#bit of a milestone actually i'm gonna celebrate!!

[mayonakano-archive]

i still can't believe i'm turning 18 next month...

#leoposting #uh. vent in tags probably? #like. being 18 is meant to be this Big Milestone. something Super Impotant #you are a Legal Adult Now!! whoo!!! #but for me it's just a reminder that if i don't get a job after HS i'm getting kicked out of my house #and even if i do go to college i'm probably gonna have to work to support myself. but i'm permanently exhausted #i don't think i can actually SURVIVE having a job AND having to go to uni at the same time. but i have no choice #being 18 feels more like a death sentence than an actual celebration. i'm going to be alone on my birthday anyway #i'll have ash around for a bit but otherwise? nothing but my cats for company #the adults are going to a concert. i don't really care (we don't get along well) but at the same time it hurts a bit #i guess i'll just. watch a movie. eat takeout. cry a bit probably. #i have school that day too. #i'm not even going to do my normal thing of baking cookies for my birthday probably #i usually give the cookies to my friends. i don't have friends i'd want to give them to this year. #and everyone i would lives in other countries or super far away from me :) #sorry im actually kind of very sad about turning 18 lol

[tarjapearce]

Strawberry Jam (Pt.2) +18

DadBestfriendAu!Miguel x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT, Breeding kink, Body Marking, Rough sex, mentions of Exhibitionism, fluff, daily situations.

Pt. 3

Ever since your dad knew about you and Miguel, things at home were tense for a while. You always had to meet up Miguel either at his home or he picked you up.

At first, your dad gave you both the silent treatment, but seeing Miguel trying to be a good man for you, chipped away the anger. He never stayed during the nights and always visited you during the 'appropriate' mingling hours.

He always got you flowers at every chance he got, and always respected your boundaries. And then, you met Gabriela. The child was sweet and polite, yet sharp and quite the observer.

At first, your relationship with her consisted in her making questions, such as "You like my dad alot?" "What do you like the most about him?" and a bold one "Dad knows when someone is for the money. But so far you seem cool enough."

Gabriela was smart, perceptive and of course a daddy's little girl. You were worried that things with her wouldn't work out. Something you had told Miguel, once you reached the three month dating milestone.

Despite the stress, one of the biggest achievements in your life approached, your college graduation. Two more months to go and you'd be free from college.

Miguel had taken you to a new, lovely and expensive looking restaurant to have a private celebration, previous to your graduation. Miguel had asked you about Gabriela, and how the kid secretly admitted to him that, ever since you got into his life, he seemed more at ease, more of a cool dad. Happier even.

Some people around you stared as you both kissed. Of course you were aware of the snide comments done around you whenever you were with Miguel. Mostly accusing you for being a gold digger, or being manipulative enough to make Miguel your personal sugar daddy.

But to Miguel, you were none of that. And he made sure to always remind you what you meant for him.

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With the graduation around the corner, two days actually, your dad finally just accepted the fact you were dating his best friend. Still he was squeamish about you being alone with Miguel while he was gone out of business, but so far he had kept his promise to not knock you up, despite Miguel's discontent.

"So... whatcha gonna do once you've graduated, cupcake?" He ate his dinner as he sat across you. It was just the two of you.

"Well, my career coordinator landed me a spot in Alchemax."

"Oh really? Where?"

"In the Informatics department, as Dr. Bushman's assistant."

"Does Miguel know?"

"Not yet. I wanna surprise him."

"Hm."

Your dad sighed and looked at you, with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You really like Miguel, sweetie?"

"Of course. I mean... He's the best man I could ever had asked for. He knows what he wants, and so do I."

"I'm just a bit concerned on how you'd manage to... be a mother to Gabriela at such young age"

"I know it's gonna be hard, and that she might get some time to get used to it as well, but, I told her that I wanna be someone she can trust, besides Miguel, someone she can come home to and just tell her how much an amazing kid she is, because it's true." You sighed and looked at him.

"I had none of that growing up, because of mom's doings. And if it wasn't for you, sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would've turned out. But... that's why I've decided to break the cycle and be that figure to Gabriela. She's just... so sweet dad. And Imma do my best. For her, and for Miguel."

"Would you marry Miguel?"

The question sending a bright flush on your cheeks.

"W-We haven't spoken about that. I mean, we've been only dating for five months now."

"Still, would you?"

"I would, yeah. He's too much of a good man to just let someone else that wouldn't treat him the way he deserves, get him, ya know?"

"You love him?"

"Yes. And I don't know if it's wrong to feel such intensity in such little time. Just hope he feels that way too."

"Ah, cupcake. Miguel doesn't let anyone into his life so easily. It took me almost two years for him to get to trust me. And look at you. You're already having play dates with his daughter, and doing great with him, he's really attentive and wants the best for you as well. If that ain't love, I don't know what is it."

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Graduation was over, the celebration with your dad, Miguel and Gabriela was a success, and soon, you were back with your dad at home. Your dad went to sleep and soon you changed into more comfortable clothes

The doorbell rang half hour later, you went to pick up, and to surprise you saw Miguel.

"Hey, come in." He kissed you in the process and soon, gave you a bouquet of roses.

"Thank you, they're beautiful"

"Congratulations, princesa. Where's your dad?"

"Sleeping. He was exhausted."

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Are you tired?"

"A bit. But if you wanna go for a walk, I don't mind. Just let me get my sneakers on."

You went to your room, and grabbed a pair of sneakers. You were lacing them, and the door behind you closed, the lock clicking. Big and strong arms picked you up and made you straddle his hips.

"My dad's sleeping!" You mumbled between gritted teeth

"Even better."

"You're such a perv." You kissed him as his hands removed your shirt and smirked upon finding bare breasts.

"Me? You're not wearing a bra, cariño." his mouth grazing your neck as his hands held you in place.

"Never liked them anyways." Your giggles were replaced by a soft moan as his fangs nipped at your sensitive skin. His fingers hooked in the hem of your shorts and panties to slid them out your legs, leaving you bare before him. The socks and sneakers were the only thing that dressed you up.

In all reality was that despite your dad's initial rejection to your relationship, that didn't stop Miguel to have his fun with you in other places in your home, before cleaning of course.

You had gone from the kitchen, to the porch, the thrill of of your neighbors catching you was borderline maddening.

Miguel had a thing for exhibitionism. And so you had discovered once you were fucking in the attic's window. In his car in the middle of a parking lot? check, your garage? Done. Had to wash the front of your dad's car since your silhouette was engraved on it. Shower? twice already. Stairs? of course.

You wore a dress and that was enough for him to take you in the spot.

"Now that I think about it, your room is the only place where we haven't had fun." He twirled you around and positioned in all your fours on the bed. The smoothness of your skin, displayed before him. Puffed labia waiting for his ministrations.

"Ass up, face down." He commanded as you flattened your chest down on the plush bed, obeying at his words.

His hands took yours as he made them grab your ankles. Spreading your soft flesh for him even further. He groaned at the sight as he licked his lips.

He removed his clothes, and kneeled behind you.

"Where was the last time?" His mouth pressed soft kisses in your inner thighs, and then he moved to your nub of nerves. Your body tensed at the feeling of his wet tongue dribbling up and down your slit.

"T-The living room" you spoke in between tiny, shaky whines, his tongue flickering with speed on your clit, you trembled and bit your lip to drown a shaky moan. The suckling and kissing noises sent chills down your spine.

He hummed and released your flesh with a small pop

"Oh, right. Had your dad sitting where you rode my face..." You groaned as the grip on your ankles faltered, his thumb rubbed in slow motions the already sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Where you rode me" He nearly whimpered as the memory replayed in his mind. He sunk his face once more in between your folds, holding your hips in place, eating his food with such delight it made your toes to curl in.

"Dios, te veías tan preciosa montándome." (You looked so gorgeous riding me)

He growled and slapped your rear, that only jiggled and flushed softly in response.

"Bouncing over and over, tryin'to make me cum inside this tight little pussy..."

Your hips bucked by instinct at his words, Your folds glistened both in arousal and his spit. You were turned around and got your knees bend up to your shoulders, folding you into a mating press position. His wide shoulders flexed as his hands maneuvered yours to hold yourself in place.

"You trying getting knocked up, hmm?"

"Y-Yes" You hissed in between soft pants.

"Oh..." Your heart and pussy throbbed at his expression. Goosebumps making your  skin crawl, you could swear from the light that his eyes glinted red, his breath hitched. As if waiting for so long for you to say such words. And now that you had granted him permission, there was nothing holding him back.

God, What had you done?

A flicker of fear crossed your features as he smirked. His fangs in full display for you. He guided his tip and stroked it against your folds to then sink himself in you. He shuddered at the warmth and tightness welcoming him.

"Fuck" he groaned and looked at your face as he entered you, you choked a sob.

"Let's make a mami out of you" His words slurred an octave lower. He groaned and his hips smacked yours.

You gasped and he covered your mouth with a single hand.

"But you gotta be quiet, princesa. We don't wanna wake up your daddy when we're making a baby here." His hips rammed yours and your eyes went shut, inhaling sharply against his mouth. He remained deep buried, unmoving, relishing the heat your cunt provided.

His weight crushed your body, keeping your legs folded as he hovered over your face. His other hand craddled you, and his hips rolled again, earning a shaky whimper from you. He was going slow on purpose, a pace you weren't used to.

You could feel every inch digging inside you, stretching your flesh and poking at your cervix.

"Te vas a ver tan chula" (You're going to look so beautiful)

He breathed as he nibbled the skin of your neck, grazing his fangs, to then bit. you could only groan and sob into his hand.

"Round and swell with my kid growing inside you" His whole body kept you folded, as he slowly fucked its way into you. He refused to give in as you rocked your hips against his, urging him into a faster pace.

He was low and steady, mumbling how well you were taking him, how he couldn't wait to milk your breast once you got pregnant, and how pretty you'd look in his big shirts, belly popping out all while he kept fucking you in a torturous slow pace.

He kept cooing and mumbling things in spanish that you didn't understand, but his cock kissing your womb over and over, grazing sweetly at your spot, made your toes curled in.

"You cumming mi amor?" You nodded weakly as he pressed tighter on your mouth, your breath hitched and your body went taut.

"Esoo" (That's it) He kissed your temple and removed his hand, you gasped for air, panting and heaving as your insides trapped him.

"P... Please" you whimpered and looked at him as he repositioned himself above you. Both his hands held you now in place, giving him more access into you.

"Please what?" he gave a condescending smirk your way as he hoisted his hips upwards, without leaving you completely

"H-Harder" you croaked and he let his whole weight to fall on the firm and deep thrust. Your jaw clenched as he stretched impossibly deeper inside. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes and he lifted his hips once more, air knocking out of your throat

"Sweet girl wants me to fuck her harder?"

You nodded dumbly, his tip stretching your entrance.

"Please!" you begged with a mewl. Mouth went slack open as he rammed his hips. Your breast bounced in between your hoisted thighs as you shook with every thrust his body mustered. He wasn't holding back. The room was filled with the sounds of his growlings, your mattress creaking under your weight, menacing to cave in the sturdy wooden frame and the constant slapping of flesh.

All you could hear was a

Slap a pause slap slap slap slap

Tears rolled down your cheeks as pleasure screwed up your judgement. Your mouth opened, ready to voice out your pleasure, but a hand on your neck prevented you from doing such nonsense. Fire licked at your skin

Your folds received him with a squelching suck each time he ventured deeper. It felt like you were made specially for him. So ever hot and tight no matter how much his cock stretched you, over and over.

"You're being too noisy, mi amor." He squeezed and you gasped. Air slowly leaving your lungs as he fucked the daylights out of you, just the way you were used to. This time however, you weren't on contraceptives anymore. And that fact alone was dangerously thrilling for him.

You didn't know what made you hotter, the fact you were actually trying in making a baby with Miguel while your dad slept, and he was making everything for you to be loud, or the way he always seemed to ravage you in hopes to get you pregnant.

But dizziness took over and your nails clawed at his squeezing hand as he came first with a deep growl, spurting all his seed deep in you. Hot and flooding your insides. Your muscles spasming only welcomed his cum deeper, your eyes rolled back.

"You'll be such a good mommy for me." He panted and let your neck go, his mouth kissed softly at your marked skin. Red handprint glowed on your flesh as you wheezed and panted for air,

His eyes softened at your blissful blown face, to then pepper you with kisses. You were trying to find your voice as your numb hips finally went back to a natural and laid back position. Legs shaking softly. Breaths coming steady, He stared at you, a warm feeling spreading on your chest.

"I...-"

"Cupcake?" You dad spoke from the other side of the door.

You froze, Miguel chuckled silently

"Uh, yeah?" you rasped, trying for your voice to not sound as hoarse as it was

"I'll go to the store. Want something?"

"Some cherry cola, please."

"Gotcha. Be right back."

His steps faded until you could hear the main door being closed and his car revving. You couldn't help but giggle, he followed and kissed you.

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"You ok?" Miguel handed a papercup full with coffee to your dad as he watched you going through some some bridal gowns.

"Yeah... Just... She's getting married."

"Hm."

"To you."

Miguel frowned and your dad smirked with mirth.

"I once asked her if she would, but seeing this turning into a reality is... overwhelming."

The both men watched as you and Gabriela scrunched their noses at a particular dress and then laughed.

"Bad timing then."

"Hm? For what?"

"She's been moody and emotional lately."

"... Shut up..."

"I kept my promise didn't I?"

Your dad only rubbed his face and sipped his coffee.

"Guess you did. Nothing I can do about it I guess."

Miguel's eyes followed you as you took Gabriela's hand and led her to another section of the bridal shop.

Despite your request of being a private and intimate ceremony, Miguel still insisted into wearing a white dress.

"Would it be fucked up to say that I'm glad you're the one marrying my little cupcake?"

"Very. Still.. Glad you understand that I'm serious about it. Does her mom know?"

"Yeah, didn't care. Never did, actually."

"I see."

"As long as you're making her happy, that's all I care about."

"That's a promise."

"Im sure she'll buy waterproof makeup, she's quite the-"

"Crybaby? Yeah. I know. Quite adorable when her nose goes all red."

Your dad chuckled. As messed up the whole thing was, according to some of his most trusted coworkers, he felt a huge weight being lifted out of his shoulders. 

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[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I would looooove if you could write a little something about Steve and Bucky celebrating Bucky reaching weight gaining milestones. Stuff like going up his first size, out growing his drivers seat, reaching 300,400, 500 etc (maybe also reaching immobility?? If that’s not too extreme haha sorry just a wish)

Like do they celebrate with feast, a special meal that has emotional meaning to them, buying Bucky new clothes/gifts?

Thank you for indulging me!

Not gonna lie, I am BAD at actual numbers and knowing what someone would look at that size so.... this might be rough, but I'm trying and I'm not thinking too hard because, uh, horny brain = dumb

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink, lots of stuffing, weight gain, some immobility, etc.

I think the through line of all these milestones is one thing: stuffing.

It might seem kind of unimaginative because aren't they just stuffing Bucky to make him gain anyway? What's special about stuffing him when he reaches a milestone? Well. Let me tell you -

When Bucky reaches a milestone, Steve makes sure the stuffing is extra ✨️special✨️

He goes all out, making sure to get anything and everything that Bucky has been recently craving, and ensuring that he orders as much as he can that way there's no interruptions in their session. He also ensures that Bucky is pampered throughout the stuffing. Anything he wants, he gets. Steve isn't mean when he doesn't hit milestones, not unless Bucky wants him to be 😏, but he's more inclined to let Bucky struggle, sweating and panting and rubbing his own tummy. When he hits a milestone, Steve will all but pat his damp forehead dry, handfeed him every little bite, peel his grapes, cut his food into bite-sized pieces, rub his belly, belly him put his feet back to recline under his growing gut, and anything and everything else.

Steve makes it worth his while. They both are obsessed with Bucky's weight gain, if they weren't, they wouldn't be hitting so many milestones to begin with, and they both know that, but these celebratory stuffing milestones are Steve's way to really, truly express that obsession. That admiration. He can't fucking believe that Bucky is growing so large and round for him. The weight is piling on. It's incredible.

200

Bucky starts his weight gain journey around 180lbs, so the first 20 pounds don't really look that different. Unless someone is really looking for that extra little bit of softness, they wouldn't see it. His face is a tiny, tiny bit rounder. His ribs are less visible. His belly pooches out, it's no longer flat, but he could also could just be bloated. It's not huge (not yet 😏). His thighs and waist aren't really noticeably larger, either, they're squishier but... not bigger, really.

Those first 20lbs are different, though.

20lbs.

That is an accomplishment.

Bucky's body is changing.

Steve and Bucky can't wait to see him change even more. Rounder. Bigger. Fatter. Yes. So... in anticipation of getting larger, they celebrate these 20 pounds with a stuffing and unknowingly set the tone for the rest of their milestone celebrations.

They celebrate with a stuffing. Bucky's most indulgent stuffing yet.

Steve orders take out from several different restaurants, having the deliveries staggered so none of Bucky's food gets cold while he works on the first course. Bucky jokes halfway through the second order that if all of Steve's orders for him are so massive, he won't last through another one! There's no way! He's already running out of room. His gut is heavy, getting heavier. He's not chubby enough yet for his tummy to be squishy when he's full. He's full. He's taut. He can press his fingers into the tight, round, surface pushing out from his ribs, but it aches when he does. He can feel all that food in there.

Steve takes over when the next course arrives, feeding him with one hand, rubbing his starter belly with the other. Massaging him to softness so they can wedge more calories in him.

"C'mon, yeah, yeah, that's it," Steve encourages, drooling as if he's the one filling up on rich, delicious food, not the other way around, "swallow it, good boy, you got this. You can do it. You gotta keep eating. Doesn't this feel good?"

Bucky moans, chewing and throwing his head back to swallow, feeling the food push down his throat in a sizable lump and land on top of the mound of food bloating him into a round balloon. It does feel good.

Really good.

"Yeah, I know, baby," Steve replies, shoveling more into his mouth for him, "don't you want more? You wanna feel even better. You wanna get even fatter."

Bucky mumbles his agreement, "yesh," through his food, even though it's a rhetorical question. This does feel incredible. He really does want more. More food. More of Steve's big, heavy hands on his growing, gurgling belly. More fat. More stretch marks. More achy cramps from muscles pulled tight. More fullness. More. More. More.

Could he already be addicted to this?

The doorbell rings again.

Delivery.

Bucky groans, dropping his head back and shutting his eyes just to swallow. He really doesn't know.

"Looks like you'll get your wish," Steve sounds like he's wearing a shit-eating grin.

Fuck.

"Don't worry," he gives Bucky another quick forkful before standing up and moving toward the door, "it looks like you'll get your wish, baby."

Bucky swallows; his stomach whines, making his dick twitch. So. full. "Uh-huh," he puffs.

"It's just dessert," Steve softens, smiling and coming over with, thank fuck, just one bag of take out.

By the time Bucky has demolished the bag, courtesy of Steve shoveling bite after bite after bite between Bucky's sugary, sweet lips, Bucky's head is spinning. Steve is rubbing his belly around where Bucky's hands are glued to his excessive, domed tummy. He's never been rounder. He's never eaten more - not on Thanksgiving, not on Christmas, not during any of their stuffing sessions before. He's never seen himself so big. He's never -

He's breathing so hard.

He's sweating buckets.

He's tight.

He's hard.

He's full.

He's never been so stuffed. Speaking of Thanksgiving, he feels like a gorged turkey. Packed. Dense. Oooh. Fuck. He groans. It feels so good. Why does it feel so good? It should feel bad! His stomach is throbbing, tight and achy, but so is his cock. He's not used to how connected his cock and belly are still. How can his stomach swelling make him so horny? 😫😫

Fuck it, he doesn't care when it's so good!

It gets even better when, with awe and arosual in his voice, Steve tells Bucky he's done. He finished everything. There's nothing left.

"Oh my god, you're a blimp-"

Bucky shivers, blinking his eyes open and gaping, food-drunkenly, down at himself. His gut.

His. gut.

"Look at you," Steve coos, rubbing him.

Bucky can't let go of himself.

He's-

He's big.

So big.

He can't believe this is real.

"You're, God, I've never seen you so," he trips over his words, truly fucking thrilled, "so fat."

Bucky whines, he wants to shout, I know! I know! But he can't speak, he's breathing too hard.

"What do you say, baby, wanna take this party to the bedroom, stretch out? Let this tummy bloat?"

Fuuuuck.

He's so stuffed and -

And he's gonna grow bigger. Steve is so right. All that grease and fat and rich sweetness from the takeout. He's going to bloat even bigger. He might pop! He does need to stretch out! He nods.

How much weight has he gained sitting here, in pure food? How much weight is he going to gain, digesting all this food? How fat can he possibly get?

"Alright, up you get, then," Steve murmurs, getting up himself first. After, he looks at Bucky expectantly.

Trying his hardest, Bucky fights the heavy mound of his gut, sticking straight out from his torso, solid with food. He heaves, once, twice, three times, he, he-

He can't get up.

Bucky gasps for air around his stretched belly. His lungs are crushed. Short of breath from being so round. Bucky wants to moan, but he doesn't have the air for that either. His hands scramble against the tight, hard surface of his belly, reaching for something, anything to pull himself up, but not getting anywhere because he doesn't want to stop touching himself. He can't stop touching himself. He feels so good. Solid. Round. Tight.

Steve-

Steve watches him with dark, intense eyes. Looking at him like he wants to take a bite of him. "Are, are you-" he doesn't finish. He can't.

Bucky whimpers thinly, nodding urgently. He is. He really is too big to get himself up off the couch. That's never happened before! He's too stuffed! Too round!

Bucky is ungodly turned on.

All he can think about is how good he feels and how much he can't wait until he doesn't have to be stuffed to feel like this. He wants to be so fat that he can't get up even when his belly is empty, except, wait, no! He never wants his belly to be empty again. He wants to be stuffed always. He wants to be stuffed twice as large as he is right now because he wants all this heavy, heavy food to be fat. Soft-yet-firm fat. Wobbling and round. He wants-

Steve jerks him up by the wrists. He's panting, too. He has no excuse. He's not stuffed to the point of the best kind of achy, throbby pain.

Steve's large, strong hands land on his hips, suddenly steering him - walking behind him with his lips to Bucky's ear - "c'mon tubby, you need your rest to work through all these calories," his fingers caress the impossibly round belly attached to Bucky. His belly. His belly! That's all Bucky's! "Let's get you to bed." Steve's voice lowers to a whisper, "I'm gonna lay you back and suck the fuck outta your dick, baby, this is the hottest shit I've ever seen. I can't believe you vacuumed all that food up. You're a little, well," he chuckles, "maybe not little, but you're a black hole."

Bucky leans his bigger mass back into Steve, stumbling, toddling, and weak at the knees from his words.

Fuck.

He's going to do anything to keep hitting milestones. All of this is so unbearably hot. The excess. The fullness. The weight.

300

Again, when Bucky finally, fucking finally, yet also so soon, how has it been so long since he was 200 lbs and no time at all with how fast the weight is piling on - ballooning in thick, chubby rolls - they celebrate with a stuffing where Bucky eats as much as he possibly can.

Engorging himself beyond belief. Fatter, fatter, fatter. Rounder, rounder, rounder. The numbers just keep ticking up. From 180 to 200 to 250 to 300. It's so satisfying to watch those digital numbers tick up, almost as satisfying as rubbing his hands over the dome of his belly, pushing out from his plump moobs.

This time -

This time, when Bucky eats as much as he can, stuffing himself, it's so much more.

More.

More in that Bucky and Steve start at a restaurant, dining in. Steve chooses Bucky's order. Steve makes sure to get a dish he knows Bucky loves, but going for the more indulgent, more expensive order that Bucky wouldn't dare if he were in control. The plate is massive. Stacked with food.

Steve remembers when Bucky's eyes would've gone wide, thinking how will I possibly fit all of that inside me?

Now, the opposite happens. His eyelids hang heavily over his eyes, pupils expanding and darkening. He's thinking, I can't wait to put all of this inside me and more.

"You hungry, baby?" Steve asks, playing footsy with him under the table.

Bucky knocks their shoes together, "mmm-hmm," he moans, dramatically shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply at the aroma of his food.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in, tubby."

Bucky moans softly under his breath, obeying.

He shovels the meal into his mouth in record time, practically licking his plate clean and moaning around the taste even though he's stuffing himself so effectively that Steve doesn't possibly know how he can taste it. Steve lets his meal last... Bucky will need a little time to digest between now and the food they're going to have waiting at home. Fucking bless scheduled deliveries.

Steve orders them dessert to go, having their waiter box it up. The fudgy cake will be perfect to top Bucky off after his second and third courses. Maybe his fourth, too. Steve and Bucky are on the same page with pushing limits. Bucky will end tonight tight as a drum and round enough to roll. He can't think like that if he wants to get up any time soon, though. 🥵

"St-" Bucky pauses to burp into his fist, "Steve," he moans, shifting in his creaking, wooden kitchen table chair. He's nearly too heavy for it even when he's not stuffed with 10 or more pounds of dinner.

"What, baby?" Steve's fingers feel cool against Bucky's damp, feverish forehead, brushing a stray strand of hair out of the way.

Bucky can hardly breathe, his gut is pressing into his body so much. It feels like he hasn't got room. He needs. He -

"Steve," he moans again.

"Babyyy," Steve rubs firm circles on the tight, tight surface of his belly, "what is it?"

"Guh," he complains. He can feel sweat pooling at the base of his spine, above his thick ass, arched with the weight at his front. He can feel dampness under his arms and between his bloated belly and round, fat pecs. He might be sweating in the crease of his double chin. God. When did eating become such hard work?

"Do you need to get outta this chair, Buck? Is it too small for you? Huh?"

Bucky nods, burping and moaning at the same time. Every release of pressure feels so fucking good.

He knows he can get more in, he wants to get more in, he just needs-

Oof.

He needs to get more horizontal. He's being pressed in on, on all sides; the arms of the chair digging into his blubbery, stacked, and stretch-marked sides; the back of the chair pressing into his big, big ass; his belly so tight and full that it's hurting his lungs. His poor body. He's compressed and about to pop.

"Alright, fatty," Steve softens, grabbing his thickening wrists and pulling him forward.

It takes effort.

Steve has to heave, grunting. Bucky has to put in all his strength against his weight. The chair creeeeaks.

"Ugh!" Bucky groans, his arms trying to soothe his sloshing belly. He can't, though, Steve is still grabbing him, still trying to get him up. Fuck. Fuck, he's such a fat ass. How can eating be such hard work? How can struggling to get up feel so good? How can getting fat be so luxurious? Fatter. Getting fatter. He was already fat.

Finally, Bucky's sides unstuck. Unwedged. Popping free.

He nearly topples forward, all his weight fighting gravity going forward, forward, forward and-

Steve steadies him with a laugh, "woah, there," patting him on the bowed out side.

Bucky's whole belly ripples. Christ. He's never felt fatter. His back complains, arching more. It's like he's pregnant. God. Oh, God, what did he eat that was so heavy? How did he get so heavy?

He staggers after Steve, going wherever he leads. Panting. Wobbling. Struggling. The thing that keeps him from taking a break, asking for a breather like a true fatty, is more. More food. He gets more after this.

More.

He's not done yet.

This celebration is going to end with a bang. That bang might be Bucky popping.

Fuck.

He's gonna explode.

Sitting on the couch is easier than sitting at the table. The couch doesn't force him to sit up so straight. It's easier. He can feel all the food shifting inside him, glorping and sloshing. He almost feels... hungry. On the couch, he can leave his arms splayed out by his throbbing sides, giving himself room to bloat. Rounder. Tighter. Skin flushing redder. Fuck. Mooore. He moans for it.

More.

Steve answers his cries, hand feeding him. He takes care of Bucky so well, and with every bite Bucky moans - he swears he can feel himself growing with each bite.

He might, fuck, it's so intense that he might black out. All he knows is there's a barrage of food that's going down his gullet and landing in the massive pot that is his gut. Tight. Tight. Tight.

At some point, he's done. He can't breathe. His lungs can't expand. There's no room in his body. His belly is completely solid. Stuffed to the absolute brim. Gluttonous bliss. All of the fat that's grown on his heavy frame feels a hell of a lot less jiggly suddenly.

Shit.

Fuck.

He huffs. He puffs.

Steve is talking to him, telling him something about how hot he is. So full and stuffed. Sitting on his ass, getting bigger. Larger. Gonna be so huge.

It all rolls over Bucky. He can only focus on the pulse of his racing heart in his belly. He, he-

Steve rubs his gut, and he swears it's so good he might cream in his underwear. His underwear feels too tight. He's never been so impossibly packed. Solid all the way through. He'll never move again. He's never felt so fucking huge. He's never felt more fucking sexy. Everything about this is sexy. Blindingly so. Greedy. Excessive. Gluttonous.

Steve's fingers stray from Bucky's struggling, stretched skin over his broad gut and dip into his shallow belly button.

"OH!" Bucky wails. He's so sensitive there! It tingles, and the hot, thick pleasure shoots electrically straight to his dick where it's trapped under the boulder of his belly.

Steve fucks his belly button with his fingers, thrusting, curling, pressing.

"Ohhhh, oh, ohh, God!"

Steve keeps at it. Fingering his belly. He's trying to jiggle and wobble his fat, but he's so tight. He's too packed. Made illogically huge.

Pleasure curls hot and tight and electric inside Bucky. How is there room?! It's even more intense now than it was before - how full he is. He's going to come. He's going to pop. Burst. Explode. Fat. Fatter. The weight of his gut on his swollen cock is good but really, it's just that he's been rewired to find his gut insanely erotic. He's grown, and he's gotten more sensitive. His nerves feel like they're most alive over his gut. Steve's thick fingers in his belly button are what's doing him in.

Christ!

Bucky wails when he comes, his dick entirely untouched. His poor, abused, stretched belly the only thing getting loved on.

Steve stares, stunned. "Fuck, I fucking love you, glutton," he rasps, nearly speechless.

400

Bucky is 400 lbs, and he has truthfully never felt so good.

It's so much effort to walk - to do all these small little tasks that were effortless when he weighed over 200 lbs less - but it feels good to walk, too. He's started waddling. Just a little. Unsteady. Heavy. His legs are thick, and his chubby thighs jiggle, sweatpants about to burst at the seams. His love handles shake and rub against his chubby arms with every plodding stride he takes, the hem of his shirt slowly coming up to expose his stretch-marked, soft fat. His belly gurgles and sloshes, dragging his back into a painful arch with all the weight it adds onto the front of his blubbery, round body. His moobs bounce, all this excessive, obscene cleavage straining against the stretched fabric of his t-shirt. Just walking makes his dick hard now.

Yeah.

He's fucked up. He's fucked up on food.

He always had a thing for food, there's no denying that, but Steve has trained him so well. He gets so hard for anything around food. Calories. Fat. All of it.

Bucky is almost always drunk with excessive fullness and gluttony, aching for more.

More.

Steve stuffs him, giving him what he wants. Moremoremoremore. Greedy fucking glutton.

Bucky already has past the point of fullness where he can keep going on his own tonight during this celebratory stuffing. He isn't walking right now. He's simply feeding. His belly is throbbing.

Full to the top.

No extra room.

Still, more food is being shoved inside him. Shoved down his throat. Added to the immense, thick fat already on his frame.

Bucky groans around the food in his mouth. His mouth floods with saliva. Good. It tastes so good. He can feel his stomach stretching. Preparing for more.

More.

There is only the need to get more. Grow more. Fatten up more. Become as massive as he can until he can't walk - until lying down is the same blissful sensory experience of walking. Rolls rubbing against rolls, stacked up, he's so big. His body has no more room for fat. So incredibly excessive.

Steve chuckles at his loud outburst, begging for more, "that's it, baby," he murmurs, his fingers gently running down his throat, coaxing him to swallow. "Take it. Get bigger for me."

Yes.

Bucky moans again.

More.

There's just a little bit left.

A little bit more.

Chewing and swallowing, desperate simply to grow, Bucky finishes the last of the feast. Bite by bite. Swallow by swallow. Exactly what Steve gives him, Bucky consumes. Encouraged not only by the lust inside him, just as heavy and oppressive as the mass of calories in his belly, but by the way Steve stares at him. His eyes are heavy. Dark. His hands are greedy, rubbing, pinching, wobbling - playing.

Playing with him.

Playing with his fat. Playing with Bucky. His fat, pet glutton. His own bloated playground of softness. Unbearably sexy for them both. Bucky is living it and breathing it, and Steve is watching it, eyes glued. He's never seen something more obscene.

Bucky moans. He burps. The pressure inside of him is immense. He feels immense. He can barely stomach it.

So. much.

Bucky wants to get up. Not to get away - he doesn't want to stop, just the opposite, this is all he wants forever - but he wants to waddle into their bedroom and get horizontal to really feel the intense fullness, to feel all the heaviness on his lungs, to feel what he's done to his body. Grown. Increased. Swelled. Fattened.

Bucky can't get up, though. It's not even that he's too full. He is too full! But. But... He can't. He can't fucking get up. He couldn't if he tried. It's too fucking hot. Hot and heavy. He's too heavy. There's too much fat in his way. Way, way too much fat. He's made himself so fat. Steve's made him so fat. He's so big. Getting bigger.

Bigger. God. Was their ever a hotter word?

Steve groans, and he squeezes Bucky's prized gut. His gut wobbles in thick, slow waves, even with how full he is. Solid. Stuffed. Bucky can't believe it. The way it feels-

Christ.

It's orgasmic.

So fat.

So thick.

So heavy.

With a long, satisfied moan, Bucky's hips try to jerk forward. He's too heavy. He can't move. Stuffed and entirely immobilized. His body moves, though. His belly. Waves. Fat. Thick.

Heavy.

Oh, God.

It's too much.

Bucky short fucking circuits, electricity shocking through him, white, hot heat that makes him come messily, grinding against the underside of his completely full, flabby belly.

Fuck!

Steve is on him before his head stops spinning, spreading his thighs WIDE to accommodate for Bucky's thick girth. He's grinding against Bucky's blubber, which is pushing all his sensitive, thick fat hard and harder against Bucky's sensitive cock. He just came! He can't come again! He can't! He can't! Oh, God. He can't even see straight. Nothing has felt so good. So indulgent and decadent.

Steve shoves the last, last bite of food messily between Bucky's gaped, moaning lips, muffling his desperate, wailing sound, and forcing Bucky to swallow breathlessly. He licks at Steve's fingers, still struggling to breathe, and that's what sets Steve off. That show of pure fucking gluttony. Nearly bursting at the seams and still mindlessly accepting more.

500

For the first time, when Bucky is officially waddling and heaving for breath every time he moves - not even when he's walking! Just when he's moving! Shifting from laying to sitting up, changing his position on the couch, crouching to dig through their always stoked pantry, whatever - Steve doesn't make enough food and doesn't order enough food for Bucky to get fully stuffed during their celebratory orgy of gluttony.

Gluttony on gluttony on gluttony 🥴🥴

All compounding into one rich, pampered, too decadent feast. It's such a feast that just getting a whiff of all the foods that are laid out for Bucky to put down would make you gain weight. POUNDS of weight. Easily.

Still, ALL of what Steve has set out is not enough.

Bucky has grown into such a pig, no, a hog, NO, such a whale that the courses, courses, and courses are food do not satisfy the greedy beast inside of Bucky's wobbling, endlessly round belly.

Steve has to order more food for Bucky when they're winding down to the last few platefuls. God. He's so fat that even when he's approaching full, then, after they get their next order of take out and Bucky's moaning about being on the cusp of bursting, he's all soft and round.

Other than the way that his skin glistens with sweat, the way that his feminine, heavy chest heaves and jiggles, and the way that he moans excessively loud, unable to shut his mouth, unable to shut up... you would never know that he's full to the brim. Packed. Stuffed. No more room. It looks like there's plenty of room in that gut. There has to be! How could anyone so sinfully fat ever be satisfied? You don't get to Bucky's impressive, lavish size without pushing yourself to the limits. Yeah, Bucky's habit of gorging himself until he's stuck on his back has never been more visible than it is now. Steve loves to see it.

Steve loves ordering Bucky more food. His dick is hard, he's already come once. Bucky has, too. They just couldn't wait. Why would they wait? They're indulging tonight. They're celebrating. They can do whatever the fuck they want.

"Steeeeve, Steve, Steve, 'm gonna fucking pop. Swear to God," Bucky slurs between bites of food, he's still fucking eating like he's ravenous, digging into his feast in the same way that a starved predator digs into a luscious, juicy fresh kill. There is no time to worry about such silly sensations as fullness. It is not every day that prey is caught and torn into. Bucky must take what he can get. He must stuff himself like a predator. Moaning, burping, groaning, gut gurgling through its excessive bounty. It drives Steve insane. "'M really gonna, gonna explode this time, oooooh," he grips his tummy, chubby hands scrambling over the roundness attached to his ballooned body. He looks like one of those people from Wall-E.

Like he's never walked on his own two feet. All fat. Round, soft, soft fat.

Steve slaps his gut, reveling, perversely, in the way that Bucky groans and how deep his hand sinks into his blubber. He really is a whale. He's not meant to walk. Yet, he's too fat to swim now. He can't go anywhere. He can't do anything but eat. Glut. Consume. Gorge. Stuff.

"Jesus Christ," Steve growls.

"Mmmmmnghh," Bucky senselessly moans. "So. Fat." He pants.

"Sooo fat," Steve agrees darkly, "you're so huge, baby."

"Wanna be," he pouts.

"You don't have to want to be. You are, fatty. You are the biggest. The fattest. I can't believe how fat you've gotten. I can hardly see your stomach bulging through all this fat!" Steve swallows his drool, "just look, Buck-!"

Bucky obediently looks down, his sweet, round face developing another chin.

Christ.

Steve could blow his load all over those chins right now, untouched. He doesn't. Instead, Steve squeezes all the soft fat that's malleable and thick despite being stretched around his throbbing belly, then he shakes it.

Bucky's fat moves. "Guh, mmm, fuck, Steve," Bucky gasps, he tries to hold his belly in place, he's so sensitive! He can't take it! It does nothing, though. Steve is shaking his whole gut. He's pressing his hands into his fat. He's trying to find his rock-solid gut under all that blubber. But it's too much! There's too much! Steve can't feel anything, so he keeps going. Bucky can do nothing because he can't even reach all of his gut. His arms aren't long enough. His stomach is so huge.

So. huge.

All of him is so huge.

Steve's plan, post endless stuffing, was to get Bucky onto his hands and knees and see how close his gut is to the floor, but... looking at him like this, feeling him like this, he knows it won't work. Bucky is too round. Bucky is too big. Bucky is too much of a whale, his gut is too round to let his hands and knees touch the ground, although...

He squeezes one last time, Bucky whimpers, "Steeeeve, 'm too full!"

Maybe all that blubber would squish out around his sides, and he'd get stuck like that. His belly and piled up, excessive fat would prevent his arms and legs from being able to move. Bucky would just kneel there, moaning, his fat wobbling while Steve fucks him, on the cusp of filling him more. Giving him just enough to really make him burst. Too much.

Maybe Steve should carry out his plans.

Maybe Steve will carry out his plans to fuck his butter ball... once he digests some.

Steve isn't strong enough to move Bucky without any imput from the food drunk, pleasure drunk glutton himself. 500. God. How did he get so big? How did he grow so large? When did his appetite become entirely bottomless? The mind willing, only the flesh weak.

Flesh.

Fatty, pale flesh stretched to the point of a hot, red stain and stripes covering him. Overindulged. Overfed. Fattened. Ballooned into an unrecognizable, excessive, burping, groaning whale from the slim, svelte, charming man. Steve doesn't hardly recognize him, though. Steve knows that this is what Bucky was always meant to be. Bucky was meant to be so massive. Luxury. Soft. He slaps the perverse surface of his domed middle again.

Bucky sobs, "fatter, fatter," he whines, "gonna get bigger!"

"Fuck yeah, you are, tubs," Steve can hardly scramble into his lap now, there is no room with his gut in the way, "you're gonna keep growing, you're gonna get bigger." He humps that irresistible, soft, but stuffed belly. "You're never gonna stop. You couldn't. You won't."

"Fatter! More! Steve! Make me fatter!" Bucky chants, agreeing desperately. He can't even twitch into Steve humping him, so he just moans recklessly. Craving. More food. More sex. More indulgence. He needs it. Neither of them can actually imagine what he will look like any bigger than he is, but they will find out. He needs to grow until the couch and the bed can't hold him. Too fat. Too heavy. Too much. Yes.

Yeah 🥵🥵

(Here's a short add on!)

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

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Oh my god?????

Okay... WOW!! This is amazing!!!

First off, as always, thank you for your amazing support!!! I know I say it so much, but I truly, deeply mean it. I'm only a few followers away from 300 followers, which is?? Insane?? The last time I was on Tumblr I thought I had a good following with 100, which I did! I mean, that's good to me lol. But that was over the course of like, a year? Maybe two? I've been posing here for like a month, so wtf (but GOOD wtf, GREAT wtf!!!) I'm not really sure what I want to do to celebrate that, but there'll probably be something. Like a fun ask game once we actually hit that milestone!

So, the true point of this post besides thank you for your support, is a few different things.

First off,

I am not closing requests. However, I have... 19 requests now... and I don't think I'd be that intimidated, except some of these stand the possibility of being written as at least a mini series, so it's more like I'm looking at 30+ guaranteed works if I factor in multiple parts to those requests.

That being said, I am now going to say from here on out

If you submit a request, I most likely will not answer you for one month from the time you submit.

Which is insane, I'm aware. But first off, I do work lol. Second off, there's a lot!! I've gotta at least get 19 works out before I can respond to new requests, so pray for me. And as I've said before in the past, I do not respond to requests until your work is ready. So do not expect a response until I've written it.

Second off,

for the next two weeks I am going on a writing break! I have a current IRL project that is now demanding my full time attention, and I also do not want to burn myself out on writing while wrapping up said IRL project. I'll still be on Tumblr probably, but it will probably mostly be responding to regular asks/shitposting/Hunger Games headcanons (I'm also so sorry to all of my moots whose amazing works I have not been reblogging. I do not have the energy for actual reading with everything going on, but I see you and I love you and i have a list of fics I plan on reading when I finally get energy 💗 I've felt so bad, you don't understand)

Third,

what's my posting schedule gonna look like after my break?

Well, I'm setting a low at minimum goal that I'm going to be posting one standalone fic and one part for at least one series every week. Once I get more time, it'll probably be more like three works per week, but that's for the future when I can breathe since I write better on days off/weekends instead of doing bits and pieces every work day. (Rememeber when I used to post like five works a week? Yeah. That was fun! Miss that!)

Overall, TL;DR

• Thank you for your support!

• Requests are going to take at minimum a month to respond to from this point out.

• I'm going on a small writing break, but afterwards I should be posting works hopefully twice a week.

I hope you all have an amazing day, week, year. I love you all. Please stay safe, and I'll see you next time for America's favorite new gameshow, "I Posted 'Princess' as a Lark and Honesty Expected 17 Notes, Period. How The Fuck Did I Get Here????"

#josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #jhutch #peeta mellark #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt smut #josh futterman x reader

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 1.30.2024

Good news! I have finished Chapter 7, including the parts of Chapter 7 that is now in Chapter 8. I mentioned last week that Chapter 7 was running really long with 3 scenes left to go, and I wasn't sure if I was just going to let it get really, really long, or if I was going to shunt those scenes into Chapter 8. In the end, I did both--I moved the longest of the three scenes to Ch 8, and kept the other two in Chapter 7. I had it in my mind that this would ruin the pacing, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed Fine, Actually, and I think it is.

Finishing "all the stuff allotted for Chapter 7" was kind of a big milestone for me, so I celebrated by...editing Chapters 5 and 6 and sending them to my beta. The editing was a bit of a bigger project than I expected--I had run into a couple of places where I wrote things out of order, and I ended up with "well, does this character know about X or not?" problems that I had to resolve. Anyway, I got a very positive review, so that's exciting!

What's next? Well, the second scene of Chapter 8 was already written, although it had more integration problems, so I cleaned those up and got it into place. That puts Chapter 8 at about 5k words right now (I'm always aiming for 8-9). I've got one more, fairly hefty scene on the outline, so that should fit just about right.

My plan was to try and finish Chapter 8 and then skip ahead and try to write the end. Usually, for fanfics like this, I have a very clear end in mind, and I honestly did not for this one. A while ago, I sat down and came up with one, but I'm not all that sure if it's gonna take up a whole chapter, or if I'm gonna have to pad it a little. I figure that once I have the end in place, it will be easier to fill in the canyon between what I've got and where I've got to go. Right now, the outline gives me one chapter to do that. I feel in my heart like it's more realistically two. I am not excluding the possibility I might get carried away and need three (geez I hope not tho). I've had a little trouble getting started on that last scene of Ch 8 tho-- I'm gonna give it another day or two, and if I can't get some juice on it, I might just skip ahead to the end and come back to it later.

Word count: Part B is now 34,983, for a total of 71,862 (+7265 from last week, although about half of that was already written, so let's call it a 3600 word week).

I also spent a lot of this week drawing. It's a Kuchiki sibs piece for both their birthdays. It was very hard and I won't say I'm happy with it, but I fanart-failed the last two things I tried to do, so I'm just pushing forward. I want to have something to show for January. I've finished up the linework and the flat colors, but it still needs shading and I need to half-ass a background of some sort. I hope I'll be able to do all that in time to post it tomorrow. This is also the phase of the project where it looks the least good, and the part that comes next is where it rapidly starts to look a lot better. I also need to do A Special Effect, and I think I'm going to have to look up a tutorial, because my usual brush-mashing was not turning out to be fruitful. We'll just have to see, I guess.

#writing update #art update

[deceitfuldevil]

1k Follower Sleepover Celebration!

Some may argue that 1,000 is not that large of a number, but I implore you to look up what 1,000 people in a room look like; and you’ll be as dumbfounded as me. I cannot believe that now over 1,000 real people follow me. I will not lie, I have always thought very little of myself and my writing. So hitting 1,000 followers is a milestone like no other to me, and I can’t begin to think of the right words to say to express how grateful and happy I am for each and every one of you for supporting me. Me and my weird, strange, obscure, and niche work. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you all.

Now for what everyone actually wants to read, no more sentimental blubbering for now.

I basically want to put out as many fics, drabbles, and headcanons as possible. So here are 100 different prompts for requesting! 33 smut, 33 fluff, and 33 angst. (1 extra for creating your own prompt to request!) The sleepover begins today, 2/16/23 (12:00pmCST) and ends 2/23/23 (11:59pmCST). 

Smut:

“Never tease me like that again”

“Touch me and you lose”

“You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You can't tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

"You can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?"

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, love.”

"Cry all you want… I'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

“Don’t give me that look”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

“Why don’t we film it?”

“I'm going to ruin you.”

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

"What's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"

“I thought you said you were going to be good for me?”

“It hurts!” . . . “Good.”

"I know you're mad and all, but I just wanna bend you over the desk right now."

“Aw baby why didn’t you tell me, I could’ve helped you”  

 “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

“Don’t tell me you’re feeling short of breath now”

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Yeah? you like being treated as a doll, don't you?”

“You aren't the innocent little angel everyone thinks you are, are you?”

“I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking my cum for days.”

“Show me where you want me.”

“I wanna rip that dress off you.” . . . “Only if you buy me a new one.” . . . “Deal.”

“You want to come?” . . . “Y-yes, I— please—” . . . “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” 

“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.” 

“Th-There are people outside this door—” . . . “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” 

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

Fluff:

“Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. I don't mind. That's cool.”

“Come taste! Tell me if I need to add anything.”

“Why can’t we stay here forever?”

“My lipgloss is all over your lips.”

“That's the first time I've ever seen you smile.”

“You canceled plans for me?”

“Quick, kiss me!”

“That's the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

“How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

“It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.”

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

"I heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

“Here's a spare key so you don’t have to keep coming in through the window.”

“As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you, I have breakfast to make for the two of us.” 

“Not that I'm not enjoying being used as your pillow, but I think we’d be more comfortable in bed.”

“It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.” 

 “Aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.”

“Your cheeks are really soft.” . . . “Stop squishing them!” 

“How much lipstick is smeared on my lips right now?”

“Wherever you want to go, I promise I'll be with you every step of the way.”

“Is it the alcohol or are your eyes always this pretty”

“Never pegged you for a horny drunk”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

“You sent me inappropriate pictures. . . when I was out in public” 

“Can I sit on your lap?” 

“I had a nightmare…”

“Should we make it official?” (I’m thinking Vegas?)

"Should I stop talking?" . . . "Don't, your voice is very soothing"

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"Thank you" . . . "For what?" . . . "For coming into my life"

"C-can you... hold me for a while?" "Of course."

“Is that... my shirt that you're wearing?”

“gods, you're such an idiot.” . . . “and yet, you still love me that way.”

Angst:

"It would be better if you stayed away from me."

"Do you really want me? Or is this just your way of trying to solve your daddy issues?"

"I am here to tell you that I cannot meet you anymore."

“You always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me”

“I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking”

“I hate the way that I don't hate you.”

“I didn't realize it was such an inconvenience.”

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?”

“All my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“How could you let them say that about me?”

“You look happier” . . . “I’m not.”

“You still live in the silence between my thoughts.”

“I am in love with a moment we never had.”

“You didn’t just break promises, you broke me.”

"Don't go on that date." . . . "Why?" . . . "You know why." . . . "Say it."

“I don't even remember why we used to fight so much.”

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?” 

 “Please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” . . . “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

“I don't like you. I can barely even tolerate you.” . . . “Then why do you keep coming back?”

“You’re annoying, you know that?”

“I don’t need your permission to do anything.”

“Why is it that whenever we see each other, you’re always covered in blood?”

“Don’t pretend to care about me.”

“Us? There never was an ‘us’.”

“What do you want? Because I could care less.”

“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do better?”

“Do me a favor and never cross my path again.”

“You can’t save everyone you know.”

“Take another step towards me and see what happens.”

“I don’t have the energy to fight you anymore.”

“I’m allowed to move on.”

“You can’t save me and then must walk out!”

“I needed you, I fucking needed you and you weren’t there!”

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

ASK TYPES:

🪐 Ask about the author! Ask me anything you want to know about my writing, my personal life, even my favorite (x,y,z)! (these are what I’ll answer stoned) ((see below))

��� Send in any sort of request from any of the prompt lists at the top, with characters I’ve write for! (Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Baron Helmut Zemo, Druig the Eternal, Matt Murdock, and Valkyrie!) 

🗣 Send me your name and I’ll tell you what I associate with it!

🏹 Ask about one of my WIPs or up-and-coming story ideas and I’ll post a snippet!

+ anything you want to see in this sleepover, just ask!

It’s a good thing tumblr has polls now because now I can ask this: tumblr is a relatively faceless app. . . but would you all care for a face reveal to mark this milestone?

Regardless of the results of the poll, I want to share more about myself with all of you! So what better way to get the most truthful and vulnerable answers than answering asks while stoned? All of 2/22 will be devoted to answering personal asked while high as balls <3

Once again thank you all so much for 1,000 followers, and don't forget to reblog this so my sleepover isn't a total flop lmaooo

Much Love, 

—Skyler

Mutual tags: @mactavishwritings @wannabemurdock @grippingbeskar @galaxysgal @toastybuggy @peterman-spideyparker @yourbucky084

Mutual tags: @mactavishwritings @wannabemurdock @toastybuggy @peterman-spideyparker @yourbucky084 @galaxysgal

Mutual tags:

—Skyler

Mutual tags: @wannabemurdock @peterman-spideyparker @yourbucky084 @mactavishwritings

#marvel #mcu #fan fic #fan fiction #cute #fluff #love #au #1k followers #sky’s sleepover #1000 followers #1k celebration #1k follower celebration #thank you #smut #angst #pietro maximoff x reader #matt murdock x reader #peter parker x reader #zemo x reader #druig x reader #valkyrie x reader #send asks #please send requests #requests open #mcu x reader #did I mention I made this last minute #I really hope this does well #sleepover #daredevil x reader

[shuamorollss]

Ocean View — gaeul x gn!reader

note: idk what i just did.. This was just word vomit n a scenario i imagined earlier during bible study HAHSJEKDKAL AND HAPPY 200+ FANS FOR ME ILY ALL SM U DON'T UNDERSTAND😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 i wanted to Write smth to celebrate the milestone But have this first Cause I'm trying to get rid of my writers block!!!

warning/s: wrote this for like 5 minutes so expect errors!!

tags: established relationship 「 wc: 0.5k 」

perm taglist: @jangwonie @coffeewon @butterflyy-ningg @w3bqrl . . .

The evening was fast approaching, so you immediately settled yourself at the porche of your cabin, only to witness the ocean view plus the sunset that will be taking place.

it's quite nice to have the time to just sit around, do nothing but admire the heavenly view of the ocean sea. The satisfying sounds of the waves and the freezing yet refreshing breeze going through your whole body. It's indeed something you have longing to experience. and here you are, actually doing exactly that, and for a lifetime as well.

You sat there as your eyes and the waves at a distance met, you couldn't get your eyes off the view. It was like it was glued only for you to stare at it, until you heard someone.

" Y/n! " A familiar voice calls for you, being the only key for your hues to stop paying attention to the ocean view.

You turn around to have a peek inside your cabin to see a short blue haired woman making her way to the counter. You could already tell who it was, from her hair as blue as the ocean itself.

" Gaeul! " You stand up with stars in your eyes, witnessing your girlfriend opening the door home after a long day of being away.

You swiftly made your way towards her, welcoming her with the warmest, tightest hug you were craving during the whole day.

She slid her hands around your waist to secure you, not letting go of the embrace she was also yearning for.

You noticed her haggard posture as well as her appearance, you pondered for a few seconds if she didn't have the greatest day.

" I hope you're okay, love. I cooked you dinner. "

Gaeul formed a grin as she closed her eyes, then her hand transfering to your nape, pulling your head gently to rest against her forehead.

" I miss you. " Gaeul spoke, as her hands then again transferred to cup your cheeks.

Your cheeks were heating and your heart was beating in bliss. You enamored this moment yet you were still worried about your girlfriend's state.

" Love, you're tired, right? " you softly spoke and she slightly nodded in response. foreheads still attached, not planning on letting go any time soon.

" You had a tiring day. Let's go eat dinner. " You inquired. Gaeul only exhaled in response in which you had already hinted as a no.

" Do you wanna go outside and watch the ocean then? " You mumbled, the other shook her head.

" Then what do you want to do? "

" Just here. "

" Here? " You raised a brow.

" I like it here more. Like this. " She chuckled, brushing your hair.

You were too worried for Gaeul and desperate to get her to rest. Her tired posture as she rests her forehead on yours, and her droopy eyes so desperate to be closed shut. how aren't you gonna be worried?

" Don't you wanna go outside? Watch the ocean? "

You asked once more. your gaze not leaving her visage.

She pulled your head closer until your noses were in contact. Her head was full of you, and even a day without you almost drove her crazy. Using this embrace to finally energize her for a bit, maybe not even a bit. Her hands were secured behind your neck for a long moment, not wanting to let you go even if she had to, though she didn't want to.

" You're prettier than the ocean. " were the words that last left her breath before pecking her lips on yours.

© seungiepup 2022. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

#ficscafe #gigi writes #gaeul x reader #ive x reader #gaeul fluff #ive fluff #ive scenarios #gaeil scenarios #kim gaeul x reader #ive gaeul #ive x fem!reader #ive x gn!reader #ive imagines #gaeul imagines

[voxbrini]

I'm somewhat late to the party (bcus I never check my Amazon). I've noticed I'm given the option to pre-order. And I gotta say, the price kind of caught me off-guard for a DVD collection with only 66 episodes. (and to be fair, some beloved special features.) A bit expensive there, CN. Seems like early reviewers are disgruntled by this as well.

I know we should just be grateful that we're finally getting a physical release, but the reviews ain't wrong. This isn't the complete series.

Specials, that (most) have never been officially released, are missing.

Big Picture Show, the movie that acts as the LITERAL SERIES FINALE, is missing. It's not in there. THE FINALE ISN'T IN THERE. HUH??? FOR THE COMPLETE SERIES???? GIRL HELP - WHERE'S THE ENDING?!

A reviewer also pointed out that language options are limited for all seasons. Do I need to elaborate on this?

I'm gonna throw this under a cut as to not crowd anyone's feed with my salt. Just know that I'm not mad, CN. I'm disappointed.

I feel as if a ball has been dropped somewhere. This series is still well-loved to this day. Just maybe not as much as it once was. Yet, it was arguably one of CN's strongest and held the #1 spot for many years.

Like fine, they wanted something to release CN30 and they were aware of past requests. I don't want to call this a straight-up cash grab. But, I have this tiny feeling Foster's has been given the same treatment. Which somehow makes it a lot more bittersweet, as I'm sure Foster's fans feel the same.

Part of me is struggling to justify spending the money on this. Like, I've paid less for series that are larger (and actually complete!!!). Maybe I would've expected that price for a Blu-ray series? Though, I'd happily throw my money at it if it had everything.

One could argue these aren't major losses and that purchasing official physical media communicates that it is something very much desired. Hell, something that is very much necessary for animation as a whole. However, one could also argue this feels incomplete and half-assed. Especially in celebration of a major milestone.

Maybe the final product will be different. Or maybe not, and you could go grab a fan-made collection that does it better for less money. Serious collectors could grab the official on sale. Save it for a rainy day, when you're feelin' a bit goofy with your funds.

Please take this only as a rambling. There are other ways to officially watch (most) of this show. Though, I understand it's not available to everyone outside of the US/CA. Which, seriously, still a bummer. But, there are also plenty of unofficial ways.

I have nothing against anyone involved in the release of this project. And, I have nothing but deep respect for those who originally worked on this show.

Maybe that's why I'm so frazzled. It deserves better. Animation deserves better. These shows were massively important to CN. Show them some respect.

#i know i know champagne problems #please no one take my caps as me yelling in your ear directly #i'm just flabbergasted #YOU'RE CALLING THIS A COMPLETE SERIES BUT LEAVE OUT THE FINALE? #like i brushed it off the first time i read it but now it's really bizarre #they're having a laugh they've gotta be #some choices have been made #not all good #also why tf isn't tony sampson listed #you have to scroll down to see his name #MY BOY LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO MY BOY #eene #ed edd n eddy #voxmit

[sunshinesdaydream]

Congrats on your milestone! 🥳🥳 That's an amazing step to hit! And hopefully, you get to continue to have even more fun on here in the future! 🥳🥰

I'm not very good at asks, and I tend to ramble. So I will try my very best to keep this short and sweet!

For nickname let's go "Nimue" since it's what i like to put my name as in games!

I tend to be shy with people at first, I tend to get really insecure 😅 but once I'm comfortable, that's it. I'm loud and weird and (i hope) fun. I'm very protective of those I care for and will go to their defense right away! But I'd much rather just be cuddled up with my favourite ppl at home and being chill.

I have long brown hair that goes to my knees and I like to dye the underneath (i think its called a peekaboo dye?). It's not my actual body but, I use a wheelchair when I go out (its a distance thing my legs still work).

I have a very eclectic style, a lot of its nerdy (games/anime) and fantasy (think renfaire ngl) but I also really like the metaphysical/"witchy" as well. It's a lot of long dresses, flowy skirts or shorts, and a chunk is handmade clothes.

I like to read, write, draw/paint, sew, work with tarot cards (is there tarot in star wars? idk), watch movies, video games and I always have music playing (and i may be loudly singing along)!

I've never been on a date...but I think somewhere we could have fun and chat like a fair or park would be a nice place to have a date.

Extras....hmmm, well, I get pretty embaressed about my chair so I tend to be a homebody so nobody sees me in it...but i do still go out. Kinda stay in the car though lol and since i don't have much family anymore, I'm gonna make my own, but I used to have a big close knit fam! (idk if that's helpful or not feel free to ignore this section entirely)

Thanks for reading this through and double thanks if you decide to use it! If not, than just thanks for reading, it was a bit of a challenge to write...but it was fun 🥰

Enjoy this event of yours and I hope your lovely matchmaking duo enjoy their task!!

Thank You! Okay before I let Isa take over I HAVE to go off for a minute. Metaphysical/Witchy stuff?? This is why I went back to your blog and found the astrology thing. Also I don't know about tarot in Star Wars, but I've been messing around with translating it to using sabacc kind of like using playing cards. Maybe a force themed oracle deck? And I kriffing LOVE Ren Faires!

Isa: Hello Nimue, I have just the teddy bear of a guy for you! He likes cuddles at home as much as he likes going out places. He can be very encouraging, so he will both be your cheerleader in all of your creative pursuits, and support for when you push your comfort zone.

He's outgoing enough to help you bridge that shyness gap, and it would take a lot for you to be louder than him! He tends to make friends wherever he goes, but also has close family. He loves animals and kids, he can be a big kid himself. But he is also gentle, thoughtful, and dependable.

Greatheart: Cyare?

Isa: Yes, dear?

Greatheart: I think you should leave some for Nimue to find out for herself.

Isa: You're right, dear. So, Nimue, I'm sending you on a date with Wrecker to a Fantasy Faire.

Hope you have a lovely time!

Isa Mio & Greatheart

Sunshine's 10th Anniversary Celebration -Still offering Matches!

#now I lowkey want to write a drabble about Wrecker at a Ren Faire #Clone Matchmaking #Sunshine's 10th Celebration #Matchmaker OC: Isa Mio #Clone OC: Greatheart #The Bad Batch Wrecker #moonlightwarriorqueen #star wars #the bad batch #clone troopers #the clone wars

[finniestoncrane]

I’m gonna put in one more request before your 1k celebration is over. Which you definitely deserve!! You are absolutely amazing! But can I also get number 9 pretty please.

Ok! I’m American specifically from the south. I’m gender-fluid and most days dress either like a stereotypical professor or I look like I just crawled outta bed. I come off as a grump because I get uncomfortable easy and shut down. I’m currently working towards a dual degree in history and art. I play video games, collect comics and action figures. I like to build model tanks and things. I get extremely emotionally attached to my things and hate when people touch them. I like to read but only physical books. I really like tea and don’t care for coffee. I’ll eat and or try just about anything any thing I won’t eat usually comes down to texture. I am extremely excitable, and often have a hard time controlling my volume in most situations. Once you brake through my grumpy mask I’m a goofball. I like to learn about others interests. I heavily dislike being in public and usually wear my headphones so I don’t get overwhelmed. I’m always down to do anything with my friends. I get frustrated easily, especially when I know I can do better. I will stand up for anyone and everyone but myself. I swing very heavily between states of hyperfocus and dissociation. I have anxiety and depression along with adhd. I’m the oldest of three siblings and I’m very close with both my brother and sister. I’m a very touchy person with most people I’m comfortable with. Touchy to an absurd degree actually. Once I like you I have no concept of personal space. I also make people 10x mean to me in my head. I love animals and have a single fur baby. A cat named catness. A chronic migraine haver.

I’m so sorry this is so long. And nothing is in order. My brain just ran with it. But keep up the amazing work finnie!! I appreciate you so so much my friend!! 💚💚

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ok yep giving it to the cutest little obssessive bean (and i'm so sorry there are so few images of her ;-;) 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

right first of all fluidity and adaptability? super key to this harley. like i don't know she seems ready to flip her whole self up on a whim and be who she wants to be on that specific day

she might seem a tad grumpy too, or maybe rage-filled, but it's just because she's so determined and outgoing so you're like opposites attract in that sense, which would be good for grounding each other!

cutesie nerd couple vibes honestly, i think she'd be a comic book nerd and i can see you both layign on your stomachs kicking your legs and giggling at dumb superheroes together

this harley is super patient, like she'll wait for something and/or work out how to get it exactly and i know from experience this is key when it comes to model building cos those fuckers require a steady hand and the patience of a saint

hello hammer, hello joker, hello you. harley knows a thing or two about being emotional attachment

trying new things is everythign to her, how else are you going to stumble upon brand new favourites or a new arch-nemesis??? so she'd be down to go to different restaurants with you and do that disgustingly romantic, cutesie thing of ordering four dishes and sharing them all while you feed each other with linked arms

harley is the most exciteable little thing to ever walk the planet, and i think the two of you would both be volume control-less wonders together because she can go from 0 to 60 on the volume scale for literally no other reason than she saw something that she wanted to squish with love

same with the grumpy mask hiding a goofball. yeah she might seem terrifyign and quick to rage, but she's just a little clown, just a little harlequin, just looking for a good and fun and silly time

ok so don't worry about standing up for yourself, because harley is 100% there for you on that front, and that includes in public when you're overwhelmed and you need someone to barge through the crowd and make a path for you to safety

literally you're almost the same person here, the touchy thing? very physical attention focused. will squish cheeks, pat heads, grab butts, smoosh tummies, hold hands constantly and go out of her way to not have to let go, she's touching you in some way at most times if you're one of her people

she's definitely an animal lover, anything cutesie that she can hold and pet (you included) are top tier in her world

and hey she might not be the healthiest person in terms of her mind, but she'll try her damndest to make sure you feel supported and at your happiest when you're ready to feel that emotion, otherwise, she'll wallow right there with you until you feel like getting up again

#finnie writes #finnie1k

[usedpidemo]

Update - 3k followers!

Okay let's be real this milestone shouldn't be about me, it's all about Ash Ketchum's celebration this weekend, that man's been grinding longer than I have been alive on this earth—

Jokes aside, thank you so much. I would insert an I love you 3000 gif after this winded post is done, but it'd be far too played out, no?

Actually being serious for a moment, the love and support for the past few fics has been unreal. 1K+ notes on a singular fic was something I thought only the best and most gifted, well trained, secretly professionals could ever do, yet here we are. For the longest time, I thought 500-600 was the ceiling for me, yet those same 'limit' barriers are being surpassed like it's routine. Absolutely insane.

I don't know if y'all really like my fics that much more these days, if I'm being smart about the 'meta' (probably the most likely reason, let's be honest, lol), or if there's something that's changed in the wind because the level of positive reception I've received since my return after my July break elevated me to newer heights I doubted would ever happen.

I am always looking to get better, and I know there's still plenty of room for improvement as 'good' as where I am now. There's more milestones to accomplish and new things to try. I mean, it look Ash Ketchum 25 goddamn earth years to become a world champion, and he had his own trials and tribulations along the way—some lower than others (we don't talk about Unova).

Before this becomes a secret love letter to our favorite eternal 10 year old protagonist, I want to say thank you all. Whether you've been there from the start, watching me stumble along with childish innocence or if you've discovered me lately, you mean a lot in keeping my love and passion alive. It's been a joy writing some of these twisted fantasies and sharing them with you. This blog has helped me considerably in practicing better work ethics, studying writing as a whole, and creating beautiful, meaningful friendships, and I am truly blessed because of it. I wish I had something prepared to commemorate this milestone, but you'll have to wait a bit longer.

(And I seriously mean that. Pokémon drops this Friday. I'm gonna occupy my time exploring Paldea by then.)

Sincerely, thank you for sticking along. I am truly humbled.

With grace,

π

#update #milestone

[oraclekleo]

Looks like I have missed the 1,000 followers milestone and it's a bit late to celebrate it now 🤣

Okay! New goal!

I'm gonna celebrate it with you guys when it's 1,111 followers 😁

Any suggestions what it could be apart from actually completing the requests I have in the inbox?

Feel free to tell me. Should we do some games? Or a couple reading competition? Or exchange readings? Or should I teach you how to make the most delicious poppy cake with plums? 😂

#oracle kleo #1111 followers celebration prep

[izupie]

I'm finally on the epilogue chapter of a 370,000 word fic that's taken me all week to read

For context that's like reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban 3 times, or reading the whole of The Count of Monte Cristo

In fairness I could have read it much faster if I hadn't had to go to work or still cook and clean my apartment and take care of my cat lmaooo

If I had been able to binge read it and do nothing else, trust me I would

It will officially be the longest fanfiction I've ever read and the slowest slow burn I've ever read !

It's been a bit of an odd one though, because the AU was just So AU that the characters actually ended up a bit OOC for me - which would usually bother me, but they were all so endearing and well developed that they all kind of took on a life of their own. The writing style was SO GOOD that it really didn't matter. The way the writer crafted the story was just *chefs kiss* so whether it was the characters I already knew, or basically OCs, I really didn't care - I was so invested anyway

The format was like watching a season of Gilmore Girls, where they celebrate each holiday and birthday and each season comes and goes and with each milestone you FEEL time passing. Character development was so on point as time passed, and the relationships developed so so slowly but so naturally and I just

I have been essentially reading a self published online novel for the last week, since the world was a unique AU and the characters were all basically OCs, and I've loved every second, even when the angst kicked in

This is gonna live rent free in my head for a long time and now I only wish it was a real book that I could have on my shelf to reread any time

#you know those fanfics that just Hit Different #ugh Im in love with this story #the amount of times Ive had to put my phone down and SCREECH #love it #izu says stuff

[heysarsii]

I see you

Out and about last Saturday to celebrate some of my milestone achievements with the fam. 2023 has just started and I have already been receiving a couple of good news that I will eternally be grateful for. Also celebrated the progress and consistency I've been making for the past few weeks. Proud of myself for showing up consistently. *tap tap*

We watched Avatar: The Way of the Water last weekend which lasted for 3hrs+. It's kinda dragging and had me a bit sleepy. I liked it a bit but what got me interested was when they were talking about how to hold one's breath because that's exactly what my coaches have been sharing with me. Plus, it showed how peaceful and amazing the experience of diving deep was. I even held my breath on the last part to check my breath hold which got me excited on our dive trip next weekend.

I missed eating fries and pastries so, we ate a lot of it last Saturday. :)

My best friend recommended a new place to get pastries from (Big Momma's Artisan Pies & Co.) near our area because I have been complaining to her how the popular bakery that we were supposed to check out didn't really have good pastries when I tried it out. Shared these peach danish and cheese rolls with my pamangkins. All of their pastries tasted so good and were actually flaky unlike those from Ambo's that are chewy. Got a box of 6 pastries to take home so my father can try it too. Ordered both savory and sweet pies and pastries. The layers of the croissant were so pretty and it was still flaky when we got home. You just need to reheat it in an oven or pop it in the airfryer for 3-5mins. Did I mention that these were way cheaper than the usual ones sold? Definitely gonna get another box when I get to drop by.

I also bought some new fits as a reward for myself and because my current wardrobe is getting looser week after week and the workarounds I make doesn't look nice anymore. My father also got too happy that he insisted to buy me a new pair of running shoes. Got me some classic and minimalist wardrobe pieces which is a total revamp of my preference from before. I think the last time I bought new clothes (aside from fan merch) was July last year. New fits means I need to reassess and clear up my wardrobe to have some of it sent to my cousins or aunties and the others to be donated. So I may or may not reorganize my room after that. This would be the 4th time I rearrange my wardrobe and room since November.

I've been busy with work and another new venture but I've been loving how I'm feeling despite the hustle and bustle of my new routine and I am really grateful to the people around me. Cheers!x

#Spotify #life lately #bright skies ahead #i count my blessings #grateful #small win #big win #avatar: the way of water #movie #weekend #To Me #pamangkins

[daegall]

HI! nah it’s ok it’s just life be up and down, the usual!! TRIPLE JENO!! ur actually crazy,, mark too?????? sunny u are on my rob list fr ✍️ i am so jealous i want more albums but i need to seriously curve my spending i have no willpower at ALL

ANDJSNS yes praying for u and the new semester, we are going to go in w a slay mentality🙏 i’m just hoping i’ll be able to balance all of my subjects but i guess we’ll find out, how are you feeling about starting??

omg wait that sounds soo fun!!! me and my friends were meant to go ice skating this break but one of them injured their leg so i’m very jealous,, glad you had fun tho!! i’m good tho!! i just finished working from home for a week so going back to the office soon which should be good! i have barely moved in a week so i need to get some walking in me

WAAAAAIT 1K ?!?!?!!!!??!;,)),:4? AAAAAAAAAAAA CONGRATULATIONS WTF?!?! GO GRAB A CAKEE WE ARE CELEBRATING FRRR 🎂🎂 I’M SOO PROUD - PROUD NO SLEEP ANON <3

hi bby!!!! but frr i am ready to literally punt life if it hurts you again i swear to god >:(((( TRIPLE JENO INDEED!!!!!!!! and MARK YEAH IM IN MY JENO MARK PHASE ACTUALLY AHAHAHHA (ft. hyuck)

rob me idc if it were you i wouldnt mind tee hee (BUT THERE WILL BE A PRICE OF A TRIPLE HYUCK TRADE . i will wait.) i want more albums too but!!!! i think im gonna save up for a camera this time tee hee ^^ theres this one i foudn in an instagram store and its !!!! WATERPROOF!!!! and so cheap too omgomgogmogm

so true slay mentality we must have that mindset FRR tbh i'm a bit worried bc of my social anxiety and the fact that the school speaks a language i barely know (pretty sad that i dont know my own language....) BUT MY OLD SCHOOL FRIENDS WILL BE THERE ALOG WTHA A COUPLE OF CURRENT CLASSMATES SO ITHINK I'LL BE FINE

i think (AND HOPE TO GOD) that we'll be online for a while,,, not only bc of my nervousness but bc covid cases are actually rising here !!!! im not taking any chances after getting it twice </3

NOOOO IS YOUR FRIEND OKAY PLS TELL ME THEYRE OKAY </3 its okay bby!!!! yous till have a long time to hang out with your friends ^^ ooo bakc to the office!!! good luck with that, im sure it's goign to be great :)

YEAH YEAH OGMGMOMOGMOG 1K CAN YOU BELEIVE IT I LTIERALLY SHAT MY PANTS WHEN I SAW IT HAHHAHAHA

i actually made an event for my 1k milestone,,, but am lowkey nervous if nobody is going to participate LOL and its just gonna be me T^T nonetheless i'm glad i made an event!!! im pretty proud of it and the whole concept :)

ANW HOW AR EYOU TODAY BBYYYY TELL MW EVERYTHING ABOTU YORU WEEK WHATEVER MADE YOU HAPPY WHATEVER YOURE FRUSTRATED ABOUT TELL ME !!!!

#asks! #no sleep anon ?!

[thebluesunflower44]

fjkdslafds happy tears

#109 kudos😭😭 #why do a hundred ppl like my half-baked story fdsjk #i'm so emotional rn help #on one hand it doesn't seem like such a big deal but it is?? #bit of a milestone actually i'm gonna celebrate!! #with cake!! and then i'll refine the next chapter #AND i shall reward myself by giving into my urges and writing a chapter from zuko's pov so exciting #no i should probably rest actually it hurts sm but. soon #anyway if you're reading this and you read YKIWM i love you #i love you so much and i'd like to hug you so badly...sending you a virtual hug #blue's writing struggles #blue rambles in the tags #ykiwm #you knew it was me #ahhhhh