#in all seriousness not that many people have complained it’s just annoying that it’s happened a couple of times

[peachcitt]

you know, if you see a fic that includes “white french man hit list” in the title knowing that one of the main characters is french and white and are not expecting something that’s going to address, you know, white french men, then i think maybe you shouldn’t read it. or maybe read with critical thinking skills. thanks & peace and love on planet earth<3

#peach stuff #chat’s hit list #sorry im reverse racism-ing white french men i am so sorry could you please ever forgive me please please please it’s all i want please #in all seriousness not that many people have complained it’s just annoying that it’s happened a couple of times #because it’s like. i know you read that line and didn’t read the rest of the fic or just weren’t paying attention #and you know what? it’s not my job to teach you about how racism actually works in a silly little fic about a dad telling the story of his #journey out of self destruction and towards love to his kids. if you don’t get it please don’t comment. #and for those that get it we’re kissing on the mouth right now on top of our hit list<3

[livvyofthelake]

to put an end to the apparent jeronica discourse. i literally just think it’s boring to call every straight ship you don’t like “mutual bearding” like just say you don’t like it you don’t have to recontextualize everything in ways that barely make sense just for a relationship you aren’t even thinking about… like i really can’t stress to you enough how little jeronica is “mutual bearding”. that’s cheryl and archie…. jeronica is doing something so much more insane and ridiculous and you literally don’t have to give a shit about it either way is the thing

#i literally don’t give a shit what riverdale ships you like or don’t like i just seriously need you all to stop being fucking annoying sorry #like none of this is that deep and i genuinely don’t even spending my time thinking about it but like. there are ways to not be annoying on #the internet and many people do not know them…. #straight jeronica fans are ALSO annoying. the only reason i’m not complaining about them is because i don’t see them and they don’t see me #i DO however have to see a dozen people every day call these two’s romantic relationship ‘bearding’. so. you can see how this happened #beth.txt

[suiana]

give me the camboy NOW

no

✎ yandere! camboy . . .

✎ yandere! camboy who's secretly your creepy coworker that just wants to love you. you don't know that of course! which is why... you spend all your money on him, or rather, his alter ego.

✎ yandere! camboy who's a famous streamer on the site he does his streams on. so many viewers, yet he only has eyes for one particular viewer. you.

✎ yandere! camboy who instantly knows that it's you. i mean, who else will have such an embarrassing username? like, ilovemanboobs? seriously? but it's whatever. it just means that he has another weakness of yours up his sleeve that he can use to his advantage.

✎ yandere! camboy who will take his time in easing you into loving him. he doesn't worry about you not loving him. after all, you already love one side of him. he's sure that as long as he plays his cards rught, you'll fall for all of him in no time. and he'll make it happen.

"yeah my day was pretty boring. didn't really do much."

the camboy complains, yawning as he unbuttons his shirt. yeah, today really was boring. it was just a boring day at work, nothing interesting and he didn't even get to see you! the light of his life!

oh whatever, at least he knows that you'll join his stream. you're a little simp for his online persona after all.

that's right, he had an online persona and you were down astronomically bad for it. you even spent thousands of dollars on him! and you were practically going broke because of it!

but oh, how it strokes his ego, knowing that you appreciate at least one part of him, even if you were unaware that it was him, your creepy coworker.

"oh, my ideal type?"

he asks, reading the chat as his toned abs and voluptuous man tits were out on display for all to see. really, he only wishes that you could see his body, but if he were to offer in real life you'd never agree.

the famous streamer hums, thinking for a second before answering in a soft tone.

"i like people that spend money on me."

yep, that was a safe bet. he couldn't risk exposing himself after all. and... it'll be sure to get your attention.

ah, there it comes.

your donations.

*ding! ding! ding!*

the influx of donations from a particular user (you) cause his laptop to chime endlessly. if it were anyone but you, he'd be annoyed. but this was you.

so he graciously accepts every donation, reading every message you send him as he slowly traces the hem of his boxer shorts. hm, maybe he should give you a gift? you're such a cute little simp after all...

"yeah, i guess you are my ideal type, userILOVEMANBOOBS~"

he answers with a chuckle, making eye contact with the camera through his mask. god you were so adorable. if only you knew the guy you were going crazy over was the coworker which you absolutely despised in real life.

"yes yes... I'll give you a little show, my dear. you spent so much money on me after all! it's only gentlemanly for me to do so."

he muses, stripping his boxers down as the chat goes wild. but his attention wasn't focused on them. no, not at all. for you were the only one he saw. you were the only one in his eyes.

and he just wishes you loved him back in real life as well.

but oh well. there's always been enough time for the both of you. enough time to teach you how to love him. enough time for you to accept him in his entirety.

there's always been enough time to get you to love him back.

and it will happen. there's nothing you can do to stop it.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere camboy #yandere camboy x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[heaven4lostgirls]

Hi, hello, hope you're doing great :)

I just wanted to ask if its okay to request a fluffy Barty Crouch Jr x reader? Something in their hogwarts years, maybe something with the two practising for quidditch together even though they're in different houses (or something of the sort)

If you don't end up doing this that's completely fine, he just needs more fics if u ask me

nobody knows me like you

barty crouch jr x hufflepuff!reader

warnings: fluff!! fluff!!! so much fluff, barty is so soft

a/n: i loved this ask!! sorry it took so long to get out x

The wind was loud and harsh the higher that you flew, your quidditch robes did little to nothing for warmth however it seemed that it didn’t even seem to faze Barty as he laughed manically at your shivering almost pale form. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy quidditch it was more the harsh winter conditions that didn’t agree with your body however your boyfriend seemed to have no problem with it.

“I told you we should have just snuck into the kitchens, its literally right next to Hufflepuff’s common room” you complained through chattering teeth however all Barty did was grin at you slyly. “Then how would I beat your ass at quidditch?” he winked, and you had the urge to push him off of his broom, but you knew that idiot would probably find it funny. He truly was your greatest annoyance however for some reason you two worked together, how that happened you and everyone in Hogwarts were left confused.

It truly started after a potions class were you two were paired up, Barty and his usual dumbass ideas lead to something going wrong and both of you in the hospital wing for the next week. At first you were rightly annoyed at him for messing up your mark however after a heartfelt apology and midnight whispered chats in each other’s beds you soon found out that Barty was actually an alright person, he was funny, a little psychotic but very sweet when he wanted to be. Honestly the both of you just clicked the moment you both started getting to know one another.

“C’mon we only have a couple of minutes before we have to get ready for dinner” he whined as you slowly flew around the pitch, you rolled your eyes but conceded. You played for Hufflepuff as one of the best seekers Hogwarts had seen while Barty was truly a ruthless beater, he had only gotten into quidditch because of Regulus who was Slytherin’s seeker. You both flew around and spent some time throwing some bludgers to Barty to help him practice his swing. He looked really good sweaty and panting but you knew bringing that up would only inflate his ego, which truly was already big enough as is.

“Let’s head back, my arm is starting to hurt from catching your bloody wild bludgers Crouch” you say while rotating your arm. “Those wild bloody bludgers are going to take your teammates out next match love” he smirks as he flies closer to you before snatching your am closer to take a look if you’ve been bruised or hurt in any way. “Not with your shit aim” his smile drops before he yanks you onto his broom. You squeal before you meet his pout with a cold glare. “Bastard, I could’ve fallen” you grumble, and you see his lips twitch before his pout becomes bigger.

“Tell me I have good aim or I’m not letting you shower before dinner” his puppy dog eyes have come into play at this point. You smirk amused “if you do that you realise neither of us are going to shower right?”. He nods seriously and you have to hold yourself back from letting out a sign. You are an idiot is practically what your smile says. I know his grin answers back. “Your aim is not that shit” you say begrudgingly. His smile is almost blinding, not many people see this side to your boyfriend, the most they get really is a few laughs and smiles around Cas, Ev, Reg and Pan but otherwise he’s mostly known as a stone cold Slytherin whose father is the Minister of Magic.

“I’m going to ignore that you didn’t say what I asked you to say in favour of kissing you” he declares before pressing his lips against yours. You’re not shocked because this is generally typically how most of your physical affection happens, it used to bother you before when he didn’t ask but after a quick talk with him you often found yourself finding it surprisingly sweet. You smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck before you remember you’re literally a couple hundred feet above ground and you pull away.

“Get me down right now before I hex you” he smirks “...Bartemius” it drops. You cackle playfully as he carries you both to the pitch with an annoyed huff. Once you reach the ground you try to run off to the Hufflepuff common room in order to hopefully shower before heading to the great hall, but Barty has other plans as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Shower together?” he muses as if he’s in thought. You’re about to tell him no because you both know you won’t get anything done and before you can he nods and picks you up. “I think so”.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch junior #barty jr #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #fluff #hurt/comfort #barty crouch jr fluff

[prettyrealm]

itzy yuna as a bestfriend

overall:

first of all, yuna wants her bestfriend to be super pretty and attractive, she does her very best to provide emotional support to others so she wants someone who can handle her trauma dumping and provide heavy emotional support in return, she tends to hold herself accountable in her friendships and takes them very seriously, she won’t neglect you, she’s not the type to leave you on read for long periods of time and she’ll make sure you two don’t spend too much time apart even if she’s extremely busy. she wants to be there through everything and hold onto you through ups and downs, she wants the friendship to feel meant to be, but at the same time, she’s very guarded and holds herself back as she’s been betrayed by a friend before and fears it happening again. she’s the type to continue listening to your troubles, even if they’re “annoying.” Like, if you keep going back to your shitty ex knowing you shouldn’t, but still keep needing to vent, she will listen to you genuinely. she’d pretty much be happy to help you through any emotional mess. she also has a problem with lying to keep her friends happy though, like she won’t tell you to straight up dump your trashy ex if she thinks it’s hopeless anyway.

strengths:

she will be the #1 most comforting person to talk to. “everything is gonna be okay” and many compliments. she’s very good at saying what you want to hear. she won’t say anything to hurt you. she’s the type to not give advice at all actually and will let you do what you want and support you through your good and bad decisions. she won’t push her opinions onto you. she’s a big spender. let’s say there’s a super expensive and fancy restaurant that she wants to go to, if she knows you can’t afford it, she’ll pay because she wants to share that experience with you. she may even have sort of a motherly vibe, she wants to take care of her friends for a long time. she wants to be in almost constant communication and won’t ever make you feel unheard. if she’s on tour or working a lot she’ll be sure to text you whenever she can. extremely willing to do things she doesn’t like as long as her friend does, “if you like it, I love it.” If you’re yuna’s bestfriend you will genuinely feel loved by her.

weaknesses:

she’s not much of a girl’s girl - at all, she’ll listen to your problems, but she’s secretly judging you hard and may even vent to other friends about you even if she isn’t telling you directly what she thinks, romance >> friendship - as much as she’s there for her friends, her love life will always come first, she definitely makes herself come across a lot nicer than she actually is to your face, she tends to build up resentment and won’t ever communicate - she gossips instead, (considering her love life comes first, if she’s dating, she would 100% be complaining about her besties to her partner), she’s a very big liar, she really wont ever tell you what she’s really thinking. she’s shallow - she wants her friends to be young and pretty like her, she’s okay with earning more money than you, but you have to be on the same level of her socially and appearance wise.

what type of friendship does yuna want?

she wants a bestfriend that has the same beliefs as her (if she’s religious, she could prefer friends to be of the same religion), she likes being the one people feel they need to go to, she wants to be able to ask anything of you and for you to just do it. like, if she says “hey, l need you to make a fake account and stalk my ex on instagram” or if she needs you to lie to someone for her she needs to know she will be able to ask you to do that, she needs a lot of reassurance that you’ll stay by her side and not leave or betray her, compliments and saying nice things to each other is super important to her. I think to her, friendship is more about feeling emotionally happy in the moment, so her actual opinion of you and your actions doesn’t matter, therefore honesty and being up front isn’t that important. it’s about making each other feel good when you’re together, and feeling supported when you communicate and need each other. to yuna, that takes precedence over everything else.

#first ever as a bestfriend reading 🥳🥳 #tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #piano tarot #tarotblr #itzy yuna #yuna #as a bestfriend

[the-crimson]

I have so many thoughts on the vote today because there are so many layers. All talk about the characters not the creators obviously :D

First off, I’m wanna say that Forever is literally doing his best XD he is trying to give the islanders say in the mods/rules etc and wanted this to be a silly test run just to wet everyone’s feet with the concept. There is no way he could have prepared or predicted how it would turn out.

Now, from Bad’s pov, it is very important that he started criticizing the way the vote was set up before people started voting. The only reason he got so angry is because no one was taking him seriously and so many people chose to punish him specifically for something harmless ie stealing furniture instead of removing an item that is a danger to the eggs and is 10x more destructive towards peoples builds. Yea replacing furniture is annoying but not nearly as annoying as having to replace roads constantly or rebuilding parts of ur base. The school was literally just destroyed due to mines and yet everyone is complaining about their furniture.

Then, on top of all these people - who Bad has given items to without question and dropped everything for to help in the past - dog piling on him, Roier gets to vote three times. This is what pushed Bad over the edge because at that point, this wasn’t a democracy anymore. Roier was literally rigging the votes in his favor.

The reason Forever’s current system is flawed is because you give the voters 5 options to give them the illusion of choice but if all the options are bad and they can’t choose to vote for these things to not happen, then they don’t actually have a choice. They are being complicit in their own oppression. Bad’s example was extreme but it gets the point across.

Does Bad blow up Cellbit’s base or Forever’s base? He’s giving you a choice so it’s democratic. It’s an extreme example but this is a method of slowly poisoning the people so they are complicit. If you give them four options that are obviously bad so everyone votes for the fifth then that wasn’t democracy. That was the illusion of choice.

That is a terrible system! I trust forever not to abuse it but Forever is a puppet for the federation! Do you know how easily they could manipulate this voting system? Very. Very easily.

So, going into Bad and Forever’s conversation, Bad was already flabbergasted at how bad this voting system was in addition to blatant voter fraud and the pain of a bunch of his friends betraying him. Bad is a powder keg ready to explode.

Forever comes over and they try to talk it out at first but it quickly becomes evident that neither of them are listening. Forever thinks Bad is upset because of the furniture thing and that’s why he’s against the voting system but that’s not the case! These two have completely different methods of approaching a council/democratic system and neither is willing to listen. Once Forever brought up meta reasons for shooting down Bad’s ideas, the conversation was effectively over.

And what I think people forget is that Bad has been an anarchist since day one. The only reason he ran for President was so he could dismantle the office aka so there wouldn’t be a President. He is willing to work with forever to try and make it work but Bad is constantly fighting his desire to dismantle it entirely - and that has nothing to do with Forever.

I see a lot of people taking it personally and acting like Bad has a grudge against Forever but that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want a president. The fact Bad hasn’t demolished the fed presidential office is a testament to his and Forever’s relationship. Bad knows and is trusting Forever that he is doing his genuine best for the people… the problem is is that Forever is a federation puppet whether he likes it or not.

The QSMP made the no stealing furniture law an actual law against Forever’s wishes and behind his back. My guess is they wanted to drive a wedge between Forever and Bad, a known anarchist and #1 federation hater. That’s why they made it law even though Forever thinks it’s still a joke.

Bad was the only one taking this vote seriously and actually thinking about the consequences because - on one hand - he was literally the only person who would be directly negatively impacted by this vote - and on the other hand - he wants what is best for the island as well and he immediately saw how this voting system could very easily be turned into a method of oppression by the federation. Unfortunately, no one else approached it with the same level of seriousness and when Forever talked with Bad, Forever was primed to assume Bad’s grievances were because he was being punished. They were set up to fail and the feds took advantage of that by making the law a Law.

Tomorrow(or whenever they meet next), after they both have time to cool off and gather their thoughts, they might be able to talk it out. This is communication smp after all. But there is no right answer here. This is politics and in politics, you will never make everyone happy.

People in the fandom are always gonna hate but if both Forever and Bad decide to go on opposed villain arcs, I will be sitting on the side lines munching popcorn and having a blast. They both deserve to go ape shit and I, for one, am looking forwards to the drama ;D

Just stay off Twitter maybe cuz everyone over there is insane…

#qsmp #crimson speaks #I want them both to get worse #I want forever to go corrupt and bad to go full revoltution #just don’t go on twitter #block people who are idiots #when it comes to voting on things and politics #many things in the us are like this #u get a number of bad choices and u gotta choose the lesser evil #it’s fucked up #at least #it’s mainly like that for picking political offices #most of the laws we get to vote on are yes/no individually #which is what bad wants #and is so much better and more accurate to what the people actually want #then giving them five options to choose one from #idk #politics are complicated #and I’m tired

[tv3headz]

Long af rant about Velvette's old design and character as I share my art of her :D

Pilot Velvette/ Og Velvette gives extreme babydoll harley quinn vibes, which is a stark contrast from how she ended up being in the show. I like to imagine that something extreme happened to her, like a horrible breakup or betrayal, and she went all crazy. This is the version of her we see in the pilot. The Voxtagram stories seemed to lean into this, depicting her as more immature, bratty, and murderous. She also depended more on Vox and Val like she saw them more as father figures than co-workers. (Just a thought.) However, as she adapted more to the landscape of hell she became the Velvette in the show; A fashion icon girlboss who is much more independent and while not serious, much more mature than her pilot counterpart, and even the other Vees. They ditched her psycho vibe to replace it with something that made more sense to her character.

Something that I personally wonder is: Why was Velvette like this in the beginning if she was meant to focus on fashion? A puffy Lolita dress goes against the Vees whole idea of being up to date, so what was the original vision for her? People have complained about Velvette already having too much going on for her, being both the overlord of fashion, master of social media, backbone of the vees, selling a love potion, etc. If those ideas were already there, did they just think a crazy serial killer girl would be even more extra clutter to her personality? 

A concept many fans I've talked with is if the Vees personalities in the pilot stayed. Val would be pretty much the same, but the other two were almost different characters. In the Voxtagram stories, Vox let Val beat him around, had a goofy pet, and seemed to care less about his public image to remain more villainous. Velvette I already discussed was extremely different, the only thing connecting her to our Velvette is her connection with the Vees and fashion.  In this universe, would Velvette see Vox and Val as toxic dads who kept breaking up and getting back together again, instead of seeing them as equals and KEEPING THEM TOGETHER? it's a wild shift. 

Essentially, Pilot Velvette acted more like a bratty little girl, while her show version acts more like a annoyed but controlling teen. We see her pilot look as her profile picture, so this 'phase' of hers is still canon. I know she already died as an adult, which is why I'm so curious as to why she originally acted this way. Did Viv think she would be a better contrast to Vox and Val like this? To be fair, a spoiled brat AND annoyed girlboss are both contrasts of their personalities, just two different approaches. Was their originally going to be a backstory for her as to why she was this way? or was she just crazy to BE manipulative? or you know, just liked murder while looking cute like Niffty. speaking of Niffty…

I think Niffty is the most likely reason why they changed Velvette's design and personality. we already have a little crazy girl who admires 2 men she sees as older figures and enjoys murder for mysterious reasons. It mightv'e seemed a little counter-intuitive if there was 2 versions of the same character stereotype. Another reason they could've changed her is that she stands out more. If we're supposed to take Velvette as an overlord seriously, how are we supposed to do that when she leans back on the other two guys and looks like she's from a horror movie? Sure, I'm positive pilot Velvette could've been intimidating at times when she got legitimately frightening. however, this didn't seem like her vibe 95% of the time. It might've made her blend more into the background of the Vees than she practically already does. (Which is just a problem for female Vivzie characters but that's a whole separate rant.)

A headcanon of mine is that this was just her psycho little girl brat phase, and she is hella embarrassed over it. like a teen being embarrassed over their phases of when they were a kid. and Vox and Val would constantly piss her off by reminding her of it. That could lead to some fun banter in the future I would love to see as a reference to the pilot. 

Anyways, sorry for the literal Essay I wrote here again, just a ton of over-analyzing which I'm best at. Personally, I do vibe with Velvette's new design and character for the show, I just cant help but think of why she used to be so different and arguably had the BIGGEST character shift from pilot to show In Hazbin Hotel.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rant #hazbin hotel character analysis #velvette hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin #rants n rambles #pilot velvette #character analysis #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel pilot #ok but seriously why was she changed the most?? #Deep deep deep dive lol #fanart #my art #art #hazbin fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #this is long I know #Character thoughts #character theory #hazbin hotel characters #hazbin hotel theory #Heyyy sorry I’m not super active but I will rant for way too long when I want

[feeder86]

Dominate

Levi loved sex. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it and he didn’t really care that the people sharing the corridor of his dorm all prudishly looked down on the fact that he had so many guys staying over. He was eighteen, handsome, and in college for the first time. There were sexy guys all over the place. Of course he was going to indulge himself!

But whilst he could shrug off most of the disapproval, the thing that did annoy him was the fact that the guy living right opposite him was pretty much exactly the same. Julian seemed to bring a different girl back almost every time he went for a night out; sometimes more than one. However, no one seemed to mind about that. The girls all loved him for his toned body and good looks; whilst the guys admired Julian for his confidence with the ladies and generally fun personality. Julian seemed to get on better with people in a way that Levi didn’t. Maybe that was why they accepted his promiscuous lifestyle more than they did Levi’s. Was that where he was going wrong?

Two months into college, Levi decided to forgo a night hunting for his next conquest and graciously accepted an invite from the people in his corridor to meet up for a social evening in the shared kitchen. He knew it would be lame, so it didn’t come as too much of a surprise when he was trying to stifle a yawn after only twenty minutes. Still, he plastered a smile on his face and made the small talk that was expected of him. Eleven o’clock came and people started to drift away to bed. Within another hour, everyone had gone, leaving only Levi and Julian left behind. The pair looked at each other, seeming to think exactly the same thing.

“What a lame party!” Levi said aloud, looking at his watch and seeing that it had only just turned midnight.

Julian laughed and nodded, clearly in complete agreement. He opened another bottle of beer and seemed quite prepared to stick around and keep the night alive for just a little longer. 

“At least Sally won’t be complaining about you tomorrow morning,” Julian joked. “She says she has to sleep with ear-plugs in when you bring guys home. These paper-thin walls aren’t great for privacy!”

Levi smirked at that. Sally wouldn’t know fun if it bit her on the ass. “I can’t help it if I’m good in bed,” he joked back, suddenly feeling as if he wanted to be a little flirtatious. That was probably the beer.

“Well, you’re doing something right, I’ll give you that!” Julian laughed, nodding in agreement. “Even I’ve heard you a couple of times!” He looked impressed, then added, “Well, maybe not YOU. But I’ve heard the guys you’ve been with. They sound like they’re having a pretty decent time with you in there.”

Levi nodded proudly, deciding that Julian was tipsy enough not to be offended if he flirted with him a little. “You’re welcome to find out for yourself,” he teased. “Although I’m not so sure that you could handle me.”

Julian seemed to delight in being flirted with. It was a weekend and they had both given up a night out in town for this lame party. Maybe Julian felt just as sex-starved as Levi did? “Oh, yeah?” he grinned. “What makes you think that?”

“Because I like to be the dominant one,” Levi stated frankly. “I’ll admit that I’m pretty good at making guys submit to me.”

Julian reacted by losing eye-contact with him. He closed his legs, as if he was suddenly turned on by the idea but unwilling to admit it. “I figured as much,” he nodded. “You definitely have that slight edge to your personality…”

“I have even more of an edge in the bedroom,” Levi pressed on, making an undeniable advance on the guy. “Seriously,” he smirked, “Come see for yourself.”

Julian looked around, as if he was suddenly unsure that they were truly alone, Then he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “So, what? Do you have handcuffs and stuff?” he asked with undeniable interest.

Levi chuckled. “Handcuffs, ropes, cable ties… you name it,” he flirted, suddenly realising that this might actually happen. “Are you telling me you have a submissive streak?” he asked excitedly.

Julian seemed to consider before he answered. “I might have fantasised about it a few times,” he nodded. “I’m a lot kinkier than most people realise.”

Smiling, Levi let his hand travel down to Julian’s knee. “I really don’t think you understand the meaning of the word ‘kinky’ until you’ve spent a night with me.” His cock was hard with anticipation of spending some sexy time with such a handsome guy.

Considering things, Julian seemed to weigh up his options in his head. “Your room, or mine?” he asked at last.

Levi pulled out his rolling desk chair into the middle of the room. “Sit,” he ordered and smirked as Julian did exactly as he was told. Of all the guys he had had in here, he’d never expected to have the handsome jock from across the hall. “Get your shirt off,” he barked next. Again, Julian did as he was told, revealing his awesomely toned and athletic chest. Levi had never been with someone this in-shape before, but he wasn’t about to tell Julian that; this session was all about his dominance over him. He instructed him on where to place his hands and then watched as a tent formed in Julian’s pants, just as the handcuffs came out. But Levi didn’t set to that straight away; that wasn’t his style. Instead, he made Julian wait, watching as he rattled his handcuffs and realised how restricted he was. Then, at long last, he unbuckled Julian’s pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear, leaving the young stud completely naked.

Julian’s cock was just as pretty as the rest of his body. Long and perfectly shaped, it almost made Levi jealous to behold. No wonder all the girls loved this guy! He bent down, taking some rope and tying Julian’s ankles to the chair, just above the wheels.  As he did so, he could see the guy’s hardness weeping with excitement. He hadn’t been lying, he really did have a submissive streak to him. But again, Julian was in no rush. He teased the handsome boy by kissing him and then pretending to go down on him, before aborting and chuckling with laughter at his torturous ways. He smirked, seeing Julian getting more and more aroused by this. He could smell the lust coming from the guy, as he ached to be touched.

At long last, Levi put a little lubrication on his hand and started to handle Julian down below. Gasps and moans escaped from the guy’s lips each time, followed by frustrated sighs whenever he deliberately stopped. But this was Levi’s method. If anyone wanted to know how he got his conquests to moan with such deep delight after he’d finished with them – this was it.

Levi took Julian to the edge a couple of times; expertly pulling back at the very last second. “You say you’re a kinky guy?” Levi questioned, sitting down on the edge of his bed and pulling the strapped in guy towards him; as if to interrogate him. “I want to know everything. Every last dirty, kinky little thought in that brain of yours.”

“I want to be dominated,” Julian whispered, out of sheer exhaustion. It had been over an hour since he had been first strapped into this chair.

Levi laughed. “I can already see that!” he exclaimed mockingly. He reached in and grabbed Julian’s hardness again, massaging it to relax the guy and loosen his lips. “Tell me about how you fantasise about being dominated?” he insisted soothingly.

The sexy guy’s eyes rolled up into his head from the touch. “I want to be owned…” he confessed. “I want someone to take complete control.”

“Don’t stop there…” Levi whispered back. “Tell me everything…”

Julian was relaxed and more aroused that he had probably been in his whole life; wound up like the tightest of coils. Making him say out loud his weirdest, dirtiest and kinkiest fantasies was bound to ensure that he came like never before.

“I want someone to treat me like a pig,” Julian admitted, his cock pulsing dangerously as the words slipped beyond his lips. 

Levi eased off. Now he was getting somewhere. “A disgusting little piggy, huh?” he asked interestedly. “How perfect!” he smiled. “I think you’d make the perfect little pig for me!”

Julian moaned and listened carefully, having his secret and closely guarded kink indulged for the first time. “I want someone to turn me into one!” he stated more confidently. “I want them to take control and make me look like nothing more than a fat, greedy pig!”

Julian grinned from ear to ear. Of all the kinks he had heard guys confess to him, this had to be the weirdest, as well as the most perfect. What could be more submissive than this?

“Pigs have big, fat bellies on them, you know?” he teased, just massaging the very tip of Julian’s hardness in an almost unbearable way. “Does that mean I’d get to destroy your abs?” he whispered.

Julian moaned louder than ever. “Bury them in blubber!” he pleaded, sounding as if he could come in a microsecond with the right push.

Levi looked around his room, spotting a box of cookies his mom had sent him. He stood up and collected them. “Look what I’ve got!” he teased, shaking the box. “The perfect pig food!” he chuckled, ripping open the box as the helpless, horny young guy watched on. “Open up!” he insisted, popping the first into Julian’s mouth. “These will turn you straight into my fat, little piggy!”

Julian chewed, but even as Levi kept his hands away from the guy’s crotch, he could see it pumping as if it was about to give way. 

“You're mine, Julian!” Levi stated forcefully, taking hold of the guy and stimulating him with the utmost ferocity. “My fat-bellied pig!”

Even with a full mouth, Julian moaned louder than any other guy Levi had brought back here. His long dick squirted endlessly, with high jets landing all over his torso and even on his face and hair.

Grinning, Levi looked at the mess he had made of the hot jock from across the hall. The guy was completely spent, exposed and vulnerable. The sight was absolutely thrilling. But there was one thing Levi knew for certain; Julian would be back for more of this. There was no going back.

After being released and sent back to his room, Julian’s shy gratitude made Levi chuckle to himself. He thought about it all the next morning, still grinning as he went into the shared kitchen.

“There he is!” grumbled one of the girls. “Did you really have to make so much noise at two in the morning? No one wants to be woken up to the sound of one of your one-night-stands coming!”

Levi felt a little ambushed, with them all looking at him, annoyed. In the background, Julian quietly buttered his toast, not saying a word and clearly not wanting to be implicated.

“Yeah, he was a bit of a squealer, wasn’t he?” Levi laughed, completely unrepentant to the grumpy faces that surrounded him.

“It’s not on!” another argued at him. “We all have to live here, you know!”

Levi simply raised his eyebrows and carried on with what he was doing. He wasn’t about to apologise; especially when the person who had actually woken them all up was stood right there, saying nothing at all. But as he got his milk and cereal, Levi noticed that Julian was deliberately avoiding eye contact with him. Was he embarrassed? He’d never been with a guy before last night and probably didn’t want to advertise that fact.

Over the coming days, Levi waited for Julian to come to him to discuss what had happened. But, instead, the handsome jock seemed determined to ignore him entirely. Maybe if Levi was a better person, he could have left things there and allowed Julian to forget the whole thing. But with the guy playing hard to get, it seemed to make Levi all the more excited. It was the thrill of the chase. He was the predator and there was Julian as his juicy little piggy, just waiting to be taken.

By the end of the following week, Julian had seemingly bounced back. He’d been out on the Thursday night and returned home with a new girl. He spoke about her loudly in the kitchen area, as if he wanted Levi to know that he was over whatever had happened the weekend before. That was when Levi realised that he was going to have to get more creative.

“Whose is this massive cheesecake in the refrigerator?” asked one of the guys that Saturday night. 

Levi smirked. It certainly did look delicious and it was large enough to comfortably feed everyone on their corridor. “It’s mine,” he replied. “I have a hot date tonight.”

Collectively, everyone sighed. “You’re not going to keep us up all night, are you?” one jumped in.

“That whole cheesecake is for you and your date?” asked another.

“Oh, the guy I’m seeing absolutely LOVES his food!” Levi smirked, noticing how Julian was trying his best not to get involved in the conversation, despite the fact that he was undoubtedly listening in. “He could eat this whole thing in one go!”

“You’d have to be a real pig to eat that in one sitting,” dismissed the girl who had first noticed the cheesecake in the refrigerator, closing the door to it.

Levi laughed. “Oh, he sure is!” he nodded, noticing that Julian had turned to look. “He’s coming over at nine this evening,” he said directly to Julian, leaving him in no doubt that it was actually him who was expected. “And he’s in for a real treat!”

Waiting in his room later that night, Levi nervously watched the clock. Would Julian show up? Had he connected enough with him, or been obvious enough in his approach to calling him over. But at nine o’clock on the dot, a faint knock came at his door. Julian was standing there, having crept over silently from his room so as not to alert the other people in the dorm.

Levi raised his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “Get inside!” he whispered in the same dominant tone that had driven Julian so wild last time.

When Julian walked in, he would have immediately seen the desk chair, with handcuffs ready to hold him, left in the middle of the room. The cheesecake was sat to the side, along with a large container of full-fat milk. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Julian muttered, as if he was simply talking to himself.

Levi didn’t say a word. He simply stood before the handsome boy, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out his belt, undressing him without a hint of emotion on his face. He could hear the fast, nervous breathing of the jock and could tell, just from looking, how fast his heart was beating.

Before Julian seemed to make sense of what was happening, he was standing entirely naked, with his pants dropped to his feet; his perfect hard-on looking dangerously erect, just like last time. But Levi had chosen this spot very carefully. He opened his closet door to reveal the full length mirror screwed into it; allowing Julian to see his athletic physique. “Tell me, what do you see?” Levi asked him.

Unsure what to see, Julian shrugged. “My body,” he replied.

“Do you see your tight abs?” Levi asked teasingly, stroking his stomach. “Or your strong chest? What about that handsome jawline? Or this cute, little butt?” he continued, grabbing Julian’s ass with that last question. 

Julian nodded, knowing that this was all part of some twisted game that he was being lured into. 

“And what am I going to do to those things?” he asked, lubricating his hand and already starting to gently caress Julian’s hardness in preparation for what was to come.

Immediately, Julian melted, just as easily as last time. “You’re going to reshape me,” he replied. “You want to transform me!”

“I’m going to fatten you like the greedy little piggy you are,” Levi stated more bluntly. “But…” he paused dramatically. “...Only if you beg!”

Julian looked at him as if he had not been expecting Levi’s sudden request.

“On your knees!” Levi grinned wickedly, taking his hand away from Julian’s groin and standing there expectantly.

Slowly, Julian sank to his knees. He hesitated only for a second, then looked up at Levi and placed his hands together. “Please…” he whispered obediently. “Please do it to me!”

“Do what?” Levi smiled, wanting the boy to elaborate.

Julian sighed slightly, relinquishing his control on those kinks of his a little more. “Fatten me,” he stated. “Turn me into your own, greedy little pig!”

Levi sank to his knees as well and kissed Julian sweetly. He resumed his teasing of the guy’s hard-on and whispered seductively into his ear. “Am I going to grow a large, fat belly on you?” he teased. “And a round, jiggly ass?”

Julian nodded and became more aroused with every word Levi said. In fact, Levi estimated that another ten seconds would have seen the boy come already. And so he stopped, leaving Julian gasping with disappointment. But he knew what had to happen now. Without a word, he got up and slipped into the chair that had been left for him. He then waited excitedly as the cuffs were set and the rope was tied around his ankles. But this time, Levi added another rope, pulling the guys knees out and ensuring that his legs remained splayed.

“Aw! Such a handsome boy!” Levi cooed teasingly. He picked up the cheesecake and dug his large table spoon in violently. “It’s such a shame!” he smiled, stroking Julian’s handsome jawline. “A shame that you got yourself mixed up with someone who is going to feed you into a greedy, gluttonous porker!”

Julian gasped with delight. Those words, every one of them, seemed to deliver a shot of adrenaline into his system.

“Open up!” Levi insisted, slapping him gently on the side of his face. “It’s time to fatten into my pig!”

Julian’s mouth couldn’t have been opened any wider. He took the large spoonful like a professional; chewing, swallowing and then opening up again, just as wide. Every now and then, Levi would tease the guy’s hardness, but he hardly needed it; it wasn’t going anywhere. In time, as Julian started to slow down, Levi smeared the cheesecake around his mouth, laughing at the ridiculous sight as the boy’s tongue came out, licking all around it and trying to scoop as many of the calories up and into his mouth. Levi would also space things out, unzipping his own pants and feeding his harness to the jock in short intervals. Then he’d wash it all down with the milk, watching as the guy’s stomach bloated more and more. Julian could clearly see it too, and his legs twitched as he ached to come.

“I meant what I said last time,” Levi stated seriously. “You’re mine now! I don’t want anyone else going home with you.” He paused and looked harshly at Julian. “You’re MY personal plaything from now on!”

Julian nodded in agreement. “I’m yours,” he exclaimed emphatically.

“Swear it!” Levi insisted, taking hold of Julian’s cock for the grand finale.

“I swear! I swear! There’s no one else but you” the guy cried out as he finally gave way, with those forceful jets streaming all over his bloated form.

Julian managed to sneak over quite a few times over the following week. Neither of them wanted to announce their new romance, if it could even be called that. The secretiveness of it all was, in itself, rather thrilling.

“I haven’t been to the gym in over two weeks!” Julian grinned, rubbing his still flat stomach with excitement.

“Good!” Levi shot back. “Pigs don’t use gyms, so why should you?”

Levi smiled at that and gave a short little ‘oink’ of excitement before leaning in to kiss Levi. His attitude towards Levi had completely changed. He seemed full to the brim with gratitude; delighted that Levi was so willing to indulge his kinks to such an extreme. They talked about it endlessly and, over the coming days and weeks, Levi began to understand it a lot more. He knew the TV shows and movies that had sparked the gaining interest in Julian as he was growing up. He knew the phrases and scenarios that the guy imagined to be the most arousing, and he also knew how much Julian’s sexuality was driven by it all. Within only a couple of weeks, he could tell just how much Julian was falling for him; the way he held him in bed, or kissed him upon his arrival. In a way, it almost made Levi panic. He hadn’t anticipated being in an exclusive relationship, but he also no longer had the desire to explore with other guys; not when he had Julian, who could submit to him better than any other guy could.

Being a ‘Trust Fund Brat’, Julian lived on a surprisingly healthy allowance from his family. While other students were scraping by, he’d had money to burn. Now he’d handed over one of his cards to Levi, asking him to use it to buy foods to fatten him up with. That was the only brief Levi had been given. At first, he’d used it to buy in pizzas and doughnuts. Then he’d researched it better, buying in crates of extremely high calorie shake products, which he kept concealed under his bed during the day; bringing them out in the evening when his horny little piggy came over to see him.

It was hard to know which of the measures was having the most effect, but it was soon clear that Julian’s body was gradually succumbing to it all. The gentle softness that covered his abs formed a distinct, fleshy crease across his belly button as he slouched, handcuffed to the desk chair most evenings. The guy’s sides had also thickened, although it was only really noticeable when his shirt was off. However, it excited them both immensely to know that Julian’s narrow waist was on the way out.

“Pretty soon you’ll have a fat, little pot belly sticking out of your shirts,” Levi declared as he spoon fed very soft ice cream to his horny lover in the dead of night. “Then everyone will be able to see what a greedy pig you’re becoming!”

Talking about the future always excited Julian. It made him eat more and made his hardess flex and pulse. Levi only had to watch it to learn all that he needed: Which words worked best on him? Which names got him the most excited?

“You’ll be a whole new man after the holidays!” Levi grinned, poking his finger into the new flesh on the boy’s lower stomach. “You’re going to secretly gorge and guzzle everything in sight while you’re without me.”

Julian nodded. He’d already been reminded of the expectations of him during the three week break. In the time they had been dating, he’d gained twenty-two pounds, taking him from an athletic 140lbs, to a more robust 162lbs; yet it still wasn’t all that noticeable to most people. “I promise, everyone will see how chubby I’m getting when we come back to college!” Julian declared; his voice full of enthusiasm and lust. “I’m going to eat so much for you whilst I’m back home!”

“I’m very glad to hear it,” Levi replied, gazing down and seeing how much the guy’s long, perfectly shaped cock was weeping with joy at the thought of it all. He both loved and hated that thing. But having a boyfriend who was so well-endowed somehow made it harder to see him as a true submissive. He poked a finger around the flesh that surrounded the shaft and pondered. “Maybe I can get the fat to start swallowing this dick of yours soon,” he mused aloud. “I want to take off a good few inches off this thing!”

Julian’s eyes widened and he suddenly looked around in a panic. His hands were bound and Levi had been busy holding the tub of ice cream, spoon-feeding it into his mouth. Yet, Julian gave a long, agonising groan and picked his butt up as much as he could from the chair. Gentle waves streamed down his shaft as he came, entirely on his own, from just a few simple words.

Levi had hardly had any time to react. He dropped the spoon into the almost melted ice cream and threw it down onto his table, exchanging it for a large, fluffy muffin. Then he stuffed the fat-filled treat into the greedy boy’s mouth; pressing it firmly against his teeth and deliberately stifling the loud moans that the horny guy always made, never failing to get Levi in trouble with his neighbours.

Even though Levi had not intended to let him come for a little while yet, he was still pleased. Now he’d found something else to get Julian excited, just as much as himself.

Despite their regular contact over the holidays, Levi’s eyes still widened slightly as he saw Julian for the first time. He’d popped into the kitchen after getting back and saw Julian with his back to him chatting to one of the guys. He’d seen pictures of how far the horny guy had been pushing his stomach, but he hadn’t been expecting how dramatic a transformation was taking place from this perspective. Previously tight and cute, Julian’s butt had somehow developed a little width to it. It looked rounder and fuller, pressing up against the material of his pants. The sight gave Levi an instant boner, and he wondered why Julian had failed to show him this change through the many, many pictures he’d sent him over the holidays. Then an even more exciting thought came to Levi: maybe even Julian wasn’t aware of just how much his body was changing!

“Julian’s been eating well over the holidays,” chuckled Dan, one of Julian’s supposedly best friends, once the former jock had left the kitchen. “Did you notice?” he asked the room collectively.

“I noticed!” nodded Emma, one of the girls Levi knew that Julian had slept with in the past. “He’s getting chubby cheeks,” she chuckled, with a little bitterness.

“And the rest!” exclaimed Dan. “Did you not see his belly?” His eyes were wide, as if the whole thing was a lot more serious than it actually was. “What the hell has that dude been eating?” he joked cruelly. 

“Well, it’s no wonder,” went on one of the other girls, opening up one of the refrigerators and spying on what Julian was storing on his dedicated shelf. “Look at all the crap he’s eating!”

Dan gazed in and then went over to Julian’s designated cupboard, opening the door quickly. Out fell candy bars and packets of savoury snacks which had all been packed in tightly. 

“Shit!” Dan laughed. “What the fuck?”

“No wonder!” Emma tutted. “He’s going to have to watch that, or he’ll end up getting fat!”

“He already is fat!” Dan replied, laughing in sheer shock from their discoveries. “The guy’s a complete pig!”

As hot as it would have been to explain to Julian all that he had heard, Levi decided to keep it to himself. Hearing it second hand wouldn’t have been quite as thrilling as Levi wanted it to be for Julian. Instead, a rather cunning and wicked plan was forming in his head.

Julian sat strapped to the chair. It was a Friday night and so the two boys went late into the night, stuffing and packing as much as they could into the transforming porker. Levi noticed with glee that the boy’s chubby butt seemed to be spreading out a little wider in the seat and his overall capacity had increased dramatically over the last few weeks. Tonight, his beautiful belly had bloated up well, looking round and packed to the brim. And so it should have been; Julian had been fed a feast of treats: a rather strange mix of ice creams, cookies, bacon, pizzas and sodas; along with the usual calorie shakes that Levi had become accustomed to making.

“Ugh, I don’t think I can actually finish this…” Julian winced, twitching his strapped up hands as if he itched to stroke and soothe his tight gut.

“That’s all right,” Levi smiled. “I don’t need you to eat it all. Do you want a little break?”

Julian looked up at him, completely shocked, for this was not how Levi usually pushed him. Levi didn’t compromise when it came to feeding his pig.

“Yeah, please,” Julian nodded with relief. “Just a quick break.”

Levi smiled. “Okay. But if you’re not going to eat for me, you can wait out in the corridor until you’re ready. Then, with that, he began pushing the naked boy’s chair to his door.

“No, no! Please!” Julian quietly cried out as the door was opened. His eyes were wide with horror as he suddenly found himself being wheeled into the very middle of the corridor, his head throwing itself from left to right and back again, searching for anyone who might come out and see him like this. “Please!” he begged quietly. “I’ll eat whatever you want!”

“I don’t know…” Levi pretended to consider. “A pig who can’t finish his meal is no good to me. I might as well just leave you here. That way, everyone can get a peek at that small pot belly you’ve grown, if that’s the biggest it’s ever going to get.”

“I’ll grow it bigger. I’ll grow it so much bigger!” Julian promised. “Take me back in and I promise I will show you how much I can eat for you!”

Levi smiled. He always knew there wouldn’t be anyone about at this time, but the exercise had helped to make his point. When Julian was taken back in, he ate everything up without complaint. Then the greedy glutton came, knowing with complete certainty that he had a feeder who would push him to the very extremes.

“Who ate my ice cream?” Emma cried out in shock, as she opened the freezer.

“Someone took my frozen pizzas as well!” Dan nodded, sounding unsurprised.

“My bacon’s been taken too,” Levi threw in, trying to build momentum.

Suddenly, like a pack of cards falling down, everyone was complaining about items that had been taken from their cupboards, freezer or refrigerator space. Everyone, it seemed, had lost something.

The timing was absolutely perfect. It had gone exactly to plan. Levi stared across at Julian as the realisation dawned on him. Everything that had been stolen had been fed to him by Levi the night before. His face flushed a little red and he looked over at his secret lover.

“Well, I think, whoever the greedy pig who has taken everyone’s food, should own up to it immediately!” Levi declared.

Julian’s feet shuffled, but he clearly knew what he had to do. “I might have… accidentally taken some of it,” he mumbled.

“You?” Dan asked, dismayed. “You don’t have enough crap in your own cupboards?” he asked, opening it up and seeing that Julian had made a good dent in all of his supplies.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, man?”

“That’s not cool,” agreed one of the others.

“I’m sorry,” Julian offered. “I just got a little hungry.”

Levi looked around. Was anyone going to properly call him out on it, like he deserved?  “You know…” he began, pretending to find the situation delicate, “…we’ve all noticed that you’ve put on a little weight recently.”

Around him every single person was nodding, looking with disappointment at Julian.

“That t-shirt you’re wearing is looking pretty tight. We can all see that belly you’re getting,” he stated, as if only commenting on the sight for Julian’s own good.

Everyone gazed at Julian, as if this was some form of intervention. In turn, a few more people commented on how they had seen Julian cooking up large portions for himself, or sneaking out for snacks constantly throughout the day. But their message was clear and made with complete agreement: Julian needed to do something about his greedy appetite.

Levi sat in his bedroom, hardly able to contain the smile on his face. He listened out until all the activity settled in the corridor and everyone went back into their rooms to study, before the inevitable gentle tapping sounded on his door. Julian entered with a shocked look still on his face. “I can’t believe you did that!” he chuckled, as if the adrenaline rush was continuing to pump through his body.

Levi nodded and grinned, undressing the increasingly stout boy as he always did upon him entering his room. “I needed them to start seeing you as the greedy little pig that you’re turning into,” he explained. “And I needed you to hear the sorts of things they’ve all been saying about you behind your back,” Levi added, giving Julian’s increasingly oversized butt a pat.

Julian’s hardness twitched. “They’re talking about me behind my back?” he asked excitedly.

Levi opened the door to his closet before he spoke, revealing the mirror inside. “Of course they are!” he laughed, pushing Julian forwards a little so that he could see his body better in the reflection. “The best looking guy in the building suddenly starting to let himself go; growing a little pot belly and one hell of an ass! You bet they’re talking about you!” 

Julian sighed with lust. He loved his stomach being referred to as a ‘pot belly’ even if it wasn’t quite there yet. It was simply a little, chubby paunch, but the abs were now very much gone. “Look at what you’re doing to me!” he mumbled excitedly as he gazed at his reflection. He rubbed his stomach and twisted his body to marvel at the changes to himself. “I’m actually fat!”

Shaking his head, Levi closed the closet door. “No, you’re not,” he clarified. “Not yet! But I’m going to get you there; one jiggly pound at a time!”

Just as he had been trained to, Julian sank to his knees. “Please!” he begged, looking up at his dominant boyfriend. “I want to get so damn fat for you!”

Now Levi smiled. He reached out and grabbed one of the pre-bought calorie shakes he’d left out, punching a hole in the top to let the liquid flow out. Then he reached his hand out and pulled at Julian’s chin. “Open up!” he ordered.

Doing as he was told, Julian’s mouth stretched to the widest it would open; as if that would allow him to take on more calories somehow, or to show just how much he wanted it. The highly fattening liquid poured into his mouth, filling it up and making him swallow every few seconds. Then, out came the next shake; then another, and another, providing a hearty base of calories before the food came out. Each time he would pause, placing Julian’s mouth over his crotch and setting his greedy tongue to work in payment.  By the time they both came later, Julian was massively stuffed and well on his way to generating even more comments about his expanding waistline.

“Are you trying to hide this double chin?” asked Levi a few weeks later, as Julian’s head popped up for a brief break from blowing him off. He’d noticed that Julian hadn’t shaved for a few days now.

“I’m just trying out a new look,” Julian replied innocently.

Levi simply shook his head. “Shave it,” he stated. “I’m finally softening up that jawline and I want EVERYONE to see it!”

Julian’s eyes twinkled with delight. He loved to be told how to present himself. He got a kick out of Levi insisting on him wearing tight shirts and pants that showed off his gains; those t-shirts that clung unflatteringly to his developing love handles, or the overly tight pants that showed off how out of shape his butt was getting. “Yes, sir!” he nodded eagerly, setting his mouth back to work.

“Pig!” Levi called, holding out a cookie and feeding it into Julian’s mouth to give him another brief break. This was their routine. Julian could eat so much more than he realised if he was kept busy with a job. Besides, he’d really improved his skills in giving blow jobs recently; so it worked on multiple levels. The boy was so grateful, so in love, and in lust, there was no one on Earth who would try harder at pleasing him with his tongue.

People were cruel, Levi realised, readjusting his crotch as he’d been turned on once more. Since no one knew that he was sleeping with Julian, they didn’t hold back around him. The girls were especially nasty. As if trying to make up for how much they had all lusted after Julian back in September, now they sounded full of disgust whenever they mentioned him.

Levi had insisted that Julian wear his tight jeans that morning, resulting in Emma getting an eyeful of his butt crack. And that had fuelled an entire morning of petty, mean talk in the kitchen. Emma had recounted it over and over again, pretending to gag as she thought back.

It was as if the entire past had been erased. As if Julian had never been that hot, stunner that they all loved. Now he was just the chunky, overfed ex-jock. At 200lbs, his beautiful, tight butt had been bloated and morphed into something of ridicule, rather than admiration. His handsome face no longer looked the same. Those puffy cheeks and slight double chin removed the athletic look that made him appear so energetic and lively before. Now his pecs were starting to grow pointed and a tight, round little stomach was slowly pushing its way out of his torso. Julian was transforming, all because of his desire to submit to Levi – and the eroticism of that was unlike anything Levi had ever experienced. When he heard people discussing the changes like this, it made him want to speed it up; increase the effects; make it more extreme - and get his little pig oinking!

Julian never knew whether he was eating the food Levi had bought in for him, or whether it had been stolen from the other residents’ cupboards in the kitchen. Whenever food went missing, the finger was always squarely pointed at the growing glutton, making him flush red with embarrassment and yet grow harder than ever before. His popularity was dwindling and chains started appearing on cupboards to help protect people’s food. ‘Pig-proofing’ was how Levi described it. He’d then spend hours picking those weak locks to get at their snacks to continue to rile them all up. Then he’d smile broadly, watching Julian unknowingly taking it all down into his chubby body.

“How fat are you going to get for me? he’d ask his horny lover.

“As fat as you want me!” Julian would reply between chews. Talk like that was always so arousing. Levi couldn’t help how horny it got him to hear those submissive moans of discomfort as Julian was stuffed beyond reason. Yet he would still open his mouth and take in more food for him; knowing how it would transform his body.

The chubby boy looked at him in confusion as his handcuffs were unclipped before he had even come. Then he looked with even more bemusement as Levi laid a complete and oversized chocolate cheesecake on the floor. “Come on, Pig!” he ordered.

There was a groan from Julian as he had to lift his bloated body up. Movement was always hard when he was this full, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t keen to see what Levi wanted from him. He was sent down onto his knees and then fell onto all-fours; the little chub that had been gathering on his stomach now drooping downwards, along with the slight fleshiness of Julian’s chest. Levi simply admired for a short while, until he encouraged Julian’s knees a little wider so that his hole was exposed and stretched. Rubbing in a little lube, Levi heard Julian moan softly at the gentle touch, even as the tips of his finger slid inside; knowing that he was being prepared for something new.

Levi grabbed at the flesh in Julian’s middle, pinching it and jiggling as he laughed mockingly. “You’re going to guzzle down this whole cheesecake while I fuck you,” he explained bluntly, as the boy looked awkwardly up at him, wide eyed and obedient. Then, as if to counter any potential protests, Levi once again grabbed at the fat roll around Julian’s middle; jiggling it until the boy moaned in delight. He slapped the widening butt and then pushed the guy’s head, lowering it into the cheesecake that had been placed under his nose. There was only a little resistance and soon Julian’s mouth had been plunged into the creamy surface.

The sight was even more arousing that Levi had anticipated. Seeing his pig’s teeth biting into the fattening dessert for him, with such enthusiasm and greed, his hardness was ready to explode.

“Come on, Pig!” he called again, slapping the softening butt in approval. “Get it all down!” he ordered, now beginning to pushhis hardness inside. He could already feel himself getting ready to come. It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked Julian, but it definitely hadn’t felt as good as this before. He gazed down at him, shouting more words of encouragement for the pig to continue eating. In return, Julian gave grunts and moans of compliance. It was all so intoxicating. Levi could feel the power of the orgasm building and he had to close his eyes to take it all. He was exploding into the chubby boy, like never before. Then he heard other moans from below, as Julian had done the same, cheekily grabbing his own hardness at the last minute and climaxing.

As they both got to their feet, Levi’s face was a mess, covered in chocolate cheesecake. His plate however, had been almost entirely licked clean.

Exams were soon over and the first year had come to an end. It was going to be a long summer apart, as both of them went home to their families. As always, Levi would be spending the free time working, building up cash to fund his studying next year. Meanwhile, Julian would return to his family in Manhattan, living the pampered lifestyle that he was used to.

“I’ve got you something,” Levi smiled, passing over a bag. “I want you to wear it all summer.”

Julian nodded, smiled and slipped his hand inside, taking out a bright red baseball cap. “Thanks!” he replied automatically, turning it in his hands to inspect it. Then his eyes caught the logo on the front and he simply stared at it in shock. “Zarian?” he mumbled.

Levi nodded. Zarian was an expensive brand, but that wasn’t why Julian had been shocked. It was also a brand for very large and heavy men; their sizes ranging from XXL to quite simply ginormous. Their logo was unmistakeable. “You may not be ready for their clothes yet, but I want you to wear this all summer, as a promise to me; a promise of what will happen to you next year.”

Julian looked at the hat with disbelief, then there was an unmistakeable bouncing throb in his crotch. “Next year,” he echoed, with a cheeky smile.

All summer long, Levi had been working. But each evening he had set aside to video call Julian. He’d chat to the rich boy, relaxing in the comfort of the family’s fancy Upper East Side apartment. It was when the glutton would eat for him and excitedly show off all of the clothes in his wardrobe that no longer fitted. He’d also recount tales of family or friends who had reacted to his new, chubbier physique; all of which seemed to excite him more and more as the weeks went by. Levi hadn’t just indulged Julian’s kink, he’d also developed it; made it more extreme and urgent. Now the idea of getting fatter wasn’t just a fantasy, it was a reality. And, even more than that, it was imperative that it happened as soon as possible.

Julian returned to college with a sizeable belly. Levi measured the width of him and placed him on the scales before they had even kissed each other for the first time. “Right, our first job is to push you over the 250lb mark as soon as we can this semester,” Levi declared, seeing that Julian was still about 12lbs off. 

The new fat was hypnotic. It had gathered all in his chest, softening up his nipples like never before. “I’m getting tits!” Julian threw out excitedly, the moment Levi’s eyes spotted them. But that wasn’t all. Julian’s love handles had thickened to rather extreme proportions, even considering the fact that his butt was already strangely wide. When Levi sat him back down in his old chair, he could also see how deep his belly button had become as his fat little tummy rolled up in the pinched position.

“Oh, boy! Look at what hashappened to your face!” Levi marvelled, seeing the fat that had now swollen into Julian’s neck, developing a sizeable chin and almost melting into his chubby cheeks. “You’re almost unrecogniseable!” His fingers explored it all, knowing how erotic Julian would be finding it, having his fat touched again. He slipped his finger lower, inside the belly button and bounced it, seeing how excited and aroused the fat boy became. He pressed his mouth up against the nipples, realising that they were becoming large enough to be developing some real sensitivity now. He listened keenly to the moans of delight and then ripped open a fresh gainer shake from the massive collection he already had stashed under his bed. He shook it and watched the erotic excitement fill Julian’s face. He’d waited all summer for this. “If you think you’re fat now… just you wait and see what I’m going to do to you…” he teased.

Julian’s eyes widened in excitement and he tipped his head back to take the shake, swallowing it down with more speed and enthusiasm than ever before. He wanted this. He really wanted this!

No one was left on their corridor from the previous year. Everyone had moved out, or requested transfers away from the greedy thief who made their lives so much harder. Levi grinned as he saw them all, taking a peek in their kitchen cupboards to see what treats he could feed to Julian later on. The pig was going to be waking up a little fatter tomorrow.

Julian had brought far too many clothes with him back to college. Levi knew how excited the boy got, feeling them all getting so tight on him, but there was no room left for anything else. “You do know, this isn’t just a fantasy, don’t you?” he asked the porker a little impatiently. He was searching through his underwear drawer, having already been through the shirts and pants, now pulling out endless amounts of overstretched boxer shorts and briefs, shaking his head crossly. “Do you really expect any of this to fit in a few weeks’ time?”

“I like it when I put them on and….” Julian began.

“I know you do,” Levi nodded. “But this is impractical. You are actually going to need some clothes that fit” he explained, finally compromising on a few items that they could keep for future comparisons and letting the rest of the stuff go. Most of it, Levi kept for himself. His wardrobe had never had such an influx of a rich boy’s designer shirts and pants. He certainly looked a lot better in them than Julian had for quite some time; all he had to do was sew a couple of the buttons back on.

Julian settled back into his evenings of being fattened. Like the food he was eating, the regular schedule was comforting and predictable. He would allow himself to be strapped to his chair, taking the food and shakes as his hardness was slowly teased and edged. The process could take quite some time. There was always a lot to get down. Julian would gasp and moan as he was stopped from coming each time he got close. He should have known better; he was never allowed to come until his food was all eaten.

The fat boy had been particularly aroused that night. Someone on his course had made a comment about his weight and he hadn’t been able to shake his boner since. He’d been desperate to come, even before he’d arrived there that evening. That was why he had tried being sneaky. As Levi edged and fed him, Julian must have been trying to hide how close he actually was. He gave none of the usual signs, trying to act as normal as he could. It was only when Levi felt the eruption that he knew he’d accidentally jacked his pig off far too early. 

“Oh, Julian!” he cried out crossly. “You know you’re not allowed to do that yet!”

Julian gave a satisfied smirk as he sat back in his chair, feeling that he had finally outsmarted his feeder.

“That was naughty!” Levi grumbled, continuing to work Julian’s hardness regardless.

The boy’s smirk faded a little and he looked at Levi with only the smallest traces of concern at first. He’d enjoyed coming, but he’d never been so disobedient with Levi before. Now his penis was getting sensitive after the ejactulation, yet Levi was still stroking it up and down. What was worse, Levi didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. 

Julian wriggled a little, but the guy simply reflected that smirk back at him, letting him know that this was exactly what his punishment would be. Julian gasped as the feeling became almost unbearable. He jumped and panted, but never once told Levi to stop; even as Levi placed his palm over the head of Julian’s cock and ground into it with that sly smile on his face.

“Fat boy is not allowed to come until I say,” Levi stated with absolute authority.

“I understand!” Julian squeaked, almost in panic. “I understand!”

“You’re going to eat even more than I had planned tonight,” he demanded. “Pig has to be punished.”

“I will! I promise!” Julian bellowed back, repeating it over and over until Levi finally pulled his hand away. He was true to his word too; gaining an appetite that Levi had rarely seen in him. His hardness never faded. Julian had always wanted to be owned and dominated. Now he seemed to understand, even better than before, just how far Levi was willing to go.

Julian’s punishment continued over the next few days. Levi was concerned over how much the blubbery guy had enjoyed coming early, and the consequence that had been given to him. So instead, Levi began a hands-free strategy. No matter how much he begged, Julian was strapped to his chair and not stimulated by Levi at all. “You need to earn my trust back,” Levi simply stated as he watched Julian’s untouched hardness dribble with arousal. “Obedience will need to be trained back into you.”

When everything was eaten, Levi simply unstrapped him and watched as the guy’s hand flew in desperation onto his aching erection, stroking it with a ferocity; needing to come as fast as possible. Some days, Levi would insist that Julian got up off his chair and slide onto all-fours on the floor. It was always amusing to watch that bloated gut sag and jiggle as Julian came all over the carpet like a pig. Other days, he would allow Julian to stay where he was. As the guy worked his hardness, Levi would pick up the flab around Julian’s stomach and push his arm back so that the fat sat effortlessly on his wrist, jiggling and shaking from the movement of the guy’s attempt at masturbating. 

It was November and still Levi hadn’t touched Julian in the way that he was used to. He knew that Julian had learned his lesson, but the punishment had had the most remarkable effect on Julian’s appetite. He now seemed more willing than ever to submit. He ate, he gorged, he talked about getting fatter every second of the day. 

Like a true glutton, Julian snacked constantly, taking down sodas and cookies with only one aim in mind. Even his fat clothes were getting tight, with an umistakable build up of lard in his tummy, chest and butt. Levi especially admired the way the fat had crept from the guy’s chest and under his arms, giving his shoulder blades a strange puffiness that looked incredibly amusing next to his swollen love handles.

“Do you miss the way I used to make you come?” Levi asked at long last.

Julian nodded; his eyes filled with lust, just as they always were, half way through a feed.

“I’ll make you a deal then,” Levi smiled. “I’ll make you come on one condition…” he looked thoughtfully down at Julian’s pulsing dick, pleased with how well the fat was starting to make its way into the guy’s groin and, in turn, gradually swallowing the shaft from the base. “...Once I resume making you come, I don’t want you to ever pleasure yourself again. Only I can make you climax from now on. Forever.”

“But… the holidays are coming up…” Julian fretted, knowing that they would soon be parted for three whole weeks. That amount of time without being able to come at all was definitely not something the horny ex-jock would be acustomed to.

“Just think of how much extra time you’ll have for eating…” Levi teased, beginning to touch Julian’s dick for the first time in weeks.

Julian moaned in surrender as their lips met and tongues slid into each other’s mouths. Of course Julian agreed; parting with yet another piece of control over his life.

The New Year brought even greater revelations as Julian returned with the most shocking news. 

“They bought you an apartment?” Levi asked, flabbergasted that Julian had been keeping this little surprise right up until they had arrived back in college that January.

“My dad decided that the dorms clearly weren’t encouraging a healthy lifestyle…” he smiled, rubbing his bulging belly fat and giving it a pinch. Having gained so consistently over the last few months, Julian had seemingly developed layer upon layer of fat; blubbering up to make him appear more fleshy and lardy than ever before. “It’s across the street from this super expensive gym they’ve signed me up for as well… as a Christmas present,” he grumbled. He looked a little sheepish and shook his head. “But I have no intention of using the gym,” he clarified, trying to assert his absolute determination on that point.

“So your folks think that if they get you out of these dorms you’ll suddenly start losing all the fat you’ve been packing on?” Levi chuckled to himself.

“Something like that,” Julian nodded, mindlessly picking at the cookies Levi had brought over with him.

“You know that I need you a lot fatter than this, don’t you?” Levi asked, always loving the way Julian’s eyes sparkled with arousal whenever he talked about making him even fatter. “You do also realise that alll this blubber is only just the beginning of what I have planned for you?”

Julian’s big, docile eyes looked up at Levi as he moved to stand over him, before sliding behind him to whisper into the softening boy’s ear. 

“If your family want to buy you a nice apartment to live in, that’s fine by me. But I’m coming with you…”

Julian’s arousal could be heard in the sudden deep breaths that he was taking as Levi’s hand swept over his large, doughy stomach.

“Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I think your folks have just given me the perfect opportunity to keep my greedy little piggy growing twenty-four hours a day!”

It wasn’t long before Levi had packed up his stuff and signed out of the dorms, eagerly counting up how much cash he would be saving by living rent-free with Julian. Money that he could reinvest into massive amounts of calories and joyously pour down his fat boy’s throat.

Obesity had taken Julian, there was no doubt about it. His stomach was bulging like never before and even his arms had become fleshy and jiggly as he began to make a steady climb up and over 270lbs. Watching the gentle flutter of body fat as he strolled around the apartment naked was intoxicating; the awkward grunts as he bent down to slide socks on in the morning. The gut was now starting to wrap around his back, making him almost stoop forwards with the increasing mass of it. Then came the lines where the fat began to fold and eventually emerge into creases of blubber that asserted the dominance of the love handles. Oh, those beautiful fleshy love handles! 

Meanwhile. Levi had dutifully taken the free gym membership that Julian had been gifted by his family. In doing so, he had discovered a whole new thrill of working out with the personal trainer, whilst leaving a whole stack of gainer shakes for Julian to finish before he got back. As long as he answered to the name Julian at the gym, no one would ever know.

As the exam season arrived, Julian and Levi found their shared lives consumed in a way that it had never been before. Suddenly the reality of only having a single year left in college dawned upon them both. But whilst the shift in focus had been entirely justified in order to finish their academic year on a high, Julian’s gains had started to plateau for the first time. Partly, he had become slightly enthralled with how toned and fit Levi was getting with the personal trainers in the gym. The contrast between them was even more distinct once they both got shirtless after a day of lectures, and the thrill of their very different bodies led to more than a few steamy sessions together.

It hadn’t been something Levi had especially looked forward to, heading out to Manhatten with Julian to meet his family. But now that they were over eighteen months into their relationship, with only a single year left of college, they both knew that this was something that had to be done; speaking at length about it for months. Julian had laid the groundwork, heading home for a weekend a few weeks earlier to drop the bombshell that he was dating another guy. It meant that Levi wouldn’t have to sit there as Julian awkwardly explained their relationship, with all of them having plenty of time to get used to the idea first. Still, the prospect clouded his mind for weeks.

No one was home when they both arrived. Even though Julian had taken Levi on a virtual tour of the apartment many times in the past when they were online together, it was still incredibly awe-inspiring to see the wealth of Julian’s family so lavishly displayed in the luxury of their Manhattan home: enormous windows with incredible views of the park, giant rooms and the most contemporary of designs. Yet, as the time trickled by, there was still no family at home to enjoy it all. The refrigerator was all but empty and there was no sign that any of them had been expecting their arrival at all.

A cell phone pressed to his ear, Julian’s father was the first back, just before seven. He raised his eyebrows in greeting as he continued to chat, roughly shaking Levi’s hand, listening keenly to whoever he was chatting to on the other end. Julian’s mother had arrived back from the gym then, kissing them both politely on each cheek without actually pressing her lips to them; not getting at all close until she had showered. 

Dinner arrived soon afterwards, confirming to Levi that the immaculate designer kitchen was indeed hardly ever used. Then all four of them sat down awkwardly at the large, grand dining table, beginning to make difficult conversation. To Levi, it felt more like an interview than a friendly ‘get to know you’ chat. Julian’s parents wanted to know about his schooling, his career goals, what his parents did for work; whether his siblings had made anything of themselves yet. Then, with each unimpressed and disappointed look Levi received, he felt himself resenting them both more and more.

For the first couple of days, Levi swallowed his dislike of Julian’s family. It was only as he walked quietly down the large spiral staircase one morning that he heard the sharp whispering of Julian’s mother as she grumbled at him before heading to work.

“You’re going places, sweetheart. You’ve got a dazzling career in front of you, here in New York. Levi is never going to amount to anything, and you know it!” She gathered her bag and slipped a light, sleek jacket over her arm in case it rained later on. “Find someone better connected because, I’m telling you, that boy upstairs is just going to be a dead weight.”

Levi heard Julian trying to protest, but his mother clearly wasn’t listening as she slipped out the door. Then Julian sighed loudly and rested his arms against the kitchen counter.

“I see I’ve failed whatever test your parents have put me under,” Levi laughed, sneaking up behind Julian and hugging his increasing bulk from behind.

“You heard all that then?” Julian sighed sadly.

“I sure did,” Levi smiled. It might have been difficult to hear that Julian’s parents disapproved of him, but at the same time, it felt incredibly freeing as well. “Come on!” he chuckled. “You hardly expected your folks to like me, did you? I’ve been purposefully fattening you up since we first met!”

With that, Levi gave Julian’s chubby rear a pat and grabbed at both of his love handles, pinching and jiggling them; immediately taking away Julian’s depressed state. Now that Levi had met Julian’s parents, he felt like he understood his boyfriend more than ever before. He’d grown up with two cold, money-hungry parents who had clearly never put him first in their entire lives. They’d been overly concerned about looks, wealth and status, sending their boy off to college in the hopes that he would return, ready to live life in exactly the same way that they had. But Julian had always wanted something else; that true feeling of being properly loved and looked after; fattened to the point that no one could doubt how much he was cared for.

“I want to apologise to you,” Julian stated seriously. “I think, ever since we moved in together, it was obvious that we couldn’t keep our relationship just between us anymore; that we would have to do the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing by coming here.” His hand went back to exploring Levi’s large rear, pulling down his pants to get a peek at the blubbery cheeks. “I think it may have been holding me back a little bit; stopping me from doing what I was always meant to be doing.”

“And what is that?” Levi asked. His dick already hard; it had always been pathetically easy to get him aroused.

“Now that your parents have decided they don’t like me, your final safety net has gone. There’s nothing holding me back anymore; nonone’s approval that I need to obtain. If your parents don’t want me to have you, I’m going to take you anyway. I’m going to turn their chubby boy into the greediest, most disgustingly fat piggy that they’ve ever seen.”

Like always, Julian’s eyes sparkled with lust as he craned his neck to see Levi feeling up his rear; squishing and bouncing the glutes in the way he always did before he would bend Julian over the counter and take him there and then.

“I’m done hiding this. From now on, I want everyone to know exactly what we are to each other.” He pointed to himself and then at Julian. “I’m the feeder and you’re my big, fat, growing pig.”

Julian looked aroused enough to climax right there and then. He’d always loved Levi making declarations about how fat he was going to make him, but this one felt more real than ever; that this really was it; the final mental shiftt that they both needed to make in order to ensure their fantasies became a reality.

Levi saw Julian’s parents several times over the coming months and years; relishing in their mutual shock and disapproval of Julian’s physique. It was one of the things he was most excited about as their wedding day approached; letting them see just how much he had pushed and pushed the weight onto their boy as he stood there in his custom made suit; large bulging belly pushing its way out in all directions. At over four hundred and fifty pounds, Julian’s entire neck had completely disappeared, with his fat-filled chins constantly kept shaven and on display for all to see. His face had widened with the balloon-like cheeks swelling up with each passing week; yet those piggish, lustful eyes still sparked with desire. He grunted as he stood up to use the bathroom and watching the enormous man struggle to move when he was stuffed never failed to get Levi hard. Every inch of his body spoke of his monstrous obesity; the sagging of his enormous former pecs, the mass of his giant, flabby arms and thighs. Every stick of furniture they owned groaned under the weight of Julian’s wide and lard-filled rear. Even now, sat at the top table at their wedding reception, Levi secretly longed for Julian’s inadequate chair to buckle underneath him, sending his almost spherical husband crashing to the floor in front of all of their guests.

“Try some of this,” Levi smiled wickedly, feeding Julian from his own plate in what most others would view as an entirely romantic gesture. But if Levi couldn’t will the chair to break, the least he could do was to ensure that Julian’s most strained shirt button blew before the end of the night. With a two-week all-inclusive honeymoon to enjoy from tomorrow, the journey to five hundred pounds and beyond was well and truly underway.

Julian watched as Levi’s greedy, obedient mouth opened and accepted whatever was on the fork without a second thought, hopeful that the boy’s parents would be scowling at him from further down the table.

“Just think,” Levi teased, placing his hand on Julian’s bloated, ball-like gut and stroking it just below the table, “you could have been marrying some beautiful, well-connected member of New York’s elite right now. That gorgeous, hunky guy I met in college could have had any girl he wanted, until I came along.”

“Do you think that’s what everyone else is thinking as well?” Julian asked; always enjoying hearing about the potential life he could have had were it not for Levi indulging every last one of his suppressed kinks to fatten up well beyond the gigantic size he was today.

“Of course they are,” Levi nodded discreetly. “They’re thinking what a shame it is that you fell into my hands; that you let yourself go and allowed yourself to be so uncompromisingly overfed by me, day after day. You’ve been fattened into a pig, Julian.”

“Do you think they’ll miss us if we sneak back to our room for a little bit later?” the horny, greedy man asked before filling his mouth with even more food.

Levi smiled and placed his strong arm over the wide shoulders of his massively obese husband, whispering into his ear. “Not just yet, Piggy,” he teased. “We’ve got a five-tier cake to cut and I’ve been training your appetite up for weeks in preparation for this. It’s time to show our guests exactly what my pig is made of…”

[moonlightazriel]

Day 1: Tropes

For @elorcanweekofficial

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Enemies to Lovers

Elide never had that many friends, but she still remembered Aelin, Aedion, and Ren dearly, she prayed every day for their survival after Terrasen was taken by the King of Adarlan. She spent countless days looking outside her window and wondering when she would see them again, would they remember her? Would they be ashamed of her for not fighting with all she had to get out of that situation?

She wasn't a fighter, at least not like them, she wasn't strong, and she didn't have any magic, all she had was her cunning, and the soft whispers of Anneith in her ear, guiding her.

When she met Manon Blackbeak and the Thirteen, she knew she had made new friends, people she could trust and rely on, she knew Manon's words were to be taken seriously, she would take care of her like she was an Ironteeth too. She might've not had that many friends throughout her life, but she knew how to recognize them.

So despite all the efforts Lorcan Salvaterre made to seem friendly, as they traveled with the carnival troupe, she knew he wasn't being honest, an uneasy feeling setting in her gut whenever he closed the tent and the two were left alone.

She hated him for how he treated her, his condescending tone like she was a child, how he looked at her with a smirk whenever she tried to give him instructions, more than 500 years in this planet, and yet he didn't learn how to treat people with respect.

Lorcan loved to tease her, how she would get flustered whenever he looked at her, her annoyed huffs when he dismissed her "opinions and concerns", as she liked to call it. He knew what he was doing, Hellas himself made sure to teach him how to survive, it wasn't a pathetic human that would save him from danger. Elide couldn't even lift her own arm for too long without complaining.

Things, however, started to change for him as they left the troupe, wandering through cities as he had agreed to take her to Aelin Galathynius. He had left her behind while she negotiated for resources and new clothes, while he went to buy them more food.

Something felt wrong, even Hellas was dead silent as a heaviness spread through his chest, he needed to be fast, something was seriously wrong. He dropped everything on their boat, noticing that she wasn't back yet, he turned back, deciding to go back to the inn.

Terror filled her senses as the door closed and Vernon appeared, smirking like the devil as he looked up and down, bile rose in her throat as his gaze lingered longer than it should. The Ilken held her, and she tried to fight it back, she wouldn't go back to Morath, not now and not ever again.

Her thoughts went to him, he had left her, gotten everything he needed, and left her, she expected that kind of thing from him, she just didn't expect that it would hurt so much, her heart splitting in two as she thought that he had left her behind. She hated him, but she would've fought for him if needed, she would never do such a thing as leaving him alone even if he didn't need her like she needed him.

He had followed her just to see her uncle and a group of Ilken grab her by the arms and try to take her away. His blood boiled as he saw them pushing her toward a box, the man he presumed was her uncle lost his balance as Elide lunged for him, unsheathing the knife from its holster. He watched in pure horror, his heart stopping in his chest as Elide turned the blade in her hand and pointed to her own heart.

She felt the pain before she registered what had happened, the knife falling to the floor as Lorcan's axe had hit her wrist, stopping her from doing the most stupid thing he could think of. As the eyes turned to his previous spot, Lorcan was already moving, his dagger pierced the Ilken's wing, the creature screeching in agony.

Lorcan moved as fast as he could, like the winds of Hellas as he pinned the creatures to the ground and jumped to another rooftop. He threw his sword at another one, counting only two more and Elide's uncle, screaming for them to move and get her in the metal box.

Elide ran, ran for her life with a clear path in mind, Lorcan breathed with relief as he watched her run away, he tried to throw another dagger but the Ilken already knew his methods, easily dodging it, they, however, didn't know Elide's method, and Lorcan watched in awe as she, blood rushing from her nose, a damaged wrist, and his axe clutched in between her slender fingers, shoved the axe in between the creature's wings. The creature screamed and turned to Elide, ready to kill, but it didn't have a chance as she swung the axe again, its head falling to the stones on the floor, black blood spilling from the open neck.

Lorcan was already moving to the next Ilken as the creature rushed to Vernon, taking him away before Elide could kill him too. Lorcan grabbed the axe from her shaking hands, her big eyes watched him and he could see how scared she was.

"They told me you had left." Her broken voice was too much to bear, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her small frame as she sobbed into his chest.

"Elide.." he called, his hands grabbing the sides of her face, making her look at him, blood coated her mouth but he didn't care as he lowered to her level, his lips touching hers gently as she interwinds her fingers through his long hair. He kissed her desperately, almost losing her made him realize something. "I would never leave you, you're stuck with me." Her eyes seemed less clouded by fear.

"Forever?" She shyly asked.

"Forever." He promised.

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Hi! I recently read everything you have on Hugo and I adore both him and your writing style so much! All the characters in your writing feel so vivid!

You mentioned in a headcanon post that when they were younger Hugo thought the reader was annoying since he couldn’t drink or hit on girls when they’re around

Since it discovered this information my brain keeps making me think about the reader overhearing Hugo complaining to his friends about them so I just wanted your opinion on what you think would happen to calm my brain down because I seriously cannot get my head to stop making up many many angsty scenarios about this!!! Especially when I’m about to go to sleep!

Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into your stories and sorry for the long ask, have a great day/night!

I hope this helps you get some sleep, lol!

You were walking around Hugo’s house to the backyard and you overheard him talking to some of his friends, you stop just around the corner when you hear your name mentioned

They were complaining that he never hangs out with them anymore and when he does it’s always with you, a dumb kid, in their words, so they can’t have any fun

Hugo wanting to fit in complains that you are impossible to shake off, just a dumb kid that won’t leave him alone

Of course, you are devastated and run back home, rushing past your parents to your bedroom to collapse into tears 

A few days go by and you still don’t feel better. Food doesn’t taste good, you don’t want to watch cartoons, or play with your dolls. You feel like a dumb baby and wish you could be more grown up

At first Hugo enjoys spending a day with his friends without you, he feels like he can be a real teenager, but after a few days he starts to worry where you’ve been.

He knows your parents aren’t the best (sometimes they forget to feed you and often leave you home alone, even though you are too young to be without a babysitter) and worries you’ve gotten into trouble or something has happened to you. When he goes out with his friends all he can think about is you and what might be wrong 

Finally, he can’t hold down his worry and heads over to your house to check on you

Your parents are very anti-were people so they send him away, telling him to leave you alone, which only makes him worry even more

He ends up seeing you at the little park down the street, you’re swinging on a swing set, but just kind of drifting back and forth, not really enthusiastic about it

When you first see him approaching you immediately jump off the swing and run to hide in the play set, curling up in one of the little hidey-holes 

Hugo is confused because normally you are thrilled to see him, so he wonders what’s changed and a bolt of dread shoots down his spine, thinking you’ve grown out of him and don’t like him anymore

He follows you over and peeks in, but you turn your back to him, which only makes him feel more worried

He asks you if you are trying to play hide and seek with him and when you just shake your head and start crying a bit, he knows something is wrong, so he reaches in and fishes you out, sitting you on his lap

He tries to bribe you with ice cream, but you aren’t having it and just continue to cry on his lap, so not sure what else to do he hugs you really tight and pats your head 

He ends up begging you to tell him what’s wrong, asking you if it was something your parents did or someone bullying you at school 

You are so embarrassed and overcome with sadness you don’t know what to say and instead snap at him that he’s a big meanie and you’re not friends anymore before dissolving back into tears

Of course he’s very upset by this, because he can’t imagine what he could have done to make you angry with him

He promises you if you just tell him what’s wrong he’ll fix it for you and with a lot of coaxing he manages to get out of you that you think he thinks you’re a baby and you wish you were grown up (in your mind teenager is very grown up) so he will want to play with you 

He’s not sure where this is all coming from, but he tries to assure you that he likes playing with you and he missed you when you were avoiding him

You argue back that that’s not what he told his grown up friends and suddenly he realizes that you overheard him talking with them and feels horrible

He’s not sure how to fix it, but to make you feel better, and because it is mostly true, he promises you that you are his best friend and he was stupid for saying those things. He tells you sometimes grown ups say things they don’t mean and don’t really believe when they are trying to fit in. 

You’re still skeptical, but you stop crying at least and ask him if he wishes you were grown up

He tells you he likes that you are little because he can do this…he stands up and tosses you up in the air and catches you again, before spinning you around in circles by your arms, until you can’t hold in your giggles any longer and he’s put a big smile on your face. 

When he puts you down again he wipes the tears and snot off of your face with his shirt and tells you the two of you can hang out together all day, with no one else, and do whatever you want to do to make up for it 

You decide to extort him for ice cream and make him chase down the ice cream truck and buy you whatever you want. You end up eating ice creams together on the curb, while you tell him about things that would be important to a little kid (stuff you learned at school, what’s happening with your favorite cartoon, etc.) until it gets dark and you get full and sleepy. 

Since your parents aren’t home (they usually spend their evenings at bars and you’ve come over to his house many times, hungry when they neglected you) he lets you fall asleep in his arms and he carries you home and tucks you into bed (He knows where your parents hide the spare key under a potted plant). 

After that he never lets his friends talk bad about you again and comes to the realization that he cares more about what you think of him than what they think of him.

#werebear x reader #monster headcanons #headcanon

[thestrangestthing89]

It's interesting to me how many people claim that Nancy's storyline is being reduced to a love triangle but then go and reduce her to that themselves. Her story is not about which boyfriend she has. It's always been about Barb. But the people upset over Jonathan and Steve always, always ignore Barb and her role in Nancy's story.

I wrote about this more here because I was getting frustrated by the amount of people who were saying this and claiming that Steve and her are endgame simply because they interacted a bit this season when that wasn't the point in this story at all. Nancy had multiple flashbacks to Barb this season (and in the past). It should have been very clear that that was what was motivating her to do what she was doing.

That fact that there is a subplot where she wasn't sure which boyfriend she wanted hardly reduces her to a love triangle. She's allowed to be unsure of what's going on with her and Jonathan. She's allowed to care about Jonathan (I have seriously seen people complaining that when they are getting attacked in the hospital in S3 it was sexist for her to yell for Jonathan. It wasn't. She's scared and upset and not one person was bothered by him yelling for her. She's allowed to have a full range of feelings.)

If people actually want her to be a 3 dimensional character, she is going to have life experiences and emotions that reflect this. And part of that is going to involve her feelings for her boyfriend. It's not a bad thing. It's hardly the only point of her character. But if that's what you are reducing her to, then maybe the sexist biases are coming from you and not the narrative.

People examine female characters in a way they never would with male characters. It ends up coming across hyper-critical and like those characters are always wrong or written badly. This helps no one and is hardly a feminist critique. It's the same sexism that drives people to be hyper-critical of women in real life. Women and female characters need to be perfect. The need to be everyone's ideal of what a woman is supposed to be. Which is going to be different for everyone and is what leads people to feel like they are always wrong. To me, a lot of the criticism of Nancy comes from people who can't relate to her. Which is fine. She doesn't have to be relatable to everyone. But people seem to get annoyed whenever she isn't behaving like them and isn't acting like how they view a role model to act. She isn't perfect, she makes mistakes - ie her plan this season was reckless (and again driven by her flashbacks to Barb). She's allowed to make these mistakes. She's never been written as this flawless hero who always saves the day. And she shouldn't be.

The same thing happens with Joyce. I have seen people complain that her character has been reduced to her romance with Hopper when she is doing the same thing she's done since the beginning of the series. She has done nothing but go through hell and back to save the people she loves. Usually it's Will. And I don't think I've ever seen anyone complain when she was protecting her child. But the second a male adult needs that same help suddenly she's being reduced to something. But this is just what her character does for the people she loves. And it isn't a bad thing.

Anytime a male character gets put into a caretaking role they never receive any criticism. Care taking isn't inherently problematic or sexist. Hopper does everything he can to save the people he loves too an no one complains. And don't even get me started on Steve who does a fraction of what Joyce does and gets called a mom even though there is a an actual mom doing all the work and getting ignored. No one is allowed to criticize Steve. I have never gotten more hate than when I criticized Steve. Even though in the narrative, he isn't doing nearly as much as someone like Joyce is.

Again, female characters are allowed to care about the male characters. This isn't reducing them to a romance role or a caretaking role. But again, I feel like people's own sexist biases are what is causing them to oversimplify the female characters on the show and not anything from the narrative. I also want to point out here that we don't know a lot of Joyce's backstory but will likely get a lot more of it with the stage production. She is tied to the supernatural plot in some way. We don't know the whole story here or why her and Hopper interact with each other the way that they do.

El is another character that tends get misinterpreted. I have written about this several times, but people tend to have a worshipful attitude towards her. Mike and El's relationship in particular is either reduced to people who want them to get get married and have babies or people who think she needs to dump him because he's a bad boyfriend and she's a girlboss. Mike's character arch is complex and while he has made mistakes, so has El and their entire relationship didn't fall apart because of him. She treats him badly, but criticizing her seems to be off limits. Anytime I have, I have gotten a lot of hate.

This isn't helping anyone. She is a complex character who has flaws and it's a good thing. She has also never been reduced to her relationship with Mike and has an entire backstory involving the supernatural plot. But she isn't going to be the one to save the day in the end. This story was always about Will. And when this happens that doesn't mean the writers sidelined a female character in favor of a male one. It means a lot of the audience simply decided El was the main character because she has superpowers and misinterpreted the fact that this was about Will from the start.

And for the record this is not anti-feminist. The gay kid getting to save the day in the end isn't something we've seen before. It's good that this is happening and hardly means that El has no role at all. I'm sure she will still be there helping. But seriously, I have seen so many white women being superheroes and badasses who save everyone. There may not be as many of them as there are white men, but I have never once seen a gay kid get to play this role. It's ok if she takes a step back here. Especially since, again, I don't think the narrative has ever centered her. I think it's the audience that's done this.

The only time I have felt like the critique of female characters is valid is when looking at the characters of color. Erica often gets reduced to the stereotype of a sassy black girl. Not all the time - I do think she has great moments with Dustin and Lucas in particular that show she is a complex character and I hope we get to see more of this. But I really wish she would stop saying "just the facts" every few minutes and sometimes her attitude is flat out rude and not funny or cute. Not to mention the fact that her mother seems to only every say her name over and over again. I would like to see the Sinclair family interacting more next season. They have less parent-child interactions than the other kids and their parents.

There is a lot more to be said for the way the show writes characters of color in general and this isn't the place for it. But the fact that I haven't seen a lot of criticism over this tells me that the white female characters are held to a different standard than the black female characters (which is hardly surprising or new information. This usually happens).

The white female characters need to be flawless - desirable by the male characters but not reduced to a romance role, kick ass and never make a mistake, be the "strong female lead" (notice how we never use the term "strong male lead"), and basically be something that is completely unattainable. But the black female characters need to be what the white audience is comfortable seeing. And even though this show doesn't just have a white audience, the fact that most of the cast is white shows that they are being catered to however subconsciously.

My point is this - while it's totally fine to critique the show and the characters on it (and people should do this), I feel like a lot of the time this is done at the expense of women and not in any way that is actually helpful. I think if people took a step back and recognized their own biases (which everyone has for the record, we are taught them) they would realize sometimes those critiques don't add up. But overall, with regard to the white female characters anyway, I have felt like the show does a pretty good job making them well rounded and complex without making them unrealistic. It's the audience interpretations that I have found very problematic sometimes.

#byler #nancy wheeler #joyce byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #stranger things #gay mike wheeler #jancy #anti stancy

[cuddlepilefics]

“What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?“ + Preventative measures not taken

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caregivers: Mainly Seonghwa & Yeosang

Prompts: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Now that summer was slowly coming to an end, Seonghwa was working hard to make sure the group was well prepared for the colder seasons to come. Since they were still travelling a lot and interacted with so many people, there’d naturally be a pretty high risk of the members catching some bug, which would be incredibly inconvenient to their schedules. Besides, living in such close proximity, illness usually spread like wildfire within the group, so they should really make sure all of them were in good health. Seonghwa was the most adamant about making their lifestyle as healthy as it could be with the long working hours and little amount of sleep. Not having to worry about the members not exercising enough, he merely reminded them not to skip out on the veggies in their meals and to not stay up unnecessarily late if it wasn’t for their work.

He eventually got his hands on some ginger shots, which were supposed to boost the immune system and would hopefully keep the members from falling ill. Sure, they didn’t taste that great and some of the members made sure to tell him that every morning but they usually just knocked the back to get it over with. Hongjoong would rarely ever let himself be stopped from working late no matter how hard Seonghwa tried to get him to rest, so if it put his hyung’s mind at ease, the leader would gladly accept the ginger shot. The only one complaining about it every morning was Wooyoung. There had even been a fight one morning, the dancer still half asleep as they had to head out to their schedule. He couldn’t be bothered with something that disgusting so early in the morning. Wanting to keep the peace, Seonghwa dropped the topic but eventually realized how his dongsaeng had started to adjust his daily routine to ensure he’d already be gone from the dorm by the time the rest of the group had to get up and ready. Wooyoung simply didn’t see a point in drinking such a vile tasting liquid. Sure, it had the reputation of being healthy but so were vegetables. If he made sure to always add some veggies to his meals, he’d be fine.

Not wanting the other to go without his daily dose of vitamins, Seonghwa had resorted to measuring some of the ginger shots into little bottles, which he carried around with him. That way, he could give them to Wooyoung one per day, though he knew the younger wasn’t too enthusiastic about them. “Hyung, seriously, I have a good immune system and I eat all my veggies. I don’t need some weird potion to stay healthy. I can do that on my own”, the dancer argued when Seonghwa approached him during one of their practice sessions. He knew his hyung was only trying to watch out for him but he sure was a bit pushy.

Though annoyed, Wooyoung eventually accepted the small bottle but when the oldest wasn’t looking, he simply slipped it into his bag before continuing with their practice. The dancer wouldn’t have thought it that easy to fool Seonghwa but somehow it worked, so he continued accepting the ginger shots when his hyung handed them to him only to make them disappear. It was only when Yeosang glanced at his friend’s open bag one evening when they returned to their room that someone noticed. “Hang on”, the older chuckled, “You’re not taking those ginger shots?” Though the tips of his ears turned pink at being caught, Wooyoung shook his head. When Yeosang raised an eyebrow at him, he explained: “I absolutely can’t stand the taste nor can I stand the way it makes my throat burn. My immune system is good already, so the discomfort isn’t worth it.” – “You’re not wrong”, Yeosang hummed, his lips twitching into a smile, “It does taste gross. I always drink lots of water after to rinse it down. It’s good for me and if it eases hyung’s mind a little, why not….” He wouldn’t tell his friend what to do though as he figured everyone should choose how to take care of themselves.

Seonghwa was proud to say that so far, none of the members had caught as much as a little cold. All of them seemed to be on top of their health. Well, the members he saw anyway. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung in quite sometime and only for short durations. They had alternating schedules and the younger was barely around the dorm, so Seonghwa couldn’t be sure but figuring his dongsaeng was drinking his ginger shots like everyone else there was no reason he shouldn’t be well. Wooyoung however hadn’t been feeling too great for the past two days. Having woken up to a sore throat, he had decided to skip his early morning workout and instead stop by a small café before meeting up with the others for their schedule. He ordered himself some tea along with a small breakfast, so he’d hopefully have the energy to get through a full day of work.

When they met up for dance practice, Yeosang greeted him quietly. They were stretching next to each other, so the older hummed: “You got enough sleep last night, Woo? Those circles under your eyes look rather dark.” – “I’m kinda tired but it’s alright”, Wooyoung whispered, afraid his friend would notice his voice sounding a little rough if he tried to speak up. Plus, he didn’t want any of the members catching on to him not being on top of his game. It wasn’t hard to catch on though. San too did so pretty fast. Of course, he’d notice Wooyoung being quiet, even more so when the younger wasn’t fooling around with him during the breaks at all. Since Wooyoung obviously wasn’t in the mood for their usual bickering, San took a seat next to him during one of the breaks. Without a word, Wooyoung downed a few sips of water before dropping his head onto his hyung’s shoulder. “You okay?”, San asked softly as he linked their fingers. Not thinking himself able to lie to the older, Wooyoung admitted: “My head hurts a bit.”

He startled when cold fingers grazed his cheek. “I mean, we’re all warm from dancing but I don’t know. You do feel like you might be running a fever”, San whispered, making sure Wooyoung was the only one able to hear him. The younger gave the tiniest of nods. It was pretty likely that he had a fever with the way his body ached and how weak his muscles felt. He had gotten lightheaded a bunch of times too, so he was pretty sure San’s guess was on. Gently squeezing his friend’s hand, San hummed: “You shouldn’t be practicing then. Do you want me to tell hyungs, so you can go home and rest?” Wooyoung tiredly shook his head, closing his eyes to give them a break from the bright ceiling light. “I’d get scolded for refusing to take precautions”, he breathed, rubbing his temples. When San looked at him confused, he added: “I didn’t listen to Seonghwa-hyung and don’t wanna hear his ‘I told you so’.”

Yeosang was no fool either. He knew Wooyoung was feeling worse than he would let on and the glossy look in his eyes clearly indicated a fever. Not wanting to call him out in front of the group, all Yeosang could do was make sure the younger drank enough water. By the time their practice session was over, Wooyoung was certain he had sweat out all the water he had drunk. His shirt clung to his body and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He couldn’t help but shiver as the aircon blew cold air down on him. Sweaty as he was, there was no way he could attend the rest of their schedule without taking a shower first, so while the rest of the group went to eat lunch, he rushed back to the dorm to take a quick shower.

Cringing as he peeled off his sweaty shirt, Wooyoung glanced at the mirror and was shocked at how awful he looked. Yeosang had put it lightly when talking about the bags under his eyes. Wooyoung quickly took his temperature and sighed at the reading before stepping into the shower. He set the water temperature lower than he would’ve liked, hoping to bring his fever down a bit. Maybe if he wasn’t burning up, his head wouldn’t hurt as badly. His plan backfired badly and Wooyoung found himself trembling with chills as he stepped out of the shower. No matter how tightly he wrapped the towel around himself, it just wouldn’t warm him in the slightest. Desperate to get warm again, he hurried to dry off and get dressed. His head pounded as he coughed into his towel trying to get rid of the itch in his throat. There’d barely be any time for him to eat before he’d have to attend the next part of his schedule but he really should get something into his stomach, just for the sake of taking medicine.

Exiting the bathroom, Wooyoung put his hood up to cover his damp hair when he almost had a heart attack. There at the dining table stood Seonghwa unpacking a takeout bag. “Holy shit! Hyung, you scared me”, Wooyoung gasped, touching his chest. He himself was shocked at how scratchy his voice had come out, avoiding eye contact as he feared the other’s reaction. Snorting at the comment, Seonghwa asked: “Well, I did bring you lunch, though I’m kinda curious…. What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” Utterly speechless, Wooyoung could only stare at the older. “I’m not dumb, you know”, Seonghwa sighed, stepping forward to feel his dongsaeng’s forehead, “Hongjoong cleared your schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow. We’ll see how you feel by then but for now, the best you can do is get some rest.” Wooyoung still avoided eye contact, feeling ashamed of himself. The fever might have played a role too but he couldn’t help the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.

Wooyoung expected his hyung to be mad at him, so he tensed when he was pulled into a hug. “I picked up some soup, so please eat something and take medicine, yeah?”, Seonghwa whispered, rubbing the dancer’s back, “I hate seeing any of you in pain and I know I can be overbearing at times but please take care of yourself.” Afraid his voice would crack if he spoke, Wooyoung only nodded against the other’s shoulder. Sadly, Seonghwa couldn’t stay much longer as his lunchbreak was almost over. The younger couldn’t help but let a few more tears fall as he was alone again. He hated to be alone when he wasn’t feeling well but to be fair, it was partly his own fault that he wasn’t feeling well. This time, Wooyoung would listen to his hyung though. Sniffling back his tears, he slowly ate his soup before downing some medicine. He wasn’t sure, he’d be able to sleep though. Shuffling to their room, Wooyoung opened Yeosang’s closet and pulled out one of his friend’s sweaters. If the older couldn’t cuddle him right now, he’d have to cuddle something that smelled like him.

Seonghwa was deep in thought as he went about his schedule, so he startled when a hand appeared on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind, hyung?”, Yeosang asked quietly as he took a seat next to the oldest. Furrowing his brows, Seonghwa muttered: “How did Woo manage to get sick while nobody else is?” – “Haven’t you guessed?”, the younger chuckled, “Did you ever see him drink his ginger shots?” It finally dawned on Seonghwa and the oldest rested his head in his hands, realizing he should’ve watched instead of trusting the dancer to drink it. “You know how some children have a strong hatred for brushing their teeth, especially with adult toothpaste?”, Yeosang hummed, “It’s not necessarily the act of doing so, that’s the problem but rather the intense taste of the toothpaste. Give them some strawberry-flavored kids toothpaste and suddenly it isn’t so bad….” – “You mean he always argued about it because of the taste and not because he truly believed his immune system to be that great”, Seonghwa asked, finally putting the pieces together. The younger nodded. He knew his friend quite well after all those years, so he could tell: “He tolerates ginger tea with lemon but only if you put lots of honey in it. Without the sweetness, he can’t stand the taste.”

That was exactly what Yeosang prepared as soon as they got back to the dorm. Steaming cup in hand, he went to the room he shared with Wooyoung and Jongho. “Woo?”, Yeosang hummed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He smiled when he realized what the younger was cuddling with. Placing the cup onto the nightstand, Yeosang felt his friend’s forehead, displeased to find it still hot to the touch. Wooyoung groaned as he stretched his sore body, rasping: “You’re back.” – “Mhm, you’re not doing much better, hm?”, the older cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of the other’s face. Still sleepy, Wooyoung shook his head, giving a hoarse whine when Yeosang teasingly tugged on the sweater he was holding. “How about I give you some real cuddles once I’ve taken a shower?”, he offered, getting to his feet, so he could pick out some fresh clothes. Sniffling into his sleeve, Wooyoung pouted: “Please, I’ve been lonely all afternoon.” – “Aigoo, I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”, Yeosang cooed, giving the younger a short wave before disappearing to the bathroom.

As Wooyoung waited for his friend to return, the bedroom door opened and Seonghwa quietly slipped into the room. “Hey, how are you feeling, Woo?”, the oldest asked, feeling Wooyoung’s forehead. The dancer only gave an uncertain shrug but relaxed into the cool touch. Carefully combing the younger’s hair back with his fingers, Seonghwa draped a cool washcloth over the boy’s forehead and hummed: “Might help bring your fever down a bit or at least soothe the headache.” – “Thanks, hyung. ‘m sorry for being difficult”, Wooyoung breathed, avoiding the other’s eyes. “You’re not being difficult”, Seonghwa disagreed in a soft tone, “Why didn’t you tell me you struggle with the ginger taste so much?” – “’s embarrassing”, the younger slurred, avoiding eye contact. Pulling something from his pocket, Seonghwa smiled: “A little childish maybe but so are you. I picked up some vitamin gummies on the way home. They’re supposed to taste like candy, so they might be easier for you to take.” Wooyoung thanked him quietly, relaxing as his hyung played with his hair till Yeosang arrived to give the cuddles he had promised.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023 #ateez #atiny #woosang #woowha #woosan

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Hello, I' ve been reading your blog for quite some time and its existence makes me feel better both in general and especially when I get really annoyed and frustrated by crazy zutara shippers (not the sane ones, of course).

I would like to add some observations I made and haven't seen here. I've read many pro-zutara metas, both mentioned here and the ones I accidentaly found myself, and I notice one thing. The shippers often (always?) claim that Katara and Zuko MUST be together, but almost never say that they actually WANT to be together. It's the shippers who want zutara to happen, but not the characters themselves. And these people complain that in kataang Katara has no voice!

Literally: Zutara shippers: In our ship Katara can finally voice her wants and needs and be heard, both by Zuko and us, since we all respect her so very much! Katara, voicing it: I am not Zuko's girlfriend! *seriously, that was the scene used as proof for this pro-zutara statement in one of the metas mentioned in the ask recently* Zutara shippers: Ignore that, she's in denial.

It became even better in the so-called "official dissertation" (gosh, there are so many lies and misinterpretations, I could talk about every single one of them, if you want) where the author wrote just that: "Sure, Zuko and Katara expressed no explicit romantic interest in one another in canon" just admitting: "I typed a six-part post explaining how this pairing, both participants of which don't want to be a romantic couple at all, should be canon".

Oh, yeah, that is a BIG thing with zutarians. It's exactly because they know that Zuko and Katara don't actually have feelings for each other, that they have to find other (often super convoluted) reasons for this "romance" to happen.

The Fire Nation HAS to be the "feminist" nation while everywhere else is a hellhole where women are nothing but property and baby-makers. The Fire Nation HAS to suddenly only be able to peacefully co-exist with the rest of the world if it suddenly stops being racist over night, being not only okay with the Fire Lord marrying the daughter of lider of a tribe they consider inferior and barbaric, but actually seeing her as the ONLY option for bride.

The Gaang, Katara's family and tribe, and basically every male ever, all NEED to see her as basically their maid and not actually care about who she is, so Zuko will be the only decent option for husband. Zuko NEEDS to be a billion times more traumatized by everything he went through while Katara is the only one that, by some miracle, can "fix" him just by existing so she'll be forced into the role of wife/caretaker/therapist, otherwise she'll psychologically destroy him.

Aang and Mai (as well as other characters like, say, Jet) NEED to be completely selfish, uncaring, abusive, evil tyrants that will inevitably become such unbelievable threats that they just HAVE to be killed so the possibility of Katara and Zuko so much as having ANY positive feelings towards them, let alone choose to be with them, is just no longer on the table.

Zutarians know they HAVE to make Zuko and Katara basically be forced into a relationship with each other, because it's very clear that they'd never pursue it willingly.

And somehow, that's "true love" instead of, at best (and this is me being VERY generous here) a mutually benefitial arranged marriage with no real feelings involved, or at worst just two people giving into despair and never, ever finding real happiness in this relationship they feel trapped in because said relationship was a big mistake.

#anti zutara

[god-complex-12]

Cigarettes

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Pairing: [Joker] Jack Naiper x reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: DC

Quote: “Call me Joker.”

Description: Y/n gets a new housemate.

Disclaimer: Boring story, the story and Joker is just completely based on Chaz frome When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. The chapter is called The House. Great book. Recommend, but this story is almost exactly like that.Joker comes off creepy. It doesn’t really clarify if y/n really likes Joker. Joker is referred to as Jack. And cigarettes.

Master list

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An old building, it was. An old building, but y/n found it homey. An old building, filled with crazy people, and cluttered with antiques. It was more of just a big house. Y/n has lived there for awhile, it wasn’t the best place, but he couldn’t complain. He usually kept to himself, not talking with anyone that much.

He did know the drama. For instance, he knew that a student was moving out to go to college. He also knew someone was moving in. A guy named Jack, and y/n so happened to see him in the hall. No, he wasn’t moving in, he was just renting the room. He wasn’t to stay permanently, at least, that’s what y/n thought.

“You wanna help?” He asked.

Y/n didn’t talk much to him, he kinda just examined the man. He was slender, and handsome. He looked perfect, so y/n started to try and focus on his flaws. He has freakishly pale skin. His yellow teeth. But if you asked y/n, he found those things more appealing.

“You looking for something?” Jack asked, he had a cheeky smile.

Y/n didn’t respond. He just went on talking about something else. Jack wasn’t the nicest. He was pretty rude.

“Anyways, I don’t have to chit-chat.” And then he walked away.

He liked to do that. Leave the conversation early, like he wasn’t the one to start it. It was kind of annoying, but y/n couldn’t do anything about it.

Before Jack, everything was quiet. Now, the day consists of old 90’s rock music. It’s not that bad, it’s good music, but all day? It was annoying. Sometimes, Jack would come to see y/n. Knocking on his door asking for a cigarette. Y/n would cave in, handing him one, and Jack would stand there and smoke it. Y/n had to stand at his doorway and watch. Jack would complain about y/n’s room. Y/n didn’t think anything was wrong with his room. It’s clean. It’s neat. But Jack didn’t think so.

The longer Jack lived there, the more things y/n started to notice. Jack lost his job, supposedly because he was too good for it. Y/n doesn’t really know if he got another one.

Jack began to knock on y/n’s door more often. He had no care in the world for the time. He’d always have so many stories or some stupid conversation to say. Y/n tiredly listen.

Jack wasn’t the most stable person, and they came more apparent when he’d angrily throw stuff out his window, or break something and spread all of the pieces around staring at it. Sometimes you’d see him with a beat up face, he’ll say he got in a fight and won, other’s say he got jumped.

A lot of times when y/n would open the door, Jack would drag y/n out of the wrong, by aggressively grabbing his arms. Jack would control each of his limbs as a puppet. That was when it clicked something was seriously wrong with this guy. Y/n didn’t notice as fast as he’d like, maybe he thought someone so good and clean looking could be so lost.

Jack would even go as far as shoving notes under y/n’s door. They were creepy and unsettling. “I can die and be born again on the same day.” or “You’re my favorite, I’d keep you.” The writing was if it was written from blood. The dark red ink (If it was ink) was off putting. Y/n heard he didn’t to someone else in the house too, but it wasn’t as bad. That was when the landlord told him to leave. Jack had no choice but to agree.

Someone had come by to get his stuff and had said he was put into a mental institution. Said that he was schizophrenic. y/n wasn’t shocked, in fact he felt a little sympathetic, and even went to see him one time. “I knew you loved me. That’s why you were my favorite.” He’d say.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it to yourself, Jack.” Y/n grumbled.

“Call me Joker.” He said and it seemed more of a threat than a request.

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#god complex 12 #x you #x y/n #x reader #x male reader #joker #dc joker #joker x male reader #joker x y/n #joker x reader #joker x you #jack napier #dc universe #dc x male reader #dc x you #dc comics #dc x y/n #dcau #dc x reader #dc #dceu #dc comcis

[crkstuffidk]

Before I start this I wanted to mention how it seems, atleast with the lore we get with Mystic Flours update that cookies used the beasts and their abilities, and eventually the beasts snapped and murdered many of them. A bit dramatic but I kinda see where they come from, I mean maybe they stopped doing the things cookies asked first but then the cookies started 'rebelling' idk anything better to call it, and then the beasts started murdering them. Anyways that's all I have for that topic now onto something quite different.

Warning for all you White Lily lovers and defenders, I am going to be complaining about pretty much everything about her, so please if you don't want to see this, scroll past, if your fine with it, do whatever, but this is my opinion so please don't comment stuff like how I'm wrong. Also I wanted to add this isn't ment to be targeting any of you White Lily defenders and supporters, I just wanted to express what I think of her, and its that i really dont like her. So with all that said, I'm going to go ahead and essentially hate on White Lily.

1st of all, Toxic Purelily shippers, I know not all of you are bad, and I haven't ran into any of you, but I've seen some comments on anything that ships one of these two with someone else, and it's kinda annoying, they say stuff like 'this is cute, but I ship Purelily' or 'purelily canon' seriously there's no need to bring that up, if you don't like it scroll past, if you do like it don't mention how you like Purelily better because whoever created the posts probably don't ship them if they are shipping either of them with another cookie, and they honestly didn't ask your opinion on it. Also back when the costumes first came out, a lot of purelily shippers used those as their defense that it's canon, but they just ignored that in Pure Vanillas costume description it literally says he was put under a love potion, that would make Purelily canon or not, a bit toxic, especially if White Lily knew he was under a potion control, cause that's just being a shitty friend either way. If she didn't know, I guess it's better, but still it makes Purelily somewhat toxic because now we don't really know if PV had any romantic feelings for her before the potion.

2ndly Her being Dark Enchantress, because I remember back before golden cheeses update or before it was confirmed she was DE many people wanted her to be DE, but now after GCs update, and that she's actually at fault for something(actually lots of things, bc she also caused the beasts to be free) everyone's saying she's not Dark Enchantress, and in a way their right, her body didn't become Dark Enchantress, but I'm pretty sure her conscience was still in DE, therefore she was atleast somewhat aware of her actions, and if you guys say she isn't aware because she was corrupted, you better act the same way with the beasts, cause generally, it's the same thing for WL and the beasts. Generally rn in my mind WL is to blame for quite a lot of stuff in game lore.

3rd, she got off the hook too quickly, literally everyone(not GC) forgave her for pretty much ruining their lives, She destroyed PVs Kingdom and is the reason he didn't remember like anything when we first met him. I can't say much with HB, but I'm guessing something happened that she's at fault for, Dark Cacao's son literally tried to kill him, because of her(yes it was the sword, but it doesn't take a fool to guess that the sword was made by her power) and Golden Cheese literally lost everything because of her. Then Elder Faerie died because she became DE and that caused the beasts to be freed, and then Dark Cacao's Kingdom is dying of a plague caused by Mystic Flour because the beasts were freed.

4th, She was let off the hook in general, this one is with the Witches though. Let's go back to what the beasts did before imprisonment, like I said earlier they were probably being used and got fed up with it, so they killed the cookies, still a bit dramatic but whatever, they didn't seem to be trying to fight the Witches they were just killing cookies, and they were imprisoned for eons because of it, But WL aka DE literally wanted to steal the others soul jams and actually (this is from what I recall) wanted to fight the Witches, or something like that, but the Witches don't do anything? That's just annoyingly unfair, DE wanted to actually fight the Witches but she got away scotch free, but the Beasts killed cookies(still a bit overly dramatic) and they get imprisoned for who knows how long, that's just kinda stupid.

5th, the power imbalance. The Ancients have half of what the beasts powers were, and at the beginning of the games cut scene we see that PV is pretty damn strong because if I recall correctly she stopped using her magic and actually brought her arm up to shield herself, therefore the black void or whatever was probably mostly caused by PVs magic. And thats half of Shadowmilks magic, Shadowmilk may have still been regaining his strength, but he still most likely should've atleast came closer to winning, rather than whatever happened in game(I'll admit though it was cool to see SM get this shadowy jester mask in the cutscene) and also the whole reason he lost was probably just to promote her costume, which is in general annoying.

6th, Shadowmilk was right, she's half a cookie, and could still become DE again, and I'm pretty sure she probably will, but she was given this power, which by is pretty stupid, because Elder Faerie I'm pretty sure used that same magic on SM earlier and he still died, so how was White Lily, half a cookie, probably still has a bit of corruption in her able to defeat SM with it.

7th, The Mystic costumes, they suck, they look like piss, and honestly weren't even needed. A Frost Queen Mystic costume would've made probably lots of players actually excited.

8th, the fact that all of the horrible events in the game were caused by her curiosity, I get that curiosity isn't always a bad thing, but the saying 'curiosity killed the cat' exists for a reason. She was way to curious about things she shouldn't have been curious about, and instead of listening to the cookies that told her to maybe stop before it's too late, she still went searching for answers, on that topic, why was finding out how they were created so important to her in the first place, literally why PV backed out before he went too far, she should've too. What happened to her was her own fault. She didn't need these answers they weren't going to be revolutionary for cookie kind, and when she got the horrid answer she became DE(which wasn't necessarily her fault because she fell into that jam or whatever) but she most likely still had some of her conscience while she was DE and instead of talking to her friends, who after being proven that DE was infact WL and were told the truth about their creation, they would've most likely sided with her. But she didn't do that, she decided to try and steal their souljams.

Okay I'm done now, I'm going to be honest I generally hate her with my whole heart, her designs cute, and her voice is amazing, but I really don't like her. I literally got her on one of my first pulls in her gacha and I have her turned off on the dashboard, I'm serious when I say I hate her. I'll say it again please don't come at me for this, it's my opinion, I'm in no way saying it's correct or anything like that, but it's my opinion I'm entitled to it, just as you all are entitled to yours, so I'm not saying you can't have your own opinion on her, I'm just saying what mine is.

#white lily crk #white lily cookie #crk #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #I really dont like her

[tayfabe75]

Hi :-) I'm 18-- and a half. I'm the girl who is best friends with a guitar and writes songs about everything and everyone that happens to me. Names included. ;-) Class of 2008. In my spare time, I like to conduct random baking experiments in my kitchen and write letters to people. I really love people who like my music. They're number 1 on my favorite things list. I'm not a big deal. At all. I love people who are nice to me, I've never been one to say things like "All you people think you know me, well you don't". Because I'm not that complicated. My complications come out in my songs. All you need to do to be my friend is like me. My middle name is Alison. And I'm extremely tall. Like, I'm that really tall person that is blocking your view at a concert. On behalf of all of us, we're sorry. My ideal outfit is a sun dress and cowboy boots. I love surprises and hardwood floors. I like people who are excitable. I think it's endearing when people cry when they're happy. I'm pretty excitable too. I've never been the kind of girl who needs a boyfriend. Plus, guys don't ask me out because they know I'll write songs about them. But I'm also the girl who still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there-- fully equipped with great hair and an immature sense of humor. I wear too many bracelets and I can't concentrate on the conversation if the TV's on. I grew up on a Christmas tree farm. Seriously. I'm fascinated by black and white pictures, I have them hung up everywhere. I like people who can be sarcastic and laugh about tense situations. I never assume someone's not being honest with me. I like to read up on weird medical problems, so if one of my friends ever complains of a headache or stomach ache, I'm probably going to spout off 12 different things that could be wrong with them. Because I'm way paranoid. I think Keri Russell and Ellen DeGeneres are the coolest celebrities ever. I don't like making decisions when I don't have to. So right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors. I will never straighten my hair to impress a guy ever again. There's never going to be a time when I'm annoyed by compliments about my music. I need everything to be organized. All the time. I think little kids are awesome. I'm a thinker and an over-analyzer. I'm not jaded. I'm a fan of fans. You are absolutely wonderful to me. I've got your back, just like you've had mine. To anyone who has gone out and bought my CD, or come to a show, or even turned my song up when it came on the radio, all I can say is thank you. Oh yeah.. My name's Taylor.

July 26, 2008: Snapshot of Taylor Swift's archived Myspace profile, highlighting what she looks for in a partner. (source 1, 2)

#year: 2008 #july 2008 #quote: taylor swift #parallels #overlap: myspace #topic: myspace #source: myspace #overlap: black and white #overlap: farms