#my response got even longer 😂

[kresnikcest]

@snoozaga: I've been marinating that a lot in my head but considering that gaius got pretty badly hurt or crippled or something he probably cant even do anything against viktor and was deliberately left alive to help cover it up? Or to avoid civil wars or infighting for the throne or some bullshit But considering hes the first one to jump on the murder train when it comes to julius in the regular verse maybe it's just out of spite

All of these fractured people that are aware of what's going on have pretty wretched existences and that's probably the worst end for gaius to end up lol Sorry got a bit long xD

ksdhskshs don’t worry about I’m always happy to hear other thoughts 😂

Yeah Gaius is very pragmatic and sees the big picture, and I think he might also be aware what the next best option is considering he doesn’t have many... Gaius can’t do much wrt Chromatus/FDs even if he was still able to fight, Victor is the only person left capable of protecting their FD from other agents. So even if Victor literally murdered the party and especially Rowen, going after Victor would just make things worse in the long term and might get their dimension destroyed even faster? It’s really an awful predicament...

Still hard to think that everyone was like “oh yeah a bunch of people got murdered here at this lakeside house... best not to question the guy who lived there!” but X2 is never especially subtle with its exposition for FDs lmao

(I would probably headcanon that Victor faked his death. Makes it a little less suspicious if people think Ludger died along with everyone else. Then again I also like to headcanon that Victor covered up the whole thing by saying they were ambushed by agents from another dimension.)

As for Julius... I mean the Bad Ending is pretty silly for the X1 cast’s reactions, but Julius is literally asking to be sacrificed and already dying anyway, there’s nothing to gain from saving Julius and the whole world to lose. (Which is why I adore it so much...) so I'm not too surprised by Gaius there.

i would think a little about gaius and victor if it weren't for the fact that it's so hard to make it make sense that victor got away with all those murders 😂

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

#73 with John Marino please!

So this turned out way longer than a blurb, but I guess that's to make up for the fact that I am answering it two months later... (also I stopped and started this so many times that I'm not even sure what this ending is 😂😂)

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"Is their a reason your naked in my bed?"

John was an old friend from Harvard, you both always tethered between the line of friends and possibly could be something more, but neither of you ever pulled the trigger to try scared of the possible disaster that it could cause. Once he got called up by the Penguins that didn't change, the only thing that did was that both of you were too busy to ever see each other anymore. But that didn't stop you both from staying in touch when you could even when he was traded to to the Devils, neither of you willing to leave the other behind as just a 'friend from college.'

Once John got traded to Utah, it's as if the universe was finally alining to bring you both back together in some sort of capacity. It seemed that the company you worked for wanted you to go work in Salt Lake City for the next six months, in an attempt to get the firm a new client. When you called John to tell him that you both should catch up and get dinner when you get into town, his response in his calm voice, you could hear his smile as he responds with"Forget dinner. Move in."

At first you told him no and that you could afford your own place, plus since the firm was moving you they were planning to put you in a hotel for a while anyway, which lead to him annoyingly reminding you that he is well aware that you can afford your own place, and that his apartment is way more comfortable than any hotel plus that he misses you. Dramatically sighing you realized that John was not going to let this go, so you agreed that instead of going to a hotel, you would live for him for the first month BEFORE getting your own place eventually.

And it was great, even with John not starting the season due to an injury he got while training, and even with him needing surgry and rehab. Being around John again, reminded you how much you missed him. Even though you never did anything in college, it reminded you of your feelings that you thought you got over but apparently you didn't, and they only intensified when you saw him again. Late night snacks, movie marathons, new and old inside jokes, it only grew the two of you closer and made you realize you in love with him and it scared the shit outta you.

John was on his first roadie since the new season started and your chest physically ached as you sat on the coach. Somehow, you weren't even sure how you missed someone this badly when you went so many years without seeing them. The only other friend you had in the city, a friend from your hometown who happened to end up in Utah, called you and told you that she was going to come pick you up for drinks because laying on the coach missing someone who wasn't even hers to miss, was a waste of a good Saturday night. Which is how you ended up, now stumbling out of the Uber, your friend bidding you goodbye, after way too many shots, finally somehow opening your door. Immediately you decided clothes were too much and since John wasn't suppose to be home until tomorrow night you just started stripping as you made the way to your bed. As soon as you stumbled into your room, and your bed hit your pillow as you crawled under the sheets, sleep overtook you, as the scent of John's cologne filled your nose.

The next time you woke up, a blurry John's head was over you, speaking although you couldn't understand what he was saying possibly still a little drunk. Throwing your arms up at him, "Johnny you 'ome." in a very high pitched happy voice, as you attempted to pull him down to you, which was a complete fail because John didn't want to be pulled down.

"Y/N is their a reason your naked in my bed." his voice deep, as if he's struggling to keep an even voice, once his words registered, you slowly blinked and rubbed your eyes, sitting up looking around to see that you weren't in your room, you were in fact in his king size bed, with the sheets slowly riding down and you became extremely aware that you were naked.

"I- I -" your voice breaking, as you felt like you wanted to cry due to embarrassment, your throat was becoming tighter, your cheeks flushed, as you tried to cover up as much of yourself as you could. Ducking your head, and laying back down you pulled the sheets over your head in your attempt to hide.

"Y/N." he said in a more stern voice.

"Please leave." you begged.

"You're in my room baby." he argued. 'baby' he only use to call you that in college, when you were both drunk, and somehow it still causes your stomach to abrupt in butterflies. His hands, went to rub up and down your side, and back, as if his touch would convince you to stop hiding. "baby?" he softly cooed.

"Stop." you barked. "you're being meeeaann."

John let out a chuckle, not that he was laughing more out of shock for the situation he found himself in. "how am I being mean?" he asked.

Speaking extremely fast, almost like if you didn't get the words out now you never will. "you haven't called me that since we were 19 years old, and now you called me it twice in a minute, just cause I fucked up."

"What 'baby'?" he softly asked, and although you were still hiding and refusing to come out from under his covers, he could see your head nodding 'yes' to his question. "I just haven' seen you in person 'sall. And I swear you only let your guard down in person, which is when you act adorable like a baby." he tried to explain, but even as the words were coming out, he realized how wrong his explanation sounded. "Y/N can you please come out from under the covers, I can't talk to you like this."

Still refusing to get up, John got up and Y/N was hopeful that he would actually leave so she could get dressed and go to hide in her room for the rest the day, while she looked for apartments online. Y/N's hope was crushed when she felt the bed dip again, "here baby. I brought you a shirt, sit up please." he begged, desperately craving to see her face. Slowly she removed the comforter from her face, covering herself she sat up as she let John take care of her, he put his t-shirt over her head, smothering her messy hair, then he handed her a clean pair of his boxers so that you could wear them as shorts.

"I was drunk, and I thought it was my room, but I guess my body just wanted to feel close to you." softly you explained. "cause I missed you, like a lot."

"I missed you too. Scoot over baby " he whispered as he lifted the blankets, softly he laid where you were and pulled you into his, automatically you bodies became a pile of limbs, as John bent down so he could hide in the crock of your neck.

"Johnny?" you whisper, he makes a sound to show he's listening. "What are we doing?" your voice cracking, the tears that were threatening to spill earlier coming back, your throat chocking up.

"Y/N." he dragged your name out, like it was a sacred prayer.

"No seriously, you come home and I'm naked in YOUR bed, and you don't even yell or anything. It's like you don't even care." Your voice raising with every word, John's head leaves the warmth of your neck to crease his eyebrows, his confusion clear on your face. "Don't play games with me. I'm tired of it. Either make a move, or let me leave."

Y/N didn't wanna stick around for John's answer, you started to untangle yourself from him, as he pulls you back by your wrist. John takes both his hands to cradle your face, “I’m tired of playing games too” he whispers, as his eyes glance at your lips and back to your eyes silently begging if he can close the gap. Softly you nod your head, and within seconds John is kissing you, at first soft but quickly desperate and needy as if all the years of pinning can be made up by the one kiss.

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The mystery of Love

Fernando Alonso family fluff

|| P3 of Fernando x goth mommy!reader

• | socialmedia au

Summary: After only 2 appearances on the paddock, little Benny already has all the drivers wrapped around his finger. But which one along with his team will steal the child's heart?

Warnings/Tags: fluff, family fluff, female reader

A/N: WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND SUITABLE PICS WITH TODDLER BOYS JXHHZNDNNFNFXEH I had to use Jack Wolff for some🧍‍♀️Anywaaaay this is a longer one just so y'know :)) Enjoy!

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•danielricciardo: a little road trip before training! 💪😎

•y/n._.l/n: •fernandoalo_oficial •kl.au_s why is my kid having playdates with literally EVERYONE on the paddock? 🧍‍♀️

→ •kl.au_s: you know well we can't say no to him 👉👈🤭

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: exactly.

→ •y/n._.l/n: I left you for 2 days!

→ •user1: •user2 and tell me they're not together 🧍‍♀️

→ •user2: they already act like a family lol

→ •user3: not Benny adopting the whole grid 😭

•yukitsunoda0511: don't forget about your chauffeur! >:(

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•lewishamilton: great race weekend spent in even better company! Thank you Britian!

•fernandoalo_oficial: YOU DID NOT

→ •lewishamilton: yes. I. did. 🤭😎

•user5: not lewis stealing Fernando's kid

→ •user6: not only him, check out Daniel's ig

→ •user7: and Lando's!

→ •user8: basically everyone's lol

•susie_wolff: can't wait to see little bunny again! ❤

→ •user9: the boy got himself a 2nd mother

→ •user10: and whole lotta uncles!

•user11: they even got him a small suit like Jack's I can't 😭✋

→ •user12: they can match!!! 💞

→ •user13: they would slay SO hard 😍

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•hulkhulkenberg: ping-pong session before the training with my boy Chiquito and a quick store break to buy mommy some flowers :)

•user14: isn't it weird that every driver posts pictures with Fernando's kid recently?

→ •user15: yeah and all of them only give attention to Benny, what about Klaus????

•y/n._.l/n: thanks for the flowers! Benny already can't wait for another play date with Noemi and Laura! ❤

→ •kevinmagnussen: they can't wait too! ❤

→ •user16: WHY HAVEN'T WE SEEN THE KIDS PLAYING TOGETHER SDHYCYUESNXIEU

→ •user17: we got ROBBED >:(

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•charles_leclerc: thanks for the best boy out there, little bunny, for helping the best team! 💪💞

•user18: you know you ain't the best

•maxverstappen1: who said you were the best? 🤨

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•user19: are the drivers fighting over which team is the best in a random kid's eyes???

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•zhouguanyu24: thank you Benny and Klaus for supporting us in Britain! Love you! ❤

•user2137: why is everyone posting about Chiquito?

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•user23: Zhou looks so cute playing with Benny I can't TwT 💞

→ •user24: all of them look sooo cute with Chiquito!

•kl.au_s: finally someone mentioned me, thank you

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•user25: love how Fernando and the other kid argue in the comments xD

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→ •user27: I think mommy has enough already 😂

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•user29: the tshirt I can't 😭💞

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•charles_leclerc: you wish -_-

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•user31: not another racing suit 😭✋💞

→ •user32: I'm gonna melt... 💞

•user33: other teams should have tried better tbh :/

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•user36: love how all the drivers show Chiquito around the teams garages and do stuff related to formula while Logan randomly took all 4 of them fishing 😂

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•user38: why is it so cute TwT

•fernandoalo_oficial: thanks for a great time!

•user39: why do I feel like he has NO idea about the competition?

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•fernandoalo_oficial: thanks for inviting us for a FREE dinner! 😍

•user41: the guys are spoiling Benny SOO MUCH

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→ •user43: all in a spawn of 3 DAYS!

→ •user44: I wish I was Benny 😭

→ •user45: yes. especially that he has such cool hot parents 😍

•charles_leclerc: why was I not invited 🧍‍♀️

→ •y/n._.l/n: want me to adopt you?

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[concreteangel92]

Do you write angst? Could you write something? You decide 😊

The One Who Never Was

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Warnings: Noah being a complete and utter fuck boy, talks of sex but nothing detailed, breakups, playing with someone’s feelings, gaslighting, love bombing, mental and emotional abuse, depression, co-dependency, unhealthy relationships, fwb, situationship, no happy ending in this story, drinking, self destructive behaviour, let me know if I’ve missed something!

Noah is not a nice person in this fic, if that is going to bother you then please don’t read. I did also picture long haired Noah when I was writing this.

I hope you all enjoy (if that’s the right word for a story like this ahaha) and I’m hoping to get back into my writing this week as I’m not back at work until Saturday (if I’m well enough) and this is the first time in about 6 weeks that I’ve been able to rest and do nothing so I’ll try and be productive with it

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @Ima1986 (never lets me tag you properly for some reason?)

“Hey fancy meeting up today? Feels like it’s been ages”

You nervously sat there waiting for Noah’s response, in your mind already knowing the answer.

You and Noah had been in this ‘situationship’ for a year now, you’d started off as just friends and then one night, it had all changed.

You’d not long been out of a bad relationship when Noah first text you and asked if you wanted to hang out, you knew what he wanted and at first you thought it was a good idea, help you move on from the last dickhead that you’d been with.

“Best way to get over a man is to get under one”

So you went.

After that night, Noah then wanted to date you, he’d asked to take you out for a meal but you’d politely declined as you wanted to stay single longer so you could heal but you spoke about being friends with benefits with him instead, something he was completely up for. Looking back, you had no idea of everything that was about to happen.

•••••

You were sitting on Noah’s sofa, a film was on in the background and Noah was cooking you both dinner.

“What do you think of this?”

Noah had walked back into the living room with his hand under a spoon, you wrapped your lips around it to taste his home made sauce for the chicken he was cooking.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing! Since when did you cook?”

He gave you a big smile and a cheeky wink as he replied “I’ve always loved cooking, it’s even better when I have someone to cook for”

You’d both be curled up on the sofa, eating his amazing food before you’d spend the rest of the night together in his bed.

Noah had this power of making you blush with every word he said, he always made you feel like you were the only woman in the world.

“You’re like no woman I’ve ever been with”

He’d text you first always, told you how he felt about you and that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Oh shut up!”

“I’m serious, I don’t know how I’ve got so lucky to be with someone as gorgeous as you”

The fact he’d accepted the friends with benefits over an actual date made you feel he would wait for you, that he completely understood that you needed time.

And let’s talk about the sex. The sex was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, he was such a pleasure dom, making sure you were completely satisfied again and again and again.

No man has ever made you feel the things that he did, he was willing to do everything with you.

“Whatever you want to to try, I’m down for it, even the weird shit”

“Weird shit? 😂”

“Any kinks you might not have tried because others think they are weird, I’ll do it all for you”

Noah always held you until you feel asleep, you fighting it, not wanting the night to end.

“Shhh, I’m here”

His fingers would gently caress your cheek while your eyes became heavy, feeling so warm and content in his arms

You’d wish you had longer, knowing that by morning, you’d both be going about your day and then never knowing when you’d see him again due to your schedules.

At some point, during the long into night deep chats, the dinner dates, the small details that Noah always remembered and done, you fell for him.

••••••

“Sorry I can’t today, busy in the studio”

That was it, it was so cold and blunt, there was no warmth in his messages anymore. Not that your heart allowed you to fully see it.

You felt the tears prick at the corner of your eyes as your heart became heavy and you felt the sinking feeling in your gut.

All of your friends have told you to leave him, that he’s making his feelings clear but every time you have tried to pull away, Noah always had the right words to say or a good excuse for his actions.

So you stayed.

And here you were, a shell of the person you used to be, when you first started this with Noah, you had such a spark in your eyes and you felt so happy.

Now, happiness with him was like a drug, he was like a drug. You knew he was bad for you, you knew he was killing you. But you couldn’t stop.

You stared at the screen, almost like your will alone could change the words. You scrolled up and saw it was much the same.

“Hey you about today?” “Sorry I’m working today”

“Fancy some dinner later?” “Maybe. I’ll text you in a bit”

Unless he messaged you…

“Hey baby, you free today? I miss you”

“Yeah I’m free, what do you fancy?”

“You 😏”

“Cheeky haha no seriously, what do you want to do?”

“Come to mine and hang out?”

You knew every time that it would lead to sex, you prayed it would, so you never said no to him.

You convinced yourself that he loved you as much as you loved him. Over the last year, you’d never felt anything like it before.

The only way you could describe it was that whenever you were with him, your soul felt at home. It didn’t matter what you were doing, you could be doing nothing and you were so contented to be around him.

You were always laughing together, you fitted together physically and just overall seemed like each other’s perfect partner.

You saw him for who he was, not this big rock star. You knew the rumours about him but you saw another side to him, a side he wouldn’t let many see. You knew he loved you deep down. Noah just struggled to show it because of his past.

You knew you shouldn’t make excuses for him, what’s the age old saying?

If a man truly wants to be with you then they won’t let a single thing come in between you.

And Noah gave you excuses most of the time, would take hours to reply and then blame it on work. You knew that wasn’t always true but you just accepted the behaviour because you’d fallen in love with him.

You’d fallen in love with the man who made you laugh until your belly hurt, who looked at you like you were the only other person in existence. Noah had recently said that he loved you back for the first time.

••••••

2 weeks ago, the last time you saw him in person.

You’d gone out for a few drinks with your friends and knew Noah was out already so you gave him the invite, not actually expecting him to show up in all honesty.

So when you arrived at the bar so see Noah stood there with your favourite drink next to his, your heart swelled within your chest.

The smile he gave you matched your own, his hug was so warm and for a moment, you felt like the whole world had stopped.

You sat down with your friends, both next to each other and clearly not paying attention to anything else around you other than each other.

In the words that your friend text you later….“A bomb could have gone off in that bar and neither of you two would have known, you couldn’t take your eyes off each other”

You both laughed and chatted all night, it only when you were outside getting some air that you decided to be honest.

“I love you Noah, I know you won’t say it back because you’re scared but I love you”

Noah stood and stared at you for a moment before he smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too, always have”

The feeling in that moment was indescribable, the man you truly believed you were meant to be with had finally said those words back. He had finally admitted his true feelings.

The rest of the night you felt like you were walking on a cloud, you knew now that everything was going to be ok. All the heartache and loneliness before Noah had lead you up to this moment. To know it was all worth it.

You couldn’t stop smiling all night, even after he’d said that he needed to go, you gave him a big kiss and a hug and said that you couldn’t wait to see him again and finally start dating properly and have a relationship.

For Noah to ghost for you about a week, every message you sent was left unread, all the phone calls ignored.

Every time you felt your heart shatter, how could he do this? Surely not after he’d admitted he loved you? Who can do that?

Your friends were adamant that he was playing you and that you needed to block him.

You sat and cried your heart out, you drank your pain away and tried to find the answers at the bottom of a bottle, you’d do anything to numb the pain that you were feeling.

The feeling of having your whole future ripped away after just being given to you was soul destroying. You have hardly slept, hardly eaten. The weight was falling off your body as the days had turned into weeks.

It was only a few days ago that you’d finally had a response from him.

“Sorry been so busy with work, hope you’re ok”

But when you tried to arrange to see him, you got all the excuses once again. The never ending story of this game of cat and mouse.

You’d even confronted him about his behaviour.

“How could you tell me that you loved me to then ghost me? Who does that?”

“I wasn’t lying to you, I honestly have been busy, I can’t just drop everything for you”

You knew it was wrong, but you still wanted him, you craved him.

••••••

Sipping on the vodka in your glass was the only comfort for you at this moment. You’d text your best friend but of course just had the same old reply.

“Just block him, he’s made his feelings clear, he’s making a complete fool out of you”

You decided enough was enough, you’d walk over to his and see him in person, you couldn’t take this uncertainty anymore.

Walking to Noah’s was almost like a dream, but not the good kind, the feeling of dread was making you feel sick with every step, especially by the time you were outside his front door.

Taking a deep breath, you rung the doorbell, every nerve in your body on edge in preparation for the confrontation you knew was coming.

After a moment, you heard the sound of footsteps before the door swung open to reveal Noah’s tall frame.

“What are you doing here?”

You were sure you looked awful, dark circles around your puffy eyes, hair a mess.

“I needed to speak to you, can I please come in?”

Noah looked annoyed but stepped aside so you could enter.

“I haven’t got long, I’m going out soon”

Your chest became tighter at his words, the excuses already starting.

“Then just be honest with me Noah. What the fuck am I to you?”

He looked slightly shocked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re my friend y/n, I care a lot for you, you know that”

You couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“Do I? You told me you loved me and then ghosted me! No one is this fucking busy Noah! I’m tired of the games, I want you to be honest with me!”

The tears had already started, leaving a warm trail down your cheeks as you spoke.

Noah seemed to look anywhere but you, not able to meet your eyes as he answered.

“We have already been through this, I’ve just been busy”

“So you keep saying. May I remind you Noah that you originally chased me! You were the one who wanted to date, you were the one texting me and doing everything you could to make me fall for you! And now what? You just can’t be bothered anymore and don’t have the balls to tell me? You scared you’ll lose your booty call if you do?”

The last year was finally catching up with you, all the games and played feelings were coming to the surface, something you could clearly see was bothering Noah.

“Or are you too scared to actually commit because you’re frightened of getting hurt?”

“Are you for real? I’m not scared of anything!”

“Then why?!”

Noah throw his hands up in frustration and paced around.

“Because I don’t want to be with you! It’s that simple! You’re not the only girl I can have or have had! You’re a joke, you’re treating me like I’m your fucking boyfriend and I’m not, we were never dating!”

You stood in shock, how could he say that, although you never had an actual label, you’d been a couple in every way but the title and he knew that, he even wanted the two of you to be ‘exclusive to each other’.

But now it was starting to make sense, why he wouldn’t take it further.

“So you made me feel like I was the only woman for you, why? You told me that you loved me, said you wanted to be with me. Fucking hell, we even sat and told each other about all the dark shit in our pasts! You once said to me that I was the one person you never wanted to hurt!”

Noah’s face had become hard, a sign that he was shutting down from the conversation.

“And I didn’t. I’m not your boyfriend, I never have been and never will be. You’re making this all up in your head and you’re acting crazy. I’d like you to leave right now”

Your body was shaking and the tears wouldn’t stop falling as you stared at him. Your voice came out as barely a whisper.

“Where’s my Noah gone? My Noah would never have done any of this?”

Instead of answering, Noah simply opened the door, void of all emotion on his face. You stood in complete disbelief before you admitted defeat, your pride had already been shattered and you couldn’t take anymore.

You ran out of the door and kept running down his driveway. You collapsed at the corner of his road, the tears never stopping as your crying pulled your breath from your lungs.

You pulled out your phone and found Noah’s chat, the sinking feeling you had was confirmed when you’d tried to call but realised you’d been blocked.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it, your Noah, the man who made you feel so special and loved could never do this. Where was he?

•••••

The days turned into weeks, turned into months and the heartache never stopped.

Noah had ripped out your heart and broken you as a person. Your friend’s were always concerned for your mental state as you tried to navigate a life without him without any closure.

You didn’t see him again, unless it was online, but you knew he was just fine. Every time you saw his photo, he looked so happy and care free, he was living his dream, the band was starting to go viral and you knew this was only the beginning.

The rumours of who he was dating of course started to spread, each one like a knife to your heart.

You never got the closure your mind needed, you had to move on with no answers. Trying to piece yourself back together.

It was the hardest break up you’d ever gone through, and although others may say “well you weren’t actually together”

That was worse, he was the man you had completely fallen in love with, who never truly loved you back but made you feel like he did.

Noah was the one who never was.

[butchcarmy]

You & Carm on the couch late one night and he’s rambling on and on about the restaurant (poor guy doesn’t know when to just be quiet😂) and he looks over and you’re dead asleep so he carries you to bed 😭 I love him with my whole heart honestly

(ANGUISHED SCREAM) THAT IS SO SWEET…I love the idea of him rambling to you, too, because that’s how you know he REALLY trusts you… he doesn’t open to just anyone!!

It’s a late night. Carmy had plopped down on the couch next to you after a long, long day at The Beef. You’re cuddled into his side, head comfortably nestled into the crook of his neck. He’s got his arm around you, holding you close.

“Rough day?” You had asked, curious about the tension and weight in his face and shoulders. That’s all it took for him to start talking.

It used to be like wrenching open a stubborn can, congealed shut with old glue. It was nigh impossible to get him to talk about how he was feeling. His emotions would build up to a point where he would explode, so stressed that he would be unable to repress it anymore. It wasn’t pretty, and neither of you liked it.

After lots of practice, the words finally come easy for Carmy. Or, well, they come easier.

“It was a shit-show,” he says plainly, tiredly. He starts off quiet and lethargic, but the more he talks up, the more amped up he gets. “The thing is, I’m not tryin’ to fuck with the system, because there is no system to begin with. They act like what they had was a system, but it wasn’t. It was a jumble of loosely enforced rules with no clear distinctions. Not the same thing.

“And bookkeeping,” he groans, because there’s always something with the papers, the documents. “There’s more shit that I’ve never seen until now. I shouldn’t still be discovering things like this. It’s endless, baby. It’s fucked.” He tells you about how he’s catering for another party of Uncle Jimmy’s next week. About how the meat order won’t stop coming in wrong.

He’s halfway through talking about this obnoxious customer when he realizes you haven’t said anything a while. When he turns to look at you, you’re fast asleep on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers, to see if you’re awake. No response.

He sits there for a moment, wondering how long you’ve been asleep for. Affection swells in his heart at the thought of you wanting to listen to him even on the verge of falling asleep. It’s too sweet.

He lets himself stare at your sleeping face for a moment longer. Then, he moves to pick you up, one hand at your back to lean you against his chest, the other under your knees. He hoists you up. Still nothing from you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and then another one as he carries you to bed.

[vigilskeep]

hiya!! I never learned much about oghren besides what I needed to because, from what I remember, he pissed me off so bad with misogynistic comments that in both my playthroughs I kicked him out of the party as soon as the game would let me😂what would you say is the appeal of his character? it seems there’s more to him if I could’ve got past that, based on the posts of yours I’ve seen

i’m not going to make an argument for pushing through if you can’t deal with how he talks because like, it sucks and as i say, they did not do anything with it or make him get better on that. that being said, i think there is something interesting to his character and what can be done with it.

maybe i’m just desperate for dwarven lore lmao. there are three, total, dwarven companions in the series, counting one from a dlc, and i will take whatever lore i can get from my beloved orzammar

oghren operates in a really fascinating space in orzammar’s caste system. he’s born warrior caste, and once, he was everything orzammar values and a great prospect for a brilliant girl from the smith caste. then when she’s less than twenty and he’s presumably around the same, she becomes a paragon, a living legend, the voice of the ancestors. they soar up to being a noble house in a role neither of them are prepared for. oghren goes from being a very desirable match socially to an uncultured hanger-on who doesn’t even have branka’s attention as she becomes obsessed with her work (and quietly seeks a lover elsewhere in her new house). when branka goes into the deep roads two years before the events of the game, she takes the whole house—except him. and she doesn’t come back. oghren’s the single leftover of a house with no head. he’s also a berserker with ptsd, and when he loses control of himself in the proving arena and kills a young man, he’s no longer allowed to fight within the city bounds. if he left it, he’d be casteless; but inside it, he’s not far from that, unable to be the warrior that orzammar’s culture has always told him it is his only role and purpose to be.

there’s a lot of orzammar caste and gender politics in all of that. the guard who tells you about oghren says that he might have been something to be afraid of before the assembly “practically gelded him” by banning him from fighting. losing your ability to perform your caste role is emasculating and oghren’s over-exaggerated masculinity in his crude jokes is a response to that perceived shame. even before the ban, orzammar has the biggest gender inequality of anywhere we’ve spent time in thedas, and there’s a lot of implied social loss in becoming the lesser partner to his wife. both because she’s a woman and was once a lesser caste than him. in his fade nightmare, he’s drunk in tapsters, as strangers berate him for being a shame to branka’s house, dragging it down. he’s openly mocked in the same way in orzammar for all of this. for him in this dream, and in his life prior to meeting the warden, it’s easier to drink than to listen

there’s a lot to get into about how orzammar treats its warriors. they’re sent against the horrors of the deep roads, taught to harness this berserker rage, to be the only thing that stands between their home and the darkspawn, and... then what? is there a system in place for taking care of those veterans? i doubt they hold the same value once they lose the ability to perform their caste role. oghren talks a little about this, but he’s not even able to conceptualise that he should have been helped, it’s more like, how could they teach me how to fight out there like that and expect me to be able to hold back in that proving fight? a warrior’s going to do what a warrior’s going to do! but i don’t think it’s a surprise that someone like oghren turns to alcohol and i sincerely doubt he’s alone in that. compare it to someone like warden brosca’s mother turning to alcohol to deaden herself to life in dust town, and you can see that the dwarven love of drink so often played for laughs is the weight of the caste system in action

[crescencestudio]

How would the love interests reassure their Mc if they were feeling insecure?

(Found out I was being cheated on and would love some loyalty and reassurance fluff! 😂 Hope everyone is having a better weekend than I am LOL)

THIS IS AWFUL???? the alaris LIs would never do that to you...... they r all gathering in my mental palace contemplating what to do with the cheater in question........ kuna'a said something along the lines of taking out the trash......

((in all seriousness that's horrible to hear and i hope you take the next couple of days to give yourself all the love and kindness you need. fuck that cheater))

✨ LIs Reassuring MC

Kayn: words of affection is their main love language. going to shower you in all the compliments and will probably even surprise you with some obscure/specific ones (e.g., likes how you light up when you see something cute, or the little wrinkle in your nose you get when you laugh, or how passionate you are about calculus, etc.)

Druk: makes the day about you. you're the boss today (arguably with this guy, ur the boss everyday but i digress LMSSL). whatever ur favorite show is, ur watching it together. ur favorite treat--ur getting it. whatever u want, u got it. his main intention is for u to reconnect with what u like and the things that make you you and celebrate all of that bc he loves all of you.

Fenir: i think he would write you a letter. at first he might try to do what kayn does, but that just comes RLLY unnaturally to him and he's gonna start stammering and things r gonna come out wrong and he's gonna accidentally compliment ur toes and oh god that's not what he meant and--- LSLLA. so he will write a letter instead. this way you can have it forever and always remember how amazing he thinks u r.

Etza: spends a little more time showing you how much they love you today. it'll be mostly subtle, in large part bc they don't want you to feel like they're telling you these nice things or acting differently just bc u feel bad. but you will feel their love and admiration for u on the little things--the way their hand lingers on ur cheek a second longer, how you catch them looking at you in awe more often, the delicate way they handle you as if ur the most precious thing in the world, etc.

Kuna'a: they'll ask you to list off what ur insecure about. you're hesitant at first, obviously since sharing insecurities is no easy task. so you start off small--maybe it's how your nose looks, or the color of your eyes. and once those words leave your lips, kuna'a places a light kiss on the offender in question--ur eyes, nose, whatever ur insecure about. as u list more and more insecurities, he places more and more kisses on you. if u list a characteristic (like ur forgetful), he'll say why he likes that about you. until your insecurities are replaced with love.

Aisa: they'll ask you why you're off today and when u tell them ur feeling insecure, they'll respond with a simple "but why? what's there to be insecure about?". it's a blunt, borderline abrasive, response. but it reveals something deeper, which is how aisa truly sees you. what is there to be insecure about when you're perfect? and there's something in the straightforward simplicity of their words that heals the pain of your insecurities.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I hear you want to write but are having a hard time answering prompts. Don't feel obligated to answer this one either, this is free labor, you never have too!!!! But maybe it would help by giving you a free space. What's eating at you [pun intended hehe]?

Me and this anon be like:

You are so thoughtful, thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

And you know what has been eating at me 😂 for whatever reason, I have no idea what turned me onto this idea, or why I can't stop thinking about it but there is something about the idea of completely, entirely spoiled Bucky that's been heavy on my mind.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink under the read more, complete with lots and lots of stuffing, weight gain, and teasing/fat-shaming, too.

I'm talking about silver-spoon, generationally wealthy Bucky. He never has known what it is to want, yanno? Everything he could ever dream of, he gets immediately. He's never had a job other than learning what fork to use during meal times and which to use during dessert.

He looks like Wakanda, Jesus Bucky in spirit.

His hair is lush and shiny but his is proper, high-society style. So, it's cropped short at the sides and marginally longer at the top, coiffed back into stylish, fluffy waves. His face is clean-shaven, not beared, but his skin still glows and his marble-carved bone structure has been filled out by good food and constant pampering. He's always in the latest fashion, too. He looks the part of his high-maintenance, rich lifestyle.

When he was a kid and then a teenager it was totally fine that he fit so, so well into his lavish upbringing - including his taste for excessively sweet food and excessive amounts of food - because he had a speedy metabolism and the whimsy of a child, always running through his parent's expansive mansion or spending hours in the endless, deep green lawns playing by himself or roping one of the servents or his tutor into his games. His parents always were too busy with their socializing to raise their own messy child, instead passing responsibility off to someone, anyone else.

For a while, Bucky also took an interest in polocrosse, so he stayed slim for his elegant, equestrian sport. Loping through open, well-manicured fields on horseback, going after the ball with his racquet. But, as he grows and matures into a snooty young adult, with his twenties comes a slowing of his hummingbird metabolism and a boredom of sport. He has more important, more luxurious, relaxing activities to attend to than riding some beast that he doesn't even pick up after or care for - that's what the help is for. Besides, the medals mean nothing to him. He knows he's deserving and is a blue-ribbon winner without the physical reminders. Naturally, it's in his genes, he may as well be a hot-blooded, thoroughbred himself.

Bucky's metabolism slows and his activity level wanes but neither can be said about his appetite - not slowing, nor waning.

His hunger was one of those wants he's always, always had met through his generational wealth. His dire want for sweets. When he was younger, he always got a slap on the wrist for gorging himself on sugary sweets - pastries, candy, and the like - but never truly punished. His love affair wasn't tamed no matter how often he "spoiled" his own dinner, charming the cooks to feed him more than he needed, secretly getting their driver to go and retrieve him something from the city's candy shop, or even simply tiptoeing into the well-stocked pantry at night to give himself a tummy ache.

Now, his appetite is insatiable and he is growing more and more unfit seemingly like the hour. All because his days aren't spent working - he's never had to lift a finger for anything - but, instead, his hours are filled to the brim (and then some) with wine tastings, occasional tours of the winery grounds, cheese samplings, fine dining reservations or world-class chefs inhabiting his home for a few nights, and more. As soon as he's allowed by Mommy and Daddy, he moves off the sprawling family property to buy his own. He comes in and sweeps up a swath of land, putting a huge, pretty house on it and filling the rooms with staff. Most of the time, he doesn't leave his home. His driver's chauffeur experts in drink and food back and forth, bringing waves of delicious, expensive delicacies straight to Bucky's beautiful abode from the private airport nearby.

He. is. spoiled.

As he grows, he becomes rich fat, not poor fat - which becomes an important, prideful distinction in Bucky's spoiled, snobby mind. He is high society. He is well taken care of. So, of course, he's large.

Rich fat is fat that's undeniably plump and round with perfect curves. Rolls. Pale and smooth. No cellulite. No stretch marks. No blemishes. Just milky, pale swells of flesh that are soft but still firm and high. Something of a cherub straight from a masterful Renaissance painting.

His body tells the truth of his life - he doesn't lift a finger. He's practically a Roman Emperor, lounging on his side, draped in a sheet that barely fits over his bulging, excessive curves, fed the finest wine and offered peeled grapes that he lazily consumes until he's so full and drunk that he has to stop his servants by lifting a dainty hand, breathily moaning. No more. He can't take anymore now, he's so full that his fat, normally plush, soft belly has swelled to be as firm as a drum. But... give it an hour and he'll be snapping his fingers, rolled onto his back, under the weight of his belly, needing more. He won't even bother to get back up unless his servants help him, at that point, all he wants is more.

Always more.

Bucky becomes so insatiable with his life of luxury orbiting his round belly (rapidly transforming to be so large and spherical that it might be its own planet with a gravitational pull, keeping his hands to it at all times, unable to stop rubbing and touching his big body), that he hires someone new to live on his estate with him.

A masseuse.

Bucky becomes accustomed to eating until he feels fit to pop, stuffing down delicacies as if they're commonplace. Then, when he's so achingly tight, it's only natural to crave hands on his belly. He needs all the help digesting that he can get on a steady diet of peeled grapes, chocolate-coated strawberries, and other delicate fruits alongside the finest cheeses in paper-thin slices (but so many of those slices that he may as well have eaten the entire wheel by biting hunks off rudely) paired with jam and honey and bread and meats cured and prepared just so, plus bubbly champagne to wash it all down. That excessive diet leaves his tummy churning, groaning, and gassy. He has to stifle his burps behind one hand while the other works to soothe himself - it's instinctive, those rubbing motions.

Working? Aching? That just won't do. Bucky isn't dumb enough to expend energy when he doesn't have to. His private education afforded him better common sense. And he often goes to the spa, so he's familiar with massages. One plus one is two. Bucky needs a masseuse to rub his belly.

His masseuse is a tall, broad man - muscular and handsome with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He has a pleasantly pale complexion with freckles but his nose that like it's been broken once or twice, bumped in the middle, and his hands are certainly the hands of a working man. He has obviously worked hard to get where he is with veins obvious in his arms and the backs of his hands and callouses on his palms. Even with all the lotion and oils, his hands are just the slightest bit rough thanks to those callouses.

If he weren't so handsome and hadn't proved himself to be so good at his job, Bucky might not keep him around. Thoughtlessly he could fire him, or any of his staff, and hire someone else.

Bucky doesn't like anything rough. He likes simple, easy, and luxurious. He likes softness. He reclines in overstuffed chairs and couches, expensive and sink-into-the-softness, and sleeps (and eats) on a perfectly swallowing-up bed. His body is currently being transformed into the same type of sensation - plush, soft, overstuffed. He likes that. He's becoming as excessive as his lifestyle - shaped perfectly for it.

He doesn't enjoy roughness.

He doesn't enjoy the bit of resentment on his masseuse's face and weaved secretly into his voice when they first meet.

Steve is a good worker, though, and Bucky appreciates that. He's accustomed to throwing money around, but he only throws it when it's what he wants or something he needs that he's having done his way. If a gardener, cook, or tailor doesn't work as fast or as hard as Bucky thinks they ought to - they're gone. Simple as that.

Steve works hard, Steve works fast, Steve is... interesting. He doesn't approve of Bucky's lifestyle, that much is clear, so he must need the money. But also, he doesn't complain. Not really. He does tease Bucky, though. It seems they both know their differences and there's something there. Something exciting. They both have their tastes and the clash of their differing tastes becomes electric.

Bucky learns to enjoy a little bit of roughness because of Steve.

Steve is called in to support Bucky either nearing the end of a massive meal or after his meal has been finished. His job title is "masseuse" and he does massage Bucky but, just, one part of him -

His belly.

His job is to aid Bucky's body in digesting after a splurge... if you can call his gorging meals and oversized snacks that happen every day, multiple times a day like clockwork "splurges." Splurging implies you don't do it all the time. Bucky is consistently stuffed to the gills. The only time he's not full is when he wakes up, first thing in the morning, and that's not always a guarantee - Bucky has gotten especially fat recently, it's why he needs Steve, and now, he can't always make it through the night without a snack. If he needs one, he snaps his fingers or rings the little bell he keeps by his bedside, rousing his live-in servants and making them retrieve a "light" snack for him from the kitchen. If he's had a midnight snack, his belly might still be firm and bloated when he wakes up. Regardless, Steve helps settle his belly.

At first, when Steve was hired, he did his job without comment. Now that they know each other a little better and each of them is rubbing off on the other with Bucky enjoying a little bit of roughness and Steve learning to embrace comfort and a taste of luxury - now, Steve prods and pushes verbally while he does the same physically. He rubs big circles on his big tummy, presses into the parts where he's the tightest to release pockets of gas and make him more comfortable, giving him more room (that he often immediately fills with more food), and kneads his soft flesh, using lotion and oil to keep his flesh supple and stretch-mark free. He lets his mouth run, too.

In low tones, just for the two of them to hear, he murmurs roughly about how he's never had so much to work with. Bucky knows under those sugar-coated words, he's calling him fat. Then, he goes on to say that Bucky feels especially tense today, is there anything particular on his mind? That's Steve telling him he's bloated as fuck, just a bit of sting behind his "polite" tone to communicate, oh my fucking god, you're a blimp. Or, he asks how his tailor is doing, the vague way to ask how he fits into any clothes at all. It's a damn mystery to Steve, after all, he only ever sees Bucky when he's naked with all of his soft, pale, thick fat on display. Round. Firm. Ready to be massaged until he's not so tight he could burst which, to Bucky, means he's ravenous. Bucky has no understanding of hunger. He doesn't remember what it's like to be empty, so when he isn't gasping in pleasure and pain, so full that his stomach is strained and there's food packed into him all the way up his esophagus to the back of his throat, he thinks he's starving.

Bucky savors those comments in a way he doesn't savor food - he just shoves it down. More.

More.

Bucky starts eating even more, pushing himself further, to make sure he can see Steve regularly. Weirdly, for someone who's never needed a damn thing from anyone else, he aches to impress this guy. It's strange, how much he wants to preen and parade around. He makes even more of a gluttonous mess of himself just so Steve can come in and berate him underneath his professional, light tone. It's embarrassing. Bucky has never been able to deal with humiliation or shame or anything other than resounding acceptance because of his high status, so it's strange for him to go after it now but...

God, is it good.

Steve commenting on needing another set of hands to reach and work on all of Bucky's glutted tummy sends a shiver down his pinned spine in spirit, in reality, he can't fucking move. He's so fat. Bucky almost moans at the thought of more hands groping and kneading his fat, working his cramps and burps out of him, easing the way for those calories to smoothly transform into more fat but, strangely, he only wants Steve to do this. He's used to hiring more help, having so many people around him, watching and aiding him in even the most intimate, private moments. This feels too intimate to share, though. He just wants Steve's big, strong, rough hands on his fat. He wants it bad. So, of course, he gets it.

He feasts on multiple rich, large courses. Steve massages him. He snacks on foods that would be enough for a meal if he were anyone else. Steve massages him. He gorges until he's hiccuping, whining, and curled around his fat belly like he can hold himself together, preventing himself from bursting at the seams with too much, too good of food. Steve massages him. He wakes up, belly gurgling with digestion that he can delude into being hunger, so he stuffs himself late at night into early morning. Steve massages him. Steve massages him through it all, witnessing him at his fullest and watching, judging, as he packs on more and more weight.

Bucky has been drilled to follow etiquette and be polite, but with Steve, he slips. He's just so full. And Steve's so good at his job. He can't deny himself the pleasure of moaning and burping loudly as Steve works.

"Buuuurpp-"

"Hic! Ah! Oh! Hic! Ouch! Hic! Hup! Oww!"

"Ooooohhh, yess. That's good."

"Uuuuuuurp!"

"Yes! Right there, press there, it's so tight, oh, oww-"

"Hnnnn-"

"M-mmmph- more. More pressure. Yes! Like that! Oh-uuurp!"

"C-cahhh, careful, I'm, oof, I'm soo full. Mmngh, I might - hic! - pop!"

Steve might disguise his interest well under a judgy, almost resentful exterior - which is truthfully how he felt when he got here, like, look at this fat asshole, Steve grew up struggling with a single mother making tough decisions between feeding her child, buying the medicine her child needed badly, or keeping the heating on to keep her child from getting sicker, no good options and no compromises - but he is interested. Bucky is miles and miles of plush flesh that jiggles and ripples. So much for Steve to sink his hands into. He's just fat. That's all he is. Greedy and oversized. He deserves a little shit for it. It's fine. He can squeeze a little harder than necessary, he can relentlessly push down on the part of his tummy that hurts the most just to hear him groan through a painful yet releasing burp, he can see his face pinch in pain when Steve goads him into finishing the last scraps on his plate despite having called Steve in expressed because he's too full for more, he can make comments about how he's getting fatter, bigger, and more spoiled. He can snidely inquire if Bucky has gotten his bed reinforced yet or wonder out loud how his personal tailor keeps up with his expanding waistline, actually, how does his tailor measure his waistline these days? Does he have to make a custom tailors tape or have they given up on numbers by now? He can pretend to be a little weaker than he is, just for an excuse to call the other staff into Bucky's master bedroom, "needing" help with rolling his big, voluptuous body or sitting him up as much as possible under that heavy, fat belly that overflows his lap.

It's fine for Steve to look over his shoulder as he leaves, his job well done, to smirk like a shark at one food-drunk Bucky moaning through a bite of buttery, flaky pastry, telling him off, "haven't you had enough, Mr. Barnes?"

He's the only one willing to challenge Bucky. The other staffers suck in shocked breaths and duck their heads, embarrassed and trying to stay out of the way, assuming Steve's about to be fired. It's going to get ugly. Right?

But it doesn't.

Bucky likes it. His stomach is groaning - only barely soothed thanks to Steve, complaining with heavy sloshes, deep gurgles, and loud glorps - but Bucky doesn't care. All he cares about is more. More food, stuffing his gob. More of Steve's merciless touch, his mean words, and his judgemental eyebrows. More.

"Nu-uh," Bucky moans petulantly.

"Only you would think that," Steve's eyes flick down to his gut like the big, round thing is offensive, "isn't enough."

Bucky crams the rest of his pastry into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and dusting crumbs down his double (closer to triple) chins and heaving moobs, it's a challenge.

Steve rises to it, stepping back into his bedroom to slap his blubbery belly hard.

Even though all the others have scuffled away, leaving the two of them alone, they must be able to hear the clap of his hand against his fat. That, or, they hear the guttural way Bucky moans. His white, pale flesh is stamped red with Steve's handprint.

"You just have to ruin my work, don't you?" Steve sneers, sitting on the side of the bed next to Bucky's immobilized form of rolls and curves, pinned in place by too much fattening, sugary food. "Nothing is ever good enough for you, so you just keep going, don't you? You're gonna pop, you know that, you fat, spoiled brat? You need to learn you have limits. You need to learn restraint. If you don't learn your lesson by yourself, you'll force my hand to teach it." Steve threatens, his hand raised again, on the cusp of slapping his tender, overstuffed tummy again.

Bucky whimpers, pouting at him, his bottom lip crumby and stuck far out, "don't need your help," he argues, mumbling, just to be contrary. He really does need him. He wants him too. So badly.

"You do, princess. You need me whether you like it or not," Steve teases. "You can't do anything by yourself, not with this-" Steve rears back to slap his belly hard a handful of times until Bucky's whimpering and squirming around like a turtle flipped onto its shell, inelegant and stuck "-in the way."

Bucky moans loudly. It hurts! But it hurts like it does when he pushes himself over his limits, his gut too full.

"I'm gonna put you on a diet," Steve threatens, "teach your spoiled, fat ass what restraint and hard work is the way Daddy and Mommy didn't, they just shoved a silver spoon in your mouth and called it a day 'cause you shut up."

It's terrible. It's awful. Bucky likes it.

"Please-!" The word falls out of Bucky's mouth for maybe the first time. He's Bucky Barnes. He doesn't beg. He has everything he wants and more! He's never had anything he had to plead for, he always just demands.

With one last hit right to the top of his belly, where the bulging is the worst, where he gets the tightest, Steve knows all too well, Steve leans in. His smile is all teeth. "Good boy," he rumbles, "that's a start. I might be able to whip you into shape after all, God knows you need some shape, too," he unkindly grabs a handful of fat, shaking it and thus sends jiggling ripples throughout Bucky's entire, fat body. He's all lard. "'Cause right now you're just a blob."

Bucky says it again, as it turns out, it feels good to say, "pleeease."

Steve gives him a dark look and despite what he was saying about shaping up and slimming down with a diet, he wastes no time reaching over to the tray of fine French pastries perched on Bucky's elegant nightstand, selecting one at random and shoving it into his face.

Bucky moans his way through every chew and swallow. With Steve's relentless force, massaging and now feeding, too, he's due for a growth spurt like he's never seen on his own. He's gonna outgrow his king-size bed in no time 🥵🥵

[cobaltperun]

I actually don’t really listen to taylor swift that much either but my little cousin kinda forced me to listen to her playlist and that song came up 😂

All the bells went off in my head when I heard the line “at every table I’ll save you a seat” cause in my head, since reader and Jenna had breakfast together while filming scream, whoever got there first would totally save the seat next to them for the other one

- 🤟

Okay, that's actually adorable 😁

That line definitely fits them the best, probably followed by 'have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years' or if I were to go down the jealous route 'and I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you' because look, we are all here because of Jenna, so, breaking the fourth wall with that one? 🤣🤣🤣

Okay, yeah, jokes aside, while I didn't write the scene, I reckon that would have happened, at least until the rest of the cast figured one of the seats next to either of them is reserved for the other.

Fuck it: Here's a deleted scene for you all:

Eternal Flame - deleted not at all added right now scene 1

Mason had gotten used to plenty of things on the set of Scream. From him and Jack being the ones responsible for the movie projector they borrowed from the hotel, not because no one else could do it, but because the hotel staff preferred to lend it to the same people. To you sometimes cooking better than the chefs in the hotel kitchen. To Jenna almost constantly wearing earbuds and sometimes sharing one with whoever was sitting next to her, so, mostly you or occasionally Melissa. To David giving art lessons.

He got used to it all.

He did not get used to Jenna looking grumpy at the breakfast table.

Melissa was sitting next to her, but there was an open seat to her right, and from the looks of it, nothing Melissa was saying worked to cheer her up. She just absent-mindedly messed with whatever was in front of her.

He would not let her start her morning like this! He would be a good co-star! A good friend! And cheer her up!

The gasps around him when he grabbed the chair next to Jenna meant nothing, he would not be deterred!

"Hey, Jenna, what's up?" he sat down next to her and Jenna immediately whipped around and stared at him, more specifically at the seat he had just taken. And even Melissa's jaw dropped.

"Hi," she greeted him slowly and Melissa just quickly mouthed your name and pointed at the chair he was currently occupying.

"Y/N?" he repeated your name, not yet understanding what the issue was, and then it hit him. This was your place, and you weren't there. "Right," he moved to the empty seat next to your own and then once again turned to Jenna. "What's up?"

Jenna smiled a bit. "Don't worry about it, I'm okay," she shrugged and then, before he could tell her he was there for her as her friend and assure her she could turn to him if needed, the doors opened and you walked in. Yawning and dressed in your usual post-work-out clothes.

"Morning," you raised your hand and greeted everyone, grabbed some toast and something to spread on it and dropped down on the chair next to Jenna's. "Hey, Jen, sorry I'm late," was it just him or did you greet Jenna in an entirely different way than the rest of them? And most importantly Jenna was no longer grumpy, so Mason kinda just got up to pour himself another cup of coffee because he must have been seeing things.

Jasmin, who was getting her own coffee, patted him on the back. "There, there, I'll explain later," she assured him, yet Mason still remained confused.

Well, at least Jenna was in a good mood once again.

Wait, did Jenna just lean closer to you so your arms were touching? "Am I missing something?" he whispered to Jasmin.

Jasmin just sighed. "Nothing at all," she paused, turned around to leave then whipped around and pointed at Jenna and you. "Just the birth of this generation's acting power couple!" she whisper shouted and Mason just looked at you and Jenna again and pointed subtly toward you.

"Jenna and Y/N?" he asked and Jasmin groaned. Right, that was a stupid question.

"As long as they get out of the will they won't they phase," Jasmin sighed.

[whateverisbeautiful]

Olá 👋 gosto muito das suas análises dos episódios de richonne. Como vc acha que o rick vai reagir quando ele souber que o Ezequiel beijou michone? Se o andy não gostou nada quando soube imagine o rikc?

Hello! Thanks for reading these posts and for this question. 😊 Andy’s response to Ezekiel kissing Michonne was hilarious and I think maybe the character of Rick would have some similar thoughts or questions deep down lol. But I’ve gone back and forth on would the Ezekiel kiss even come up, and if so in what way, and what Rick’s reaction would be. But then something hit me that made me think the kiss would be addressed and also that Rick would have a more understanding approach than initially thought. I wrote my thoughts on it below ⬇️💗:

I think the kiss could come up but not in a way where Michonne feels like it has to be “confessed” because truly it was not an exchange to be concerned about. I think how it would go down is that when Rick got back home, he’d obviously learn that Ezekiel and Carol are no longer married, and he’d be curious to know what happened especially since he was rooting for them as a couple. And so Michonne would tell Rick why they split and that might lead her to also explain that Ezekiel had some additional tough circumstances thrown at him which led him to a very dark space afterward.

She’d probably just let Rick know that in that dark and depressed space he was about to end his life and she stepped in to quite literally talk him off the ledge and in the heat of those high emotions he kissed her. And while someone kissing his wife wouldn’t be ideal, I think what would resonate most with Rick is that he too knows what it’s like to lose your love and be in a dark depressed space that has you ready to end things permanently. It’s the very space he was in at the beginning of TOWL.

And so I think he’d have empathy for Ezekiel. Plus, Rick's relationship with Michonne is so secure that he wouldn’t feel threatened by it. Now, knowing that Ezekiel is attracted to his wife (because had just any woman helped him off that ledge he probably wouldn’t have leaned in to kiss them) might make Rick keep an eye on the king a bit more lol. Like he's still not going to like that Ezekiel kissed Michonne, so he might give the king an occasional...

But ultimately I think Rick would react in a way that is understanding. And I think, similar to Danai in that special, Michonne would maybe mention to Rick that right after the kiss she just ended up talking about how much she misses him, which I think Rick would appreciate even tho Andy thought that was “even weirder.” 😂

[krisnixprisonwedding]

Saw ur tags abt endgame krisnix and I'm 👀 curious. Cuz personally I'm a huge fan of their divorced vibes n the way they Cant work out, so I'm So curious as to what endgame krisnix would look like to you

hello and thanks for your ask! before i answer it, i am going to lay down three (3) disclaimers that might end up being longer than my answer itself.

1. i exist in the shipping multiverse, where any number of ships could work out or not work out in my mind depending on the conditions. i have very few "endgame" ships (fradrian and gumworth pan out in most of my universes), and the rest of the ships i like live in some schrödinger's state of existence for me.

2. i love to play with possibilities. exploring possibilities is the real fun of fandom for me - that's what makes fandoms transformative! the ace attorney canon is also so goofy and impossible that i love to think of what conditions could make a ship happen while still technically not contradicting canon.

3. i am, above all else, a playful contrarian. i started this blog because i'd have several people tell me that only one ship, a certain very popular one, had any chance of being "endgame." to which my lightly salty response was to make a blog called "krisnix prison wedding."

now that we've got those out of the way, here are my thoughts on endgame krisnix:

how it happens

- all of my long game kristoph ships take advantage of the fact that kristoph is never mentioned again after aa4. they threw him in the basement so i'm dragging him right back out again while capcom doesn't even notice 😂

- all of my long game kristoph ships take advantage of the fact that miles edgeworth has canonically pulled the strings of the justice system before in the service of people he knows and cares about. i'd argue that if klavier went to his boss and begged him not to have the state execute his only apparent living relative, edgey would find a way to commute his sentence. (bonus points if phoenix and edgey are in a relationship, and phoenix also begs edgeworth for clemency despite what kristoph has done)

why it happens

- you bring up a good point about kristoph and phoenix having divorced energy. think how much more potential for married-divorced energy there is if after all the insanity of the 7YG and aa4, kristoph and phoenix are still addicted to each other and, more importantly, still attracted to each other.

- midnightbrightside once tweeted something to the effect that kristoph and phoenix knew each other on both an intimate and mundane level over 7 years, and so they actually probably know more about each other than phoenix and edgeworth do bc of the amount of time they spent together. there is a force of habit but also a comfort and familiarity of having someone be present and stable in your life for that long. phoenix is a chronic attachment issues girlie and while i know he wanted to see kristoph punished for his actions, i'd be surprised if he wanted him out of his life permanently. kristoph would DEFINITELY take much longer to come around after his pride was shattered, but phoenix is patient and kristoph can't fully resist someone who gives him attention

what it looks like (partially a joke, but i'm not saying which parts)

- prison date visits with phoenix's sweetheart, much to the chagrin of literally every other AA character. apollo punches phoenix's lights out when he finds out that phoenix is back together with the guy who phoenix manipulated him into imprisoning

- kristoph showing progress in court-ordered therapy by gritting his teeth and saying to phoenix, "it is hard for me to admit when i feel vulnerable." he looks furious, but one of the black psyche locks breaks and that's good enough for phoenix

- house arrest anklet is the perfect accessory for date night!

- later, when the wounds have healed, they can laugh and banter about it! it makes everyone uncomfortable at parties when they tease each other about all the heinous and unethical shit they pulled to take each other down!

a final, more heartfelt note

idk, i like to think of how characters can grow and transform! kristoph is so interesting and tragic to me because he doesn't seem to know how to experience intimacy outside of his weird games. he wants to be close to people, but he doesn't know how and his paranoia won't allow him to. phoenix seems to struggle with the same thing minus the control and manipulation issues. i like to think about what post aa4 growth and closure would look like for them in a series that refuses to give it to us.

thanks again for the ask!

[venus-haze]

I’ll Keep a Light in My Window (Starlight x Reader)

Summary: After her Believe Expo speech, it feels like everyone’s eyes are on Annie. Among the messages flooding her Instagram DMs is an encouraging one from you, an old friend from her Capes for Christ days. The two of you reconnect, and Annie finds more than friendship with you this time around.

Note: Woman reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is my first Starlight fic! I hope I did her justice since this is mostly from her perspective. Inspired by the song from The Get Down because it’s so Annie. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: This is pretty much fluff with some angst, related to canon events and mentions of homophobia in the context of American Christianity. Obviously playing with the plot of S1 for this fic. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Despite the crowd’s chaos in response to her speech, Annie felt her smile falter when she got backstage and was met with varying degrees of rage and disgust. Her own mother looked like she’d spent the past five minutes sucking on sour candy. 

‘Hello!’ Annie wanted to shout. ‘Did you see what I did out there? Aren’t you gonna congratulate me?’

Hughie had disappeared after meeting Ezekiel. She tried to pretend that him not even saying goodbye didn’t bother her. If she could get up on stage and bare her soul to thousands of people in person and millions at home, at the very least she could admit to herself that she was hurt. 

The drive back to the tower was tense. Everyone seemed to avoid making eye contact with her. As if she’d done something wrong. The longer she sat with what she said and did, the more she was convinced she made the right choice. Between what The Deep had done to her and how she was treated after saving a girl from suffering the same fate, they were just mad she called them on her complacency. 

As soon as she made it back to her suite, she pulled out her phone to find her Instagram had blown up even more than when she first joined The Seven. Her phone nearly crashed from the amount of notifications she had. Thousands of comments and messages, either rants or support. She scrolled through her clogged DMs, her stomach churning at the glimpses of abuse that piled on from irate strangers. One DM caught her attention, addressing her by her real name rather than Starlight. 

Hesitantly, she tapped the message to see the full contents.

‘Holy shit Annie!! You’re so badass🤩 Our Capes for Christ counselors must be shitting themselves right now lmao way to go!’

There were a lot of people from her Capes for Christ days, a constant rotation of hopeful young superheroes ready to use their powers for the glory of the Lord. Looking back, it was just a self-righteous vanity project for their parents and whatever religious sycophants hovered around. She tapped your photo, bringing her to your profile. Your brief bio gave your first name and that you were living in the city, but your supe name was nowhere to be found. 

She tapped your most recent photo. In a brightly lit hospital hallway, you posed in black scrubs with a handful of balloons. You’d posted it just a week earlier, the caption celebrating working as a nurse for three years. Most of the comments were congratulating you, but one comment finally jogged her memory.

‘might be thinking of someone else but were you red heart?’ someone commented.

You replied with, ‘Yeah I was a million years ago! Lamest name ever😂😂’

Right. Red Heart. Healing powers. Red Cross spokesgirl. White top with a red skirt and sparkly red shoes that reminded her of the Wizard of Oz. You were on the Capes for Christ circuit with her. At one point she considered you a close friend, close enough to invite you to the roller skating party she begged her mom for when she was ten, only allowed to invite three girls because that’s all they could afford. Memories of skating to Britney Spears songs and balancing a paper plate with room temperature pizza on her lap came back to her. You’d bought her one of the special edition birthday Barbies. Her mom never let her take it out of the box, claiming it’d be worth a lot of money some day. It was probably still collecting dust in their attic.

She could remember you going off to college after high school, dropping your superhero identity not long after. With healing powers, it made sense you’d go into nursing. Her mom had expressed a judgemental disbelief at your decision. Annie wished she at least had a choice like you. 

She scrolled through more of your photos. You seemed to be doing well since you got out. Got out. Like it was a cult. Maybe in a way, it was. 

Annie hit the follow button on your profile and messaged you back.

‘Thanks Y/N! I made a lot of people mad, but I’m glad I did it 😊’ she hesitated a moment before typing, ‘We should catch up sometime! You're still in New York right? I’m pretty new to the city.’

Before she could get too in her own head about whether asking you to hang out was weird when the two of you hadn’t spoken in years, you responded with the names of a few coffee shops on the Upper East Side and that you were off work the following day. 

Her mood had tanked before meeting up with you, getting chewed out by Stilwell and feeling some guilt for Ashley losing her job. She had to remind herself it wasn’t her fault. If they hadn’t enabled a sex pest for years, she wouldn’t have had to make her speech. 

Following the directions on her phone and getting a bit turned around in the subway, she walked up to the coffee shop a few minutes after eleven, when the two of you had agreed to meet. She rushed inside when she noticed you were already sitting at a table with your drink. 

Annie sat down across from you with her coffee, playing with the cup sleeve. “I’m so glad you had time to hang out. I still don’t really know anyone here, and it’s nice to see a familiar face.”

“Yeah! I'm not really in touch with a lot of people from back then, but I can totally introduce you to my friends. It’s an adjustment, but the city has a lot to offer if you know where to look.”

“Way more to do than Des Moines at least.”

“I can’t believe I nearly forgot,” you said, lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “congrats on getting into The Seven! Out of everyone in our weird ass group growing up, I always had a feeling it was gonna be you.”

“Thanks.” She gave you a strained smile. “It’s not exactly what I expected, but I’m making the best of it.”

“Sometimes that’s the most you can do,” you said.

“How about you? What part of the hospital do you work in?”

“With my powers, they have me all over the place, but it’s good. I can see I’m really making a difference.”

“That’s what I want. Sometimes I feel like they just parade me around to look nice, but they won’t let me do anything,” she said. “Like that stupid new costume. It’s like they make me wear it just to humiliate me for helping that girl because I didn’t do it their way. I feel like a joke.”

“Not after the Believe Expo. Anyone would be an idiot not to take you seriously now,” you said. “I mean, you said what so many people were thinking but were too afraid to say. It’s bullshit they’re treating you like this.”

“No, it’s—I’ll deal. We’re supposed to be catching up, and I’m like dumping all my problems on you. How have you been? Are you seeing anyone?” she asked. 

She wasn’t sure how she’d answer the question if you’d been the one to ask. Hughie could be so hot and cold, like he was hiding something. 

You were silent for a few moments before answering. “Not really. My girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago.”

“That’s great! I mean—not great that you broke up, I’m so sorry,” Annie said frantically. “Just you being—dating women. I’m happy for you.”

“That means a lot, Annie. I kind of parted ways with Vought because of it. I mean, they have this progressive face, but then they let Ezekiel spout his bullshit and put their name on that too?” you ranted. “That’s just me. It’s pretty much impossible to have a career as a supe without Vought, so I don’t judge.”

“Do you think I’m crazy for trying to change things from the inside?”

“It can’t hurt to try. Then at least you know you did what you could.”

She smiled. At least she could vent to someone who understood and actually gave a damn. Hughie was nice, but he didn’t quite get it. There was always some kind of disconnect. Maeve wasn’t nearly the mentor she was hoping for. She got it a little better now. Maeve had been in The Seven for years, Annie could only imagine how much it’d wear her down. 

On her way back from getting coffee, Annie stopped in front of a bookstore with a huge Vought display in the window. Her comics were front and center, a cardboard cut-out of her next to one of Homelander. The Deep’s comics were barely visible with clearance stickers slapped on the covers. Serves him right. She couldn’t believe he’d been her favorite at one point.

Sleepovers with the other Capes for Christ girls almost always led to a “who’s your favorite member of The Seven” discussion. The answers were always a lot of Homelander, some Lamplighter or Marathon Man, but you always answered Queen Maeve. Back then, she thought it was because you admired her strength, her trailblazing as the first woman in The Seven. Maybe it wasn’t that simple.

“That’s her! I swear to god it is!” Annie overheard someone whisper-yell.

“Who?”

“Starlight, over there!”

Annie kept her head down, speed-walking up the street. She ducked into the nearest subway, getting on the first train that stopped even though it was going further uptown. Pulling her hoodie up to obscure her face, she sighed. She had everything she ever dreamed of, but it seemed more and more like it was turning into a nightmare.

The following weeks were busy between her obligations with The Seven and helping Hughie with whatever cryptic stuff he was up to. She still found time to see you. Hanging out with you was the only thing that made her feel normal anymore. You were so confident in who you were, she felt comfortable finding out who she was outside of Starlight. With you, she could just be Annie. 

All of a sudden her association with Hughie had Homelander nearly turning on her. Maeve took up for her in nothing less than a Hail Mary moment. Then, to make matters worse, her entire world came crashing down when she agreed to meet up with Hughie despite his fugitive status. She wasn’t born with her powers, no supe was. Instead her mom signed her life away to Vought and allowed them to basically experiment on her. The cherry on top of the melting ice cream sundae that’d become her life was definitely getting shot immediately after finding out the news.

When she came to in the hospital, she saw you in your scrubs, slouched in the chair next to her bed. She reached out, taking your hand in hers. 

“Y/N?” she croaked out.

“Annie!” you exclaimed, jumping up from the chair. “Holy shit, how are you feeling? I did what I could when you got here. You heal fast, so you should be—“

“It’s all a lie! Our whole lives, Y/N! They fucking lied about everything!” she raged, her vision blurred by tears. “At least you got out. I feel so stupid.”

“Hey, don’t call my best friend stupid.”

She laughed weakly, sniffling a bit. “Thanks Y/N, for everything. All this time I was thinking I was doing what I wanted, but it was what everyone else wanted for me. It always has been.”

“Then start living for you, whatever that looks like. It’s never too late,” you said.

Her hand still intertwined with yours, she pulled you closer to her, your faces inches apart. Taking in your features, she admired how pretty you were. She’d always thought so, but didn’t know how to place it before. Since you’d reconnected, however, it was different. Butterflies in her stomach when you'd smile at her. Texts from you brightening her day. Hanging out with you being the highlight of her week. She didn’t have to try when it came to you. 

“I think I’ll start now,” she whispered.

In a moment of nerve-wracking bravery, Annie pressed her lips to yours. Relief swept over her when you kissed her back, smiling against her lips. Whatever happened next, she knew she could get through it with you by her side.

[maysrinn]

Now that I know what Clementine’s first interaction with Janus went, I’m kinda curious how the other ones went with her future sibling 😅😂

Oh yeah 😂

The interactions changed as she got older and more mature. However, she never again placed her hand or ear against her mother's belly. Never again.

With 8 years old she didn’t even want to meet Xanthos, the betrayal of being kicked five years ago by janus was still sitting deep and clementine wasnt ready to take any chances. Also a new brother? No thank you.

Lucy Gray: don’t you wanna meet your new baby brother

Clementine: NUH-UH!!

Coriolanus: what do you mean Nuh-Uh?

______

With 11 she was forced by coriolanus to meet Rosalyn for the first time with a firm and heartfelt “don’t be like that-“ Rosalyn grabbed Clementines finger and was from that moment on a goner. Thats her sister. Janus and Xanthos who?

Clementine: I’ll protect you with my life, I am no longer an only child.

Janus: what the heck!??

Clementine: you know what you did-

______

Clementines first interaction with the twins at 14 was arguing with her father of who is who, is it Aubrey or Audree??

Coriolanus: …I give up they look the same

Clementine: Aubrey is the one with blue eyes and Audree with brown… I guess

Coriolanus: Guess? I thought Audree had the blue ones??

Clementine: why you ask me!? Ask MOM!

Coriolanus: NO, I value my life-

______

Of all the initial encounters, Cedar Ferns was the one she truly dreaded. Lucy Gray nearly lost her life while giving birth to her brother, and Clementine couldn't fathom the idea of meeting or cradling the baby who had nearly deprived her of her mother. Neither Coriolanus nor Lucy Gray pushed her to meet him, though Coriolanus did engage in a heart-to-heart conversation about his childhood experiences. Their steps were little, Clementine lost her friend Iris to the games that year and the thought of loosing almost her mother as well took a toll on her.

Their first genuine interaction occurred when Cedar began crying after waking up from his nap and Clementine was the only one around. After a few moments of calling out for her mother and receiving no response, she took it upon herself to check on her brother. This led to her cradling him for the first time until he fell back asleep, grabbing onto her with his tiny hands making it impossible for her to leave.

[circle-with-me]

You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI!!! Porn without plot, smut, teasing, soft dom!Vinny, reader is kind of a brat, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex.

Word Count: 3k

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Author’s Note: All of this started from my daily Vinny post and out of pocket tag by @ovhellfire 😂 Now here is… this filthy piece of work. That’s all I have to say for myself. This was not beta’d so I apologize in advance. Enjoy 😉

Getting your boyfriend worked up was your favorite thing to do, especially when he was away on tour. The longer he was away combined with the tension from your teasing made for incredible homecoming sex. You felt yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

You had been teasing Vinny all day, the poor thing. Sending him selfies with your breasts spilling out more than usual. Showing him the slinky little dresses you were trying on at the department store, making sure to pick out ones with the highest slit possible. He loved your hips and thighs and you wanted to make sure the dresses accentuated them perfectly.

Of course, you had no intention of actually buying them. This was all a game meant purely for your own satisfaction.

Later in the evening you thought you’d share your bubble bath with him. The photos were tame enough in the beginning. The standard bath selfie with nothing showing. It took him a while to respond and you got bored, so you decided to heat things up a bit. You roll over onto your stomach, resting on your left arm and stick your butt out of the water a bit. With your free hand you snap a selfie, making sure to flash your most mischievous smile in the process. Send.

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

“Are you kidding me?” You say aloud to an empty room.

Y/N: I think my ass deserves a better response than that, Vincenzo.

Vin 💕: Sorry, baby. We’re on the bus right now and the guys are right next to me playing video games.

Y/N: You know you have a bunk, right? ;)

Vin 💕: They’ll get suspicious if I go back there this early. You know how Ricky is. He’ll have a camera in my face the second I walk back there.

You groan. Fucking Ricky. Always cockblocking the two of you with his damn updates.

Vin 💕: I’m really sorry baby. Maybe later?

Never one to be deterred, you sit up and lean back against the bathtub. You collect what was left of the bubbles and cover your exposed breasts with them. You angle your phone the way you want it and raise your hips slightly so your pussy is barely visible beneath the water.

“Let’s see how he responds to this one.” You snicker.

The photo had barely shown as “delivered” and he had already responded.

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

You shiver at the term of endearment. He only called you princess when he was especially worked up. The last time you got him to call you princess was not long before he left for tour. You had been bratty all day in front of his friends. He whispered a warning in your ear, much similar to the one he just sent you, but you continued.

The second the door closed and his friends had left, he had you pinned against it fucking you so hard your vision went white and you drenched his cock and your hardwood floors. You couldn’t sit right for days after. He smiled like an idiot knowing it was because of him.

You whimper loudly, the memory sending a shockwave of arousal through your core. Fuck, you were aching for him. Unfortunately for you, he was thousands of miles away and wasn’t offering any assistance.

Well, if he won’t help. You’ll just have to take care of things yourself and show him what he’s missing. Who cares if the guys were next to him and potentially saw the photos? Your cheeks heat up at the thought. Just the idea of them seeing you spread open for Vinny had your brain malfunctioning.

Your pussy is throbbing now and you can’t take it anymore. You get out of the bathtub and dry off. Slipping into your bedroom, you lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable. Opening your legs you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading your arousal and moaning at the feeling.

You become so lost in your own pleasure that you almost forget about your mission. You blindly grab for your phone and take a photo, your fingers still deep in your cunt. You tilt your head back against the pillow and arch your back so he has the perfect view of your tits.

You press the button to send it and sit your phone back down. You must have lost track of time again because you’re suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of Vinny’s ringtone. You scramble for the phone and look at the screen.

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

Your belly does backflips seeing his contact photo pop up. You could answer it immediately. As wet and needy as you are right now, you should answer it immediately, but where’s the fun in that? So, you let it go to voicemail.

He calls back immediately.

This time, you let it ring twice and then you hit the decline button. You’ve barely removed your finger from the screen and he’s already calling again. You can’t ignore him a third time, you think to yourself.

But you do. You giggle and sink further into the pillows. He was going to be so mad and you’re dripping at the thought.

Vinny calls a fourth time, and you let it ring a few times before you pick up. His face appears on screen, and you were right, he is mad.

“Princess…” he says sternly, the rasp in his voice shoots straight to your pussy. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms propped up on his knees, hunched over. His red streaked curls were falling in his face, green eyes boring into you as he impatiently waited on a response.

“Hi baby!” You smile sweetly. Like you hadn’t just ignored his calls three times in a row. He huffs a laugh at your response. You adjust yourself and the camera so your breasts come into view and Vinny’s eyes immediately wander down to them. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you silently wish it was your clit he was licking instead.

“You’ve been very bad today, baby. Getting me all worked up when you knew I was busy. Ricky almost saw that last photo you sent me. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

You bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

Vinny raises his eyebrows, a hint of jealousy and intrigue on his face.

“We’ll discuss that another time, but right now I think you owe me an apology.”

You stick your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “But baby, I just wanted you to see my outfit today..”

Vinny chuckles, “And what about all of those short dresses you were trying on?”

You shrug and look down, tracing the line leading down to your breasts. “I thought you might wanna pick out a dress for our first date when you get back…” You look back up at him seductively and flutter your lashes at him. A hum of amusement escapes Vinny. He wasn’t buying your excuses, but that wasn’t the point.

Vinny smirks at you and scoots back against the wall of his bunk. He rests his phone against the bottom of his stomach, right above his crotch, and the angle has you drooling. It was the same view from when you suck him off and you once again were cursing the distance between you.

“I suppose the bubble bath photos were just to prove you got clean today then, huh?”

Giggling, you nod. Raising the phone you give him the complete view of your naked body. “See? All clean, baby.”

Vinny’s eyes darken at the new angle. His right hand goes out of view and by the way his breath hitches you know he’s touching himself. You wiggle and arch your body, needing some form of movement to release the tension. As you move your legs fall open and Vinny sees your slick glistening in the light of your bedroom. He groans loudly and brings his fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

“Sending naughty photos. Playing with that pretty little pussy without me. What am I going to do with you, princess?”

Traveling down your body, your hand reaches your core. You gasp softly and spread your folds, bringing the phone a little closer so that he can see.

“Talk to me baby. Make me cum. Wanna see you cum, too.”

Vinny could have cum untouched from that sentence alone, not to mention the view. He palms his cock that is straining painfully hard against his jeans. He could do it. Make you cum with his voice and instructions, reach his own climax, and call it a night. It would be the easy option since he was out of town and not exactly alone.

He wouldn’t go with the easy option at home, why would he go with it now? His princess was naked and spread open for him, craving him and dying to cum.

Too bad you had been a fucking brat. You’d have to earn it. You had teased him all day. It was time for him to do a little teasing.

Vinny smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I'll make you cum.”

You sigh and lightly rub your clit. “Thank you so much, baby.”

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“B-but..” you stammer, confused. “You said you’d make me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum when I think you’ve earned it, princess. Now be a good girl, and listen to me, okay?”

“Yes sir” You mewl.

“Put the phone closer to your face, baby.”

You do as you're told, placing the phone in front of your face so he can see you better. Vinny’s eyes land on your mouth.

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl. You already knew what I wanted.” You glow at his praise.

“Do you miss my cock, baby?” You nod and an “uh-huh” escapes from your throat.

“Show me. Use your fingers and show me how much you miss my cock.”

You bring your index and middle finger to your mouth and slowly drag your tongue from the base to your fingertips. Swirling your tongue around your fingertips, you suck them into your mouth. Vinny tries to hold the eye contact you’re making but is too mesmerized by the sound of you gagging as you shove your fingers further in your mouth.

Vinny would love to get his cock out and pretend it’s him you’re gagging on but the two of you have other areas to explore. He’s going to hold out as long as he can.

“Mmm… Wanna see how wet you got ‘em, honey” he hums.

Slowly pulling your fingers out you release them with a pop. Vinny’s eyes dilate as he watches the saliva drip down your hands and onto your wrists. Despite him not giving you permission, you stick out your tongue and lick up your arm collecting the saliva as you go. He shivers and you hold back a smile.

“Baby… let me see those gorgeous tits. Want you to play with them for me.”

You bring your saliva slicked fingers to your nipples and gasp softly. Tracing circles around your nipple slowly your free hand massages your other breast. Vinny licks his lips while you pinch and roll the buds between your index finger and thumb.

“Honey, can you get up for me? I have another idea.”

Nodding, you sit up and scoot towards the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction.

“Sit down at the foot of the bed. On the floor.”

You do as you're told. You had no idea what he was planning but you wanted to cum so you weren’t going to question it.

“Good girl. Now, prop the phone against the mirror in front of you so I can see you. I want to see all of you.”

Placing the phone against the mirror, you reposition yourself against the bed. You bend your knees and spread your legs, making sure to give Vinny a view of everything.

“God, If I wasn’t across the fucking country right now…”

You giggle and play with your breasts some more, sliding your other hand down your stomach and to your thigh. You make a show out of rubbing your breasts and inner thighs, softly moaning and rotating your hips. You were throbbing and if he didn’t let you touch yourself soon, you were going to explode.

“Rub your thighs for me, baby. That’s it… fuck…” Vinny palms his aching cock and the closer your hand gets to your pussy the more he wants to touch himself but not yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

“Vinny, baby. Please. Please let me see your cock. I want to see you touch yourself. I’ll be so good for you, my sweet boy, please.”

Every ounce of self-restraint he had in that moment melted away in an instant. His mouth was so dry he was barely able to croak out an “okay”. Vinny was so flustered he couldn’t get his belt off quick enough and was muttering expletives as he fought with it. You giggle and he shoots you a glare before relaxing into a smile.

Vinny finally conquers his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his belly. The tip was bright red and leaking. You grip your thigh and flex your hips upwards, silently and futilely begging for him to press inside you.

He watches you intently, placing his hand around his cock. Vinny whines, throwing his head back. He gives into the feeling and slowly thrusts into his fist. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s already starting to sweat. Your eyes follow the curve of his jaw, down his Adam's apple. You’ve never wanted to sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck so badly before.

As much as you were enjoying the show, you were being selfish and feeling severely neglected. You shove your fingers back in your mouth and whine to get his attention. He doesn’t move his head, just looks down at you and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

Vinny chuckles. “Aww, is my princess feeling neglected?”

You nod, still pouting.

He adjusts himself against the back of his bunk, hand never leaving his cock.

“You’ve been so good, honey. Why don’t you put those fingers to better use? Touch that pretty pussy for me”

Your hand flies to your mound massaging your swollen bud. All of the teasing and anticipation had built up so much tension that you felt dizzy from the pleasure. You apply more pressure and you see stars, your legs involuntarily shutting at the feeling.

“Uh-uh. Open your legs. Now.” Vinny says firmly.

With a whimper you open your legs, lazily drawing circles around your clit. You were so worked up and desperate for more you couldn’t keep still, your other hand keeping you upright as you squirmed against the carpet.

“I’ll let you play but you have to keep your legs open for me. You’ve gotta let me see. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do it again and you don't get to cum. I’ll make you wait until I get home.”

A shiver runs through you at the thought. He wouldn’t be home for nearly three weeks. You couldn’t wait that long and he knew you would obey him if he told you not to touch yourself.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your legs open?”

“Yes sir.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs wide for him.

He sighs in satisfaction. “Princess. I want to see how gorgeous you are when you finger your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open, a shocked squeak following. Wasting no time, you plunge two fingers into your drenched hole. You pump them in and out slowly, taking your time because you know Vinny wants to see every move you make.

The slow movements weren’t enough to satisfy the ache but you were happy to get any kind of relief at this point. You open your eyes to see Vinny fisting his cock, his eyes fixed on your cunt. Moaning loudly, you grind down hard against your fingers, the ache for him growing even stronger. You could feel the tightening in your belly and knew you weren’t going to last long.

Vinny sees your pussy clench around your fingers and knows you're close. His fist tightens around his cock but he wants to wait. He has to wait until you’re done.

The soft sighs that are falling from your lips. Your whines. The moans. The way your body is arching. How beautiful you look with your fingers in your soaked pussy. Vinny is completely enamored by every single part of you and he cannot stop staring. He tries so hard to wait on you but that all goes to hell as soon as you call out his name.

“Vinny… please…” He could listen to you beg for him until the end of time. “Cum with me, baby.” and that’s all he needs. Vinny cums with a choked sob. His stomach tenses and his legs shake. Warm cum spills over his hand, dripping down and around the rings he’s wearing. When he comes down you’re still shaking and crying out for him and he wishes like hell he had another in him because he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Doing so good for me.” He coaxes you through your orgasm until you’re out of breath.

Once you catch your breath you crawl towards the phone and grab it. You lay back down on your bed and focus on him. He had placed his phone against the wall and was removing his rings, cleaning his hands with a dirty t-shirt that was nearby.

“Ya know, if I was there I would clean up all of that for you. Rings and all.” You giggle, licking your lips.

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

[cas-backwards-tie]

I'm new to you page and wa wondering if you had discontinued the pack plan series as its brilliant:))

Ahhh, well, welcome! 💖🥰🫂 We’re so glad to have you here! I want to thank you for reaching out and asking 💕 I always appreciate asks! Even when they’re not related to my fics.

TOPP is definitely still in the works! And because you asked so nicely and cared to inquire, I feel like I owe it to all of you all to post a snippet of the next chapter! 🙌🏻 Because I definitely realize and know how long you guys have been waiting! I’ll post the snippet and then I also can give you an update about the fic/where I’m at, at the bottom.

Snippet of Ch.2:

"Why wouldn't you just tell us?!" Soap grits out, his voice taking on a dark tone as he turns his once sky blue, now stormy, eyes on you. "Do you realize what position you've gone and put us in?"

“Yeah, and what position’s that?” You engage, turning to square off against Johnny, the both of you only a foot apart since you’d been standing next to each other in line.

You’re met with a low warning growl, the motion of his hand balling up into a fist at his side not being missed by your peripheral vision. Despite your defiance not being unusual within the team, your designation now, is known, and an Omega standing up to an Alpha? Not taken kindly upon. Nor is it taken lightly. Regardless, they’re not your Alphas, and that means they have no claim over what you do or say. And while there’s always the risk of an Alpha disciplining an unruly, unclaimed Omega, you’re willing to take it.

"It's your fault, really," Ghost eggs on, making everyone whip their heads in his direction.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[If you don’t know what this is in reference too, here’s the masterlist for the series in question!]

So the reason why I haven’t posted the chapter yet is for a few reasons 💕 One, from a writing standpoint this one is quite longer, and I want it to be amazing for you guys! When I was writing the first chapter I had a friend to help me with the dialogue (which is why I feel I really struggle) and rn I don’t, so I think I’ve been nervous about that a bit.

But also, because in my real life there’s been a lot of major changes recently. In September I found out that I have CIRS (Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome) which, is basically like mold sickness but, like, permanent. So I’ve been trying to find somewhere safe to move/detox from the mold w meds bc my body can’t on its own, and I’m actually just finally moving into my new apartment on Sunday! 💖🙌🏻 so that’s cool.

Besides that, I also got diagnosed with, like, idk, I guess it’s a disability, technically, and the fact that I’ve been struggling my whole life with it but never knew has been… kind of mind blowing tbh? Like I haven’t told anyone except one person about it—not even my best friends yet—bc it’s been a lot to work through since… I guess I’ve technically had this my whole life but only now know at 25? 😅🤯

So it’s been a lot of working on my health both physically, mentally, and with moving, my family, Christmas coming up, and trying to find a job/support myself even day-to-day, it’s been kind of taxing tbh balancing everything. And that’s not even mentioning the little social life I do have 😅😭🙈 So while I know it’s frustrating waiting, and I’m sorry that it’s taken so long, I do want to be open and tell you guys what’s going on behind the scenes 💕 Granted, I know not everyone necessarily cares, and that’s okay! If you did read all this, though, I appreciate you and hope you have an amazing day!

Your ask, though, Nonnie definitely is inspiring me to sit down and really finish the next two chapters bc I have both laid out- one nearly finished, the other will be shorter (I think?) because of the plot point it’s mostly about 💕 I will say though, too, it does make me a bit anxious not having had a whole plan for this fic unlike the others which I’ve sort of started writing with a whole plot in mind 😂🙈💖 so I just hope you guys will continue to love it ask much as you’ve loved the first chapter! I genuinely have never received as much love on a work than that one chapter, alone! So I am truly grateful 💖

[the5thcellar]

Hi, I recently stumbled upon your blog and I am so glad I did! While I’m very sorry for all the troll hate you’ve received, I like the sassy way you’re handling them. I’m trying to find the humor in why so many people are pressed and feel like they need to defend something that you haven’t even denied is real. And just because you have a different opinion, they cannot handle it. Reading your responses, and reading the responses of other people with whom I share similar sentiments, has made me laugh and feel better over the last week. I’ve been desperately trying to find other posts/people that have similar vibes because this whole… situation-ship has been a bit much. I also appreciate your reminder that “no matter how good a man seems, trying to justify anything they do is still a sure path to disappointment!” 

I was wondering if you had any thoughts about Luke’s social media lately? I’ve read some points about how messy his social media presence has been handled (or mishandled) over the past year+ and how it did not help with the way everything played out. Also, I feel like he’s either turned on notifs for Nic because he’s been very diligent about liking all her posts, or maybe, he’s finally gotten a team to handle it. I just feel like everyone is in crisis comms mode, trying to wrangle back control. Just genuinely curious because it’s what I’ve been pondering over for the last day or two. Thank you in advance for your time if you answer my ask!

I'm so sorry this took me awhile - I started replying it in the morning on the way to work but decided I needed to gather my thoughts more.

To the first part: I completely empathise with how the entire situation has just been so "much" - it really has. It seems so silly, but somehow, whether or not two people I DON'T KNOW are in love or not in love, are best friends or are not best friends - can affect so much of my mental and emotional wellbeing.

I know I'm being parasocial (it seems to be the internet buzzword of the moment). But let's be clear: almost EVERYONE online - everyone who has written in to my ask box, who has commented, who has liked - everyone on twitter and tiktok who has talked about this - they're all just as parasocial. Because we're all assuming and casting aspersions on people we do not personally know. No one online who engages in discourse has the moral or ethical high ground. We are ALL in the gutter together (that said - I believe the gutter has many levels 😂).

IN ANY CASE - I just want to assure you that what you're feeling is not some atypical affliction. It is normal to feel awful that something you believed in and something you felt happy about is untrue. It is normal to look for other people who feel the same because misery is always better with company. It is normal to feel disappointed even as you remind yourself that men have been useless since the dawn of time.

The best counter to all these sad, awful feelings is to remember that life is a cycle. That life is complex. And although I'm saying this for the millionth time - that life has many, many grey areas.

As a kid I thought Zanessa was everything. Then they broke up, and she got together with Austin whom I hated. For years I seethed at the very mention of them. And after almost a decade... they also broke up. And not even 2 years after that, she's married and with child.

For a long time I also thought Brangelina was everything - you can't imagine my devastation when they divorced and I found out Brad is a complete dirtbag. But at the same time that I felt this horrible upset - I'm sure TONS of other people were feeling vindicated because they were fans of Jen A.

There are just SO MANY other stories like that. I mean come on - JLo and Ben Affleck. On again, off again, finally made it to the altar ... and now they're headed for divorce.

Chris and Mariska - both married to other people for 27 bloody years (or maybe longer) - and still making it very clear they are each others soulmates - and NOT platonic ones btw.

Tony and Kerry - WHAT EVEN ARE THEY? Perhaps the only pair on the internet that has people rooting for cheating and affairs 😂

Lessons: don't let a long term boyfriend stop you from finding a husband. Don't let a husband stop you from finding your soulmate. Don't let your soulmate stop you from engaging in a late, great love affair.

All crazy, contradicting statements distilled from all the above real life stories.

It makes one thing very clear to me: I can believe what I want to believe about Luke and Nicola. Because no one fucking knows what is in the future. They could get together next month. Next year. When they're in their 70s. No one can tell me SHIT about what I believe - not when life is clearly full of incredible twists and turns.

So fuck it. Fuck the haters and the antis and the naysayers. I can ship them till the day I die and no one can tell me any different. Because how could they? They literally canNOT !

To the second part: this is an easy answer and there's no need to think too much into it. Luke's social media has simply undergone an extensive renovation by his agents and team in anticipation of him becoming a big star (whether or not that will actually happen remains to be seen). All highly personal, "non-aesthetic" posts of his have been archived - his posts are all related to work and his coworkers. He has many posts with Nicola because he / his team knows those get the most engagement - and the more engagement he gets, the better the IG algorithm works in his favour to push his OTHER, non-Nicola or Bridgerton related posts to people's feeds. I don't think anyone is in crisis comms mode tbh. Maybe Nicola panicked a bit after she posted that tiktok that everyone took wildly out of context. But beyond that I don't think the wider audience gives af who he's dating - it seems like his personal life is very big news only because we keep searching about it and talking about it and so it feels like EVERYONE is. But if you step outside the online bridgerton fandom bubble ..... no one cares. There is a HEFTY portion of netflix viewers who watch bridgerton without EVER going online to read about the actors.

Long story short I think Nicola and Luke will become even MORE conscious about what they post - but I don't believe there was a crisis in the true sense of the word. And although Luke's team clearly handles his socials he obviously has access to it as well. Btw - all celebs have someone who handles their socials I'm sure Nic does too, just that she's also on her own account a lot. I don't know if Luke has his notifs on for Nicola's posts but even if he does I don't believe his consistent likes mean anything much. I mean...he also diligently likes all of Antonia's posts 😂

Social media isn't much of an indicator of honesty to me ... as someone whose work heavily involves it, everything is curated to a disgusting degree.

What I put more stock in is what we can see - and what we can see of them when they DON'T think about being seen - which is to say, all the unconscious, natural moments between Nicola and Luke - the vibe around them both, and the easy way they breathe and exist together.

That's what makes me such a big believer in their bond.