and feel your body going limp, leaning your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder while he starts to fuck into you. Each time you press a warm, open mouth kiss to his neck his speed picks up. The lewd slapping sound of his cock sliding into your wet pussy combined with his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. He’s bumping his shoulder up against your head, “Look at me? I wanna see your pretty face.” 

It takes all the strength left in your body to pick your head back up, “So much better than when I do it myself, Carm. Needed you so bad, so fucking bad.” He grunts, rewarding your praise with a sharp jerk of his hips as he brings his hand down to toy with your still sensitive clit. Your head falls back at the sensation so Carmen brings his free hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. “Eyes on me.” He wants to make some empty threat that he’ll stop fucking you if you look away again but he can’t even pretend to want to step away from this.

His thumb stays on your clit while we keeps fucking into you at a steady pace. His lips ghosting over yours as you both get closer to falling apart. “You can give me another, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You can do that for me, yeah? Wanna be good for me don’t you?” Your nails drag along his back and something about the hiss it draws from his lips and the way his pace sputters at the feeling. 

You’re a blubbering mess in all honesty. Any facade from your videos of being cool and collected is long gone as Carmen chases your orgasm. Just whimpering out his name and pleas to the best of your ability until there’s one fateful stroke combined with your clit being brushed against that has you coming undone. Nails dragging into his back and he keeps your head in place to watch as your orgasm plays over your features. 

Within seconds you feel him start to pull out of you, presumably for his own release. “Please, Carmy. Wanna feel you fill me up.” Remember how Carmen’s become more religious since he started falling for you? In this moment he truly thinks God made you special just for him. 

His lips are crashing into yours, sloppy kisses meant for nothing more than to convey need being shared until you feel his body go stiff. Hips jerking on instinct as he fills you deep with cum. One of the thrusts causes some of the liquid, a combination of the both of you, to push out around the base of his cock and he stores that feeling for later. “Fuck you feel so good like this.” 

Carmen’s sensitive and getting soft but he can’t help a few more thrusts into your sloppy pussy. Savoring the way he’s been able to claim you as his. There’s a stray thought that he really does want to film with you one night, keep the camera steady on your pretty body as he defiled it.

He stays buried in you, not quite ready to pull out. Carmen’s analyzing your features from this close - The curve of your nose, how well your lashes frame your eyes, the sleepy little content smile on your lips. He’s fascinated by you. The feeling is mutual as you trace over his tattoos, rolling your shoulders back to help relax your body. 

The two of you stay like that for a while, both just soaking the other in. You finally look up from his chest to give him a sheepish girl, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. “So - Better than what you imagined?” 

Carmen’s laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest and warming up your heart. He looks lighter than he did when he confronted you this morning, a sparkle in his eye even. “Holy fuck, so much better.” You get another kiss from him after the admission, his hands coming down to grip at your ass. “Let's get you cleaned up and I’m bringing you back to my place for the night, yeah?” 

It’s your turn to grin, nodding enthusiastically and giving his bicep a squeeze. “Yes, Chef.”

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[yesloulou]

Hi friend.

Actually just today, my friend and I was talking about Daniel after the race. He’s been watching F1 for way longer then me. I expressed my concern over the last two weeks even though this is only the beginning of the szn. He said and I summerised, currently DR can only be in midfield teams is cus while he dose have the skills, he’s too unserious for like SF or MER, but his unseriousness brings great publicity for midfield teams.

I think in some aspects this may be true. But It’s just, like, idk, thought of this hits me. I know this jester aura (?) often surrounded him and people saying it’s great for marketing and stuff, but isn’t that a bit unfair tho? Maybe DR is always DR, way before F1 he is DR, and now all of a sudden his a publicity stun.

(feel sad for millionaires)

Idk what will happen after this szn but I really hope he keeps racing.

You know when you look at someone and look at what they do, you just go like, yeah for sure that’s what they do? I look at Daniel and I have this feeling. He’s a racer, always have been and always will, maybe he’ll go to Indy or some other competitions if this doesn’t work out, but in heart he’s a racer, he belongs to the track and the speed.

That’s just how I feel, and don’t really know who I can say this to, so thank you for letting me vent.

Wish him all the best for home race.

this is so sweet (the way you worry for daniel's prospects) and '(feel sad for millionaires)' got me irl lol 😭 your friend sounds like he's watched f1 for a long time but i would disagree with his conclusion. i provide that:

allegedly ferrari decided to not go for daniel after seeing him dance with daniil kvyat in the pit lane to entertain fans during rain delay at usgp 2015. the situation first of all was fortunately and unfortunately more nuanced than daniel being "unserious". the ferrari at the time was also run by arrivabene during bernie ecclestone's f1 reign. the ferrari today, two team principles later and after liberty media's f1 takeover, has changed in many ways. for example, in 2022 they had charles and carlos do this tiktok trend which definitely, definitely flirted with "the boundaries" (whatever that means) way more. so no, even tho daniel doesn't drive for ferrari, i wouldn't say he is "too unserious" for them.

merc is considered a more "corporate" environment in f1, example is valtteri's change in public image after leaving mercedes. however given that at the end of 2022 toto went as far as literally wearing daniel's merch in an attempt to reserve him for mercedes, i'd say obviously they don't consider daniel "too unserious" either.

publicity in f1 just generally cannot be a bad thing. more people interested in watching a driver means more sponsors willing to pay $$$$ to put their names and logos onto their livery. and more $$$$ means better chances at making a faster car, which is a goal of every team's. one can argue that a successful and financially secure team like red bull or ferrari might not be attracted to the benefit of a driver's popularity as much. but again, sports rely on viewership to sell broadcasting rights and ad spots, and publicity just generally can't be a bad thing.

i know the first two races were not great but this season literally just started. nothing is real yet. and daniel at least ended this week on a positive note so even more reasons to look ahead. the thing about f1 is that there is one winner and nineteen others. so as long as you're watching you're basically guaranteed more bad days than good ones. we can't all be watching bc we all believe our blorbos will be wdc, right? we watch and hope that something good might just happen. like if you think about it even though daniel has been out here causing us stress all these years he still manages to pull off minor to major miracles every year or two. this hopefulness is very precious so i say we watch it for that.

anyways. i hope this made you feel better and more excited about the season ❤️❤️❤️

#season that we’re gonna watch together so worry not!!!!! #asks #* #daniel ricciardo #txt

[filmbyjy]

hi! idk if ur requests are still open or no but if they are, could you do a headcannon on enhypen on how they would take care their s/o when she’s on her period or something. It’s okay if u don’t want to do this(btw I love ur writings 🫶🫶) HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL🫶

a/n: oh don’t worry! my request box is always open. it’s just I take a long time to write this out bc of school😞 oh and thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻anyways! let’s write this!! sorry this took so long :((

enhypen taking care of s/o while on her period

LEE HEESEUNG

no stfu. there is no hear me out

this man will be soooo sweet

he makes good use of those doe eyes to look all innocent and shit so he could beg to buy pads and other essentials for you

don't even try pushing him away

"babe, can i buy for you-"

"just go."

happily smiles and grabs his wallet before bolting to the supermarket

once he does, he tries to find the section

but then he faced with crisis number #1

why in the world are there so many pads. why do they need to have this 'heavy flow' thing. is that how much women bleed every month??

he is horrified

but he keeps calm and tries to find a staff.

a little shy but he does it anyways.

the staff helps him and he buys the perfect amount. just 2 packets because why would you need heaps of it

comes back with the pads and with hot cocoa from the cafe you two love.

on the way home, he read that drinking warm things helps with your cramps so he stopped by the cafe.

now where did crisis number #2 start?

when your cramps decided to fuck up your cuddle session well more like makeout session

you were kissing heeseung like your life depended on it and then that's when the cramps start bothering you. you groaned whilst pulling away.

heeseung no jokes rolls his eyes

not at you but the pain that you were feeling.

"let me kiss you some more to make it go away."

"heeseung, it doesn't work."

"shush woman."

and so he kisses you

it sort of helps though🫢

so umm now whenever you have cramps, heeseung just kisses you👍🏻

PARK JONGSEONG

my man🫶🏻🫶🏻

if it isn’t obvious this man definitely knows how to handle things

he is prepared >:)

well for the first time he is a little confused because you are his first girlfriend and he doesn’t have any womanly figure around him besides his mother

so he doesn’t know how tf should he react to your period

he tries to get help from his mom on what should he do

ultimately, he becomes a pro at it

gives you massage

belly rubs

warming up a heat pad for your cramps

getting anything for you

does baby talk (bc he wants to be soft with you)

making you laugh to distract you from the pain

buys you pads/tampons whichever you use

even brings a small little pouch with pads/tampons for when it comes unexpectedly during your little date

he definitely I feel like tracks your period

bc if you’re just plain out lazy or forget, he knows when to be ready

which is why jay is a 100/10 on being best boyfriend🫶🏻🫶🏻

hence let’s kiss, jongseong 😍 ehem kidding. no I’m not kidding👁️👁️

SIM JAEYUN

mother I am in love with an australian 20 year old boy😮‍💨😮‍💨

sorry

anyways, I think jaeyun would definitely be another clueless one

he may be for the hoes and stuff but zero clue on what a damn period is

please teach the boy

but

won’t lie, he’d be great at listening to you

golden retriever energy right there

so if you ask him to get you things, he won’t hesitate

“jake-”

“ALREADY ON IT, LOVE!!” *grabs his wallet and phone. puts on shoes. all ready to go out*

he may not know but he is willing to learn how to make you feel better

because he only wants you to feel at ease and comfortable

for that to happen, obviously he needs to understand you so he decides to learn about periods

bc he loves you🫶🏻🫶🏻

loves rubbing your tummy to make you feel better though

reminds him of petting layla’s belly and he has great knowledge on that

PARK SUNGHOON

since sunghoon is an older brother…he definitely did know what a period is.

but he never thought he’d have to experience in helping with that (since his sister is 5 years younger)

until he fell for you

you are certain he knows what are periods but he just doesn’t know how to help

so you never bothered with asking him for help

until you accidentally texted him instead of your mom

you: mom :( i’m out of pads and my period came early. could you buy some pads for me while you’re at it?

sunghoon: sure, which kind?

you: mom?? I thought you knew what kind I use but here is the picture anyways *1 attachment*

and then when you hear the door open, you expected your mom to walk into your bedroom but no it’s your boyfriend

“hoon?”

“you sent the text to me but don’t worry…umm I asked my mom about it and how to help you get through this…umm bloody month…”

awkward as fuck but he is adorable

you gave him a hug

oh but as soon as he gets used to it after helping you a few more times…

all hell breaks loose

starts cracking up jokes about it

calls you weird nicknames

“my little ketchup packet🥺🥺”

deserves a smack to the arm

KIM SUNOO

you’ve heard and seen those statements from his girl classmates

THERE AINT NO WAY THIS MAN DOESNT KNOW HOW TO HELP

like hello?? popular with the girls in school. has girl friends

it’s sooo obvious

when he started dating you, he made sure to state that if you needed any help, just text him

you were hesitant

bc he was your first boyfriend so you never shared anything about periods to any guy before. even your dad

so like you just felt uncomfortable to even ask him

so let’s say…you and sunoo were having a stay at home date

you fell asleep on the bed. unbeknownst, you leaked and stained the bed. sunoo notices it and as such places a towel on the extra bed and moves you over to the other room.

after doing so, he goes to wash the stained sheets up and throw it inside the washing machine after.

he realises that he should wake you up bc you’d be sleeping in your dirtied clothes. before he does so, he goes to your bathroom to make sure you have your ‘supplies’ ready. if you don’t have any left, he runs down to the nearest mart to buy you some and even snacks or anything to make you feel better

once he comes back, he gently wakes you up and tells you to go change and then come down soon after.

you realised why he asked you to change and you were embarrassed. he probably saw it leak. just before you leave, he reassures that it is alright and normal for this type things to happen so he pecks your forehead and leaves to make hot cocoa.

to say that he is an amazing boyfriend was an understatement, he was the perfect boyfriend you could ever have.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon does have an older sister so like he definitely has heard his sister like talk about it.

so it wasn’t a shock to him about how painful it is or how horrible it can get

however, since you were his first (and last) girlfriend, he doesn't exactly know how to help

well that's what he says but when you tell him you got your period

he surprisingly knows a decent amount of things

"here i made tea. since i heard coffee isn't good for your cramps."

like bro how did you know that🤨🤨

he also apparently made a mental note to track your period so he can plan dates

on days you have your period, he will definitely plan a stay-at-home date. the bundle he brings quite literally looks like you got injured and he is visiting you at the hospital.

i definitely also think that he will hold you close if you complain about your cramps.

soft tummy pats because he definitely likes doing it so you feel better. you know like that one en-o'clock moment where he was patting jay to sleep. yes i will never forget that moment.

still cant believe this is boy is 20 sobbing😭😭

NISHIMURA RIKI

honestly i’m facing a dilemma here (get it😉). idk if ni-ki would be a sweet and caring boyfriend

or would he be a pain in the ass when he sees your struggling with your period

so I’d say 50-50

like he will have his haha funny moments

but when he really realises “oh shit, my girlfriend is in pain.”

thats when he really goes full on ‘take care of girlfriend’ mode

bc he knows the existence of periods. he has two sisters

but he is also just a teen

teen boys really sometimes don’t get periods. they think its just something simple when really its not

so like dont be too hard on him. he’ll learn

this means it will take him a couple of times to really help you out

sometimes he can be serious, sometimes he can be playful

but he is also playful bc he knows you’re in pain and he wants to make you feel better or take away the frown

he just wants you to be happy and not in pain

ni-ki is pretty cuddly too. he likes to just curl up with you and hold you close bc you’re warm and he is cold

sometimes he cutely rubs his head against your tummy and surprisingly kinda feels nice since it kinda helps with the little cramps (unless you’re ticklish then uhh yeah)

10/10 cute boyfriend :D

#idk if this is good enough #hope you enjoyed though!! #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader imagines #enhypen headcannons #enhypen headcannon #heeseung #heeseung imagines #jay #jay imagines #jay imagine #jake #jake imagines #sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunoo #sunoo imagines #jungwon #jungwon imagines #ni ki #ni ki imagines

[campbyler]

hi guys first of all i wanted to say that i love this fic, it's literally my favorite♡. idk if you have talked about this before (it's hard for me to keep track of everything on tumblr) but i wanted to ask 2 questions.

the first one was if you guys were going to give backstory in the next chapters on why will and mike "hated" each other and what happened in the first summer camp and the rivalry that followed in the next years prior to acswy?

and the second question is related to "in the quiet of the night" series that acswy is part of, i just need a little help understanding the order so i can read it.

that's all!!

hi hi thank you so much for the love! no worries at all, we know our tumblr can be a bit chaotic at times :-) by the end of the 16 chapters (potentially 17 depending on whether we are splitting up ch10 lol) we will be caught up on the full mike and will story!! we do obviously have companion fics planned and everything, but those have always been intended to be more supplemental to the main story — aka, they’ll help embellish the story and fill in some gaps or add an interesting perspective, but everything actually Crucial to the fic that would be weird to leave out will be addressed by the time it’s over (dw btw we have not forgotten about fearless lore!)

as for the series, we’re posting fics in chronological order along the acswy timeline, so that if someone wanted to read the universe start to finish, they could! i think it would definitely be helpful to know a little bit about acswy/to have read a chapter or two first for sure, just bc we’re not trying to give exposition with every companion fic as that would get horribly repetitive, but we’re also trying to write them so that they’ll be hopefully still be interesting as a first introduction to the universe for a reader! so basically i would recommend a chapter or two of acswy or at least knowing the Premise, then you can feel free to just go down the list and read them in order. we also plan on specifying in the notes where in the timeline each fic takes place, just to help with any confusion. hope this clears things up, and happy reading!! :^)

#asks

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I know Kinn is not central part of the 'Kim gives himself to Porsche story' at the moment but I want to know, what is he thinking about what happened and happens? Of course Korn fed him many lies about Kim, but were they in line of ~Kim absolutely betrayed us, he is worse than the minor family~ way or were they like ~Kittisawat family manipulated him~ kind of way? Do Porsche and Kinn ever come across each other and Porsche has a gun to Kinn’s head but then he lowers the gun, saying something like well I made a promise to not harm you, and is Kinn shocked out of his mind?

Fell free to be as mysterious in your answers as you want!

Love,

🖤

Anon my beloved!! You're right, there isn't a ton of Kinn in this fic (yet!!) Because of that, I don't have a ton of plans for him yet, and at the moment he won't even have his own PoV chapters, so IDK what's going to be going on there. I haven't fully decided. Disclaimer that anything is subject to change, but here are some ideas!

Firs off, Kinn is devastated when Kim disappears. He loses both his lover and his brother in a very short span of time, and is told one or both of them also betrayed his trust, and. We see how that works out for him in canon lol. It turns him into someone very cold and cruel that doesn't trust anyone.

I think Korn has known the entire time where Kim is/who he's with. Or if not know, at least suspected. Porsche knows way too much about his business, and it's too coincidental with Kim's disappearance. The question is whether or not he's going to share that information with Kinn. I'm torn. On the one hand, he could play off Kim's disappearance and fake his death. That would keep Kinn focused on work instead of trying to track Kim down. On the other hand, he could be framing it like Kim betrayed them, trying to sew discord between the brothers in case Kim every tries to come home. But I don't think that would work on Kinn for very long, he's full of too much love for his family. He would still want an explanation from Kim.

It's also imperative to the plot that Kinn has no idea Kim is with Porsche. The way I want the KinnPorsche to work out, they have a very antagonistic professional relationship/rivalry.

Kinn is already furious when he finds out Porsche knew where his brother was all this time. Years. Smiling to his face, acting friendly, flirting with him. Only to go home and bend his little brother over the nearest surface. (And yes, that is a roadblock for KinnPorsche, even though KimChay aren't bothered by it. It was pretty normalized for Chay, but Kinn is having a Very Hard Time.)

Okay I got sidetracked. (so much for answering mysteriously, eh?) Anyway. All that to say, Porsche hides Kim from Kinn. The way he sees it, Kim was in bad shape when he turned up on Porsche's door, clearly running from something bad, and he was an adult capable of making his own decision. So he's going to go along with it. But then between Kim obviously missing his brother (and pretending he doesn't), and Kinn's well-concealed grief, still putting out feelers bc he refuses to accept Kim is gone, Porsche decides he needs to get them back together. Kim refuses, but then something happens that kind of forces their hand: he runs straight into Kinn.

Then there's a KinnPorsche confrontation. Now that there's undeniable proof of where Kim is, Korn starts telling Kinn all the awful things Porsche must have been doing to him all this time, holding him prisoner, abusing him, etc. That doesn't fit with the Porsche Kinn knows, but surely there's Nothing Else.

Korn sees this as a way to eliminate a rival family that's gotten way too powerful. Eventually Kim's information is too out of date to be helpful anymore, but he's still an intelligent little schemer, and he becomes Porsche's most trusted advisor. And ofc Kim's priority is always to ruin his father's business as much as possible, so Korn is eager to be rid of him.

So, yeah! There's occasional KinnPorsche interactions, but not too much. Just enough for Kinn to feel betrayed when he finally finds Kim. Esp. when he finds Kim very much playing the part of sex slave (for Chay, at this point), and thinks the things Korn has told him must be true. And it doesn't help that Kim refuses to come anywhere near him; Kinn thinks he's been Stockholm Syndromed.

#cookie speaks #cookie writes #kimporsche #kimchay #i have to stop here #any more and ill just be writing out the whole fic #but yeah things are gonna be complicated for poor Kinn #and im afraid so im just not writing his PoV lmao

[gold-rhine]

If it's not too much trouble, could you expand on Diluc's "already incoherent characterization" you mentioned in one of your recent posts? I'm just curious cause I also feel that there's something off about him writing-wise but I can't put my finger on it.

sigh. so, at the start of the game hoyo wrote diluc as super aggressive and negative towards kaeya specifically and knights in general, and all of their interactions are very hostile. they are having bitch fights every time they are in the same room.

like, fandom likes to pretend that diluc has guilt, bc of like some anonymous message on a public board that sounds like it's diluc feeling bad, which hoyo back-wrote. but they can't gaslight me, i just recently replayed start of the game content on my new account. like first time diluc appears is in kaeya's domain after traveler and kaeya cleared it, and diluc bitches at kaeya for no fucking reason and kaeya is v passive aggressive back at him. they have bitch fight in venti's quest. diluc's entire quest is about him trying to keep kaeya from discovering he's darknight hero and he specifically makes it known that kaeya is unwelcome every time he shows up in the tavern. and he sounds negative when bringing up kaeya for any reason.

and then hoyo started to back-pedal. idk what happened, maybe the direction of the plot shifted. maybe the writer who was writing them in this conflict vein quit. maybe at the start they only had vague idea of like brothers at war with each other, and once they started to flesh it out and add nuance, they've realized that like, burning your baby brothers' eye out might be understandable in the moment of trauma and shock, but then acting like you're on high horse and treating him like garbage for YEARS after is a bit of a psycho behavior.

quick aside bc i know there are ppl who think that, um, kaeya "deserved" it and like. he was what, not older than 10 when he was left at the winery. and he was about 17 when he confessed. he was a traumatized kid who kept a secret bc his bio father told him that the fate of his entire country depends on it. get a grip. but as i said, with the same logic, diluc was also in shock and trauma, and i do not fault him the fight itself. what doesn't track is how diluc acts years LATER, when he had time to think.

so they started to drastically soften diluc AND back-writing retcons. Hidden Strife letters are all about it. They were like oh, brothers were always in contact! Diluc is not a maniac, he was polite to the knights and he told kaeya to take care :) :) :) this creates new set of problems. not only it gives diluc personality split where he was incredibly aggressive to kaeya in person, but apparently normal in the letters. But also, we have letters from Kaeya that make it obvious he knew immediately that diluc is a darknight hero and they both were chill about it. But like! diluc's entire story quest is about him trying to keep kaeya from learning that! like, come on! why then diluc did all these stupid scooby doo shenanigans with slimes and shit???

now i think they are trying to shift responsibility for reconciliation from diluc to kaeya, which is the only issue that affects kaeya's own characterization. bc they are very hard going into "all servants at winery ADORE kaeya and treat him like family and welcome him!!" and fandom like, extends it to diluc now, like diluc is welcoming kaeya too and kaeya is a silly goose who has his hang ups and refuses to visit. as if getting your eye burned off, trying to reach out first and getting "ugh, its you" treatment when you show up at your brother's tavern is just like. a lil awkward situation that kaeya himself should get over without any effort on diluc's side and he should just ~realize~ that he's still part of the family lol. and ppl justify it like "well we don't know how diluc actually feels, he probably feels guilt (anon message) and wants to reconcile". which like. so we don't know, but kaeya is supposed to figure out and reach out AGAIN, when diluc at any time could've just told him that he's welcomed.

and now in kaeya's hangout we learn more about their childhoods which tbh hurts diluc even more. like how are we gonna be pretending that diluc cares about kaeya when he returned to mond and found his baby brother, who was apparently the sweetest gentlest child in the world, his loyal shadow for entire childhood, couldn't lie, was taking punishments for diluc, and see him now becoming a high functioning alcoholic with brazenly unhealthy persona of liar and manipulator, and like NOT get worried and try to reach out. which i don't think it was hoyo's intention, they just wanted to add the tragic sweetie uwu to kaeya's characterization, but they did not think how it reflect on diluc in global context

so now diluc's characterization flip flopped in several directions, and he doesn't really has an arc or plotline going. he's kinda just there now, more of symbol than character, and hoyo just writes whatever they want for him without any regard for any previous lore

#rhine talks #diluc

[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter eleven

series masterlist / my writing playlist / chapter twelve (a)

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ only. this is a short chapter. a little sweet and angsty. dubcon relationship. early stages of stockholm syndrome? idk. honestly not a lot happens here, but if i’m missing anything that should be tagged pls let me know.

words: 3.5k

notes: first things first!!! yes, i am posting on a new blog. i made a new account and all updates and new fics will only be posted here - @bellasburdens - and reblogged to my fic library @bellaslieberry. bellareadsandrecs will still be up for now but i will not be posting or updating on there at all so please give this new blog a follow instead. thank you :)

okay now for the chapter notes -

i lied again lol

mean!bucky will actually be coming back in the next chapter. i just keep adding things and i can’t stop myself 💀 this chapter is short, deceptively sweet, and angsty but chapter twelve will be a lot more dark (or so i’m planning) so get ready

this chapter is kinda stupid and all over the place and barely tracks but it’s okay bc next chapter doesn’t suck so lets just look forward to that lol

bucky and reader are such hopeless romantics it makes me so sad :( why’d everything go so wrong :(

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! or not! no hard feelings lol. feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated - please let me know what you think! and thank you for reading and reblogging.

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You woke up with a start, that feeling of panic heavy on your chest as you looked around the dark room, heart pounding as your eyes tried to scan your surroundings - finding nothing familiar. The heavy arm that wrapped around you and the feeling of Bucky's warmth radiating from behind you reminded you where you were and helped you to find your calm as you willed your heart to slow down and took measured breaths.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep,” Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sounding deeper than usual and thick with sleep. You momentarily felt badly for waking him up, but the sweat still on your skin and the sticky feeling of his spend between your legs was your main concern. You tried to get up from the bed, but Bucky stopped you, pulling you tighter against him.

“I need the bathroom, Bucky,” you complained.

He drew in a deep breath before he threw the covers off of himself and got out of the bed while you stayed where you were. He stood and stared at you from the end of the bed for a moment before impatiently gesturing for you to get up. You rolled your eyes as you gripped the comforter, eyeing the throw blanket that was crumpled at the end of the bed, hanging onto the footboard. You sat up and grabbed it, wrapping it around yourself before you neared him, his eyes never leaving you.

You assumed he was going to take you to a bathroom somewhere down the hall maybe, but when he approached a closed door on the opposite wall in the same room and opened it to reveal the master bath, you looked over at him incredulously. Did he really get up out of bed just to walk you not even ten feet across the room? Where exactly did he think you were going to go?

He opened the door and flicked on the light, causing you to wince slightly as your eyes tried to adjust. And then he just stood there in the doorframe. You looked at him and he just extended his arm into the bathroom, gesturing for you to enter.

“Are you serious?” you asked, annoyed.

“You said you needed the bathroom,” he responded.

“Yeah, I didn’t need an escort across the room. And I certainly don’t need you watching me while I’m in here,” you said as you passed him, entering the room, “So, if you’d move,” you continued as you tried to shut the door while he was still in the doorframe.

His hand held the door and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t lock it,” he said before letting you close it on him. You shut the door and, of course, immediately locked it, earning a harsh growl of your name in return from the other side of the wood.

“What do you think I’m gonna do, Bucky? Crawl out of the window with nothing but a fucking blanket around me and run away?” you snarked.

“Unlock it. Now,” he said seriously. You rolled your eyes but relented. He threw the door open the second you did as he told you to and followed you further inside the room.

You ignored him as you looked around the bathroom. To your left was a mirror and a set of sinks along the wall. To the right was a large walk in shower, which looked very tempting at the moment. Straight across from you was a huge bathtub set in front of a large window, which had the blinds slightly open, letting the moonlight shine in some. As you walked further in, Bucky following your every move, you saw another door to the left which was open, inside was the toilet. As much as you had to pee, you walked past it to see what was on the other side of the wall. You found another large mirror in front of another sink and next to it was what you assumed was a towel closet.

His bathroom alone was nicer than the entirety of your house and it was nearly spotless, too. There was no way he could afford this house by himself just off of the business his shop got, you were sure of it. You just didn’t know what other business he conducted outside of that that could afford him a place like this. You didn’t really want to know, either.

So instead of asking, you turned back and walked through the door leading to the toilet.

“Am I allowed to close this one?” you asked sarcastically as you turned to look at Bucky leaning on the wall next to the shower.

He smirked before answering you, “Yeah, you’re allowed to close that one.”

You clenched your jaw and shut the door harsher than necessary. You used the toilet and cleaned yourself up as best you could but still felt sticky all over. And you wreaked of sex. You walked out and to the nearest sink to wash your hands, struggling to keep the throw around you as you did.

He walked up behind you as you were trying to dry your hands and yanked the blanket from your naked body.

“Bucky!” you yelped. Immediately you tried to cover yourself with one arm while attempting to grab the throw from him with the other, but he wouldn’t let you have it. Instead, he dropped it on the floor, pulled your arm away from your body and pulled you into him as you pouted and avoided his eye.

“We’re both up now, might as well shower, too,” he suggested as he gazed down at you pouting against his chest. You didn’t respond, so he continued, “I’ll be right back. Let the water get warm,” he said after letting you go and turning the shower on, then leaving the room completely.

After watching him go, you walked into the shower and tested the water that was falling from the ceiling shower head. You felt sweaty and gross and were actually thankful Bucky suggested the shower so that you wouldn’t have to ask. There was a bench along the left wall of the shower and shelves along the back wall near the faucet handles.

When the water was warm, you walked fully into the shower, letting the water rain down on you. As cleansing as the water felt, you knew you wouldn’t be or feel clean until you scrubbed your skin with body wash. Cursing at yourself for not looking for some sort of washcloth or towel before getting wet, you debated just walking to the otherside of the bathroom and getting the floor wet in search of one before Bucky came back in. In his hand was the bag you had packed with all of your toiletries. He put it on the counter and started taking everything out of it as you watched him. You don’t know why you were so surprised, of course he had no qualms about going through your things, but still, you were.

And when he started putting some of your things in drawers and cabinets, you finally recalled what he had said before you passed out on his bed earlier. He wanted you to stay here with him. He was planning on keeping you here with him. But that couldn’t happen. You had a house, rent, two jobs, you had obligations and responsibilities. You couldn’t stay here. You needed to go home. But it was so late.. or early? You didn’t even know what time it was. And you were hardly in a position to argue with Bucky right now. You needed to calm down and take it one thing at a time. You were already here and you needed to shower, so you decided to focus on just that for now.

“What time is it?” you asked him as he continued taking things out of your bag and placing them where he saw fit.

“2:27,” he responded while he set your toothbrush near his in one of the holders he had on the counter. You nodded to yourself before you asked your next question.

“Do you have a washcloth I can use?”

He didn’t answer, just walked to the other side of the bathroom. You heard the cabinet open and close and he came back with a couple of washcloths and two fluffy bath towels in hand. He hung up both towels on the towel rack right outside the shower and grabbed your bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash off the counter before walking into the shower to join you. He handed you a washcloth and set the bottles on one of the shelves near his own.

“I need the-” you were going to ask for the body wash before he turned around with it in his hand. He took the now wet cloth from you and instead of squeezing the soap onto it, he put it directly on you, squirting the body wash onto your chest, the cool soap shocking your skin briefly, before he began to run the cloth along your body, washing you himself.

You were quiet as you watched him be so attentive and caring. Internally reveling at his touch, letting him turn and move you any way he wanted. He washed from your neck to your arms, and down your torso before he turned you around and washed down your back and down your legs before he came back up and turned you back around to face him. He slipped his hand between your legs, nudging you to spread your legs and you did so, hesitantly. He ran the cloth up and down your inner thighs and up and around your hips and ass before you spoke softly. “Okay,” you said, urging him back to stand at his full height. He threw the cloth on the bench before he looked back down at you, admiring you standing defenselessly before him. You turned around once again and let the water wash the soap off of you before you moved to wash yourself a little more intimately between your legs with the water.

Bucky was washing his own body when you finally felt fully washed and cleaned. You stared at him as his back was to you now and… wanted to cry. You wished it was always like this - that it could have been like this from the start. Loving, gentle, intimate. You could see it all playing out in your head now.

In a perfect world, where Bucky wasn’t so fucking stupid, it would have been different. Maybe you would have seen each other at the bar, but then probably wouldn’t have said anything to each other. Some time later, maybe you would have met at the diner.. and then maybe you and him would have picked up on your connection. But, it would take a while before anything came of it, knowing yourself and knowing how Bucky initially felt about finding his soulmate. Maybe there would have just been days of him coming into the bar or the diner while you worked, and maybe he’d barely talk to you, but, who knows, maybe eventually some faithful intervention would have occurred, forcing you two together. Maybe he could have been your knight in shining armor, maybe he would have come to your defense or maybe he would have found you like a damsel in distress, crying or having a panic attack (more likely than you’d like to admit), or just, something and he would so easily soothe you… and then, hey, maybe you both would go your separate ways. But then, maybe he’d show up to your house and tell you how he can’t stop thinking about you. How he can feel you, and how he’s sure you feel the pull, too. And you’d admit that you did. That you couldn’t stop thinking about him, either. You’d easily accept that you were soulmates. And then, maybe he’d ask you to go to dinner with him. And from there, something beautiful could grow. Something sweet and simple and pure. But this wasn’t a perfect world. And Bucky could be really fucking stupid. Stupid and selfish.

And yet, here you were. Showering with him and somehow feeling like you were the most important thing in the world to him. You felt it in his touch and you could swear you saw it in his eyes as he stared at you like you were a perfectly imperfect work of art. You thought again of fate. How you could imagine some fated intervention forcing you two together. And you thought, maybe it had. Maybe that was exactly what happened. What if that was the only way to bring your union together? What if everything happened exactly the way it had to so that you two could be together. How beautifully fucked that would be. Tragically, cosmically, unfair. It just seems more and more like you never had a choice. Neither of you did. Maybe there could be some solace to find in that. It was always outside of your control. But how different things could be if it wasn’t. That would always taunt you. Haunt you. Could you ever let that go?

You hadn’t realized you actually started crying until you were back in Bucky’s arms, water pouring down on the both of you as he shushed you, almost caringly.

“What if I say I don't want this?” you questioned weakly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said softly against your temple as your face was tucked down into him, “Even if that were true,” he murmured before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “It’s not up to you,” he finished as you shuddered and cried into him, wrapping your arms desperately around him as he held you and swayed with you gently under the still falling water.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise. I’ve got you. No matter what, I’ve got you,” he spoke into your hair, holding you a little longer and a little tighter before he gently pulled away from you to shut the water off. You stayed in your spot, wiping the tears away as he grabbed one of the towels for you and wrapped it around your body before securing his own around his waist.

You spent a while longer in the bathroom, really taking your time to go through what you could of your usual nighttime routine. When you walked back into the master, you found Bucky finishing putting clean sheets on the bed, wearing only a pair of sweats. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he watched you approach, still holding the towel around your body.

“Your bags are right there,” he said, gesturing toward the doors of the walk in closet. You went over and looked through them before you found a pair of underwear and one of your pajama shirts. You decided to forgo a bra and didn’t bother finding a pair of shorts, you didn’t really see the point in searching for them when you were on the verge of passing out yet again, exhaustion taking over you. You shimmied on your underwear and after dropping the towel, pulled the sleep shirt on. You weren’t sure where to put the towel, suddenly concerned with manners before Bucky called you over to him, telling you to just throw it in the bathroom.

“Come here,” he beckoned. You walked over slowly and when you were near enough, his hands found your waist and he pulled you to him, looking up at you from where he sat, obviously noticing your renewed tiredness. He held you for a moment and it was peaceful in the silence as he rested his head against you, your hands trepidatiously reaching out to him, your fingers running through his damp hair before he pulled away slightly.

“God, you’re everything. Everything I want. Everything I need. Everything I never knew I was looking for,” he said quietly, leaning up to punctuate each sentence with a kiss to your pliant lips as he still held you by your waist. “I’m sorry I tried to make you think different. But I’m not letting you go now,” You bit your lip as you looked at him, his eyes filled with so much sincerity you had to look away.

“I know you're still tired. Lay down,” he said as he pulled you onto the bed. As you moved to adjust yourself more comfortably on the mattress, he positioned himself to spoon you from behind.

“I love you,” he whispered to you. Your heart clenched and as you let the words sink in, you turned slowly into him, your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His comfort coaxing you to sleep.

You woke up as the sun began to rise, with Bucky in a deep slumber beside you. Being as quiet and careful as you could, you left the bed and grabbed the first pair of bottoms you saw in your bag still on the floor. You pulled the loose shorts on and wandered downstairs, all the while keeping an eye on Bucky’s sleeping figure while you backed out of the doorway before heading down. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do in all honesty, but you thought it would be smart to at least know where your keys were. A part of you wanted to stay and wait for Bucky to get up so you could talk to him but another part wanted to just find your keys and go home to be alone and figure things out away from him for the time being.

You couldn’t keep denying it anymore, that you knew. Whether you wanted to or not, you were with Bucky, for real now. But what was that going to entail? How quickly were things going to change. How much could you take so soon? You hadn’t forgiven him yet and you weren’t sure if you ever would, but you knew that despite it all, you loved him. Your soul ached for him and you couldn’t change that. And fighting it had brought nothing but more pain and hurt from both sides.

You know the end. You just need time to process the inbetween. Everything that has happened so far and everything that is bound to follow.

It’s just, it’s so good when you’re with him. You could almost forget the bad. Maybe one day you’ll be able to completely. To just be present and allow the love to flow instead of trying to deny it. To allow yourself to forget what he did. Maybe one day you won’t even think of it anymore. Wouldn’t that be nice. You almost laughed to yourself as you thought those stupid thoughts.

Really, though, what was the point? Why keep hurting yourself to keep him away when it’s inevitable. Everything is so much simpler, easier, when you just stop fighting.

But, fuck, he didn’t deserve to get off so easy. You could never do anything to hurt him the way he hurt you. Never. And maybe it was a good thing you kept reminding him of how much he fucked things up. There would always be a little part of you that hated him for it. And if you had to feel it, then he should have to, too. He has to live with what he did, just like you have to.

You know he loves you and he wants you, needs you. But you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Not when you could help it. You had gone through your bag that was still downstairs and searched all around the foyer looking for your keys, even going as far as out to your car to see if they were left inside or maybe he had dropped them out there last night. You had decided that you did want to go home. You figured some alone time would do you good, and you were sure Bucky would come get you soon enough anyway. Maybe you would leave him a note, just so he wouldn’t go full psycho stalker when he realized you were gone. But you couldn’t find them. You were frustrated now as you walked back inside and closed the front door quietly, picking up your bag to look through it one last time, just in case.

You felt him behind you before you heard him, and you could tell without even seeing him that he was upset yet again. More than upset, you thought, as you could practically feel his anger the closer he got to you. So much so that you stopped moving completely, feeling frozen in place as you waited with baited breath for him to speak - almost scared to make any sudden movements. The intensity coming from him was overwhelming and you wanted to say something, to explain. You knew how this looked. It looked like you were trying to run away from him again. And he had already made it clear he wasn’t going to let that happen. You didn’t know what he was going to do, how he was about to react, but if last night was any indication, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be all too pleasant for you if he got even more possessive. If you could just explain, though, maybe he’d see where you were coming from. If you could just get the words out…

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #dark!bucky x chubby!reader #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #dark!bucky x plus size reader #dark!bucky x plus size!reader #dark!biker bucky #dark!biker!bucky #curvy!reader #plus size!reader #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky x you #dark bucky #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky x you #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #tw dubcon #dark!fic #dark!soulmate au #soft!dark bucky #soft!dark bucky barnes x reader #soft!dark bucky x reader

[scoonsalicious]

okay, straight to the point. I hate how he's going about things. So much lies right off the bat, and Pocket is too high above the clouds to recognize it. Okay, maybe he was telling half-truths (which is still considered a lie in my opinion) I am 100% sure he saw all those articles but maybe, he didn't get to see Pockets texts right away. Not after he's done something wrong (I'll elaborate on that in a sec) because, while reading these parts, it all feels a bit like love bombing to me. Idk, something definitely happened on that mission, and I wish the first thing Bruno (that's right bc I'm annoyed at him right now) should've done was confess RIGHT AWAY. I don't care if it's going to blow up things, it's far better to be truthful now so at least he can salvage some integrity and at least Pocket could see his remorse and regret but nooooo he had to cover it up. So now, everything that came out of his mouth after that, it will seem like a lie to Pocket. The house, marriage, kids, starting a family? Pocket will now only see that as damage control instead of something he actually wants to do. Him asking her to move out of the tower? Why? Because he's scared the truth will come out because everyone knows Jellani can't keep her mouth shut. And if something happened between them on that mission (which i know something happened. you can't full me Beethoven) do you really think she won't brag about it? claiming that she "won" ??? Sigh. It would've been better if Pocket heard it from him first rather than that mule of a snake. But alas, idiots be idiots. I'm honestly just so disappointed in him.

Now, as to what Blake has done. I am hopeful it didn't go further than a kiss, making out and petting at the worst. I still believe he has a good enough heart in him not to pull through because he truly never saw Jesse that way and he physically can't since he loves Pocket so much. But sigh, he can be so fucking stupid so idk, my hope is definitely wavering. If they did end up having sex, that's much more difficult for him to come back from, for me, at least. And while yes, any of the above technically won't be cheating, but that's still a cold-hearted betrayal. And everything leading up to it, there are so many layers to it? let me do a list for Pocket

Sleeping (allegedly) with the person you told me not to worry about, better yet, the person who blew up our relationship in the first place

So that was a lie, how you never saw her like that, how you never wanted to sleep with her? What else were you lying about?

You believed random strangers' words (articles) over my own

Beleiving her (Jolene) words over my own because she obviously told you stuff. Again.

The second you saw me with a friend you're insecure about, the first thing that came to your mind was to hurt me back even though I never did anything to you. You did it for revenge. (this part is so touchy to me because this happened to me a lot haha)

You've been so insisting on me wanting to hear you side, but you can't even spear me a second to the same?

The covering up. The lies. The manipulation (a lil far fetch but, him waking her with an orgasm, trying to keep her all pleasured and joyful so he can have the time to cover up his tracks) You're dangling marriage and family in front of my face while you have a knife in your hand and you're digging in on my back

I could go on and on and on, but I think the thing that would hurt Pocket the most is the lying. The point blank, lying to her face. I really really wished Blake came clean right away. It would've been so much better that way. Like yeah, Pocket would still be hurt and angry, rightfully so, but at least he's showing how much he regretted it, and that he felt remorse by coming clean. But he HAD to cover it up, he had to keep on lying, he had to hide it under the guise of starting a FAMILY AND GETTING MARRIED. like that's just so cruel. and I would argue, that makes it so much more hurtful. It's like acid on a wound. and like you said, it's how he went about it that hurt Pocket rather than the act itself. Again, I'm not even mad anymore, i'm just downright disappointed.

Sigh, I'd have to complete reading chapter 18 and fully find out the truth of what happened first before I give my final verdict if Benjamin is a lost cost. But you are also a very talented writer so I have high hopes that you'll be able to pull through with this and have him suffer and go through pain worse than he's Pocket through and actually work on being better. Because (and i figured this out right this second lol if you can't already tell how my brain is wired with these entries then...well, basically i'm insane and have so many thoughts) the reason why Bobby keeps making all these mistakes over and over is because he's trying to be better for the wrong reason. He's doing all this work to be better and to gain Pocket's trust, why? Because he wants her back. He wants to be with her again, and honestly, I don't think that's the right way to go about it. He should be trying to be better for her because he realized how much pain he's caused her and he doesn't want that anymore. He should be trying to be better because he wants to be, so he can't stop hurting people he loves. But he's treating is as an objective, a goal to fulfill so he can get the prize which is getting the girl back. And that just seems like he truly hasn't realized yet just how much he fucked up, or at least, realized how hurt Pocket was with all of this. Like, he should be trying to be better without any expectations, it should be "I'm trying to be better so I can be a better person, and earn her trust back, whether we get back together or not, it doesn't matter. All I care about is fixing this mess and helping her heal and being a better person. No incentive, no price, just because I want to" but hey. what do I know

ANYWAYS, this got wayyyy too long I am so so sorry. But sigh, I'm both anxious and excited for the rest of Chapter 18, I know shits about to hit the fan but after that, I know Brandon is going to go through so much pain, and honestly, I'm here for it. The least he can do to understand what Pocket's been going through. You're amazing as always! sending you love!

Ok, first of all, we don't talk about Bruno. I'm sorry. I had to. Please forgive me. As for the things he told her wanted-- a place of their own, getting married, maybe kids-- he does want all that, so much, with her. He wants it so badly. There's some wording you used ("I still believe he has a good enough heart in him not to pull through because he truly never saw Jesse that way and he physically can't since he loves Pocket so much.") that I find very, very interesting, and I'd like you to hold this thought in your head until about Chapter 27 or so... Also, i like that you referred to her as Jolene, because "I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man" is so appropriate here; though Pocket would never beg her, not even a little bit.

Again, so many things I want to say to you, but I cannot! For it would be spoilery and no one wants that! As always, though, your posts make my night. I look forward to them every day! <3

#unwanted #jnon report

[skunkes]

You probably get this asked a lot but do you have any particular things you keep in mind when writing in your journal? I started recently and it's been great but I find that Only recapping my day gets to be a bit tedious (esp when I don't go outside much lol) so I was curious what you do to keep motivated with it ! Ur sticker layouts are always so cutes btw I'm very inspired by them ^_^💖

Yeah! I mainly journal for Memory Keeping as i have a weird obsession with wanting to keep track of anything/everything, so i just think of what future cheye would want to know, instead of just recapping day.

Makes me really sad bc in college all i had energy to write was like "ate x went to class went to mailroom went to class 2 had x for dinner 1 am now goodnight" and its like. What about. The whole rest of it!! What did u do who did you talk to when was it that you saw a raccoon irl for the first time!!! Were you stressing over assignments?? Which and why!!! I have 0 tangible, meaningful, memories of what happened now. Just sterile clinical ones. :(

I do track things consistently like my rating for the day, the time i woke up and the time i go to bed, what i ate, if i cried, along wit other personal stats (i like the numbers!). Sometimes I also dont Do anything in a day so i just focus on other things, like taking the opportunity to write about feelings a little bit, so future cheye Knows the state of mind i was in on a given day, or maybe talk about how I bought something and am excited to wear/use it

Not much happened today so I wrote about and included how my dad described the plot of to, and showed me, some scenes of The Untouchables 1987 today because a song always reminds him of that movie...

yesterday I wrote about how my sister and I are planning on trying some pillsbury cocoa rolls on thursday, since we couldn't today, and that I am Excited.

I don't know, its small things that I feel I'd appreciate in the future even if they seem silly or pointless right now...(and also good for keeping track of personal growth, as Im hoping I at one point get to pinpoint where my complaints about Not Wanting to Drive fade away from the entries. Ykwim?)

ITS KIND OF LIKE THAT ONE POST ON HERE...like "if you see this tag one delight from your day no matter how small". You ""force"" yourself to come up with something to pad the entry with, and I think it's small things like that that will be really telling of your time here, in the future ^_^ time capsule of the old you

like. Did you see something insanely funny? Did your best friend say something weird... Did the internet platforms you browse all rally over a war criminal dying... Is it still rainy and chilly like it was yesterday? Are you excited for your birthday even if its many months away... What series did you start rewatching? Did u get scared by a shadow while walking your dog...idk! Anything, everything

#anonymous #skunk mail #long post #and none of these things have to be super detailed either! #like i have a separate journal for Feelings Theses. feelings in my main one are just like ''man i feel #like ass about everything again. cried a lot.'' #i thingk its also like. idk i dont like to bother my friends so i don't have anyone to share stuff wit but myself #so i write it in there ..ykwim...like im feeling happy today i saw something cool i really want ice cream! #<- shit i wouldnt say to a friend or stuff id post to my priv account as the thought came to me that nobody wld care abt either

[marcspectrr]

a brief moonlayl timeline in the MCU

March 9, 1987

Marc is born.

October 28, 1994

Layla is born. (idk why but I love how Oscar and May share birthdays w Marc and Layla (♡ヮ♡) they're different years but still)

~ 1996

Randall dies. Marc creates Steven. (this is a rough estimate. marc's 10th birthday eventually rolls around and he doesn't get a colorful drawing that he would tease but secretly love and collect in a drawer in his desk. he thinks of the last drawing he supposes he'd ever see, the unfinished goldfish with one fin, the one he spent a couple of months working up the courage to ask his dad to put in a frame and hang up in his room. his mom doesn't watch him blow out his candles, doesn't even leave her room. his 12th birthday rolls around and she's there, at the table, too loud, too unfamiliar, and he wants to disappear. steven draws him pictures. he keeps them right beside their pile of shared toys.)

~ 2004

Marc leaves home and enlists in the Marines. (he's crying, he knows he's crying, though he doesn't know why. he can't seem to remember much lately. after she picks up the belt, time becomes hazy. some part of him knows it's not steven.)

2007

On his second tour in Iraq, Marc goes AWOL in a fugue state, causing his superiors to catch on to his disorder and dig up his past. He is dishonorably discharged. He then becomes an underground boxer, where he meets Frenchie. (hours, it must be. he's losing hours when they find him wandering and he doesn't even know why.)

2008-2015

Marc becomes a mercenary. Layla joins her father on his trips to archeological sites. (one trip turns into two, then two into three. soon, layla finds herself hanging onto every word, every lesson, everything her father could give her. she takes it all in and feels proud to share his name.)

2015

Marc works for his former commanding officer, Raul Bushman. During one of their missions in Egypt, Bushman executes all of the archeologists at the dig site, including Doctor Abdallah El-Faouly. Bushman then shoots Marc, who ends up crawling towards Khonshu's temple and becomes Moon Knight. Marc tries to approach El-Faouly's daughter to tell her what happened but cannot bring himself to follow through. Layla is 21 and Marc is 28 when they meet.

2018

The Snap. (they're split up when it happens, when half the world disappears, and suddenly the space they're taking up in each other's lives becomes much more real. much more warm.)

December 14, 2018

Issue date on Marc's passport.

May 29, 2019

Issue date on Layla's (fake) passport.

Sometime between 2018 and 2023

Marc and Layla get married. They have their honeymoon in the Maldives. (here's why I think it's during the blip)

October 2023

Everyone comes back from the Blip.

~ 2016-2025

Layla and Marc go on missions together, locating Egyptian relics. Layla calls them 'adventures'.

They move into a place 20 minutes near Brixton. (I feel like they've lived in a few different places around the world together but their place in London has been their home for a while, including when Marc left Layla. When she's talking to Lagaro, she mentions Steven "living 20 minutes away from our old place". In my head it's like this. Marc wants to still be close to her so Steven gets a flat near their place, even if it's risky. After Marc leaves, Layla's trying to keep busy and is not actually in London when Steven turns on the phone. Maybe she's in a different time zone on a mission, winding down for the night, checking to see if she's able to track him and sorta has to stare at the screen for a minute bc she can. Maybe it's the middle of the night but she's wide awake now, and immediately calls him. "Why did you call me M-Marc?" She's angry, of course she is, but as soon as she hangs up, she books the earliest flight to London. Then when she gets there, she goes to their place, takes her Vespa to the streets and almost runs over her husband who will not drop the accent for some reason.

Early 2025 (2 months before start of show)

Wendy Spector dies. Marc leaves Layla and sends her unsigned divorce papers. Steven predominately fronts, living in a flat 20 minutes away from Marc and Layla's apartment.

Mid-2025

Steven turns on Marc's burner phone, causing Layla to track him down. They get split up during a fight with a jackal. The first time Layla sees Marc in around 2 months is in Cairo. (he can't even be mad at her. his face says it all.)

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #layla el faouly #jake lockely #moonlayl #marclayla #marc spector x layla el faouly #moon knight meta #mk meta #gotta get frenchie in there dont mind the two pedro cameos #its canon at this point right? #i will not shut up about them becoming closer during the blip #btw this is all vague pls be kind #i can't do math

[butterscotch-goat]

Your oc lore, please give it to me, I arrived very late and am rather confused but also incredibly intrigued! (Also side not idk how to explain it but your art is very comforting! Says the man who has seen 2 drawings. But my point still stands lol)

This means so much to me 🥹🥹 Im glad ur interested!!! I'll give u some quick summaries (quick as I can be bc once I start talking about my silly little blorbos it's hard for me to stop-)

IF YOU EVER HAVE QUESTIONS PLS ASK IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT MY GUYS

SO! First group of OCs is a project I'm currently calling "Escapism" which takes place in 1890s England. (Check the #buttersketch-escapism tag for content of em)

Okay so I started typing and realized I included WAYYY TOO MUCH info but I worked hard on it so I'll still include it, bUT

TLDR: Aster (tired, anxious, hopeful) is magic (plant magic) and is being used for experiments and tests by Charles(friendly guy, stubborn, cheery) and Beatrice(joyful, caring, passionate) until Beatrice herself becomes and experiment when Charles wants to find out what would happen if you attached wings to a human being. Also aster and Beatrice are girlfriends. Charles accidentally kidnaps Martha (extroverted, curious, peppy) because her magical(healing magic) girlfriend Grace died and Martha has info about her magic. Eventually Aster kills Charles and is haunted by her guilt, which is manifested in a character I call Ghost!Charles (self-explanatory)

Here's uhhh escapism for ya!! Sorry,, you don't have to read it there's a lot of text I know-

Second story which I haven't posted about as much as one I'm calling "Dawn" which takes place in the modern day, and is about demons & angels, heaven & hell & earth type stuff. Simpler than escapism, thank God- (check the #buttersketch-dawn tag for some content of dawn!!!!!)

Here's the cast!! Refs are somewhat outdated but do the job. (Sorry for the last image I don't have a ref for him yet)

I'll keep this short, for real this time!!

In 2019, Chigs accidentally falls off the edge of heaven and misses earth so they fall straight to hell. They didn't have any evil intent so are still an angel, but they need to find a way back to heaven. They stumble into Dawn's office and Dawn reluctantly agrees to help them. Frappe also barges into Dawn's office to hide, as she's on the run from the police. Gene comes around to check on Dawn and finds an outlaw and an angel. Dawn, Chigs, and Frappe run away to earth. Gene recruits Ronnette to help him track down the trio. The trio accidentally gets separated on their way to earth; Frappe and Chigs find each other but Dawn is left to navigate a modern day earth on her own. HIJINKS ENSUE!

time for some lore that's BARELY plot relevant!

Gene and Lucy used to be boyfriends but Gene broke up with Lucy in the 1920s because Lucy was so drowned in his work and wouldn't care about anything else. They get back together eventually tho :3 I make a lot of Lucy & Abigail content even tho he only shows up in like one flashback scene maybe??? Sorry about that.

Anyway THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY GUYSSS I tried to keep it short, also bc it is getting late and I have school tomorrow OFBSHHDHFHDHSJ.

my inbox is ALWAYS open for questions of any kind so hmu if you ever have any!! Sorry again for all the info!!

#butterstalk #buttersketch escapism #buttersketch dawn

[stitchthesewords]

Hey hi hey hey hi I am having an Emotional day so uh. Have an Apocalypse AU idea I had. Full disclosure - I uh. Actually hate stories set within and just beyond apocalypses, which is why my stuff is always set pretty far Past an apocalypse. But. I'm feeling things and I dislike apocalypse stories because of that whole Lone Wolf/Everyone Turns On Each Other mindset so many writers seem to have and this is Not That so - below the cut.

Okay so I'm less interested in how the apocalypse happens here but I'm picturing it being some kind of monster apocalypse. This is definitely gonna be a minecrafty like. low fantasy world like all my ideas so maybe the apocalypse is caused by mobs coming in the night for the first time. The struggle of stuff spawning when it gets dark - and maybe with the added difficulty of the sun not killing things. My own difficulty is figuring out like, doc and Cleo bc i still want them to be a creeper and zombie hybrid but I imagine everyone being human??????? maybe I change that. But I still don't know how to justify like doc existing like Cleo mightve gotten bitten but not become a full zombie for some reason but doc? IDK. then again im now thinking about like maybe mild hybridization okay. So maybe like. avians. Sheep hybrids. Simpler hybrids than what i usually do and everyone else [sans the hybrids] are just Dudes. Okay so

Monsters start appearing one day and it causes, understandably, mass panic in a world where monsters didn't exist beforehand. Before its all said and done, people are fleeing left right and center and no one is really keeping track of anything and a lot of things kind of fall apart. You know, standard monster apocalypse stuff. BUT. here's the thing. I don't think this is a 'government steps in a takes over' and I dont think this is a 'everyone turns on each other and refuses to share supplies' - just the opposite.

And the hermits end up being one such group of people who end up collecting together. They pool their resources and support each other and build a safe place to live - lit up, with walls to keep the new and dangerous mobs out, and houses to keep everyone safe and warm. Support. No man left behind. And it - admittedly - takes them a bit to really get their feet underneath them. Feeding a group their size is difficult and gardening and farming is a brand new idea to a lot of them who had other jobs before the apocalypse [Architects, tailors, scientists, engineers, etc etc]. And they're jobs are important and useful too, but they're got to learn to do stuff like Milk Cows, grow their own food, process that food, process animals - all of it.

And what I'm thinking is like this is both a soft and hard au. Soft in that there's a lot of focus on learning to trust their new family, learning these new skills they need, falling in love amongst themselves, and learning how to accomodate different issues everyone has. And its also a hard AU in that it's learning to fight to defend each other from the mobs and learning to explore safely and learning to protect each other and all that stuff.

But its also like - welcoming strangers who need help who may or may not stay with open arms because they're people and they need help. And yeah, sometimes people have bad intentions and it might bite them in the ass occasionally but this is a group of people who came together to protect each other they aren't just going to leave someone else out to starve or die.

Is this even coherent. Anyway just kind of a lot of thoughts about learning to care for other people and trust and build community both literally and figuratively. Learning to build houses with your hands and repair what you have and learning to farm and process and cook. Rebuilding from the ground up a community in your own image. lkhsfkdlk

@atherix @braxiatel @greatbridge @ellalily @lesbianwilby @em-mermaid @loombarrow @sparksnevadas @aceofthefandoms

#Stitch Talks #Stitch's Writing #Hermitcraft #Apocalypse AU #god #just #glsdfhkhfslhjhgd

[wjehfshs]

I forgot to take my meds so I’m gonna do some silly short imagines/scenarios with COD and DBH characters x reader

Warnings??: swearing. Cringe and uncreative :3, but I’m having fun so… reader being chaotic and silly

Mentions of smoking/cigars at one point and blood at one point but not too bad

A really fucked up looking cake made by reader and Connor

Somewhat Connor x reader

Price being basically the dad of everyone

Hank and Connor being the best father son duo

Hank kinda being a father figure overall

Hank also creating an abomination

OOC Connor??? Sorta??? Idk if headcanons about Deviant Connor count as OOC we don’t really see much of Deviant Connors personality.

COD imagines

Reader: who’s got their hands on their favourite food and they’re devouring it (may or may not be inspired by me at dinner earlier today)

Everyone else: looking on in fear and awe, their food basically untouched as reader is basically oblivious to the world

Soap: “Jesus fuckin Christ lad/lass, could ya slow down?! It’s givin’ me a stomach ache just looking at ya”

Reader: who stops dead in their tracks, food stuffed in their mouth as they are mid chew, fork with more food on it held up in midair as if they are about to take another bite. And they start slowly chewing again as they slowly descend back into their episode of shovelling food down their throat

Soap: “that’s fuckin it, bloody hell im eatin in my room” as he picks up his plate and walks off

Reader: walking back inside with a plastic tub that seems to be wet and heavy.

Price: “what have you done this time.”

Reader: “noooothing” they smile a little to themselves as they try to conceal their laughter

Price: “let me look in the tub. Now.”

Reader: backing off not wanting to make him angry.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, and Graves: All siting peacefully in the main area.

Price: in the background “Why the fuck did you bring a fucking baby Shark inside?!”

Ghost: covered in glitter, absolutely pissed beyond belief “would you like to tell me why there was a bucket of glitter sat on top of my door?!”

Reader: “well that’s actually a funny story you see…” starts booking it in the opposite direction

Ghost: chasing after them at full speed, still covered in glitter, leaving a glitter trail behind him.

Everyone: very confused as to why there is a glitter trail eventually leading to a locked door with a glitter covered Ghost banging on it with reader crying/laughing behind it out of both fear and it being the funniest shit they have seen all day

COD headcanons

I like to imagine Gaz really likes Beyoncé so if he’s ever put on cleaning duty he will wait until everyone’s asleep and he’ll listen to Beyoncé with his headphones on while cleaning, he’s definitely been caught a couple times by Price or Graves or something. He never lived it down but it still didn’t stop his love for Beyoncé.

Soap really loves olives, like, REALLY loves them so much so to the point where every time they get a supply of Olives they have to lock them away so Soap doesn’t take them too his room and eat them all in one sitting (side note: I hate olives, I really fucking hate olives)

Ghost likes hello kitty because it reminds him of the softer things in life (which he doesn’t really get to see much I can imagine) so back at home he has a bunch of hello kitty stuff such as plushies all placed neatly on his bed along with some other stuff like bed sheets, but he refuses to take any of it with him on missions even if he can keep it in his room in the Barracks because he’s just so scared that if the Barracks get attacked his plushies will either get dirty/bloody or straight up “injured” and he just loves them too much to let that happen, just quietly he thinks if that where to ever happen his entire world would fucking crumble in front of him (self inserting myself a bit bc I love my plushies this much too and I love hello kitty)

Price although he smokes cigars he knows how it can make Gaz worry (worried son moment frfr) so he’s trying to stop so he’s taken up chewing a shit load of gum. He will sneak in an occasional cigar if he gets too stressed out on a mission. He just needs that relief for a second but he swears he’ll stop next time (he doesn’t).

Soap likes to collect bath toys, ever since he got his nickname “Soap” he’s taken a liking to collecting bath toys (specifically rubber ducky’s) whenever he’s back at home.

Graves is a full blown homosexual but he’s too scared to admit it so he denies it every time.

DBH imagines

Hank: getting home after reader and Connor (deviant Connor, sorry I really only write deviant Connor bc he holds a special place in my heart and any kind of Connor hurts me) get a day off “Hey im homeeee…”

Reader: covered in flour and butter

Connor: the ends of his fingers are charred black a bit from the oven and he has icing bits in his hair

Reader and Connor collectively: “We made you a cake! :D”

The cake in question:

Hank: literal fucking tears in his eyes out of pure terror and stress. “…Thanks guys, I’m not. I’m not hungry right now but I’ll eat it later” as he slowly shuffles to his room with a shell shocked look on his face.

Connor and Reader: Looking at each other with the stupidest and biggest smile on their faces.

(This is inspired by a tik tok audio)

Connor: who’s deviant but is still used to being a machine so he analyses every single little thing. He walks up to reader. “You’re hair smells different today, did you use a different shampoo?”

Reader: slowly turning around with a scared smile on their face. “That’s actually really… creepy”

Connor: (in his head) “creepy? Am I. Creepy?” But on the outside he looks like he’s on the verge of tears

Reader: who sees his expression and immediately hugs him just to assure him they’re not mad just giving him a heads up that it’s kinda weird, they still love him tho (either platonically or romantically)

Hank: in the kitchen making something

Connor: “Hey Hank, what are you making?” As he makes the mistake, the traumatic life changing mistake of looking in the pot

Hank: who’s boiling fucking raw chicken with nothing but hot water. “Chicken.” He says bluntly as he cleans up and puts the chicken on the plate and eats it while it’s completely unseasoned and practically raw

Connor: from the sheer shock of the encounter he goes into overload and he’s getting warning systems all over telling him sometimes wrong

Reader: who has to sit Connor down as they try not to gag from Hanks creation he dares to call a “meal”

DBH headcanons

Neither Hank nor Connor can cook for shit so 90% of the time it’s either microwaveable food or take out for Hank.

Since Connor turned Deviant he developed social anxiety but when he’s around people such as Hank or reader he’s so silly, he gets so stupid and funny it’s so cute to see him like that (I want to squeeze him and put him in my pocket then have him surgically inserted into my heart permanently I love him so much)

Connors autistic

Hanks Bi

Connors Pansexual

Connor and Hank so father son activities such as play catch outside and walk Sumo (with reader ofc)

Hank had his house renovated to have an extra room put in for Connor (and if you also want to live there an extra room for you but if your romantically in a relationship with Connor you would probably just have a bed put in Connors room and Connor, although he doesn’t need sleep, he’ll go into sleeping mode with you on the bed as you two cuddle)

Connor saved up enough money to buy a phone so once he got it all set up the camera roll is just filled with pictures of Sumo, other dogs he saw in public while out, him and Hank taking selfies, Hank who once got drunk and stole his phone and took pictures of himself, you and Connor selfies, (if you two are romantically together, sometimes just pictures of you, many, many pictures of you) and, you, Hank, Sumo and him all in a photo together. Maybe a couple of photos with his other friends too such as Markus etc etc but it’s mainly those.

Connor love’s physical touch, platonically, romantically, all of it. Every day he gives Hank a good morning hug, and a good night hug (best son ever fr) and every time he sees you he squeezes you into a tight hug and won’t let go for a good minute (if you two are in love he’ll also pepper your entire face with kisses for that entire minute finishing off with a smooch on the lips)

Ok that’s all for now, I love Connor fr he’s my favourite I would die for him.

I know this was super cringe but I had sm fun doing this.

Ok it’s like 2AM I should go to bed

Bye bye!

#cod x reader #cod mw2 x reader #dbh x reader #Detroit become human x reader #I swear to god if I see anyone shipping Hankcon I will block u #also goes for price and gaz or really any on the team I see them as his children it makes me super uncomfy and it’s just kinda weird #:3 #also i just read the most wild COD fan fic on here like oh my god Jesus Christ y’all need to be restrained #I cant sleep help me #I’m so hyper rn

[biirbi]

Dndads season 2 expectations :3

Frankly I do not really know how tumblr works; just posting this to keep track of it! I just finished season 1 of dungeons and daddies a bit ago and am starting the next one soon! Here are my current thoughts/expectations:

ummummmm honestly I have no clue what's going to happen in S2- I know the premise is the doodler has returned, but besides them trying to defeat it probably, no idea. I'm excited to hopefullyy see some of my favorite s1 characters again (I am pretty much exclusively talking about Erin and Scam)! If willy shows up again im going to leave. forever. he doesn't get to be an antag for two seasons.

AND ALSO IM GONNA BE. VERY UPSET IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE STAMPLERS. I know scary isn't a stampler technically but I'll still refer to them all as that. but I care them so hard im gonna be so mad. all in all I just want the stamplers to be ok. and scam and erin. Also speaking of erin I hope vince dies she deserves someone with more dimensions (me)

The kids as dads!:

Honestly, I love all the kids- I cannot see them being that bad of parents (but apparently I'll find out soon!)

Adulthood clearly fucks them up SOMEHOW bc idk how they could be so awful but Sparrow (My favorite kid as of now :3) would probably just be. kinda like henry but I still think different? Like Henry is probably more protective than I imagine sparrow would be; aloof (p.s. I had a different idea of what aloof meant but I can't think of a different word so. oh well just use your imagination LMFAO) though he still is very loving! And does his best to sprinkle in life lessons even if they're not. that great. Like I'd think the worst he could fuck up his kid is not really teach him any particularly valuable life skills

Terry Jr! I love him, I'm very glad he and Ron are doing well as of now. I think he's a great kid that would make a great step-dad, especially considering the fact he knows what it's like to 1: lose his dad and 2: have an emotionally distant step-father. You'd THINK he wouldn't want a kid to also go through that but who knows I guess.

I love Grant too, and I know I've said this for all of them but honestly I have no clue what tf they do to him to possibly get him to be that bad of a dad. He was definitely traumatized by murdering that thing so I get him maybe like being emotionally distant. and like overbearing at the same time. but I wouldn't really call that being a poor parent,,,

Nicky uhhh. He confuses me I don't really know what he's like anymore since he was Glenn's kid. then Jodie's. now kinda both so honestly I've no real idea of what he's gonna be like but I still can't see him being that bad.

AND THAT REMINDS ME if hermie is presumably a grandkid of one of the preexisting s1 characters I can not figure out WHO tf might be the one that fucked him up that bad. I don't really know anything about him but it's soo obvious that he is Not gonna have a Good Time. I don't even know if he's a normal guy (normal hehe) or from the forgotten realms or>?????

Characters I'll probably get attached to

Honestly, as far as I can tell abt hermie (which I'm not really supposed to know about yet but whatever) he does seem like a character I will get attached to. And hopefully not empathize with cause that won't help. He just looks like he's designed to hold SO much trauma.

*slaps roof of hermie*

This baby can hold so much trauma in it.

I don't really have any clue abt him but. I can tell it probably won't go well for him! Also he kinda? ?? looks like an antag but also doesn't? Idk maybe an antag because of a forced hand, or more along the lines of an anti-hero? I've no idea.

Scary! She seems likeable in an. unlikeable edgy way. She's played by Beth so it can't be that hard to like her (Which I recently met someone who DOESN'T like beth!? He just hates to see a funny woman...), plus I'm a sucker for edgy emo characters. She's not actually related to ron but yknow terry's her step-dad and that's close enough.

Honestly I don't particularly take to very chipper and upbeat characters (which I'm just assuming Normal is, I could be wrong), so no clue if I'll like him. I at least probably won't dislike him as long as he's not annoying abt it.

And I have no clue what Taylor's gonna be like so really I can't say anything. He's kinda sorta related to Glenn? kinda????? and I didn't like Glenn very much at first, he did grow on me a little but idk- we'll see

I totally forgot to put lincoln in here. idk ANYTHING about him so uhh we'll see!

ermm I think I had something else to say but I forgot- I'm going to start dedicating the next 10 days while I'm by myself to probably binging all of s2. Uhhhh wish me luck!

#dungeons and daddies #dndads

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hi!

I love your writing so very much but I have to go anon cause I’m shy hehe.

Would you be open to writing something about a superchub!Bucky and his doting bf Steve playing around with immobility kink?

Steve spending a day stuffing Bucky until he can’t stand up from the couch, getting everything for him so he never get up for the whole of it, taunting Bucky a little bit that if he keeps this up he’ll be too big to do anything for himself but eat (they’re both a little turned on by imagining it).

Idk if that is anything you might like, but I wanted to ask bc again I love your content!

Hey!

Thank you!! 🥰

And what else is the anon function on Tumblr for? Lol sometimes you gotta peak out between your fingers while sending someone your thots, I get it!

Would you be open to writing something about a superchub!Bucky and his doting bf Steve playing around with immobility kink?

One word: YES.

But also many more words than just one-

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink with fantasy and real immobility kink, stuffing, weight gain, etc.

I love love love the idea of Bucky sitting and being doted on the entire day, getting fuller and fuller, packed tighter and tighter, belly getting rounder and rounder under that thick layer of fat 😳

However, you know what this made me think of??

It made me a think of a feedism post I saw forever ago and can't track down rn but it amounted to: wouldn't it be great if for a weekend we pretend I'm immobile? You bring me food. You feed me. You fuck me and do all the work. It's fun. It's hot. It becomes an every weekend activity. And then a vacation activity, a stay-cation in our house except... after it keeps happening, our role played immobility, eventually, I really become immobile. It takes a while for us to notice though. Because weren't still playing. So lost in the game. Until- it's not a game anymore 😳

Like, imagine that happening with this huge Bucky and Steve-? 🥴🥴🥴

It starts years back when Bucky just first gets a little, erm, husky from bulking at the gym. For this bulk he ends up not going to workout as much as he planned to because he gets super busy with work or whatever, but in his mind, he’s still bulking, so he eats like he really was bulking until… oops… he's gained like 15, maybe 20 lbs? Getting some nice fluff on top of his muscles and, oh, Bucky really likes the way it feels.

The way it feels being bigger.

The way it feels when Steve feeds him.

And he really likes this new kink he’s found on the internet while trying to figure out just how weird he was for liking those two things. Turns out... he's not all that weird. Theres a community of people around it, actually.

He introduces the kink to Steve and they dive into it fast. Steve remains a gym rat as they both were when they began dating, but he comes home and feeds Bucky until Bucky feels like he can’t move. Steve teases Bucky that he’s eating everything Steve craves but can’t have (that’s not really what’s going on, but the role-play of it gets them both hot so… what does it matter, whether its true or not?). And eventually, Steve teases Bucky that if he keeps stuffing himself, he won’t be able to move when he used to go to the gym twice a day. What a change. Bucky likes the change. He likes the idea of being pinned to one spot by his changes. He likes the contrast between all his soft, round fat and Steve's cut, hard muscles. Steve's fitness versus Bucky's fatness.

Bucky begs Steve to stuff him until he can’t move, he's so desperate to feel more of those feelings he's having surrounding his (sort of) new kink. His new body.

He begs and begs and begs. 

And eats and eats and eats because Steve can’t resist his begging or his puppy dog eyes or his pouting. 

With all that intense feeding, both stuffing on junk food and the red meat (for Steve's muscle/gains) and boost/gainer shakes, Bucky piles on weight criminally easy until he really is on the cusp of immobility because it takes so much effort to move. He’s so heavy.

And it's all Bucky wants for Steve to keep him as his pet glutton, unable to move and doted on by his ridiculously fit, strong, and capable boyfriend. All he wants to get larger and larger, fatter and fatter while Steve gets more fit- he's training for a marathon right now. The contrast between their bodies is endlessly sexy to them both... 

They play with immobility a lot. It’s easier to play the closer it gets too.

So, playing, the most Bucky moves for a while is between the couch and the bed, heavy, plodding steps that take forever, winding Bucky while his boyfriend is right next to him, light on his feet and only breathing heavily because he’s turned on. Turned on by this because Bucky is turned on by it too; it being the heavy jiggle of all his fat as he shuffles from the bed to the couch, stuffed from breakfast in bed and now holding what part of his stomach that he can actually reach. Trying to hold himself together practically. He’s so round. He’s so stuffed but you can’t tell because his packed hard stomach is buried under all that blubber. And by the time he gets to the couch, he’s had to stop several times, pausing to gather his strength to get there. 

Once on the couch, Steve brings him a gainer shake not unlike the protein shakes he makes for himself before he goes to the gym (but with about double the calories and more sugar) to “keep up his fluids”. Bucky guzzles it down like nothing. Like it's water. He’s still hot and sweaty from walking. Hot as in temperature and hot as in turned on... Steve is gonna have to use that gym-honed strength to lift his heavy, heavy tummy and fat pad up out of the way to get to his dick before long 🥵 Then, he can use his hands or put his mouth on him while Bucky rubs his upset, full tummy and contemplates how he could possibly get himself fuller. 🥴🥴 Ever hungry for the perfect feeling of being pushed all the way to his limits- about to burst he’s so bloated and full and heavy with it. Getting heavier the more he eats. The more he stuffs into his fat face. 

But that’s the thing.

Bucky stays on the couch for the rest of the day- eating. He has snacks while sitting on the couch. He has lunch while sitting on the couch. He has more snacks while sitting on the couch. He has dinner while sitting on the couch. He has dessert while sitting on the couch. He… he tries to get up to follow Steve to the bedroom so they can sleep together, Steve cuddling as close as he possibly can to his big, fat, fucking huge boyfriend who's body is a pillow all over, soft, but-

Oh, shit. 

Bucky moans. He can’t get up. 

It’s not the first time he’s eaten himself into the inability to get up off the couch, so they camp out in the living room all night. However, it is the first time he’s done it by accident. Usually, when he can’t move from the couch to the bed it’s pretend, more of that role-play, or it’s planned in the day's events… an all-day stuffing that leaves him unable to move under the weight of all those calories. Now he just can’t move from a normal day of eating.

God. 

That shouldn’t make him as hot as it does but… here he is. And Steve has to go and find his cock where it’s buried under all his blubber again. 

...

In the morning - when he’s the lightest and his stomach is the least round it’ll be all day, not yet stuffed full - Bucky tries again. He grunts and then moans.

He can’t get up. 🥵😫

He can’t-

Fuck. 

It’s all his fantasies (all the realistic ones) come true. 

He’s eaten himself so big he can’t get off his huge, fat ass. He’s too fucking fat. So big. So large that Steve has to stretch himself out to straddle one of his huge thighs. So massive that he can’t touch the roundest part of his stomach, it’s grown out so big, so round. So vast that he’s got more than a double chin- three or four instead. So mammoth that he’s stuck in place, overwhelmed by his own body. 

Steve is overwhelmed by his body too. 

Sure, they could ease up and not stuff Bucky every hour (probably more like every half hour at this point) and he would drop enough weight quickly, it’s not like he’ll starve, that he could get mobility back in the snap of someone’s fingers but… this is too good. It's too good to be stuck on his huge ass with his only job to eat. It's not even his own job to rub his unbelievably massive stomach anymore. He can't reach all of it. So he can't do a good job of it. Steve has to do that instead. Bucky just gets to stuff his face and grow.

I went off-script from your prompt but I hope you still enjoyed it 🥰

#ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #immobility #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chubby bucky #fat bucky #mylevisdontfitanymore

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

a playlist for ty lee!!!! <3 <3

similar to mai's, the sound and genre was very important. while idk how many of the artists here would be classified as hyperpop, i was very much inspired by the idea of girly exaggerated pop music with a dark undercurrent. there weren't any songs that fit lyrically, but the vibes of scene queen's bimbocore eps are so ty lee.

1. bubblegum bitch - marina

got a figure like a doll / don't care if you think i'm dumb / i don't care at all

like i said - seemingly shallow girly pop with a dark/satirical side.

2. pink diamond - charli xcx

i'm a pink diamond, i need space

mostly just here for the aggressive & pink vibes, but it's about how charli felt trapped during the pandemic, wanted to go out and party but couldn't. ty lee, of course, also felt trapped, which is why she ran away to the -

3. circus - britney spears

all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus

after growing up lost in the shuffle with all her sisters, ty lee wants to be a perforner who's the center of attention

4. starstrukk - 3OH!3 ft. katy perry

'cause i just set them up / set them up / to knock them down

ty lee manipulating all the boys in "the beach". there's a pretty sad edge to this song - this girl manipulates bc she doesn't know how to love. ty lee is also pretty disconnected from her feelings, especially when she's flirting with men but also just in general. she's willing to do azula's cold and cruel bidding, and do it with a smile.

(for the record, i started thinking about this song that way bc of marina's cover. not to be like 'acoustic covers are automatically deeper' but i probably wouldn't have given this song any thought without her version.)

5. one woman army - porcelain black

i'm on the battlefield like, oh my god / knocking soldiers down like house of cards / i'm a one-woman army

a pretty standard girl-power track that just happens to refer to knocking soldiers down and therefore fits ty lee. there is a dark side to this song, though - it's about being powerful and successful but it's one of only 3 songs by the artist, and she hasn't released anything since 2014.

6. flux - poppy

i'm just a possession / for your amusement, for your confusion

her relationship with azula. i think azula genuinely had feelings for her, but azula also does treat mai and ty lee as possessions, as tools and means to an end. and ty lee makes herself non-threatening and praises azula all the time, molding herself into the compliant subject she knows azula wants her to be.

7. girl of the year - allie x

tell me i'm the only one / i like your lies

ty lee is attention-seeking because of her upbringing lost in the shuffle - mai was right about that even though it was mean - but she is also savvy enough to realize that most of the time when she has people's attention it's because they're treating her as an object. the boys, the audience at the circus, azula.

8. mirrorball - taylor swift

i'm still on that trapeze / i'm still trying everything / to keep you looking at me

similar to previous. ty lee is a performer, who has backed herself into this box where she feels if she's not entertaining, molding herself to what people want, she'll be discarded.

9. cheerleader - st. vincent

i've played dumb when i knew better

video

about her decision to betray azula at the boiling rock, deciding she won't be azula's "cheerleader" anymore, will stop playing dumb. shoutout to comradekatara's albumgaang yet again.

10. fetch the bolt cutters - fiona apple

other people have already explained it better than i could.

#Spotify #ty lee #nina's personal log #my playlists