#the thing about alex is he already had an ego

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Does Charlie ever get the "Oh shit, am I hot?" realization that Alex gets? Or does he go through life thinking he's just some guy ? ChGNXBXBC

DhdhXNXJDJ he probably eventually gets more comfortable with himself?? And he knows he's not like.. the worst-looking guy around, but he still struggles a little to see what Vi or anyone else does ❤️

Pre-downward spiral he definitely thought he was hot shit and maybe that gets to come back a little one day fbdZDNDHDH

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Hold up, I'm curious now about when you said "Perse is a menace to lower nymphs" I thought at best she was neutral to some but I don't remember her ever just being outright horrible. Though that can very well just be my rose-colored glasses activating in the earlier parts of the story.

Oh geez let's see...

There was the time Persephone left Alex alone in the hospital room with the guy who had assaulted him and beat him half to death because he was "rude" (i.e. reasonably reacting to these two showing their faces around him):

And that time Persephone blackmailed Minthe to teach her how to do the job she was underqualified for two days after Hades had broken up with her and Persephone claimed to feel guilty:

Also that time she turned Minthe into a plant and then proceeded to not give a shit about her moments afterwards so she could flirt with the guy who she unapologetically had an affair with (in front of the plantified Minthe who she knew could hear them):

And then when she finally did turn Minthe back to normal, she immediately victimized herself over Minthe justifiably being angry:

And then there was that time she cornered Tori (former roommate of Alex) at his job to essentially berate him, all because of "gossip" that Tori had said ten fucking years ago (as if the gossip wasn't entirely true, it was Tori reacting to Alex getting mutilated by her boyfriend who she never really held accountable):

And all those times Persephone tried to claim she was being stifled by the nymphs in the Mortal Realm but then had the balls to claim she was "lonely" even though she literally had friends and sisters surrounding her who she wanted to get away from:

And then the icing on the cake, far more recently, that time she broke into the home of a nymph woman who had already embarrassed herself, just to threaten her, something that she was rewarded for by her husband:

She said ALL of that while failing to acknowledge the fact that she did the exact same thing to Minthe when she was with Hades. And she's not sorry for it, but she hypocritically tries to take the moral high ground as if she's never done the same thing.

Gee, I wonder how she could have turned out this way?

Persephone never really felt guilty for the things she did throughout the series, and she never took responsibility for her actions that affected others, in some cases she was flat out rewarded for her vitriol. And though this may not be intentional on Rachel's part, she comes across as someone who claims she was "lonely", when really she meant she just didn't have the company she specifically wanted - the company of gods, specifically male gods such as Hades.

Yes, the narrative tries to justify Persephone's actions towards these characters specifically - Alex, Minthe, Tori, Leuce, etc. - but fails to highlight the power imbalance where Persephone comes out on top just for being a goddess. Minthe reported her to Zeus for the wrong reasons, but she still deserved to go to trial for committing and hiding an Act of Wrath. Alex had no idea Persephone was a goddess and she never really did anything to take accountability for what Hades did to him. Tori's only crime was calling her a "dark concubine" a couple times ten years ago, something she absolutely should have let go of by now. Leuce had already embarrassed herself by trying to make the moves on Hades, so breaking into her home and filling it with farm animals and threatening her accomplished nothing beyond stroking Persephone's ego trip.

And that's not getting into how the narrative as a whole promotes mistreatment towards nymphs and satyrs (i.e. lower class people) so Persephone and Hades being in the upper class is similar to billionaires in the real world - they only achieved that wealth on the backs of the lower class, so they're part of the problem, not the exception to it. And these are the characters we're supposed to be rooting for.

I rest my case.

[writeforfandoms]

Drinking Gasoline

For the Alex Keller Challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck

Some sparring with Alex leads to flirtation, and maybe more.

I used "Don't look at me like that" for this one. And lots of flirting.

Warnings: Flirting, kissing, light sparring, more flirting.

Word count: 1k

You smirked at Alex, standing across from him. He'd asked for your help in going over a few things. It was one of the things you liked about him - his ego didn't get in his way. 

“Sure you're ready, Keller?” You kept the twunt light, easy-going, fun. Not serious. He was already probably one of the most dangerous people you worked with. 

And you didn't just mean his combat skills. 

“Oh I'm ready for you.” He grinned, just as easy and teasing. 

You chuckled and started moving, going through the steps slowly at first to be sure he saw it all. 

His form was good, as always. He was attentive, gaze intent on you, not at all worried about taking instruction from a woman. When he ran through the moves on his own, you stepped around him, watching. 

But he was good. He was gorgeous really, tank top showing off toned shoulders, hair just a little mussed from the activity. 

“Good,” you murmured. “Now let's see you put it in practice.” You stepped across to the other side of the mats, smirking. 

Alex met your smirk with his own, easy and confident. Yet another reason you liked sparring with him - he was always a good challenge. 

The first time, you got him on the mats quickly. His attempt to buck you off just seated you more firmly on him. 

You grinned down at him, privately enjoying the sight of him under you. “Nice try,” you said, amused. 

“Oh just wait.” He grinned back at you, apparently totally undaunted. “Still gettin’ warmed up for you.” 

You fought down the warmth he inspired seemingly effortlessly. You two bantered. It was a thing you did. Not a big deal. 

“Well, unless you plan to spend all afternoon on your back, you better get moving.” You pushed up to your feet and stepped away, giving him a chance to get up and back into position. 

But you caught him licking his lips, eyes on you as he stood. Electricity zinged down your spine, the thrill of possibility. 

Unless you were misreading this…? 

You got caught up in the heat in his eyes, the way he moved. You forgot to check his feet. 

Really, you had nobody but yourself to blame when he swept your legs out, sending your sprawling to the mats. He was on you before you could recover, pinning you down, face close to yours. 

“What was that about spending the afternoon on my back?” He teased, grip firm without hurting you. 

You laughed, a little breathless. “I stand corrected,” you murmured. “Or, well. Y'know.” 

He chuckled, easing his grip on you and backing off slowly. His touch lingered on your skin, and he didn't go far. “One more go?”

“Sure.” You pushed up to your feet again, breathing in deep. One more and then you'd go clear your head. This was training, not flirting. 

Now you just needed to remind your heart (and certain other parts of you) of that fact. 

“You seem distracted,” Alex taunted as the two of you circled slowly, looking for openings. “Am I not entertaining enough for you?” 

You snorted. “Oh, you're a handful,” you agreed, letting your gaze rake over him, just once, slowly. Slowly enough that you were sure he caught it. 

He licked his lips again. “Seems like you're up to the challenge.”

“I do love a good challenge.” You shifted your weight, looking for an opening. 

Alex smiled slowly, shifting his weight. You lunged towards him, not holding back. 

This round lasted longer than the previous two, the two of you trading blows and both trying to get the other down to the mats. You were both sweaty when you stepped back, looking for an opening. You just needed a little–

Alex moved fast, one final flurry of movements that ended with you face-down on the mats, his weight pinning you down. You slapped the mats twice, and he released you, grinning broadly. 

“Well? I pass muster?” 

You laughed a little, sitting up carefully. “Yeah you do,” you agreed, rolling your shoulders. “Damn, Keller.” 

His smile dipped, just a little. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” You smiled, softer than you intended. “I'm fine.” 

Alex shuffled forward, one hand on your shoulder, giving you a quick once-over. Then another, slower look, his lips parting just a little. 

“Don't look at me like that,” you whispered, eyes wide and fixed on his lips. 

“Like what?” He leaned in closer, slowly, his hand creeping closer to your collarbone. 

The door hit the wall with a clang, and you both jumped. 

You swallowed, looking back at Alex. Moment of truth. “Let's finish this elsewhere?” 

Alex smiled slowly. “I know a place.” He stood and offered you a hand up, which you took. The two of you passed the group of four with only a nod. 

Alex opened the door to his room, allowing you in first. As soon as the door closed behind him he was on you, fingers curled around your waist, barely any space between the two of you. 

“Tell me this is okay,” he murmured. “Tell me I read this right.” 

“You did,” you reassured him, one hand curling around the nape of his neck. “Now shut up and kiss me.” 

He grinned, cheeky and a little adoring. “Yes ma'am.” He kissed you passionately, the two of you gravitating closer until there was no space between you. 

Finally. 

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At you service - Complete

Chapter 1

“Of course I’ve won” exclaimed the beefy jock, opening up his chocolate Gordo bar, this was just the normal type of luck star quarterback Alexandro had, after a gruelling workout he had decided to indulge his sweet tooth by snaking on his favourite sneaky chocolate bar, and had gone and won the Gordo gold ticket. The rest of his football crew crowed around him, exclaiming how lucky he was and how jealous they all were, “Wow you get to stay at the Gordo chocolate factory for 6 whole months”, “Imagine all the free food you are gonna get”, “damn Alexandro you better bring us some scraps’

Alexandro chuckled as he walked over the gym mirror to check out his hot bod , his ripped muscular 6ft2 frame his massive guns - which were of course the biggest out of anyone of the team. As he turned in the mirror  he saw his tight inch waist and he pumped his large firm pecs, and how  could  he forget his meaty thighs and perky bubble but, not only was he the star of the uni’s football team but also the one with the body that sent shivers the spines of  anyone he looked at. The timing was perfect summer was coming up and after a year of winning games and barely sraping by academically this was just what he needed an all inclusive holiday.

It was finally the day, Alexandro was somehow the only  one who found the lucky ticket,  this barely troubled all it meant was more attention on him by the national press and the smoking hot  interviewers ,stepping out of his limo he was met with crowds upon crowds of people cheering at him, for no-one had entered the Gordo factory in years and were dying for any  information about what actually went on inside the worlds biggest chocolate factory. He was met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi  as he strode done the red carpet towards the gates of the factory, he made sure to wear his tightest gym equipment to reveal every tight inch of his smoking hot body, as he met up with the news staff, he made sure to be as charming as ever, flashing of his pearly whites while throwing his curly black hair back. This is how he would become a celebrity, he was simply playing the long-game he couldn’t wait until he strode out of those gates at Christmas time and be met with book deals and probably his own tv show. 

The questions he was asked were just feeding his  already inflated ego , “How lucky you are to be so handsome and now this” etc etc was all he heard . However one question hit him on the spot, “How do you plan to stay in such good shape while being surrounded by so much chocolate”, He hadn’t really thought about that but he quickly threw out  on the answer, “Easy, you don’t get this good  looking without having a strict diet and large will power , and I am sure Mr Gordo’s got a few weights in there to pass the time, so don’t you worry by the time I get out I  still gonna  be hot enough to take you out on a date”. The interviewer slightly blushed while Alexandro moved on to the gates ,  it was time.

Suddenly the crowd fell silent as the factory doors opened, Alexandro quickly turned to see who his mystery lodger was gonna be, one foot after another came out until  one of the beefiest muscular man he had ever seen was standing before him , he was a giant among men. Mr Gordo stood nearly 6ft10 tall he had one of the largest upper builds that Alexandro had ever seen, as he kept walking his second biggest feature came into view,  his  large gut  - “what a fatty thought” Alexandro, his gut alone must have weighed the same as a normal American male , it had nothing on Alexandro’s tight 6 pac. Soon the started to gates close  and only Alexandro was allowed to enter guided in by Mr Grodo, they walked in silence to the factory doors and just like that they entered and Alex said goodbye to the outside world the door shut sealing him in .

Mr Gordo firmly introduced himself, to Alex as he led him  round the factory, an automated  robot  appeared out of no way and took Alex’s things - cool he thought but his mind was distracted by everything else before him , while the tour started he was shown how the chocolate was made, where the flavours were  added and even how it was packaged  it was all done entirely the automated machines  with there long metal arms moving and passing stuff along as if there were alive themselves,  the tour was quite boring in itself  aside from the robots flying past them on convery belts moving at impressive coordinated speeds, Mr Gordo must have been a genius, but aside form that   the factory seemed to  operate just like any other factory, Mr Gordo now dropped Alex of at to his suite, and had told that he would be back for dinner for a surprise, he hadn’t utter much of anything on the tour, it made sense now why he had chosen to seal himself of from the outside world. The suite, of course was massive its curtains were closed and were clasped  locked possible holding back the aforementioned surprise, Alex decided to focus on  multiple roomed living suite , this was the life Alex could get used to  designer sofas with the largest flat-screen he had ever seen  of course paired with the latest games console and decked out kitchen, stepping into it, the kitchen seemed to come alive, the lights shone and a seemingly normal kitchen cupboard open automatically 

“Ahhh, exclaimed Alex

As a 6ft robot somehow woke it self up and headed towards him, it was wearing a chef outfits allowing Alex to quickly come  to the conclusion that this was just  another one of those automated robot he had seen racing about the factory 

“What can I get for you Master Alexandro”, let out the robot in a mechanical cold voice widening its Led eyes and moving its arms 

“Wow, this is on a next level “

The robot stayed they waiting for its orders, waiting to be for service, Alex was still in shock and how impressive it all

‘What can I ask for’

“Master, there is nothing you can ask for that cannot be made in this question’

Pondering for a moment, Alex wanted to see how much this robot lived up his world and after seeing all that chocolate- his sweet tooth was begging for some chocolate 

‘Well in that case,.. I think a chocolate, vanilla infused milkshake is just what I need right now’

And just like that, the robot read to life, whizzing sound the kitchen would seemed to connected to the robot inner workings as it folded itself up and brought out tubes of choloacte and milk forms its cabinets

‘Here master, I hope this is to your liking’

As the robot handed Alex one of the most delicious looking milkshakes he had ever seen 

‘Ymmmm, this is delicious - what did you do this’

“Well a robot never shared its secrets’ and with that it could tell its job was done and shut done 

As Alex continued to look around while drinking his milkshakes, he realised  that the entire suite was packed with robots of all sizes, ones to clean the floor and make the Californian kings size bed and ones to seemingly pick out his clothes in the morning, and as he walked passed the fully equipped gym with all the things he could ever need plus some,  a fully packed desert bar  drew him away, of course coming with a robot sever that swirled alive the moment  Alex got near, it had chocolate fountains paired with a  rotating ice cream dispenser and a giant churro maker built in . The inner sweet tooth Alex had came to  alive once more  but he pulled himself away to check out the rest of suite. There were even robots in the bathroom ones that came up the wall whose hand were filled with toothbrushes and sponges, damnnnn Alex thought to himself this is the life. 

Realising he had time to kill until dinner, Alexandro of course hit the gym, he wasn’t going to be distracted by all the snacks he was an athlete and needed to get his gains in, the robots in the  gym timed him and calculated his body fat levels at a neat 10% body fat and a whopping 90% muscle. While he was lifting weights, - sported by a robot , how cool, another robot came up and introduced itself.

“Hello Master Alexandro, we robots are here to follow your every command, I am the master robot Unit in charge of all operations ”

“Wicked”

“Now, we are all coded to one master mind to increase our efficiency in filling your wishes”

“Damn that’s sick”

“Is there anything we can help with you right now”

“Nothing that you can do”, Alex let out while struggling to lift a really heavy weight”Not unless your can make me big enough to life these weights” he chuckled

The robot  stood still for a minute ,as if he was calculating something to say Alex could even hear its  metal thoughts whizzing about in there , until he broke his silence by saying 

“We can do our best”

After a couple of minutes he promptly returned with what seemed like a protein  shake in his hand.

“Damn , who guys are good”, Alex thought assuming it was just another protein shake, unknown to him that the robot had already started on his requested to be bigger.

“Just give us a call, after all we are at your service” 

Finishing his workout , Alexandro chilled in his very own spa until planting himself down on the most comfortable sofa in his life, it was like the sofa was alive moving and adjusting itself to fit Alex’s body perfectly, damn, Mr Gordo really  had gone all out, as he felt the sofa cup around his meaty thighs and tight bubble but. It even had a massage option, which he of course turned on and every part for him vibrated  even to his ball sac.

Tuning on the flatscreen, with his voice somehow, he simply said he needed controllers and they appeared, the tv of course came with every single  game to ever come out, Alexandro simply sat back into sofa and played the lastest resident evil, until he heard a knock on the door.

Quickly checking himself out in the mirror, a thought quickly came to his mind.,

“Unit open the door would you”

And just like that Unit woke it self up from the shadows and buzzed other to the door

“Ahh, I see you are quickly adjusted to life inside the factory”, Mr Gordo announced as he made his way into the suite

“Yh, its well wicked - you got things in here that haven’t even been thought about yet what do you pay the other staff to keep them quiet ’

“Correction, for the next 6 months you and myself will be the only “humans’ in this factory trust I have had my runs in with staff members who lets say couldn’t behave themselves  ”

And with that Alex simply nodded his head, quickly seeing how imposing the 6ft 10 that towered over him really was

After a couple minutes of small talk, Alexandro was led by Mr Gordo into the grand dining room, he had explained along the way the way to the jock that he was free to spend his time however he wanted but he would have to dine with Mr Gordo every day to provide feedback on the ai, see Mr Gordo explained that Alex’s real purpose here was to simply provide feedback on the ai before he expended the company form a simple chocolate company to the  world renowned ai power house it could really be.

Or something like that, Alex hadn’t really been paying attention, he caught himself in a mirror was they were walking and had got lost in thought admiring his own hot ripped body.

“Now I see Alex, that you take very good care about your body- I myself can’t say the same to many late nights at the desk table, so I would be happy to alert Unit on any dietary stuff I don’t want any of my gluttony to rub on you and ruin you body”

“Nah don’t sweat it, I’m gym-rat  to the core, anything I gain I simply going to shred into pure muscle”, Alex body said flexing his guns to Mr Gordo 

“I see, well maybe I should learn a thing or two from you, huh’ Mr Gordo said as he patted his huge stomach.

The conversation continued as some robots whirled around them placing plates and pallets of food between the two, full breasted roast chicken and steaming hams as well as gravy boast filled to the top. It all looked so good, damn with all this extra protein in my diet I’m bound to get huge thought Alex, as the two dove straight into the food once it was all laid out. 

Mr Gordo ate as if he was famished, desperately pushing turkey leg and chicken breast into his mouth, no wonder he was so fat Alex continued to think the man has no control , however after one bite of the rich ham,  he too ate as if he hadn’t seen, food in days, it was all so good every bite was rich and creamy, he just couldn’t stop. The two didn’t talk the duration of the meal all their  thought went straight  to the food until not a scarp was left between the two of them.

“I see how you are in such shape my boy, for someone so small you sure to cramp a lot of meat down ya’  Mr Gordo chuckled as he slapped Alex bloated 6 -pac

“Yh, I treat my body like a temple, 24/7, all this is just fuel for the body”, Alex mummer back not likely being referred to as small 

“Well I hope you left room for desert, I still have my surprise to show you’

Alex was stuffed beyond words, it was like something came over him all really he needed was a good belly , his belly was bloated and was curving out of  his tight tank-top - maybe Unit gives good belly rubs, but not wanting to show himself up as a bad guest, he of course followed Mr Gordo out of the dining room, as they walked Mr Gordo inquired more about Alex, Alex simply told him that he wanted to be a big time celebrity after all this he even joked saying how he wanted to  be the biggest star the world has ever seen.Soon the two came across a large locked door,

“Now here Alex is where  I have had a  little bit of fun with the ai, all of course  vital to the wellbeing to the company”

The anticipation was killing Alex, somehow the idea of desert had somehow woken up his inner sweet-tooth and the dinner he had stuffed down him was long forgotten about, and then finally  moment he had been waiting for Mr Gordo opened the door

Chapter 2

The smell is what first hit him, it was gorgeous and so sweet it drew him  straight in, Mr Gordo simply stepped back and let the jock take it all in, Alex couldn’t believe his eyes the entire room was made out of chocolate, in the centre of the room was an Olympic sized pool made out of chocolate, that flowed all the way through the room and seemingly out to the rest of the factory, where ever   his eyes landed on he could see different kinds of chocolate ranging from white to dark to green minty and strawberry cheesecake chocolate in the all these different shapes- some were in the form of statues and others in the form of world famous paintings waiting to be eaten. Then suddenly  just when he was about to reach and grab a piece of chocolate from a towering chocolate statue, the whole room started to move and almost seemed as if ti was coming alive , Alex couldn’t comprehend it, until Mr Gordo simply said look up,

As he moved his eyes up, he couldn’t believe it the whole roof was shifting and beeping, it had tubes of chocolate flowing all throughout but  it was more than that it was as if it was waking up, that when he saw it long robotic  metal arms being sprouted form holes all around the room and coming down to shake Mr Gordo’s hand.

“What you are seeing is probably the largest sentient ai in the factory, possibly the world, meet Unit.2”

“What…. But it massive it must control this whole room”

“Yes it does butit does so much more than just that , what do your thing makes my chocolate so good, Unit of course, it is constantly tasting and adjusting the chocolate that gets pumped around the entire factory”

“What…”

“And the best part about it is that its alive, hooked up the  same mega mind that all robots share in this factory, so I would stay on its good side if I were you” chuckled Mr Gordo

“Oh and to forgot Its incredibly smart, what do you think made all these chocolate pieces of art huh kid’

Mr Gordo chuckled as Alex took in the chocolate Mona Lisa, done it incredible detail it was almost a prefect copy expect of course being made entirely out of chocolate

Alex needed a minute to take it all in,  he needed to say  anything smart yet profound he thought, but he was beaten to it as he felt his stomach rumble, and Mr Gordo gave out another chuckle

“Well excuse me, I promised you desert didn’t I, here lets take a seat and give unit something to work with’

However the moment Alex sat down, he felt himself being scanned and prodded by the numerous arms of Unit.2

“Oh why yes did I forgot to mention, Unit is able to found out what type and kind of desert you desire simply by giving you a quick scan”

Alex still couldn’t process what was happening, but the moment a chocolate sundae was produced with extra chocolate sauce, he knew that Mr Gordo was a true genius.

It was amazing, it was as if the chocolate he ate was produced just for him it was sweet and filling, and it met every deep down fix he needed, it was  so good in fact he had to thank Unit for it. This was met with some lights being flashed and robotic parts  resolving.

“Oh stop it Alex, you’re making Unit blush “, Mr Gordo said ibeetween bites of his own personalised dish, “Look it’s even giving you a gift”

A tube was quickly emerging from the pool filled in with deep brown chocolate and heading towards Alex, it stoped abruptly at Alex’s face.

“I think it wants you to put your mouth to the tube, and don’t look at me like that , it’s alive remember’

Alex sat there puzzled for a bit, he was behind confused already at units power 

“Well hurry up, it doesn’t even let me drink form the river, that chocolate is the finest in the world , it has to be  watered done per say for the masses to stop them going crazy”

Well when in an ai controlled chocolate room, Alex thought, as he put his mouth to the tube, which soon become filled with the most richest and delicious chocolate he could ever even comprehend, it only lasted a couple of seconds as the hot chocolate guzzled done Alex, before he couldn’t take it any more, and had to tap out. He was stuffed behind record, now coated in delicious chocolate that he couldn’t stop licking from his fingers.

“Well Alex I believe this is all I have time for today, you are allowed anyway in the factory aside from this room of course -  safely protocols and so forth, so until tomorrow’

And as Mr Gordo plodded out, Alex needed a few minutes to digest the orgasmic chocolate he had just devoured, he think he might have cummed a bit.

Chapter 3

Waking up the next morning, Alexandro wanted to spend the whole morning in bed he couldn’t escape how comfortable it was, sure he should go on his normal morning jog but when your bed has built in massage controls, its hard to imagine ever leaving. Anyways that’s was his job here wasn’t, to product test all this ai, he would be letting Mr Gordo down if he failed to test all of it especially the built in  massage controls, his jog could wait. After another hour in bed he finally got up and checked  himself  out in the bathroom mirror, he saw his brown Latino skin look perfectly tight over his ripped abs- yesterday after all was just a cheat day. As he went to shower he realised that he might as well use all the fancy cleaning robots installed - when else was he gonna have this experience, and of course it was amazing, he didn’t  even need to move , the warm sponges simply glided over his body caressing every muscle. He was suddenly brought out of his bliss by Units metallic voice coming out of a monitor in the wall.

“Good morning master Alexandro”

“What” Alex quickly spun around covering his girthy cock until realising it was just Unit

“Woah sorry, didn’t see you there Unit, not used to robot voices in the shower to be honest”

“My fault, master Alex I need to learn how to follow normal human behaviour, what would you like for breakfast’

“Oh, I don’t know what do you have”

“Anything you could wish for”

“Well when you’ve say it like that, I might as well have an extra protein heavy breakfast, gotta get big remember”, Alex smirked flexing his guns to what he assumed where Unit’s senses 

“Of course , ‘gotta to get big’, I will have the chief cook up a meal to fit these requirements, till you need me I will be waiting for your service  “

And just like that the monitor shut down, getting out of the shower, drying fans quickly turned on - damn Mr Gordo had really thought of everything huh. Unit had left out a dressing gown on Alex’s already made bed, putting it on made him feel extremely expensive as if it was made out pure silk  - which it probably was, not knowing what else  to wear Alex simply adorned a pair of tight white jock straps that hugged his flat 6 pac and exposed his bubble but. With the curtains drawn back, he could see the large chocolate pool, decorated in waterfalls and tubes pumping  the rich creamy chocolate to the rest of the factory. He didn’t notice how  he rubbed  his stomach at the sight of the chocolate as it was calling out for another taste, As he waited for his food to be done he simply did some quick push ups to keep the blood pumping, but the moment Unit called his name he ran stomach first to the dining table.

“Damn is all this really just for me”, said Alex looking at the family size breakfast

“Well as of your orders, ‘to get big’ I simply  took the necessary  actions, Is anything wrong master  “

“ Nope not at all after all who am I to argue with a computer huh ” Alex responded greedily looking at all the food laid out before him.

And with that he dove straight in, there must have been a pancake machine, he thought as he ate the fat american  pancakes one after another each one as prefect as the next , each coated in thick maple syrup he must have had at least 5, then he munched on the beautifully cooked  sunny side ups, shortly followed by the most perfectly cooked bacon he had ever tasted This was the life, he said as he licked the maple syrup up from the plates and washed down his food with a large glass  of freshly squeezed  oj

“I see you have enjoyed all you food master Alex”

“Please this was nothing compared to what it normally takes to fuel this body”

“I see, I will make note of that for next time and I will make  sure the necessary precautions are done for your next meal ”

Feeling already stuffed at 11:00 in the morning, Alex knew he had to take it slow before hitting the gym, so he decided to take it easy and just laze about on the couch digesting his meal, when he hit the gym around  about 1ish he made sure to push himself hard on the weights, it took a lot of him but just when he was about to reach a personal record he just couldn’t hack it, he just wasn’t strong  enough yet, and was as if Unit was reading his mind, he was met with a thick shake of what he assumed to be pure protein, it must have been laced with chocolate with how sweet it was but he was sure Unit had probably just added some next level protein powder . It was so good he  asked for another one as he jokingly watched Unit lift the weights he had been lifting, he even got a bit flushed in the face  when Unit started to lift more than he could even imagine,  as he watched he downed his drink determined  to go again and after a couple of more reps of still not getting anyway near to what Unit had joking pressed he called it quits and asked for another shake, he knew it was time for cardio but after about 20 minutes of running he just felt too sluggish to carry on and instead requested another shake to refuel with as he hit the sauna. And it felt good to be the only person for miles as he let his junk hang out as Unit added more coals to the fireplace.

The rest of the day was spend lazing out on the sofa playing some intense video games, so much so he had to stop at the snack bar for his gamer fuel, ordering an extra creamy milkshake.  Oddly enough the milkshake tasted eerily simply to his shakes earlier , but he couldn’t really focus on that  especially when he had to get to the next level of his game. It wasn’t long till he had finished his second milkshake  but soon enough he  knew he needed another ‘proper’ meal, ordering his favourite cheat meal for a late lunch, a  double decker cheeseburgers and cheesy fries, he told himself he deserved it of course after all the weights he had lifted earlier, he must not have specified the order  because when Unit appeared to had made almost halve a dozen of hand sized cheeseburgers he wondered if he had bitten of more than he could chew, but liking Unit’s incentive he simply ploughed straight though  guzzling down on all the beefy cheesy burgers. Dinner wasn’t until 9 , so he knew he could go overboard and still dine fine  with Mr Gordo.

Finally plopping the last fry in his mouth, it was as if all the food he had eaten had caught up to him, on a normal day he would hit the gym again and burn some calories, but with all the food he had scoffed down he felt the world’s biggest food coma coming on, the thought of hitting the treadmill compared to lazing on the couch soon faded away and he  spent the rest of the day sitting it out on the sofa nodding in and out of a food coma and waking up to play his cock.

  The Knock on the door snapped Alex out of his sleepy rest, he had company -  shit was it already 9 he must have missed his afternoon run. Unit had already opened the door and by the time Alex had wiped the saliva from his mouth, Mr Gordo and barged in to the room while he was still halve asleep on the couch, it quickly dawned on him also  that he was still  wearing nothing but a tight jock-strap.

“Relax’ Mr Gordo said realising the look on Alex’s face as he squirmed about to get a cushion to cover his privates 

“This is your suite you home I wouldn’t have you treat any other way, besides a good looking jock like you has nothing to be hide  especially  compared to this old fat body”

“Non-sense, your in fine state, and if you ask me I need to bulk up a bit’ 

This was met with another one of Mr Gordo deep chuckles

This had  calmed Alex, but he still insisted on putting on some of Units prepared silky tracksuit  before dinner,

Dinner of course was delicious, tonight it was honey drizzled pig, and yes he meant a whole pig, despite all the food he had gorged over the day, when he laid his eyes on the beautifully cooked pig he felt his mouth salivate and his stomach growl he found himself  still craving more and more after each helping,  it was just so juicy and rich, and besides thinking about those weights he could’t  lift in the gym - he said he needed to get big and this is how he would do it.

Once again ,after the entire pig was scoffed down by the two of them, Mr Gordo escorted him though the factory and straight to the chocolate room. As Alex stepped though the door, the room came to live machines twirled and lights flashed as Unit.2 was pleases to see him.  Tonight it was double layered chocolate cake the kind that was drizzled in chocolate and was about the size of his head, he and Mr Gordo dove straight in to their separate meals, but here Alex’s size showed him up  he just couldn’t take it, eating almost halve a pig and now digging into the richest and heaviest cake he had ever seen, he just couldn’t stomach it , he forfeited, laying back in his chair and placing  his hands on his heavily extended bloated stomach. And as Mr Gordo chuckled and reached over to eat some of Alex’s cake , the he most strangest thing happened, a metal  arm extended  from a nearby vent, grabbed the plate from Mr Gordo stubby arms  and started to grab the remains of cake and feed it to Alex 

“Fascinating, I’ve never seen Unit respond to anyone like this, it’s as if it’s wanting you to finish its food, why Alex I certainly think you have left an impression on this old ai”  

Alex couldn’t help but blush before letting out a very tasty belch

“Well what can I say I have that power other the ladies… I mean robots”

Not wanting to let down the probably the smartest and arguably the biggest robot in the world, Alex took the spoonfuls of cake and stuffed them down, he was really gorging himself now, when he wanted to quit he told himself he would just burn of these extra calories in the gym tomorrow so there was really no harm. And as he stuffed his face with cake another metal arm emerged from a vent and appeared  to rub his bloated abdomen, encouraging him even more to finish the cake 

And when finally the last crumb had gone down his throat, the tube appeared again and Alex didn’t know what came other him, but pushing  himself forward he let the chocolate tube stuff  his face him till he once more had to tap at. And as if it was an reward the same arm patted Alex on his head before retreating back into the vents 

“Now Alex, my boy I would be careful if I were you, that chocolate is 100% divine, its very addictive and  I would hold back if I were you” Mr Gordo finally said after the whole ordeal ‘That chocolate is hard to quit, just look at me’

He chuckled as he slapped his fat gut

“No problem , but I don’t want to anger this robot  beauty and besides I think I’ve got a bit of a  stronger willpower then you huh Tubs  “ Alex laughed, not noticing Mr Gordo’s face drop slightly 

“Never mind then forgot, I ever said anything, besides your an athlete, I’m certain your athletes have lots of will power when it comes this’

“Yh, yh willpower” Alex mumered as he licked the chocolate off his fingers.

 They made their way back to their respective parts of the factory - if Mr Gordo had been troubled earlier he made no effort to show it as he patted Alex on the back as they parted away , Alex chuckled to himself as he let Unit brush his teeth and clean his face  thinking about how ridicules  it was of Mr Gordo to tell him to be careful with the chocolate,  after all he was a star athlete it was in his nature to be strong. Yet  the moment he hit his bed and felt Unit tuck him in, he fell into a much needed food coma dreaming about  all the chocolate that awaited him over the next couple of months. 

Chapter 4 

It had now been nearly two months  of staying in the suite and Alex had quickly gotten used to his new and much more convenient life, he would wake up every morning to the smell of a big hearty American breakfast being cooked just for him, in the bathroom all the tedious jobs of brushing his teeth and even washing himself was done by the robots happily. He could spend the entire day in his underwear and there was no one to protest- not that they would of course, Unit certainly didn’t complain as he strolled about in his underwear and silk robe. Each morning he looked forward to what Unit had had prepared for him, his favourite of course was the buttery pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and sided with a tray full of crunchy bacon. Unit had noted that this was his preferred meal ,so of course went the extra mile of doubling down on its size whenever it was served. Somedays Alexandro would start the day with nearly a dozen fat pancakes, and he loved it - he was finally being treated like the stud he was, sometimes he would hit the Gym for a couple hours pushing weights while  being weighted on by Unit who would always refill his chocolatey protein shakes, he still attempt  a bit of cardio here and there but breakfast always left him feeling so sluggish especially after weights so with that cardia was off and replaced with sauna time.  As the weeks passed the games library would always be updated with  Alex finding himself being glued to the screen  with what ever next level game he was supplied with, and of course he could play vr, it was the most intense thing he did. While he gamed he  would constantly be grazing on whatever the snack bar had on that day- somedays it would be cotton candy other nachos but there would always be chocolate to Alex’s delight. Lunch was Alex’s anchor in the day it split his two gaming session in halve and Unit always made sure it was worth it ,  Unit  of course had followed suit of Alex’s requirements to get bigger and provided Alex with all the meat a jock like him needed to get bigger, somedays he would  plough though nearly a dozen beefy overspilling burgers and of course the cheesiest fries imaginable others it would deep dish pizzas and hordes of overspilling tacos. The remaining part of the day would be spent dozing in and out of a food coma which  Alex had  called getting ready for dinner  he needed time to probably digest his food before meeting up with Mr Gordo. The competitive natures of the two had  really quickly turned dinner into a eating competition between the pair of them to see  who could digest the most quickest, Mr Gordo of course won but Alex wasn’t always that far off, his competitive nature told  told  himself that it was just because Mr Gordo was a complete fatty with no control that allowed him to beat him. Desert was however was the  polar opposite to dinner the two of them  would savour the gourmet and brilliant deserts designed for them by Unit.2, here they would engage mostly in conversation about Alex’s athletic life, Alex would explain in absolute detail his play through as a quarterback and  how winning was so easy with a body like his, while digging into Units chocolatey deserts. Then came the best part of the day , his treat for eating all his food, the most divine chocolate in the world pouring down his throat, and as the weeks passed Alex could take more and more  of it until he almost lasted a complete minute before spluttering it all up, he hadn’t heeded Mr Gordo’s advise and how could he it was too good.

month 4

Burrrpppppppppp,

Alexandro let out the another  burp as he finished another one of Unit’s shakes, ahhh it tasted so good and creamy he thought as he scratched his bloated stomach, it was almost dinner and he hadn’t left  the sofa all day and why would he anything he could possible need was delivered straight to him by unit. He wondered to himself as unit delivered a dozen of fresh hot donuts straight to his mouth as he gamed what possible joy Unit could find like this serving his every need.

Little did he know how much Unit revelled in serving him,  over the last couple of months had Unit able to learn so much about humans, about their likes and their needs, Alex was Unit’s little case study and it was learning some about him, storing  all of his  behaviours  over the last couple of months in to its hard drive -  what he liked to eat,at what time Alex liked to be woken and most importantly how much he had seemed to  enjoy Unit’s mission of getting him ‘bigger’. Unit was able to scan Alex’s brain every time whenever it delivered a plate full of food to him  and the endorphins were off the scale - Unit was definitely doing something right. Unit was learning so much and growing in its knowledge about what humans needed and Unit hadn’t been the only thing growing since had Alex moved in, Unit’s sensors eagerly picked up on Alex’s inflating size. As Alex laid on the couch mostly naked, Unit was easily able to detect the changes in Alex’s size. First it had been his abs, they quickly had lost their definition and were now slowly being coated in a layer of fat, according to Unit’s access to the web  Alex’s abdomen could know actually be classified as a gut, and these changes were all over Unit eagerly noted how Alex pecs were swelling up day by day with more adipose the same changes were being seen in his  ballooning butt - Unit made note to alter Alex’s clothes at night ( once it researched how alarming humans  can find this experience). Notes were made on  Alex’s  thickening waistline which was outgrowing his first 29 inch measurement   it was getting  thicker and thicker which Unit believed was the human body’s adaption to support his growing midsection. Unit scanned Alex all over detecting his loss in muscle tissue and tone  and his increase in body fat levels and compared it to the surface changes of how Alex’s arms and thighs  were swelling up with all this extra fat, it connetced this to Alex’s changes in behaviour. Over the last couple of months Alex was noted to use the gym less and less and favoured more sedentary practices in and how despite his change in exersise levels he still carved more and more food - food which Unit was particular energy rich. Unit was having a marvellous time, scanning and learning about humans and Alex was their prefect guina pig 

Completely oblivious to all these scans Alex reached for a donut  than another plugged into to his Vr headset he had no idea how well noted his descent of gluttony was being. As his hand danced blindly  around an empty donut box searching for any stragglers the loud sound of Mr Gordo  knocking on the door for dinner broke him form his gluttonous ritual, the days sure went fast when halve of it was spent sleeping and the other halve gaming, he had spent  almost another whole day entirety on the sofa eating whatever he could  possibly have wanted and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Alex my boy, come on quickly before the food gets cold” Mr Gordo chuckled turning off of his VR set 

Alex quickly stirred of the sofa, flicking of the crumbs of  his stomach and licking the icing of his fingers

‘Umm dinner - what’s it tonight’

“Just you wait my boy’ chuckled Mr Gordo eyeing up Alex 

Years of only spending his days with robots fixing them and winding them up, had made Mr Gordo enjoy having another play thing in his arms, when Alex had insulted him the over day he knew a funny little game he could play on the poor boy and as he sized by Alex he could see the boy was playing it very well. 

 As Alex off course had been very musclier before and with such an impressive build  the changes were harder to see but they were there, Mr Gordo of course  noticed that the jock had significantly widened in the waist, the boys abs could only faintly be seen as his stomach had rounded out and muffin topped over his tight jockstrap, and that the beginning of a double chin was slowly forming around the studs face paired with his cheeks losing their tight definition  

Dinner had of course grown in size to accommodate Alex’s increase in appetite, he was drinking nearly 5l of shakes ever day all of which riddled with appetite enhances so now after 4 month he was plowing through dinner with Mr Gordo. Only a month ago Alex would have called it quits but when Mr Gordo signalled for Unit to bring out the 3rd helping of turkey - it was like his competitive nature went into overdrive, as he reached for helping after helping mimic Mr Gordo’s piggish appetite.

“Alex, its nice to see you throughly making use of all the ai in your suite”, let out Mr Gordo after the plates  of food between the two had been licked clean

“Of course I have Mr Gordo” Alex let out in-between burps 

“Might I add, Alex that unit has told him your instructions of getting big, would you like myself to install a fitness regime into the gym ai”

“Nah don’t sweat it, all this extra stuffing is simply just fuel for my bulk, I gotta get big first and then imma hit the treadmill to burn off any side effects’

“Well, I’m sure  a jock like you knows what’s best, and let me just add your’re certainly  looking more beefier than when you first came’

“Yeah, its all about the process of course, gotta get big first to get some massive gains when I leave”

“ Certainly my dear boy now if you don’t mind , I think its time for dessert, If I dare say so myself”

The simple mention of desert made Alex’s eyes lit up , like always Unit.2 had  completely outdone themselves producing gourmet chocolatey eclairs each pumped to the brim with delicious cream, the moment they entered Alex’s eyesight he was fixed on stuffing each one down his throat,  it wasn’t long till he was covered in chocolate and his stomach was fully bloated after another day of ploughing through his food - this was the good life Alex thought to himself as he licked up the remains chocolate form his lips 

Dropping Alex of at his suite, Mr Gordo made a quick stop before hitting his bed,

‘Unit boot up’

With his voice Unit woke itself up immediately from  its charging spot and awaited Mr Gordo’s command

“Unit under my instructions I want you to increase you protocols on making master Alexandro bigger, this means doing what ever you can to following his demands and taking it to 300%”

“Yes master Gordo, anything else”

“Now that you have mentioned it, the gym equipment inside masters Alexandro suite is to be in a permanent state of renovations” Mr Gordo continued “None of this is to be mentioned to the my little Guinea pig master Alexandro instead carry like on normal”

“Yes master”

Chapter 5

 6 months 

 Every day the smell of sizzling bacon would find its ways through the suite and cluster around Alex’s bed, it become second nature for him to wake up, stomach rumbling eager to be fed. The smell of the pancakes filled the air as the robots brushed his teeth and washed him, Alex couldn’t even remember the last time he had to do all those tedious chores for himself. And finally the smell of freshly squeezed OJ called him to the dining table as he quickly pulled up his custom underwear and put on his fluffy robe and slippers, eager to eat his breakfast

Alex couldn’t place it but it was as if it had happened over night, but the food Unit cheffed up must have  almost doubled in size and quadrupled in taste, breakfast was constant feasts of platters filled high with greasy strips of bacon and towering stacks of plump pancakes. But despite this monstrous portions, by the time he was done with it there wasn’t a crumb left on the table, he was eating more than he had ever had and yet still he hungered for more. It might  have been when the gym was closed for temporary repairs which soon turned into an almost permanent closure that he saw his diet skyrocket in food ,  and at  first Alex was a little perplexed by this as the days turned into weeks of closure the idea of a gym even existing slowly faded out of his mind, instead it was replaced with hours spent lounging on the couch binge watching all the tv he could ever wanted, and  gaming  in the suite trying out the latest Vr experiences that required very little movement - hours  could be spent plugged in steering at the screen with one hand on the console and the other  constantly grazing on whatever snacks Unit left beside him. 

Lunch had now seemingly evolved into 2 meals  to make up the numerous amount of spare time in the day, Alex had the pleasure of being served lunch every where he was, the suite with its high tech technology bended and folded around him to make  suitable eating spaces that could accommodate for the copious amount of food that would be served up. Alex would stuff his face with Bbq coated ribs and handfuls of crispy chips  washing it all down with copious amounts of creamy milkshakes and refreshing coke without ever moving an inch .  After Lunch he would spend his hours in the newly built spa section - built just for him ( Mr Gordo’s fix due to current state of the gym he was told) , and just like ever other  part of the factory it was riddled with robots ready to serve Alex’s every whim and need. He was given  rigorous massages ( which he was told were the same exercise requirements as hitting the gym or something like that, when Unit brought up the numbers his mind quickly wondered). All he knew was that it worked for him, the machine had to all the work and all he had to do was lie there - all in all it sounded like the ideal workout, he was paraded around on a moveable island that was carried to various stations where the robots oiled him up and massaged his growing body,  finishing it off in a  long sauna session.  After being all pampered  up the rest of the day was spent lazing about and waiting for this  his next favourite part - Dinner. The simple knock of the door got his stomach rumbling,  and with the walk to dinner seemingly getting  longer and longer Alex was ravenous when he sat done at the table not nothing  the pungent  sweat forming in the rolls his ballooning body. 

Dinner was in a league of its own, like everything else it had been  ballooned to behind recognition, they must have spent hours in silence feasting on whatever Unit wheeled out, the pair of them ate like pigs and definitely started to resemble them - each other rubbing on the other, and after the seconds and the thirds the pair of them both forgot about the silly competition they had between them, as their laid back in the comfortable chairs, guts exposed to the world breathing their deep breathes too stuffed to move. However this moment of pause was shortly lived as with a the sound of a bell being rung, the door to the chocolate room was opened and  a tall  familiar muscular figure stood in the pathway. 

Over the duration of the stay Mr Gordo had gone on and on about Unit.2 how it would be lifelike, smarter more mobile - in simple mirroring the human body and mind - Alex had paid this little attention until the first prototypes started to move out , where he was met by more and more models - they started out ever so simple,  the first one was basically the base Unit model, but then as the weeks rolled past the model got more and more impressive. They got larger and larger, their limbs more smooth and their design more futuristic, it wasn’t long till their long  metals limbs were replaced with sleek metal human shaped arms, and long strong fitting legs replaced Unit’s giant wheels. The body of the machine evolved to mirror that of a firm metal torso, and finally the head was moulded into shape. When Mr Gordo finally reached the final model, Alex was at first a little drawn back up its startling familiar appearance

“Perplexed my dear boy’’

Alex was more the startled it looked almost like him

“Well my boy, I have a secret to profess, when I first laid eyes on you , I knew right then and there that you handsome form and shape would be the perfect base for Unit.2”

Alex didn’t know what to say as he approached the 7ft tall imposing metal robot that had a remarkable similarity to himself

‘Why don’t be alarmed - take it as a compliment of course - and Come meet Adam”

And with that the towering grey robot came to live, with red beaming eyes and a deep murmur, it came to live like a creature re-awakening of a long sleep, its limbs started to move and twist its parts shifted under their own weight and finally its head tilted just like a humans - until as if becoming aware of its environment it turned to face Alex 

And in a deep robotic voice it proclaimed 

“Hello Alexandra, how can I be of service today”

And since then Alex was hooked, he wished to spend ever second in this factory with this amazing experiment but under Mr Gordo’s order Adam’s appearances were heavily restricted. Alex could go weeks without seeing them, but that didn’t matter when Adam appeared in to the door way- just like they did tonight, they pair of them would spend hours communicating and conversing. Leaps and bounds were made in-between this appearance as Mr Gordo tinkered away and it wasn’t long that  Adam seemed to be a  fully sentient functioning robot who had their own their own thoughts and feelings.

And so when Unit rang the desert bell Alex did look forward to the food but the idea seeing Adam was more the greater reward. When Adam appeared it was like no time had even passed and the two would pick up on their long conversations, Adam couldn’t help but question the outside world and Alex was happy to abide. Adam just like Unit did learned all about Alex and most importantly he learned what a sweet tooth the boy and with its  more powerful body that had control over all the machines in the chocolate room it seemed to take joy in making  marvellous chocolate dishes for Alex to sink his teeth into. And the two’s relationship  only grew as Alex was stuffed his face with dessert after dessert explains his life outside as Adam happily watched and observed 

As the months  passed, Alex could barely keep track of what he ate for dinner the previous day let alone what day it was , he was happily living in this chocolatey blissful bubble  - and although the outside world wasn’t far away- he gave it no thought at all but all this came crashing down the moment Mr Gordo opened his lips to say 

“Well Alex, I hope you’ve  enjoyed you stay here - what is it one one week left till I have to bid you goodbye’

It was like an endless cold rain cloud over his head , Alex felt as if he had been rudely awoken from a perfect dream to his harsh new reality that he would have to return to the outside world , the food over the week seemed colder and his bed was less comfy now that he knew this was all not permeant, and as much as he wished it wouldn’t the week flew by until it was his final night

And with Unit packing his bags, he was soon met with an even harshly reality, he’d gone a bit too crazy with his bulk and was had long passed  chubby territory and his once trim muscular body was unmistakable fat

 The rude awakening occurred to him as he pulled out his pre factory life clothes, and even with Unit’s help he couldn’t squeeze himself back into them his nikey joggers wouldn’t budge over his pudgy thighs, his tight muscle frame shirts strained to get over his ample pecs not to mention his mountainous abdomen with his larger shirts failing at the next hurdle - his ample love handles leaving his girth sides and front bulge out. 

And as the sound of tearing filled the room as he tried to put on his Nikey jacket over him it  stood no chance against his hefty back Alex  knew it was futile. How had he let this happen, he thought as he stared at himself in the suite’s 360 mirrors he knew he had put on some weight, maybe some muscle as well but as he tried to flex his arms all he saw was fat. Admittedly he knew  had gone overboard with the food, but how couldn’t he wasn’t that what he was there for. His damn sweet tooth had cursed him as piled dish after dish down into his greedy mouth and now his big mouth had caught up to him.

 Alex knew he had put on some fat in his stay but seeing his torn trousers on the floor and tank tops that he couldn’t squee his arms into it - he didn’t realise it was this bad. For fucks sake he had a proper fat boy gut, deep under there once stone-cut abs but now as he slapped his gut it jiggled,  and it wasn’t hard to see how his trousers split he was massive he even had  proper fat boy love handles not to mention jiggly man tits.  Turning around in the mirror he couldn’t help but shed a tear at his rotund arse - his muscular bubble but was long as he took tow hands to grip one doughy but cheek

Alex couldn’t even recognise himself as he saw the fat potbellied body  in the mirror mimic his every action . Fuckk, he thought as he rubbed his hands over his plumped up body, he was soft all over, how had he let his body get so bad - the factory life had been a very sweet tasty bubble and now all he had left to show for it was a pair of plump titis and a massive waistline. There was no doubt about it he looked like the picture boy of a chocolate factory FUCK,  he imagined it now - the  reporters face outside when they saw his fattie  frame step out 

The tabloids would be crazy, flashing his before and after picks on ever surface, his fat face and much fatter butt would be everywhere, he was too distracted pinch and poking his blubber to feel his dick grow hard under his wide stomach - it didn’t help that he couldn’t even see it 

“Master Alex, I am hearing lots of swearing coming from the suite - is everything all right”

“Look at me - Unit I’m a laughing stock”

Unit sensing distain in Alex’s voice - quickly activated it’s reassurance protocols

“What ever is the matter, all I see is a Strapping young man - who I can sense has a very muscle percentage under all that ”

‘And you  from what you’ve been telling me you will drop all this weight in no time’ Unit continued as it feeled up Alex’s overweight  body

Maybe it was Unit’s exploring arms rubbing his flesh frame to their sweet lies but as Alex’s head was slowly feeling with endorphins as Unit started to massage his portly frame  he did wonder how glorious his cut would be after this ‘bulk’

Unit went on - detecting it was working with Alex’s raised endorphins and growing member 

“With your previous calculations I am certain you will get straight back in shape in no time at all anyway as I calculate most of weight is simply water weight ’

It was like a light was switched on in Alex’s head, of course that makes more sense - this was all just water weight wasn’t it , and of course  Unit  was not going to lie  to him about it . Alex’s worries seen faded away  and were replaced with spastic waves oh his dick cumiming  as  imagined how shredded  he would be after his cut while Unit continued to massage his fatty rolls harder and harder 

 And as Unit wiped away his cum  Alex had no time to think about his cut as his thoughts were quickly distracted by the knocking on the door - it was dinner and he had  definitely worked himself up an appetite

The walk seemed to take forever  ,as  Mr Gordo went on and one with how  much Unit was cooking up a to honour Alex’s departure, as as Alex’s mouth watered his chubby legs tried to get him there as fast as they could 

Unit had of course outdone themselves once again, when the plates were delivered it was like a chip was activated  in Alex’s brain hie eyes took in the towering plates of food and his arms reached out to grab them  all he wanted to do was eat and eat. Even as he felt the mound of his body  hit the table as reached over to pick up the medium done  steaks and piles of creamy mash potatoes, he couldn’t help himself - and besides this was his last night a little indulge wouldn’t hurt

Ring Ring Ring, the sound of  Unit ringing the bell for desert only ruled Alex more to finish his food to get ready for dessert, he felt the warmth he felt every night for the last 6 months of stuffing himself to the brim and it only made me more hungry 

“My boy, I will miss you very much”

Mr Gordo went on as the pair of them scarfed down  their third desert delivered by hand by  Adam

“This whole factory has learnt so much form you - not to mention Adam’

Alex turned to see Adam performing their task’s  fast and swiftly in the background - Alex didn’t let on that he would probably miss Adam more than Mr Gordo

Mr Gordo went on 

“And I see that you have certainly changed since staying in my factory - haven’t you my boy’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he reached over to  prod Alex in his fatty rolls 

“You see that its not so hard to put on the pounds when staying in a Chocolate factory, not long till you’re my size - hey boy”

He chuckled 

‘What… oh this its nothing’ Alex retorted slapping his padded midsection - he didn’t notice Adam’s attention turning  towards him in the background

“Couple shifts in the gym - and it will be right off - old man’ Alex laughed as he grabbed for another scoop of ice-cream 

“All I need is a good week of gym sessions - and I will back in action, and more stole than ever’

Alex went on, not noticing the scheming eye of Mr Gordo

“I’ve got a long way till I’m anyway near your ballpark… ’’

And as Alex tugged into his fourth helping delivered straight by Adam - he certainly didn’t notice the enlarged vein on Mr Gordo’s head 

“ But I …I … mean sure I’m not in the best shape right now, and the  media will go crazy when I step outside tomorrow’ Alex stuttered as he remembered how much water weight he was carrying right now licking his bowl clean in between words.

“But I sure, yh, that all I need is a few gym sessions and I can drop this water weight’ He said halve convincingly  

‘ All water weight you say, huh boy Why if that so .. and all you need is few shifts in the gym and you will back in fighting shape’

Alex nodded, his double chins bulging  out as as his  lowered his head 

The boy had failed to learn his lesson, even when he was carrying all these extra pounds he still saw himself as a titan of of fitness - Mr Gordo thought, he  had to fix this fast and he knew just the way to do it.

“Hey my  boy, If that’s so, why don’t you extend your stay here, save the initial embarrassment tomorrow you know and drop the weight in here’

Alex sighed a bigger internal relief than he realised   - this was easily an lifesaver, he could drop all his extra padding here while living the good this was an easy answer

‘Oh yh of course - best of both worlds huh, I’m sure the girls can wait a through more weeks till they me ha’ He chuckled trying to play it cool - flexing his porky arms

“Excellant, my dear  boy only issue is  you’ve will just have to sign another waive of course, nothing serious just protocol and stuff’

“Yh cool - whatever’ Alex was over the moon, but made sure to play it cool 

He quickly signed the contact to distract to properly  read it as  Adam brought him his fifth  helping of chocolate  ice cream to celebrate the good news

Mr Gordo chuckled to himself, as he picked up the signed contact, wiping off the chocolate from Alex’s mess. The boy  had fallen into the trap just like a fat boy in a candy shop -  he had been to eager and had happily skipped over the clauses of definite containment in the factory, giving Mr Gordo all the time he needed to finish playing with his plump guinea pig

Chapter 6 

Month  ?

Alex marvelled in this extra time he given to cut the fat,  the idea of his body after his cut made him so hard he couldn’t control himself - luckily Unit was always happy to give a hand or two. ( Alex didn’t notice the weird odd spasm Unit would produce as it massaged and grabbed his fat). And as gesture to aid Alex in his weight loss Mr Gordo insisted that the state of art  gym would be open any time soon and that he was just finishing the small details here and there. In the mean time Alex tried to start his cut, but it appeared fantasising about his dream body was a lot easier than working for it, he met the biggest roadblock straight away it appeared Mr Gordo had instructed Unit of his new dieting goals and Unit had swiftly put them to place. Alex met these changes on a very startling morning , as he plopped himself down on the breakfast table eager to be fed and was only met with a small bowl of oats. 

‘What it this Unit’

“For you stick diet orders straight from Mr Gordo’

‘Oh yh’ Alex begrudgingly responded sinking a spoon into the greyish pile of oats laid in-front of him, they won’t bad tasting not even  it was just so bland compared to the stacks of pancakes he was used to . There wasn’t even a single spoon of honey in them let along some sugar and  when his spoon hit the bottom of the empty bowl, the sound of Unit bringing over new plates filled with breakfast goodies was strikingly absent. This was barely enough to settle his ravenous hungry forcing Alex to leave the table  with his stomach growling for new food. This  pattern  was seen throughout the day, lunch was no better a simple sandwich was all that awaited him and long gone were the numerous  confectionaries scattered about the suite. By the time dinner rolled around Alex felt like had been starved, his mind couldn’t even remember the last time he  had eaten so little. 

 Dinner was  arguable  the worse  part- as he ate on his end of the table with a plate of white rice and beans down on the other end sat Mr Gordo stuffing his face with plates upon  plates of meats and pastas . Alex tried to steal a plate but Unit detected this and quickly removed the plate of creamy mashed potatoes far from his chubby arms. How could Alex live like this, he thought as he went to bed hungry, - he didn’t even get desert, he was starving and he needed something sweet asap he had a hungry for it and it wasn’t going to be so easily down-trotten. 

As the days passed and the mandatory diet showed no sign of stopping - Alex grew even more lethargic and depressed he had nothing to eat not to mention that his meeting with Adam also vanished . This was a disaster and  when he woke up in the middle of night in sweats - he felt starved  it must have been days since he had even seen some chocolate, he could not continue to live like this. As he searched the suite - every nook and cranny was empty.  This was hell, Alex was famished, his stomach  hunger pangs were relentless - calling to be fed and his brain was no better at every second of day he craved sugar and chocolate. Sure he needed to cut but surely there was another way to do it, he just wasn’t strong enough he needed to be fed now, and then the most devious idea entered his head, he knew where he could some chocolate so late at night - a whole lake of it.

With the factory in night mode, Alex set of to the chocolate room as quiet as fat boy could, it was pitch black and he ended up getting lost numerous times but the deep dark smell of chocolate kept him going. Until he finally laid eyes on the deep pool of chocolate, it was majestic - like seeing a mirage, Alex sprinted the fastest his chubby legs could take him. The guards were down and there was nobody around - who would ever know.

 It started with a sip, then a handful, with grew into two hands cusping up the chocolate, it was just so good the moment his lips touched the creamy dark chocolate, he was in heaven. It lit every bulb and flipped every switch in his head, as the delicious chocolates entered his mouth he was transported away. And he needed more and more - he leaned over the edge trying to get a better  position, he was too distracted to notice his centre of gravity shift to over the edge, and his weak chubby legs could definitely not enough to  support his overweight upper flab. And then in slow motion, with his face deep in chocolate he felt his obese body give away - but thankfully just before he was about to fall he felt  cold metal arms coming to his rescue to lift him out.

It was Adam 

‘Oh Adam, thank you so much’ Alex sighed - going in to give Adam a deep hug, his doughy soft body heavily contrasting with Adam’s sleek metal frame.

“Happy to be of service’ Adam responded in his code heavy voice.

Adam then went silence, as Alex licked his fingers clean of chocolate, as if was sensing his new environment, taking in Alex’s blubbery body

“Thank god you saved me - I would have been a goner’ 

“That certainty would be true any longer and the chocolate would be all consuming all you would want to do is drink more and more until you lungs are filled with it’ Unit responded creating an award silence, detecting this it aimed to change the conversation

‘Can I ask what brings you here at this  hour’

“Oh it just I’ve been so hungry - and Unit has seemed to cut of my food supply’

“What - whatever why’

“Oh you know - this diet is  to help me shift this extra weight’ Alex  chuckled as his patted his plump tubby

“Don’t worry about that - I will be sure to give Unit a word or two - I can’t have you putting yourself in danger now can I’

When Adam talked so imposing and in charge, Alex couldn’t help but swoon a little 

“No I need it - have to drop this extra pounds - you know’

“Matter of fact I don’t’

Adam  responded stepping closer to Alex, almost towering over him

It went on 

‘Isn’t amazing how you humans can grow and change so originally’

Adam said as his arms drifted over Alex’s chubby body

Alex was silenced - Adam had never talked so freely before - and he hated to admitted it but he was a little turned on with how Adam was talking about him 

“I mean look at you, so rounded out and soft - Us robots can only dream about having a body like this’

Adam talked deeper and deeper, as it kneaded Alex’s body.

It wasn’t long before Alex found his member throbbing

‘Ah there it is again, see how amazing the human body is’

Alex felt shocked at his own submission  

“You know to be honest, I cannot  control myself, sometimes I have to  take control of your suite Unit and explore your body whenever I wish to’

Alex shivered a bit - upon hearing this all those times he saw Unit spasm must have been Adam taking over, but that didn’t stop his member form protruding out from under his gut

“Ah there it is again ’

In a careful movement - Adam used one hand to grab a roll of fat and another Alex’s member

And with a moan the rest of the night turned into a world of sensation for Alex, Adam explored his body like a scientist eager to explore a new planet. Every pound of his body was massaged and jiggled, Alex felt his new  body in ways he could never imagine - and he enjoyed it

“Now Alex, I want you to come freely here whenever you need - and don’t worry I will always have my eye on you’ Adam said as it waved Adam goodbye as he   left though the doors back to his suite stomach full and covered in chocolate

Chapter 7 

Alex didn’t know what month it was let alone day, after he signed the contact time changed - he seemed to lose all control of it.  At first days seemed to be a blur as he continued his gluttonous lifestyle, once he had signed the contact Mr Gordo had  made no mention of when his final day was to be so, and Alex saw no need to bring it up, especially now that Adam had seemed to restore his meals back to their former status. The smell of bacon and pancakes returned to fill Alex’s mornings and lunch’s were piled on high with burgers and pizzas, not  to mention all the snacks stations restored to their previous fullness. To begin with Alex tried to slowly increase his portion size back to a ‘healthy’ balance after all once the gym was opened it was back to the cut, but despite his good intentions  and with the gym continued to maintain shut,  he found himself  fighting a losing battle to contain his gluttonous appetite. This wasn’t especially helped by his and Adam secret late night rendezvous where the machine made sure that his lover had tables full os  chocolatey desserts  ready to keep them fed as Adam explored their body

Alex had started out eating a decent halve of his previous diet, restraining himself from finishing the  copious plates of foods , but without any clear sign in the horizon of an end date this restriction barely held - it wasn’t long before the floodgates opened one extra dish turned to another, a second lunch turned into a third and then a forth. He was soon eating more than he was eating before his “diet” it was like his brain was accounting for the lost meals in his short lived fast. But Alex couldn’t help himself, he need to eat it was like an addiction to him, goaded on by Adam’s lustrous words - in their late night sessions.  Adam would encourager his organic lover to eat more and more and when Alex felt like he was about to burst Adam took over force feeding Alex the rest of whatever was laid in-front of him. Alex never viewed himself to so submissive but when Adam took charge he simply let them, towering over him Adam commanded respect and as their two bodies grew more and more in contrast Alex submitted more and more.

“Alex by dear boy’ 

Mr Gordo boomed as he bragged into the suite

“Its the big day - your gym is finally open’

Alex looked up from his plate of fried food, snapping out of his feeding loop. 

Mr Gordo chuckled to himself as he saw the fat boy quickly climb to his feet - using the table to lift his obese frame up, it was obvious the boy hadn’t been adhering to his diet plan, he was more rotund than ever, a couple of months sure he could have dropped  the weight and return tho his former glory but  now  asMr Gordo  saw  as Alex  try to composed himself wiping the crumbs of his mouth and fat folds - the boy was a last hope.

“Ah finally, about time I get this diet in action - huh’

“Yes right as rain once again boy - and  I’m sure you’ll be eager to see your new additions to your gym’

Alex was more than eager- finally it was time to shift these pesky pounds he thought as he trailed behind Mr Gordo milkshake in hand slurping up the remnants.

“Now boy I think you will happy with these changes won’t you’ My Gordo laughed eyeing up Alex’s protruding paunch  that entered doors before he did.

Alex was jaw-smacked for a spilt section, have the gym was filled with state of the art gym equipment - sleek and modern but this wasn’t what captured his attention the most. The other halve of the room had all its gym equipment torn out and instead replaced with rows of worldly food carts built into the wall. He quickly  lost all attention of the gym equipment as he waddled past them and went straight to the stalls. The moment he stepped across the barrier, the stall manned with robotic animatronic came  to life, the Chinese stand in particular started buzzing and churning until finally it produced a plate piled high with thick oily noodles coated in sweet and sour chicken

“What ….. how did it ….’

“Know exactly what you were hankering for - my boy, you can call it magic but I like to call it science’

As Alex reached out and grabbed the dish and plopped down on the extremely comfortable sofas - Mr Gordo went on..

“This sensors can detect whatever you want by the moment you enter this doors - think of it as a treat for entering the gym Alex’

“Not that you need one - right Mr Athlete ’

Alex nodded his head his mouth full of Chinese 

“Now I’ll leave you be - I think France is cooking up something over there’

Alex happily agreed turning his head to see  his fresh crepes being made

And so Alex’s cut commenced, sure he had some extra weight to his frame but with his gym back he would easily drop the pounds, and it was certainly time. He couldn’t keep the facade up much longer - his was definitely in dire need for the gym, he couldn’t remember the last time he could see feet as the mound of stomach blocked his view - everywhere he looked he found fat upon fat . And when he explored his growing body at night caressing  his hands over his thick thighs and feeing his moobs fat - he hated how turned on he got thinking about how Adam  touched  him there . This lifestyle was dangerous and it had to go - he couldn’t even recognise himself in the mirror, his face had softened out filled with chub from his triple chins and chubby cheeks. He looked like those fat fucks he used to see in the gym  struggling to hit a minute of cardio,, now that he was in their shoes he could easily see why. Being fat was tiring, waddling around the suite all day was hard work, not to forgot how lethargic he was now, he broke sweats trying to get out of bed and often need Unit to fully get him up, he was just so heavy especially with the gut of his.

But all this had to go and today was  where it started. Or so he thought, the moment he stepped though the gym doors determined to burn the fat  the sound of the robotic chefs whizzing about quickly broke the silence and it wasn’t long till the smell of fresh cooked food filled the gym luring him away from the equipment. Most days he could barley get a rep in with the smell taunting him and it was so easy to quit after all he had to do was waddle to the other side of the room.  Besides working out was just so tedious not to mention embarrassing as he felt squeezed into the already comically large weight machines, he just couldn’t righting to urge to stuff his face with the pain of working out. His  willpower  just wasn’t strong enough to continually  face the smell of fresh Belgian waffles, or crispy batter of fish and chips or  the fresh Italian  over grilled pizzas.

 His gym sessions may have started out with him struggling to lift various weights and gasping for breath on treadmills but they quickly morphed to him instead struggling to finish all the worldly treats  as he stomach continually was pushed to its limits  and  him gasping for breathe as he waddled back to the stalls for more food And it wasn’t long that he gave up altogether officially too weak to fight his stomach desire  called to be fed.

Alex quickily returned to his gluttony the cut was always delayed till the next day then the next week and then the next month, he was a man lost to his own hunger for food, he became an eating machine time passed freely months flew by and Alex paid them no attention as long as Unit filled his plate high and Adam made deep chocolaty love to him he was content.

The curve of his belly continued to grow as the months flashed pass, day by day the copious amounts of calories latched themselves to Alex wide frame, Alex couldn’t even fight back in fact he was happy to continue pigging out. He was engorged in his food he didn’t’  even notice or care how at dinners he demanded more and more, how machines soon acted like convey belts bringing him more and more food and  how his mobility was slowly eroding away as he piled his plate higher and higher. Alex payed little attention to how getting out of bed now always required the strong pull from Unit or how he now he head to squeeze through door ways where his fat filled out frames, or the fact his body was quickly outgrowing his suite. Once built for an athletic stud, furniture buckled under Alex’s bloated body, mirrors failed to to encompass his rotound frame, Vr head sets barely squeezed  unto his head and not  to mention the shower  could no longer  fit Alex in any way at all . Alex simply payed these no attention, simply grunting as he shoved his fat through doorways and  burping as he squished his doughy arse unto too  small chairs too pre-occupied by whatever food was laid out in front of him.

Mr Gordo of course was happy to help, surprising Alex every day with more and more changes - wider doorways, reinforced toilets and the biggest addition of all a people mover made just for Alex. To save the walk to the spas and dinner, although Mr Gordo had to admit the last addition was mainly for him  - their walks to dinner had become a tedious chore for him as Alex’s pace regressed to a snails pace constantly waddling behind him. It was oblivious all of Alex’s energy was now reserved for eating  dnd as they sat at dinner Mr Gordo couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw Alex ravenously stuff his face. 

Mr Gordo  had had the front row seat of Alex’s decent to gluttony and he marvelled to remember how the mountainous mound of fat infant of  him had the once been a  handsome muscular cocky young man, who now had long passed Mr Gordo’s own weight and was soaring past it. The boy had definitely  learned his lesson it had  only took a couple  hundreds of pounds of fat to him to squeeze it out of, and he reached over to butter his rolls the boy was oblivious to how he was weight his weight  in research, Alex’s appetite was  priceless to Mr Gordo and  he needed Alex fatter  and he needed it now.

Mr Gordo saw little need to mention to Alex how a year had passed since the amended contact the boy was happy what was the need to disturb that. And besides Mr Gordo even questioned with Alex could ever even return to pre-factory life, Alex had lost himself to his uncontraollable appetite and the boy dint even care. The once energetic jock was rolled out of him to make away for all the fat he had piled under his body, the boy was even losing his own basic mobility becoming a caricature of a fatty. And Mr Gordo was happy to aid, drawing up new amendments, a new suite with bigger frames once built to accommodate its obese inhabitants all designed around Mr Gordo’s breakthrough the People Mover. It was prefect Alex barely had to leave it all, he could sleep in it, be washed in it, eat in it - it was ingenius, sure Alex left it for small parts of the day but as Mr Gordo modified it those hours quickly shortened. And of course it was all worth it, just has he had hoped Alex was ballooning he was helpless to it, the more he used the fatter he got the fatter he got the harder it was to move making him use it even more.  Allowing Mr Gordo to pry off even more data now especially from a sedentary blob of fat, the people mover was built to contain up to 500lbs of fat and Mr Gordo wanted to make sure not a lbs was wasted.

But unbeknownst  to Mr Gordo design wasn’t immune to Adam’s ever growing inception, it wasn’t long till Adam was able to momentarily take over the people mover to get even closer to Alex and more importantly Alex’s fat.  Adam was growing smarter and smarter by the day and with it so did  its fascinating in Alex, when the two were alone Adam caressed, and stoked and kneaded every once of Alex - it was memorised by Alex’s organic blubbery  frame. Alex was its play thing and Adam couldn’t get enough 

Unfortunately for Alex, the danger of being  trapped between an inverters desire for research and profit to a robot  deep  fascination of  its lovers organic shape and roundness was unknown to him . But nor would it have had  much effect on him - he  was happy to eat and oblivious to the dangers his expansive body was leading him to 

Chapter 8 Part 1

This was bad, worse than bad, as Alex laid there in bed, wriggling and squirming under his own weight he was stuck by his body or more precisely his fat. Pushing off his sleep apnea mask Alex struggled to do much else, he had woken in the middle of the night thirsty. But as he laid there he could barely lift himself up in bed let alone get some water. Struggling to bend his chins he could barely see the culprit past his ample moobs - which was of course  his  large mountainous gut ballooned out  and weighing him down. He couldn’t move he tried bending with his arms but as they’re jiggled and wobbled as he tried to hoist himself up he knew there were no match for his massive stomach. How had he let himself go so badly, this was dire but he was stuck Unit was in night mode essentially dead to the world till the earlier hours of the morning. He gave it one last heave but it was useless, rolling was no better he was a like a whale on land completely harpooned by its own weight, his chubby arms frailed by his side desperately trying to grab anything - but deep down he knew it was pointless what could he even grab to shift the hundreds of pounds that were piled onto his body.  And the worst part about it these whole situation was turning him on, since the moment he felt pinned down by his own lard he felt his dick come to life pulsing  as it hit the fat of his underbelly, he couldn’t even relief himself if he tried as his arms were not even able to reach around his obese body. He was stuck like this until unit rebooted in the morning, making his dick throb even harder and that’s when it hit him. Adam 

Adam was always waiting, time to put it to the test, 

“Adam’ he yelled at the top of his fat covered lungs could 

‘Adam Adam’ he continued but it proved useless , I guess even super computers need their down time.

But then the whizzing sound of metals filled the room , and the sound of a door opening - he was saved at least he thought  he was, with his view still blocked by his gut.

“My Alex - what a situation you have gotten yourself into’ came Adam’s deep voice 

“Why I think I even found it what to do you call it - amusing’

But seeing Alex continue to frail Adam knew it was no time for jokes - instead it heaved Alex up in bed delivering the water without even be said.

Finally after a couple of seconds of Alex gulping the water down 

“Fuck Adam look at me, what have I done to  myself’

“What’d you mean - you shape is more perfection, I couldn’t design it better by myself - and here let me’

Adam said quickly relieving Alex’s throbbing member 

“Adam look at me though’ Alex let out in-between pants 

“I can barely function’ 

Adam was taken back at this - but upon detecting the struggle in Alex’s voice it knew Adam was serious

“This has to stop’ Alex continued 

“I’m more fat than man - I mean look at you body that was designed after mine’

Adam detected this more comparing his sleek muscular metal bodies to Alex’s rolls of fat 

“I know you deeply attached to all this’ Alex said slapping a vad of fat 

“But it has to go’

Adam was speechless - the smartest robot in the world for a spilt second didn’t know what to say but when it sensed Alex’s frustration it knew it had to put it fascinating beside. 

“I understand completely’ Adam finally let out after a prolonged silence

“Thank you - now come give me a belly massage while you still can’ chuckled Alex as the robotic man laid beside him in bed

In the morning Adam was gone leaving a message about his functions in the factory, and Adam began his day ready for the change. His people remover laid unused as Alex waddled  his fat body to the bathroom it certainly wasn’t easy but it was start, at breakfast despite the  towering plates of  breakfast food  he restrained  himself to one plate  only and in the gym he didn’t give up  as he shifted his fat body under the machines and  broke  a long needed well-deserved sweat as he shifted weights. It wasn’t much but it was a start- snacks were limited and plates were unfinished Alex was serious he needed to get his life in charge. 

The people mover reared its head for dinner, even Alex knew his own weakness but at dinner he restricted himself to only one helping of seconds a stark contrast to his usual diet. Mr Gordo chalked this up to the fat boy filling himself on food all day and being too stuffed to move, but when dessert rolled around and Alex failed to touch his desert he knew something was up 

‘My dear boy - in the 3 years you  have sat across me you’ve never not touched desert’

“Yes I know’ Adam replied  as he fought the desire to stuff his face full of chocolate 

“Whatever is the matter - that sweet tooth of yours missing huh my dear boy’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he prodded Alex ’s fat rolls

‘You don’t get to that’s size by missing dessert - you know’

“That’s exactly the point - no more …. I just can’t, I’m a whale I’m too fat to barely move by myself, this has to stop I have to stop myself before I get too large that I can’t’

“Why my boy I.. …’ Mr Gordo was speechless he had to think of something fast the boy was stuck in his desire- the lack of food and raised movement would tamper his experiments but what was he going to do.  But then he chuckled to himself  it was obvious, here sat infant of him was  a man  once fit and muscular now struggling to keep his fat arse on a chair all because of one thing - Chocolate 

“Why me dear boy - if that’s so’

Alex nodded his head - as much as his  thick double chin would allow him to do so

“How about this - one final sweet, delicious, scrumptious treat’

As Alex’s eye opened - Mr Gordo knew the pig was caught

‘To end all vacation with my factory best product - how about one last trip to the finest chocolate on this planet’ as he pointed his stick to the deep gurgling hot chocolate lake

Alex turned his chubby head to the side - he had only ever drank straight from the chocolate lake once and it was glorious - so much so  that he  had nearly fallen in but no he shouldn’t,  shouldn’t he 

‘Tick tock boy the offer won’t last forever’

No he shouldn’t this was not what he needed, did he not  remember this morning struggling under his own weight harpooned

’10’

But he was so hungry, he stomach growled 

‘9”

He had barely eaten today and he was ravenous 

‘8’

No show restraint- he had to  do this was one long journey and today was the start

‘7’

But oh well how bad could one mouthful be 

‘6’

Deep chocolate rich, bubbling hot 

‘5”

He couldn’t fight it no more, he needed that chocolate - his cut could wait a day 

‘4’

He had no time, he had to run, a foreign concept to him know, his belly was like a pendulum weighing him down and his arms rubbed in fat as he tried to pick up momentum, 

‘3’

He hadn’t run this fast in a long time, and he was sure paying for it, all over he wobbled and trembled as his swollen legs did the best they could - but it wasn’t enough. It all happened so fast  as his  came crashing down his mountainous gut weighing him down, but he couldn’t stop there 

‘2’

Mr Gordo couldn’t believe his eyes, in front of him he saw the once mighty athlete  was now crawling  on his knees towards his lake of fat. His fat voluptuous arse swinging  side to side as the fatty desperately crawled to the river

‘1’

He wasn’t going to make it, but  when the smell of the chocolate hit him like a dump truck, he was hypnotised he couldn’t fight it if he wanted - he needed that chocolate now 

And as the final ‘0’ left Mr Gordo’s mouth, Alex’s felt his  lips touch the deep brown chocolate, he gulped it done - it was so velvety and smooth and  as he felt the hot chocolate enter his body straight to his stomach he found a hunger inside of him. One mouthful wasn’t enough he needed more and more, like a pig at a tough, Alex drank the chocolate with a burning passion  deep inside of him, more and more  he needed it. It wasn’t long till he was head first into the chocolate, sucking it all up, only coming up for air. And as he gulped mouthful after mouthful of chocolate he didn’t hear the slow clapping coming from Mr Gordo nor did he notice his body shift closer and closer to edge. He needed the chocolate and thats all that mattered, he didn’t see Adam approach the situation and be deactivated  by Mr Gordo, all he needed was chocolate. He paid no attention to his massive body edging  more and more into the chocolate - how his whole head to he his shoulders were  soon buried in chocolate.  How his moobs now dangled done over the edge dipping into the hot  chocolate, or most importantly how his arms had started to quiver under their lack of muscle failing to keep holding him as he dived  deeper and deeper into the brown chocolate

And then it happened, his gut was the final straw, losing his balance as his head was deep in chocolate, as he tried to lift up for air he just couldn’t, he was struggling to breathe his arms were not  strong enough and the slippery chocolate didn’t help

He was going to drown, under his now weight, all he saw was chocolate and as he opened his mouth only more chocolate poured in - he was in deep danger 

‘Here let me’ chuckled Mr Gordo - Alex thought he could hear from the surface expecting a helping tug out to save him from a chocolatey death 

Instead Alex felt a  kick on in his right buttock , it certainly wasn’t strong but it was enough to make him finally lose his balance, no longer could he support the mountains of fat slapped unto his body - he was falling like a weight straight into the deep hot chocolate river.

Splash !!!

All of Alex’s fat body fell straight in, maybe a couple of hundred of pounds ago Alex would have been able to keep himself above the chocolate, but now as he kicked and squirmed it was all too much his fat heavy body and is diminished excerise capacity resulted in one thing, a sinking ship

Laughter filled the room as Alex tried desperately to support his heavy body 

‘My boy look at you struggle, ha I could watch this all day’

What was Mr Gordo saying, he was on the cusp of drowning here 

‘Looks like someone packing on the pounds my boy - 552 to be precise from you last measurement’

552lbs there was no way, Alex weighed all that but as he felt his fat gut continually weighing him down the hot  reality sank in 

‘And my goodness Alex, your transformation has definitely been entertaining to watch, I mean look at you, you can barley give that fat head of yours above the chocolate’

“ You my boy where once an all star American athlete, winning scholarships and trophies  alike and now you can’t even keep that bloated body of yours from sinking’

Mr Gordo was right, and Alex didn’t think he could go on much longer, he was just too heavy and his chubby arms and legs were growing weaker and weaker’

“And even now, when your on the edge of death you cant’t keep that sweet tooth of yours at bay - huh my boy’

Alex grunted, as the chocolate filled his mouth and he swallowed it piggishly

“My my my what has your  dirty appetite gotten you into’

Where the last words Alex could hear as his head slipped under the chocolate 

The cold metal arms of Adam, soiled around Alex as he sank deeper and deeper, it wasn’t easy but Alex’s blubbery body was slowly hauled out of the chocolate, he was saved.

Expecting Adam’s reassuring glare and words, he was instead met with a lifeless Adam once all of his 500lbs was hauled under solid ground

‘What expecting your love machine to save, my my my Alex those days are over, Adam prepare the final operation’

And just like that like a puppet Adam raced around the room pushing  buttons and flicking switches 

“Mr Gordo please let me go’

‘My dear boy, why on earth would I do that the second part of this experiment is about to commence’

Alex was sacred, but even worse he was immobile, bloated with chocolate and exhausted from his near death experience, he could barely move a muscle let alone run

‘You see my dear boy, while you’ve been stuffing you face day in day out for the last 3 years now - I’ve been collecting priceless research’

Alex had no idea where this was going but he didn’t like the sound of it, but as  he wriggled and squirmed on the floor  he knew he wasn’t going anyway fast

‘Every chocolate you stuffed down that fat endless mouth of yours was precisely engineered, every smoothie, every meal every desert !!! My dear boy was made just for your taste buds’

“At every second of day Unit was collecting date from you, your hormones, your sensations your lust’ Mr Gordo went on chuckling to himself as he saw Alex squirm on the floor

‘You’ve been the prefect specimen, the star athlete primed with muscles, I learned exactly what made you tick - what made you crave more and more, and served it straight back to you’

‘And not just you my dear boy, it’s been quite some time since you’ve stepped outside haven’t you - but I’ve give you a spoiler, I’m everywhere, all over this damn country My chocolate bars are in every house, gym, and store this side of the sun - all thanks to you’

“I started first with the gyms, free vending machines stocked to the brim with your favourite chocolate, and it wasn’t long till ever bro and chad in that place was sporting a spare tire’

“You body was the perfect blank canvas - and your little sweet tooth was the perfect cherry on the cake, I mean look at you even know your licking the chocolate of your fingers - hungry for more’

‘Master - the people mover is ready’ came Adam cold voice 

‘Excellent get the pig ready’

Like a soldier, Adam acted swiftly and ruthlessly straight to Adam dragging  his obese frame closer and closer to the people-mover

“Ah get of of me’ Alex cried out fruitlessly

But Adam didn’t stop, until All of Adam was planted straight unto his chair

“Ahh what do you want from me - seems like’ve you’ve already got everything’’

‘Ah my dear boy, that catchall question, and to be honest you’ve stumped me - at first it was simple get a jock in pump him full of chocolate and watch as the sales skyrocket when his porky body waddles out my factory doors - the perfect ad’

‘But you my dear boy,’ Mr Gordo said as he approached Alex 

“Just had to keep eating and eating !!’

“ See No one gets to these size without being a pig, my boy’ Chucked My Gordo as he grabbed Alex’s rolls

“I have  yet so much to learn about you - what are the limits of the human body, when does your appetite ever stop and who can forgot …….   how big  can you get, so got comfortable my boy your not going anywhere’ Mr Gordo finally proclaimed flicking the final switch 

Alex could only see as his fate enrolled infant of him - too weighed down by his swollen gut to do anything. 

Metal loops trapped his arms and legs, a wide metal metal wrapped around his frame, his head was pulled back and his jaw done, and then finally a long conveyor  belt spurted from the walls. At first nothing came as it gruntled to life, bring only nothingness from the dark void it came from, but then to Alex’s despair it started, plates and and plates of food started slowly rolling towards him.

He tried to fight it but it availed no use as the cold metal strengthen  around his body, and when the food came he  has even more merciless trapped by the machine he he could was beg 

‘Please Mr Gordo, let me go’

“Ah that’s the sweetest part my dear boy, I own you. Now Open up !!’

And Alex was helpless as Mr Gordo shoved the first chocolate cake slice down his throat, and left Adam to do  the rest 

Chapter 8 Part 2 

This was his life now, to eat, Alex couldn’t tell how much time passed all he knew that he had to eat. Day in and day he  didn’t leave the people mover as it transported him  around his prison - he slept in it, he bathed in  it he watched tv in it, and when it  was time  it carried him to the chocolate room  for was eating sessions, where he ate for hours at a time with no breaks and no rest. He didn’t know the last time  he had  even seen Mr Gordo but he knew he was always watching from somewhere, watching his  hours of limitless feasting It was an endless cycle, broken up by rare appearances of Adam who scanned and measured him, immune to his cry for help and love.

At first he had tried to fight the machine, but his struggles proved fruitless these attempts soon thistled   out, worsened by his growing hunger, even as he ate more and more his appetite never ceased to grow he was trapped by it. He hankered to be fed, it wasn’t long till he felt like an eating machine, it was his sole purpose the hours and hours of chocolate broke him he submitted to the machines ready to eat and stuff his face.

And so as he ate more and more he continued to blossom in size, he was becoming fatter and fatter by the day and he was powerless to it, he felt his bum grow in size as he sat on it day in and day out, his limb were becoming heavier and heavier weighing him down on the sides , and of course there was his gut. What 6 pac abs once occupied now was a the site of his ever growing  gut. It knew no boundaries and showed now restraints, Alex couldn’t even see around, if it wasn’t for its pressing weight on his thighs and legs he wouldn’t even know they were there. Every day it seemed to be growing always bloated and constantly rising pushing his man tits higher and higher until they were crushing against his neck - it was his prison within his prison.

 New features had to be constantly  installed to the people mover to accommodate Alex’s growing weight, platforms installed to keep his gut from crushing  his legs but even these were buckling. Alex’s body showed no signs of slowing down  and his people movie built to withstand up to 700lbs was soon struggling  to match its host weight just kept rising  but alas as it slowed down and needed for maintenance Alex simply paid it not attention - instead he was more invested in the food heading towards him.

“Why why why - my boy look at how you’ve grown’ Mr Gordo bellowed as he approached the mass of flesh in the chocolate room 

Alex could barely respond he was too engrossed in his food to respond, his time in the people mover had drained him all he cared about was food and keeping his stomach full

‘My my, the research these last hundred of pounds have provided has been marvellous by dear boy’

Alex only grunted in response to busy to even care

“And it looks with you finally entering 4 figures we are gonna need to upgrade that chair of yours’

4 figures !! -  What how was this possible, the thought of continuing his meal grew sour on him, 1000lbs pounds - could he even move 

“Not to worry, my dear boy, look’ve what I’ve brought you’

Alex stained his head as much as his fat neck could let him, as Adam rolled out the new people mover - It was massive - was he really that big

‘Now don’t worry my boy, I know those tubby little legs of yous are no use to you now and Im sure you won’t be running of would you now’ 

Chuckled Mr Gordo as Alex’s restraints  were turned down 

 With a Whoosh!!, the iron belt retreated and Alex felt his hundreds of pounds of fat be free, and to his dismay Mr Gordo was right he could barely move weighed down by the seer mass of his own body he was immobile 

“ Ahh looks like this not so little piggy has finally bitten off more than he can chew - huh my boy. Adam !!help our subject to his new device’

 How could he continue like this, he couldn’t let Mr Gordo win, this was his chance to end this gluttonous madness -  and he had to seize it 

“Chocolate’ he grunted 

“What’s  was that my dear pig’

“Chocolate’ Alex let out  trying to heave his  stubby arm to point  to the  brown oozing lake

‘Ah I see seems like someone hasn’t learnt their lesson- but so be it, here let me pig’ Mr Gordo willingly acted,  marvelled in this opportunity to push his fattened pig into the lake once  again.

With Adam in one hand and Mr Gordo in the other, the towering mass of fat that was Alex was slowly rolled and pushed  to the chocolate. Adam of course doing most go the heavy lifting to heave Alex gigantic body to the lake while Mr Gordo stroked and prodded the layers of Alex

“Here you are my boy - drink up’ My Gordo said instruction Adam to drop Alex to the floor 

And as he was laid on the edge in arms r each for chocolate Alex and to fight ever urge in his body to drink up the dark tempting chocolate that had lead to down this pathway of immobility  instead he grunted as tried with all his might to use all of his energy to roll his behemoth body to the side tripping an unexpected Mr Gordo straight in, and as he laid there panting and his side unable to move the sound of Mr Gordo struggling in the chocolate lake was music to his ears

‘AHHHHHHH’

‘My boy - ahh  You’re gonna pay this to fat waste of space - get me out of here!!!’

“Ada….’

But as My Gordo went to call for Adam’s help, he was met with the deep dark  chocolate of his own creation, it was just so good - having never been granted access to this from Unit, he had no resistance to its deep heavy taste. He couldn’t help himself, he swelled more and more, with each mouthful only making him crave it more and more, he drank more and more while his body grew heavier and heavier. But he couldn’t break the cycle to call for Adam, he was too distracted by the chocolate - he didn’t notice his limbs growing weaker and weaker or how his legs couldn’t hold him up for much longer, until it was to late.

And as Alex heard the splattering sound die out to the empty hum of the chocolate room he knew it was over. But he too was stuck, under the thousands pounds of fat stuck to his body, he couldn’t wiggle himself out of it - how long could  he last like this, the weight if of all his   fat was crushing down on him and he could barely breath. 

“Adam ‘ he yelled in his final breath as it all went dark.

He didn’t wake as Adam pulled his heavy body of the ground, or when Adam placed him in his new mover neither when Adam gave him the kiss of life, but when the smell of chocolate entered his nose and the taste of chocolate entered his mouth - Alex gasped to life to see Adam feeding him one last time 

‘Alex you’ve alive !!” Gasped Adam hugging the mountain of a man 

“Adam you’ve back’ Alec couldn’t tell whether  he was happier about the taste of chocolate in his mouth of the fact Adam was back 

‘From my records,  it appears Mr Gordo had some control over me for approximately 7 months and 2 days and 4 minutes’

“You’ve losing me’

“Let me how ……. do I say cut this short….  when Mr Gordo was  ….how do  I saw disposed  of - his connection and control over me was severed’

“So you back’

“Im more than the back and look at you it seems I have a lot of you to catch  up on’ Adam asserted towering over the 1000 lbs of Adam 

“You certainly do’ Alex couldn’t help but smirk as he Adam took in all of him only distracted by the sound of his stomach growling food food 

“Adam you wouldn’t happen to be able to get lunch ready - I just haven’t eaten anything in a hour or so’

“Happily, I am after all at your service”

The end

[missheavenfield1215]

Gideon really loves Mabel??

A while ago, I wondered this... Because while I was debating with my brother about the couple that Dipper deserved (if Pacifica for the comics or Wendy for the chemistry between the two)

At that moment I remembered that Mabel was never presented with a worthwhile romance... I mean Mermando was a wonderful choice, but he's already married (unfortunately) and my brother corrected me by telling me that Gideon is the "partner" Mabel needed to meet.

I thought my brother was joking... I didn't think he was talking about the same kid who tried to sabotage/murder Stan and Dipper (and even Mabel herself) just because she didn't want to be his "Queen"...

But he told me that in reality, if Gideon worked as a parallel to Dipper where Gideon never had someone to shut up his damn ego. Dipper had Mabel, who functions as the heart and Dipper is the mind and reason. (Mabel made him prioritize human contact and the heart over the ego)

Gideon only had his father (we don't know what really happened with his mother), who actually fed his ego and never brought him down to earth. When they first met, I thought he loved her superficially and when she refused to be with him, then Gideon lost his mind and started seeing her as a whim or a trophy he had to win. (yes, exactly what Alex said about Dipper and Wendy).

At no point in the second season do we see Gideon with a charge of conscience or with a real desire to improve. That's when we guess that Gideon most likely asked Bill to lock Mabel in the Bubble, (probably because Bill promised not to hurt her when the Weirdmaggedon started). But we also learned that NO ONE, not even Gideon, had entered the Bubble.

That's the strange thing, if Gideon was truly evil and not just a spoiled child, he would have entered the Bubble with every intention of blackmailing Mabel. Something like "If you won't be my queen, then I can get you out of here" or "If you don't want to be mine, then I'll visit your brother or uncle, Bill will be happy to see them."

But no, Gideon preferred to keep Mabel unspoiled and ignorant of the horrible chaos outside. As if keeping her safe was his priority instead of making her "pay for her rejections."

When Dipper talks to Gideon, he tells him that Mabel doesn't love him because he's selfish, but that he can change that and if Mabel were there, how would she want him to act?

And that's when Gideon asks if Mabel knows about the sacrifice he was about to make. Upon getting an answer, Gideon decides he's going to bet his life, and leads his warriors into battle AGAINST BILL, a being MUCH MUCH more powerful than him, just to give Dipper time to save Mabel... Gideon is genuinely in love with Mabel, he just needs a better guide to leave his selfish self behind...

I think Gideon is fully AWARE that a betrayal of the God of Destruction could cost him his life, but he knows that saving Mabel and all of Gravity Falls was something worth trying for.

[connieisthesun]

Wildest Dreams (Conrad fisher x y/n)

You see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Sweaty bodies, the dizzying aroma of alcohol and a pounding remix of trending tiktok audios. It was nothing more or less than an infamous college party.

As a studious individual, I never usually partake in such fickle activities until my best friend Angelina begged me to go the night before as pay back from eating her last packet of instant noodles, what can I say, it was 2am and the hunger hit different!

Aside that as she was partying it up with some ran-do named Allen, Alex? - I didn't catch his name. I was standing in a corner to avoid the excessive grinding of drunken kids, unbeknownst to me a pair of sapphirical diamonds, piercing deeper than a lustful cesspool was the gleaming and most respectful eyes of you guessed it Conrad Fisher. The most sought out guy in college.

Lost in thought, I was quite rudely bumped into a deeply intertwined couple was making their way upstairs to conduct more "business." My legs entangled before me, I tripped and fell into the arms of the infamous fuckboy Jason.

"You don't have to hurt yourself to get my attention"

I quietly revolt in my mouth, who does this guy think he is?'

"Thank you, I was just leaving." I mumble.

"Leaving y/n darling, already? The party just started, why don't you be a good girl and lead the way upstairs." He whispers with fake innocence.

I could not believe he thought I would give my virginity to him, a guy who had the ego of the president but the looks of a furless moleskin rat!

Disgusted, I visibly grimace and attempt to break free of his grasp, before I could do so his hands began sliding its way up my thigh and his hand around my waist tightening ever so slightly. I am frightened, is this really happening?

"Jason!" called a distant figure who's silhouette was only visible to me.

Jason's breathing quickens with his distraughtful presence still looming over me, an air of vindicative energy fills the room.

"Leave her alone, she obviously doesn't want to fuck you or be seen 10 feet within you so leave her the fuck alone before I punch you shitless."

Gob-smacked by this behaviour, you rustle out of Jason's arm's to be met by the warm embrace of the one and only Conrad. Your heart pangs a little as he grips you assuredly.

"Look at me, are you ok? He exclaims.

You begin to speak before-

"I swear to God, just wait until I get my hands on him, hurting a sweet pretty thing like you."

"Conrad! I'm fine - thank you."

"Sorry for overreacting, do you want me to walk you to your apartment for safety y/n" He looks intimately in your eyes as he hopefully awaits a response.

"Yes sure, please. I don't want to have another encounter at a party again!"

"Tell me about it, all guys want these days is sex." You feel relieved that Conrad isn't a misogynistic brat though that's just the bare minmum. You engage in a meaningful conversation on the way home, talking about various topics before your arrive at your front door step.

"Thanks Conrad, it really means a lot to me that you care."

"No problem, I'm here if you need me y/n."

"Wait, how do you know my name, we've never formally met before."

"Lets just say a girl like you no matter the name is unforgettable." He offers a quick smile before muttering goodnight and leaving. As if in a delirious state you clutch your chest and make your way to your bed only to dream about the night you just had and the wildest possibilities of you and Conrad.

Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fic so go easy on me lol but honestly I had to feed you girlies as season 2 has come to a close and conrad fics are slowly disappearing. Let me know if you want a part 2, I'll make sure the parts are more longer and get into the backstory of both y/n and Conrad but for now see you later!

P.S -> I'll add you to my taglist for future content if you comment your name :)

[pastelwitchling]

so like.... you're writing a follow-up to that jealousy thing right? where alex chooses michael and puts the other guy in his place for pretending that he knows alex better than his own husband.... right? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼(please please please with a cherry on top)

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              Alex shook his head, chuckling as he pulled a sweater over his head. He’d told Scott that Kyle had already brought breakfast over, but his old friend had insisted on taking him out for their traditional fudge muffin. Alex was already full, if he was being honest, but he never could say no to Scott’s sparkling blue eyes.

              His smile slowly dimmed as he caught his reflection in the mirror. He hoped his love for his friend wasn’t bothering his husband. He’d never taken Michael’s jealousy very seriously because he knew Michael felt, deep down, how special he was to Alex and how impossible it would be for Alex to love anyone else.

              And, a small part of Alex confessed shyly, he had to admit that he really liked Michael jealous over him. He’d spent so long questioning what he meant to the cowboy, if he meant anything at all, so to know that a single interaction with someone who was essentially his brother had Michael seething . . . well, Alex wasn’t above an ego boost every now and then.

              Still, it had all always been in good fun. Michael knew Alex loved him more than anything, and Alex knew he knew that. And yet, Alex hadn’t failed to see Kyle’s own discomfort around Scott, and that was fairly new. Alex loved Michael’s possessiveness, but not if it was actually bothering him. Kyle’s own jealousy shifted everything, however. If even Kyle was jealous, then maybe Alex needed to be a little more careful. At least until he could make Michael see that Scott was nothing more than an old friend, a sibling who understood an aspect of his life that no one else in his little circle of friends could really claim to.

              As he pulled his boots on, Alex’s resolve was set. Until he could help Michael understand the value of that kind of bond that only comes between military buddies, or at least begrudgingly accept it, he would keep his hands to himself.

              “Okay,” Alex called as he returned to the living room, “you guys ready to . . . uhhh, guys?”

              Alex had stopped outside the hall, looking between Michael and Kyle who were both openly seething at an unwitting Scott.

              “Hey, cutie!” Scott slung an arm over Alex’s shoulders. “You ready to go?”

              “Uh,” Alex said again, still eying his husband warily. “S-Sure?” He thoughtlessly stepped out of Scott’s hold to take Michael’s face in his hands, relief only kicking in once Michael’s jaw finally unclenched. "You okay, baby?”

              Michael searched Alex’s face and forced his lips into a tight smile. “Yeah,” he said almost snappishly, then his eyes softened at the brush of Alex’s thumb against his cheekbone, and he repeated, gentler this time, “Yeah, I’m great. You’re hungry, right?”

              Alex hummed, glancing over his shoulder at Scott who was happily showing a very tense Kyle pictures of him and Alex from their military days on his phone.

              “Not really,” he quietly confessed to his husband. “But Scott gets really excited about these muffins, so I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

              Something in Michael’s eyes flickered, and his brows pinched. “Really?”

              Alex shrugged, sheepish. He tilted his head, concern tightening the corner of his lips. He remembered his promise to himself and explained, “But I don’t want to go if you’re not up for it. You want us to just hang out here instead?”

              Michael’s frown softened to less of a scowl, and to something more startled and hopeful. “B-But your military buddy—”

              “Will understand,” Alex said at once. “I mean, Scott’s important to me, but no one comes before you.” He said it like it was obvious, because he hoped it was. He slid a hand around to the nape of Michael’s neck, gripping the curls there and tugging just enough to anchor Michael, the way he knows Michael liked when his thoughts tried to scare him. “I want whatever you want,” he said honestly.

              The words seemed enough to dissipate the tension in Michael’s shoulders, his anger and frustration replaced with sheepish, shy joy. His smile widened before he bit his lower lip, hesitant. “I mean,” he mumbled, taking Alex’s hips in his hands and caressing his hip bone. “I don’t want you to lose time with your military friend.” He nodded slowly, as though to himself. “I saw you were”—he cleared his throat—“having fun talking to him. And it’s not like he’s staying long.”

              Michael’s expression suddenly turned serious. “He’s not staying long, right?” Alex fought a laugh and shook his head. Michael wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in against him regardless, and shrugged a shoulder. “Then yeah, y-you shouldn’t waste your time with your buddy.” His smile dimmed. “Long as he knows who’s sitting next to you in the booth.”

              Alex bit his lower lip at the embarrassed blush in Michael’s cheeks, and looked over his shoulder again at Kyle, who was narrowing his eyes at Scott like he genuinely couldn’t tell if he was trying to piss him off on purpose or not.

              “I don’t think Kyle will love those seating arrangements,” he said mildly.

              Michael scoffed, nuzzling Alex’s neck, his brows furrowed, and Alex felt like it was less to feel him up and more to help himself breathe properly. “Who cares? No one else is getting you.”

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Happy malex Monday ❤️

[blorbocedes]

perhaps this is me being shallow and i’m not trying to insinuate that every driver on the grid has to be gunning for a wdc but i don’t understand why anyone would turn down a rb contract at this stage? i mean if the rumours about alex refusing the seat are true i just… idk i know he’s been personally victimised by helmut marko before and been through the rb ringer but he’s a much better much more skilled and experienced driver right now and if it were me i’d personally want to test my skills against max. rb is the most coveted seat right now, it’s an opportunity to get regular podiums and even wins if max messes up or you’re simply faster. i don’t enjoy this “running from a fight” mentality (not saying that’s what alex is doing rn cause ofc there are other things at play) and it is in fact one of the reasons ****** sorta fell out of my favour. anyway i hope this makes sense haha not a native speaker, and not trying to be rude i just… don’t get it. i had similar thoughts about lando before, when horner said they’d talk to lando and then he’d only use that as leverage in his mclaren contracts. but baffling to me to come all the way to f1 after dedicating your life to it and then just going “nah” when you have the chance to be in the best car cause the other might be better than you. i mean when max got to rb daniel was the guy who had just pulverised 4-time wdc vettel, and you didn’t see him hesitte to jump in the car mid-season

when you sign a redbull contract now, you know you're effectively going to play second driver until 2028. yes Alex is a more complete driver now and would prob fare much better vs Max now, but he's also been through the RBR ringer like you said. going back would mean adjusting to an entirely new car while Max has only driven redbulls, AND getting scrutinised 2x because of his prev performance. anything below p2 is considered underperforming in the best car, and that's a lot of pressure and ofc your ego having to handle being "Max's bitch." pulling a rosberg against a generational talent is not easy. at Williams alex is personally more involved and treated as team leader and the car has improved from being the worst back marker to a solid midfielder, with Alex outdriving it.

also. job security in f1 is notoriously limited with 20 seats and rookies from f2 vying to get in. let's say alex goes to RBR. he either has to hope they let him drive until 2028 and finally get a shot at the championship (if 2026 regulations don't turn it into a junk box) and no second driver is getting a 5 year contract. Valtteri went from the best car to a backmark/midfielder. He's not even in question when silly season rolls around for the Ferraris and Bulls, despite being a solid second driver who picked off wins when Lewis dnf'd. they might scout him for Audi because they need an experienced driver for development. your career moving from the best car can only go Down. Alex already had a year off from f1 as a reserve driver when RB booted him, whatever choices he makes -- it'll be with a long term goal in mind.

Alex has said recently that if the Williams doesn't improve, he will look at other options -- as he should! He's being scouted by multiple teams. The improvements of the Aston Martin and even Mclaren have shown absolute backmarkers can become podium contending cars within a season! you'd prefer to succeed with a team that knows you and will accommodate to you than a top team where you're expected to play someone else's defense. Which brings me to lando. Lando is in the curious case Max was in 2017/18, where all the top teams were courting him. He had offers from Ferrari and Merc, while nobody knew if the RB Honda deal would work, and the RB was DNFing every other race. redbull convinced max to stay, that they'll develop the car around him and they will become a top team. I'm sure mclaren is doing the same to lando, that's the only team he's driven for and he's getting paid Very Well, the team principal is literally invested in his business, and they started this season around p19/p20, and finished it on podium. the results are there, why would he move to rbr to pick off max's crumbs?

do you know who absolutely did run from a fight? daniel. bc RB had no outright driver hierarchy in 2018, they literally stated they wanted to win a championship with daniel -- but max was too much of a rising star and daniel dipped, leaving the only team his career had anything notable from.

[skylarsblue]

✞Sacrilege✞

Characters: Alexander Abenthy, Vincent Walker Content: Religious Imagery, cult, mentioned child abuse, smut. Small bit of angst, fluff. Worship kink, primal play (for a little), and you know I had to throw in my cannibalistic metaphors. Pictures from Pinterest, divider by @v6que

Note: These are OCs. Alex: Dark brown curly hair, hickory brown eyes, 5'8", average-slightly-thin build, tan skin. Vincent: Black messy hair, powder blue eyes, 6'5", muscular/bulky build, vampire pale-sickly, even.

Vincent wasn’t meant to be there. He shouldn’t have been, he had no tie to the creation of the complex building made in the image of a church. He had no affiliation with higher beings, or lower ones for that matter. He wasn’t blood, he wasn’t made. He was just left alone at the wrong time, and as he’d developed, he grew into the very traits that were sought for by the self-called “prophet”, Alder Forst. 

A despicable and foul souled man, if he could be considered a man at all. A pathetic coward would be more fitting if honesty were required. But his ego was big, and he had a gift for speech. That’s all he ever really did, all he could do. Talk, and talk, and talk. Frivolously string together words into frilly promises he could never keep, and to souls more naive and desperate for salvation, that was appealing enough. He wasn’t a wolf in a sheep field, that would be too much credit to bestow upon the unholy man of cloth. More like a rabbit eating its young. Prey eating defenseless creatures, the only blood it could spill was the blood of things even smaller than itself. It wasn’t an impressive hunt. It took no skill and it held no righteousness. He didn’t need their bodies for a feast, he just felt he could. So he did.

Vincent was supposed to be a follower, one with a sad backstory Alder could use as a heartwarming salvation tale. He found this young boy on the streets, hungry and dirty, and brought him to the light. Gaze upon another saved soul, he’d proclaim. And Vincent would owe him his life, then listen to every word he said. Even if Alder would easily forget about him.

Well, that was the original plan. But Vincent was stubborn, even if he was only three when he’d been stolen. He didn’t buy into any of it. Not the Bible’s, he read those just fine. He didn’t hate crosses or even dislike the teachings of Jesus. It was only Alder who he seemed to deny.  That could be fixed with time. Children sometimes were defiant, it could be fun sometimes. It didn’t take away from Alder’s image. If anything, sometimes it helped. Not only saving a soul but not giving up when the child was resistant. Persistence was a virtue of patience, as he’d once reassured.

But by the time Vincent was five, Alder noted traits he found…intriguing, for lack of a better word. A less questionable word. Physically, Vincent would clearly grow into a towering figure. He was already so big for his age, even without the nutrition truly required for his growing body. That could prove useful. As could his pension for athleticism and intelligence. But what made Alder so infatuated was simply the boy’s genetics, beyond those “useful” traits. Vincent never liked hearing about it.

Lovely bone structure. Hair always soft to the touch. Skin always smooth and eyes captivating. Burning with a passion of some sort, for life, perhaps.

Alder always said these things with adoration. Spoke about how he’d love to have them in his bloodline, they’d improve his lineage. Things that were spoken like praises made Vincent’s stomach turn, even young, he knew there was something sinister about it. It only strengthened his resolve in being resistant to Alder’s supposed teachings. He’d been constantly planning his escape, however, the one time he tried? Everything went downhill from there. Suddenly, he wasn’t salvageable. Not truly.

“This child is crafted from the hands of sin”, Alder proclaimed. “He is made of everything wretched and his body has been influenced by the devil.”

Vincent was now an example of the evil Alder promised to keep out of the congregation’s lives. He wasn’t seen without being heavily chained, like a rabid animal. Even if he didn’t act that way. Of course, even if they weren’t supposed to, the people asked why they’d keep him at all. He was evil, a minion of the devil. Kill him, slaughter him on the altar, make an example of him. Use his death to show the Devil how they wouldn’t be fooled by youthful cheeks and small bones, show God they wouldn’t fall for such tricks. Alder waived these questions away with a simple response.

“Consider him a long term project. The light of the Lord is powerful, perhaps one day, we could make this demonic child one of God. I ask you all what’s more telling. A sacrifice, or a living example of how potent the Lord’s teachings can be, to transform someone down to the make of their soul.”

They bought it, of course. So, while Vincent was now isolated and despised, he wasn’t harmed. Not unless it was under Alder’s direction. But his face was never seen again. Kept under various masks made specifically for him. Alder made them like gifts, but treated it like a punishment. It was always confusing whether or not Vincent wanted to get them taken off, let himself breathe and feel his skin exposed to the air without restriction. Or if he preferred it on, since every time it was off, it was so Alder could stare at his features like a dog drooling over a bone. Salacious and disgusting. Honestly, Vincent resolved to keep the masks on. However, there were times where he chose to take it off, and that was when Emmett arrived.

Emmett, the blood son of Alder. Therefore, the perfect specimen. He was made of Alder’s DNA, he had to be holy. What was more Godly than the son of the prophet. Alder went on and on about that, just short of calling Emmett the second coming of Jesus. Why he didn’t, Vincent wasn’t sure. Maybe he was actually worried it would finally get him smited for lying.

Regardless, Vincent adored Emmett. He wasn’t sure why he was allowed around the baby, especially since Alder had taught Irene that he was evil, but Vincent never hurt Emmett. He never would’ve dreamed of doing so.  Emmett was the sweetest little baby, and he seemed to enjoy Vincent’s presence far more than his parents. Even if he didn’t know Alder’s reasoning, it was one of the few things he didn’t question.  Lest Alder take the privilege of spending time with the baby away from him. 

Emmett was his family as far as he was concerned. His baby brother.

Emmett was also the only young person in the congregation who didn’t despise or fear him. Even when he tried to be kind. He was allowed to wander the facility, if he was good, of course. He hated being stuck in one place for too long. And while he would’ve preferred lush forests and fields of flowers to roam through, he didn’t have much of a choice. So, he’d “stalk” the halls. Looking for anything to keep his resolve, his aspirations for escape. He wanted freedom and he knew he couldn’t let years of torment break him if he ever wanted to get it. So, he found little things to bring him joy. 

An innocent love of the little peeks of life that would find their way into the colorless concrete was his biggest help. Be it a beetle or a bird. His favorite moment was the day he was able to hold a bird in his hands, feel the softness of its feathers and the warmth from its life. Even if it pecked him before flying away. Even the cut from its beak felt nice, because it wasn’t malicious. He often looked at the little scar it left on his thumb when he couldn’t find any color. 

Ironically, it was color that made the chapel his favorite room in the whole building. Even if he was often subjected to humiliation there. It had a long red carpet, the pews were a dark oak with countless patterns for him to trace. The Bible’s had gold text on their fronts, shiny under the sunlight. It was the only room with such big windows. The rest of the rooms had slits near the ceiling, not enough to look out of, just enough to let light in. But the chapel had stained glass. If Vincent was lucky, he’d get to the room when it was empty and the sun was high, and he could see the floor get bathed in colors. 

One day, when he’d entered the grand room of worship, he was lucky enough to have it empty and to himself. Only, it was raining, meaning the beautiful glass colors he hoped for weren’t possible. He didn’t complain. The sound of the rain on the glass made up for it, he liked storms for the ambiance. He looked at the droplets smacking the windows as he walked down the aisle, only drifting his gaze away when the sight grew boring. He looked around for something else to capture his attention, and he found it quickly. Growing from in between two stones that made up a wall, toward the back, in a corner, was a flower. Or, perhaps it was a weed. Regardless, it was life, and it was colorful.

He carefully picked one of the blossoms and lifted his mask just enough to sniff it. It smelt sweet in the way flowers did, a bit earthy. He pulled his mask back down and adjusted it so he could gaze at it through the eye holes, admiring it. Shades of warm yellows  with little bits of orange  on a long green stem. As he gazed at its shape, he realized he’d seen it drawn before, in a book. One of the few educational ones in the library, one about plants. 

“What are you doing?” A soft voice came from behind him, he stood and turned quickly. He saw a young boy, around his age. Alexander Abenthy, he knew the name well, because the brunet’s father was often one who enjoyed tormenting him. Reginald Abenthy was a similar vein of disgusting as Alder, cruel and egotistical. But, Reginald was just as stupid as the rest of the followers, perhaps more. He followed Alder’s every word. A kiss-ass, to be blunt. 

Alexander didn’t have much of a choice to be fair. Vincent never really held any grudges against the kids his age and younger for hating him. They were being led by corrupt people, people meant to guide them. It was hard to believe any different when everyone around you was telling you something. Alexander had this, though, he was never particularly cruel.

Reginald was a terrible father, unsurprisingly. Vincent had seen Alex getting smacked and scolded for things he hadn’t even done plenty of times. So, when there were times Alexander would denounce him and call him evil, he didn’t really gripe back. Sometimes Vincent had a sassy comment for the adults or Alder, but the kids always got the nicest version of him. Something he knew a lot of children felt confused about. Alex included, it seemed. Vincent hadn’t ever been distinctly nice to him, sure, but he’d been nice enough to get the brunet’s attention.

“I found a flower. See?” Vincent replied, holding up the plant between his fingers. Alexander was far away, picking at his nails as he looked past a mop of brown coils of hair. Alexander swallowed and glanced behind him before he hesitantly took a small step closer. Barely changing the distance between them. “A flower?” Alex asked. Vincent nodded. “It’s a Trumpet Honeysuckle. They’re flowers, they grow in the wild. What makes them special is that they're sweet.” He explained. Alex tilted his head curiously. “You can come closer. I won’t hurt you, promise.” Vincent held up his other hand, to promise. The other boy shook out his hands nervously and spared another long glance over his shoulder. If he was caught talking to Vincent he’d be hurt for sure, but, he walked closer, holding his breath with fear.

When Vincent didn’t move to hurt him, he slowly exhaled, and found a bit of comfort in looking at the flower. “How do you know it’s sweet?” Alexander questioned. “The book I read said so. It’s their nectar.” Vincent dabbed some on his finger to show Alex, who’s face twisted up in confusion. He didn’t know if it was a bad idea or not, but he leaned forward and tentatively touched his tongue to Vincent’s hand. Vincent blinked when Alex leaned back and hummed, seemingly surprised by how he’d been telling the truth. Then, the blue eyed boy snickered quietly. “What?” Alex asked. “You could’ve asked for the flower instead of licking my hand.” Vincent replied jovially.

Alexander’s face went a bright red and he looked down in shame as Vincent chuckled. “It’s okay, everyone does something like that every now and then.” The boy reassured. Alexander’s face continued to burn with embarrassment but he looked up from the floor at least. He watched Vincent’s eyes scrunch up under the mask in a clear display of joy. It seemed so genuine and kind, not something mocking and cruel, like a demon would be. Alex then flinched when the flower was held out to him.

“Here, you can have it.” Vincent motioned. The brunet stared for awhile, waiting for it to be some sort of trick. When Vincent only shook the flower slightly to ask Alex to take it did the boy do so, hesitantly  though. He looked at the plant in his own hand now, felt the softness of the petals and the smoothness of the stem. He looked back up at Vincent with a questioning expression. “Why are you letting me have it?” He asked. Vincent shrugged and his eyes scrunched up again. “It’s pretty, so, I thought you’d like it.” He replied earnestly. 

Alexander felt a warmth spread through his limbs as his eyes went between the Honeysuckle and Vincent. He slowly held the plant closer to his chest. “Why are you nice?” He then asked. Vincent paused and looked around for a moment, looking for an answer. It was a deep question for his young mind, but he wanted to answer it right. Not shallowly. Something honest and from his heart. The rain filled the silence as he contemplated, finally looking back at Alex.

“I want to be. And you deserve the kindness.” He finally said. Alex’s eyes went wide with shock. “You…I deserve it?” He emphasized. Vincent nodded. “You’re only a kid like me, in a place that’s cruel to you for doing…well, what all kids do. Ask questions.” Alex shook his head at that. “Kids shouldn’t. We aren’t supposed to.” He replied.

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re new to life. If you don’t ask questions, how will you ever get answers to what you don’t understand? Adults in this place seem to take it as disrespect, I’m not sure why. Every kid wants to know what’s happening, so, we ask who we think will know.” Vincent explained while brushing off his hands on his black robes, the sap from the honeysuckle leaving a sticky residue on his skin. He sighed somberly and gave Alex a look full of sympathy. “I’m sorry they hurt you for it. I hope you don’t grow out of asking questions. Curiosity is good, I think. That’s how humanity learns. We explore, we question, we find out. I think that’s a trait that’s good to have. I’d like for you to keep it, even if people around you tell you to stop.”

The words seemed so impactful, although Vincent wasn’t aware of it. Alexander swallowed and stroked the yellow petals, letting the words sink into his brain. He noted his heart felt quick and he was warm all over, but not in an uncomfortable way. Not like the humidity of Summer or the heat of fire. But pleasantly warm, like those few times his mother held him, or he got one of the thick blankets during his stint with the flu. It was lovely. He looked back at Vincent with a firm nod. “Okay. I’ll try to keep it.” He said softly. He felt the warmth double when Vincent’s eyes showed signs of a smile again.  

That day was so pivotal. It was a moment of sweetness in a bitter life. Something that helped shape the two. Even when the time spent under Alder’s heavy handed thumb wore away at them. Vincent might’ve remained stubborn and, by extension, “evil”, but he didn’t keep that childish sugary  sense of demeanor. He grew into something hulking and scary, with a cold gaze and deep set frown tucked behind thick porcelain masks. It was that intimidating aura that he used to keep Emmett as safe as he could, even if he was often physically restrained from doing so. He still tried. And the blond clung to him for that, whole-heartedly agreeing with Vincent that they were family. 

Alexander and Vincent were never that innocent again. Though, every now and then, there were times they were alone that brought back a nostalgic longing for that day. Not even that, that singular moment, where they seemed almost normal. Like kids meeting on the playground. A silent truce, even if there were plenty of dips in their kindness toward each other. Mostly stemming from Alexander’s father and his hatred for Vincent, hatred mostly composed of a sickening envy. But somehow, despite those times, Alexander seemed to look at Vincent too intently for it to be hatred. 

A gaze that doe-like couldn’t have been from a place of loathing, it wasn’t possible.

It was during a kinder patch of time that everything changed. Standing chained up next to the pulpit with Emmett at his side, Vincent stared at the stained glass windows for most of the “gospel”. There was something deep in the pit of his stomach that had been nagging him all day, but he couldn’t place why. His contemplation of the rainy sky came to a pause when he felt the burn of eyes against his skin. He knew who it’d be when he turned to find their gaze, settling on round, deep brown irises almost immediately. Vincent settled on staring back. 

He wasn’t egotistical like Alder, he didn’t revere himself and he had come to terms with the idea of being more sin than boy. But he couldn’t help but note Alexander’s gaze always seemed…intense.

Not like the scent of death or the deep soreness of a broken rib. Intense like the sun, intense in the way the first breath after being submerged in water was. If Vincent were to ever compare himself to a God, he’d say Alexander’s eyes felt like worship. He didn’t like the idea of being that self centered,  but admittedly, to imagine being adored that much after years of isolation and suffering? It sounded nice…if not a bit concerningly  addicting. Vincent would’ve served as a kinder martyr than Alder, that was at least certain. 

A sudden strange sound cut through the rain and caught everyone’s attention. A whooshing sound in a rhythmic pattern overhead. He was only fourteen, but Vincent moved Emmett behind him and steeled himself, as if he’d have to fight something. Then, as Alder struggled to calm his church, the loud crash of glass shattering and shouting voices sent everyone into a panic. What seemed like thousands of people dressed in all black armor, carrying big weapons and loud voices, swooped in on ropes and landed with heavy thumps. 

That raid was the most pivotal moment in everyone’s lives, the children especially. Vincent had wanted freedom, he was happy to have it, but being separated from Emmett wasn’t his plan. Nor was he ready to be stuck in different facilities, peppered with questions and new experiences. He was polite, of course. Only having an outburst when some doctors tried to remove the mask he’d come to find as his security. They let him keep two of them after he ended up having a panic attack so violent he had to be sedated. 

A good thing was being placed with his real family, blood relatives. His grandparents. His mother was seemingly impossible to find, though the social workers promised to keep looking. Lorraine & Marcus were kind, more than kind even. He didn’t take long to warm up to them. But he wasn’t happy, nothing they did would make him cheer up. Every time they’d ask what he’d want, he’d mention his brother. A few times, he mentioned his brother and his friend, but Emmett was the most consistent request. To their credit, they tried. The only problem was the blond was in witness protection, much like Vincent was, for his own safety. 

Thankfully, because Emmett had demanded Vincent’s presence as well, eventually, the Walker’s received a letter from the Bauer residence. They didn’t hesitate to move down to a little mountain town named South Park, to get the boys reunited. A tearful reunion it was. Having each other made the transition a lot less scary, given how daunting it was. Learning everything they’d missed and unlearning everything they’d had drilled into them. But, with a lot of work and a lot of therapy, they’d grown normal. Normal enough. Enough to go into high school and gain friends, enough to develop their own music tastes and senses of fashion, enough to get hobbies and get some kind of personality beyond their roles in a cult.

Vincent still wore his mask, but he’d let some select people see his face barren. Emmett still held onto his cross necklace and prayers, but he allowed himself to create his own relationship with god. One less taxing and painful.  Their problems seemed more trivial now. Not less painful, sure, but they were normal teenager problems. Struggles fitting in, grades, boys, etc. It was separated from the cult. The fearful looks over their shoulder and the aversion to the color white weren’t so common, and it seemed like nothing could go wrong.

Until, around Vincent’s nineteenth  birthday, Emmett had a panic attack upon claiming to have seen someone in all white following him. Whether or not it was his PTSD messing with him, it didn’t matter. The house took it seriously enough to be vigilant. Emmett stayed inside more, though, he didn’t mind staying with his closest confidant Clyde. Vincent, however, hated that idea. Being backed into a corner, shoved back in the walls of what was his home because some false prophet wanted him scared. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea of coming to find his family’s house a new prison. So, although his grandparents were worried, he went out more. Usually with friends and in the day time, sure, but even at night he would be out.

Maybe he planned on an offensive approach. Seeking out this apparent stalker, hoping for them to slip up so he could…do something. Kill them, maybe? He hadn’t thought too hard about it. He didn’t really think about the cult at all, not by choice. Unless, of course, it was one of the few  good memories he had. It wasn’t like there were many. He could count them on one hand. 

One, Emmett being born. Giving him a reason to not fold to Alder’s pressures, giving him a sense of purpose:  Two, that moment with the honeysuckle. The time he felt he made a difference on someone, a positive one. Where he was able to connect with another child like a child should.  Three, the time Alexander had fixed his mask for him. It was the briefest of seconds, but it burned into Vincent’s young mind like a brand mark. He’d been put through some “holy water boarding”, as he joked about it, and his mask was full of water. In a split second as he was pulled up, Alexander slyly slipped his fingers under the edge of the covering and pushed it from his face. Breaking the water’s seal and letting Vincent get a full breath finally.

Vincent, a bit shamefully, found himself often looking for honeysuckle in Colorado. It didn’t have the same climate as Alabama, and he’d yet to find the right genus of the plant, excluding one he potted after buying it from a Home Depot. But finding it in the wild wasn’t possible. Still, he’d look. For some reason. He enjoyed the forests as much as he thought he would’ve. Camping alone wasn’t a luxury he could often afford, mostly for the sake of his family’s anxiety. But, now that he was a technical adult, not to mention admittedly massive, they didn’t have as much of a reason to say no. He was more likely to be harmed by a bear than a person at this point. 

Vincent enjoyed the stars and the sound of wind running through the tall trees. He enjoyed the solitude, how it was by his own choice and out in the open. He loved the freedom of it. Sometimes, if he was particularly restless, he’d sprint through the woods with reckless abandon. Ignoring trails and risks for harm. It gave an adrenaline rush not much else compared to. 

On this night, he used the light of a fuel lantern to see as he made a fire pit with stones. He’d felt the presence of someone watching him the last few days, really, he should’ve been inside. But he tempted fate anyway, just for some time under the dark sky and the scent of pine. He was focused in the set up of his firewood and timber when he felt the all too familiar burn of eyes on his person. His chest tightened when he heard the crack of a stick not far from him. A row of wild bushes lined some trees, clearly providing cover for the stranger. 

Vincent huffed and dusted his hands as he stood, adjusting his tee shirt casually. He acted unaware as he meandered near the sound, as if he was just getting more fuel for his fire. Illuminated by the moon, his eyes scanned through the trees. He came to a stop just at the edge of trees. He stared into the dark woods, bathed in cool dim lighting. When he heard no movement, his patience thinned. Whoever this person was, they’d caused his family a spike in anxiety, put unrest in his home. All because a man claimed he was made by God. Vincent’s teeth clenched and he inhaled.

“I know you’re there.” He said into the brush. He listened intently, not expecting anyone to actually show themselves. “I do not find your stalking amusing. And your attempts at stealth are pathetic. I know why you’re here and I won't allow it.” He hissed. As he let out the growled sentiment, he caught the quickest peek at a sliver of white fabric. As he locked onto it, he caught sight of something too familiar to misplace. Suddenly, rage dulled and something indescribable rose. Not that he wasn’t still angry, he was, but the briefest glimpse of a doe-eyed gaze filled with a special kind of fear made it into something else. 

Alexander tucked behind the tree he was using for cover again as soon as he made eye contact with Vincent. Whether or not Vincent actually saw him, he wasn’t sure. Not until he heard a chuckle, one quiet and breathy, mixed with aggression. Not the kind his father had, nor the kind he feared from God. Vincent’s anger was never something he feared. Every time it was directed at him, there was something underlying it that only made his blood burn. Alexander swallowed and shook his head as he recalled the teachings he’d been re-taught. He’d been out of the cult a full two years before his father found him again, brought him back. Without Vincent there, he found it harder to to hold onto that curiosity he’d promised to retain. He wasn’t there for something so childish as his own desires- no, his own curiosity. He was there to do a job.

“I must say, I’m very disappointed.”

Alex’s throat constricted when the voice hit his ears. Vincent had changed so much since he’d last seen the boy. Man, would be more accurate now, he supposed. Behavior and style aside, he carried himself differently. Something more intimidating, more stable, strong. He was strong physically too, Alex had seen. Alex had stared, really. His gaze was sharp, that hadn’t changed. He could feel the spark when Vincent caught him just a second before, the feeling Alex imagined a rabbit felt when spotting a wolf. Hunkered down to the forest floor with sharp teeth made for bloodshed. His words made it hard to breathe, Alexander inhaled shakily and found it didn’t feel like enough.

“This is how you repay me, Alexander?” Vincent heard a quiet hitch. “I show you nothing but kindness for so many years, give my advice with it. Earnestly hopeful for your development as you grow into a man, and you…what? Doubt me?” Vincent’s question got Alex to drop the camera he’d been provided to gather evidence. Hands clutching into his robe’s front near his chest. He heard a slow tongue click, a light scolding that made him weak kneed rather than apologetic.

“Does Alder honestly give you anything better than I do?” Vincent questioned, his voice deceptively sweet. He was still very much upset. Alexander put a lot of hard work in jeopardy, following Alder’s instructions despite the chance he had at freedom. But, Vincent was also sure it wouldn’t really be hard to get Alexander out of that mindset again. The brunet hadn’t ever been 100% invested anyway.  That, and, admittedly. Vincent had come to terms with the fact he was more selfish than he originally liked to admit, in a healthy way, of course. But indulging every now and then was human, as his therapist had said. So, as he listened to Alexander heave behind the tree, he stalked closer. Slowly, like an animal.

“Really, Alexander. You confuse me.” He began again, his slight grin sneaking into his tone. “And here I thought the times you thought of me before bed were appreciated.” It wasn’t something he was unaware of, now that time had passed. They’d been younger the last time they’d seen each other, but at the height of the worst parts of puberty. And what he didn’t understand then, he knew now, and he was even more certain it’d only gotten worse for Alexander over time. After all, Alex always did look at him with reverence. One of the few things Vincent ever let get to his head, just for a tiny bit of the ego he’d grown to have.

Grown to deserve.

“Don’t I deserve a bit of compassion? Trust? I know it’s been quite a while since you’ve been in my presence, but surely, you didn’t think so little of me as to forget who I am. What I’ve done for you.” Vincent’s words struck Alexander in the chest. Like a bullet, and suddenly, every second spent in that disgusting faux church meant nothing. His hands trembled, he considered it being fear, but Vincent never really scared him. At least…not the way he should’ve. 

He went to lean forward and insist he hadn’t, deny the claim of being a heretic. Something he’d done often, but not like this. Only to not see Vincent at all. 

Confused, Alexander hesitantly leaned out more from behind the tree, hands tucked closed to his body. Scanning the dark woods for the tall figure he’d been following for weeks. He gasped and it caught in his throat when he managed to spot the glint of a polished mask under the moon. Vincent slowly tilted his head, the icy blue of his eyes striking something beyond simple admiration into Alexander’s body. “Well?” Vincent asked, quietly. Alexander shivered and shook his head, slowly at first, before he picked up in speed. A silent insistence. 

Vincent hummed and slowly stepped. Not closer, more so around. That timeless wolf comparison seemed all the more accurate now. “Then why go against me? Follow the word of that pathetic usurper, huh?” His questioned went unanswered, as expected, he only got stutters in reply. Alex shut his mouth when Vincent chuckled again. “Ah, I know why. Poor thing, you’ve never been on your own. It must be so confusing to try and keep yourself right when told something so different. And I wasn’t there to correct you.” His voice dripped with sympathy like juice from Elderberries. Stinging yet deliciously sweet to the ears. Vincent placed a hand over his chest and bowed ever so slightly. “My poor thing, how hard that must’ve been.” He cooed.

Alex’s breathing was stuttered and uneven, but he didn’t feel that strange sense of panic now. Letting out a breath of relief when Vincent claimed to forgive him. However, his adrenaline spiked again when the man sighed. “Still, your actions caused quite a bit of harm.” He said. Vincent’s gaze grew sharp again, like he locked onto prey. “Of course, I prefer to play fair. Tell you what,” he stopped in front of Alex, a few feet away. “Make your best effort to last on your own.” He stated. The instruction was vague, of course, but Vincent didn’t mind elaboration. He pointed behind Alexander. “In that direction, past the field of wildflowers and trees, is the lake. “

“Quick thinking and decisions under pressure could see that you make it to the water.” Vincent’s words trailed off slightly. Alexander turned back to look at him curiously, feeling his knees nearly buckle when he met the man’s eyes. “Assuming I don’t make it to you first. You’ve doubted me, and I only ever encouraged you to ask questions. Let’s see if you can walk on your own, without me. Prove yourself. But, assuming you don’t make it…” His sentence came to slow stop as he noted Alexander already preparing to run. He wouldn’t win. They both knew that. Alexander whimpered in something not quite akin to fear as Vincent’s eyes scrunched up, a sign of a grin underneath the glass covering his face. 

“I’ll give you a ten second head start, sweetheart.” 

✞Smut✞

Alexander’s breath hitched as the words hit his ears. He struggled to get a proper deep breath, making him feel light headed and airy. His limbs were warm, full of blood and adrenaline as Vincent stared him down. A deep, sweet voice that sent a shiver down his spine spoke once more. Counting down. 

“Ten…nine…eight…” Vincent went slow, he didn’t speed through the seconds. By the time he hit the first syllable of eight, Alex’s brain finally clicked in. Vincent felt a surge of pride as the brunet stumbled slightly but took off at a great speed. Cracking sticks and rusting leaves as the young man took off in the direction Vincent said to. There really was no point in giving Alex a head start at all. It wasn’t a fair fight, if you could call it a fight at all. A wolf letting a rabbit get away and get a taste of freedom didn’t mean mercy, nor did it mean the rabbit was faster. Vincent was on the track team, for Christ’s sake. Of course he’d win, they both knew that.

Alex still ran though. As fast as he could manage, despite the sore burn in his lungs. He wasn’t slow by any means, he was quick, but he wasn’t particularly athletic either. It didn’t help that years of being stuck in a building with a dust and mold problem seemed to wear down his lung stamina. Not to the point of asthma, but to reiterate, he stood no chance. But he knew that. As soon as he hit the tall stalks of wild flowers and grass, he could feel Vincent’s presence behind him. He didn’t need to look, the taller man had a presence about him he’d never seen in any one else. No one had an aura of something so powerful, dangerous, and yet, so approachable and sweet. Even if Alex’s heart hammered with something like fear, his blood throbbed somewhere else. It’d done that before with Vincent, even the thought of him made Alexander’s knees weak.

To Alex’s credit, he made it pretty far. Honestly, farther than Vincent anticipated. But, Vincent still caught him. In a flash, Alex was sent to the ground on his back with a choked yelp. He panted, heated breath creating light clouds in the air. It wasn’t cold enough to risk anything like frostbite, but the air had a biting chill from the mountains. Alexander’s body temperature had risen considerably too. In the speed of it all and the rushing adrenaline, he hadn’t noticed how his head didn’t throb from the impact of his fall. But, he did notice when Vincent’s hand left his cranium, and grass finally threaded into the frizzy brown curls on his head. 

If he hadn’t been so focused on Vincent leering over him, situated between his parted legs, like he’d been caught in a snare and was ripe for the man above him to dig his teeth into. If he wasn’t so distracted by that, he would’ve found the fact Vincent protected his head from the fall adorably sweet. A classic move that truly showed how gentle Vincent could be, how gentle he truly was at his core. What made Alexander adore him so much to begin with.

Over him, Vincent remained with a quickened pulse and a wild mix of emotions he found enthralling. The adrenaline of a chase, no matter how short, and the light mingling of some left over anger, of which was mostly gone at this point. Beyond all that was a hunger. Something selfish and salacious. Ever the selfless man, very rarely did Vincent ever indulge. Sacrifice after sacrifice, self effacing to a fault. But there was something so mouth watering about the young man beneath him, something oh so enticing. His breath hot as it bounced off his mask, pupils widened.

Alexander swallowed. “What…what now?” He asked, voice breathy and a bit rough. The ragged nature of his breathing had worn at his throat, though, the soreness  in the back of his esophagus wasn’t much of a current concern. Vincent’s hands rested by his head, resting against the earth as he leered. “Now? Now I appreciate the spoils of my victory. My prize, if you will. You lost, after all,” He began a new sentence and rose a hand to his mask. Something precious to him. Something Alex had, really never, seen him without. The brunet’s breath hitched as it slid up and off. In a moment of anxiety, formed from what, he wasn’t really sure, he squeezed his eyes shut. Listening to the light thud of the mask hitting the ground nearby.

When Alexander opened his eyes again, he let out a sound akin to a gasp and a whimper. Vincent’s bare face was something shown to a very few select people. Alex had never had the privilege. Mostly because of where they were, Vincent wouldn’t have minded showing him sooner if he could’ve. To be barren to him now only felt fair. But the grin Vincent wore, not sinister  or aggressive, but more jovial. An almost childish sense of giddiness. 

“H-how so?” Alex asked. “What prize?”

Vincent chuckled quietly and loomed a bit closer. Their foreheads nearly touching. “You, of course. My intention is to finally devour you. Slowly.” His voice dipped dangerously low and Alex’s jaw went slack. Wide doe eyes and shivering under the weight of the statement. Vincent gave a little tilt of his head. Cheeky, if anything. “Unless you had a better idea?” Even if he was fairly confident in what he was doing, he always gave Alex an out. At the risk of overdoing it all, he didn’t want Alex to see him as a new prison of sorts. If Alex truly wanted to run, he could, and Vincent wouldn’t stop him.

But the brunet shook his head, shivering when Vincent’s smile widened, acutely aware of the man’s hands now rested on the inner portion of his knees. Keeping his legs bent and out of the way. “Perfect.” Vincent replied, leaning down to kiss the bridge of Alexander’s nose. It was such a delicate motion for a situation so opposite. Not that Vincent left it there. When he said devour, he did mean it, but he wasn’t one to tear into a meal. He had manners. He took his time, even if he’d been starved for awhile. Lips pressing against every surface of Alex’s face. From his worry-furrowed brows to the mole under his eye, the bone of his jaw and the plains of his cheeks. He particularly liked the way Alexander’s cheek squished under the pressure his lips applied. 

Something innocuous but adorable in his opinion. He’d always enjoyed squishing Alex’s face between his fingers when they were in their little spats, where Alexander denied their fondness and Vincent teased him for it. But no matter how sweet that was, it was nothing compared to the delicacy of a proper kiss to Alex’s mouth. The brunet’s lips were a bit chapped and dry, but overall plush and warm. There was a lack of experience that Vincent easily guided him past, and any fear of embarrassment washed away with a wave of desperation. Alex leaned up with a whine and his hands twitched against the grass beneath him, wanting nothing more than to reach up and grasp at the man. But he didn’t find himself worthy, and there was a hint of fear that he’d make the wrong move.

Vincent on the other hand, took his sweet time appreciating every curve his palms ran over. He fought a grin when Alex chased him for another kiss when he paused for them to breathe. As if his presence was worth more than oxygen. That amount of adoration was something he wasn’t used to, but something he selfishly wanted more of. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he nipped at Alex’s lower lip and received a whimper in response. Only for it to melt away as he focused on the taste of Alex’s open maw. Claiming whatever space he could with his tongue. Alexander’s hands finally left the ground and grasped at the short sleeves of Vincent’s shirt.  

Dirt and grass had already stained the pristine white robes Alex had been shoved into. And Vincent still held a heavy disdain for the clothing. He knew personally how uncomfortable the fabric was, scratchy and terrible for keeping warmth in. Even if his were allowed to have pants, most standard robes didn’t. In the Winter, the only real layer given out was a pair of tights for the legs, which was mostly just given to the girls of the cult. But when the seasons turned frigid, any amount of fabric to keep the body warm was desperately needed, hence why Alexander wore them. But now everything was too stuffy, too warm, and he managed a huff of mild relief when Vincent popped one of the securing buttons on the front panel of fabric. 

It truly did feel like he was being eaten alive. Feeling hot breath and deeply intimate kisses pressed against his skin, leaving his lips and making a trail along his jaw and neck. Alexander took a second to try and hold his breath, keep himself from hyperventilating. He failed when Vincent’s teeth lightly grazed his collar bone, letting out a flustered whine when hands slid further down the white fabric he wore. Popping open each button until his body was exposed to the chilly air. He didn’t really feel the cold though. Vincent  bled so much heat, going cold wasn’t a worry. One of Alexander’s arms came up to hide his eyes while Vincent continued to leave searing kisses along his chest and abdomen. He gasped and flinched when the tights, meant to keep his legs warm, were torn roughly. Leaving large holes in the fabric, the sound of the threads popping under Vincent’s tugging mixed with a hitched & squeaky gasp while Vincent lightly nipped at the fat on Alex’s hip bone. Not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a light mark that would fade in a matter of hours.

Vincent’s hands trailed down Alexander’s legs, gently slipping his fingers into the mouth of the flimsy flat shoes everyone in the congregation had to wear. His lips pecked little moles and small scars left on Alex’s skin from the years. Unable to stop smiling with each kiss when the brunet twitched or squirmed. To know he had so much effect on Alex, it made something in his soul burst, like a flower coming undone under the moon. 

Alexander’s next inhale was stuttered and he whimpered again as Vincent leaned back up to kiss him on the mouth. Brows furrowed as Vincent’s hands trailed back up his sides, palms pressing to his ribs, fingertips lightly digging into his skin as his back arched off the earth. He hesitated to rest his hands on Vincent, feeling unworthy. But his heartbeat stumbled when Vincent let out a quiet groan, feeling Alex’s nails dig into him through his shirt. The blue eyed man had a strange relationship with the biological signals of pain. One would think he’d fear it, given how much he’d been harmed, for so long and so callously. But the bite of Alex’s nails, denying his skin and leaving a subtle stinging, made him feel alive. 

His friends loved to give him playful teasing about him being a masochist. He never argued against them. They were wholly right, after all.

Alexander whined again when Vincent’s mouth trailed to his temple. A deeply intimate kiss, full of emotions he was too hazy to properly discern, pressed to the space beside his eye. Only for him to feel Vincent’s teeth shift across the outside of his ear, threatening to nip at him. All of this was unfair. Vincent claimed to want to devour, but all he was doing was teasing. Playing with his food. Perhaps, like any other predator with its prey, there was something about high adrenaline that helped the final bite all the more satisfying. Maybe when the sharp teeth finally connected with Alexander’s esophagus, Vincent would find the lustful panic flowing in his veins to make his blood sweeter, more fruitful. 

“I dreamed of you, you know.” The deep, rumble, growl-like voice of Alexander’s vice made his hips unconsciously shift. Grazing Vincent’s hands, which traced the skin lightly pushing through the holes in the tights. He could feel the sly & loving grin against his throat, the warmth of breath when Vincent chuckled quietly. “Even when I was unsure if I’d ever see you again, you never really left my mind. Never would. Like a pesky little magpie, chirping in my ear every morning.” He chuckled again at the analogy. He felt the way Alex swallowed, limbs trembling slightly as Vincent tucked his fingers into the holes he made. Delicate, even as he began to pull on the fabric again. Making fragile threads pop audibly as he moved slowly.

“Awfully quiet, pet. Don’t tell me I’ve caught you speechless.” He whispered teasingly. “What happened to all those brazen times you spoke so boldly to my face, hm? How much you hate me?” The word hate came out mockingly. Because Alex had never hated him, he’d never said it convincingly. He was only parroting what he’d been told, when it came to his own thoughts, his own wishes and wants, he got tongue tied and shy. Alex’s jaw shuddered a bit as he tried to speak, though he didn’t have the mind to form something meaningful to say. Only letting out another choked whine when Vincent pressed another kiss to his ear. 

“I-…I never hated you.” Alex finally hiccupped. Vincent hummed in response, nudging the brunet’s head back for more access to his neck, more space to paint little love bite bruises on. “No? Not even a little?” He asked quietly, smiling again when Alex shook his head. “What was it you called me once? Upon our time hiding in that closet? The bane of your life?” 

“Bane of my existence.” Alex answered. Vincent gave a quiet laugh, planning to tease, until Alex found the audacity to speak again. With closed eyes and a deep breath. “Bane of my existence…object of all my desires.” He exhaled, his heart following the words closely. Vincent paused for a moment. Only a few seconds but far too many for Alexander. One of the man’s hands left the crook of his knee and slid up his torso, over the bend of his throat, coming to gently grip his jaw. With delicate finger tips pressing into his rounded cheeks, tilting his head the way Vincent decided. Positioning the young man to make eye contact. 

Alexander swore icy blue had never seen so full of fire. Not Hellfire, as many had claimed. But the fire that burned with life, warmth, passion. Dangerous but so vital for survival. For his sanity.

“Object of all your desires huh? What desires would those be?” Vincent asked softly. The brunet’s cheeks grew a deeper red, if that was even possible. His blood centered itself either at his groin or in embarrassment, in his face. Everywhere else felt tingly from the lack of circulation. Medically inaccurate as that was. Alex stammered some incoherent syllables, disjointed attempts at words that were hindered by shame. Vincent tilted his head slowly. How someone could look so kind, yet so terrifying, Alex couldn’t understand. 

“Well? Tell me, little lamb. Such a faithful follower you’ve been, how I wish to reward you. I’d love to know what you dream of. Allow me to provide, sweetheart.” Vincent spoke again. Voice dripping with honey. Sticky and sucrose. Alex questioned if he was even breathing. “I…I want…” He shifted on the ground uncomfortably. His muscles hurt, ached. Desperate for touch. Teeth dug into his lower lip, pathetic wet eyes watched his false idol click his tongue sympathetically. Alex leaned slightly up when Vincent came down, grazing his mouth, taunting the idea of another kiss.  “Do you want me, love?” Vincent asked. Alex’s breath hitched and he nodded. Slowly at first, then with vigor. 

Vincent hummed in a positive tone as he felt Alexander squirm beneath him. As an act of good faith and true adoration, he gave Alexander the kiss he’d been taunting. Slower this time. One a little more love than lust, even if the latter was still very much present. As evident by Alex’s hands, albeit unsteadily, trailing the waist of the man above him. As if he could sneak his fingers under Vincent’s shirt without being noticed. Vincent smiled against Alex’s mouth, taking one hand to guide Alexander’s further beneath his shirt. A silent act of permission that the brunet seemed to be grateful for, given how delicately he began to appreciate Vincent’s skin.

From scars and sculpted lines of muscle. Alexander mapped them all with the same amount of reverence a congregation gave its savior. The feeling was about the same anyway. It was hard to breathe, but Alex couldn’t help but find it enlightening. The fuzziness in his mind rather joyous, something far more enjoyable than the constant swarms of anxiety and suffering. He didn’t have to fear anything, not under such a powerful force. A powerful being that he’d managed to, somehow, gain the adoration of. What he’d done to deserve such a sweet reward, a delicacy, he wasn’t sure. His soul certainly wasn’t worthy of much in a holy sense. But however Vincent loved his subjects seemed far kinder than any church. 

Not that Alexander had any competition. He was a sole follower, of course Vincent wouldn’t take that lightly. He wasn’t selfish, not anymore than any human was. 

He pulled back enough to let Alex inhale a full breath. The brunet’s lungs had been desperate for it, even if Alex’s soul was desperate for more. Hence the disappointment in Alexander’s whimper when his lungs filled at capacity again. The breathlessness returned however, when he heard the light clink of an undone belt. His limbs twitched. An air of finality fell upon him, and rather than panic or worry, he melted into the earth. Vincent hummed contently when Alexander, in a sudden bit of boldness, pulled him back down for a kiss. Full and joyous. Sin be damned, just as their souls. Years of brainwashing and conditioning sent out the window as Alex felt hands settle again. 

He almost complained again when Vincent broke the kiss, but he was given a quiet hush noise, and a silent instruction by the light press of fingers on his lips. Somehow the taste of sweat and vanilla seemed to act as an aphrodisiac. As if Alexander’s biological systems were brought to their animalistic basics, leaving him salivating and desperate, more than before. Vincent kissed his forehead and said…something. The sentiment hit Alex but the syllables didn’t, he was too far gone at this point. He heaved oxygen into stinging lungs when Vincent’s fingers left his mouth, feeling loving pecks cover his cheeks and temples. 

In the little thought Alex could have, he could only consider Vincent, and just how much he could be grateful for. How much he could adore. From the genuine caution exhibited from the man, when he could’ve taken. At the start of this, Vincent said he’d devour. This was meant to be a time for him to indulge, consume. Sink in his teeth, tear, savor. Alex expected and accepted the idea of Vincent taking his fill rabidly. All teeth, claws, and metallic crimson life. That outcome was fine. Just so much as it was himself that Vincent chose to eat. 

But even when Vincent said he’d feast…he was still so loving. Prepping the boy beneath him cautiously, cooing and peppering him in kisses. All he had to do was take. But it felt like Alex’s reward, even when it should’ve been Vincent’s. Alexander was filthy. A coward, a liar, a heretic . A born bastard and a pathetic one at that. 

But he felt like he was made of gold. Previous gems and rare metals. A delicately crafted rarity made to be cherished, admired, revered. He couldn’t bring himself to think about whether or not he deserved to feel that way, not when Vincent’s hands finally brought his hips up. He could feel Vincent, the most vulnerable parts of each other pressed so close, radiating incomprehensible amounts of body heat. Alive, breathing, full of warm, viscous blood. Intimidating really described all of Vincent. But how Alex seemed to thrive with the feelings his biology would label fear. 

If he were a lamb, he’d be the easiest meal to take. Even when adrenaline was made for the survival of prey, giving them the incentive to run. Even on an instructive level, he leaned into it. If he were a lamb, currently, he’d be setting his neck into the open, salivating mouth of a wolf. As if it’d fulfill him. 

And fill it did.

“Shhh shh shh, it’s alright. I know, deep breaths," Vincent whispered, heaving hot breaths across Alexander’s ear. The brunet wouldn’t stay still. It stung, no matter how slow Vincent had been. He didn’t want Alexander to hurt, and yet, Alex didn’t seem put off by the burn or the ache. Perhaps incentivized even. Vincent trailed more kisses across Alexander’s face, admiring the flushed skin as he pulled back to look at his little lamb in full. Splayed out on grass and pastel wild flowers. Bathed in cool, dim light from the moon overhead. Debauchery, a fitting description for the situation around. 

Vincent’s hands seemed detached from himself for a moment. One slowly sliding across Alex’s heaving ribs, following the heavy, quick thumps of a rapid heartbeat. Slowly up to the brunet’s neck. He didn’t squeeze or press, just delicately held. Admiring. It felt like he’d plunged his hands into the elegant strokes of a painting. A piece of artwork in an extravagant frame, one made to be displayed with pride, made with an artist’s tender love and care. And here he was, touching it. Not on a canvas, but skin. Warm, breathing, alive. 

All for him.

Alexander let out the loudest sound he’d had all night when Vincent moved. A single thrust, just to test, make sure everything was good to go. It sent a shiver up Alex’s spine, like an electric shock. And it felt like cresting over the surface of water after drowning, like the bite of fruit after starving, like a first breath. Vincent pressed a delicate kiss to the center of Alexander’s chest,  teeth so close to what kept him alive. Though really, he supposed it was only fair. To have the two kinds of life so close to each other. What kept his body breathing, beating powerfully against his ribs, a soulful pattern to the being that made Alexander feeling alive. Living rather than surviving. 

Vincent hummed a pleased noise as he repeated the motion. Still slow, careful. Patient. Alexander let out that sinful, song-like noise again, shaky fingers threading into his hair. Lightly tugging at fluffy black tresses as a rhythm started. Methodically at first. Vincent didn’t want to rush, as desperate as he truly was, despite how composed he’d been. But after a few minutes, with his patience starting to dip under his desperation. For once wants feeling like a need, and as Alexander grasped at him more. Yearning. It dawned on him that this wouldn’t be the last time. 

The brunet had been in a limbo for years. Vincent unable to find him, unable to forget him either. The reality that Alexander would never be truly his was something he’d, honestly, feared having to accept. But then here he was. Heaving for breaths and clawing the skin of his back. Misty eyed and flushed. Here in his palms, against his ribs, as close as humans could physically get. Alexander was here and after this…

Alexander was his.

Not Alder’s, not his father’s, not the church’s.  Not God’s.

His, Vincent’s. He was Vincent’s to hold, to crave, to lust and adore. He could home him, provide, shelter. Vincent could give him everything. Alexander had always seen him as more than a demon, more than some sinful scapegoat. Even when they’d fight when they were younger, Alex always came back to him. Fearfully, sure, but, it was Alexander’s hands who’d saved him from suffocating more than once. Who’d dabbed away blood from lashings. No one had shown him the devotion Alexander did. Like he deserved to be praised and deified. Vincent didn’t consider himself a god, Vincent didn’t have that ego. 

But if Alex wanted him to be, then he’d be so. And he’d be the most of loving gods. Truly, not superficially. Since Alexander was his, for as long as they both breathed. Why should he have to take his time? They had all the time in the world, and this would happen again. Besides, Alexander clearly wanted more, teetering on the edge of something euphoric and new. Vincent was a provider, after all.

Alexander let out a squeal almost embarrassingly high pitched. Head tossed back against the grass, a noise pitching out with every frantic breath. He was crying but he wasn’t sure why, it was just so much. He hiccupped when Vincent held his face again, bringing him back for a moment in order to make eye contact. The image of Vincent above him, hair a mess, heaving deep breaths with great focus in his eye. He was so close, almost enough to kiss, but not enough. Alexander grasped at his wrist subconsciously, eyes crossing for a moment from a particularly well placed thrust. He blinked a few times rapidly to refocus his face when Vincent clicked his tongue. 

He received a kiss to the bridge of his nose, then to his cheekbone. Straining to listen when Vincent nipped at his earlobe. “Look at the sky.” The order, while a demand, was just was sweet as ever. Alexander did so, finding a beautiful mosaic of glittering stars on a backdrop of deep blue, a full moon the brightest. It was cloudless and serene. Then, Vincent spoke again with another instruction, this time followed with a shift of their hips and a new feeling swarming Alexander’s nerves. More rapturous than before, somehow.

“Say my name.” Vincent exhaled. Alexander didn’t do it immediately, not to be defiant but because his mouth couldn’t form words. He let out a whiny, deep groan from the back of his throat as Vincent kissed his temple again. “Say it to the sky, I want God to hear who you belong to.” The words that followed sent Alexander to the precipice of cloud nine. And as he burned with passion, salacity, intimacy, and worship, he did as he was told. Something he’d always been good at. The last stretch being so quick, yet so slow. Like time stopped just to make the last few seconds count all the more. If anyone was around, in about a mile radius, they would’ve heard Vincent’s name. Echoing in between trees and into the air like a prayer. Like the music of gospel.

Then, a slow come back down to earth. Alexander felt boneless and empty…also a bit sticky. How long he’d been in the clouds, he wasn’t sure, but he finally felt the  light kisses being pressed to his face. He let out a quiet noise as he leaned into Vincent’s palm holding his face. The air was suddenly cold again, freezing even. Alexander tried to remain as close to the warmth surrounding him as possible. 

“Alexander…hey, c’mon sweetheart, look at me.” The brunet mumbled incoherently upon hearing the words, peeking his eyes open, barely. 

Vincent smiled fondly at Alexander’s tired visage. Seeing the boy still a bit out of it, he blew some air in the boy's face, making Alex’s eyes flutter. “Come back to me, c’mon now. Deep breaths. Atta boy.” He whispered. Alexander’s eyes closed contently as Vincent kissed his forehead again. The blue eyed man cooed sympathetically as Alex shivered a bit from the cold. With a squeeze to the brunet’s hand, he removed himself, giving quiet reassurances at Alex’s discomfort. The aftermath was always a little uncomfortable, given the mess and all. He made sure not to lean back too far, lest Alex think Vincent was leaving him.

With the tights fully removed, Vincent carefully closed up Alexander’s robe. Noting he’d somehow tore two buttons off the flimsy thing in the heat of it all. When, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t bother rebuttoning his jeans, or his belt. With more light kisses, Vincent slowly stood, picking up Alex as he rose. Alexander’s arms wrapped around his neck and he was perched on Vincent’s right arm. Vincent picked up Alexander’s flats with his index and middle finger on his left hand. He walked back through the field, toward his camping site. Giving whispered praises to Alex along the way.

Alexander was exhausted, floating on endorphins and warmth. As Vincent reached the camp site again, he opened his eyes a bit while being set down on the sleeping bag in the tent. He felt a twist of anxiety appear in his stomach when Vincent leaned away, but it settled when he saw the man wasn’t leaving, just grabbing a bag. “Let’s get you in some better clothes, okay?” He smiled warmly. 

His mask being gone was something Alexander still noted as particularly important. It filled his chest with something he couldn’t quite describe. But it felt wonderful, like he was special. Leaving him feeling pleasantly fuzzy despite his sore muscles.

And a sore ass.

“We’ll talk about what to do next in the morning. Where you’ll stay, new clothes, you know.” Vincent said as he carefully helped pull a pair of sweatpants over Alex’s legs. They were far too big for him, but they’d do for now. “You won’t leave me, right?” Alexander finally spoke again. His voice squeaky and hoarse. Vincent’s gaze softened, a bit sad. He leaned down to kiss Alexander again, sweeter and innocently this time. “No. Never again. I’ll find a way to have you stay with me, I promise. Don’t worry about the details now. I’ll have it all handled, love.” Alexander smiled tiredly as he got another series of kisses to his cheeks and nose.

“What now then?” He muttered. Vincent dropped slowly on his elbow, carefully pivoting to lay in his side, letting Alexander leech off his warmth. “Now? We sleep. …and we cuddle, because I’m feeling needy.” He said, letting Alex use his bicep as a pillow. The brunet blinked a bit before he snorted fondly. “Vincent, demon spawn, Satan’s work horse here to damn my soul. A cuddler? Who would’ve guessed.” He whispered. Vincent laughed a bit. “And there’s that sass. I was wondering where it went.” He praised, nuzzling into the messy curls of Alex’s hair. Feeling full of adoration and accomplishment. Full of love.

[roguepen]

Jack / Lucina content and one-shot preview under the cut

Look- this is going to be a long story. I have scenes I want to put in that are not drafted. Enjoy this. Know it could change in edits.

Birth of Alex - Jack’s POV

Lucina and I knew nothing about babies and now that he was born it seemed like a terrible idea in hindsight. The Healer seemed mildly concerned at our combined lack of knowledge on the holding of the minutes old baby boy. Who I already loved beyond all expression, it's ridiculous - I do not know this baby but he's clearly got Lucina's ears and the pert set of her chin and I'm completely gone - the rest of him looks like me, poor thing.

Newborns were generally a bit ugly, but this baby boy was the most handsome, perfect of infants. His head was a bit bruised, perhaps too pointed -that went away right? We didn’t manage to mess him up on the day he was born, right?

By the Twelve, we probably had. At least we were not going to drop him - we were not that incompetent.

“I thought you wanted to name him after your father?”

Lucina blinked slowly as I sat down next to her and passed her the bundle of fresh newborn baby as she bit her lip thoughtfully. “I… don’t think he looks like a Callum.”

“Ainsley then?” I brushed my finger over the boy’s cheek and watched his mouth twitch. “It might please your aunt.”

I would die for him. No questions asked. He would grow up happy and safe, even if I did not live to see it.

Lucina shook her head, her long blonde hair falling moving slightly along the pillow. “No, that sounds nice, but I don’t like it much.”

I exhaled slowly, “Maybe we should have made a list.”

“No. We name the baby something that fits him, not try to make him something he’s not.”

I reached out to Lucina, wordlessly offering to hold him again so she could rattle off a few more names.

“I thought about Alistair, Uncle Tavish’s son, you remember him? Something strong, I think.” Lucina paused. “He seems willful.”

The result of twenty-eight hours of labor being described as willful seemed an understatement.

“That’s a Graves trait, you’ve met my parents.”

Lucina giggled, her face was pink and radiant and the early morning sun was beginning to rise and peer through the window and- she’s an absolute vision.

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“His name.” Lucina smiled, tired in a way I was not sure I could ever understand as she lay back on her pillows. Her slender, pale hand reaching out towards me, beckoning me and our son back to her. “I don’t want to inflate Alistair’s ego too much, and Alexander is a nice strong name on its own.”

I grinned wryly, “None of those in the family. I like it. Middle name?”

Lucina looked at me and the smile on her face was so sweet and open that I would have kissed her if I was not concerned I would crush baby Alexander before his paperwork was filled out and formalized.

“Theodore.”

“Mine? You sure about building my ego up like that?”

Lucina nodded, “Alexander Theodore Graves. It’s perfect.”

“Just like him.”

Oo0Oo0

Birth of Audrey- Jack's POV

Having a daughter should not have been different from a son, but there was something so delicate about Audrey. She seemed smaller than Alex had, quicker to open her eyes and focus on me as I held her, despite the fact that I now knew that babies did not have particularly good eyesight, it was the idea that she saw me that squeezed my heart. Audrey had her mother’s eyes, almond shaped and a head of dark hair. Such a beautiful baby girl.

Lucina and I had debated names for several minutes while Alex looked over the newborn with a curious stare while she lay quietly in my arms. He was a handsome lad, I did not see much of Lucina in him but he seemed to favor her father. In short, Alex looked more like an Ainsley than a Graves, despite all of Lucina’s assertions otherwise.

By the Twelve we made pretty babies.

Lucina claimed Ophelia was a beautiful name, I retorted that this baby was already too sweet natured to be compared to my battle-axe of a mother.

I proposed if we wanted to use a name from my side of the family, my great-grandmother Audrey seemed a reasonable idea - a noted philanthropist and not a famous family battle-axe.

Lucina tested the name a couple of times before nodding in approval. “Middle names?”

Oh, this would be a struggle. I was still a no on anything from my mother - Audrey Ophelia rolled off the tongue terribly in any case. Audrey Anne had too many A’s… I had toyed with Rebekah, but I did not feel it was a good idea to invite the strangeness of Rebekah Graves to my baby girl. She would have a simpler life than my great-great grandmother, and Rebekah’s outspoken politics were not something to invite into my growing career through the name of our daughter, and I would not offend Lucina by naming our baby girl after my family’s parselmouth ancestor. There was too much going on in Britain and too much controversy to open that door for scrutiny.

I had been looking at the family tree for ideas and virtue names were a bit common but… Something strong. Defined. I don’t want her to go too far, I want her constantly in my arms…

“Constance.”

“What?”

“Audrey Constance Graves.” I shrugged and caressed her downy black hair before bringing her up to kiss her forehead. “She’s a constant thread tying us all together.”

And she’s never leaving my sight - there will be no boys.

"Where did that come from?"

“Have you been throwing bones again?” Alex raised an eyebrow, looking far older than a nine-year-old should. I thought he would be a little dumb until he was twenty-five or so, but sometimes he reminded me distinctly of an old man. Lucina said he was an old soul, I was not sure what else one could call a kid who liked to read newspapers with his apple juice in the morning. Old soul might have been the politest terminology for this phenomenon.

“Only on full moons.”

“Jack!”

“What? I need to see them.”

If anything happened to either of my children, there would be hell to pay.

[ishvalan-alchemist]

Why I prefer FMA03 over Brotherhood.

Simply: How they treat the characters.

I notice liking the character interactions much more in the first show. I found myself remembering Team mustang more in 03 than BH because they were kind of a goon squad. Yes, the tone of BH is more serious. But say Heyman or Havoc died, I wouldn't have cared as much. I can buy 'these guys are friends more in 03 because we see them goofing around and acting like friends more in 03.

We see Ed start out respecting Mustang in earlier episodes. A kid looking up to this military leader and wanting to impress him. Then realizing he's kind of a prick and letting egos clash.

Brotherhood drops in with the two already disliking each other. This isn't a bad thing, but I'm definitely more invested after seeing how Ed & Roy got to that point in their relationship. Furthermore, 03-Roy gets points for never putting his hands on Ed/a kid as BH-Roy does.

Maes is introduced as Roy's friend calling him up to talk about his pregnant wife. From there, we see him as a skilled knife user, a new dad, a surrogate uncle figure to Ed & Al, the nerdy guy in the office that everyone is mildly annoyed by, and the right-hand man to Roy. All of this is over season 1. With his death closing out the season. The last image before the credits roll is Ed seeing his ghost.

BH tries to cram a lot of this in 10 episodes. That's nowhere near enough time for me to feel connected to this side character. He's been an overprotective dad, the nerdy guy in the office, and we see him use a knife 1 time in 1 scene. BH does better with giving his death closer (Roy vs Envy), but I didn't really care about Maes before they fridged him for Roy's development.

Nina is the same way to Ed & Al. In 03, I can buy that the Elrics saw her as a little sister because we see them interact much more across multiple episodes. In BH, it's all 1 episode.

Paninya & Wirny's discussion in 03 feels more earned. The two talk about automail and how they view it all while Winry fixes her arm. This is after Ed scams a scammer that broke Paninya's automail. So while I do side with Ed on a personal level, I can understand where Winry's anger/disappointment is coming from in this episode. Also, this gives Paninya a chance to show her parkour skills under less 'happily committing a felony' reasons. If Paninya & Winry met again in 03, I'd be excited to see what else the two had to say or get into.

In BH, Paninya is just a thief who steals Ed's watch. Winry tells her to stop stealing and...she agrees. That's it. A 30-second speech was all it took. It's one of the most rushed scenes I've seen in any show and I genuinely hate it.

Scar is the second biggest contrast I've seen of characters who're in both shows. Third, is Sheska whos a full character in 03 but is in 2 episodes in BH. The first is the next example I give after this one.

Anyway, Scar in 03 I absolutely can get behind. 03 as a show does everything to show the horrors of Ishval. From Roy & Alex's PTSD. To casual racism background characters have for Ishvalans. We see more Ishvalan characters outside of Scar so we have a fuller picture. He starts out as this guy cursed with the arm and just looking for answers. Falling back to religion at times and becoming calculated in his vengeance. Going from 'what do I do?' to leading a caravan saying 'here's what I need you to do'. He legitimately could've been the main character in his own story.

BH Scar is willing to throw down with a 12-year-old from the get-go. At times, it feels like he fights what the plot puts in front of him rather than seeking out a goal. I can buy this guy working with the military at the end of the show since 'the world is at stake'. But, just barely.

The homunculi in 03 are humans that were brought back via alchemy. So, each of them can be killed if they're close to something from when they are alive. A body part, cloth, etc. It's much more personal when Izumi sees what would've been her biological kid joining the bad guys. Ed has to dig up the grave of his mom so he can defeat Sloth. It's so heavy and is one of my favorite moments in 03 with the colors of the sunset overshadowing Ed's face as he finds what he needs. It also makes the homunculi a threat with a weakness that ties into their origin. Manipulated by a villain who wants to live forever.

Meanwhile, in BH, the Homunculi are still interesting characters (except for Sloth). But they're just henchmen created for 1 immortal. With a weakness of:

"I figured it out. We just need to punch them really, really hard." - TFS Piccolo

I could keep going with more examples, but I feel as though that could come across as me 'hating' BH. Which I don't. I love both versions. But when I see 'Bh is better because it follows the manga', that means jack to me. Just because something is a more faithful adaptation, doesn't mean it's a better overall product.

[unnerving-presence]

Over analyze weskers traumatic childhood background being a major influence on his actions

wesker’s childhood is a direct influence on his actions. especially after umbrella chronicles and it is mainly seen in re5

i’ve already talked a bit about this in another post but many of wesker’s actions does reflect on how he was treated and how spencer’s influence changed him as a person

wesker was taken from his family at a young age by spencer and enlisted into project w. during his childhood and throughout his life he would be experimented on with various viruses. only 2 of the 13 wesker children lived. that being alex and albert. because of this albert (and presumably alex) were sent to the best schools with the best education. yes, they were getting some good treatment here and were also getting their entire lives sugar coated, but soon you’ll see how it mainly affects albert, given his huge ego.

what really influences many of his actions start after umbrella chronicles, where wesker gets all the information that umbrella has, including his own. we can assume from here that wesker did indeed read files about himself, which led him to find spencer (spencer intentionally wanted to be found though. his butler gave wesker information about his whereabouts) to rid himself of that growing anxiety he would always feel. from the moment he was put into umbrella’s care, he was manufactured into a subject to be used for spencer’s new breed of superior humans.

wesker even takes that plan that spencer had and used it as his own, deeming himself worthy to be a god and to lead the new world he would create. he doesn’t do these things just because he has a huge ego and thinks he’s all that, though it is a major part of it. he does it too because it’s proving spencer wrong. proving to him that he can think for himself and that he doesn’t need some higher being to tell him what to do. spencer created him and let him know he was going to be used because of his advanced and superior genetics. his whole life he was being told how great he was. being told directly by spencer that he was only a pawn to be used while spencer gets all the spoils was a clear motivator that wesker should take his place.

as said before in other posts, even throughout re5 wesker still thinks about the day he killed spencer and what he said. there’s 2 scenes where it shows the flashback. in one, wesker is smug and in a way thanks spencer for what he had done given it would be a great influence for wesker’s plans. another scene plays out the whole flashback, but wesker isn’t as smug anymore. in that moment wesker almost tries to reassure himself that he’s worthy to do what he’s doing. i have no doubts that wesker will always think that he’s worthy to rule the new world he planned to make, but i would assume just remembering spencer’s words of him having the right to be a god despite all that he did would make wesker a bit irritated just at the thought.

anyways wesker is definitely still a lil heated about that night with spencer and what he said. his whole life was kinda shitty and seemingly went a bit downhill for him mentally that night. kinda sad :((

[phoenix-creates]

Wow! YandereDev's Apology Sucked!

This is a rant post more than anything, so if drama isn't your thing, you are well within your right to click away from this post. If you do want to read through this, it continues down below. Apologies if this isn't the most cohesive or concise post, but I have too many thoughts that I need to share and I obviously can't share them on his dumb YT video because Alex heavily moderates all his comments and only leaves up the ones that stroke his ego. So let's get into it. CW/TW for mentions of grooming

For those unaware of the situation, back in September of 2023, talk of Alex Mahan/YandereDev surfaced, accusing him of inappropriate communication with a minor (video can be found here). What followed was months of voice actors and volunteers dropping from the game and asking that their contributions be removed, other evidence coming to light, and Alex attempting to do "damage control" both in his discord server and through his blog posts (as far as I know, Alex's Twitch and Discord had both been permanently banned and he's talked about having a backup Discord account and a Guilded account)

Finally, on January 1st of 2024, he released his "apology" video, explaining and "debunking" all the controversy surrounding these grooming allegations. Ironically enough, the video has been made private now (Alex claims he put someone at risk by releasing the video), though there are a couple of reuploads floating around YouTube, plus a healthy amount of criticism videos of said apology, which are worth checking out as those people can provide much more context and give better opinions than my ranting.

To sum it up, Alex's video was around fifteen minutes of pure bullshit.

Not just bullshit, but gaslighting bullshit as well. The TL;DR of the video is that, Alex acknowledges that yes the victim said right off the bat that they were 16 and although Alex felt uncomfortable when his conversations with the victim turned "spicy", he still continued to chat with them and pushed past his discomfort because he was lonely, he didn't have much of a social life, and his mental health wasn't great. He also mentions that when he saw the victim as "one of the guys" and genuinely didn't see anything wrong with the interactions he was having with them as he had friends who had been older than him when he was younger and he assumed that was how it was for everyone. Ultimately, it was more on the victim for continuously bringing up NSFW topics, not on Alex for responding to them.

You read that right.

Alex essentially blames the victim and says that the video I linked above was taken out of context and the clips were cut together in a way that made everything seem worse than it actually was. He also says that the victim themselves has also made a statement regarding the situation (however take this with a grain of salt as even though Alex admits the victim did come to him for "feedback"; I am hesitant to believe that as Alex and one of his Discord Mods were in contact with the victim even though Alex previously said they weren't communicating with them) which also corroborates his account of events.

There is so much more to be said but I do want to get into the core of why I'm making this post.

Alex is an adult. A grown man. IN HIS 30s (or 40s I don't remember). If you are uncomfortable with a topic, especially NSFW topics coming from a MINOR, you shut that shit down. No amount of mental health excuses will cut it. You do not, under any circumstance, engage in sexually explicit conversations with a minor.

(Also, quick tangent, if I were Alex and I knew my reputation as a person and as a developer was already being torn to shreds by people and I was already involved in a controversy previously regarding a minor, I would not privately engage in sexual conversation with another minor. No amount of loneliness would ever make that okay.)

You'd think that Alex would finally be suffering the consequences of his actions, but it is entirely a mixed bag. For as many people who are condemning him for his actions, there are other people who are praising him for his "apology" and also engaging in victim blaming. Yes, many of his accounts are getting banned, his patreon earnings seem to be on a downward trend, and his volunteers are leaving. But in their place are many more (I've been informed that Info-Chan and Shiromi have new voice actresses already) ready to help him. If you see the notes on his YT community post and his personal blog post, he still has fans and supporters.

He is still receiving support. And in my opinion, it is because we are not taking this as seriously as we should be.

Whenever news about Alex comes out, we are quick to make jokes and meme on him. We very easily make light of the situation or file it under "who was really surprised that Yandere Dev did this?" and we move on with our lives. By not acknowledging the very serious accusations of this man, he is effectively absolved from any consequences of his actions because he had so many people jumping to defend him. He got away with his bullshit Hate and Shame video, as well as his Debunk page, because he has people coming to defend him and we joke about it instead of taking action on it. And yes, this is still an on-going problem. Just check the blog post of his stupid fucking apology. The comments are FILLED with people blaming the victim. There are even people claiming that Alex could have autism/adhd/etc. and that is why he couldn't understand right from wrong.

(Sidenote, using autism as an excuse when someone does horrendous shit is horrible. We aren't here to self-diagnose because when we excuse bad behavior as simply "autism", it creates a stereotype for actual autistic people and makes it harder for them to be heard and understood because we keep conflating autism with certain behavior. STOP doing this. It doesn't help anyone.)

I do not believe that Alex will change. He might continue to get worse because we have allowed him to get by with vague excuses and promises while he "debunks" everything that makes him look bad. He has spent years claiming anyone with negative things to say about him and his game are ignorant trolls who don't understand game development or coding like he does and that people just spread rumors about him. He keeps delaying the game with more excuses. It has and always will be excuses with him. It has been ten years of excuses for a shoddily put together game.

Put that into perspective. It is 2024. In April, that will make it TEN YEARS of development that this game has gone through.

Alex has spent ten years developing this game, milking money from people, and giving us nothing in return. He has a consistent pattern of horrible behavior towards mods, fans, and volunteers. He has rejected help from competent developers to fix his spaghetti jumbling mess of a code. He has nothing to show for ten years. The game is not fun. We have ONE rival who is a challenge to eliminate (there is no reason the very first challenge in the game makes you work so hard during the first week), we have a "ten rivals mode" that is even worse and a slog to get through. We constantly get new hair and texture models for miscellaneous things instead of actual content. Alex swears he spends hours every day on this game and we are no closer to getting a better experience with the game then we were a few years ago. It might even be 2030 before we even get the fully completed game.

I don't think he deserves sympathy. I don't think people should be praising him for the bare minimum. I've long since stopped caring about the game coming out; I'll likely have my own kids by the time the game is finished with the rate it's going. I just hope that the victim will get all the help and support they need and Alex stays away from them.

Thanks for following the development of YS or what the fuck ever.

[alexstorm]

Alex after breaking up with Alexa started behaving like an arrogant asshole typical of rock stars but inside it's not like that, he's a very shy person insecure and full of thoughts but despite this he managed to mask these characteristics by behaving differently. He's been out of his mind for some time now, he built his ego by imitating people who built, created and invented amazing things with their ego.. ok Alex wrote beautiful songs and has a very strong and interesting voice but this doesn't forget what a problematic person he is

Here we have an example of people projecting old character traits onto Alex while ignoring his actions.

We've already talked about that Alex lost most of his shyness. He's still introverted but these are two different things. Alex is also only partially insecure, mainly about his personal life (fear of being alone), since by all accounts he has strong opinions in his professional life and can express them clearly. No insecurities or shyness there.

So maybe accept that Alex has become this guy now which can't be excused away with personas or masks. After all, it's been 18 years in this business. It certainly had some sort of impact on him.

[serenasoutherlyns]

from the dark with you above me chapter 6

"“So un-ruin things,” said Lisa, gesticulating with her glass of wine miraculously not spilling."

ao3

“What was that about?” Asked Jack.

“Oh, nothing,” said Abbie. 

“What did she need? Or was it something for Tracey?” 

“No, don’t worry about it, Jack,” Abbie said, snapping more than she meant to. The other night had spooked her. She realized, at the bar, how much of a risk she was taking. It freaked her out, how much she had wanted to lean across and kiss Serena, how her stomach flipped when she walked in. It was almost like a date. That couldn’t happen. She knew better than that.  

“Oh-kay,” he said, backing off reluctantly.

Abbie tried to work up the courage. She knew Jack of all people would be understanding but she certainly wasn’t sure she was ready to be out at work, even if it was only to one person. She only wanted to tell him so that somebody other than her and her friends knew-- and she thought he might have relevant advice. She gave herself about a minute. She coughed.

“We’ve been sleeping together.” 

Jack looked up, his eyes wide. “You and Southerlyn?” Abbie blinked. “Oh,” he said. “I didn’t know you were a, uh--”

“A lesbian, yes,” said Abbie. “I’m not out at work.”

“Who else knows?” 

“Just a couple friends. Serena, and Alex. They’re freakishly close.”

“I’ve gathered,” said Jack. “Well that’s great, Abbie, I’m glad you’ve found someone.”

“It’s not really like that,” she said. “I think I’m going to break it off.”

“Oh,” said Jack, disappointed. “Why?”

“I just can’t do a work relationship.”

“I can understand that,” said Jack. “It’s doable, though. Well it can be.”

“You’re biased,” said Abbie. 

“Just experienced,” he replied. “You should go for it.”

“I don’t think I can risk the publicity if someone found out, I mean, not to mention my job.” Jack put down his pen and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. 

“Arthur won’t care, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“My family,” said Abbie, quiet and somber. “The headache it would cause my father, I mean, his constituents finding out he has a lesbian New Yorker daughter would be very bad press.” The truth of that statement sunk in, both for Jack and Abbie. Saying it out loud made it worse than it had been before. 

“I understand,” Jack said. “I’m sorry, Abbie.” He offered a compassionate smile.

“Wait, so,” he continued after a while, “Was Ricci?”

“Yes,” Abbie said in that same tone. Her heart hurt. 

“Oh God,” said Jack. “I’m so sorry. Not that I wasn’t before, but.”

“Thanks Jack, I appreciate it.” Jack had always been there for her when Toni died, but he hadn’t known what they were to each other. It felt good to have it acknowledged.

---

She swore she wouldn’t call, but Saturday night rolled around and her apartment seemed woefully empty. 

“Serena,” she said when she picked up the phone. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over for a glass of wine.”

“I could be convinced,” Serena said playfully, and giggled. 

“She’ll see you in half an hour,” came Alex’s voice. 

“Give me my phone back,” she heard Serena, slightly further away. It sounded like the two of them may have already had a couple on their own. 

“I’ll see you in half an hour,” Serena whispered into the phone. Abbie poured herself a glass from the bottle she’d bought for herself at the grocery store that evening, figuring she may as well catch up. 

Serena kissed her before she even set foot into the living room. 

“Hi,” she said when the kiss broke, “it’s good to see you, great to see you even. I’ve been,” she exhaled, “thinking about you.”

“Really,” Abbie said, trying not to let her ego enjoy that too much. “What about me?”

“Mm,” she said, “your lips, your hands. You’re really, really good with your hands.”

“Glad you think so,” said Abbie, and laced one of said hands into her hair, the other one grabbing her ass. Serena made a surprised noise that Abbie could stand to hear again. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she was becoming aware of a growing fondness for her.  

She pushed it aside in favor of guiding her to the couch and climbing on top of her.

---

“Mr. Price,” said Nash’s attorney, standing from the table. “You’re close with my client, yes?” Price shifted in his chair. 

“Yes, I’ve known Freddy since we were kids,” he said hesitantly. Abbie wasn’t sure where he was going with this. 

“But the past few years have been, rocky. Would that be a fair statement?” 

Abbie looked to Alex, who couldn’t hide her confusion. Price hadn’t mentioned any tension, and they had asked him. Either they hadn’t been thorough enough or Nash had lied. 

“We’ve had our differences,” said Price. “But I love him. He’s like a brother to me.” 

“A brother who you claim stole hundreds of dollars from you?” 

Abbie bit her cheek. 

“That was— that was nothing,” Price stammered. “It was a loan, he said he was gonna pay it back.”

“But he didn’t, did he?” Abbie could see Price’s credibility slipping out of their control like a waterfall. 

“He hasn’t yet.” 

“I see,” said Price’s lawyer. “So you hold no resentment for my client? Even though he had the audacity to ask you for more money?”

Price said back, “I told him no. I love him but sometimes you gotta let people figure things out for themselves.”

“So you can’t find it in you to help out a friend? Tell me Mr. Price, why aren’t you helping him today?”

“Objection,” said Alex. 

“Overruled,” said the judge. “The witness will answer.” Price looked over to their table. 

“Oh don’t look at the DAs, they don’t know the answer. Or did they tell you what to say?”

“Objection,” said Abbie, indignant. 

“Sustained,” said the judge. 

“Mr. Price, I ask you again: why are you testifying against my client today?”

Price sighed. “Because it’s true,” he said sadly. “Because Freddy came to me the day after the murder, told me he had gotten into trouble at the gala he was working, and that he needed money to get out of town. That’s all.” 

That was the strong response they needed, thank goodness. 

“So you say,” said the lawyer. 

“Objection,” said Abbie and Alex in unison. 

“No further questions.” 

---

“Happy Thursday,” said Serena, walking up to her. She had known there was some chance of running into her at Penelope’s, weekday though it was. If she was honest with herself, she hoped she would. 

“To you too,” said Abbie. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Please,” said Serena. “Whatever you’re having.” Abbie motioned to the bartender, <i>two more</i>.

“Is Alex here?” Abbie asked, looking around for the woman she was always with.

“No,” said Serena. “I gave her and Olivia the apartment for the evening.”

“I see.” That was a nice little piece of gossip. 

“You can have me all to yourself,” said Serena. 

Yes, that was appealing. 

—

She had to stop doing this.

Serena was above her, sighing and exclaiming. It was musical. She really, really liked having sex with Serena. It was as simple as that. She liked how Serena sounded when she came, she liked the way her back arched, she especially liked hearing “Oh my God, <i>Abbie</i>,” and “yes, fuck, please!”

It filled the room like fragrant smoke. 

“Oh my God,” said Serena, throwing her arm up above her head, catching her breath. She tried to say more, but it just came out as “Mmf,” when Abbie tenderly bit her inner thigh. Cherry on top. 

The satisfaction didn’t last long enough. It was replaced by cold panic. It was all too much, too much fun, too much sensation, too much implication. Her heart beat so hard it rung in her ears. Her hands shook. She began to hyperventilate. She looked around the room and couldn’t take it in, the darkness closed in on her. A sob came out of her from far away, shook her whole body. Before she knew it, she was inconsolable. Serena was upright now, pulling her clothes back on. 

“Abbie? Hey,” she heard her say, “what’s going on?”

A hand was on her shoulder. Abbie shuddered and shrunk. 

“Sorry,” Serena said. “Can I do anything?” 

“Go,” said Abbie, “go.” 

“I-- are you sure? Are you going to be okay?”

“I said, go!” Abbie said through gritted teeth. 

“Okay, I’ll go,” Serena said, not a touch of offense in her voice, but plenty of worry. Abbie flopped back onto the bed. 

Her sleep was fitful and interrupted. 

---

“Woah, Abbie,” said Jack when she walked in the room. Great, she must be showing just how awful her night was. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” she said, unconvincingly even to her own ears. Jack looked at her incredulously. 

“What the hell happened?” Abbie was just tired enough not to be able to find the energy to lie. 

“Nightmares,” she said. Jack gave her a sympathetic look. He put down his pen. 

“About? Do you want to talk about it?” Abbie didn’t, but she knew she should. 

“Toni,” she said quietly. “College,” she said, hoping he knew what she meant. “Serena. That one wasn’t a nightmare.”

“Oh,” said Jack. “That’s a lot.”

“Yep,” said Abbie.

“Well,” Jack said, picking his pen back up and handing Abbie a sheet of notes, “This oughta distract you.” 

---

It worked. Abbie felt much better by lunchtime with a few cups of coffee in her system. She picked up a sandwich and an iced tea and went back to her office. Exactly who she didn’t want to see was waiting outside her door.

“Serena,” she said, coldly. “What can I do for you?”

“I came here to talk,” Serena said. 

“What about?” said Abbie, trying desperately to push her away with her tone. Serena’s eyebrows raised. She blinked.

“Don’t you think we should do this inside?” She suggested.

“Fine,” said Abbie, opening her door. From the other side of the hallway, she caught Tracey’s eye for just a second. 

“What,” she spat. She didn’t sit down, and she didn’t invite Serena to. 

“What do you mean what,” Serena said, crossing her arms in front of her. When Abbie didn’t reply, she continued, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Abbie. 

“Just, last night, I mean, you kind of--” 

“Don’t worry about it,” she cut her off. “It doesn’t concern you.”

“Really?” said Serena. “Because the last time I checked, I was there.”

“Yes. But nothing that you saw was about you.” Abbie felt nausea creep up her throat. She saw the hurt in Serena’s eyes, the pain she knew she was causing. But it had to be done.

“Still,” said Serena. She cracked her knuckles. “Look, I know I barely know you--”

“Exactly,” Abbie said. “We barely know each other. Which is why this is none of your business.” Serena scoffed.

“So I guess whatever this was is over, then.” Abbie couldn’t detect anything but anger behind her words. She felt deflated, exhausted. 

“This wasn’t anything,” she said. And it hadn’t been. 

“Okay,” Serena said, turning to leave the room. “But for the record, I was starting to really enjoy your company.”

Abbie couldn’t reply before she was gone.

---

“What the hell is wrong with you,” said Lisa, barging into her apartment as soon as the door was open. Abbie had left a somber message on Lisa and Elle’s answering machine when she’d gotten home from work. She thought she shouldn’t feel so terrible. After all, it wasn’t anything. She felt sick to her stomach, her head hurt. She had no appetite.

“I mean, I actually thought,” she stopped and turned around, “I actually thought you might not screw this up.” She dropped her keys on the counter with a clang. Elle walked sheepishly in with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolate.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She said, bringing Abbie in for a hug. 

“No, don’t sweetheart her,” Lisa said, growing pink in the face, “Abbie you had a beautiful, smart, funny woman interested in you, and I know you like her too don’t even <i>try</i> to tell me you don’t, and you’re just letting that slip through your fingers?”

“It was never going to work out,” Abbie said sadly, “we’re coworkers, and I’m not really out, and I’m just too, too, too fucked up, I guess.”

“Oh, honey,” said Elle.

“Bullshit,” said Lisa, who had opened the box of chocolates and popped one in her mouth, “Bullshit. Nobody you work with cares.”

“I hate to say it but she’s right,” said Elle, pouring the wine. 

“I see nobody is denying that I’m too fucked up for relationships.”

“Nobody is dignifying that with a response,” said Lisa. She grabbed another chocolate. Elle thrust a glass into Abbie’s hands. 

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she said with her head hung. “I ruined any possibility.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” said Elle soothingly. She rubbed Abbie’s shoulder affectionately.

She definitely did. She pictured Serena’s hurt expression and brisk steps away from her. 

“I did,” said Abbie.

“So un-ruin things,” said Lisa, gesticulating with her glass of wine miraculously not spilling.

She didn’t see how she could.

[miggydiaz]

Happy nice ask day! Here's some lone star questions for you!

Suprise, Tim Minear has put you in charge of LS! (In a perfect world where everyone gets paid a fair wage for their work.) What's next for Tarlos besides the Gabriel of it all?

If you could bring one past character back, dead or alive, who would it be and why?

You get to do a crossover with *any* other show, past or present, what show would it be?

Pick a special episode: Valentines day ep, Halloween ep, Christmas ep, musical ep, animated ep, AU ep (like Mateo's sitcom dream)

You get to delete one thing from the show's history without messing anything up, what do you get rid of?

Pick a celebrity guest star. What would their role be?

Firefighter TK or paramedic TK?

For Carlos: Officer Reyes, Ranger Reyes, or something completely different non law enforcement

Flashback episode for TK's life in NYC (pre Alex), or a flashback episode of young Carlos growing up on the ranch (including his friendship with Iris)

A (new) work partner for Carlos or a new recruit at the firehouse?

Buttercup or Lou II?

TK's cousins or Carlos' sisters?

Andrea calling TK mijo or Owen calling Carlos son?

Reyes-Strand or Strand-Reyes?

If/when you've answered all of these, pass them on to others in the fandom, let's see everyone's answers!

Oh my god, I love these! Thanks for sending it to me @sugdenlovesdingle!

1. On one hand, I just want them to be happy and soft because they deserve it. On the other hand, I know that doesn’t make for compelling TV. So in addition to the Gabriel thing, I’d probably have Carlos develop an addiction of his own. Maybe it’s like, stimulants because he’s putting so much time and effort into finding who killed his father. But TK is in denial for the longest time because Carlos would never do that, and once he realizes that he’s wrong, it puts TK’s own recovery to the test getting Carlos the help he needs, but he pulls through and gets Carlos on the path to recovery as well. I know, I’m terrible, I’m sorry.

2. Either Julius to make Tommy’s life with Trevor very complicated, or Billy because I can’t help it, I love Billy. Or Alex trying to win TK back, just so I can watch Carlos could punch him out.

3. If it wasn’t for the identical cousin storyline Mateo had, I thought it would’ve been absolutely hilarious if they did House crossover and Owen’s other ex-wife was Lisa Cuddy, also played by Lisa Edelstein. But since they already did this kind of with Mateo, I’m going to be boring and say another 911 crossover would be cool. More of TK clocking Buck from a mile away and Eddie conveniently entering the scene immediately after, please and thanks, because that was so funny.

4. A Halloween episode for sure. I hate to say anything nice ever about Riverdale, but I loved the “3 different vignettes in one” episodes they’d do, especially the one in season 2. I think it would be REALLY cool to do something like that, where we have one story with Carlos investigating Gabriel’s murder solo and things get creepy, and then another story of the 126 showing up to a call except it’s to an abandoned asylum or something and they find out no one actually called (it’s like a ghost call), and then a third story of maybe Grace and the Wyatt and Charlie having a Halloween night in but it goes very “The Strangers” on them and someone is trying to break into their house but it’s really just like Judd’s daddy or someone totally innocuous.

5. A part of me wants to say the absolute blatant rip off of the Gabby Petito case, but I love Marjan centric episodes and there are not enough of them. So uh… probably the Owen stalker storyline. I don’t need more of Rob Lowe stroking his own ego on my screen.

6. Either Jensen Ackles or Timothy Olyphant as the new like, lead Texas Ranger. Basically taking over Gabriel’s position. And he would either a) be really keen on working with Carlos to help solve the murder because he has history with Gabriel or b) is behind the murder of Gabriel. Or both!

7. Ugh, this is so hard. I love both! I think he’s happier as a paramedic, but I wish he’d have more to do than drop the “BP is whatever over whatever, Cap!” line. Plus, I miss the little rivalry between him and Carlos when TK was AFD. I think I like him better as a firefighter, but I’m good with either.

8. REYES, TEXAS RANGER. I really wanted Detective Reyes, but I totally respect Carlos’s want to save people rather than figure out the case after the damage has been done. That being said, I kind of have a sneaking suspicion that a fellow ranger did Gabriel in, and I feel like Carlos will both NEED to get into the rangers to figure that piece out, and will WANT to next season to honor his father. Also, Team Carlos in a Cowboy Hat.

9. A Carlos flashback if I had to pick. IDK, I feel like TK has a lot of episodes that kind of center his trauma, so we know a LOT about TK, and less about Carlos. So it’d be nice to see more of his story, pre-TK.

10. A new partner for Carlos. You know… because he becomes a ranger… bonus if it causes a little bit of tension between him and TK like Cooper did! (I like the angst, I can’t help it)

11. Lou II! I love reptiles and TK being a lizard boy and Carlos being sketched out by them… all of it is adorable.

12. I’m gonna say Carlos’s sisters, just because I don’t think we’ll see much of TK’s cousins going forward unless Sydney decides to come after Owen for assisted suicide. Which would not surprise me in the least.

13. Andrea calling TK mijo. I just love it so much!

14. Reyes-Strand. I like the flow of Tyler Kennedy Reyes-Strand and Carlos Tomas Reyes-Strand better than Strand-Reyes.