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myfeetrcolddd · 4 months

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Under the mistletoe

"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.

It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'

So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.

It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.

The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.

It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.

"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.

"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"

"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"

"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."

"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"

Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.

"And how would we do that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.

As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.

"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.

"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.

It took a week for things to be ready.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.

"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.

"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."

"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."

The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.

It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.

Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.

Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.

As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.

But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.

The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.

Their feet were stuck to the ground.

Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"

"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."

"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.

"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.

So maybe it was a Weasly.

The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.

After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.

"Theo." She said.

"Y/N."

The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."

"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"

"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.

"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.

Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.

The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.

It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.

Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.

Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.

"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.

No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3

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fatuismooches · 2 months

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Hoyo drops a Neuvilette dragon-form ladle and expects me to move on just like that? Not a chance.

Okay. Dottore. And fragile!reader who takes a liking in ceramics.

The weakness caused by mysterious sickness got the reader unable to attend to their hobbies as often as they'd have wished to. However, there are days when they feel great and devote their time to their lover. And if Zandik happens to be busy - it's ceramics time!

At first, there were no noticeable changes and Dottore doesn't acknowledge the strange items. It must be Pantalone or Columbina sending prank gifts anyway. But as the time passes, more and more strange items start appearing...

First, it was a the salt and pepper shakers. Instead of normal, tube-like shakers, two one-eyed bird creatures sat on the table. Their shape wasn't completely smooth, some imperfections here and there. The dyes overlapped in some places as well. Dottore knew right away that this wasn't bought from the local market. Why the strange shape, too?

That's when he begins to notice more. There is a ladle that's base takes the shape of the raven head that Dottore carries around his shoulders as a fancy accessory? There are a couple of ceramic bowls and plates that have silly drawings of the segments? The fox-monster-creature with a basket in its paws that serves as a fruit storage?

Dottore is confused. But also amazed.

He will praise the reader how wonderful all of their creations are, even if he finds them a tad bit weird at times. He loves them, really! Zandik will make sure to encourage their beloved to not stop the hobby since it is also good for their health - distraction from illness is always a great thing!

Let's just say Pantalone's bewilderment was immeasurable when he received a report stating that Dottore requests a ton of highest quality clay.

THIS IS SO CUTE... You always had a good amount of hobbies before you got sick, but after the illness, you find that your strength is too sapped to do anything too strenuous. So instead you stick to hobbies that don't require much energy, like reading for example. But that doesn't mean you're just going to give up on your old hobbies! Thankfully you still have good days that you can set aside for ceramics!! You don't bother telling Dottore because you assumed he'd realize it's you once you start sending your creations to him! (You think it's funny that it took him this long to realize, who else would take out the time to give him gifts? Only his dear lover of course!)

Not only are the shakers strange looking and far from perfection, but it is an odd thing to give to the man who barely eats, and when he does, the food is made and seasoned exactly to his liking by you. At least the shakers work...? That's one thing, at least. He doesn't have much use for them, but for some odd reason, he tucks them somewhere in his drawers for safekeeping.

However, more odd things that he would never use end up finding his way on his desk along with the very strange designs. He knows it couldn't be a joke anymore because of the sheer number and time it must have taken to make these things, despite them not being the most professional. There's really only one person he knows who could have done this. One of the plates has a wide pointy grin with red eyes that he can instantly recognize as Beta (Webttore) despite its simpleness. He doesn't think he could ever eat off a plate with that but he is amused by your creations. And also impressed.

First, he's very glad to hear your hands are steady enough to create such things. That is good news! Secondly, seeing you so happy is good for everyone considering your illness often impacts your mental state. Thirdly, he's partially offended that the other segments knew about your hobby and not him, your actual husband. Still, as long as it keeps you distracted, he'll keep indulging it for as long as you'd like. Even when you continue to send him strange gifts that he'd never use, only admire. (Pantalone is confused but soon puts two and two together.)

Of course, no one comments on the segments using puffling shakers in order to keep their life. I need a Foxttore fruit basket desperately... (imagine putting apples in it as a joke for Dottore teehee... :3)

#smooches talks #🐺 anon #dottore love notes <3 #fragile reader <3 #anyway.. dottore who's supportive of ur hobbies <33 #idk anything abt ceramics but it is so cool to me... id love to try one day #AND THE NEUVI LADLE WAS SO CUTE FR !!!! that was so sweet of him #and also how he got scammed by the marketing techniques... bye 💀#i love ur brainrots sm :3

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merrybloomwrites · 8 months

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Sickfic Part 2)

Summary: Y/N's condition is worse than they'd feared, leading to a hospital stay.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Medical condition, hospital, mentions of death

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You’re unconscious for three minutes. Three long minutes, during which Sarah, Mitch, and Harry all panic about what to do.

“Do we call an ambulance?” Harry asks while lifting you up and laying you on the couch.

“I don’t know!” Sarah replies, her voice wavering with nerves.

“I’ll look up her symptoms,” Mitch adds. “Maybe something online will tell us what to do.”

“Right, because the internet is so reliable,” Harry retorts.

“He’s just trying to get us some information,” Sarah says.

It’s quiet for a moment before Harry replies, “I’m sorry, I’m just kind of freaking out here.”

“I know, I am too,” Mitch says.

Their voices start to break through to you, but they sound far away. You try to reach for them, call out to them, but you’re too weak. You barely manage to twitch your arms and make a quiet noise, which luckily catches their attention.

Sarah kneels next to the couch by your head. She gently moves the hair out of your eyes and starts to stroke your face. “Love, can you hear us?”

You make a small noise which they take as a good sign.

“Great, that’s great,” she says through a relived breath.

A moment later you find your voice and say, “Mom?”

“No love, it’s Sarah,” she replies, instantly worried again.

“I want my mom,” you say. You’re sick, and scared, and confused, and in that moment you desire the comfort your mother can provide.

“I know baby.”

You turn to look at Sarah and ask, “Can you call her? Get her here?”

Everyone in the room immediately stills. Their panic goes up another notch at your question. They know your story. They know that your parents passed away years ago. The fact that you’re asking for her now indicates that you’re extremely confused, which is not a good sign when paired with all of your other symptoms.

“Can you please call her?” you ask again when no one answers you. “Or my dad? He’s normally better at answering the phone.”

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Mitch says to Harry and Sarah.

“What do you think is wrong?” Harry asks.

“Maybe a septic infection, my mom’s doctors gave us the warning signs after her surgery. High fever, dizziness, confusion, basically everything she’s got right now.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“It’s… yea. It’s not good. If that’s what it is then she needs the hospital right now.” Mitch steps away as his call to 9-1-1 is connected and he starts giving the necessary information.

You turn back to Sarah, not following any of the conversations happening around you.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” you say through tears.

“I know, love. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to take care of you.” Sarah wipes away the tears on your cheeks and you listen as she continues to say soothing words.

Minutes pass with Sarah and Harry by your side, keeping you calm with words and gentle touches.

Mitch walks back in, but he’s not alone. With him are two paramedics. Harry and Sarah move to make room for them which causes you to begin crying again. In your confused state you don’t understand why they’re leaving you, why they would abandon you.

Harry quickly moves to stand over the back of the couch so he can hold your hand while remaining out of the way. Your eyes meet his and you calm down slightly.

The paramedics ask a series of questions which the others answer for you. They take your temperature and check your blood pressure, noting that both are worryingly high. After all of this Harry moves back to crouch in front of you and says, “Hi lovey. We’re gonna take you to see a doctor, alright? I’m just gonna move you onto the stretcher so we can go, okay?”

You barely understand what he’s saying, but as you trust him implicitly, you agree. He lifts you again and lays you on the stretcher. His hand never leaves yours as you’re wheeled out to the ambulance. You look around and Harry says, “Mitch and Sarah will meet us there. They’re gonna grab some stuff we might need later, and then they’ll drive over. You’ll see them soon, I promise.”

His words are perfect and prove just how well he knows you. He understands that being separated from your loved ones when you’re feeling like this will cause you stress, and he reassures you that the separation is temporary.

It ends up being hours before Mitch and Sarah are allowed to see you. The second you enter the Emergency Department you’re surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses. Harry is forced to step away so they can work. You cooperate to the best of your ability and after some of the scariest hours of your life you’re finally in a patient room with the three people you love most at your side.

You’ve been officially diagnosed with sepsis and started on IV antibiotics. While it’s too early to know your prognosis, the doctors commend Mitch on getting you to the hospital so quickly, as time is important when treating this.

Your brain is still incredibly foggy, and it takes all of your remaining energy to concentrate enough to know who is in the room with you. Finally, you piece together that Sarah is lying in the bed with you, Harry is sitting in a chair on your other side, and Mitch is standing at the foot of the bed. You feel safe knowing that they are there and allow your eyes to slide closed as you succumb to the exhaustion you’ve been fighting.

Sarah looks up at her husband and sees his intense gaze. He’s staring at you, barely blinking, tears pooling in his eyes. She knows him well enough to see his inner turmoil. He may not be talkative, or even very expressive, but Sarah can tell he’s terrified.

“Mitch, honey, come here please,” she says quietly. He doesn’t move, doesn’t respond in any way except to slowly shake his head no. His eyes never leave you; it’s as though you would disappear if he so much as blinked.

Harry sees Sarah’s worried expression, and since she can’t move at the moment, he takes action. He first lifts your hand up, pressing a kiss to it before gently placing it on the bed. Harry then stands up and carefully walks over to Mitch. He places a hand on Mitch’s shoulder, but it’s quickly shaken off.

“Mitch-” Harry starts but gets cut off.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Harry replies. “None of us are fine.”

“I can’t lose her.”

“We won’t.”

“You don’t know that! This is serious. Sepsis is deadly. This could kill her!”

“Mitch, come here,” Sarah says again, voice firmer this time.

“No.”

“Switch with me. You need to hold her.”

Mitch doesn’t move until Harry quietly says, “Go hold our girl.”

He finally moves, uncrossing his arms and walking to the side of the bed. Harry goes back to the opposite side so he can hold you up while Sarah slides out and Mitch situates himself.

Once he’s lying on the bed, which is in an upright position, Harry guides you so that you’re leaning against Mitch. Your back is resting on his chest, and he wraps his arms firmly around your waist. He feels the steady rise and fall of each breath you take, and for the first time in hours allows himself to relax and feel relief.

Harry sits in the chair by your bed and again holds your hand. Sarah stands on the opposite side, one hand on Mitch’s shoulder, the other occasionally moving to gently wipe away the tears that silently roll down his cheeks. Only after she’s sure everyone is sleeping as peacefully as possible does she finally sit on the couch in the room and rest.

It’s a long night, the first of many in your hospital stay. You’re barely conscious for most of it; even when you’re awake you can’t fight off the brain fog to understand what’s happening. All you know is that there’s always someone by your side, holding your hand, reassuring you that you’ll be okay. You believe these people, even if you can’t always identify them you know that you love and trust them.

However, for Harry, Sarah, and Mitch, every detail of this experience is deeply engrained in their memories. For Harry, the worst moment is watching your body seize after your temperature spiked. It’s the third day, and Mitch and Sarah are home grabbing some more clothes for everyone. The moment your body starts to jerk Harry is briskly led out of the way by hospital staff so they could tend to you. When you stop seizing they move you out of the room so they could run more tests, leaving Harry standing there alone.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there for, unmoving, unthinking, just in shock. Finally, the ringing of the phone in his pocket breaks through to him. He answers and at the sound of his mother’s voice on the line he finally breaks down.

Sarah and Mitch walk in to see Harry sobbing and you missing. They immediately panic and think the worst. Luckily, their presence comforts Harry enough that he’s able to calm down to explain what happened to them, as well as to his mom who is still on the phone.

To no one’s surprise Anne and Gemma arrive the next day to support all of you. Anne pulls her son in for a tight hug while Gemma sits with you. They switch after a little while, Gemma on the couch with Harry and Anne by your side. You’re dazed still, but awake, and you lean into her touch. She holds you like you’re one of her own.

For Mitch, the worst moment is a couple days later. It’s the middle of the night, everyone else home since hospital policy only allows one person with you at night. The nurse checks you and Mitch notices the worried look on his face. A minute later the nurse returns, this time with a doctor.

After the doctor finishes her exam she turns to Mitch to explain what’s happening.

He’s tired, and scared, and needs to clarify what he’s being told and says, “So her kidneys are shutting down? Her organs aren’t working right? Isn’t that like, the start of the end?”

“They’re not shutting down. However, they’re not working to their normal standard, but there are things we can do to reverse that. We caught it quick, and we’ve started the treatment. I know it’s scary, but please don’t worry yet.”

“You’ll tell us when to worry, right?” In that moment Mitch doesn’t care that he sounds like a little kid scared of monsters under the bed. He needs the reassurance from the professional.

“If it comes to that, I promise to be honest. But let’s hope it won’t okay?”

Mitch nods and the doctor checks you one last time before leaving the room. You’re awake, but groggy, so Mitch sits on the bed with you and sings quietly until you fall back asleep.

For Sarah, the worst moment is actually one evening where you’re awake, alert, and aware of what’s going on. At this point the doctors are allowing themselves to be more hopeful about your prognosis. Your kidneys are working properly again, your heart rate and temperature are staying at acceptable levels, and your labs are showing that the antibiotics are working against the infection.

Despite all of this good news, you know that your body has been through a lot, even if you hadn’t been aware of it at the time. You ask Sarah to be completely honest and tell you everything that you don’t remember. Reluctantly, she fills you in on the details.

You sit with the information for a moment until Sarah hears you whisper, “I’m going to die.”

“No, honey, no, you’re getting better. Why do you think you’re going to die?”

“My family. We- we don’t survive. We thought my dad was getting better and he took a turn and was gone so fast. We die. Maybe I’m supposed to die too. And then we’ll all be in heaven together.”

Sarah holds you close and says, “I know you miss them. And I know that you’re scared. But you have the best medical care, and you’re truly getting better. Just hold on a little longer.”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?”

It’s eerily silent in the room, save for the beeping of machines, until Sarah quietly says, “Please, love, please keep fighting. You have been through so much, but you’re still here. Maybe it’s selfish, but we need you here. Me, and Mitch, and Harry, we can’t do life without you. There’s so much more we want to do together, so please keep fighting. I promise we’ll make life wonderful. You just need to be here to see it.”

You notice the impact your words had on her, and realize you didn’t even mean it, not really. You don’t want to die. But you’re scared to let yourself think that way. You’re scared to be hopeful and positive because that’s when things go so horribly wrong.

You don’t know how to explain all of that, so you settle for promising her that you’ll fight to stay alive. She’s relived by your words, but still worried and holds on to you tight.

Sarah glances at the clock and knows that Harry will be back soon to take over the night shift. She just needs to keep her emotions in check until she gets home.

Once back at the apartment, she rushes into Mitch’s arms. She reassures him that nothing’s wrong with you and you’re still on the mend. She tells him it’s the buildup of emotions that has her this upset. He spends the night holding her as sobs wrack her boy, whispering to her that everything will be okay, placing comforting kisses to her head.

Just like he had done with you a few nights prior, he sings until Sarah falls asleep, then continues to cradle her in his arms.

More than two weeks after being admitted, you’re officially on the mend and infection free. Unfortunately, you’re still very weak and you need to spend a few days there undergoing psychical therapy to rebuild some strength. For you this is the worst part. You’re technically healthy, you’ve been living in a hospital forever, you miss your cats, and you just want to be home.

Everyone tries cheering you up and encouraging you in different ways, which all seem to work. You can tell they’ve been through a lot over the past few weeks so you do everything you can to get home to them.

You work especially hard one day after Sarah quietly and cheekily says, “We want to be able to celebrate your good health after you’re home. You’ll need stamina for that.” You blush at her words and the wink she gives you.

Finally, you’re officially discharged. You thank all of your doctors and nurses before Sarah wheels you out. Harry carries your bags and you all head to where Mitch is waiting with the car.

You enter your apartment to a welcome home banner, Mitch’s parents, Anne, and Gemma. Before you can greet any of them your cats both run over. You sit on the floor, and they fight for your attention, meowing, purring, rubbing their faces against yours.

Eventually they’re satisfied that it’s really you and they move off of your lap. Harry helps you stand back up and spends the rest of the afternoon hovering by your side.

Anne and Gemma make dinner, and though your appetite isn’t back to normal, you enjoy every bite of the homecooked meal. As everyone is eating the dessert Mitch’s parents brought, you start to lose energy. Harry is still next to you, and you lean into him more and more, needing his support.

“Time for bed, love?” he asks quietly. You sleepily nod yes in reply.

You wave good night to everyone, and Harry helps you get ready for bed. He lays down with you, and you can hear voices coming from the dining room.

“Do you want me to ask them to leave? Or talk quieter?” he asks you.

“No,” you reply. “I like hearing them.”

Within minutes you’re asleep, sprawled on top of Harry whose arms are holding you tight to him. You wake up briefly in the middle of the night and see that Sarah and Mitch are on either side of you and Harry. For the first time in a month, you feel content.

Unfortunately, you’re still feeling the effects of your illness weeks later. You’re facing more fatigue than usual. Since the infection had started in your lungs, they experienced some damage and still give you trouble. You try to be a good patient for the others, taking any medicine and treatments the doctors still have you on, but sometimes it gets frustrating the way they baby you.

It comes to a head one day in mid-December while you’re all decorating the apartment for Christmas.

First is Harry telling you to put on another coat while you’re putting lights on your deck outside. You explain the multiple layers you’re already wearing, but he insists that you need the coat, so you give in. You’re sweating by the time you’re done.

Next is Mitch taking over when you’re assembling your artificial tree. Sure, it was bulky and heavy, and the needles always gave you at least a few small scratches, but it had been your grandparents. You’d assembled it for them every year since you were big enough, and completing that task always signifies the start of Christmas to you. But again, you step back and let him take over, knowing that he means well and just wants to help.

The real tipping point is when you get on a ladder to put the star on top of the tree. All three of them offer to do it instead, and then hover around you the whole time you’re up there.

“You’re all being dramatic,” you say as you reach just a little farther to get the topper perfectly situated. You see Harry’s hand dart out towards you, and you roll your eyes.

“We just want you to be safe,” Sarah says as you walk down the ladder.

“I am. I am perfectly safe. Nothing I’m doing is dangerous. I have no desire to do anything that will risk my life. I kind of want to keep living, you know.”

“That’s not what you said before,” Sarah states so quietly, like she didn’t mean to let that thought out.

The room goes silent, Mitch and Harry both looking between the two of you.

“What?” you ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Sorry, it’s nothing. I didn’t mean-”

“No, you absolutely did mean to say it. When did I say I didn’t want to live?”

You see the tears fill her eyes and want to go over to comfort her, but you’re frozen. Because suddenly you remember the conversation. And you feel awful. You hate yourself for having said that to her, especially seeing that she’s still affected by those words that weren’t even true.

“One night at the hospital. When you made me tell you everything that had happened to you. And then I had to beg you to fight and hold on for us! You wanted to leave us!”

“Is that true, Y/N? You wanted to die?” Harry asks. Mitch is frozen next to him, staring at the floor like he doesn’t want to hear any of this.

“No!” you say. “I promise, it’s not true.” Finally, you’re the first to move, and you walk to Sarah, gently cupping her cheek, forcing her eyes to meet yours.

“I do not want to die. I didn’t want to die then, I swear. But, at that point, I thought I was going to anyway. I’m so used to everything going wrong that I didn’t want to allow myself to hope. Please believe me, I do not want to leave you.”

She’s silent for a moment and you wipe away the tears that roll down her cheeks.

“I believe you,” she whispers. You share a small smile and press your lips to hers is a chaste kiss.

When you look up you see that Mitch and Harry still haven’t moved.

You pull away from Sarah and say, “Come here.”

The boys listen and you point to the couch, telling all three of them to sit. You choose to sit on the coffee table across from them so that they can all see you.

“I know that you guys have been through a lot,” you start. “And I know it’s because of me. I’ve been on the other side, watching the people I love in the hospital, so I understand what you’re going through. You thought you were going to lose me, and you can’t shake that feeling. I get that you’re scared. But I’m not going anywhere. I mean, I beat a septic infection. I’m more badass than I thought.” This finally shook off everyone’s looks of doom as they smiled at the thought of you being a survivor.

Mitch, who’s sitting in the middle, reaches out to you. He pulls you so that you’re straddling his lap. Harry and Sarah both turn to put a hand on your back, on the same exact spot which causes you all to laugh when they playfully swat the others hand away to claim the spot. Sarah wins and Harry instead places his hand on your head. He turns you to face him and it almost hurts to look at his sad puppy eyes.

You lean over and place a kiss on his lips, before doing the same to Mitch and then Sarah. There’s a moment where no one speaks, and you all just hold onto each other as a reminder that everyone is safe.

After a few minutes you conversationally say, “So, who gets to pick the first Christmas movie?” The remaining tension finally breaks, and you all enjoy the rest of the day together.

It’s not the last moment of fear for everyone. You’ll occasionally notice them being more overprotective, or needing reassurance that you’re safe, but you understand them and make sure to patiently put them at ease every time. It’s been a rough few months, but you feel it’s strengthened the bonds you all have even more.

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AN: Thank you again for reading this story! This is the end of the sickfic. I think the next extra I post is going to be a spicy one!

#harry styles x reader #mitch rowland x reader #mitch rowland x sarah jones x reader #sarah jones x reader #mitch rowland x harry styles #sarah jones x mitch rowland x reader

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hedonists-den · 2 years

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Family Gathering

You both sigh as you pull up to a familiar house. That one family member that hosts every gathering because, well, they have the nicest house and enough room to host everyone. You had arrived a little late, so the driveway was full, unfortunately. You lamented that fact as you would now have to walk all that extra way from the curb. For most, this wouldn't be an issue. But you would have struggled enough hauling your massive figure from the driveway to the door, much less from the curb…

"...ready..?", they ask, twisting their head toward you and giving you a half-smile. From their tone and demeanor, you can only assume they're a little concerned for you. You had both managed to avoid every family gathering for the past two years, always claiming to be "busy". And it started that way! You had just moved in together and missed a few here and there as you got adjusted.

"Ready as I'll ever be…", you say with another sigh, looking over towards the door. You were ready for the looks, the shocked faces, the refusal to acknowledge…well, the elephant in the room, as it were. Looking down at your body, completely filling the front seat, that saying wasn't too far off.

You open your door, then shift and heave your body around to get out as your partner quickly gets out and around to help you. They take your hands and help heft you out of the vehicle. The feeling of your hips bumping the sides as you got out made you blush as you saw your partner, admiring how much space you take up, unable to resist grinning. Just months ago, you had found yourself completely unable to fit in a normal sized car anymore…much to your partner's chagrin, they decided to trade in their car for an SUV to accommodate your new size.

Finally out of the car, you gathering yourself from the subtle erotic process that was getting out of the vehicle. You waddle your way to the house with your partner's help. It even flusters you knowing how much faster they'd probably be walking, were they not keeping with your lumbering pace. You reach the door and take a moment to catch your breath. You didn't want to be COMPLETELY breathless when your family saw…well, when they saw you for the first time in a while.

You knock and then let the both of you in with a cheery "Hellooo?" You're met with a kind response from the left, the direction of the kitchen. "Hey! Come on in, we're in the kitchen!", you hear the familiar voice of your aunt call out. You shuffle through the entryway and to the kitchen, hearing the perfectly varnished wood floor creak under your immense weight.

"Hi auntie!", you say with genuine glee as you see your aunt first among other family members. You open your doughy arms to embrace her, only now realizing just how small she seemed compared to you now.

"O-Oh! Oh my gosh hi!", they say after a short second of hesitation. "We uh…we haven't seen you in so long! So glad you could be here!" Your aunt was always so kind, and you could rest assured that she wouldn't say anything about your weight. But you could tell how shocked she was. How she had to register the fact that you were more than twice the size you were the last time you saw her.

You compose yourself, though your chubby cheeks turn a little red, and give a nervous chuckle. "Yeah it's been a while! Life just…gets so busy you know?", you say, adjusting your shirt to make sure it's appropriately covering your rolls. You look around and notice a few other relatives looking at you. You are the new person in the room… that could justify their eyes on you. This is what you tell yourself, but can't get the idea out of your mind that they're all thinking the same thing: "Oh my god…what happened to them?", or "Jeez…they REALLY let themselves go…", etc, etc.

A slight rush of embarrassment washes over you as you smile nervously and look toward the central counter and all the pre-meal snacks laid out. Of course your eyes wandered to the food…it could easily be chalked up to a coincidence, but it felt like more than that, as your stomach growled. Apparently the bag of fast food you gobbled down on the way here did nothing to subdue your appetite.

"Well, I hope you're hungry!", a cousin of yours said, "we have plenty of food. Few of the others cancelled at the last minute so hopefully we'll have extra." Just as you were about to respond, you heard another relative address your partner.

"Hey, how've you been! Haven't seen ya in forever! Where's your other half?", they ask, jokingly referencing you. You turn around, bumping your belly against the doorway, making your whole body jiggle.

"Heh…right here!", you say, giving them a slight wave. Their eyes widen and they blush, themselves. It's clear the sudden rush of thoughts have them stunned.

"Oh jeez, sorry about that! It's been so long, I hardly recognized you!", they said, shrugging. You had fantasized before about being unrecognizably obese. So huge that your friends and family didn't even know who you were at first glance. And here it was, a relative of yours that hadn't seen you since you started ballooning in size, literally telling you that they didn't recognize you. It's all you can do to keep from turning completely red.

You go about greeting other relatives, chatting among them. Your partner does the same, having met your family before and built their own relationships with them. But you don't even leave the kitchen. You can't even help yourself now, needing to be by the food. You absent-mindedly snack as you chat, not realizing that your piggish appetite is decimating the appetizer spread. You glance over to your partner, who grins at you before subtly gesturing to the counter with their eyes. The counter, once full of food, had basically nothing left on it. It couldn't be…you didn't really eat all that…did you? You wipe some crumbs from your mouth and stifle a small burp.

Your aunt calls everyone to the kitchen, announcing that it was time for dinner. Dinner…the prospect of eating, even now, aroused more than just your hunger. But you couldn't be the first in line. Not after eating 90% of the appetizers. You waddle over to your partner, allowing others to begin getting food first. It comes to yours and your partner's turn, and they go ahead of you. But you see that they take a relatively small portion…they did this on purpose. They knew you wouldn't be able to help but take an obscene amount, and simply wanted to give a subtle nod to the difference between the two of you. Just as they figured, you load your plate full, with a particular focus on the heavy carbs.

You shuffle to the table, finding that everyone sort of just sat wherever there was space, some even standing by the central counter. You pull the chair out, a good distance from the table, and sit. The cacophony of creaks from beneath your huge ass fills the room, and you nervously look up. Some relatives gave a worried look down at the chair beneath the table. You shared the sentiment…this damn chair felt and sounded like it would shatter any second! As carefully as you can, you scoot closer to the table until your double belly presses to the tableside.

Your partner sits beside you and places a gentle hand on your thick, cellulite-covered thigh to comfort you. It was okay. They were here, they adored you, and you knew this was not only comfort, but encouragement. It felt freeing…why be so self conscious? You felt good this way. You loved being massively fat and eating as you pleased. These thoughts of reassurance allow you to start digging in to the mountain of food you piled up.

Bite after bite, with at least a slight show of decorum so as not to look like the absolute hog that you are, you stuff your growing belly. The last few bites remain on your plate, you feel your gut stretched like crazy, pressing to the side of the table, the soft fat flowing on top of it. Your partner squeezes your thigh once more, and it's all you can do to avoid whimpering at their touch as you stuff down the last bites and lean back. You fought to keep your mind on trying to be respectful and polite for the moment, but the association between this feeling of being overfed and an undeniable pleasure was hardwired into you at this point. It was arousing to be this full, this self-indulgent, but you knew you had to keep it together for now.

You rest your hands on top of your belly as it heaves up and down with each labored breath. Your eyes stay closed for a bit as you let out a heavy sigh, before hearing your partner's voice.

"Want me to see what's over there for dessert?", they ask in a pleasant tone. It would seem so normal to your family. The only thing to give anyone pause might be the fact of how much you just ate, but just a simple question after all! But you knew better. You weren't meant to give a yes or no. You were going to get dessert put in front of you. You nod and let out a soft groan as your partner gets up and takes your dishes.

Quickly returning with two bowls of cake and ice cream, your partner sets one down in front of you with a smile, taking the other for themself. You gaze down at the sweets-filled container and groan softly as you take up your utensil and begin to dig in. The first mouthful of seemingly pure sugar sends such a tingle throughout your body as you taste it. “Mmm…wow, that’s good…”, you moan softly, your eyes fluttering. “Did you make this Auntie?”, you ask, continuing to push spoonful after spoonful past your lips.

Your aunt smiles, then nods, and you catch her taking a quick glance at your now distended belly as it practically ate the table’s edge. “I did! Baked it up this morning! I’m glad you like it so much!”, she says with sincerity. Before you even realized it, distracted by the short interaction, you had devoured the entire serving of dessert. You blushed as you went to get another spoonful, only for it to hit the empty bottom. You glanced over to your partner, noticing they were still working on their bowl. You could feel the tension. Every fiber of your being and theirs wanted that extra helping of dessert, so you could fill your greedy belly with more empty calories. But they simply give you a half smile and finish their small serving. It was playful, and you knew it. They were teasing you. In the back of your spoiled mind, you knew you’d be getting more after you left this gathering.

You both sit around for a while afterwards, conversing and letting your belly settle from the excessive amount of food you stuffed into yourself. Relatives filtered out as the evening passed into early night, and, feeling like you could actually stand now, you decided it was time for you to go as well. Your chair creaks as you haul your obese, stuffed body up, then the floor creaks in turn as you shuffle around to say farewell to your remaining family. Now back to the SUV...the seemingly long trek for someone of your size, let alone how much you had eaten… But you make it, situate yourself into the passenger seat, and immediately recline back with a loud groan. Your already tight shirt rolls up, exposing your lower gut.

“Well that was an experience, to say the least…”, your partner says, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting up the vehicle. You could hear the satisfaction in their voice. “I have to admit, it was hard to resist you that whole time. Knowing that you’ve gotten so fucking fat that your family can’t even recognize you, knowing that you’ve gotten so insatiable that you can’t even stop yourself from pigging out in front of them…”, they teased before biting their lip and chuckling. They reach over, tenderly place a hand on your soft, swollen belly, and begin to rub it as they drive off. You let out a breathy whimper, then a moan. Feeling their hand on you after all this anticipation building, it was almost unbearable.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. I think you deserve a nice, big treat. What do you say?”, they ask. Another rhetorical question. You were getting more, one way or another. And you couldn’t wait to feel more fattening calories filling your belly again. No wonder you had gotten so obese in such a short time. You were enamored with this feeling of fattening up, pure indulgence, and hedonistic pleasure. And you knew, deep down, you couldn’t stop if you tried. It felt too good…

#feedism.#feedism fic.#feedee.#feeder.#feedist.#weight gain.#gaining weight.#family gathering fic #feedism fic

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rima-niki · 16 days

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"What if I just don't wake up..."

Characters: Ajax and Rondeal from End of Days SMP Tw: suicidal ideation, self-harm? Plot: What if the beds poison anyone who truly tries to sleep, and what if Ajax was okay with that.

"What if I just don't wake up…" they say calmly. The thought had run its course in his head many times, but they'd just never voiced it till now. It wasn't like Rondael would hear them either way; he was far too busy looking and getting way to ansty. The world around them heard, but they would do nothing.

They lay down on the black bed, hearing slowly how the world falls asleep, but they can't, the air is too thick, too hard, too harmful? They hadn't realized when they started taking the damage, just that they were now down to 3 rows of hearts. They don't move. Ajax doesn't know why they don't, at least not consciously. They want this event to end. They want to go back to their normal. Not this weird event where they can build homes and make actual connections.

2 rows now. They just lay in silence, letting this odd pain go throughout his body. This was probably another method that God had put in to stop people from sleeping.

One row left. They laugh a little, no one would be here to watch them perish. But they would be. They get to finally die by their own means not someone else's idea of fun, but their own.

3 hearts left. Gods were they pathetic, they've played all these events and they just wanted to stop. Stop everything. To not wake up.

1 heart. This was it, one life down the drain because Ajax couldn't get up. What a way to die.

Half a heart.

"Ajax!"

Rondeal had pushed them out of the bed. They would live.

"Ajax What the fuck, you could of died there" Rondeal says with pure and entire worry for their teammate. This wasn't the normal amout of concsern for your team mate, this was more, more then what Ajax has seen in a long time.

"I-"

"Don't speak, you idiot, eat a gapple first, or I'll make you. " Ajax just nods. They grab one of his many golden apples and start to eat it, feeling the energy heal them. They were okay.

"I'm sorry" Was all they could say to the man before him.

"Your a dickhead, you know that, but you don't need to be sorry. I think everyone has gotten in their own head once and done something real stupid, you're no expection to that. Now are you ready to kill some fuckers"

"Yeah, I think I am, let's win" -The END-

#ajax event #ajax #eod #eodsmp #eod ajax #sherbertquake56 #fanfic #a dabble of a fic #Rondeal #Eod centross #centross #i hold these two in my little gay hands #prisonduo but to the left #me when them #Ajax is having a time #And i love him for it #Im also so normal about him #(thats a lie)#(i am not normal)

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grifters-rockininthe-bone · 2 months

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Revisiting this blog for the soul purpose of offering my first thoughts on TMAGP because I haven't been on Tumblr for weeks to avoid spoilers and I'm ready to fucking go

(TMA/TMAGP Spoilers)

-Gives us characters with traits from TMA lineup. Obviously not copy for copy but close enough to draw parallels. Gwen (snarky and obsessed with doing the job right, sorta like Jon?? That one's kinda a stretch tbh), Lena (suspicious boss with clear experience and just so Elias coded, it'd be so funny if Gwen pipe murdered her I know it won't happen but wouldn't it be so funny??), Sam (idk tbh, also a stretch but maybe Martin? Because empathetic? Drinks = affection? Will see), and the one I draw most similarities between: Alice (snarky, carefree, sarcastic: Tim to a T PLUS a younger more successful sibling she obviously loves and is very proud of, honestly warms and hurts my heart at the same time). Maybe it's to foreshadow similar fates for us who've listened to TMA (most of us) OR that's just what they WANT us to think and they're trying to throw us for a loop!! Orrrr I'm looking too far into things and they're just silly character tropes which'd also be cool :) we'll seee!!

-I've noticed they're wayy more up front with the more visceral gory statements. Still has the good old Jonny Sims writing style I oh so desperately missed, but at the beginning of tma, they were way more muted and psychological in the beginning, didn't get to one like the ones in TMAGP until well into the first season but they're really coming out swinging with this.

-Look I know everyone is talking about Chester and Norris and how they're Jon and Martin. Idk if Jon and Alex just wanted to keep voicing characters because they like playing that part in their work or if there's genuinely some sorta lore reason but I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT.

-My theory is that either 1) the Mag Institute that burned down in RedCanary was a different one than the Mag Institute London WE know and is just a red herring or 2) the actions at the end of EP 200 actually did reverse the eyepocolypse so that no one remembers it and the world went back to normal somehow and the timeline got fucked up so in the eyes of the public, the institute from TMA burned down as a sorta cosmic cover-up. Either way, same universe! Just different timeline/fucked up memories.

-in TMA, the statements happened behind closed doors with Jon, so his paranoia wasn't too "understood" by anyone in the archives. However, in TMAGP, everyone around can hear the "statements" read out so most of the lineup is sorta on the same page except Collin and Lena (honestly just Sam, Alice, and Gwen). This. I don't know if this observation has any meaning but I think it's neat and gives us a cool new dynamic.

-All the fears seem to be here? Idk why they'd try to deviate from them, that wouldn't make any sense considering ALL OF SEASON 5 and the cosmic explanation for all the fears. All I'm saying with this is that they're easy to sort and attribute the individual feel to so they're obviously keeping that. Again. Not a groundbreaking observation but as of when I'm writing this all out, I have gone 27 hours without sleep and counting so eh they can't all be winners for best essay analysis bullshddf lol whatever

Like I said, this is just my opinion and it's not very well thought out, just wanted to get this out there to celebrate the release.

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp theory #tmagp #tma podcast #tma #seriously don't take this too seriously.

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master-of-the-railway · 13 days

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I feel like talking abt monster Shane this mornin', because he's one of the few that actually attacks everything and he's very much one of the most aggressive known monster engines recorded to date. While he can be his normal very sweet (ESPECIALLY with Aubery and Aiden, his designated coaches) and gentle in his conscious form, his feral form is a literal gamble. He can me commanded and trained...but not easily, and not without putting your and everyone around you's lives at risk. He's protective of his coaches and VERY protective of his territory, but not just when it comes to other engines, it includes people too. And he's not just some cat-like creature, he's a bonafide australian crocodile, with the only difference between him and the regular animal being that his tail and legs are a LOT bigger...his teeth too. Shane has been managed well enough so far that he hasn't killed anybody, but he's managed to break bones and cause some heavy injury to anyone who tries to engage with him while he's feral. He nearly killed Ace and his driver, infact, the two crossed paths on a road one evening when Shane had escaped his yard and it very nearly ended in blood. It didn't, but it could have.

Of course, Shane feels AWFUL about these events when told about them later. Aubery and Aiden confessed they'd heard him crying over it some nights. He doesn't want to hurt people, his entire job is built around people! He loves humans! It pains him to hear he's caused them all so much pain, but he just can't help it, he can't stop himself no matter how desperately he wants to. Which is why he is part of the reason that spurred humanity to begin researching a new specialized tranquilizer that could immobilize the "organic" parts of a monster engine.

#ttte #thomas & friends #thomas & friends au #thomas and friends au #thomas and friends #my au #ttte au #monster engines #Beasts of Sodor AU

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khiptid · 19 days

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What's with Sizz and Smul.... im so curious

Thanks for the question!!! YAAAYYY

It's not too complicated really so I'll explain this to the best of my ability. Oh god I can sense many paragraphs coming

(a little far back before events of Hylics2) Sizzle was originally just a normal Wayne from Waynehouse at this point. They were a little more wacky and spontaneous than the others were, evident by the fact that they decided to sneak out one night. They'd heard tales of Old Wayne's previous adventures and wanted to recreate that same experience for themself.

Nearest by, it was only natural that they stopped by New Muldul first. Most dismissed them for the reason of already knowing their kind, from the house just over yonder. All had this same response except for one resident.

"What a remarkable visitor," Smuldunde remarks, seeing the wayne enter. "I've not seen you, yet I've heard tales from Dedusmuln before their departure. Welcome! You are free to stay as long as you like."

This particularly struck a chord deep inside Sizzle, and not in a bad way at all. Normally when referring to a wayne, most would say "all of you/us", or "one like you/us". Though, being referred to by just "you" felt really good for Sizzle. It felt comfortable. (maybe Wayne Prime can relate to this as well? Who knows)

By this alone, Sizzle was swayed toward wanting to befriend Smuldunde, deciding to stay in New Muldul for a little while longer. They talk together and stroll around town here and there, exploring a bit while getting to know one another.

After about a week of this routine passes, Sizzle says goodbye for now & ventures off on their own for a while. This is around the time that they meet the Sage of Time, the Sage of Life & the Sage of Skulls(bitches I made up) to be mentored in the ways of gestures and magics.

When Sizzle comes back to New Muldul one day, Smuldunde immediately recognized them despite their new attributes. New colors graced their head in coral-like protuberances, making for a unique flair. Sizzle didn't even notice the changes until it was pointed out. Perhaps becoming more attuned with their abilities sprouted these changes? Almost like a second metamorphosis.

Additionally, with this newfound transformation, they figure to have a more independant name, becoming Waynesizzle in reference to an experience they had lying in the sand under the blazing sun, hearing the sound of the warmth hitting their skin, as well as the sand shifting around. (it's also the sound they make when they use their magic)

In a way, they kind of really have Smuldunde to thank, they're the reason they truly wanted to become their own person. and the two become even closer because of that fact.

However, when the point comes when they start to look more like their true self, Sizzle meets someone new. One named Odozeir, of course. I'll cut to the chase, they were far too naïve to think everyone would be as kind as their friend Smuldunde. Taken advantage of, sapped of their abilities to aid in reviving Gibby, tossed into a vault, all of the above was the reason they were deemed missing for potentially more than a decade.

Spending that long in a dark place is terrible enough for anyone, could cause some memories to slip away, cause you to change for the worse. Yet… Smuldunde's kindness stuck with them throughout the years, being in their dreams and daydreams, which always seemed to blur together while being stuck in the vault.

All of the events that take place in Hylics 2 come and go, and by this point, it's now the era of Absent Moon/Hylics 3. The sages that Sizzle trained with have all passed, though their spirits remain. They visit Sizzle in a dream, reminding them of who they are before lending the final bits of their remaining energy to Sizzle in order to break from the prison, and that they do.

They venture out into the world again, saddened to see the state that the world is in now. Mutant visages of their own kind, senselessly attacking civilians and sometimes even each other. It was enough to make them more depressed than they already were.

Sizzle was always on the defense as they explored and searched. Searched for absolutely anyone who wouldn't attack.

A smile hadn't been shed from them for such a long time. That is, until...

Their mutual happiness was left unsaid, instead choosing to grasp each other tightly as if there was nothing else left to hold onto, tears falling onto each other like rain.

A confused Dedusmuln watches from the background, less baffled about this friendship unknown to them, and more about the fact that Sizzle was a normal wayne...for the most part. More normal than the mutants scattered across the land.

It didn't matter for now. Gaining back a valued ally, Sizzle & Smuldunde alone head to the now-fortified New Muldul as Dedusmuln ventures to regroup with Pongorma.

Lots of questions are exchanged once the two are back home. Any answer was satisfying, because the only thing that mattered was that they're reunited, and now more powerful together.

#hylics #hylics 2 #hylics oc #waynesona #Smuldunde #hylics smuldunde #smuldunde hylics #Absent Moon #hylics 3 #honk honk art tag #why did this literally take me 4 hours to type #I'm so ill #but yay thanks for the chance to be so normal!!!#anyone can ask more questions about this as well as ask me to reword some things if needed #can you guys see i'm so normal about smuldunde #and my fuckass waynesona #Waynesizzle

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goobyblob · 1 year

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thinking of playing truth or dare with a bunch of other lesbians. maybe, by coincidence, they're all taller and older and have that glint in their eye that makes me want to kneel.

it starts normally, with everyone playing along. I'd have to answer some questions that make me flush, have to do some dares, all that.

eventually, though, they start picking on me. it's supposed to be a random spread, right, but more and more often I'm the one being asked. maybe they like how I stammer through questions, or like how I flush as I'm told what to do and yet always follow through.

eventually, I'm asked a simple question—whether I want the game to continue normally, or if I want every question to be poised at me. I answer honestly, as that is what I was told to do.

I'm pushed into the center of the circle, the gap closing behind me as they shuffle around, and I feel thoroughly exposed, everywhere I turn a half-dozen pairs of hungry eyes face me.

I'm made to admit things about myself—how I love when women dominate me, though they knew that by now, how I love when they're mean and rough and unfair and make me debase myself, which they also knew, but hearing me stammer it out knowing it'll only fuel their flame makes them oh-so-excited.

I'm made to strip, though very slowly, starting with my bra, then my panties, and I can feel the brush of fabric against my bare skin as I sit in the middle, feel those hungry eyes graze over my body, knowing just what they can see and how much more they'd like to.

again, I'm made to admit things about myself, though the questions get more piercing, more intimate, more personal. I admit that I want to do more anal, I admit that if I knew every attendant was a woman that I'd happily tend a glory hole, and even that, if told to, I'd wear a plug in public, and I simply flush as they ask how fat it could be.

with all that revealed, they strip me down to nude. they take a few minutes to talk about my body, how my fat tits sag on my chest, talk about my stretch marks, talk about how good my ass would look beaten bright red, how my nipples are begging to be pierced.

then I'm made to tug and pinch at my own nipples, and slap my face and my ass as hard as I can, and bend over and spread my ass and give everyone a view, and run fingers through my slick and suck them until I gag, and I do, happily, and I'm all dazed and flush and it's only the beginning.

one comes back with a bag of toys and lube, and it's thrown into the center, and I can see wicked grins all around as I dump out the contents. I'm told to lube up the fattest plug in there, and even after three lube-soaked fingers stretch my ass I still can't make it fit, at least until one comes up behind me, forces my ass up and my head down, presses her knee on the plug and pushes like she doesn't give a shit about me, because she doesn't, and I howl as the plug pops into me and she walks away, and I'm left so stuffed I feel I can't move, and maybe I can't, but I'm lifted by my shoulders onto a monstrous dildo, far bigger than anything I've taken before plugged or not, and it's too big but I can feel gravity weighing me down and there's hands and fingers all over me, frigidly cold ones and warm ones and ones with rings and tongues with piercings and I whimper and I'm so wet and I feel myself slide down, feel it spread my insides rough and uncaring, until I'm flush to the floor and can feel it piercing my gut.

the night goes as a blur after that—at some point the plug is tugged out roughly and replaced with thick butch fingers, eventually the toy is replaced with a knotted one and they laugh at how easy I take it, at some point fake cum lube is being pressed into me and I can hear the sound of pictures being taken, of my gaped and abused holes oozing cum, and they laugh and I flush but I know I'll fuck myself to those pictures later.

at some point the fingers in my ass add another and another and then curl into a fist, and another hand does the same to my cunt, and I'm so wet and fucked out that it's unbearable nut just bearable enough, and they're laughing at me as they tug in and out roughly and my dumb little head can do nothing but enjoy it like the sick slut I am.

and then at some point someone spits on my face, and then another, and then another, and then a boot is smearing it over my face and my makeup is fucked and I can't help but drag my tongue over the rubber sole and it tastes clean, but I have no way of knowing that, but I lap and clean it anyway, because that's what good sluts do.

and then in the morning I'd wake up aching like hell in a big fluffy bed with sticky, warm bodies pressed against me and I'd fall back asleep and I'd be happy.

or whatever

#wlw nsft #wlw smut #nsft wlw #nsft lesbian #god i wish that was me #but actually #this is entirely self indulgent #I'm not sorry

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penflicks · 9 months

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Prompt: Saul is used to dealing with the trials and tribulations of a teenage son, but now he suddenly has a teenage daughter to care for as well.

Saul watched with mounting concern as for the fourth day in a row Beatrix left most her dinner. He'd given her the same size portion as everyone else so there shouldn't have been any reason for her to leave 2/3rds of it.

"Andreas, can you take Beatrix's temperature, please?" Saul asked as he put his own knife and fork down.

Andreas jerked his head up from his dinner and looked around at Beatrix in alarm. Beatrix only looked from him to Saul and back again in confusion.

"I'm fine," Beatrix said. "Why wouldn't I be fine?"

Andreas looked at Saul for an explanation while Sky continued shoveling food down as if he hadn't been fed in days - like a normal teenager as far as Saul was concerned.

"You've barely been eating since Sky and I moved in. Are you not feeling well? Do you not like it? Is something wrong?" Saul asked. He was not going to be accused of being an inattentive parent.

Andreas huffed out a laugh and continued eating, but did put his hand on Beatrix's forehead for a rudimentary temperature check all the same.

"I always eat this much? There's just so much food. I can't eat this much!" Beatrix pushed her plate a way from her. "I've already been eating more than normal over the last few days, my tummy keeps feeling like it's going to burst. It tastes delicious that I'm having to pick which things I eat to have room for it all!" She gave them a put upon expression.

Saul studied her at her looking for a sign of a lie. He wasn't good at reading her yet but she seemed to be telling the truth.

"She's only small, Saul, and she's had her growth spurt." Andreas reached over the table and rubbed the back of his finger over the back of Saul's hand in gentle reassurance. "Not like Sky who's still bulking out and could have another inch or two left to grow. If you get any taller, Skylark, I'm cutting you off at the knees. You're already taller than me you've made your point."

Sky snorted at the empty threat and stole one of Andreas's potatoes in a clear statement of defiance. Andreas duelled him with his knife and stole a different potato back to readdress the balance.

"Alright, if you're sure." Saul continued to eye Beatrix with concern.

"Yes. You all need way more food than me." Beatrix flopped back in her chair, her hand on her tummy as if she was stuffed to the gills.

Saul supposed it did make some sense that she needed to eat less than them since they were all maintaining their muscles with protein while Beatrix struggled to put much on. He made a note to ask Andreas later if he thought that was a generic trait or if they'd not managed to get enough food over the 16 years leading to Beatrix suffering the long term affects of malnutrition.

For now he returned to eating with a plan to keep an eye on how much Beatrix was eating at dinner each evening to work out a baseline for her. If she started eating less he wanted to catch it early.

That evening Saul sat on the sofa with his feet over Andreas's lap and Sky on the other sofa waiting for Beatrix to return so they could all watch a film that Andreas would inevitably fall asleep half way through watching. Saul looked fondly at his morning person who would stay up to fall asleep through films with them. They should start the film soon so that Andreas wasn't kept up too long after his bedtime.

"Is Beatrix coming down?" Saul asked, perhaps she'd decided not to watch the film after all and had forgotten to tell them.

"She's still in the shower, I can hear the water going." Sky didn't look up from where he was texting Bloom or Riven, possibly Stella as those two seemed to be back on friendly terms.

"Give her a chance, Saul, she's got a lot more hair to wash than the rest of us." Andreas took Saul's hand and kissed the knuckles.

"She's been up there ages." Saul fretted.

"Teenage girls take forever in the shower." Andreas shrugged fondly.

"But she's so small! There's less of her to wash." Saul looked between Sky and Andreas in confusion, hoping one of them would give him an explanation.

"Bloom says she's got to wash her hair and shave her legs, that's why it takes her so long." Sky looked up with a shrug.

"Girls shave their legs?" Saul asked and Andreas actually snorted.

"Saul! How are you this gay? Surely Farah shaves her legs?" Andreas asked incredulously.

"I don't know? We don't talk about personal hygiene! She was always the quickest in the shower on campaign," Saul defended, feeling his dignity was under attack.

Andreas tried to pull Saul into his arms to soothe Saul's ego.

Andreas was clearly having none of it though as he wriggled around on the sofa so he was laying the width of it on his side, trapping himself between Saul and the cushions and almost pushing Saul onto the floor but for the strong arm around Saul's waist that kept him pressed against Andreas. Saul was grateful that they'd bought wide sofas or he'd have gone flying.

Saul's dignity was somewhat soothed by his partners attention, and he turned his head so their noses touched.

"If you two start kissing during the film I'm turning it off and going out." Sky glared at them over his phone as Beatrix turned off the water.

Beatrix came down a short time later and took her seat in the comfortable armchair which was one of the few pieces of furniture they'd kept when Saul and Sky had moved into the cottage with them. It was the cottage that Andreas had raised Beatrix in and while neither had wonderful memories of the place due to their exclusion from the world, it had been made more homely by Saul decorating the walls with tapestries that he liked and Sky ordering everything to make it look more like a show home than a prison. Andreas was still having trouble working out where Sky had put everything.

"Saul was beginning to worry you'd fallen down the plughole," Andreas teased.

"Awww! New dad does care about me," Beatrix laughed.

"I'm Not Dad," Saul said just as forcefully as he ever had with Sky. Andreas bit Saul on the shoulder for the statement.

Beatrix stared at Saul in shock, Sky had flinched at the tone. Then Beatrix sniffed in a very 'you can't tell me what to do' way and said, "Whatever, Dad."

"I said-" Saul had never been ignored this way in his own house before.

"I heard. I just don't care. You're dad. So is Andreas. I get to decide who I call dad not you." Beatrix stuck her chin in the air and Saul had the horrible feeling that that was the last word on the matter.

"I get a say in this," Saul spluttered.

"No you don't," Andreas said taking the kids side against him. "If that's what the kids want to call you that's what you are. Children decide who are their parents and who are their guardians."

Saul didn't have any words to say to that and he hated being so wrongfooted.

"Wait! That's it? You just keep doing it anyway and suddenly he's dad now?" Sky looked at Beatrix and Saul. "So if I'd just kept doing it he'd have shut up with the whole 'You have a father, Sky'?" Sky dropped his perfect accent to use his natural accent to mimic Saul.

"Yes," Beatrix said firmly.

"That's teenage girls." Andreas shrugged. "You can't tell them shit." Pride radiated out of him though as he pressed play on the film.

Saul was woken from sleep by the sound of a teenage boy scrambling up the outer wall of the house. Andreas's arm tightened around Saul as the quiet disruption of the night woke him too. Saul ran his hand up and down Andreas's arm to gentle him.

"It's just Sky, he thinks he's being sneaky but I heard him go out his bedroom window four hours ago." Saul rolled over and kissed a kiss to Andreas's bearded chin. He loved the feel of the scratch against the delicate skin of his lips.

"Why didn't I hear that?" Andreas frowned.

"You were fast asleep and Sky's quieter at leaving than he is returning. If I hadn't been hearing it for years I wouldn't have noticed over the sounds of the woods either." Saul closed his eyes and settled back down to sleep.

Andreas tensed in his arms at some stimuli Saul hasn't detected.

"Fuck. Beatrix is up!" Andreas threw himself out of bed just as the sound of electricity crackled and Sky screamed.

Saul was out of the bed immediately and they both crashed along the hallway to Sky's room. Beatrix stood in the doorway, her hands still glowing with magic. Inside the room came Sky's groans of pain. Saul breathed easier knowing his idiot boy was still alive and conscious enough to voice pain.

Andreas reached around Beatrix and flicked on the light. Sky was paid half on-half off his bed wearing clothes suitable for partying.

"Thank fuck you pulled your punch, Little Storm." Andreas gave her a one armed hug and pressed his face into her hair to hide the emotion on it.

Saul edged past them to check on Sky.

"I thought someone was breaking in!" Beatrix protested.

"Someone was." Saul crouched down next to Sky. "Up you get. Let me have a look at your injuries" Saul helped Sky up who leant heavily on him and they examined his skin for electrical burns. Other than singed hair and radiating static he was mostly ok. "Come on, into bed." Saul held Sky against him and motioned Andreas to pull back the covers so they could slip Sky beneath them.

"I hate to say if, Saul, but he'll need to sleep in our bed so we can keep an eye on him. Beatrix is a lot more powerful than she lets on. How much of the charge did you manage to pull back?" Andreas asked Beatrix.

"Not enough to be safe. I'm.....no I won't say it. Just don't scare me like that again! I thought something had come to kill us!" Beatrix said hiding her remorse and fright under scolding.

"Alright, you get to sleep in my bed again, Sky, just like when you were little." Saul ruffled his boy's hair.

"Worth it," Sky mumbled as Saul half carried him from the room.

"Wait! You're not sleeping in their bed without me! I will not be left out!" Beatrix dashed ahead of them and was snuggled under the covers by the time Saul and Sky reached the door.

"Alright then, just this once," Saul said firmly.

Beatrix nodded enthusiastically which Saul was pretty sure meant she would absolutely not be obeying his orders. Saul chose to ignore it and got Sky settled in bed beside him.

"I'm sorry I woke you," Sky said, tucking his head onto Saul's shoulder. "Thought I was being quiet."

"You always wake me when you go out at night." Saul ghosted a kiss over Sky's hair. It was nice to snuggle his not-so-little boy again.

"Window's closed, make some room for me,Beatrix or I'll squash you," Andreas said coming into the room and climbing over her so he could take his spot between her and Saul.

The four of them snuggled together on the slightly too small bed and drifted off to sleep as Beatrix's favourite lullaby played around them via her magic.

#saundreas #saul silva #beatrix of eraklyon #andreas of eraklyon #the eraklyons #sky of eraklyon #andreas/saul silva #fate winx saga #fate the winx saga #ftws

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apompkwrites · 1 year

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hello again I'm almost done drawing the characters I had sketches of our lil octopus in 2 versions one that's shiny and one chubby(my personal fav) my friend had brought up the idea what if lil octopus liked the way they liked but hid there size with a magical shell kinda like ursalas, so they can hide there octopus form and true form (that's all cute and chubby and squishy) so........

Lil octo had hated NRC ever since they came, since there brother has a lot of bad blood with other students cuz of his work, those students always picked on them, they weren't as strong and were small. They would tell azul or jade but they are always busy with school, clubs and work, and floyd would probably kill them or make things worst. So lil octo always delt with them, they let the students yell kick or what ever them just to get it over with, lil octo always hid the evidence from the other members in there dorm.

But today the bullying went a little too far. The students from savanclaw students were messing with them in the locker room after school. It went normal at start, name calling, some hair pulling and some grabbing there arms a little too hard. But one of the savanclaw members had noticed the necklace that was usually hidden in lil octo's shirt.

Savanclaw A"oooo what's this a shell necklace how pathetic, looks stupid and old"

For once the lil octo had panic, it was a new expression the members saw and had the idea to

Savanclaw b "Hey let wear it" as he ribbs it off there neck

FOOOSH

The everyone in the locker room had turn to see where that bright light came from even one of the main 3 from the Octavinelle.

What they saw was a chubby, big octopus.... it was lil octo,.. shaking with tears in there eyes scared...alone.... in there true form

Thats all idk why hope you have a nice day or night

hngghn and then and then octotrio go to investigate the noise D:

like at first, they go to see what happened because, to be fair, the twins are curious. what could have made a light they've only seen when some poor old freshy accidentally added a different ingredient in alchemy?

and then to their horror, more so azul if anything, they spot a familiar octopus on the floor, crying out and trying to flatten its pudgy body on the ground.

see, azul loves his little sibling it's just... life tore them apart when they were growing up. but seeing that familiar octo-form on the ground, hearing their heartwrenching cries, hearing the horrid words spewing from the other students, azul pushes himself to be a big brother. something he thought he was doing for the longest time but only just now made that clear to everyone around them.

"nonono, hush now," he would coo. he didn't need to utter a command to the twins, as the two had already taken it upon themselves to deal with the mocking students. he doesn't care that his suit is now all slimy and wet. all that he cares about is shielding his little sibling from the cruel world that shuns them for being born.

"it's okay, you're okay," his words of comfort barely reach (name)'s ears, the sobbing and sniffling overpowering any other sound. he'd wait for jade or floyd, he couldn't be bothered to check which twin it was, to hand him the magic shell necklace and he'd tie it around their neck, watching as their body turned human once more.

"a-azul," they'd stammer, burying their face in his shirt.

"there you are," he'd mutter, following after the twins, who had mysteriously garnered new stains and wrinkles in their suits, out of the locker room towards octavinelle.

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a nightmarehope's rambles

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kuruasu · 1 year

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Ok idk if I'm actually gonna write it but the idea won't get out of my head SO

Jimmy is a living toy, escaped from a server of giants so he's normal sized. Only it's a lot less Toy Story and a lot more The Doll People, where a toy getting seen moving has immediate magical consequences(in the book it was just getting frozen, but Angst, so the consequences for Jimmy would prob be much worse). The consequences don't actually exist outside of that server, but Jimmy either doesn't know that or has a lot of trauma about it(and this actually is why he's so stern about the Law, since he's lived his whole life Following The Rules Or Else) so he does whatever he can to stick to his rules. He's managed to wrap his head around 'people seeing him moving doesn't do anything', but interpreted that as 'the consequences hit bc they saw a toy moving, so long as no one knows he's a toy he's safe'. And since no one expects a person to be a toy and he's a fairly high quality, realistic toy, he gets away with it.

Until Joel.

The people of Tumble Town, and even some of the other rulers, are easily tricked, but Joel's a god. He takes one look at Jimmy and knows he's a magically-animated toy. He's seen weirder, so it wasn't a big deal to him until he referenced Jimmy being a toy. Jimmy, terrified of getting caught and being hit with the consequences, drastically denies it, and Joel grins. He thinks it's a bit, a toy pretending he isn't a toy and overreacting whenever it's brought up.

Joel tells the others about it, to have some fun and keep the bit going, so they start to join in on the joke. Jimmy is constantly halfway to a panic attack with how everyone's going on about it, waiting for the moment some joke crosses the line and the consequences finally hit him.

(The rulers are friends. They like to mess around, but none of them want to push a joke so far that someone actually gets hurt. If they knew he was actually uncomfortable, not just part of the bit, they'd stop. But Jimmy's too panicked to realize they think it's a bit and tell them to stop, and they don't notice.)

Things come to a head when Joel and Sausage introduce Hermes to everyone. Hermes is especially excited to meet Jimmy, as his dads had told him about the toy sheriff(Jimmy is a toy and Hermes is a statue, but there's not really much difference when they've both been magically brought to life the same). He doesn't get much further than 'you're just like me :D' when Jimmy stops him. Jimmy sees Hermes and sees a New Toy That Doesn't Know The Rules and desperately tries to stop him from breaking them. He's torn between terrified 'nonono don't let the child be hit with the consequences, he didn't know' and angry 'Joel has had it out for me forever, does he really hate toys so much that he'd make one and not explain the rules so he could watch him suffer'.

There's a lot of flailing and shouting that Hermes is a Real Person, Not A Toy, and that's when the others notice how genuinely distressed Jimmy is. And realize how genuinely distressed he's been this whole time. They feel terrible. Jimmy explains to Hermes(and, since he's having a full-on breakdown at this point and doesn't notice that he pulled him out of sight but not out of hearing range and regardless they followed them, to everyone) about the rules and the consequences and how so long as the others don't know they're toys, they're safe. The others are horrified, and rush to reassure him.

I'm not sure how it would end or where it would go from there, but there would def be comfort to answer for all that hurt.

#minecraft #empires smp #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #fanfic

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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another reason i'm happy for chap 2 is bts destroying all the narratives about them and women bpp. in the wild days of ✨discourse ✨ on tumblr, thank you for being the voice of reason. before i'd see people say bts avoids women because of armys, bts never works with women, bts hates women, bts has weird relationship with women, the relationships is weird because of armys. but what happened? rm worked with soyoon and now armys are listening to her music, became her fans, respecting her. jimin danced with women and nobody died. his female dancers are loved in fandom. suga has been working with women for a decade and the fandom never cared. all those bts - women theories and discourses just look so stupid now.

the same with the discourses about bts relating to other idols in hybe and general kpop. before covid bts played with txt and after covid in chap 2, bts returns playing with txt as their idol and comeback activities return to full. like normal like was always expected.

bpp my question is, where did these theories even come from?

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Hi Anon,

It's funny, isn't it? I mean, on one hand there's always a faction of the fandom that believes the members belong to them and cannot date anyone (male or female), just as there is in every other k-pop fandom. But as you said, the talking points in certain k-pop spaces about ARMY's overall response to BTS working with women, being around women, having friendships with women, especially in contrast with how BTS relates to ARMY, has zero basis in reality.

Outside of the usual fandom tone-policing and checking y/n shippers (and taekookers), the whole idea of BTS - women - ARMY as a whole having any sort of weird relationship is a very recent thing too, because this is not a talking point I saw anywhere in the fandom before 2020. Going by some forums I was in at the time, I suspect this particular 'concern' was started by fans of other k-pop groups in 2020 and I'll just leave it at that. Like I vividly recall a Taemin stan telling me without preamble to wake up to the fact BTS is "kept away" from women. With BTS's long history of working with and interacting with women whether or not ARMY was in the picture, none of those theories made any sense to me.

It's such an odd thing to even debate or discuss given everyone can see with their own eyes how that dynamic has played out for the last 10 years. There's no conspiracy or anything to even theorize about, far as I'm concerned, because many of their female friendships and work relationships are well known.

Nobody lost their shit when Ryujin was spending time with BTS, when she filmed the reel with BTS, and afterwards when she talked about working with them. And I can list off 10 other women (at least) who this is true for too.

I hear you too about BTS working with other idols especially within HYBE. It's true that while touring in 2019 BTS was very busy and appeared 'removed' from TXT who where just ramping up, and that since 2015 BTS had focused more on curating their own content/variety shows given they'd been repeatedly disrespected and blackballed by the Korean media establishment. But they still interacted with other idols and after they clarified their plans for Chapter 2, just continued as expected. But somehow, the talking point of BTS feeling 'too proud' to interact with the rest of k-pop (by k-pop stans), that too took on a life of its own, and was made to seem more nefarious than it actually was. I still find a bit amusing tbh.

I think one reason these sorts of theories about BTS and the most innocuous things get obsessed over as fact by k-pop stans, is because for a group like BTS, those people have nothing else to say. There's very little you can actually hold against a group like BTS. And I'm not saying that just because I'm a fan. The fact is with the history most k-pop groups have, very few of them could last anytime at all in BTS's position with the amount of scrutiny on the group.

A second reason is k-pop fans relying on pre-conceived notions about a group they don't like, and then applying the worst examples of issues they've seen in their own or other k-pop fandoms, to BTS and ARMY regardless of whether it applies. For example, VIXX is in the news lately because a member worked with a broker to dodge military service in Korea, but before now that group was notorious for some of the most disturbing kinds of fan-service I've ever seen in k-pop.

Exhibits:

A female fan giving Hakyeon her thong to sign

(A lot of k-pop stans back then and today think this is cute, but imagine for a second if this was a BTS member and ARMY lmao)

The group members designing thongs and other lingerie for their female fans

(I mean, I can see how this could be a flex but imagine for one sec if this was in BTS's history)

And there's the group including a BDSM contract for their fans in their album

(Almost 10 years later and I still don't know what to say...)

Another example is members of Shinee saying point blank they can't talk about their dating life because their fans have told them they don't like it.

I mean, imagine if BTS did any of that today. Heck imagine if they did that years ago. K-pop stans are still making them pay dividends for War of Hormone and mixtape lyrics from 2015, even after a Women Studies professor vets their work, even after HYBE has female CEOs for their sub-labels, and even after on Blind in Korea female workers say HYBE is the best company in the entertainment sector to work for.

A lot of the talking points, criticism, or discourse around BTS sounds bonkers, especially if you know what else is going on in the industry, what other groups are doing or have done with nary a mention from the wider k-pop fandom.

It reminds me of how Jimin was getting flamed for missed insurance payments because someone stole his mail, while during the same day the news broke, Yang Hyun-suk (the guy who manages BlackPink and is debuting Baby Monster this summer) was in court after a former female trainee in his company claimed he threatened to kill her, gave her drugs, and pimped her out. If you took a look at the trending k-pop pages on Twitter or k-forums, you'd think Jimin was the one facing a sentence and not the guy that remains at the helm of YG.

Because as I keep saying, for many k-pop stans, the underlying issues are less important than who those issues are about. Apply the same thinking to the theories you see about BTS and women.

Even in the case of outright dating rumors in the past 10 years, the fandom didn't collectively lose their shit. Jennie's case being the exception because she had the double misfortune of triggering the most unhinged side of the fandom (taekookers) and belonging to a group whose fandom has some of the most extreme rivalries with ARMY, and so many from her fandom worked to disprove it as virulently as taekookers did. I consider Jennie an anomaly for that reason because there have been several examples over the years when nobody cared. For example when the dating rumors of Jimin with Seulgi from Red Velvet happened, the most people did was speculate and move on...

I've rambled lol, but anyway, what I mean to say is that agree with you Anon.

#bts #kpop #bts and women #fandom behaviour #kpop fandom #bts army #bts fandom #Bangtan #K-pop #fandom discourse

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callmelyc · 9 months

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#2023JuLance

Week 3: Loverboy

"we need a distraction"

The words echo in lances mind as he watches the lights dim to nothing casting everything in pitch black.

"One that will hold attention long enough to snuff them out"

He takes a deep breath when the room falls to silence. Anticipation could be felt buzzing through the air, it was heedy, addicting-

"I have an idea"

Exhilarating.

The first note sounds, a secret signal from his team, the lights on the path come to life one by one causing excited murmur to envelope the room. Lance steps out into those first lights and with every step his form is more illuminated.

With every step the crowd roars.

He comes to a pause at the center, a smirk playing his lips "are we ready?" He says a bit sultry into the mic and the crowd explodes.

"Loverboy,loverboy,loverboy!" They chant, the lights lifting enough to dance across the massive concert crowd they'd managed to gather for this. And lance knows, this event will be one for the books.

A distraction without looking like one, a show streamed to the galaxies, a concert so big, a crowd so large its something lance knows popstars dream of.

And it's all for him.

All to catch an assassin.

Spotlights land on him, lances back is to the crowd as he starts the sway of his hip to the song. Red glittering fabric swishes around him when he spins to face his fans.

They scream, he chuckles. The music mellows to something softer, something more fitting.

The lyrics fall from his lips with ease.

"oh, did you miss me

Walk on water just to kiss me-"

Lances steps lead forward, walking slowly down the stage path lit for him in deeply colored hues. With ever step his heels click, with every step he sways his hips just enough to keep all eyes on him as he sings.

"Well come and get me,

Drag me out...destroy me"

A song chosen to double as a taunt, a song to serenade his onlookers into his presence.

"I've been expecting you, I'm ready-"

A plan that's both a distraction and a lure, lance hopes he's enough. His voice the siren call to capture everyone in its wake.

He continues his song keeping up with the slow but hypnotic dance across the stage, moving forward to back working the crowd with all he's got. Lance knows something is up when he spots Keith and shiro moving towards the stage from their original positions on the wall.

He pretends he doesn't notice.

The background chorus pidge had set for him is singing "dream girl, evil" when he hears it, there's movement not far behind him. Lance quietly curses, the mic not picking up on it yet it's too late to stop now.

They were supposed to get this guy before he reached the stage.

But it's no matter, he can deal.

So as lance does, he ups the anti. He puts more energy than this song normally has, puts his own twist to it, his own smugness to try and get this guy into the path his team needs.

"Oh, did I disappoint you-" he sings low, sultry

"did mommy make you sad?" A quick sharp glance to the side that snaps forward back to his crowd.

The movement pauses, but only briefly.

"do I remind you of everyone that made you mad?"

He steps to the left in time to dodge a hit "make me perfect, make me your fantasy~"

Lance dodges another by twirling gently to the right and kneeling to the ground. With every attempt he dodges with a dance making use of all the footwork he learned through dance classes, shiro and krolia.

No matter how hard this guy tries lance won't let him ruin this show, he sings on as if it's all apart of what these people came to see.

Another hip sway, a dramatic twirl to dodge again slowly inching this guy to the edge of the stage-

"Ya know I deserve it,

Take it out on me"

When the chorus hits he sings with power doing one last turn to kick this guy off the stage right into shiro and Keith's awaiting arms

"Am I your dream girl!"

Watching from his peripheral lance makes sure to strut forward gathering all eyes on him so no one sees his team escort a man out in handcuffs. The song continues on until it's finished, crowd cheering and roaring in glee.

He knows the mission is a success when the next song that plays is the ok signal.

He smirks again and puts on the show of a lifetime the rest of the night. Who would lance be if he didn't provide love for his adoring fans.

Later after he seduces his crowd and sings love songs for the entire universe his team shares that the mission went well, all thanks to their loverboy.

#lance vld #vld lance #voltron #lance mcclain #julance #vld #concert lance concert lance #he has a whole set list btw #yall can imagine the other songs and def include spanish pove songs in there #id change the lyrics to fit him gender wise but fuck that singing has no gender go for it bby #apologies to anyone that cringes bc the mommy tho it just feels like such a good smug taunt line i kept it in #Spotify

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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I request yandere hank (from madcom obv) with an agent from A.A.H.W darling

Yeah sure! My first actual Madness Combat request that isn't the Emoji game stuff I did ^^. Enemies to One-sided Lovers let's go-

I hope it's good! First time writing Madness and all-

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton with A.A.H.W! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Attempted murder, Kidnapping, Implied stalking, Manipulation, Intimidation, Forced relationship, One-sided love, Murder/Death mention, Sadism.

- You're already miserable as is....

- The A.A.H.W has poor working conditions and you're already under the constant threat of being murdered.

- Via the Auditor, Hank himself, or an experiment gone wrong....

- You're already rather on edge in your suit, the weapon you wield being a basic handgun.

- You are aware your purpose is to be fodder.

- Yet you don't have a choice.

- When you finally meet Hank J. Wimbleton, you give it your all.

- You do what you can when it comes to damaging him.

- You at least show more skill than other agents your rank....

- Enough to win mercy from the murderous man.

- Hank doesn't talk much and he himself isn't too sure why he hasn't killed you like the rest.

- You have mixed emotions about the position you're in, he can tell.

- Even when you're pinned to the floor, his weapon pointed at your face, you hold your gun at him.

- Even when you know you'll die either way you persevere....

- Which may have been what made Hank leave you be.

- Mercy is normally never in Hank's vocabulary.

- He takes joy in mowing through Grunts like they were nothing.

- However, here he is, gazing thoughtfully at the now unconscious agent in front of him.

- He leaves you be, continuing on with his goal whatever it may be.

- Hank's sudden act of mercy scares you.

- What will the Auditor say about this?

- Is Hank just saving you for later?

- What made you catch his eye?

- Hank is a very hard Yandere to read.

- You won't entirely know why he likes you, he just does.

- Completely by chance it seems.

- This is not the first encounter you have with him, either.

- Far from it.

- You'll meet him again, this time with somewhat better gear.

- Then you'll see, once Hank catches sight of you, he ignores everyone else and beelines it for you.

- Others can try to stop him, you can also try to run, but he has a goal.

- He doesn't care about the other Grunts or agents. He'll end them with ease if they try to stop him.

- He wants this one.

- Hank wants you.

- Once he catches you he just... stares.

- His grip is tight around you, you hear faint pants from behind his mask.

- Hank likes to look at you.

- Even if you are on opposite sides, you trying to kill him and failing miserably, he finds himself adoring how you feel against him.

- Sure, you're fighting him when he pins you in a secluded place....

- But you're just so pretty to look at.

- You didn't think your job could get any worse.

- Yet now you are learning that Nevada's most wanted is obsessed with you.

- Hank plays this little game of chase for awhile before he finally shifts to just, stealing you from your place of work.

- You can't tell if you're relieved or terrified....

- You were almost used to the threats with working for A.A.H.W.

- Now you had to figure out if you could survive with Hank breathing down your neck and dragging you around Nevada.

- Hank's also incredibly close to you all the time even if you fight him about it.

- He's like a strange cat.

- Observing you and yearning for you to touch him for affection.

- Your touch surprisingly calms this murderous beast.

- Even if you're aggressive he finds it cute and funny when you pound against his chest/back.

- Don't worry about Deimos and Sanford not trusting you, Hank makes it clear why you're here.

- Hank's weird obsession over this one agent actually throws the two for a loop-

- Hank also doesn't want the agency finding you, fearing they'd terminate you.

- So you're forced to give up that suit and shades you grew accustomed to-

- Instead you'll be given clothing he managed to collect. (Probably from dead bandits or something-)

- That way no one can find you/recognize you.

- No one would want to mess with who Hank cares about anyways, unless they have a death wish.

- You aren't sure if your odds for survival increased or decreased after this.

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