#I'm absolutely projecting on to them 👀

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Spider Siblings headcannons and dynamics

Name headcannons:

Johnathan Baldovino Bianchi (Arackniss)

Anthoney Lorenzo Bianchi (Angel Dust)

Marcella Elisabetta Bianchi (Molly)

*As the oldest Arackniss is the default leader of the group, except when it comes to social settings, then he'll pass it over to the twins.

*Arackniss is an introvert, Angel an extrovert, and Molly falls somewhere in between.

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Talks a lot: Angel and Molly

Listens: Arackniss

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*Because of his more stoic and broody nature as well as his conventionally good looks Arackniss had a lot of "fan girls" during his school days. He did not notice this at all, but the twins did. They were practically beating off half the neighborhood girls with sticks and Arackniss still did not believe them when they told him. In his mind it just wasn't possible because he was just some guy with social anxiety who liked to collect marbles and stamps. (Bro is hella autistic actually but this was the 1910s-40s and society don't have a word for that yet)

*I know its confirmed in cannon that Angel is gay and to add to that I'd think it be really funny if Molly was a lesbian. Just so both of them can joke about being the "gay twin". Arackniss I headcannon as demisexual though he isn't all that interested in relationships as is.

*Arackniss calls the twins Twiddle Dum (Molly) and Twiddle Idiot (Angel)

*Of course the twins retaliate back with a shit ton of short jokes and nicknames

*After the twins hit their growth spurt around age 9 Arackniss remained the shortest of the bunch with Angel and Molly towering above him. Despite that he will always put himself between his siblings and whatever danger they've gotten themselves in. The twins in turn will sometimes still hide behind their older brother whenever they feel particularly anxious, though they will both deny this.

*Arackniss can and will smack the twins upside the head whenever they do something stupid

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Molly: You can't hit me! I'm a girl!

Arackniss: You're a bitch at best.

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Angel: You can't hit me! I'm the baby!

Arackniss: A really fucking annoying baby.

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*Will steal food from each other and say "I'm just checking if it's poisoned!"👀😋

*Whenever the twins wanted something they'd burst into Arackniss is room and in a serious tone said: "I have a proposition for you."🙏 Arackniss would just roll his eye and ask "What the fuck do you want now?" (This is an actual thing my brothers used to do to me and still do sometimes as grown ass adults 😑)

*Their favorite form of sibling bonding is going to the movies or plays together. And being that they lived in New York there was always something new playing.

*Arackniss likes westerns and sci-fi, Molly likes mystery, thriller, and horror, and Angel likes rom-coms, dramas, and musicals

*They also like to sit around the radio and listen to the shows and broadcasts together

*Molly is a snack goblin and is always munching on something. She always has snacks on her person at all time.

*Angel is a drink goblin and has several different drinks at hand that he's sipping on.

*Arackniss has a sweet tooth but refuses to admit it. His favorite sweets are salt water taffy and caramel candy.

*If any of them go out and see something the other would like they'll usually buy it for them then toss it in their face once they get back home

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Angel: *just getting back home*

Arackniss: *laying on the couch, minding his business*

Angel: *full force chucks a back of candy at him as he walks by* Here, don't say I never give ya nothing!

Arackniss: ???

Angel: *leaves to his room*

Arackniss: Fucking thanks?? I guess??

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*Molly is a book worm and used to read aloud to her brothers before bed when they were little

*Arackniss is the only one who likes and understands sports, the twins will still enthusiastically cheer for whatever team their brother is cheering for in the moment

*Angel and Molly where in the church choir while Arackniss was an alter boy

*Religion trauma:✨️Catholic guilt edition✨️

*As the only girl Molly was expected to learn homemaking and house work to help out her mom. But their mom also made the boys help out as well, despite their father's protest, because she was not going to have "useless and lazy freeloaders" under her roof

*They switch out chores sometimes if they don't want to do certain tasks. Molly hates doing dishes, Angel can't stand to sweep and mop, and Arackniss would rather die than do laundry.

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Molly: I'll have you know I am a dignified and delicate young lady!

Angel, muttering under his breath: Yeah, as delicate as a bulldozer.

Arackniss, in a low mumble: Or an atomic bomb.

Molly, full force punching their shoulders: I heard that you little cretins!

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*Angel is the best cook out of all 3 of them, Molly is better at baking, and Arackniss can just barely do the bare minimum

*Molly and Angel are very good at crafts: sewing, knitting, embroidery, beading, most tactical crafting that can keep them occupied with their hands.

*Arackniss can draw; mainly sketches in a little black notebook he keeps on him. He'll do a bit of water color painting if he knows their father won't be around for a while.

*Arackniss has an infinite amount of patience, except when it comes to the twins. Siblings just get under your skin like that and the twins can easily make their older brother lose his shit.

*Both the twins have a pretty nasty temper but Molly had a better grip on it than Angel. This is mainly because like most girls during that time (and even now) she had to learn to bottle everything down and put other's emotional and mental needs before her own.

*Angel tends to get angry on other people's behalf. Like if you insult him he'll tell you off at worst but if you insult someone he cares about he'll beat your ass.

Arackniss: Eldest daughter syndrome, always expected to look after his siblings and put family first before anything, forced to be his father's perfect soldier, never even asked if this was the life he wanted just told to do it.

Molly: Overlooked middle child, expected to be dainty and perfect when she's just as rowdy and rough as her brothers, a smart girl who loves to learn but was forced out of school to help keep house, forced into an abusive marriage she couldn't escape from.

Angel: Black sheep and family disappointment, a gay effeminate man in the 1940s surrounded by a machismo obsessed mob family, nearly beaten to death and threatened to be sent to an institution, ran away and spiraled down into near madness leaving a trail of destruction.

*They flat out refuse to call each other by their "Dead" names, its kind of like asking your siblings to call you by the nickname your friends call you, that's never gunna happen. They will only ever be Johnny, Tony, and Marcie to each other.

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Angel: I love you guys but-

Molly and Arackniss: Pfft, no the fuck ya don't!

Angel: Bitch let me finish my damn sentence!

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

quick post just to say I've loaded up the queue again with 22 more posts!! so prepare to get almost a full month of daily lore drops about these guys lmao

[asterafroditis]

Hiya, hope you're doing well!

If you don't mind, could I please request house wardens + Jamil who REALLY likes their taste? Like, think it's delicious and like to kiss them a lot in private, lips, cheeks, forehead, neck anywhere available and licking their lips afterwards . also maybe biting them gently 👀 When housewardens ask about it they they say with a nonchalant response "You taste delicious"

I'd love to see housewarden flabbergasted by this

𐔌 . ⋮ delicious affection .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Housewardens & Jamil x gn! reader

𓏵 881 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Sorry if this feels too short (I'm not so sure on how to write openly affectionate scenarios like these) but I hope I was able to fulfill your request (´ω｀。) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

You and Riddle were paired for a project, and after finishing it flawlessly, you reached over and gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. He stiffened, blinking rapidly.

"Y-You can't just—!"

Then you pressed your lips to his temple, let them linger, then leaned back with a quiet hum, licking your lips with a dreamy look.

"You taste delicious. Like honey tea and righteousness."

Riddle sputtered, face going crimson. "W-What kind of nonsense—?! That's not appropriate behavior for a study session!"

You tilted your head. "But it's the truth. You're yummy."

He tried to scold you further, but every time he glanced at you, that flustered look returned. That evening, he stared at his reflection longer than usual, wondering what part of him tasted like honey tea.

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Leona was half-asleep in the Savanaclaw lounge when you snuck up behind him, curled your arms around his shoulders, and kissed the side of his neck lazily. He cracked an eye open.

"You're doing that again."

Another kiss. This time to his jaw.

He groaned. "You treating me like a salt lick or something?"

"Mmm, nope. You’re better. You taste like sunlight and spice."

He raised a brow. "You're weird."

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. He didn’t push you away. Instead, he tilted his head just slightly, letting you kiss his collarbone too. "If I start tasting bad, you better let me know."

"You won’t."

He closed his eyes again. Maybe letting you dote on him wasn’t so bad.

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Azul was midway through planning a new promotion for the Mostro Lounge when you slid up beside him, pecked his cheek, then his temple, and finally pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you licked your lips like you’d just tried a rare delicacy.

"You taste delicious today. Rich and comforting. Like coffee and honey."

Azul went absolutely still. "...I-I beg your pardon?"

"Just being honest," you said innocently.

He turned pink to the tips of his ears. "Th-That’s highly unprofessional—!"

You leaned in again. "But you're off-duty right now."

Azul flailed with his pen but didn’t stop you from kissing his hand next. Internally, he was melting into a puddle of jelly.

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You had just helped Kalim finish arranging a table of desserts for the Scarabia dorm when you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Then his cheek. Then his shoulder.

"Hehe, you’re so affectionate today!"

You licked your lips. "You taste sweet. Like sugar and sunshine."

Kalim laughed, beaming. "Maybe it’s all the syrup I had earlier! Want some?"

You shook your head and gave his nose a gentle kiss. "Just you is enough."

He blinked, slightly stunned. Then hugged you tightly. "You’re the best! I’ve never had someone think I taste good before!"

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You sat beside Jamil while he cooked, gently pressing a kiss to his wrist, then to his shoulder blade.

"Watch it, I’m working."

You kissed his cheek. "You taste like cardamom and cleverness."

Jamil blinked, turning his head to look at you.

"...That’s oddly specific."

You just smiled. "That’s because I memorize you."

He looked away, ears pink. "You’re a menace."

But he set aside a plate just for you—before you even asked.

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You had just watched Vil’s skincare tutorial live and found him in the dorm lounge afterward. Wordlessly, you walked up, kissed his cheek, then his jaw, then pressed a final one to his lips. You hummed like you’d just sampled an expensive treat.

"You taste amazing. Like lavender and elegance."

Vil blinked. "...Darling, are you analyzing me like one of my perfumes?"

You nodded. "You’re my favorite scent and flavor."

He scoffed softly but looked pleased. "I suppose all that effort pays off then."

You kissed his collarbone. "Naturally delicious."

Vil sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear. "You’d better keep those compliments exclusive. Or I’ll have to lock you away."

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You managed to sneak into Idia's room—again—while he was gaming, and he barely noticed you at first. Then you plopped down beside him, kissed his cheek, his jaw, and the corner of his lips.

"Uwah—?! W-Wait, pause game—! What are you doing?!"

You pulled away with a satisfied hum. "Tastes like static and strawberry soda. I like it."

He turned bright red. "W-Who tastes like static?! What does that even mean?!"

You leaned on his shoulder. "You do. And it’s my favorite."

His heart rate was off the charts. He tried to hide his face behind his hoodie but kept side-eyeing you like you’d just hacked his entire emotional system.

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Malleus was telling you an old Briar Valley story under the stars when you reached up, kissed his cheek, then his brow, then the side of his neck. He went quiet, watching you curiously.

"You often do this."

You nodded. "Because you taste good. Like thunderstorms and ancient magic."

Malleus blinked slowly. "...That is a new one."

You smiled. "It’s comforting. You’re comforting."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "If I’m to be your favorite flavor… then allow me to become even more memorable."

He kissed your forehead in return, his magic humming quietly in the air.

[chara-cat5]

lads college au

jealousy pre relationship

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). theres no evols. gender neural mc/reader

(this is when they start realizing their feelings and if they aren't ignoring it oop 😶)

before y'all are dating or even really romantically interested. just buds. for now 👀

masterlist link

caleb-

you were just leaving class, checking your phone for any texts when someone tapped your shoulder. your met with an awkward smile and lost looking boy.

"sorry to bother you, but do you know where the science labs are?"

you hummed, a small smile on your lips as you nodded, slipping your phone back in your pocket.

"oh yeah, your in the wrong building actually. the science buildings are in the left wing of the campus. labs are in building 5. do you know which lab you're supposed to be in? i can probably tell you which floor at least.

he nodded, pulling out a paper that most likely had his class information jotted down on it to check. before you could look, an arm was suddenly around your waist and a familiar face bending down into your line of sight. caleb's head tilted down, his purple eyes locked on you as he smiled.

"hey pips, i was looking for you. did you see my texts?"

you blinked at him, slightly startled but shaking your head.

"i was helping this guy find his class."

you turned your gaze back to the now nervous man, looking at the paper.

"lab 205 is on the second floor on the left. right by the water fountain."

caleb, unbeknownst to you was absolutely glaring at this poor boy. he was frustrated how you brushed off his presence for what? this guy? how dare he steal your attention? he's standing right here and you didn't even look at the funny joke he sent!

"uh- t-thank you. i'll be on my way then..."

the boy took a step back, nodding to the two of you before rushing off. you tilted your head, about to turn back to caleb when you felt his chin rest on your shoulder.

"piiiiiips. my message? did you see it?"

you sighed softly as you pulled your phone back out, rolling your eyes.

"not yet caleb. i'll look at it right now, okay?"

he hummed softly, eyes watching you. he tugged you to start walking, leading the way to the cafeteria while you looked.

"thank you! you can laugh at it while we eat."

as the two of you walked, he couldn't help but think about the way his stomach had dropped at the sight of you smiling at the boy. it was a weird feeling- not unfamiliar- but still... to have that for you?

"it's nothing. i just don't like creeps looking at them... right?"

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zayne-

you hummed softly to yourself as you looked at the shelf, hunting a book that would be a great reference for you and zayne's project. you ran your finger over the spines, your head tilted to the side as you read them. a throat clearing made you pause, looking over to the source, a friendly looking blond.

"hey, do you mind telling me where study room 7 is?"

you returned his smile, walking to the end of the aisle where he was, voice lowered for the other library goes.

"yeah, the study rooms are down the hallway on the left. if you want room 7, you'll go out that door, turn right and go down until-"

"you were taking a while, did you get... lost..."

zayne apparently got tired of waiting, coming around the other side of the aisle, spotting you and the boy huddled together. you glanced back, waving before finishing with your directions.

"go until you see a blue door on the left. room 7 is closer to the end of the hallway."

"thank you. i thought they were in here but i guess i was wrong."

you nodded, shifting on your feet as you felt zayne's eyes on you.

"he's probably getting annoyed i'm wasting working time. i should wrap this up."

"thats understandable. anyway, i hope you find it."

he nodded with a smile, not really taking the hint to leave.

"it should be easy with your directions. i'm guessing you use the study rooms often, huh? you seem like the smart type."

"oh, uh yeah, i guess. i do use them pretty often. um, i-"

"thats cool. maybe we can share one sometime, ya know? help each other study?"

jeez was this guy talkative. and now he's bordering on pushy. thankfully a cool hand rested on your shoulder, zayne standing right behind you.

"we're actually in the middle of a project if you don't mind. also, the study rooms are by the hour so you are wasting your money the longer you chat here."

blond boy seems to deflate slightly at zayne's monotone voice, taking a needed step back.

"o-oh shoot, you're right. whelp, guess i better head, heh heh."

he turned around, speed walking his way out of the library while zayne slipped his hand off your shoulder. when you turned around he was looking at the shelf, looking for the book you were supposed to get.

"i'm sorry, zayne. he was asking for directions and i figured i could just give them to him real quick. i didn't mean to make you wait."

he hummed softly, picking up the book from the shelf, his gaze turning to you.

"there's no need to apologize. i understand. lets just get back to work."

as he led the way back to your table, he wondered if his actions came off the wrong way. would you think he was being controlling or jealous? was he jealous? no, no way, right?

"it was merely he was making her uncomfortable. i am not that immature..."

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sylus-

you were waiting for your boys to hang out with you, a plan to binge movies and eat junk food together once you got home. they hadn't seen a lot of the movies you'd grown up on and thus far, sylus's commentary had been hilarious. you were going through you bag of treats, running through the list of movies you wanted to watch.

"excuse me, do you think you can tell me where i can find this flower shop? i've been looking for hours."

you looked up to see a tired looking man, holding up his phone. you gave him a small smile, nodding as you stepped closer to look at his phone.

"sure. let see... oh, i pass that place all the time. it's just down the street on the left."

you pointed in the direction, turning your gaze back to him.

"they have the prettiest flowers really."

"yeah. my girlfriend has wanted some for a while but i can never find the shop. they make these bouquets that represent you and your relationship? i'm not sure but she's obsessed with them.

before you can respond, an arm is around your waist, tufts of white hair in the coroner of your eye.

"is he bothering you, kitten?"

before you can even shake your head, the twins are in the poor man's face, pulling strange faces to freak him out.

"are you bothering little boss?"

"back off from them!"

he took a step back, looking between the four of your faces, laughing nervously.

"i- uh- i'll just get going then. thank you for the directions."

as he fled, you glanced up at sylus with raised eyebrows. he sighed, slipping his arm from around your waist.

"thats enough boys."

he turned his gaze back to you, a slight smirk on his lips.

"apologize, sweetie. it was merely a precaution."

you sighed rolling your eyes. as you four started toward your apartment, you began bickering with the twins. sylus followed along, his gaze on you as your eyebrows pinched in annoyance. his smirk grew a little, amusement in his gaze.

"sorry, kitten, but i fear i've gotten attached."

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xaviar-

you hummed softly as you walked down the sidewalk, on your way to you and xavier's favorite hot pot place. it had become a habit really. thursdays you went out, at hot pot then played video games together. as you paused by the door, glancing at your phone to see if he was there yet, a young man stepped closer.

"um, excuse me, but can i ask for directions to a bakery by chance?"

you looked up, nodding as you pocketed your phone.

"oh, sure, what's it called?"

"thank you so much, i'm already late. i'm supposed apprentice there and- and the name! right it's call four bakery."

you nodded, pointing down the street. as you did so, you didn't notice the form almost appearing behind you, face and eyes dark.

"it's just gonna be-"

"oh- i um- t-thank you, i'll just- i'll figure it out!"

he scrambled away awkwardly, his eyes betraying his nerves.

"... i didn't even say anything yet..."

a voice behind you made you turn, meeting soft, blue eyes.

"oh, xavier! hi, you're here."

"i am. are you ready for hot pot?"

"yes! yes i'm ready."

as you got inside and ready to eat, xaiver's thoughts barely traveled.

"was that over the top scaring him? nah. what should i add to the hot pot today?"

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rafayel-

art class had just finished and you and rafayel walked out, chatting quietly. he let out a soft curse, stopping in his tracks.

"wait here, cutie, i forgot my phone."

"be quick, fish brain!"

he ran off back down the hallway while you leaned against the wall, tugging out your own phone.

"excuse me, do you know where the english literature classroom is?"

you looked up to meet this boy's gaze, putting your phone back away.

"maybe, do you know the teacher or classroom number?"

"oh yeah the teacher is mr. bell."

you nodded with a smile, lips parted to direct him when your body was tugged into a chest, their arms around yours.

"found my phone. lets go go go!"

rafayel tugged you along, making you yelp as you tried not to fall.

"raf- wait!"

he didn't let up and you only groaned, glancing back to the boy.

"it's the classroom on the right at the end of the hall!"

he smiled awkwardly, waving before moving on. as you turned to glare at the back of rafayel's head, he only pouted, tugging you along.

"seriously, cutie? i leave you for five seconds and you are already replaced me? you promised to play at the arcade with me, not whoever he was."

you sighed, rolling your eyes at his dramatic ass.

"i was just giving him directions, raf. i wasn't making plans to hang out."

he continued to pout but didn't respond, the tips of his ears turning red.

"w-whatever, lets just get going."

would he ever admit he was jealous? no, but rafayel is more open with his wants then the others.

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thank you for reading

-chara <3

[1800bitchcraft]

Hi lovely!! I’m absolutely obsessed with your work and how you write ford 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i would love to see more of your takes on ford overstimulating reader and/or vice versa if that’s something you’d be interested in writing 👀

A/N: Hello my darling! I'm so pleased you enjoy my work and am MORE than happy to write this for you, I hope you enjoy it! I've been taking a bit of a break to rest my hands, but I've got some truly delicious requests in my inbox in the mean time and a delightfully fluffy Ford request I've been working on periodically, so I thought now would be the perfect time to return for a bit! Enjoy!

CW: oral, overstim, multiple orgasms, fingering, mild dirty talk

!!! MDNI OR ILL GET THE BROOM !!

Smut under the cut!😘

"My love," he sighed the words, soft and fond as you pressed soft, fleeting kisses over his shoulders. He could feel the barely-there press of your lips through the thin material of his button down. He shivered against you when you leaned up on your toes to brush over his bare skin.

"Y'know, if you stare any harder at it, it might just burst into flames." Your teasing voice could be heard just behind him, and Ford breathed in deep, eyes closing as your arms slid around his waist a few moments later. Your front pressed to his back, the warmth of your body seeping into his and loosening the tension in his muscles until he was relaxing back into you. Your hands splayed out over his belly, feeling the way his muscles tensed and fluttered under your touch.

"You're so tense," you murmured. Your breath puffed over his skin, warm and smelling of your sweetened coffee. Ford's heart thudded in his chest, your hands drifting up to feel it pounding under his skin. Encouraged by your light, teasing touches and your proximity. "You've been staring at this for hours. You need a break." Ford swallowed thickly, recognizing the coaxing, beguiling tone of your voice and feeling heat start to pool in his belly in an almost Pavlovian response.

"I- it's important, I can't just stop I'm so- so close," he hated the breathy quality to his voice. The way his breath caught in his throat as you drew light, teasing circles over sensitive nipples. Making his eyes flutter and a blush crawl across his cheeks.

"Mmm I could get you closer," your smooth voice purred in his ear, and he choked on a whimper when your teeth tugged lightly at his earlobe. He reached up, caught your wrists in his hands but didn't move them from his chest. Merely trapped them against himself, turning so you could try to glare down at you. Trying not to be swayed by the mischief in your smile and the raw desire in your eyes that left him feeling a little weak in the knees.

"You- you are a degenerate," he huffed, flustered and flattered and meaning none of it. You giggled, catching him by surprise when you tugged suddenly against the grip on his wrists. Not enough to break free, but enough to have him stumbling forward. Pressing just that little bit closer to your space.

"Maybe," you mused, stepping even closer until Ford could feel the heat radiating from your bare skin, so much of it exposed by the flimsy tank top you wore. "But can you blame me? It's so hard not to be when you stand there with that cute little frown on your face, makes me wanna do awful things to you." Your tone suggested the things in question were anything but awful, and you knew you had him where you wanted him when his eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there.

"What- what things?" You watched the way his pupils dilated, almost bleeding into the deep brown of his eyes. Your poor, sweet scientist was so pent up. He'd been absorbed in his latest project, wholly encompassed by it. So much so he hadn't touched you in weeks, a far cry from his usual voracious appetite. You, personally, had had it and clearly, your plan to force him into a much deserved break was working. You swallowed and licked your lips. Ford's eyes tracked the movement greedily, suddenly feeling far too warm as his own self-imposed lack of anything from you was starting to wear on him all at once.

"Mm I miss you," you said softly. Your hands still against his chest, though they were no longer trapped there as his grip loosened considerably. You relished in the soft gasp he let out when you gently rubbed your thumbs over his nipples. Applying just enough pressure to have his hands twitching where they still held your wrists. "So many nights you've left me all alone in our bed; y’know my fingers just don't feel the same as yours." Ford loosed a low groan then, hands dropping quickly to grip at your hips, tugging you forward. Pressing you against him forcefully, suddenly desperate to feel you against him.

"Darling," he released the word in a rush of breath, voice tinged with a soft, hushed whine. His head dipped down, lips brushing against yours. Taunting, teasing. You curled your fingers, digging your nails into his chest just the slightest bit. Enough to elicit a slight sting, making him shudder against you, hips twitching and rolling into yours.

"Yes?" You cooed. You were having far too much fun with this. Enjoying pushing and pulling at his restraint. Ford didn't dignity you with a response, however. Instead, choosing to close the barely there gap between you. Swallowing whatever retort you'd had at the ready in a kiss. It started out slow; just the gentle, seeking press of his slightly chapped lips on yours. Quickly, however, it turned into more.

Spurred on when you moaned into him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, he licked at the seam of your lips. Groaning when they parted, his hands slid back to grab greedy handfuls of your ass. Relishing in the whimper you let out. The soft scratching of your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. He sucked at your bottom lip, bruising the soft skin as he started walking you backwards. Refusing to let you go for even a moment. Rushing back into your space and stealing the breath from your lungs the second you broke the kiss, desperate to taste you. You yelped when your thighs hit the cold metal of his desk, Ford's hands immediately locking around your thighs and lifting you. Sitting you on the cluttered surface and wedging his hips between your legs.

"Fuck, Ford," you panted. Voice hushed and breathless when he broke the kiss just to stare at you. You were clearly ready for bed, perhaps had already been in bed before you came looking for him. Your flimsy tanktop was soft, worn cotton edged in lace. It framed your chest perfectly and his cock throbbed when he saw your nipples, achingly sensitive and begging to be touched, through the fabric. He rucked it up slightly, just enough to slide his warm hand under it. Desperate to feel your bare skin, gratified when you shivered and clung to him. Your shorts clung to you like a second skin and he choked on a groan when he realized he could just make out the shape of your pretty pussy through the fabric. Swallowing the drool that suddenly pooled in his mouth, feeling dizzy with want as he realized you weren't wearing any panties.

"Ford-!" You gasp his name loudly. Surprised when he simply sinks to his knees between your legs, no words or preamble. Your voice chokes on a high, whining moan however when he suddenly surges forward just as quickly, planting his handsome face between your thighs and dragging his tongue along your clothed cunt. Just tasting you, even through the fabric of your shorts, is enough to have him groaning. Big hands gripping your thighs tighter, spreading you wide as he continues to lap at you through your shorts until the fabric is soaked with a mix of his saliva and your slick.

"Up." Ford's voice is sudden and insistent. Demanding as he taps at your hips. As soon as you're lifting them he's tugging your shorts down your legs, groaning when he's greeted by your slick, soaked pussy. "Fuck, sweetheart. All this for me?" He glances up at you, watching as you nod furiously, fingers finding their way into his hair and tugging. His hands move over your thighs until he can plant one thumb on either side of your folds and spread you. His mouth waters, eyes greedily drinking in every inch of the scene before him. Transfixed by the glimmering sheen of your slick, the way your needy hole clenches around nothing. You tug insistently at his hair.

"Ford, Ford please just- fuck, please, need your mouth, need- o-oh!" You're cut off abruptly, rudely, when Ford slides a fingers through your folds. Stopping at your entrance, he only pauses for a moment before sinking his finger in deep. Curling it and stroking at your walls in a way that makes your back bow and your toes curl. He doesn't give you time to say anything; to gasp out a plea or a whimper of his name before he's sealing his lips around your clit. Tongue stroking the sensitive, swollen nub until your thighs are shaking in his hands.

It's embarrassing how quickly you cum. Well, embarrassing to you. To him it's nothing but pure, vicious pride and desire lashing through his body. He feels you clenching around his fingers, now three stuffed inside you. Tastes the way you get wetter, sweeter, even. Moans as your hips grind against his face, barreling towards your orgasm with sudden ferocity that has your head spinning. He doesn't let up even when you're twitching in overstimulation, tugging at his curls wound around your fingers.

"Ford, it's- fuck, m'so sensitive," you whine and he moans in response. Slipping his fingers free, he sucks them clean. Eyes rolling back with a groan at the taste of you. Your reprieve doesn't last for long as he's tongue deep in your folds again. Drinking down everything you have to offer greedily. "Oh, oohhh fuck Ford, S-Stanford fuck-" your hips start rocking into his face and he wraps an arm over your hips. Pinning you to the desk his hand dips down to stroke two fingers over your clit, the pressure mind numbing and perfect.

"That's it, doing so good for me. C'mon, y'can give me another can't you?" His low voice, insistent and rough with desire, is what does you in. You're thrown into your second orgasm with devastating quickness. He groans to feel your nails on his scalp, tongue-fucking your entrance as you clamp around the muscle and squeeze like it's his cock. It makes him throb where he's still trapped behind his zipper, and his hips rock on instinct. Though, he's too engrossed in the taste and smell and feel of you shaking apart on his mouth to do much about it. He's drunk on you, desperate to have you cumming on his tongue until you're crying.

He fucks you through two more orgasms like that, and they come so quickly you have a hard time telling where one begins and the other ends. You pull his hair, and he lets out a low, pornographic moan at the feeling. He pulls away from you, granting you only a mild reprieve as he sinks in another finger, now stretching you apart on four.

"Fuck, look at you. Take me so well, sweetheart. Fucking perfect." He's mesmerized by the way you squeeze and clench around his fingers, hips weakly trying to push against the restraint he has on them. Your hands move to grab at the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white with the force of your grip. Your overstimulated whining only seems to spur him on, and you hiccup a sobbing moan of his name when he curls his fingers and strokes them along your g-spot. "Yeah baby? S'that it? That what you needed? Cmon, use your words." You swallowed thickly, tongue feeling thick and clumsy in your mouth.

"Ford, Ford please, please I need-" you hiccuped a moan, nerves hypersensitive and sparking with pleasure. "Need you, please please." Your eyes were glossy with tears and Ford swore at the hazy, blissed out look on your face. He nipped at your thighs, leaving blooming bruises in his wake along your tender skin.

"D'you remember your safeword?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly. You struggled to think, swimming through the thick fog of your thoughts. He watched you carefully, waiting until you nodded your head. "D'you need to use it?" You paused again, then shook your head no.

"N-No, I don't just- god, I just want you Ford, please wanna f-feel you, wan'you to fuck me, wanna feel full please," you babbled the words. Blinking and feeling the pleasured tears start to roll down your cheeks. Ford muffled his groan into the crease of your thigh, the fucked out look on your face making his need rise to an almost unbearable degree.

He kissed at your hip, trailing down your thigh. He kept the slower pace with his fingers, making sure you felt every second of it as you quivered on the desk above him. "Just one more, darling. You can do that, can't you? Just gimme one more." His words were low and slurred, drunk on you and the pleasure that came from reducing you to a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

You whimpered at his words. Your internal muscles clenched as the pleasure built, another orgasm coming quickly. You could barely get any words out before you came. Riding out your high on his fingers, thoughts feeling slow and sticky like molasses. He waited until your breathing evened out, mouth trailing along your inner thigh. You twitched when you felt the slick glide of his tongue along your drenched folds, whimpering softly. You barely heard the low murmur of his voice above the rushing of the blood in your ears, but you tuned in, listening intently. Your heart thudded when you heard it again, feeling a heady mix of trepidation and desire at the low, fucked out tone of his voice.

"One more. Just one more.."

[illbegottenfaith]

hey!! i loved ur handwritten fic with the notes it was absolutely amazing, do u think u could make a pt 2 of that or just another fic with that format? thank u!! <3

handwritten pt 2 - theo nott x reader

yours and theo's story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - thank you so much for this lovely!! it gave me the motivation I needed to clean up the dribs and drabs I had drafted out so here it is <3 I have plans/ideas for future chapters too (similar format but might not be restricted to just notes 👀) but I'm not sure how long of a series it'll actually end up being. enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a little more angst than the last chapter, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.9k

Saturday, 9.48 pm, The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade

You okay?

Yeah, why?

You’re awfully quiet. And you’ve been staring into your empty butterbeer for the past ten minutes, so either it was terrible or you’re plotting something.

Ha-ha.

You hate this, don’t you?

They’re just not the kind of people I hang out with.

Let’s get out of here.

Are you kidding? This party is for you, Theo.

Look at them. They’re drunk off their tits. No one’s going to mind.

No, stay. I might call it a night soon, though.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Don't worry about me, I’m just not used to hanging out with these kinds of people.

What kind?

I don’t know. Quidditch players. Hooligans. It’s not really my scene.

I didn’t know you felt that way.

I didn’t want to spoil your night.

Listen, it’s getting late. I should probably head back.

Okay. Get your coat, I'll settle the bill.

No, it’s fine, I can pay for my drink. Besides, you should stay.

At least let me walk you back.

Stay. I mean it.

Fine, but I’m paying for your drink. And before you say anything, it’s one lousy butterbeer. Consider it compensation for ruining your evening.

You didn’t ruin my evening. I liked the part when we walked here together. I don’t mind this too much either - scribbling on napkins.

Let me walk you back. Please.

Saturday, 10.19 pm, Ravenclaw Dormitories, Hogwarts

What's with the notebook?

Sorry, Ivan's finally passed out and I don't want to wake him. He hasn't been able to sleep all week, can you imagine? It's that stupid Herbology project - y'know, the one that Katie's been simmering those mandrakes for - I swear, he's so tense in the shoulders. I finally got him to nod off after dinner and it just seems cruel to wake him up and make him go allll the way down to his dorm :(

Fine, but Merlin help you when Katie wakes up and finds him still here. I still can't wrap my head around how much he lets you baby him. He's a Slytherin, for God's sake.

Please, he knew what he was getting himself into. If anything, I think the babying might have been a motivating factor. Anyway, how was the party?

Okay, I think. I kissed him. On the cheek.

YOU'RE going to wake Ivan. Have some goddamn self-control.

OH I KNEW ITTT I knew it the moment he walked into Charms class and you looked up and your eyes met and you lost your tongue and when you looked back he had that shy sort of smile I just KNEW he was going to be so good for you. Because he is, Y/N. He might be the best thing that's happened to you.

Gosh, relax. It's not like it meant anything. What's a little friendly peck between friends here and there? I just did it so he wouldn't follow me back to the castle like a lost puppy. Besides, he's not that perfect.

A real human being with real human flaws? You don't say.

It's hard to explain. He's only being this nice because he knows what he's done.

What has he done?

Some pretty hard-to-forgive stuff. I don't want to get into it right now.

Have you?

Have I what?

Forgiven him.

I don't know. I mean, I see him trying to reach out, but every time, even now, with the party - something stops me from...fully connecting. Something holds me back.

I don't think I have.

Monday, 9.13 am, Charms

Did you get back alright?

Yup.

I wanted to come check, but the guys...

I told you they weren't going to let their guest of honour run off. So how was the rest of the night?

Middling. They started up a game of strip poker when we got back.

Oh.

Allegedly, normal poker was too ordinary for a night as special as that.

You're kidding, right?

Oh my fucking god, you gamble??

Who said the poker had anything to do with gambling?

So you don’t gamble?

I didn’t say that.

Theo.

OUCH enough with the pinching! I've already had ten years too many of it.

I can't help that it's the only way to get you to behave.

I don’t see what the problem is. It’s my money to use as I see fit. Plus, I'm very careful about the people I play with. Merlin knows we have too much anyway.

Unbelievable. Gambling, really? Why not just drop out of Hogwarts and live slot machine to slot machine, huh? Why don't you just set up shop at some casino in Las Vegas?

I'm very confused. Do you want to go to Vegas?

You have the attention span of a fruit fly.

Because that's not a half-bad idea. We could make a whole trip out of it over the summer.

Your friends need to introduce you to more legal forms of recreation. What are you doing Wednesday night?

Nothing yet.

Good. I'm teaching you Exploding Snap.

Isn't that a kid's game?

FUCK I'm SORRY but DO NOT pinch me in the same place twice.

Oh, quit whining. You'll live.

Barely. If you keep this up, I'm going to start sitting far far away from you and those PINCERS you call fingers.

Wednesday, 1.02 pm, Potions

I ran into Katie on the way here and Merlin, she was in hysterics. I'm out of the room for one night and I miss you making out with Loverboy in our dorm??? Geez, at least put a sock on the door.

We were not making out!!! Katie just walked in at an unfortunate time.

Uh-huh.

Look, he was the one who showed up at the window on his broom, drunk out of his mind.

Drunk??

I know! What was he thinking, risking his neck all the way up there at the Ravenclaw dorms?? It was like he didn't even notice too. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but then I opened the window and nope, that was him, and then I screamed and he nearly fell off his broom so I hauled him inside. He practically faceplanted on the floor. I was terrified - I thought he was poisoned or something, but then I tried to prop him up and he had this dopey look on his face and he reeked of firewhiskey. Ugh, it was so annoying. I don’t want to talk about it.

You know what he said to me? After all that?

I thought you didn’t want to talk about this?

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh?

Uh-oh. Like a goddamn Looney Tunes character.

Looney Tunes?

Never mind. He was all ‘uh-oh, you’re mad at me’ while I was trying to get him to drink some coffee and I was like yeah, no shit, you look like you’re seconds away from puking all over my dorm. And then he started…he started talking about the party, and me leaving, and how sorry he was he brought me in the first place.

Aww.

I know, right? I felt like crap. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal to him.

Of course it was a big deal. That was him introducing you to his new friends.

Exactly, new friends. What does he want with me?

Y/N, are you daft? Do you not see the way he looks at you? He so clearly cares what you think about his friends.

What on earth are you talking about?

Ivan's on the team so they hang out together sometimes and he says Theo's a lot different around you. He doesn't swear as much, he drops his voice a little and he's extra attentive. Hell, he nearly got into a fight with some dunce in our year over the way that guy was talking about you. Y/N, he obviously cares about you so, so much. Please tell me you didn’t say anything too harsh.

I called the whole lot of them hooligans.

NOOOOO

But t's true!! Have you seen their matches? How they don't rip each other to shreds is beyond me. But I didn't mean that he was like that. Theo could never be like them. He'd play a good, fair, clean game.

Yeah. Sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

You haven't watched a single one of his practices, have you?

No. Should I?

Never mind. What happened next?

That's when things started going downhill. He started trying to remove his shirt because it was so hot from Katie’s blasted simmering pot of mandrakes. I was trying to stop him, only he wasn’t listening, and apparently he gets rather clingy and touchy when he’s, y’know, tipsy, and then…Katie walked in.

Damn.

Of course that's when he decides to sober up, so I look like an idiot while everyone in the room - yes! even him!!! - wants to know what I’m doing in his lap. He was sooooo polite too, as if he hadn’t just rudely breaking-and-entering’d his way into my room. ‘Oh, hello, Y/N. What a tastefully decorated room you have, Y/N. Is there a reason we’re sitting so close, Y/N?’ As if I want to be sitting in his lap!

Right.

Because I don’t.

Okay.

‘Cause that would be so weird.

Mhm.

Like…ew.

Okay, okay. I get it. I believe you.

He wouldn’t even let me get up or anything. Just kept talking to Katie about the weather with his hand on my thigh, casual as ever. I swear, if that teammate of his - what's his name, Mattheo? - hadn't come looking for him, I don't know how I would have gotten him down to his dorm.

What a thriller of a story, from start to finish.

Yeah, well, I could do it with a little less thrill in my life.

Aw, I think it was sweet. That disaster of a party was clearly eating at him.

Yeah. I mean, we're friends. It should bother him if I've had a shitty night, right? But also...we're just friends.

For the record, you're a different person around him too.

Psh. Yeah right.

Different how?

Ivyyyy

Thursday, 3.07 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How’s your hand?

Doing very badly, thank you very much.

I have to say, I didn’t take you to be this sore of a loser.

My fingertips have been singed off. Forgive me if I seem a little sulky.

Aww. Was the kid's game a little too hard for the big, manly, Quidditch player?

You tricked me. You didn't even tell me all of the rules before we started playing.

Oh, come on. You knew enough to play.

But not to win!

Yes, well, I wasn't about to hand you a victory on a silver platter. I thought Slytherins were supposed to be clever, or something. Maybe you're the 'something.'

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing after next week's chess match.

Does it hurt a lot? Your fingers?

For a lesser man? Perhaps. I think I'm dealing with the pain quite well, actually.

So if we didn't have class, you'd be -?

Writhing on the floor of my dorm.

Ah, I see. Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?

Promises, promises.

But you still had fun, didn’t you?

It is quite the adrenaline rush.

I knew it.

Alas, my fingertips…

Oh, sod off. You always were the biggest drama queen.

[silkenwinger]

would do crazy, unspeakable things to get TA Gaz's attention. he's just so nice. never playing favourites, necessarily: his attention is always divided evenly. after all, he is a tutor figure for an hard class, and all of you need help. and while you're scared shitless of price, you know you can count on gaz's calm tone to tell you what you wrote wrong. never judging. understanding. encouraging.

it's not just his behavior, of course. have you looked at him? he's top 10 most handsome men you've ever talked to. wait, more like top 5. okay realistically he's the best looking one. and you're not the only one to get lost in his eyes, either. you hear hushed whispers of fuck me behind you when he stretches mid hour. you telepathically send whoever said that a strong mental message of stay away from my man.

as for your relationship... well. you've been working really hard on building a particular rapport. by that you mean you sit in the first row, greet him immediately, and try to come up with at least one question per session. looking hard for things to ask him has led you to a vast amount of knowledge you really don't need to pass this class, to the point you know you're getting glares from the other students. it's hard to be more forthright: you wish you could, but you're still somewhat inhibited by everything about him. for christmas, you brought him some homemade cookies, saying you made them for all TAs (absolutely false). gaz had smiled that absolutely devastating smile that made you weak in the knees. your five attempts and hours wasted had given you something back!

you've convinced yourself what you've going on is special. gaz (and oh my god, the day he told you (aka the class) you could call him that instead of mr garrick was the highlight of the month) knows your name and asks how you're doing frequently, which has completely revolutioned your world. you spend two hours getting ready every time you have to see him. when you saw him in the distance while you were talking with another classmate from another course, you almost threw the poor guy from the corridor balcony to not be seen with him.

of course, your friends call you fucking delusional, short of telling you you have absolutely no chances with him, but hope never flees true warriors' hearts.

eventually, all good things come to an end. price's class ends, you submit your long ass essay, and you don't see gaz as frequently anymore. you almost cried the last session, with him telling you all that he was kinda sad to let you go and that he was sure your final would go well. he'd even touched your shoulder! it would have been hard not to hug him if you hadn't been paralyzed by his touch in the first place.

one day, checking your results, you see that alongside price's grade there is a considerably longer email. the professor is telling you that he's seriously impressed with your essay, and that his TA, recommending you, wants to work with you on a project related to the class.

a project.

with gaz.

alone!

(part 2 here)

a/n: for both mine and your peace of mind, please tell me if this is wildly inaccurate for british universities! i'm basing the TA role as it exists in my country: someone (usually freshly graduate or about to be) who leads a secondary course for a major class, that can deal with redoing what has been done in class, solving students' doubts, in depth discussion, etc. i think this blurb will stay this way anyway, but if i ever want to write something longer on the topic 👀, i'd like to know how stuff actually works in the country it is set in lol

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Bucky Barnes vs Ethan Stark

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Olivia Barnes x Ethan Stark Warnings: Sap | Overloaded fluff | Language | Allusions to sex | MDNI | Protective dad Bucky | Grumpy Bucky | Ethan 'Menace' Stark | Friends to lovers trope | Chaos galore | Tom Welling as Ethan Stark 🤭 | Unbeta'd | Let me know if I’m missing anything. Word Count: ~2.5k A/N: @soelstress sowed this idea in my head after reading Sappy Sunday Thought. Thank you, my lovely Soels! I have no clue how far and how deep I'm gonna spiral with this, but hey...this is a start. 💕🤭 I had a whole different banner, but after those recent pictures of Seb, I had to change... he's giving major Zaddy vibes, NGL! 😏😉👀 This is also my submission to Cranky!Grumpy!Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge | @yenzys-lucky-charm | 🗡️ A: Smoothing out the crease in Cranky’s frown while straddling their lap B: Cranky character melts, pulling them in for a kiss & Grem's 20 Characters with 20 Questions for 20 Tropes Challenge | @gremlin-girly | Bucky Barnes + 7Q + 5T | Thank you both for hosting 🩷🥹🫂 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me. Picture credits to the internet. Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

****

According to Bucky, his wife was a savage.

Bucky was ecstatic until you soured his mood. Because you'd waited until three orgasms later to tell him, right after he pounded you against the wall, while his brain was still trying to catch up, when you delivered the blow. No pun there.

He woke up utterly happy that morning. Your daughter, Olivia, was coming home for the summer. She'd just completed her junior year at university, and you had both been counting the days until you saw your baby.

Over the past month, your daughter and husband had been busy planning quite a few activities for all of you. Bucky had even cut down most of his training schedule for the summer, too. You, unfortunately, didn't have the same luxury. The project you and Tony have been working on with DOE was heading into fabrication, and you needed to put in a few more days of brutal work hours before you could dial down.

This visit was extra special. Olivia hadn't been home last summer. She'd spent it halfway across the country, interning at a start-up company in a research program, which she still heard her Uncle Tony whine about it. Most holidays were little weekend sprints. But this time, she was staying for the whole summer.

'Coz this time, she'd landed an internship with the research team at the compound after clearing a written exam and three rounds of interviews. Out of all the applicants, she was one of the three selected to intern at AI.

Tony had no idea, and Olivia had begged Pepper and Maria to keep it low. Olivia was too humble. She was determined to prove herself on her merit, not wanting anyone to think she'd been accepted into the program simply because of her connections. You were proud of your daughter. But there was no doubt Tony would be squealing when he found out Olivia was back and working at the compound, no less.

Bucky had been practically buzzing with excitement, already pulling on his jacket to head for the airport when you casually told him that he'd also be picking up Ethan Stark, who was flying with Olivia.

Bucky's pleasure-ridden mood fizzled out drastically. He turned to glare at you.

On the same fucking plane.

The absolute nightmare.

"Why the fuck was I not aware of this?" He snapped, stalking after you as you got dressed for work.

"Bucky," you sighed, not even sparing him a glance. You were running late, and it was all Bucky's fault. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, not that you minded very much.

It wasn't unpopular that your husband despised Ethan Stark from the moment Olivia was born--mostly because that kid had taken an immediate, obnoxious liking toward his daughter. And it had only gotten worse over time.

"No, seriously. Did you know that they were flying together?" Bucky pressed, backing you up against the couch with his hands caging you in. You tried to shuffle away, but he pushed his thigh between your legs.

"Hey," you squeaked, giggling and squirming, a little sensitive from earlier.

You tried to push him away, chuckling, but he didn't budge. Of course, he didn't. Instead, he flexed his muscles just right, making you moan.

"Tell me," he demanded. You found his pouty, murderous expression endearing.

Honestly, you knew exactly what you were doing. You'd only found out last night that Olivia and Ethan were flying home together. Smart girl that she was, Olivia hadn't breathed a word to her dad either, probably because it was common knowledge in your house that Bucky had a short fuse where Ethan Stark was concerned.

You hadn't meant to hide it.

Maybe you did.

You just figured it wasn't worth mentioning since Ethan already had a ride home from the airport, and you knew Bucky would go no matter what to pick Olivia. So, you decided not to poke the bear, if not required. But then Pepper called, asking for a favor, and honestly, you could never say no to her.

You sighed, winding your arms around his neck. Bucky leaned into you without the slightest resistance, his scorching blue eyes fanning the embers, sparking that wicked burn inside your core.

Fuck, he looked delectable. You'd gotten ridiculously lucky. The silver in his beard, the faint crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and those soft pink lips--all of it made you giddy. And he was all yours.

You pushed up onto your toes, one hand sliding to cup his jaw, your thumb dragging lightly over the coarse scruff. Bucky's breath came slower, as he relaxed into your touch, his jaw unclenching under your touch as he melted closer, letting you pull him exactly where you wanted.

"Bucky," you said sweetly, gently, pecking his lips and scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

He groaned against your lips, moving to take more, but you slightly inched away, "They've been friends forever. They go to the same school."

"Yeah, still haven't gotten over that shit," Bucky grumbled, recalling the day Olivia got an admit to MIT, where Ethan Stark was pursuing his PhD.

"Ethan's a good kid. Besides, he really cares about her," You added before you could stop yourself.

And boy, you really should have shut up after 'good kid.'

Bucky looked absolutely repulsed, like you'd suggested he walk Olivia down the aisle--something you weren't supposed to talk about, let alone think, according to him. That was his rule. To him, Olivia was still his little baby, and he didn't have to worry about that just yet.

"Exactly. That's the fucking problem. He cares too much," Bucky growled, looking like he was about to punch something.

Ugh! You banged your head against his chest, frustrated.

This was going to be a long summer.

You wished Steve or Sam were here instead of on a mission. They would've picked up the kids from the airport without throwing a fit, unlike your husband.

"I'm NOT getting into this discussion. AGAIN. I need to get to the lab, or Tony's gonna roast me," you warned, wiggling out of his grip, and he reluctantly let you.

"Pepper asked. Please, Buck?" you requested again, rushing toward the door. When you heard nothing, you glanced back to see him sulking on the couch, arms crossed, frown still intact. He looked way too adorable for your own good.

Groaning, you marched back to him and dropped yourself into his lap. His hands automatically wound around you, helping you straddle his lap and tugging you closer, still refusing to look at you.

Stubborn little shit.

You ran your thumb over the crease between his brows.

"Bucky, please?"

"No."

"Bucky."

"No."

"I'll do anything," you tried, wiggling your brows.

"Don't bribe me with your body. It's mine." Bucky exclaimed, squeezing your tit in retaliation. He was not wrong. That kind of deal never worked on your husband.

"Bucky," you tried again, exasperated.

"Fine, anything?" He asked, eyes narrowed at you.

You nodded earnestly.

"Call Pepper and tell her I can't pick up her son." He scoffed.

When you sat there with your game face, silently throwing daggers and not ready to budge, he finally gave in.

"Fine," he conceded, rolling his eyes at you before pulling you in for a kiss.

****

Cramped into the narrow economy seat on a completely packed flight, Olivia Barnes was a nervous wreck. She hadn't planned to be anxious she was super excited to finally see you and her dad, but then her phone buzzed just as they were taxiing for takeoff.

Livi, Dad's gonna pick you and Ethan up. Love you. Can't wait to see you. Safe travels to you both.

Her stomach dropped.

Uh-oh.

Normally, that kind of text wouldn't bother her that much.

Except things were different now.

Very different.

Olivia knew her dad wasn't exactly a fan of Ethan--or any of her guy friends, for that matter. Bucky had a way of scaring most of her guy friends without even trying, but Ethan was different. He didn't scare easily. Olivia actually kind of enjoyed the back-and-forth between the two of them. But now, things were different. Now, she wanted Ethan to be in her dad's good books. Scratch that--his best books.

The tall, annoyingly handsome man sitting next to her, currently wrestling to fit his long legs into a comfortable position, was no longer just her best friend. He was her boyfriend. And no one knew. Well, except for Morgan and most surely aunt Nat.

Trying to steady her racing heart, Olivia leaned toward Ethan and hissed under her breath, "Why didn't you just sit in first class when they offered?"

Right before boarding, an airline associate had bumped Ethan's seat to first class--the perks of being Ethan Stark, son of the legendary Tony Stark.

A girl had recognized him despite his pathetic disguise of a baseball cap and dark glasses. "How's the ruse working, Superman?" Olivia had teased when the associate beamed at him, whispering about the upgrade. Ethan had flat-out denied it and stubbornly refused, choosing to stay right next to Olivia.

"In your dreams," he said now, flashing a grin that made her stomach flip warmly. "I'm sitting right next to you. Deal with it."

To make his point clear, Ethan moved one of his legs between hers, lifting her leg onto his and resting his hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Olivia rolled her eyes and shoved her phone toward him, showing him your text.

Ethan read it.

Blinked.

Blinked.

Blinked some more.

Then chuckled low and rough in his chest.

"Fuck me," he muttered, wide-eyed, looking at her.

"Ethan," Olivia snapped quietly, swatting his hand away from her thigh. "You need to be on your absolute best behavior. I mean it. Do not, I repeat, do not irk him."

"I never do," Ethan scoffed, leaning back in his seat. He pulled her hand into his, interlacing his fingers with hers. "He just hates me because I love you."

Olivia groaned, helplessly.

"Are you listening?" she grumbled weakly. "Until we break it to your mom and dad, and my mom, and Uncle Stevie and Sammy, we are playing it cool."

"And, will you stay as far away from as humanly possible, please?" she added.

Ethan smacked his lips in annoyance, squinting at her.

"Yeah, that? Can't do that," he said stubbornly, inching closer, and quickly pecked her lips.

"Ethan," she glared at him, "I'm fucking serious."

"So am I," he said simply.

"I can't!" He shrugged. "How am I supposed to hold back when you keep looking at me like that?"

"I'm glaring at you," Olivia said flatly.

"And you're hot," Ethan said, sniggering as he shamelessly snuggled his head onto her shoulder.

"Guess you'll have to try real hard then," she muttered, trying not to laugh. He was warm, smelled so good, and his floofy hair tickled her neck.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically, sitting up with a little pout. But not before stealing a quick kiss on her shoulder, making her stomach tingle.

"Fuck you, Ethan," she said, picking up the magazine from the flap in front of her, trying to distract herself.

"I'm game," he whispered warmly against her ear, winking at her.

Feeling her entire face heat up, she beat him with the magazine. He simply laughed.

"Alright. Distance. Noted," he chuckled, but made himself comfortable again, resting his head on the curve of her shoulder. He slept there for the next hour.

Not that she minded.

~

By the time the plane landed in LaGuardia, Olivia was more anxious.

Bucky's text was already waiting when they turned their phones back on.

Shared my location. See ya in a bit. Love you, sweetheart.

Olivia's palms were sweating.

They had to be friendly... but not too friendly.

Close enough to not look suspicious. Distant enough to protect Ethan from her dad's wrath.

To her absolute horror, Ethan snuck in a kiss at the baggage claim. "Don't know when I'll see you alone again," he said dramatically. As Olivia reached for her suitcase, he snagged her wrist, pulling her into him for a kiss.

Olivia jerked back so fast that she nearly toppled the luggage cart.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she whisper-yelled, throwing a frantic look around.

Ethan snorted, "Relax, my Livi. Your dad's there," he said smugly, showing her phone where Bucky's location was blinking.

She gave him a dirty glare and marched ahead, clutching her backpack tightly.

And that's exactly how Bucky found them a few minutes later--Olivia marching stiffly forward, searching for him, with Ethan trailing behind her, grinning.

His gaze narrowed the second he spotted them.

What started as a survival skill, observation became instinctual for Bucky Barnes. And he was hyper-focused when you or his daughter were in the picture.

So, he didn't miss the way Olivia's ears turned pink when she saw him.

He didn't miss the way Ethan instinctively shifted a little closer to her before catching himself and awkwardly veering right.

When Olivia rushed to hug him happily, he didn't miss the smell of Ethan Stark's perfume on his daughter.

He didn't miss a damn thing.

~

Bucky barely said a word to Ethan after the initial greeting.

"Ethan," Bucky acknowledged with a curt nod.

"Sir," Ethan replied with a grin.

Olivia climbed into the passenger seat, nervous, while Ethan tossed both of their bags into the trunk before sliding into the back seat. He positioned himself right behind her seat.

Bucky glanced at them both, his eyes flickering between Olivia's stiff posture and Ethan's relaxed form.

"Good flight?" he asked casually.

"Great!" Olivia blurted out, flashing a smile.

"Terrible," Ethan chimed in simultaneously, leaning back with a dramatic sigh.

Olivia shot him a look through the side mirror.

Bucky's eyebrows lifted slightly, his gaze shifting to the mirror where he caught Ethan's reflection.

"Terrible?" he echoed, starting the car.

Ethan shrugged. "Well, you know… long legs and economy seats."

"Thought you'd travel first-class," Bucky pointed out, pulling out onto the next lane.

Olivia stiffened.

"Dad," Olivia chided. This passive aggression was nothing new, but that remark wasn't cool.

Ethan chuckled, "Yeah, well… first class is a bit expensive, sir. I'm saving money."

Apart from a million other things, this was what Olivia loved the most about him. Ethan Stark was a self-made man, just like her. She noticed the slight twitch at the corner of her dad's lips, a nearly imperceptible sign of approval at Ethan's answer.

That was a damn miracle right there.

Great job, Ethan! She thought...too soon, though.

"Though they did bump me into first class, I couldn't leave Livi alone back there," Ethan added.

Fucking menace was what he was! Ugh! Dickhead!

Olivia nearly facepalmed.

Bucky's eyes flicked toward her, then back to the road. "Didn't realize you two couldn't survive a couple of hours apart," he bit out.

The tension in the car thickened instantly.

Olivia forced a laugh that sounded more like a choking. "Dad…"

"Kidding," Bucky hummed, his tone unreadable.

He was so not kidding, alright!

For a few agonizing moments, there was nothing but silence. Olivia stared determinedly out the window, holding back the urge to scream at the man she loved--and at the same time, wanting to kick him out of the car so she could breathe and catch up with her dad normally.

God, he was annoying. She specifically told him not to irk her dad, but nope. What was he even thinking?

Meanwhile, Ethan seemed entirely too comfortable lounging in the back seat, utterly unbothered by the tension filling in the tiny space.

Quite dreadful, really. And the summer had barely even started.

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[weebsinstash]

I know the show isn't out yet but Stayed Gone is stuck in my head and I'm chugging my yandere Vox juice so hard right now. I think he has the capacity to be absolutely insufferable

---for starters THE SPYING POTENTIAL WITH THIS MAN. You're telling me he can directly plug himself in to the city power grid and see through all televisions, potentially even phones and computers too? Could he put himself on your phone and start going through your texts? Could he even just put himself on your phone real quick while you're sleeping to check in on you? You couldn't even have privacy in your own home because of whatever screens are around he could potentially shoot himself to or watch you through. Imagine just being in your apartment completely alone and he's suddenly on your tv. Like what if you had just been sitting there topless or with your dick out or something or 👀 I mean. He could see so much, really...

---God honestly like. You know I keep mentioning the Instagram without ever attaching pics or anything because I'm on mobile and I'd have to use the hazbin Instagram archive blogs here on tumblr to go find them back like, you know Val would openly post the meanest shit, would literally post Vox's face being busted up because he woke Val up from a nap or i think it was he literally just brought him the wrong soda (which to be fair was taken from Velvet and was half empty), and then you go over to Vox's account and his pic was taping his pieces back on while being really frustrated and kinda lowkey looking like he would cry

Like Val's out here "women are stupid also men are stupid too" and talking about how he adopted a dog and killed it within like 48 hours and here's Vox celebrating his pet's birthday with cake and a party like. Why are these men together. Why. Why. Don't get me wrong I love to be the involuntary third in a toxic codependency but--

look all I'm saying is... do any of you get really really upset when you see someone being mistreated, especially more so a friend of yours?

READER JUST LOSING THEIR SHIT GETTING FERAL ANGRY SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AT VAL BECAUSE HE PULLS SOME SHIT and like that's IT for you because 1. Valentino might like actually backhand you one as well, do you think he wears rings so it hurts, 2. Vox sees you defending him and like, it's based on your own preferences really but if he wasn't already gaga this CEMENTS it and 3. especially if he watches you have to take a blow for trying to stick up for him. Like what if you cry. I have a low pain threshold, I'd be sniveling and crying at the least. Valentino storms off and Vox is helping peel you off the floor cause you curled up into a ball or some shit and he's sitting there thinking "wow they suck at this but they still did it for me 🥺"

---during his song with Alastor, it's a little confusing because they show an actual camera crew when he's turning the TVs on, but i think it's pretty clear that he can control whatever the screens show visually, thus his little zany sketches and being able to talk to himself and at one point, showed the visual of himself blocking the radio Alastor was projecting on right next door. I can just see him using this to kind of.... fuck with you, really! Or do whatever he wants? He's trying to suck up to you and he's surrounded by roses, or you're his co-host/guest host and he thinks your joke was funny and gives a little audience laughter as a treat

Or you know... you're running from him down the street, passing all these different screens and displays as they power on and show things like, him "jumping in front of you" while demanding you stop or, trying to show some kind of blackmail publicly, or just, begging you to just ACCEPT HIM and showing you all the fun things he could do with you, "cmon, I said I was sorry, stop freaking the fuck out! We can- we can do that thing you've always wanted to do, what about that?!" as he tries to project you two doing something fun, but most importantly, doing it TOGETHER. You're running from him terrified and he's showing you images of like you two smiling and happy or, it becomes scarier as he's more desperate

"Don't-don't make me do something fucked up!! I'm serious, STOP RUNNING" and he's like freaking out, showing shit of trying to hold you down, tying you up, and/or shoving you into a locked room

Sudden thoughts of "what if the more emotional and unstable he becomes, the less he can control his intrusive thoughts and shows his more impulsive darker desires". He's tweeking and the screen glitches and you briefly think you see yourself completely restrained, blindfolded, gagged--

---he's just like OBVIOUSLY so prideful but also immature and whiny ("who gives a shit about alastor?" Well you, mr hes just quietly minding his own business and I'LL start beef because i feel threatened and STILL LOSE, like awww my poor little pogchamp got publicly humiliated in an argument HE started out of nowhere, he's my little sad wet baby lmaoooo) and we already know his relationship with Val can become physically abusive, so, you pair him staying in that kind of relationship, being codependent, with this personality of his, and I can just see.... ACTUALLY FUCKING TRIGGERED LIKE LITERALLY CRYING UPSET VOX BECAUSE YOU REJECTED HIM like he's pissed he's hurt he's lonely he's heartbroken and HELL NO IS HE GONNA ACCEPT THIS

Vox would be over here proudly claiming on his TV show that NO HE REJECTED Y O U, not the other way around! He's not upset! He's totally fine! Meanwhile everyone watching can tell this man is manic and visibly hotboxing copium, "I didn't even really like you anyways!!.... no, I mean, shit, fuck, COMMERCIAL BREAK--" *cut to technical difficulties screen because the man is CRYINGGG*

-- Valentino and Reader bonding over teasing Vox and making him flustered and of course, obviously, the inverse. I still kinda like the idea of "they both think you're cute but like nothing exciting until one night they bump into you unplanned and you're all dressed up". Like Val is from the 70s or 80s so they go to a roller rink disco whatever kinda place because I'm sure the coke game there is INSANE and you're just like, swaying your hips spinning around to Let It Whip or September or something dressed in some shorts that make your ass look just right 🤌

You're sneaking back into the studio after a night out and they're both lounging somewhere and Val's like "uhhhh who is THIS coming in without saying hi to Daddy?" and you pull your sunglasses down like "SIR??? 😳" And now HE'S flustered because he didn't know that was you and Vox is feeling some new kinda way because he's used to seeing you in like, your work uniform or casual wear

Val who then makes your work uniform really slutty and you have to serve him and Vox wearing it 😩❤️

---I have this thought of like lmao imagine walking down the sidewalk with Angel and seeing Vox on TV and Angel is like "ya know he can see everything outta dese things when he's plugged in" and you're like "bullshit, he couldn't possibly process that many screens at once, it'd overload his brain, he wouldnt be able to concentrate" and you're like "here I'll prove it, hey Vox, check it out you fucking dweeb" and flash him your bare titties or you MOON HIM

scenario A would be that he INSTANTLY barks out laughing, "hey Val, that dumb slut who brings you drinks just flashed me!" And he just totally shows it on the air, maybe partially censored, maybe not at all, your phone is ringing IMMEDIATELY, of COURSE it's Val, and Vox is broadcasting your mortified embarrassed expression, "our big story tonight: drunk bimbo fucks around and finds out! More updates after this word from our sponsor!" and the man will noooootttttttt stop bullying the fuck out of you afterwards, because he's got a crush on you and you're like someone weaker than him his insecure ass can punch down on

Scenario B is that he instantly turns pink and about 5 seconds later he blue screens and the entire city experiences a blackout and when he comes back on the air he's like stammering and, glancing at, it FEELS like he keeps glancing at you, but, is he really?

------

I dunno... like I'm sure Valentino is gonna wind up being unstable in his own way but I guess there's a certain, ALLURE to Vox being a little bratty and whiny while also having these very VERY handy, actually quite scary abilities and resources 👀 like boy show me what that screen do 😫💦

[heartofbusan]

What kind of journey will my 30's be? Jimin wondered out loud.

What will the lesson that I take away from this period in my life be? What path will I set out upon in order to grow as a person? Jimin is looking ahead at what's to come, already preparing himself as he is counting down the days to his re-release into society as a civilian, free from this particular obligation.

He's filled with longing for a future he can almost taste. Imagine, like being a young man again, about to embark upon a new adventure. Yet this time, you know the ship you're sailing on. You know that part, what's left uncertain is the sea you'll be navigating.

From what we've heard from them, it's something him and Jungkook have been doing together. This meandering through their wildest imaginations. Looking ahead, imagining they can grab that which is at fingertips reach. Because the stagnant reality of lying in wait needs to end. That is not who they are as people. They are both big dreamers. They're like flowerbuds, waiting to burst at the first signs of spring. To bloom, yet again, into another version of themselves.

Jimin has always been on an upward trajectory, and he has been working hard at accepting himself and his little quirks. Those things set him apart from everyone else, and that's not even mentioning his incredible body control and vocal tone and technique. Like, my man STACKED to the brim with talent. The fact that he just in the last two years decided he needed to revisit his vocal abilities in order to secure his longevity on a live stage ALONE tells you that he is rearing up to go big once he comes out of the military. He is even now working hard to reach a place where he can jump in as soon as his hair grows out (or a hairpiece is attached 👀) because we know this man hates his buzzcut. The only thing holding him back is himself. Not his label nor the company. If anything, I'm sure someone wanted him to peak sooner, to hit that stride a little steeper, but people close to him, the ones who really have his back, protected him. They gave him the confidence to say no. To make music that feels true to himself. That he worked incredibly hard for. Face and Muse are proof of the level his artistry can reach as a musician. He really said:

'I need to be seen for who I really am.' Not your projection of me.

I'm telling you Jimin is the absolute ace because he himself doesn’t know what's about to happen, or if he does, he doesn’t want to let it cloud his mind because that's when the demons start playing their tune. When the ugly voices take center stage. So I'm glad he basically spent two years with his nr. 1 fan. Someone who isn’t afraid or too gentle with him. Who can give Jimin a critique from an artist's standpoint. Someone who wants the best for Jimin while also staying hungry for his own meal! Because we certainly don't talk enough about their competitive spirits. Jikook share that hunger. It's truly something they bonded over years ago. They rile each other up to no end!

When they dare to dream aloud, and they bring us into that process, that's the kind of positivity that we all need right now.

[the-pigeon-queen]

You draw a lot of soft big brother Primo and for that I'm super grateful but like, do you have any art/ideas for unhinged Primo who wants to punch pandas and invade countries and all that? Just curious 👀

Sorry for the long delay :'] I’m sorry I don’t currently have any doodles or art of unhinged Primo, but that doesn’t mean I’m not plagued by Primo thoughts.

The big disclaimer here is that this is all personal headcannons; I’m the type of Ghost fan that generally wants to follow the cannon, but also, you know, is more than fine with adapting and extrapolating a few things… So, all this is about my Personal Primo conjecture lol

Everything we’ve ever gotten about Primo in cannon paints him as batshit crazy, but somehow fandom morphed him into a much gentle figure. And I honestly enjoy both sides and think he can be both :’]

Like… Primo loves his little brothers, but hates humans. He grows a beautiful garden but anticipates the day it will be destroyed in Armageddon. He makes tea blends with the same precision he would conduct a sacrificial ritual. He curls up in an armchair next to a cozy fireplace with an ancient tomb on demonology in his lap. There is a non-zero amount of dead bodies in his garden, feeding the flowers with their decaying flesh.

And he believes there’s something beautiful about that; the cycle of life and death, the miracle of life and the necessity of death.

Primo hates the government and he hates society; he hates humanity. He believes it to be corrupt and evil – and looks forward to the day that it reaps what it deserves. It also means that he doesn’t have a lot of personal objections to doing ‘evil’ things, himself.

I do not think that makes him a complete monster (because completely chaotic evil characters aren’t that interesting to me). Primo doesn’t go out of his way to be cruel.

Like, Primo has no qualms with sacrificing a goat or lamb on the alter, but wouldn’t kick a puppy. Primo wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man if he deemed it necessary, but he’s always kind to children. He would burn down a government building for fun, but he wouldn’t burn down a family home. He would absolutely have a reporter abducted because the Clergy kept badgering him to do interviews, but would see to it that the reporter had lunch.

Now – the Ghost Project.

Primo had no interest in it. He looked at his father, who he hates, and the flashy, rock n’ roll lifestyle, and quickly decided he wanted nothing to do with it. But he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He does come around to aspects of it, though. He realizes that music can be a powerful tool to lure people into the Ministry. He realizes that he can influence people with music.

He commits to Ghost; writing songs and performing, singing Satan’s praises. His time as frontman is dedicated to his dark lord. Primo does not want the Ghost Project to be about him – he wants it to be about the message, alone. So, he tries to stay anonymous. He tries to stay separate.

But the people want a rockstar, they want interviews, they want personalization. And the Clergy pressures him to give them that. So, he breaks down and gives them interviews. Primo is old at this point – old and a little bitter. He doesn’t give a shit about the interviews.

So, he gets exceptionally high, sits down, and decides to have some fun with them.

So yeah, sure, he’d hit a panda in the face with a brick, but he wouldn’t do it for free – like, $500 bucks would do it. And sure, hell, he’d be down for some world domination, why not? Sounds like fun. Also, yeah, you know what, his d!ck is 13 inches long, write that down, it’s important. His Ghouls sit there in silent agony while their leader rattles off whatever wild bull he happens to think of off the top of his head, and he’s having a blast watching the interviewer get more and more uncomfortable.

And then his time as frontman is over, and he gladly turns over the Mitre to his little brother and returns to a quiet life of blood sacrifices and quiet gardening.

[felassan]

Snippets 🐺💜

Users report that pre-orders they made to TFAW of the DA:TV artbook The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard have been cancelled (since its listings were taken down like Dark Horse's were)

Blair: "The Shadow Dragons have some great black leather combos, less feathers though." [source]. shrl: "The Mourn Watch have leather and skulls." [source]

John: "it's been a pleasure and an honor working on this with you Brian" [source]. Brian: "The feeling is mutual." [source]. Trick: "It's been amazing watching it all come together, and I am so grateful for everything you've done to make that happen." [source]

John: "the day this game ships is the day i will finally retire the sleeved blanket i bought back in 2019" [source]

John: "the wildest thing about being creative director is that about once every two weeks someone says 'hey this bizarre thing here is part of your job can you do it'. and it is a thing that you KNEW someone did but you never thought about which someone. congratulations, you are that someone" [source]

User: "The Evanuris are banished forever, he says. 👀". Trick: "Forever-ish" [source]

John: "me: it’s weird how a lot of fans think I hate Solas, it’s absolutely wild. also me: I should photoshop Solas into the ‘we demand to be taken seriously’ picture" [source]

Carly: "i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, everyone,,,, s o o n 🥴" [source]. / "I honestly can’t wait til we share more !" [source]. / User: "do you ever look at people’s reactions and theories on here like 🙂‍↔️ you people have no idea what’s coming". Carly: "Oh absolutely lmaooo" [source]

Carly: "I deleted it but I posted in our slack like “pls just tell them smtg, the clowns make me sad ):” lolol" [source]. (note: fans have been joking around and calling themselves clowns hhh, in the age-old tradition of DA clowning) "this is me empathizing and feeling bad we aren’t giving as much info (altho epler be goin off), rereading it sounds like I’m going *points* look at how pathetic those clowns are lol" [source]. / "its like we can finally yell about our work but only in limited quantities and basically at the same time fans find out things lolol oh ya and the ea snipers" [source]

Violet: "I might be screaming into the wind, but there's nothing underhanded going on. Release date is coming in August like we already said (so very soon)" / "roadmap will be very soon with some nuggets of what will be coming in August." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "I made the announcement [in the Discord about Edge magazine's article], and it's kinda damned if you do, damned if you dont. If you do, people that ONLY want the biggest beats get mad. If you don't, people that want any scrap of news get mad. Personally, I think going towards the latter is better overall. But I'm sorry it wasn't what you expected. I am also a DA fan and care enormously about this project." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "How do we all think the companions for Veilguard flirt?". Violet: "depends on the companion fsfs" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "soon™️" / "(not trying to be a shit, it will be soon! its a holdover joke from my last studio, i have to put the ™️ every time, its a sickness)" / "real talk, im just as feral as you guys when it comes to DA" / "[re: John being aware of a meme] that doesnt surprise me, [John] gets around 👀" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

[uhohdad]

Do you think you can do a version of stalker konig that's harmless and sweet? Like he secretly watches you and just keeps you safe- eventually you find out about it but you don't mind cause you feel so comfortable in his presence and can tell he's just a lil weird likes you :")

Idk I'm jus getting tired of the abusive stuff everywhere man ;;

I would absolutely consider this sometime in the future, just looking to get through TGWCM before I dig into any big projects. In the meantime, here are a few things I’ve written that might scratch your itch if you haven’t already read them:

TGWCM [A HUNGER GAMES AU] - Outcast!Konig’s not a ‘stalker’ per se, but it’s a long-form (85k word count) slow burn where he pines for Reader heavily, and he keeps Reader out of trouble a lot. Reader finds immense comfort from him throughout the story, he’s a gentle giant but still does whatever it takes to protect Reader. Features an 11k word smut scene. 👀 Lots of bonus content and drabbles for this one as well.

Somethings Borrowed - Non-Abusive Stalker!Konig steals some of your things :)

Loser!Konig Headcannons - Harmless weirdo energy for sure (definitely will be doing more of these in the very near future)

My tastes vary. I have been known to dabble in both fluff & abuse, my works often reflect my own sexual/emotional desires at the time. I hope these fics help & I apologize if things haven’t been up to your tastes lately! Kids, feel free to help our friend here out by recommending some more fics below :)

[fledermausbend]

And finally, after many moons of this story (and only a few weeks in-game l o l), that brings us to the end of Annabelle's story...or does it? 👀

Some rambling about this portion of the project below the cut, if you're interested in some directorial thoughts.

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So as some of you know, I had been on a lengthy hiatus due to school and life issues for a while before picking the game back up in August. I had actually teased the very beginning of Annabelle's side story here, back in November of 2023 (💀), but then had returned to Adrian briefly before going on my hiatus. After I returned, I picked back up with him because the scene was incomplete, before returning to Annabelle and Sofia here - literally like 15 minutes had passed in-game from the previous update, but it had been about a year since we'd actually seen them, which is crazy. I honestly had no idea what I was doing with these guys - I knew I wanted to have Annabelle and Sofia reconcile and become close again, but I had no clue how to approach this. The idea to focus on the Werewolves pack was just a quick idea I came up with, as a sort of mirror to Caleb's side story which focused on the RoM pack - I had no idea how much I would fall down the lore rabbit hole with Lily, Greg, and the other Moonwood Collective members.

I also started getting a lot more followers and attention right as I started posting about the 'inciting incident', so now I had a lot of motivation and support to continue, which has been absolutely amazing. A few people have told me that they really enjoyed Sof and 'Belle's stuff, which is incredibly endearing to hear!! I have a lot of trouble feeling like I belong in fandom communities - always have - so getting so much kindness from people has been amazing, and I'm so grateful to anyone who has ever liked, reblogged, or left a comment.

I think I've really made some strides with my storytelling throughout this mini project, with my improved post-processing, my new ReShade preset, etc - some of the more ambitious ventures I attempted with this sidestory, like changing how I incorporate moodlets and doing fully visual adaptations of in-game popup gameplay (e.g., the tunnels) I think turned out really well. I'm excited to take what I've learned and use it going forward!

One thing I will say, and I'm sure some have picked up on - I did have to kinda rush through the ending of Annabelle's story, for several reasons. It was really dragging (I only started increasing my per-update image count to substantial numbers halfway through), and despite literally being a sidestory, it actually ended up being as long as the entirety of Gen1, which is crazy. I also kinda meandered in the beginning I think, rather than making certain themes I had in mind more clear (redemption, communication, forgiveness, etc). For this reason, I do understand that some may feel that the pacing was stilted and the characters' justifications/coming around a little odd, especially Greg. I tried to make it so that he had some parallels to Annabelle, with her also making constant mistakes and having to learn from them and the whole conversation about how 'fucking up does not make you a fuckup', but it's a bit easier to reconcile that ideology when it's a 19 year old girl who doesn't take things seriously vs an ancient old man who murdered his wife in a fit of blind rage. This is something I'm always working to improve in my stories, so I definitely learned a lot here. Now that we're returning to the actual main character of Gen2, Adrian, I think I can avoid this by planning ahead a bit more and more blatantly emphasizing where I want these themes to come up. And of course, if any of you have any thoughts/feedback, I'd love to hear it!

We also haven't seen the last of Annabelle, Sofia, Alice, and co, so stay tuned to see what they get up to later in the story!

[gerec]

Hii! thank you so much for your fic recs I am LIVING for them 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I was wondering if you had any cherik virgin!erik fic recs ?? 👀 I read "sharing" by ikeracity, and I am absolutely WEAK for this trope AJAHSSHSHHSH or maybe smth similar (cherik pls 🫠) to it ?? If not, I'm still thanking you for the help and your master lists 🙏🏻<3

Sharing by ikeracity is an absolutely amazing fic and yes everyone should read it! Unfortunately, there aren't a ton of virgin!Erik fics in the fandom but here are a few I hope you enjoy! A Farewell to Old Lives by nekosmuse

Written for the x-men_kink meme. Erik is a virgin trope.

I Wanna Give, I'm Completely Positive by jasminetea Erik meets his bonded in a coffee shop and it's everything he hoped for. Waiting was worth it.

Casual Encounters by SharpestScalpel Charles is a busy professor in his 30s - busy enough that a craigslist casual encounter is really the only way he's going to get laid any time soon.

Erik is a 19-year-old virgin with an internet connection and no social skills.

Wind and Words by velvetcadence

Lord Charles of House Xavier has been out-manipulated by Queen Emma into a marriage with her cousin. Still, there are worse fates than having to wed a handsome child.

hail the conquering hero by annejumps

"I know what you want," Charles had told him.

Things People Do by SlightWeasel

After seeing Emma's projection in Russia, Erik asks Charles if people really do that. Charles is more than happy to educate him.

How Prof. Shaw's Grammar Nazi Ways Got Me Laid and Helped Me Find True Love by jasminetea

Charles is a professor. Erik is a student. They meet through Craigslist.

First Time by dick_helmet_magneto

"Erik wasn’t exactly proud of how long he had made it in his life without having sex. When everyone else his age was experimenting and learning about themselves, he was fighting for his life against Shaw and, by the time he was freed, it was almost embarrassing.

He couldn’t simply walk up to someone and say he had never had sex before. No one wanted an inexperienced man in his late twenties, not that he had seen. And he suspected that, if he tried, they would have questions he wouldn’t want to answer." - Charles helps Erik out with his first time

Kleider Machen Leute by Cylin (unfinished)

In which Charles has *definite* ideas about what is homosexual what is not. After all, he does enjoy women. Then comes Erik, who's known nothing but pain and revenge for most of his life. He knows he's powerful and his fantasies have always been of violence. He's a virgin with severe intimacy issues. He's in love with Charles. He would do anything. And Charles- Well, Erik is nothing like he expected. But what Charles wants, he gets. Still, it is so much easier to convince himself if Erik could dress up as a woman...wear a dress.

[mapofyourstars]

What are your thoughts about Patrick Stewart and Ian Mckellen appearing in Avengers doomsday?? 👀

We better get some good Cherik moments...

ok ok ok ok, so I have some opinions that may be controversial, so I'll throw them in a read more.

ok.

I lost all respect for the avengers/marvel franchise after avengers: endgame because they just murdered some of my favorite character's story lines. so I really, really don't trust marvel with any writing or plotting at all anymore. I don't believe they stick well to character personality or plot; and they don't pull from content that already exists out there (i.e., comics).

so.

with that being said, I have very, very low hopes for the film. in fact, my hopes are so far into the ground that it's ridiculous. I think there are far too many people set to be in the film - that cast list is a mile long. I also really don't see what the plot will even be - there are way too many timelines and way to many crossovers that I think anyone will get confused, especially because they won't have the backing to explain it all. and I can't imagine what they are going to do with cherik's roles - is it an alt. timeline? does it fit into the canon-verse, either comic or film? will erik's character be a baseless villian? will charles just die in the film like he seems to die in everything else? how are they accounting for their ages? blah.

there are so many variables that no one - and I mean no one - at marvel/disney are going to take into account. and they never will. we even saw that with the x-men films with their inconsistencies and gaps and breaks from comic lore (but I still think they are and will be leagues above whatever film marvel is putting out there). also, I'm an utter fool to think for one (1) second that they are going to make cherik anywhere close to being canon. can't have predominant characters in the marvel universe be queer, god forbid.

however.

if they are going to involve cherik in this project, I am incredibly happy they brought back the original cast. because no one - and I mean no one - plays magneto better than sir ian mckellan. he put so much passion and drive into that character that I cannot possibly see anyone else being older magneto. would I also be happy with michael? absolutely, but if they are going for age-accurate cherik, then I'm glad they stuck with ian. again, I'm genuinely concerned they are going to just butcher his character (and charles' too) because there are way too many people in the pot; but what's a person to do? they are gonna make the movie similar to all the other movies out there and I'll probably be disappointed; but will I watch every seen with cherik? of course. because they are my babies and I love them.

so yes, I'm a bit of a hater and a pessimist; but with cherik and beast and nightcrawler actors returning, I can't say I'm not interested to see what happens.