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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 🥵🥵
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I’m wanting some angst and jealousy, so, from Dancing on My Own:
Im giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home
Oh, this is making me think of one of my absolute favourites things. Bucky pining and yearning and waiting oh so patiently for Sam. Until it’s just too much.
So no powers AU. Sam and Bucky have been friends since forever probably. Bucky fell years ago and has kept mostly a secret. As in, almost everyone but Sam knows. Because Bucky is just so obvious, and it’s there in the way he looks at Sam and says his name.
And maybe one day the whole group is out and Sam brings a date and they’re dancing and they leave early and Bucky is watching and it hurts. It just hurts so much.
So he starts to pull away and put some distance between them. Sam is so confused and mad and hurt and he keeps trying to talk to Bucky and gets no answer. Until one day he goes to Bucky’s place and confronts him and Bucky is just so tired and so over it he screams, “I’m in love with you and it fucking hurts.”
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it
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This year MCU Carols ideas are:
Christmas Wrapping-Clintasha
O Holy Night-thorbruce
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve-Kate & Yelena
I Have a Little Dreidel-WandaVision domestic/no powers AU
Must Be Santa-Wilson Barnes Family/sambucky
Santa Baby-Stony
We will see how many I actually write!!!
#sambucky#the wilson barnes family series#stony#clintasha#wandavision#kate and yelena#thorbruce#writerkenna#Christmas#hannukah#Jewish Wanda
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
also tagged by @writerkenna!!
thanks y'all for the love <3
5 fics + excerpts!
wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)
“Five o’clock sharp every morning, baby,” he’d said, over half a century ago now, his voice weak and his bones weaker, holding onto Bucky’s far less wrinkled hand with all the strength he still had. “Early morning exercise is important for old men like us: keeps us living longer.”
Bucky has lived fifty-two years, three months, and twelve days longer than Sam had ever gotten to, and, running his hand over Sam’s side of the bed, his favorite blanket kept pristine even after all these years, he thinks living longer is the last thing he’d ever want.
He still gets up at five to exercise every day, though.
After all, Sam had asked him to, and who is Bucky to deny Sam anything he asks, even all these years later.
2. my convenience store dream boy
The most definitely real heat gets stronger for just a moment, disappearing when Cap puts on a friendly smile. “Can’t say I pegged you for an optimist, Bucky,” he says, holding Bucky’s phone out.
Bucky takes it back without looking away from his face. “I’m not, usually. Only when there’s something—or someone—worth inspiring my optimism.”
Bucky’s probably gone too far on the side of “hammy,” but Cap’s still interested enough for him to think he didn’t quite blow his chance.
As a matter of fact, he’s a little too interested, really, because this is going to give Bucky ideas—the dangerous kind, the kind that’s gonna break his heart someday, he’s sure.
3. put some mustard on it
Sam notices the heightened restlessness too, he’s sure, but that comes along with Bucky agreeing to go on morning runs with him more often as well as an exponential uptake in random warm smiles, so Sam probably doesn’t say anything in worry of breaking that particular spell.
Every time he thinks about that ring he just breaks out into a grin, and every time Sam asks him to come along he doesn’t want to miss a single second. Smiling, running, being with Sam, looking at his ring from Costco. That’s most of Bucky’s life these days.
And buying and subsequently wasting mustard, of course. He’s been too busy thinking about the ring to stage that intervention.
4. but it feels like there's oceans between you and me
Usually pleasure rolls off Bucky in waves in times like this, the initial slow push almost more satisfying to him than the explosive finish, but now Sam feels a frenzy of emotions, entirely at odds with Bucky’s calm approach to fucking him.
Fear. Relief. Anger. Worry.
Something Sam might call “love” if he didn’t know better.
and, of course,
5. (it's your kiss) hey princess
There’s a noticeable pause between Sam’s steps at that, but Bucky effortlessly leads them back on track. “I appreciate dropping formalities, but I gotta say, ‘Bucky’ does not exactly fit with the handsome noble vibe you’ve got going here.”
Bucky spins them around in a move that is surprisingly easy but leaves Sam a little breathless. “Childhood nickname that stuck. My middle name’s Buchanan, which is somehow even more unfortunate than Bucky, but my younger sister, Becca, had issues with it when she was young. It came out more similar to ‘Bucky,’ and that’s what I’ve been called ever since, at least by the people I’m close to.”
“We’ve met so recently, Buck, one might think it’s a little sad that I’m already included in those ranks, even if I’m not complaining.”
Bucky dips him low and leans into his ear, whispering, “We’re not quite close yet, Prince, but you’ll forgive me for hoping we get there.”
#can't not ever include hey princess in these bc it won me so many wonderful mutuals#thanks for the tags loves <3#ask game#ask meme#writer meme#otp: i’m coming with you#sam wilson#bucky barnes#marvel#livingincolorsagain#writerkenna
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Writers ask;
12, 42, 45
Hi, Kenna! Woo, these are some questions huh?
12. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you? …you just had to come out with the big loaded question didn’t you? 😂😂😂 This is a complication question and I dunno how I’m going to answer without making it a million years long lol
Because this kind of thing depends on 1) where my head is at, at the time and 2) if we are talking before when I was actively writing vs now on this hiatus where I’ve got massive mean brainworms lol
I’m going to spare the long answer here coz it would probably be a very long read with a read more but maybe remind me to make a separate post coz there’s just. So many thoughts
42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? I had to dig into my ao3 history coz I opened some fics the other day but to recommend them to a friend, not necessarily read them. The last one I read was barbarian by maleadjacent.
It’s an on going story and it’s an AU based on a movie I haven’t watched (apparently it’s a horror movie but they removed the horror elements and plot and just kept the partly romcom elements instead), but I’m quite enjoying it so far. I’m curious how for the accidental roommate adventures of Sam and Bucky and them growing closer as friends and more.
45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh? It honestly depends on what I’m trying to do with the story, if it’s supposed to be funny or have a humorous moment then yes I want laughter. If it’s supposed to be angsty or serious, then yes, I want to feel the heartbreak. I wouldn’t try to be cruel like mainstream writers these days where they write stuff and then radically change it coz “you guessed our plot we don’t want that” or “we didn’t like y’all liking this thing or pairing so we are just going to do mean things to said character or ship even though we built it up in the first place”.
[ get to know a fic writer ]
#ask#writerkenna#answers#a-chan talks writing#I’m sparing y’all the length of answer 12 coz that requires it’s own post
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(x-posted to AO3)
Inspired by "This Time Around" by @writerkenna - I’ve been wanting to draw this sweet scene since I first read it. ... It’s just taken me a minute. 🙈 Lots of fun textures and colors to play around with on this one!
"Sam puts on It’s A Wonderful Life after dinner and no one fights him on it. Nearly no one keeps their attention on it for the whole time, either, though; . . . Mila and Bucky have each settled on one of Sam’s sides, dozing shamelessly. . .
"Sam glances away from the screen to catch Sarah’s eyes on him, her smile pushing up into her cheeks. He rolls his eyes but smiles right back, despite himself.
"'Can I take a picture?' Sarah whispers. Sam’s inclined to say yes, but then he feels the weight of Bucky’s stomach heavy against his own and the small stirrings in it, and doubt crawls in.
"He should barely allow himself the baby bump album he has, considering the risk of his current assignments, and he keeps that twice as encrypted than it was for when Bucky was carrying Mila, with layers of password protection and folders upon folders to hide the photos in. Even then, it’s still a variable that Sam waffles the worth of most days.
"'On my phone,' Sam mumbles back, doing the careful work of getting it out of his pocket without upsetting any part of the scene he’s in. He tosses it over to Sarah once he’s gotten the photo vault app he uses open and pulls Bucky and Mila both a little snugger. Sarah just manages a shot or two before the movement rustles Bucky awake..." (Chapter 9)
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Trope game!
thank you for the tag @writerkenna
Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?
-10 -> very dissuaded
0 -> don’t care either way
10 -> very enticed
nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.
Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional
Age Gap: 5
only if its silver fox steve and the age gap is not big
Codependency: 5
I like it only to an extent. If it’s too extreme then it becomes annoying as fuck. Especially if the main ship hurt other people/treat other people like they’re less important than their partner (iykyk)
I also never saw the appeal of a character who commit s*icide because their partner dies. Yall are not Romeo and Juliet calm down.
Enemies to lovers: 6
It’s not my favorite. I would only click if I like both characters equally. Also sometimes this trope can easily turns into a toxic relationship which I dislike.
Enemies With Benefits: 6
what’s the difference between this and enemies to lovers?? arent they the same lol
Fake Dating/Relationship: 7
I've read a couple of sambucky/samsteve fics like this and they're always fun.
Found Family: 10
This is my shit! Cap quartet is my favorite example.
Friends To Lovers: 10
yep another one of my faves! it's why I love samsteve so much.
Friends With Benefits: 5
meh
Hurt/Comfort: 8
I loveeee it so much esp if it gets steamy at the end hehe
Love Triangle: -1
I used to love it when I was younger but now it's poly or else
Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 7
I love it esp if the writer is skilled and there are many twists and turns along the way
Monster Fu… Relationship: 0
I dont understand loool is it like Venom and Eddie? is it one of those abo Werewolves thing? I'm not against it I just don't get it lmaoiksdnfk idk these fics are not my radar thats all
Does vampire count because I do ship loustat and lestat is kind of a monster 😂
Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: -1
Sorry but most of the times, the dialogue makes me cringed!!! So I rather avoid them lmao
Opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc): 10
Duh?? i ship sambucky
Poly: 10
YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES in the mcu i ship samstevebucky, clintbuckynat, stevebuckypeggy, rhodeytonypepper - they're all amazing
Pregnancy: 8
I'm a sap i love domestic things
Second Chance: 8
Oh, this is beautiful esp if it's about Steve Rogers building a new life after he wakes up and making the most of it because he's grateful to have a second chance.
Sex To Feelings: 8 oh yes. always a yes.
Slowburn: 8 I love when a story is so good and you don't want it to end so please make it as slow as you want lol
Soulmates: -1 yeah idk sometimes it works, sometimes it too predictable
tagging! (with 0 pressure): @alivedean @lilacevans @love-buckybarnes @margaretacarter and anyone of my mutuals
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The Way of Things
The Way of Things
https://ift.tt/l6UQieY
by writerkenna
Henry and Alex have been very much enjoying the life they’ve managed to carve out for themselves. They’ve had to compromise and work and change to maintain it, but it’s worth it.
Henry finds himself pregnant, though, and everything they’ve built starts to turn on its head.
Words: 9447, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Minor or Background Relationship(s), June Claremont-Diaz/Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor/Nora Holleran
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Fluff and Angst, Shotgun Wedding, Childbirth, Twitter, Post-Canon, References to Depression, Postpartum Depression, POV Alternating, Sexual Content, Pregnant Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/hGYW7TX
August 23, 2023 at 05:27PM
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Don't mind me, i just like to organize things before i start. here's the list of all the fics y'all recommended so far, thank you so much, that's exactly what i wanted. i'll definitely try to comment on every single one of them!
lost in the in-between (or so it seems) ✅️
The Legend of Winter's Hollow
Until the Last Rose
you know i didn't want to (have to haunt you)
Solicited ✅
oh so saccharine
Rough Surfaces
must’ve been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this) ✅
The Chance of You ✅
and you touch me (and i'm like)
Rìgh-Valk’bhòid
Friends Don't
all that we do (we do for love)
love in a few words
the boy who cried ghost ✅️
come on back to me
bloomed
stay, stay, stay
you're already home and you don't even know it
all these people think love's for show (but i would die for you in secret) ✅️
Routine Maintenance
i just met you (and this is crazy)
come on, guys
sleep well, beast
Perfect Landing
religion (u can lay your hands on me)
the thing is
all those jaguarsp0tted fics :)
Shoulder the Weight
After-Action
Routine Maintenance
old unfamiliar places
I'm On A Boat (Explicit Version)
there's a war inside of me
A Flash of Something Human
A Learning Moment
’Til Death Do Us Part
In The Middle of The Night
What’s the 411?
Last Christmas (I Gave You My Heart) This Year...
Cinnamon-Brown Sugar Coffee Creamer
Romance in Everything
hey princess
you were an army officer, and i just a rockette
Couch Sessions
[podfic] way too well (fic here)
[podfic] Your Very Own Christmas (fic here)
The First Gentleman
Lighthouse
The Looking Glass
Here I Go, Don’t Let Me Go
Fallen from grace (My love keeps writing, again and again)
Deception
Close Quarters
Kings of Everything
Double Back
Civilian
Impossible Man
From that Show
You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me)
We Need a Resolution
Your Secrets are Safe with Me
Giving Him Something He Can Feel
We’ve always been impossible
Not our Time
beggars and choosers
tell me you’re joking
wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)
Start Here
(it's your kiss) hey princess
behind everything that we do
someday; always
Love is Stored in the Dumb Jokes
patterns of recognition
in eyes not yet created
(check writerkenna`s masterlist)
Stolen Moments
A Dangerous Lifestyle
Peace Within Yourself
his hands in my hair
Out of The Fog
Baby Please Come Home
Don't shy from the light
cut and run (right back to me) ✅️
You're my Calling (Cure my Longing) ✅️
Ashes & Dreams
Take Care ✅️
#fic rec list#sambucky fanfic#sambucky#to read#winterfalcon#my sister wanted to read it too#so this is for her as well
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Oki doki my loves!
This is…wow!
I never thought I’d get here (especially with the spam porn bot invasion of Winter 22/23), but 1k!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
I can’t say it hasn’t been challenging, so that is going to be the theme of this celebration- Challenges.
If you are interested in celebrating with me, and you are over 18, then just head on under the cut!
Still here? Excellent!
So- easy bits first.
From now (18th) until 31st of Jan please feel free to send requests for little drabbles- gimme a babe (or several) and a challenge for one/all of them. Sweet, spicy or soft dark! It could be a little challenge. It could be a big challenge. Whatever you want. (See below for some challenge ideas) I write for Marvel characters, CE characters and SS characters.
Also, for the weekend of 28-29th Jan (GMT) I will be answering the usual game asks- FMK, OVA, Would you rather, Cast your Mutuals, and head-canons about the relationships in my various series - please see my masterlist for Marvel and non-Marvel series. You can send asks in advance.
Then the biggy- and this is a challenge for you lovely lot. A writing challenge. A Challenge Yourself challenge. What do I mean?
Is there a character you’ve never got around to writing?
A pairing?
A trope?
A style?
An Au?
A follow-up to that one shot you really enjoyed writing?
Now is the time! Challenge yourself! Stretch your comfort zone!
No word count limit, but please use a cut if over 250 words. All styles are fine (e.g. Fluff, Smut, Dark etc), but please use appropriate tags (and please, no Underage, Incest, Scat or Bestiality - monster fucking is fine).
The time limit for the challenge is the end of June 2023 and I’m asking you to use the Tags #Challenge Yourself and #Jen’s 1k Challenge so I can find all your lovely entries and make a master list. I’d prefer if you stick to Marvel/CE/SS characters, but that’s not a hard and fast rule if inspiration strikes.
You don’t have to be a moot to join in, but I’d love if you were a follower and that if you do send an ask for a drabble or game you interact with my response.
Have fun, and keep scrolling for some further inspo!
Trope ideas
Only one bed
Enemies to lovers
The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one
And they were roommates
Sex pollen/Fuck or die
Identity porn
Miscommunication
Mutual pining/idiots in love
Didn’t know they were dating
Stuck in a cabin
Basement wife
Forbidden relationship
Sugar relationship
Undercover/pretend relationship
Style ideas
Fluff
Angst
Whump
Hurt/Comfort
Smut
Soft Dark
Dark
And combos of any of the above
AU ideas
No powers
Mafia
Medieval
Modern Royalty
Omegaverse
Fantasy
Vampire
Demon
Werewolf/Shifter
Apocalypse
Canon divergent (e.g. Avengers Tower fics or Hydra won fics)
Rockstar
College/Uni
Soulmate
Greek/Roman
Firefighter
Medical/Veterinary
Police
Cam/Sex worker
Coffee shop
Bakery
Florist
Tattoo parlour
School teacher
Biker
Challenge ideas for Drabble asks
Keep a secret
Be quiet!
How long can you take it?
How many can you take?
Switching
Build furniture
Meet a deadline
Babysit
Learn a new skill/language
Find the McGuffin!
Supermarket dash
Karaoke battle
Baking battle
New job
Fix the problem
Love you all so much! Let’s have some fun!
No pressure tags: @jobean12-blog @christywantspizza @navybrat817 @sidepartskinnyjeans @jadedvibes @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @mickeyhenrys @weekendgothgirl @yarnforbrains @strangeprincex @writerkenna @elvenfforestydd @doasyoudesireandlive @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @flordeamatista @goldylions @ohsymphony @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @chrisdrysdale @sunshinebuckybarnes @lunarbuck @aquariusbarnes @beach-daydreaming
#Jen’s 1k Challenge#Challenge Yourself#jen’s follower celebration#1k followers#writing challenge#inbox games#Drabble requests
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My fav has gotta be must have been a deadly kiss (only love can hurt like this)
It just hurts sooooo good and the build to that tragic end makes everything hurt more 😭 you really know how to toy with my emotions!
To this day I think still this is the best thing I’ve written, or at least up there. I just enjoyed writing it so much and it always makes me happy to see that other people also enjoyed it.
tell me your favorite story of mine
#me? toying with your emotions?#yes. sorry#will probably happen again#thank you!!!!! <3333#sambucky#ask game#writerkenna
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Author Tag
Thank you so much @sambambucky ! This is super fun!
How many works do you have on A03?
35
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
565,240
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Anything MCU, Community, and really whatever strikes my fancy
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Not Our Time
The Way of Things
we’ve always been impossible
This Time Around
Stumble and Fall Your Way to Each Other (I hate this stupid title but the fic is still good)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I almost always do! I love interacting with people reading my stuff and try to reply pretty promptly.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
As much as I love angst, I always need a happy ending. I guess I’d say Project Genesis: Attempt Four (FAILED) bc that does end pretty sad but at least I know WBF comes after it.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I’d say why, why (did I ever let you go) bc every couple ends up together and they throw a big party, but that is just a part of mamma mia so don’t blame me!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
For writing mostly mpreg, I get surprisingly little hate for it! I guess I found a good community.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do, but usually not smut on its own/pwp. I mostly just slip it in to bigger stories as a nice little treat.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
If you count movie AU rewrites then yes!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Luckily no
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I’d love to!!
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
Sambucky baby!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I hope to finish all my fics, but, I admit, I’m worried about returning to my marvel mia 2 au. That one might have to wait a while, at the very least 😬
In terms of WIPs I never published, I reaaaaaaallly want to get back to working on my Bucky is a witch/Strange Powers fic.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think my dialogue and internal monologues are pretty good.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I’m not very good at setting or world building, and also I’m terrible at sticking to a writing/posting schedule.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I’ve done this a few times. I use deepl and my own personal knowledge with the language, and then also have someone check it for me. Thank you @iamgalicia for being my Spanish checker!!!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
When I was 12/13 I wrote for The Sisters Grimm book series and Glee lol
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Ooooo tough one! I love them all for many diff reasons but I think my best written is Parts of a Whole
Tagging @livingincolorsagain !!
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you know I gotta ask, what was your one scene for (it's your kiss) hey princess?
oh there were MULTIPLE
the whole fic was inspired bc of the “i loathe you!” “i loathed you first!” water fountain exchange between chris pine and anne hathaway. i was like oh this is big sambucky “i hate you” vibes with the “you annoy me but i actually am pretty into you” thing
that scene didn’t end up getting written that way tho bc by that point they were already past the point of no return agdjshaj, but that was the starting blossom of the fic
i also really wanted to write sam and bucky hiding away in the storage closet and getting caught (but with more sex than in the original movie) and that one did happen! so that was also pretty high up on my list, along with the *shows you how to shoot a bow but in VERY close quarters* (w a twist, ofc, bc there’s no way sam’s that incompetent with a bow) and also i’d known kind of from the beginning i wanted peggy as the queen clarisse figure and nat as joe so i was excited for a peggynat pining dance as well!!
but yeah the main one was the “i loathe you!” “i loathed you first!” which didn’t even really get written into the story that way (even if parts of that scene are still there) agjshxjaka
#the ‘i loathe you’ ‘i loathed you first!’ *makes out and then falls into a fountain* scene really did a number on my psyche as a kid#anyways anyone wanna become annoyances to lovers w me#thanks for the ask!#princess diaries au#writerkenna#ask game#ask#otp: i’m coming with you#marvel
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This is the Tumblr hug 💝💝💝💝💝 Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someone's day! (Or not, if you prefer!)
🥺🥺🥺 Thank you, Kenna!!! I hope your day has brightened too! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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last line challenge
tagged by @firstelevens <3<3 tyty
rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
“What are you doing with them?” Misty asks, not having to look at the table where Nat and Bucky are staged for Sam to know exactly who she means. "With him?”
i am (un)fortunately still writing the gta au... blame this on the anon that pointed out the misty x sam scene, okay. i forgot about her until i re-remembered that ask the other day.
lol @ 'tagging the number of words'; hi & no pressure to: @questinwitchface, @crepuscularqueens, @writerkenna & @livingincolorsagain
#this is that same goddam gala chapter lmao#boyyyyyyyyyy when we get there im throwing a party#that whole fic is just a guise for that gala#and for me to shove scott into everyones face and heart (:#the sb gta au#one day i'll start something new... i could not even do the WIP game you tagged me in zainab#because every single doc i could list had already been talked about and remains unfinished :')#jo do be writing or whatever
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Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile 💕🩷💖
My darling Kenna thank you so much!!! The feelings are mutual 😘
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