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nepo baby gojo who grew up with not only a silver spoon but an entire china cabinet of them.

he’s rich, there’s no questioning it. rich rich. his dad was the ceo of a company, his mother a successful neurosurgeon. it was all in the cards for him to turn out successful, and it was no surprise when he did.

gojo graduated top of his class from japan’s best university. he’s in line to take over his fathers role at the company in a few years and his name is across forbes.

the only problem? the tabloids seem to be loving him for a different reason.

gojo is a shameless flirt. he has a plethora of exes, each having their own story about dating him. he’s an unapologetic playboy and sees no harm in fooling around, doesn’t care if it makes it into a stupid article because who reads those anyways?

everyone, evidently, and his father refuses to have his eccentric son ruining the family name.

the solution? make him date someone that they know he can’t break up with. set him up with a girl who’s so perfect on paper that she might not even be real.

he knows that his actions have had eventual consequences, but he never thought that he’d be forced to pick out a potential girlfriend from a line of pictures his assistants had splayed out for him. each of them coming from virtually no background with no importance to society. no families or families that are cut off, girls that nobody has heard of and would never remember if they saw her next to him. it much easier to create the perfect girl from scratch than finding her in the wild. especially ones as desperate as this? a fat check often shuts them up.

his uninterested gaze roams around the headshots, wondering how they must’ve convinced them in the first place. gojo knows what’s on the line, and as petulant and spoiled he is, he’s fortunately not stupid.

he rolls his eyes after another few minutes had passed, pointing to some random girl because he truly couldn’t care less.

the assistants around him quickly got to work, collecting the rest of the pictures as they began getting ready for what was to come.

little did you know that the strange offer you had from a strange woman a few weeks ago would be calling you back, telling you that you got the job.

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Ivy-sticker-01 by Xyntia & Xinnia Via Flickr: Trying something new. Here is a sticker of artificial idol Ivy Wong wearing a blue suit with a black shirt and black necktie.

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part twenty

authors note: this is more on the boring/filler side, and i apologize for that, but it covers some necessary things and hints at other things. plus, the one after this is wrestlemania and then after that is the infamous disney trip, and those def won't be boring/fillers. 👀

also, what do you ya'll think reader is having? i'm also open to name suggestions cause i hate naming characters lmao

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: fluff, language, angst, and suggestive themes

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

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words: 6.6k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @yolobloggers @wanderingreigns @southerngirl41 @msbigredmachine @romanreignsbae

Life is one crazy ass ride.

You’ve always known this, but the past few months have really shown you just how insane things can be. It’s been up, it’s been down, it’s been just a fucking rollercoaster of events and emotions, but somehow, things always seen to work out in your favor.

You expected, maybe more so hoped, that your Live with Jadah would go over well. Would help people see and understand that there’s so much more to the story, so much more to you than the lies that have been fed to them by your apparently psychotic ex-best friend. That was the semi-goal.

Well, to say that goal was met is a bit of an understatement.

The Live went viral, spreading and making it to most global and some international platforms. TMZ formally issued an apology to you, Joe, and Jadah, and retracted their story with Mariah, even scrubbing the interview, which Joe’s legal team believes is only to avoid getting caught up in the several lawsuits she’s been slapped with. 

So many publications have turned the tide, no longer speaking on you and your situation with an almost judgmental stance but rather just reposting the Live and letting the facts speak for themselves.

And social media…..holy shit. 

One thing you never expected was for the Live to go viral, but you especially never expected for yourself to also go viral in a different way, that is.

While the general public was initially against you, bashing you every which way to Sunday, it’s almost completely turned with the vast majority now utterly and wholly intrigued with you. They’ve dug up old headshots from when you cheered in college, clips of you either practicing or competing, and a few Snap videos you were in, again, all during your college years.

Not to mention the clips they took from the Live, primarily of you playfully twerking with Jadah. That clipped with the TikToks you did with Naomi has resulted in people making TikToks and “edits,” as Alexis explained, posting and sharing everywhere.

Apparently, the vast majority of social media finds you extremely attractive, and have even been comparing you to the infamous prison bae, Jeremy Meeks, from way back when. Minus the criminal aspects, of course.

“Look at this one! These are my favorite.” Alexis turns her phone so the group of you can see what is yet another edit of you, err, more so your ass than anything to good googly moogly by Project Pat, which apparently was already going viral on TikTok as people post videos of friends and loved ones with a nice ass. Seems you’ve been added to that group.

“I don’t get the fascination,” you admit with a shake of your hand, fingers tapping against your glass of lemonade. “Like, I’m not even famous.”

“You kinda are now,” Bianca suggests. It's a crazy suggestion, too, because in what world does someone like you, from a small ass town with virtually no major social media footprint, qualify as famous. “Not like, A-List celeb famous, but you don’t make it to the Shade Room if you’re not at least kinda famous.”

Alexis makes a sound, adding, “ya’ll whole lil situation made the March event on their calendar.”

“On their what?” Jadah is understandably confused, asking, “what the hell does that even mean?”

“Twin, I’m gonna need to make a PowerPoint for you or something.”

“Please do, and make sure to add the fancy transitions.”

“Custom slide backgrounds?”

“You know the key to my heart.”

The meeting and union of Jadah and Alexis remains to be seen as one of the worst or best things you could have ever done. They’re so damn similar it felt almost criminal to not introduce them, but with both having such strong personalities, a clash could be one of the titans. So far, however, they’re vibing just as well as you and Jadah have. Hence why all of these ladies are sitting around your coffee table, various drinks in hand, most alcoholic, except for yours of course. 

Which reminds you…

“Oh shit,” you announce, four sets of eyes falling on you as you realize you haven’t shared the news with the majority of them, ironically, Jadah being the only one to know. “I haven’t had a chance to ask.”

You decide to be dramatic as hell, pausing as Alexis is the first to say, impatiently, “ask what, hoe?”

Another pause followed by an intentional rub of your belly as you nonchalantly ask, “which one of ya’ll wants to be in charge of planning the baby shower?”

You’re met with instant screams and squeals of enjoyment, a big smile falling on your face as you’re hit with all of the questions and exclamations. 

“I knew it! I knew it was just a matter of time before BDJ struck again!”

“Y/N! Oh my goodness, congratulations!”

“No freaking way! That’s amazing!”

“I’m gonna act like I didn’t already know, so congratulations, great value sister wife!”

Alexis and Jadah’s statements make you laugh while Bianca and Kaylah’s cause your heart to swell. You then try to quiet them down, “thank you, guys. We’re excited. But, we haven’t told Callie yet, so please keep it to yourselves.”

“Of course.” Kaylah excitedly asks, “how far along are you?”

“Almost three months,” you answer, proudly. Although entirely unexpected, or maybe not depending on how you look at it, you’ve found your excitement at this pregnancy growing every single day. Excitement at having another child, giving Callie the chance to be a big sister, to give Joe the opportunity to experience this pregnancy with you from conception to birth and beyond. He deserves it, especially now that you know what he went through with Jadah.

“Wait. Damn. This means we can’t have a hot girl summer until next year!” Alexis is pouting as she downs the rest of her drink before reaching for the bottle to get a refill. “You couldn’t let that nigga shoot up the club later this fall instead.”

Kaylah’s nose turns up as she also takes a sip of her moscato but not before muttering, “didn’t need that visual.”

Rolling your eyes, you point out, “Alexis, we are too damn old to be having a hot girl summer. Half of us are moms and/or in relationships except your non-committal ass.”

Non-committal has nothing to do with the topic that floats to the front of your mind, but having a room full of women to consult with seems like a perfect opportunity to discuss something that’s still bothering you to some extent.

“Let me ask ya’ll something.” You take a sip of your sparkling apple cider and get to explaining. “So, every time I try to talk to Joe about planning for when the baby gets here, like having my mom or his mom come stay with us a bit to help out when he’s on the road, he either ignores me, changes the subject, or just pacifies me. And I’m trying really hard not to cuss him out, but between baby emotions and me being me, it’s hard.”

Being perceptive is always something you’ve prided yourself on, valued as one of your attributes, so it’s hard not to miss when Kaylah, Alexis, and even Jadah all look suddenly uncomfortable with your question, like they also want to change the subject.

Bianca is the first and only to speak out.

“Yeah, that’s kind of weird.” Her agreement is the quintessential example of validation you were needing for this situation. “I get you’re barely three months, but why not start with the plans now? The sooner the better since it seems like his schedule is pretty hectic.”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you echo her sentiments. “Exactly! And one thing to know about me, which I know he has to know about me is that I like to plan. I hate surprises. We need to start figuring out this shit now.”

“I’d definitely talk to him about it, cause men can be very go with the flow, but this isn’t one of those things that I think should be go with the flow.”

“I feel like you should maybe just wait it out and see where the cards fall.” Kaylah’s suggestion is casual, but her eye contact is sparse, and you actually don’t know what to make of that. 

Jadah contributes to the conversation with agreement to Kaylah’s point. “I agree. Trust your man, whore.”

“But—” And as if present and overhearing said conversation, your phone starts to ring, the man himself filling up your lock screen. “Speaking of the devil…..” You lift and show your phone to the group. “I gotta take this ya’ll.”

“Well, duh.” Alexis says like it’s a no brainer. “BDJ probably won’t stop calling until you pick up anyway.”

Laughing, you untangle your legs and climb off the sofa at the same time you answer his FaceTime, quickly telling him, “hold on.”

“I’ll be back,” you inform, but the last thing you hear is Bianca making the awful mistake of asking Alexis what “BDJ” stands for. Alexis and Jadah start to laugh. 

Obviously, Jadah also knows what’s up. 

Locking the door behind you, you sit down on the patio set that was delivered only two days prior and situate your phone on the accompanying table. Legs crossed, you give him the go, “okay, i’m good now. Just wanted some privacy.”

He doesn’t hesitate to slide right into protective papa bear mode. “How you feeling?”

“Alright.” Your hand unintentionally lands on your stomach as you explain, “had some nausea this morning, but that’s not out of the norm. I had pretty bad morning sickness when I was pregnant with Callie the first few months.”

You can tell he’s not entirely satisfied with this answer, leaning more on the concerned and conservative side. “When’s your next checkup?”

“April 8th. I made sure to schedule it so you can be there.” Joe indicated he wanted the first Monday after WrestleMania to be a day of rest for you and Callie, and it can still be, but you also couldn’t miss the opportunity for him to be a part of your first official well-baby visit. Especially with this being the first time you’ll be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat. 

That must especially be special for him.

“I promise I’m okay, Joe.” Out of respect for him and his emotional state at such an important time in his life, you haven’t told him everything Jadah shared with you. Haven’t made him aware of your knowledge regarding his loss. You’re not sure if you ever will, to be honest. If he wishes to discuss that with you, you’ll always be there to listen and support. But, there’s zero desire to dig up painful memories and trigger this man. 

That doesn’t, however, mean you can’t reassure him when you can see there’s a level of anxiety and apprehension. 

“If I wasn’t, you and Dr. Young would be the first to know.” It’s a promise. You would never do anything to risk unnecessary complications with this pregnancy. “How do you feel? You look tired.”

He’s looked as such for the past couple weeks, and you feel slightly bad, knowing the whole Mariah ordeal must have taken a toll on him. Not to mention his intense training and preparation for WrestleMania.

Of course, he just shrugs, playing it off. “I’m good.” You make a knowing sound. “What?”

“Seriously, Joe. This is me. I know you like the back of my hand. You’re exhausted. It’s okay to admit as such.”

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise.”

Joe is every bit stubborn as he is caring. He won’t agree with you, but that doesn’t make what you’re saying any less true.

“Whatever, just know I’m giving you a well deserved massage when we come to see you next week.” Coyly, you imply with a shrug of your shoulder. “And maybe a lil’ more depending on the layout of your place and if we can get some privacy from your lil’ twin.”

“Naw, that lil more is happening no matter what, even if I have to fuck you in the rental.”

His tone of surety makes you laugh as you think about something. “I don’t think we’ve ever fucked in a car before.” The list of places this man has been balls deep in you is endless, but a vehicle and plane seem to have not made the list. Yet. “Might have to change that.”

He also laughs. “Wherever you want it, baby, you just gotta tell me when and how.” Just more and more reasons to love this man to infinity and beyond. He matches your freak so well.

Joe asks about Callie, of course, and you let him know she’s in seven heaven playing with her cousin in her new room that’s gradually filling up even though she still doesn’t even have all of her stuff from back in your apartment. It also goes without saying that you remind him she’s absolutely thrilled to see him soon, the same as you, which is the same as him. Reunions between the three of you are just all around enjoyable.

Naturally, Joe apologizes, for no good reason, at not being able to come with you as you take Callie back to your hometown for your final apartment walkthrough and to close all other matters, officially making your move to Florida complete. It’s a bit of a bittersweet thing, leaving the place you grew up and have so many memories in. However, what’s ahead of you is so much better than what’s behind you. 

And while you would love Joe to be able to come too, it’s also not necessary.

Especially when he finds out what else is on your agenda before you say goodbye for good. 

Realizing your time with him could be cut at any moment, you decide it’s now or never to break the news to him. “There’s something I need to tell you, and I know right off the bat, you’re not going to be in agreement, but I need you to just hear me out.”

He’s hesitant and already skeptical but nods. “I’m listening.”

A deep breath followed by a quick prayer to the big man that Joe will at least try to be open to this plan. “I’m gonna go see my dad while I’m there.”

This is something you’ve really been thinking about, on and off, since the Christmas ordeal. It just hasn’t been such a major priority given all the other fires you’ve been having to put out. Alexis was right when she said the dynamic with your dad has a lot to do with the situation with Joe and not telling him about Callie.

And you being able to acknowledge that has made you realize you’ve been holding onto a lot of pain and anger towards that man. More pain than anything. And it’s time to let it go. The same way you’re leaving that town for good, albeit bittersweet, you need to drop the baggage of hurt at the door before the curtain closes permanently.

In this case, that means sitting in front of the man who is your biological father and nothing more, speaking your peace, and closing that chapter.

For good. 

To some extent, you expected, maybe more so hoped, for Joe to be more receptive. 

It was wishful thinking, at best.

Immediately, he protests, face turned up in a scowl that reminds you of Callie when she’s in one of her moods. “Like hell you—”

Closing your eyes, you do your best to keep your voice leveled. “Hear me out, please.”

“Y/N, do you not remember the last time you saw that man?” Most definitely do you remember. That was definitely a low moment for you. “You were a fucking wreck. I’m not seeing you go through that again, especially with you being pregnant.”

“Do you really think if I had even an inkling it wouldn’t be safe for our baby I’d be doing it? Come on, Joe. You know me. I would never put either of our children in harm's way.” And you know he knows this, knows this very well, but you can also understand his anxiety from a couple different angles. “Before when I saw him, I was still looking for his love and approval. I can admit that now.” It’s been a tough pill to swallow, going back and forth between emotion and logic, coming to grips with such an uncomfortable truth. “I don’t need that anymore. I don’t even want it. I have you. I have Callie. My mom. Our friends. Even this new baby, but if I’m leaving that town for good, I need to leave all of the hurt it brought me there too. That includes making my peace with him.”

When he still doesn't say anything, you continue to plead your case.

“I need to do this, Joe. I’m not asking you to understand.” You’re not quite sure he could. This is one of those things that unless you’ve lived it, lived with a neglectful, uninvolved parent, you just couldn’t get it. “I’m just asking you to trust me.”

He’s quiet for a few minutes, and you already know it’s because he’s sitting on your words, doing his best to meet you where you are. Eventually, he says in a resigned voice, “I don’t want you going alone.”

There’s an immense amount of gratitude for his blessing, and his request is more than fair.  You also figured as such, assuring him, “I already talked with Bianca about it. She’s gonna go with me.” 

This seems to make him feel at least a little bit better. He scratches his beard. “Alright. But the minute you start feeling off—”

“I’ll cut it off. I know.” That goes without saying. You meant what you said. Nothing could make you put your baby at risk. “Thank you, Joe.”

Not wanting this to be the last topic you discuss, you switch gears a bit to something that will hopefully lessen his unease. “I also think we should tell Callie when we come to see you next week. I just told the girls today, and I’m gonna tell my mom while I’m there. Callie deserves to know.” The order of which you’ve told people about your pregnancy isn’t exactly how you would have preferred it to go. In a perfect world, it would have been Joe, Calllie, your mom, and then your close friends. But, life be lifing, so you just have to roll with it as best you can. 

Joe nods. “I agree.” You overhear a distant voice in the background before his gaze falls on you. “I gotta go, babe.”

It’s hard not to feel disappointed. “I get it.” This pregnancy has your emotions a bit on the high, sensitive end, because there’s no reason for you to feel like crying just because this man has to get back to work. You miss him like crazy, sure, but this has always been a bit of the dynamic. You get him in doses, sometimes big, sometimes small. “Can we still call you tonight? You know Callie can’t sleep unless she can tell both of us goodnight.”

It’s such a twist, a beautiful, unexpected thing. Once upon a time, it was just you she needed to see and/or speak to before she could fall asleep. But now, it’s both you and Joe, and you honestly couldn't love that more. 

Their relationship and bond is so precious to you.

And now that you understand what Joe’s been through, you can see why he’s always willing to move heaven and earth for her. She’s the little girl he’s always wanted and finally has.

“Of course.” You weren’t expecting any other answer. “I love you.”

A warm smile sets on your face. “I love you too, baby.”

You settle on a time that works best for him and end the call. Ignoring the sadness at not being able to talk to him further, you walk back in the house for a sure pick-me-up.

“Well, it’s about time,” Bianca teases, dimples nice and pronounced. “Thought we were gonna have to check on ya’ll.”

“No, she’s back too early….” Alexis, as per usual, confuses you when she asks, “ya’ll weren’t having phone sex?” She curses and then grabs her purse, digging out her wallet, slapping a wad of cash into Jadah’s expecting hand.

“Told you,” Jadah says knowingly, smirk on her pretty face as she counts the cash. “One thing I do know about Joe is he’s an all out type of man. It’s rounds or nothing.” She then looks over at you, apologizing, “hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t.” It’s an honest answer. You’re old, mature, and secure enough to acknowledge and be okay with the fact your man has been with her in almost every way he’s probably been with you. Outside of the emotional connection component, which is really what matters the most to you. Sex would just be sex if you didn’t love him as much as you do. If he didn’t love you as much as he does. That’s what makes it so explosive. 

“Well, it bothers me!”  Kaylah looks so disgusted, and you can’t blame her. “Joe is literally like my brother!” 

Bianca cosigns with a shake of her head. “And it bothers me because Y/N literally is my sister.”

“That’s so wild, so ya’ll are half sisters, right?” Jadah asks, pointing between the two of you as you move back onto the sofa. “Same mom or…..”

“No, same dad, but we don’t claim him.”

Jadah makes an ‘O’ with her mouth as Alexis leans over to whisper something in her ear. “Got it. Daddy issues. Ya’ll should just jump him then.”

“That’s what I said! Stomp his ole’ mean ass.”

Yeah…..putting Alexis and Jadah together may have created a new kind of threat to society.

“Anyway.” Refocusing them is really the best and only option. “As we were discussing, ya’ll think I should bring it up to Joe when we fly there next week?” You then remember the pact mentality and aim your question toward Bianca. “Let me just ask you, cause you seem to be the only one who gets where I’m coming from.”

At that, Bianca opens and closes her mouth. “Oh. That. I…..I think you should just leave it alone. I’m sure Joe has his reasons.”

Now it’s your turn to look shocked. “What? That’s not what you said literally not even 10 minutes ago.”

Bianca switching up on you definitely wasn’t in the cards, especially since she was providing you all the affirmation and validation you were seeking in your dilemma. 

She looks off, almost in a guilty, sheepish way. “I changed my mind….”

“What did ya’ll say to her?” It’s directed toward Alexis and and even Jadah, because Kaylah doesn’t seem like the type to try to sway people one way or the other. “Can’t leave ya’ll asses alone for two minutes.”

“I don’t like your tone, Mama Mia. Watch it.” Alexis warns, and you can only roll your eyes. “What you need to be focused on is what you’re gonna wear to the Hall of Fame and WrestleMania.”

Kaylah gasps, also remembering. “Shit, I completely forgot about that.”

Your eyes land on her with premature excitement. “You’re going to the awards too?” She nods and you let out a big sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, I was kinda nervous. I’m sure Trinity is going too, but the more the merrier, I feel like I’m gonna be so out of place there or everyone’s going to hate me.”

“Girl, like Joe is going to let that happen.” Jadah is, surprisingly, the first one to jump to calm your nerves. “Him taking you in and of itself is such a ‘fuck you’ move. He really said ya’ll not about to bully the woman I love and think I’m finna just keep her on the backburner.”

“I agree.” Kaylah chimes, providing additional and useful context. “The internet wrestling community is a cesspool, and they’ll always find some reason to complain and bitch, but Joe has never been about that. He’s gonna have you on his arm regardless of who has something to say about it.” 

“Ummmm, why are we acting like majority of the internet isn’t all on Y/N’s dick now that ya’ll cleared up the air?” Alexis lifts her phone, adding, “I literally can’t get on TikTok or Twitter without seeing edits and photos of Y/N that the internet has dug up. They can’t get enough of her.”

“Her ass, specifically,” Jadah adds, and you shake your head. 

“I think what they’re trying to say is that maybe you should redirect your focus on fashion and hair choices vs public perception, because it seems to be in your favor currently.” Bianca’s advice is wise and on time. It also is very much giving off teacher vibes, just another thing you two can connect on.  

You’re really happy you asked her to come visit you. 

That you gave her a chance.

It’s proving to be a really good decision.

“Well, I’m gonna have my mom do my silk press while I’m there, so there’s that.” Typically, you avoid heat like the plague, sucking up the pain in the ass wash days to keep your curls hydrated and thriving. However, you’re okay with every now and then sitting in that damn chair for what feels like, and is, hours for these special occasions. And attending the Hall of Fame awards as well as WrestleMania definitely constitutes a special moment. “As far as fashion…..I have no idea. I don’t really have a lot of fancy clothes, and the ones I do have are before Callie and even now with the weight I’ve gained from this pregnancy already, I don’t know if I can still wear them.”

“Well then it’s obvious what we need to do.” Alexis says with a ‘duh’ tone. “We need to go find you some dresses! Like, today.”

“I probably do need to pick up something too.” Kaylah says with a heavy sigh. “I think Josh said something about wearing red.”

“Of course you have to wear red. That’s Bloodline colors.” 

You chuckle at Bianca’s enthusiasm. It’s kinda cool that she’s also into wrestling. You’re so tempted to ask Joe if he can get tickets for her, Darius, and Taylor, but you also don’t want to do too much. It already means a lot to you that he got tickets for your mom and Alexis. 

“I hate to pull the girls from their playing. They must be having a blast considering not one has come down in like over an hour.” It’s true. Not to mention you can also occasionally hear the chorus of giggles and shouting indicating just how great a time they’re having.

“I can watch them for ya’ll.”Jadah’s suggestion causes all sets of eyes to land on her. She rolls her eyes. “You all go get the shopping done, and I’ll stay here with the kids.”

“Jadah, you don’t have to—”

“I don’t mind. I’m not really that big on shopping anyway.” Finally. A difference between her and Alexis. “Plus, I have some client stuff I can get caught up with.”

You’re still reluctant, offering her another out. “If you’re sure….”

“Y/N, I would hope by now you’ve figured out I’m too blunt to lie. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” Jadah shrugs, directing her next statement to Kaylah and Bianca. “If you’re also good with it too, of course.”

Bianca and Kaylah echo agreement with you, hence it being decided.

With a chuckle, you announce, “I guess we’re going shopping.”

———-

Things have been hard since you first landed back in your hometown.

Saying goodbye to your students was hard. 

Saying goodbye to friends in town has been hard. 

Bidding farewell to the apartment you first brought your sweet little girl home to after she was born was very hard.

Visiting your grandma’s grave one last time for who knows how long…..that’ll be brutal.

But this….confronting your father for the last time…

To say you’re a bit on the anxious side is putting it nicely. 

This was always going to be on the nerve inducing side for a variety of good and valid reasons. It’s just getting to the moment where it happens, where you sit in the parking lot of the restaurant he agreed to meet “you” at is just bringing out some indecision you’re certain comes from a place of anxiety.

Finally stepping out of the car, you and Bianca reach the door of the restaurant when she turns to you, mouth turned into a bit of a frown as she reminds, “you sure you want to do this?”

“It’s not about what I want to do. It’s about what I need to do, Bianca.” It’s the truth. This isn’t something you’ve been dying to have happen your entire life, but for the sake of your healing, it’s what needs to happen. “But, if you feel uncomfortable, I totally get—”

“Not at all.” She reaches for your hand. “You’ve got this.”

A deep breath followed by a head nod as you accept her hand. She gives you a little squeeze and opens the door, leading the way figuratively and literally. As expected, he’s already there and waiting, sitting near the back of the restaurant. You’re not surprised a man like him is right on time. He seems like the punctual bastard type.

And Bianca has reiterated as such before. 

Together, you walk hand in hand towards him. Your eyes never leave him, watching as he lights up with a genuine smile at seeing Bianca, but that smile almost instantly drops when he sets his gaze on you.

Expected. 

Wholly expected.

Immediately, his nose is turned up in visible disgust, primarily directed toward you. “Bianca, what is the meaning of this?”

“What?” Her voice is full of nonchalance as is the expression on her face. “I told you your daughter wanted to speak with you.”

He just didn’t know which daughter.

There’s no denying or misunderstanding his anger at the subterfuge. He shoots up from the table. “I’m not putting up with—”

Bianca is quick with it, assertively informing him, “if you want even a chance of seeing Taylor again, you’re gonna sit right back down and hear her out.” It means the world to you that not only has Bianca agreed to be here with you today, but it’s the fact that she’s willing to be so loyal to you.

Like a sister.

Because she is your sister. 

He scoffs almost immediately. “Using my grandchild to blackmail me? That’s low, Bianca. Your mother and I raised you better than that.”

She crosses her arms and matches his energy. “You are the last person that needs to be talking about raising anyone.” She then looks at you, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “I’ll be right over there if you need me, okay?”

Nodding, she gives you one last supportive squeeze and ignores her father to walk over and slide into a booth across the room. 

Left alone, you watch him begrudgingly sit down so he’s across from you, same set of brown eyes locking. It kills you how much of yourself you can see in him, starting with the same set of eyes. You just have to remind yourself that that’s where the similarities end. 

“This won’t take long, which I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear.” He doesn’t agree nor disagree, not that it makes much of a difference to you. At all. “I’m moving from this town. Tomorrow’s the day I hand over my keys, and I’ll officially be living in Florida full time. Not that you care, because we both know you never have and never will give a flying fuck about me.”

“Is there a point to this?” The edge in his voice, maybe even a couple months ago, might have killed you. Stolen your joy. Now, it does nothing. He no longer has that power over you, because you’ve taken that power back. 

And it feels so damn good.

“I did it, you know.” Without giving him a chance, if he even would, to respond, you continue. “I made something of myself. I’m successful. I have a career. I found love all without you ever doing a goddamn thing for me.”

For a second, you swear you see a different emotion flash in his familiar irises, but it’s gone almost instantly, replaced with that permanent disdain you refuse to allow sway you from your goal.

“I have a man who loves me in every single healthy way that exists, who loves our daughter more than there are words in all the languages put together.” Emotion chokes you up, but you manage to stick with the mental points you made for this conversation. “And you wanna know something? We conceived her when he was still married.”

Leaning forward as you lower your voice, both for privacy and emotionality. “But, I didn’t tell him. I deprived him and our little girl for the first almost five years of her life because I was so scared that he was going to be like you, that he was going to reject her and hurt her the way you hurt me.”

It’s a bit painful for you to verbalize those words, but also so damn liberating to free them from the confines of your subconscious.

To also release those shackles they had on you. 

“But, I was so so so wrong, because he is the best damn dad she could have asked for, and he was angry with me for not telling him about her. He wanted to be in her life. He wanted her. And it’s through that I finally realized something.”

Your voice cracks as you finally release your truth and acknowledge freedom from over 30 years of emotional bondage.

“I’ve finally realized after all these years that it’s not that I’m not good enough for you.” You shake your head, pointing at him with all the intention and determination you can muster up. “You’re not good enough for me. Not good enough to be my dad. Definitely not good enough to be a grandfather to my kids. Not good enough to be in my life.” There isn’t an ounce of hesitation or a stutter in your voice. “It’s not that I don’t deserve to be in your life. You don’t deserve to be in mine. You never did, and you never will.”

And never again will you seek out that love and validation from him. You don’t need it. 

You never did.

“I actually feel sorry for you, because I am an amazing, strong black woman who was raised by an even more amazing, strong black woman who was also raised by a phenomenal black woman. And my daughter….” Just thinking about Callie, her warm smile and the great big hug she gave you, before you and Bianca left her and Taylor with your mom, makes you all choked up again. “—is the kindest, sweetest, smartest kid you could ever meet. But as long as there is breath in my body, you will not know her or any other kids I bring into this world.”

That’s a promise, an oath, a swear on everything that you love and hold dear.

“After today, you are dead to me, and I truly hope you one day see all that you missed out on, but I’m not going to wait around for that. I’m going to spend the rest of my life surrounded with love and family because that’s what I deserve.” Grabbing your purse and sliding out the booth, you make eye contact with Bianca who starts to head over. “Take care, Captain Wilson.”

As soon as she’s at your side, he shoots up from the booth. “Bianca, if you leave with that girl—”

“That woman,” Bianca corrects with all the sharpness. “You mean my sister?”

His lips turn up with a hateful snarl. “This hoodrat trash is not your sister.”

You actually laugh at his words, laugh at the fact that he’s truly so pathetic and a piece of shit he couldn’t even take any of what you just said to heart. It also makes you wonder if he’s aware of all the shit that’s been happening online regarding you. Not that it makes a difference.

It’s just something else he would try to use to justify not being in your life.

Like a coward.

“No.” She lifts her chin, taking your hand. “She is my sister, but you?” Bianca shakes her head, and you can hear the emotion catch in her voice. “You’re not my father. You’re the trash.”

If he offers a visible response to her harsh words, you’ll never know because Bianca tugs on your hand, directing the both of you to turn around as she marches you out the restaurant. Once out of the vicinity, she spins you around and brings you in for a big, loving hug.

“I’m so damn proud of you.” Eyes closing, you accept and lean into her embrace. You’re also insanely proud of you. “You said what you had to say. The ball is in his court now.”

“I highly doubt he’s gonna do anything with it.” Separating, you again thank her. “I really appreciate you being here with me today. I’m not sure Joe would have been okay with me doing this, if you weren’t here.”

She smirks, head tilted to the side. “Nowhere else I’d rather be, hun.”

It’s the truth. Along with the fact that you’re not even sure you would and even could have gone through with this if not for her assistance and support. It’s crazy how the people you’ve met in recent months have become such important figures in your life and the people you thought were important are now strangers.

Life….always a wild ride, for sure.

“And speaking of Joe….” She’s understandably confused as you casually throw out, “guess who’s going to WrestleMania with her little sister?”

Bianca’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Seriously?” Laughing, you nod. “Oh my god—” She captures you in another big hug, the two of you nearly hopping like damn teenagers. “Wait, just me or—”

“Of course not. Taylor and Darius too. I feel like he might divorce your ass if you tried to go without him.”

“You’re not entirely wrong.” Her laughter lessens as she looks at you with admiration and appreciation. “You really didn’t have to do that, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t that big a deal.” And it wasn’t. After biting the bullet and pushing aside unnecessary anxiety, you just shot Joe a text asking if there was any way Bianca and her family could attend Mania. His response was an almost instant yes. “Besides….we’re sisters.” Your eyes begin to water as you give a one shoulder shrug. “We look out for each other.”

Her smile matches the emotionality of this moment. “You’re damn right we do.” Sniffling, she wipes her eyes and then gasps. “Shit, now I need to find a dress. Does this town have any stores where I could maybe find something?”

Her question is so laughable. “Not really, sis. Let’s just wait till we fly home. I’m sure we could find you something there. Maybe the boutique where I got my dresses."

Home…..

You’re not sure if you’ve referred to Florida as home prior to this moment, but it feels so good, so right. Like it’s where you’re supposed to be. Where you were always supposed to be. 

Home with your daughter, with your man, with the baby growing inside you.

With your family.

[needlesslycryptic]

Commissions status <:)

I am still open for the 23 usd headshot style commissions indefinitely but all other commission types are on hold until march due to time constraints :)

You can purchase a headshot via these two options:

Option 1 ( Stripe, PayPal, card, PayPal virtual card ):

Option 2 (PayPal virtual card and card only)

Option 2:

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[ofmdrecaps]

04/15-17/2025 Daily OFMD REcap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Alex Sherman; Anapela Polata'ivao; Connor Barrett and Brian Gattas; The New Uni Con Updates (Pay it Forward and Autographs); Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction: Love Notes;

Whelp, even after saying I was posting this yesterday I got called in and worked til midnight 2 nights in a row. So here it is today!

= David Jenkins =

David is settling into the dad life well! He's already out hustling rubes with the little one!

He also recently procured some teeny boys from the wonderful RebelSophie that arrived today!

Source: David's IG

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys has been super busy with his The Legend Returns tour! Recently in AoNZ and Australia!

Source: The Claire Hooper IG

Source: Squirrel Comedy

Source: Rhys' IG Stories

= Taika Waititi =

Taika has been super busy! He got to hang out with Andy Hearnden and meet his live long idol, Cyndi Lauper!

In addition, the very cool interactive piece he participated in is up for a Webby! You can vote for it here!

Source: Taika's IG Stories

= Samba Schutte =

If you haven't checked it out already-- there's going to be another Momentus event with Samba coming up on May 10! Individual Bananas have sold out--but you can still order the bandana by buying a ticket to his May 10th Class here! "Each purchase benefits @everymomcounts, working to achieve quality, respectful and fair maternity care for mothers all over the world🙏🏾"

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Samba's also been back voice acting!

Source: Samba's IG stories

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's sending us some thirst traps again!

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Source: Vico's IG

= Alex Sherman =

Our beloved Alex Sherman just received his doppelganger in the mail! Made by the incredibly brilliant @amuseoffyre!!

Source: A Muse of Fyre's Ig

As you can tell he adores him, and he even got to spend a bit of time catching up with Samba!

Source: Alex Shermans' IG Stories

= Anapela Polata'ivao =

Our dear Auntie's new movie Tinā has won the Audience Award at the 2025 Perth Festival!!

Source: Tinā the Film IG

= Connor Barrett and Brian Gattas =

Our fabulous Hornberry, and Siegfried got some new headshots and psstt April 18th is Brian's birthday!

Source: Rob Mainord Photography

= The New Uni-Con =

Some news for The New Uni-Con! Amy was kind enough to set up a Pay-It-Forward option for the convention coming up in the UK!

Pay it Forward

By request, the Pay it Forward option is live!

How it works?

If you would like to attend TNUC either as Weekend (1 Auto), Day or Virtual Ticket but are being restricted by the price, you can sign up for a Pay It Forward Ticket. Funded by kind, and generous, members of the fandom, you'll receive gift vouchers for up to 50% of the value of your chosen ticket. Gift Vouchers will be assigned on a first come, first served basis. Once your ticket has been funded and you have been notified, you'll have 7 days to confirm you still want the ticket, or we will release your funding to the next person on the list. If you want to donate - you can purchase Gift Vouchers from the Siren Events Ticket Tailor Store (I've made available in £10, £20 and £50 denominations - if you want others, let me know). Enter the Gift Voucher Redemption Codes into the Pay It Forward Donations sign up form. If for any reason your Gift Voucher(s) are not used, we'll be in contact so you can either redeem them for extras / event merch, or roll them over to the next event.

Recipients sign up here

Donors sign up here

Buy Gift Vouchers (click on box in top right corner)

Autograph Send-In-Service

In addition! There's some news on Autographs for the convention! The con will be offering the chance to order one of the photos from the event photo studio (which is the only place they'll be available-- Or, people can send in something (as long as it fits in a poster tube or a4 envelope) to have signed and then returned to them (for those who have specific art or prints they want signed)!

Source: Amy / Siren Events Discord

= Fan Spotlight =

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

New Episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time around is our favorite badass one handed boss, Jackie! Check it out on Spotify or your favorite podcast platform!

Source: OFMFF's Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I've missed you! I'll be working on doing a lot of catch up over the next week or so now that taxes are finally done! Tonight I just want to remind every single one of you how well you're doing. Shit is hard right now. So hard. We are experiencing things we never thought we would, and yet here you are, still here, and I'm so very proud of you for that. You are still here and that means so much to me and everyone else. That being said, please oh please take some time for you. Whatever you need to recharge some of your battery. Read a book, listen to your favorite song or album on loop, dance around your living room in your underwear, eat something tasty you enjoy, cuddle with your fur-family, hug your favorite person, visit your favorite place! I know that that's not always possible for everyone, so If you're not able to for any reason, please take some time tomorrow to close your eyes and imagine some of those things you love. Sit with the in your mind and enjoy them there for even just a few minutes. Our imaginations can change our brain chemistry-- and it can actually help with our anxiety.

Anything you can do for you-- do it! We need things to remind us of how good the world can be. Of the love and sillyness that's here, and that as bad as shit is, we can still poke our heads into happiness once in a while. Anyway, I'm rambling sorry... I hope you are hanging in there, and getting any ounce of rest you can Crew. Stay safe out there <3

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[fallenrockstars]

⚠️ Disabled parent needs help for food and daily necessities ⚠️

Please read the info below and spread the word, I’ll also include their commission and donation info down below.

My mutual Kair is a disabled parent who recently lost their housing and had to raise finances via GoFundMe to urgently relocate— which unfortunately caused them to lose their food stamp benefits for the time being due to the sudden influx of income, despite the funds going directly into housing and not being held onto. Needless to say, dealing with the instability of these basic core needs being met through no fault of your own is devastating to juggle.

Until they’re able to potentially resolve their case and regain their benefits, money is going to be very tight and they could seriously use help feeding themself and their child.

I know a lot of people see fundraisers like this and feel wary because they don’t know the person behind the screen, but please be assured Kair and I have been mutuals for some time now and are a trustworthy person, and I can tell you they’ve been through the wringer and genuinely deserve anything y’all can send their way

If you’re interested in grabbing a commission feel free to check out their offerings on Twitter and hit them up via email ponycidecommissions@gmail.com

TWT LINK TO THE HEADSHOT COMMS POST: https://x.com/ponycide/status/1749471475722076630?s=61&t=-n4ArPxz_TRv2e8YObl5GA

TWT LINK TO THE FASHION COMMS POST: https://x.com/ponycide/status/1744410466577678380?s=61&t=-n4ArPxz_TRv2e8YObl5GA

[serahlink]

‼️‼️Help a Homeless Artist & His Family (please read!)‼️‼️

(Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!)

Hi all, it's Link again. I hate to be asking for help yet again but unfortunately, we're gonna be shifting back to square one again. According to the shelter, we're coming up on the end of our stay and they've taken my father and myself off of the paid volunteer position, so we're left without any sources of income and virtually nowhere to go. I'm trying to talk with my counselor for other options and help but as of right now, we have no other option except to go back to a motel. We have a limited time, I'm assuming under a week due to how vague the wording was, so I'm hoping to get enough for a least a couple days so we have somewhere to possibly lay our heads after everything is said and done. Until something else comes through or we can find another shelter, depending on what happens.

So, I'm opening my commissions once again. I mainly draw fantasy type portraits/scenes surrounding Dragon Age, Baldurs Gate, Dungeons and Dragons, but I also draw different ocs from other fandoms or original stories, to furries and any kind of characters you can think of! :) the only things I don't draw at the moment is heavy gore, s/xual nudity and anything really taboo or pro ship. If you are unsure about a commission request though, feel free to ask and I'll confirm! :))

My turnaround time depending how things go can be 2-4 weeks for smaller commissions and 1-2 months for larger ones, but I'll try to update as frequently as possible! If you want an immediate update, feel free to pm me and I'll get to you as soon as I can! :D As far as contacting me goes, please do so through tumblr pms! It's the easiest way for me to get it! And for the payment, one thing to note is that I will not because I can not do refunds. Since our situation is going back to being in a motel where we need all the funds possible to cover the room, I won't have the means to pay you back. I can change a piece to your liking, even redo it if need be, but refunds are impossible for me to do at the moment so please consider that before commissioning me. Thank you! :)

Donations are also accepted! I have a p/ypal and c/shapp that can be donated to for our situation, feel free to pm me and I'll send it right over! :))

Now that all of that's out of the way, my commission prices and examples will be below. Thank you so much to all of you, new and old, for always being here for my family and for supporting by commissioning, sharing, etc. we wouldn't have come this far without you all :") thank you!!

~Prices~

Sketch (price depending on type of sketch) - base price of 15$

Sketch page - 15$ per sketch

Headshot - 40$ (+10$ if shaded)

Bust - 50$ (+10$ if shaded)

Expression Sheet (minimum of 3 heads per sheet, 10$+ per extra head) - 60$ (10$+ if shaded)

Half body - 70$ (+15$ if shaded)

Full body - 90$ (+15$ if shaded)

Couples Commission (a commission that includes two people) - 140$ (+15$ if shaded)

Group commissions (commission that includes more than two people, price dependant on the details) - 60 base price(one character, unshaded; each extra character is +75% to the original price) (40$+ if shaded) 

Paintings (price depending on the details) - 150$+

[ohtoseni]

like real people do

chapter thirteen

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC read on ao3 the government forces soulmates to be together, no matter what it takes. or, steve and bucky struggle with their eighteen-year-old soulmate who refuses to settle into her new life after being kidnapped by the government. tags/warnings: soulmate mark au, forced throuple/poly relationship (f/m/m), extreme age gap, kidnapping, slow burn, dub con, mental health issues (ptsd, audhd, ocd, bpd, ed), found family, emotional hurt/comfort, sensory overload and meltdowns, eventual smut, tooth-rotting fluff, power imbalance, domestic discipline (spanking as punishment), general teenage angst, daddy dom energy, oral fixation, praise kink, implied/referenced child abuse/csa, kink exploration, p in v sex, oral sex, non sexual age regression, lots of cuddles and snuggles and crying

Bucky didn’t understand why Eve played such violent video games. He sat on the couch as she played a shooter game on the television, completely engrossed in the activity. She leaned against the coffee table, back to Bucky and eyes trained on the virtual crosshair on the screen. Zombie characters exploded with each precise shot taken, blood and gore being the end prize, apparently. 

A box arrived that morning from Eve’s college roommates full of her leftover belongings. The big thing was her gaming console- it was the first thing she unpacked and immediately hooked up to the TV. The rest of her trinkets be damned; she wanted her Xbox. 

Eve’s hands fidgeted with the controller after failing the mission. She started the round off well, but when she tried to exfil, her mind just seemed to wander off. Her focus wasn’t on the zombies.

It was on Bucky. 

She didn’t look at him or say anything just yet, but she could feel his eyes on her. Was he judging her? Or was he just trying to figure her out like a cipher? Eve anxiously flicked through the game menus while thinking of what to do next. 

Bucky was so, so good to her. Steve, too, but he wasn’t here. Trying to show her gratitude for them always felt hard since they would brush it off and say that she deserved good things without payment. She tried breakfast, cuddles, and chores. But never what she knew they wanted from her. 

Sex. 

They would talk about her while being intimate, describing just what dirty things they would do to her. It was lewd, making Eve blush as she overheard it on her way to the bathroom at night. Those nightly events always left her feeling conflicted- the grossed-out feeling of being objectified mixed with the little ache in her core at the arousing thoughts. 

She was no stranger to sex; she just never really had consensual sex. The kind with loving touches and desperate pleas for more. To her, sex was a transaction. Eve wanted to change that worldview. 

She restarted the mission but didn’t play. The game loaded, the battle music crescendoing into the firefight. Eve’s fingers stilled on the controller as the tension in the room grew thick and heavy- she could feel Bucky’s gaze still on her back. From the reflection of the TV screen, she saw his face eyeing her up. Silent, unreadable, but constant. She wasn’t imagining it.

The silence bore into her until she could no longer take it. Her thumb hovered over the pause button. She hit it. 

Slowly, she turned and sat the pink controller on the coffee table as she rose to her knees. Her pulse thudded in her throat, unsure if this was bravery or insanity. But it didn’t matter. Her body moved before her fear could catch up. 

“Do you think I’m weird?” She asked without facing Bucky.

Bucky’s voice was low and patient, though questioning and curious. “No. Why?”

“I play games with headshots and blood,” she muttered, still not looking. “I barely talk. I overthink. And I hear you… sometimes. At night.”

A pause shifted the air in the room. They both blushed slightly at the hinted scenes. The couch creaked under his weight as Bucky leaned forward slightly.

“You hear us?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. No shame or apology, just genuine curiosity about where the conversation was headed.

Eve nodded. Her hands pressed against the wood of the coffee table, grounding herself. “You talk about me like I’m some fantasy. Like I’m not real.”

“You are real,” he said. Finally, Eve looked over to face him. 

Her breath shook with anxiety and fear. She shouldn’t do this. But she wanted to.

“Then touch me like I am.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched out of pure restraint. His hands were in fists in his lap, holding back with everything he had. The one thing he’d been wanting and craving finally came to him on a random Monday morning. He couldn’t help but shift in his seat as his cock twitched.

“Are you sure?” He asked, giving Eve an out.

“No.” Her voice cracked. Then steadied. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

She crawled onto the couch, slow, cautious, but deliberate. Her knees sank into the cushion beside his thigh. Bucky didn’t dare move- only watched her, blue eyes tracking every inch of her as she came closer. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t seducing. She was just here, asking with her body, with her proximity, for something to change. 

Tentatively, Eve raised her hand and touched the side of his face. Stubble rough against her palm. He didn’t flinch. He leaned into it. 

“You don’t have to earn anything,” he said. “We don’t want you because we think you owe us.”

“I know,” Eve whispered. “But I want to give it to you anyway.”

He kissed her slowly and softly. His mouth met hers like he had been waiting for permission, not just an invitation. And when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, she gasped softly against his lips, her heart hammering in her chest. 

Bucky didn’t rush things. Hands slid down her back, firm and reverent, gripping her like he still didn’t quite believe she was real. The kiss deepened slowly, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. 

Her thighs spread on either side of his, sweatpants catching against his denim, her hips rocking forward like instinct was dragging her there. He was already hard beneath her. 

Eve pulled back just enough to speak, still breathless. “We don’t have to stop, right?” 

“Not unless you say so,” Bucky said with a sly smirk, hands steady on her hips. 

“Then don’t stop,”

Lips returned to hers, swallowing the tiny gasp she let out as his hands gripped her hips harder. He was more rough this time, possessive in that quiet way of his. Bucky had been dying to touch her like this for weeks, and now he was going to savor every damn second. 

Eve rocked her hips in his lap, searching for friction as her body pulsed with need. Her breath caught when she felt the shape of him, thick and hard beneath her. The moan she let out was soft and helpless. Bucky pulled back just far enough to look at her. 

“Jesus, doll…” His voice was rough velvet. “Look at you.”

She blinked up at him, eyes glazed, lips parted. His thumb traced her bottom lip, and her tongue darted out to taste him. 

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured. “So good, so pretty sittin’ on my lap like this.”

Eve whimpered, hips grinding down again. He grabbed her ass this time, dragging her forward until she was flush against him, the pressure making her whine. 

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t wanna wait.”

“I know, baby. I know. You’ve been thinkin’ about it, haven’t you? What it’d feel like.”

She nodded frantically, hiding her face in his shoulder. Eve felt overwhelmed by his voice, his size, and the heat rolling off of him. Bucky slid a hand under her shirt, the metallic hand cool against her warmth, and slowly peeled it off her body. As the air hit her bare skin, she let out a shiver, nipples pebbling instantly beneath the thin lace of her bra. He unclasped it with a simple flick of his fingers. 

Bucky’s eyes burned into the sight of her. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He didn’t rush, running his tongue up the side of her throat first, just to feel her tremble beneath him. Kissing down her neck and chest, he finally ducked his head down just enough to take her nipple into his mouth. Eve cried out, her hand flying to the back of his neck. His tongue ran over the nub slowly, then suckled until her hips began grinding against him again, desperate for friction. 

“You’re already squirming,” Bucky said with a grin, looking up at her through his thick lashes. “Look how needy you are for me.”

Eve whimpered, rolling her hips down against him. “I-I can’t help it-“

“You don’t have to,” Bucky said, his voice dropping into a rougher tone. “You’re allowed to want. Allowed to feel good.”

His hand slid between them, fiddling with the band of her sweatpants. “You gonna let me see you, doll?” He murmured as he nosed the curve of her breast. “All of you?”

Nodding, Eve’s fingers began to shuffle her sweatpants down her thighs. Bucky helped her out of them, dragging them down agonizingly slow, watching her squirm and kick them off. 

“No panties?” He teased darkly. “You been sittin’ on my lap this whole time and kissin’ me like that?”

“I don’t know this was gonna happen,” she breathed out a tiny laugh, cheeks flushing red. 

He chuckled low and pleased, dragging a finger through her puffy lips. She was soaked, slick, and hot, and he hissed beneath his teeth as his cock jumped at the feel of her. 

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, sinking one thick finger inside her. “You’re so wet already. You need Daddy that bad?”

Eve let out a broken sound, hips rocking down against his hand. Her eyes were wide and dazed. “Bucky, please-“

He added a second finger, his thumb brushing lazy, controlled circles over her clit. She jolted at the sensation, little gasps and whines leaving her throat. Her legs shook around him, one hand clinging to his offending arm, the other tangled in his hair. 

“That’s it,” Bucky cooed. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So tight- fuck, you’re squeezing me already.”

She whimpered high and helpless, grinding shamelessly against his fingers now. Bucky curled them just right, watching as she nearly came undone, a sob catching in her throat. 

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby.” Bucky’s voice was low and hoarse with lust. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“You- I-“ she panted. “I want- your cock, please.“

Bucky kissed her again, groaning into her mouth like he couldn’t take another second either. He lifted her easily, shifting her onto the couch so he could strip down fully: shirt over the head, jeans unbuttoned and kicked off. 

There he was, cock flushed and thick, curved just slightly, precum already beading at the tip. Eve stared with wide eyes, biting her lip. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, needing friction. 

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Bucky murmured with a smirk. His body loomed over her, braced by his arms on either side. 

He kissed down her body- her ribs, her belly, the inside of her hip- until he was between her legs. Eve’s breath caught as her thighs trembled. His thumbs gently spread her open. 

“Perfect little pussy.” Bucky leaned in and gave her a long, slow lick, savoring the taste of her. Eve’s back arched off the cushions, her fingers trembling in his hair as she keened. 

“Oh-oh my god-“

Eve’s fingers tangled deeper into his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him off. 

“You taste so sweet,” Bucky groaned, licking into her again. His tongue traced her entrance before flicking her clit with ease. “That good, baby?”

Nodding wildly, Eve’s eyes went glassy and unfocused. Her hips rolled against his mouth as she whimpered, a mess of breathy noises and soft, desperate pleas. He devoured her slowly, drinking down every cry like a man starved. As she started to tremble, he let out a moan. 

“I can’t- Bucky- I think I’m-“

“That’s it, baby girl,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her as his mouth kept working her clit. “Let go. Come for Daddy.”

She shattered around him with a sob. Her body clenched down on his fingers as she squirmed, thighs trembling around his head. He didn’t stop until she was gasping and twitching, pulling at his hair like she couldn’t take another second. 

When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened, and his smile was soft, wicked, and loving all at the same time. “You did so good,” he said, kissing her knee. “So fuckin’ beautiful when you come like that.”

Eve could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling in frantic little bursts. “More,” she whispered, her voice sounding vulnerable and wrecked. “Please. I need it.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” Bucky crawled back up her body, leaving a trail of warm kisses along her stomach and chest. “Gonna give you everything, yeah?”

Still breathless and trembling, Eve nodded. He reached between them, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, and guided it to her entrance. The tip brushed against her slick folds as he groaned deep in his chest, rubbing himself against her just to feel the heat of her again. 

“You’re soaked for me,” he whispered. “Drippin’ all over Daddy’s cock.”

Eve whimpered again. Her hips bucked, and her legs fell wider in invitation. Her entire body shook in overstimulation and an aching for more. “Please, Daddy,” she said in a cracked whisper. “Need you inside.”

That broke the last bit of Bucky’s restraint. He pushed in slowly, burying himself in her with a quiet, controlled force. Her gasp was soft yet sharp, her body stretching to take him, tight and hot and already fluttering around him. 

“Jesus fuck,” Bucky hissed, gritting his teeth. “You’re so tight, baby- Fuck- Squeezing me like that already?” 

Eve’s hands scrambled at his arms. Nails dug into muscle as he sank deeper and deeper. Her eyes rolled back as a moan came tumbling from her lips, her back arching off the couch. 

“You doing okay?” He asked, stilling at his deepest point. His body trembled as he desperately tried to hold back. 

“S’full,” Eve whispered, eyes wide and wet. 

“That’s right. Givin’ this pussy exactly what she needs.”

He started to move slowly, grinding thrusts rocking her whole body with each roll of his hips. Every push dragged another needy whimper from her. Her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close and so that he wouldn’t stop. 

“That’s it, baby. Take it,” Bucky groaned, his head dropping to the curve of her neck. “Doin’ so good for me. Taking me so deep.”

His rhythm picked up, a touch rougher and more insistent. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies meeting filled the living room. Eve was already a mess beneath him: eyes tightly closed, whimpering into his shoulder, fingernails scratching at his back. 

“Can’t-“ she gasped. “S’too much-“

Bucky panted as he grabbed her thigh and pulled it higher around his hip. “No, baby, you can take it. You were made for this. Made for me. You feel that? Feel how I fill you up?”

She nodded frantically as tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes from sheer overstimulation. “Please- don’t stop- need it- need you-“

“‘M not going anywhere, doll,” Bucky growled, pounding her deeper. One hand gripped the cushion beside her head, and the other slid under her lower back to tilt her just right. “You’re doing so fuckin’ well. Just look at you.”

He looked down at her flushed face, her trembling body, and the way she could barely keep her eyes open. Her lips were swollen and red, her chest heaving, and her voice a medley of broken sobs and moans. 

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he muttered, kissing her deeply as he fucked her harder, his hips snapping just a little bit rougher. “So fuckin’ perfect, takin�� everything I give you.”

Body coiling tight, Eve nodded frantically. She couldn’t form a single word, her cries going high and sharp. 

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky cooed. “Come on. I want you to come on my cock. Let me feel you.”

That did Eve in. She came hard again, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched violently around him. Her back arched, legs quivered, and mouth opened in a stunned, breathless release. Trembling under him, Eve twitched and sobbed out his name as she came and came and came. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Bucky groaned as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill you up, baby- fuck- you’re mine.“

Bucky buried himself deep as he spilled into her, groaning her name like a prayer. He held her through it, forehead pressed to hers, their breathing ragged. 

——

The apartment fell silent after dinner. Bucky washed the dishes in the kitchen, his head bobbing to the totally annoying, girlish music Eve was playing on her speaker. When offered headphones, Eve looked at him with a look of fake horror, gasping at the thought of her not sharing her supreme music tastes with him. 

While he would never admit it aloud, Taylor Swift was a damn good songwriter. 

Eve sat curled on the recliner in a hoodie far too large for her small frame. It was Steve’s old red one, and Eve had to roll the sleeves up three times just so she could hold her controller in her hands. Both Eve and Bucky also ignored how she had been wearing it for two days straight. 

The hood was pulled over her head like a child hiding from the world. One leg was tucked beneath her, the other swinging lazily off the side of the chair, her sock-clad foot keeping time with the music. 

She was playing a farming sim now, the kind with pastel graphics and characters who said “nya” instead of actual words. Bucky watched out of the corner of his eye as she guided her little avatar around with ease, harvesting turnips and decorating her cottage with pink furniture and string lights. 

As he rinsed off the last plate, Eve gasped as another song came on shuffle. After excitedly claiming it was one of her favorite songs ever, she began quietly singing along. 

“There’s glitter on the floor after the party…”

Eve’s voice was surprisingly polished- quiet, breathy, and on-key as if she wrote the song herself. There was something tender in the ways she drifted off mid-lyric sometimes, becoming more engrossed in her game than singing. Her thumb eventually slowed on the joystick as the bridge came on, leaving her avatar standing motionless outside a pixelated greenhouse as she sang along. 

“Please, don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.”

Bucky stayed quiet, towel forgotten in his hand, heart tugging at his chest. Moments like this made him ache with a kind of protectiveness he didn’t know what to do with. She wasn’t just trying; she was healing in her own way. 

As the song ended, Eve began to play again. The tension in her shoulders visibly lessened, her breathing more deep and even. Bucky watched her for a while, letting the silly game and saccharine pop music fill the room with a sense of normalcy they rarely felt. 

The music filled the room, masking the sound of the front door unlocking. Bucky set the dish towel down as Steve slowly crept in, looking a delicate mix of exhausted and relieved. The two men exchanged silent, warm smiles, waiting for the moment Eve would notice Steve’s return. 

Steve closed the door shut with extra emphasis, making Eve jump in the chair, dropping her controller at the sudden noise. Her wide eyes landed on the blonde man, and she froze for a moment. Brain not quite catching up (she blamed the sleep medication slowly overtaking her), Eve didn’t believe he was real until a low, ‘hey, sweetheart’ came from his lips. 

Face crumpling, tears filled her eyes as she became overwhelmed with joy at having her soulmate back. Eve clambered out of the chair, controller and phone falling to the floor, forgotten. Immediately she jumped into his arms as sobs racked her small body. 

He caught her like he had been waiting to since the moment he left, arms strong and unshakable. She clung to him like a lifeline, legs around his waist, fingers curled into the back of his coat, sobs warm against his collarbone. 

“It’s okay,” he murmured into her shoulder. “I’m here now, baby girl. I’m here.”

Her breaths came in hiccupy little gasps, her heart racing so fast Steve could hear it through his layers of clothing. He tightened his arms around her, adjusting her slightly to get a better hold of her. They swayed gently like they had all the time in the world now. 

From across the room, Bucky watched wordlessly with a warm smile on his face. Steve met his eyes over Eve’s shoulder in a quiet look telling him to come over to them. Bucky nodded once before making his way to his soulmates. 

“Welcome back, babe,” Bucky said, cupping Steve’s cheek not covered by Eve’s head. Two soft kisses were placed on his mouth, both men sharing a loving look over Eve’s trembling shoulder. 

Steve never felt more glad to be home. 

Eventually, he walked them over to the couch, Eve still wrapped around him like a vine. He sat with her in his lap, arms around her middle, legs planted firm on either side of hers like a calming anchor. Eve was boneless at this point, sobs having been reduced to tremors, the rhythm of Steve’s breathing lulling her towards sleep. 

Bucky grabbed Eve’s phone off the ground, pausing the music with a tap of the screen. He took the discarded controller next, placing it on the coffee table before turning the TV off completely. 

“She’s going to pass out any minute,” Bucky softly said, settling in next to them. He laid his head on Steve’s shoulder, placing a kiss on the top of Eve’s head. “She’s been fighting her sleep medication for an hour now.”

Steve shifted to accommodate his husband, cradling Eve between them like something sacred. A few lingering hiccups shook her shoulders every now and then. Each time, she reached out for Steve, who responded with soft kisses and sweet nothings. Just soothing sounds and his presence. 

By the time the clock struck the top of the hour, none of them had moved much. Eve’s breathing evened out completely now, her face soft and nestled into the crook of Steve’s neck- she cried herself to sleep. 

Bucky ran his fingers through her hair, untangling the knots with a grounding slowness. “She wore your hoodie the whole time you were gone,” he murmured fondly. “Said it still smelled like you.”

The blonde gave a loving smile to no one in particular. His chin rested on the top of Eve’s head as fatigue overwhelmed his body. “We should head to bed; I’m beat.”

“I’ll take Sleeping Beauty-”

“No, no,” Steve quickly brushed off Bucky’s eagerness. He just spent the past few days away from her, and goddammit, he was not going to let her go anytime soon. “I’ve got her. You go get the bed ready.”

Without a rebuttal, Bucky headed quietly to the bedroom. Steve took a deep breath in and held Eve closer to his chest. Usually, she would twitch and nuzzle in her sleep, but this time it was a much deeper slumber. Lord knows she needed it. 

[rdacofficial]

Remember the Roaring 20s? A time of partying, speakeasies, and excellent fashion.

Well, welcome to the 2020s, a time of sweatpants, livestreams, and political chaos.

“@The_Great_Gatsby2020” explores the American classic by F. Scott Fitzgerald 100 years later. Through the eyes of Nick Carraway (and his telehealth therapist), watch the world of Gatsby reimagined as an online community of livestreamers. Gatsby and Nick build their brand as gamers while Daisy Buchanan raises her children with her husband Tom on a family vlog. Celebrity gossip, money, and online fame threaten Gatsby and Nick’s new American dream as they pursue the “green light.”

Written by Kat Abdallah and directed by Koda Saunders, Rainy Day Artistic Collective is showcasing the world premiere of “@The_Great_Gatsby2020” for our Fall Virtual Mainstage. Performances will take place via livestream only (so you can participate from anywhere in the world, in theory!) over two weekends: September 12-14 and 19-21. There will be a small stipend of $50 available for all who are cast. If you are interested in auditioning, please fill out a form linked below and include a resume, headshot, and an audition tape of you performing a contemporary monologue (1-2minutes in length).

AUDITION ARE DUE NO LATER THAN 11:59PM EST (OR 8:59PM PST) ON JULY 13TH 2025.

https://forms.gle/pb4qjRmNTnE2tR8H6

For more information please email us as well, as that is generally the fastest way to reach out to the production team. Please note that you do not have to be classically trained to audition, and we welcome all levels of experience. Thank you so much!

[crashingstar69]

Suddenly, a flurry of motion on the screen caught their eyes. Two figures emerged from the shadows, swords drawn and ready to strike. It was Carnig and Nick, their avatars flawlessly slicing through the enemy ranks. The monster that had been causing them so much trouble was now surrounded, its digital lifebar flashing ominously.

Carnig' avatar looked over at Nick's, a wide grin plastered across his digital face. "Thanks for sticking to the plan," he exclaimed in his cheerful voice, sounding genuinely surprised.

Nick's avatar, not one to be outdone, shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I know. Im fucking awesome." His smugness was palpable, even in the virtual world.

Carnig couldn't help but roll his eyes at Nick's bravado, but the grin on his face remained, showing he took no real offense. He knew Nick was just playing up his usual act. "You're only awesome when you actually listen," he teased, sheathing his sword as the monster fell.

Noah, on the other hand, was utterly flabbergasted. He stared at the screen, his mouth agape. "What the shit?" He exclaimed, his eyes darting between Brent and the two new arrivals. "How did you two pull that off?"

Carnig chuckled, his avatar's chest puffing out with pride. "A little coordination and a lot of skill," he said, winking at the camera. Nick's avatar nodded in agreement, though his smirk suggested he had a slightly different interpretation of events.

"Well, I'll be," Noah murmured, his voice a mix of amazement and frustration. He had been so focused on his own antics that he hadn't noticed their friends sneaking up on them. "How long have you two been there?"

Brent smirked, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Long enough to see you almost get us killed," he replied, his voice still holding a hint of amusement. "But you did well, considering."

Noah's cheeks grew redder, his stutter more pronounced as the reality of his earlier distractions set in. "I-I'm sorry," he managed to get out, his gaze flicking nervously between Brent and the game.

Brent's expression softened slightly. "It's fine," he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and authority. "But next time, let's stick to the plan, okay?" He ruffled Noah's hair, the affectionate gesture bringing a sheepish smile to the older man's face.

Carnig looked up at Nick, his gaze playful. "Just kiss already," he quipped, watching the two in front of them with a smirk.

Nick rolled his eyes, his avatar doing the same. "We're in the middle of a game," he said, but the way he said it suggested that the idea wasn't entirely unwelcome.

Noah and Brent looked at each other, their faces reddening as they shouted in unison, "What?" The room was filled with their laughter, breaking the tension that had been building in the game. They turned their heads back to the screen, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Come on, you guys," Carnig said, his avatar's cheeks reddening slightly. "It was just a joke." But the glint in his eye suggested he enjoyed the reaction he got.

Brent's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "You're just jealous because you don't have someone to boss around in your games," he shot back, not missing a beat as he dispatched another enemy with a well-placed headshot.

Noah's stutter returned in full force, his eyes wide as saucers. "I-I'm not b-being bossed around!" He protested, his avatar ducking behind a digital pillar to avoid a volley of arrows.

"Oh really?" Brent's smirk grew wider as he glanced at Noah. "Then why are you sticking so close to me?"

"B-Because you know where all the good loot is!" Noah yelled back, his voice a mix of annoyance and excitement as they approached the next obstacle.

Brent chuckled, the sound echoing through their headsets. "That's what you think," he said, his avatar suddenly veering off to the left, leading them down a narrow, unexplored path. "Let's see how you fare on your own for a bit."

Noah's eyes widened in surprise, and he stumbled over his words. "W-wait, Brent, don't leave me!" His avatar scurried after Brent's, the gap between them growing wider.

2/?

Vernias and Nick are the biggest King of Soph shippers prove me wrong.

Them saving Brent and Eevee's asses just to then say that they should kiss? Iconic.

BRENT RUFFLING SOPHIST'S HAIIIIIIIIIIR THAT IMAGE IS SO CUTE TO MEEEEEEEEE AND LEAVING HIM ALL FLUSTERED?!??!

"You're just jealous because you don't have someone to boss around" Is crazy though like you're not even going to hide the fact you're the dom of the relationship?

"I'm not being bossed around!" Yes you are Eevee, you're the sum of the two and you have to deal with it/lh

I wanna read moreeeeeeee aaaaaaa