#the worst time was when she asked if i had been gaining weight

[prettyboysmlm]

and so starts my hell

(venting in tags)

#i hate thanksgiving #i hate it when my yaya comes over #i hate my family #my mom always gets pissy and yells at me for not spending time with my yaya #but the thing is!! all she fucking does is insult me!!!! #‘you eat weird’ ‘your clothes look awful’ ‘why don’t you act normal?’ #the worst time was when she asked if i had been gaining weight #when i was actively losing weight from not eating properly #like wow thanks 14 yo me looooved that you said that and totally didn’t have a breakdown after :))))) #also the fact that i have a weak ass stomach so even eating the smallest portions that i can at dinner still makes me sick #but they both still get on me for being a picky eater #i can’t wait to be 18 and i never have to see them again #vent tw #ed tw

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Neteyam is aged up.

Chapter 2

Synopsis: Reader is unhappy with her human life. She works for the lab as a cook. She's a Dreamwalker and she spends every free day she gets walking through Pandora's forests. In one of those days, Neteyam sees her but she doesn't notice him. He falls in love, seeing how happy she is amidst nature. Neteyam finds out she's actually a human in an Avatar, so, he finds a way to go where her real body is. He hates to admit it but, seeing her in her human body, he realizes he still loves her. After watching her, he notices how she's always happier when she's in her Avatar, so, he develops a deeper connection to her. However, he becomes obsessive. Reader has only heard about him, the famous son of Jake Sully and future Olo'eyktan, praised for his great achievements as a young Omatikaya. After getting reader's attention, Neteyam asks her to choose to live forever in her Avatar, becoming his mate and making tsaheylu with him, gaining a new home as a fresh member of his tribe. Reader is scared and torn, since, even though she's intensely attracted to him and only truly enjoys life when she's Dreamwalking, she doesn't really know him and she's afraid of dying when trying to go past Eywa's eye. But Neteyam just won't give up on her that easily.

♡ This is Reader's Avatar

☆ This is the official playlist for this story, the songs I listen to while working on it.

CW: angst, reader hates her life, neteyam is like her "secret admirer" but he eventually becomes obsessed, so, it gives off some creepy vibes, possessive neteyam, forbidden love, neteyam is REALLY protective over her, neteyam isn't really fond of humans (hates them) and only makes an exception for reader, TRIGGER WARNING for a few depression symptoms (such as reader holding back tears and looking miserable really often), stalking, obsessive behavior & possessiveness

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Finally, this fanfic is out!! lots of people seemed to love the tiny sneak peek I posted so... I hope you guys will love the fanfic itself too hehe I'm so relieved I could finally post it ooof My environment is the worst EVER rn & i haven't had any motivation or focus to write lately BUT i seem to be getting out of that damned writer's block I was in (ITS THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD UGH HATE IT TO DEATH)

Not proofread. My life is a hurricane, so, we don't work with proofread stories here. Hope you find it in your hearts to forgive me, my angels :')

na'vi words:

yawne - beloved

tsaheylu - the neurological bond the na'vi make with their mate, through their tendrils, at the end of their long braid.

Chapter 1

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I love your touch, cold as ice

And I love every single tear you cry

I just love the way you're losing your life

Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are

Oh, my darling, completely torn apart

Gone With The Sin (HIM)

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Neteyam would look at you every moment he could. He didn't have that much free time since he was the Olo'eyktan's son and had so many responsibilities weighting on his shoulders. But he would always make any sacrifice he needed to make to find time to see you. Even if it meant using the few hours he had to himself to contemplate you. His sad, gloomy-eyed, beautiful girl. You were not actually his yet, but, he was determined to make that change.

Neteyam saw you holding back tears way too damn often, so, he was always deeply worried about you, and, that was one of the reasons why he was always creeping around, high up in branches of trees located in Hell's Gate, watching over you, almost every day, ready to help you, defend you from any danger, to say "screw it" to how out of the blue it would be if he - a stranger, a male na'vi stranger - just came up to you and said "hey, I've been watching you for a while, and… I'm so, so in love with you. Please, leave this damn idiotic human life you live and let Eywa help you be transferred to your Avatar body for good, just like she helped my father. You're so insanely pretty like this - and I have never felt attracted to any female of your demon kind before, so, believe me when I talk about your beauty - but you look even prettier when you're in your Avatar form. Let me make you my mate, let me make you the future Olo'eyktan's mate. I can give you a far better life than the one you have now"

He knew he was just a weird alien boy (as the humans would probably say), stalking you, always up in the highest tree branches he could find and reach, watching a girl while she cooks - as it was your job - like a hunter watching their prey. But he meant no harm. On the contrary, he meant to take care of you, to save you from it all. Because he wasn't blind. Neteyam saw how unhappy you looked while peeling potatoes (he knew what they were because his dad who was once human told him and his siblings about how delicious that vegetable from Earth tasted, especially when it was made as French fries) to cook on the high-tech stove the humans used to prepare their meals in and prepare mashed potatoes to those damn lab guys who invaded his Planet and did nothing but harm.

Neteyam thought it to be unnecessary. His future mate could easily prepare the same potatoes in a bonfire he would light up for you in the Omatikaya forest. He knew they would taste even better roasted in the natural fire than just plainly cooked in that energy fueled cooking device the humans used. He could give you a life so incredibly better than the one you had right now, it pained him to see his yawne working so hard to feed every damn scientist in that cold, air-conditioned lab while not being as appreciated and thanked by them as you deserved to be. You could be preparing food to feed his children instead, the sons and daughters he would give you, if only you accepted becoming his forever mate.

He hated the humans. They didn't know how to lead a proper life. But you were different.

Neteyam knew how breathtaking you looked in a na'vi like body because the first time he saw you, you were in your Avatar body - as you were a Dreamwalker - and that's when he fell in love with you. But he learned to love your human body too. He could never hate you, even in your human form. You were the only human he did not despise.

The day Neteyam first saw you, he was out in the forest to hunt and gather food, collecting bladder polyps, lionberry seeds and trying to kill a hexapede, so, he could bring all of it home and him and his family could eat a nutritious dinner.

That's when he heard a squeaky, funny laugh. It was a female voice, he recognized. Neteyam followed that sound just like he was a sailor and the girl whose laugh he heard was a mermaid, bewitching his senses and drawing him closer.

When he saw you, it was like his heart was going to explode in a thousand pieces, so fast it was beating inside his rigid ribcage, so strongly the blood was being pumped through his arteries. He knew he had to make you his mate, to have you forever.

Neteyam had always been a practical and rational young man, he had to be. He was the eldest son and had to look after his 3 younger siblings and not show a single sign of weakness when his father would scold him in a harsh tone, whenever any of his siblings - specially his younger brother, Lo'ak -, got into trouble and somehow, Neteyam ended up having to take responsibility over their actions. "But that girl… that beautiful, ethereal girl… she makes me believe in things I've never even considered before. I know it sounds stupid to say that about a girl I just met, only some minutes ago but I don't care", he thought. Only he and Eywa herself knew the raw, powerful feeling he was experiencing at that moment. He just wanted to let go for a while. To not force himself to be all brains, zero heart for once, just once. And you were gifting him the opportunity to do just that. Your beauty was so enchanting, it could leave any creature in awe.

His father had once told him about Christianity, one of the most popular religions back on the glory days of the Planet Earth, and, of course he didn't follow those beliefs, his spirituality was completely based on Eywa, the Great Mother, the spirit and moving energy of Pandora, but, if the beings called "angels" his father talked about were real, Neteyam was utterly sure that they could only look like you.

You were perfect. Every curve of your body, every bioluminescent freckle, every pattern of your stripes, your long dark braided hair falling like water on your flawless back, as you kept smiling and touching every single flower you could see, playing in a foolish way, just like a child. He felt a primal urge coming from his guts to make tsaheylu with you right there, right at that moment.

So many thoughts roamed through Neteyam's mind: "I need her… right here, right now. She's… ugh… I've never felt anything like this before… What's going on with your stupid mind, Neteyam?! You can't just choose any girl to be your mate, you'll be the next Olo'eyktan, remember?! The best choice would be a girl who has a calling to be Tsahìk. Maybe your parents will try to arrange a marriage, to find the perfect match for you. Damn! Who am I trying to fool? She is the only perfect match for me…"

Neteyam started to watch you go about the forest every chance he got.

When he found out you were actually a Dreamwalker, a human in a body created in a laboratory, a hybrid of demon and na'vi, a freak... It was like his world was falling apart, piece by tiny piece crashing on the floor. How did he not notice your fifth finger before?! Was he that much under your spell, that blinded by how beautiful and charming you were?, he asked himself.

So, he told himself he was going to find a way to at least see what your true form looked like. He hissed at the thoughts and feelings you had caused him the whole way to Hell's Gate, where the laboratory was and where he knew all the humans that stayed in Pandora and had an Avatar stayed.

When Neteyam saw you in your human body, he got hit by something as strong as lightning. The moment he sniffed your sweet scent (the smell you had in your Avatar had notes of your original human scent, as your DNA was used to build that body), the moment he recognized that melodious voice… The expression in those eyes, that smile, that laughter… it was you. His yawne.

He didn't understand how that was possible, what he was feeling. Nevertheless, he realized he still loved you. His heart still beat fast for you. It didn't matter which physical form you took. Na'vi or human. You were you. And he loved you. Madly.

His people had a great contempt towards the ones who Dreamwalked. They were "demons in false bodies", like his grandma and his mother always said. And Neteyam himself felt the same. Worse, he had felt disgusted by the love and desire you made him feel, back when he watched you wandering around the Omatikaya lands, when you would jump like a little kid, so happy playing with the bioluminescent, neon plants of the forest.

But, still, that feeling lingered inside him. The attachment, the deep affection, the devotion… He could not comprehend it.

All Neteyam could grasp was that he hated all humans, but you were the only exception.

Even though you were originally human, you had a na'vi heart. He just knew that. As crazy and impossible as it sounded, he figured out it was true. And that blew his mind. That sorrowful girl he was seeing cooking in a small technological kitchen was not the same one he had seen at the forest. But it was, at the same time. It apparently made no sense, but it actually did. You were not where you belonged. You did not belong imprisoned among those four walls that the other humans kept you in. That you were keeping yourself in. You belonged free amidst the Pandoran trees. You did not belong in those big human clothes. You belonged in a comfortable loincloth and a big leaf necklace covering your beautiful breasts, letting the wind hit your skin.

You seemed out of place in that environment you were currently in. And that made Neteyam feel something so overpowering. He knew it was useless to try and fight it. He was not even sure if he even wanted to fight it anymore. That feeling was good. It felt just like what he felt when he thought you were a na'vi girl. He even felt attracted to you, even though he still thought you looked much prettier in your Avatar body.

He was fully aware you were one of the demons. But you were not like the rest of them. You were special. He could tell that. He could tell you'd be a hundred per cent happier if he could convince you to become na'vi. And that's exactly what he was planning to do. He still did not know how, but he would find a way.

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[ddejavvu]

could you write abt Spencer and reader finding out theyre having twins? ♥️

Morgan was thrilled to have the privilege of knowing your baby's gender before you did. You hadn't been aware of your pregnancy for weeks, attributing the morning sickness to a stomach bug that your friend had passed to you and passing off the slight weight gain as bloating. But Spencer had been surprisingly busy at work these past few months, and when you eventually realized that the last unprotected sex you'd had was around the time you'd started noticing these symptoms, you were both pretty convinced that it was an unplanned pregnancy.

It was difficult waiting to look at the ultrasound photos, and covering your eyes while the doctor checked on the health of your sweet baby was the worst part. But you wanted to announce both the pregnancy and the gender at the same time to the rest of the BAU, and Morgan was the first person you'd thought of to reveal the news. He'd been more than happy - smug, even - to be the first one to see any evidence of the little life inside of you, and he'd walked out of the doctor's office with you beaming bright enough to rival the sun.

Now, only one day after your first ultrasound, you're sitting around a table in Rossi's backyard. You're not sure how Morgan got Rossi to lend out his mansion without telling him about your pregnancy, but you suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if one more person knew. Really, you're more looking to make Garcia squeal so loud she sets off the neighbor's dog.

"Alright, alright," Derek taps his spoon against his glass. Garcia's eyes shoot over to him and she nearly jumps out of her chair, and you wonder if Derek had teased a surprise to her yet.

"There's something Mr. and Mrs. Reid want to tell you," He gestures to you, and Spencer looks to you for an introduction to the topic.

"Do you remember when I got sick a few months ago?" You glance around the table, and faces wrinkle in concern. You suppose everyone is expecting a horrible diagnosis, but they nod anyways.

"Yeah, Spence had to take off from work," JJ recalls, "Is everything okay? Did it come back?"

"Uh," You fiddle with your napkin, "No. Not really? Or- it sort of never left. And I won't be, uh, cured, for another few months."

"Was it a parasite?" Rossi wonders, brows furrowed.

"Well.." Spencer considers, "Technically? But, the good kind."

"The good kind of parasite..." Aaron repeats.

You can't stand the suspense, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh- oh!" There's a round of cheers throughout your guests, big beaming smiles and staccato claps that morph into bear hugs. Penelope giggles at the news, but you don't have time to ask if she's making fun of your sex life before Derek taps his glass again.

"Yes, okay, okay, fantastic work you two, but I'm not done."

Curious eyes turn towards him as he pulls a gift bag from beneath his seat, "I was selected to know the gender of the baby before any of you guys," He boasts, "And I've got a cute little outfit in this bag for the lucky baby."

"Let's see," You gush, "Open it, Spencer!"

Your husband's nimble fingers dig through layers of green tissue until they hit woven wool. He pulls out a blue-knit sweater vest, and his face morphs into a sweet smile.

"A boy!" He cheers, looking over at you with starry eyes, "Y/N, we're having a baby boy!"

"Oh," You gush, visions of tiny fingers and toes filling your mind, "Spencer, you're gonna be a boy dad!"

"Derek, please? Please can I do it now?" Penelope asks, effectively breaking you out of your reverie.

"Yes," Derek laughs, motioning her over to you, "Go ahead. Should'a known, patience is not your virtue."

"Shut up!" She gushes, yanking another bag from beneath her seat and racing over to you as best she can in heels on wet grass, "Y/N! A little something extra for mom."

"Oh," You gush, taking the bag from her, "You knew?"

"I needed her help," Derek explains, sorry that he'd spoiled your secret but rushing you to open the gift bag, 'Now hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!" You let out a breathy laugh, reaching into the tissue paper, "Y'know, I'm pregnant, you can't stress me- out..."

Your fingers hit tulle, and you pull out a pretty pink dress.

You're confused. Sure, girls can wear blue sweater vests, boys can wear pink dresses. But you'd assumed the colored clothing items pertaining to a gender reveal party would be fitting into more traditional gender roles for the sake of symbolism, and leave you with answers, not questions.

"Penelope?" You raise an eyebrow at her, and she grins gleefully at you.

"Twins!" She shrieks, "You're having twins! One boy, and one girl!"

Spencer drops the sweater in his hands.

"Twins," You repeat, mouth slowly falling open, 'Oh my god, there's two?"

"Twins," Spencer parrots, looking at your stomach with a growing grin, "Twins? There's two babies?"

"There's two babies," Penelope gushes, and Derek hands over an envelope of ultrasound photos, "You're gonna have two babies!"

"Three days ago we didn't even know there was one," Spencer marvels, and your hands tremble as you pull out the photos. There, clear as day on the grainy photo, are two outlines, one baby on the left and the other on the right.

"Oh my god," Spencer whispers, reaching over to brush his slender fingers over the photos, "Those are our babies."

"Those are our babies," You repeat, tears budding in your eyes, "Spencer, we're having twins."

"Congratulations, you two," JJ smiles sweetly at you from across the table, and Hotch and Rossi offer you similar well-wishes, "So Spencer, you're gonna put together two cribs?"

"I don't think it'll be safe for me to put together one," He remembers the time he'd tried fixing your broken kitchen chair, and your poor cat had made the mistake of jumping onto it. Needless to say, that incident produced not only a pile of wood, but an angry cat.

"I'll do it," Morgan chuckles, "I want both of your babies to make it into adulthood."

"And I'll buy two times the presents," Penelope promises, "But if they're anything like Reid, I might need help affording the two teeny tiny microscopes."

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[thatguywhofedme]

A lardy death to go

Chapter 1

The first experience

It was your first day on the job as a food delivery driver

You were excited for it and it was a job you needed, but you also heard about the horror stories a delivery driver could go through sometimes and you were expecting the worst

But you know there was also a good side to your line of work, seeing all the food you could get after work, getting to know your area more and especially when it comes to meeting new people, you never know what could happen and that was part of the excitement

Your first day went pretty well, you had your run of the mill customers (guy who doesn't tip, Karen's,etc.) But you had one final delivery that popped up and it was a big one, you had to park your car backwards at McDonald's just so you can fit the entire order in, then it was just a matter of following the gps

You thought it could have been for a party or something like a normal person would think, but my god you were wrong

You got in the driveway and realized that there was only one van parked in front of the house and thought it was weird but okay

You approached the front door and rang on the doorbell

You heard someone yelling "the door is uuuuff unlocked, you can bring it into the UUURRPP living room"

With that said, you opened the door and thought to yourself that the voice sounded out of breath just from talking which was odd to you

When you entered the house and went into the living room, that's when it all became clear to you

You saw someone sitting on their couch, demolishing what could have been the third kfc bucket and licking their fat finger after finishing the last chicken breast

"Aaaaahhh thank you for BOOOAARRPP coming in, I hate heaving my FFFFRRRRRHHHHHTTT fat ass from the couch to pick up my order"

It wasn't hard to understand why, with that fat face being lowered by a double chin that resembled a stack of pancakes, arms bigger than your own thighs, a belly that was resting between some jiggly, meaty thighs completed with a gigantic ass that was wider than the person who's on top of it

It was your first time seeing someone this big outside of sometimes watching "my 600lbs life", but you weren't hating it, on the contrary, you became really excited and horny by the sight of this behemoth

"Of course, the pleasure is all mine and I can understand not wanting to move after a good meal" you said after winking at them

They became flustered and started rubbing their big belly

"Well, I'm glad we can agree on this, but don't you think for a second this was a "good meal" for me, that was just an appetizer" they said giggling

"Well in that case, you better order up, we wouldn't want you to go hungry" you said as you slapped their belly

"I'll be back when you order something else, don't keep me waiting"

You left as they were completely in shock while being incredibly turned on, so much so they started digging into the order you just brought up and stuff themselves silly no matter how dirty they became

You got in your car and we're also in shocked, especially because of how you acted towards them, so confident, dominant and controlling

You kind of scared yourself a little, but you felt amazing and you couldn't wait for the fat whale to order more so you can tell them to eat up

Chapter 2

The routine

You became a regular at their house, delivering feast after feast each day for them to stuff themselves

You were also becoming an unabler to their diet, buying butter and lard to make the orders a "little" more fattening for your own pleasure

They told you they used to weigh 523lbs when they met you, but now, after 8 months, they were now at 612lbs, which they couldn't be more happy about

She explained to you what a feedee and feeder was after you asked them why they were willing to gain so much weight and that's when you realized you were a feeder And loving it

One night after finishing your delivery and realizing they were your last one, you decided to stay a little longer and see if you could feed them yourself

You opened the door and got into the living room where you saw them eating like the slobby pig they are

Their belly was enormous, almost reaching their ankle when they sat down

Their face has become even fatter, so much so they were now slurring their words sometimes because of how much they've grown

Their ass has become a new shelf, with packs of leftover food laying on it

Literally everything on their body has grown much fatter

"Heeeyy gorgeous… I'm sho happy to see UUUUURRPPPP your sexy ass in FFFRRRHHHTT aaaaahhh my living room"

Without saying a word, you go over and feed them the rest of their huge burger with some "small" sausages on the side

You didn't even wait for them to finish eating, you stuff bite after bite in their mouth whether their ready or not

You could hear them moaning and you also got a lot hornier as the minutes passed by

After the burgers, it was time for the sausages

"UUUUFFFF please, I'm…. not….. sure BUUUAAAARRRRRRPPPP I'll be….. able to finish all….. of this……"

"Listen carefully, because I won't say it twice

you wanted me as your feeder, you got it, you wanted me to personally deliver all your food, you got it

But now, I want you to finish everything I brought for you, otherwise, let's just say the food you see is not the only thing that's gonna go in your mouth, I found other ways of making you eat you massive pig !!!"

They couldn't believe how more dominant you have become and with what you said, you heard them almost yell, but realize they had just came on the sofa

"I'm sorry, did you just cum without me letting you ?"

They bit their lip and looked at you, face all red and sweaty with terrified eyes, they knew they had fucked up, even if they truly couldn't control themselves around you

"I…I…….yes i did"

You took the huge sausages beside them and began forcing them in their mouth one by one

"You better swallow every last one of them, you're already in for a big punishment, but I still want you to eat all of them you greedy pig"

Has they started to choke a little from the sheer amount you were putting in their mouth, their cheeks becoming so swollen they were turning red and with them struggling to breath, you knew you were doing the right thing for them to grow at the pace you want

After all the sausages have gone through their gullet, you saw them puffing just from having to breath because of how painfully stuffed their stomach was

"HUFFF…..HUFF…..HUFF….FUCK….ME……PLEASE…..FFFFRRRRRHHHHHTTT"

you heard them yell at you as they couldn't speak quieter then that from how exhausting it would have been

You took their meaty, jiggly, cellulite riden thighs apart as much as you could and lifted their gut up with a lot of effort, but when your head went in between, you knew they were going to get it tonight, they couldn't have all this fat to play with and not have someone fuck them senseless

When you started doing your thing, you felt perfectly at home, you knew there had to be more, more fat to love, enjoy, fuck and jiggle

You simply needed to make them fatter, even fatter than in your wildest fantasies and you knew they felt the same way

Chapter 3

Life goes on.... For now....

It had been a year ever since you fucked them senseless and in that time, you wouldn't have imagined what would happen afterwards

You didn't just deliver to their house anymore, you're now their caretakers and live in their house

Helping them with everything 24/7

It could be something as simple as helping them get up from the bed using the railings connected to them and the bariatric walker, going in the shower with them as they put their wide ass on the shower chair that was specially fitted for them while you take a sponge and wash in between their many, many rolls of jiggly lard, as well as letting them know their doing an amazing job as your fat piggy with a little "helping hand" from under their now almost unreachable fupa

Or it could also mean helping them with the oxygen tank they need to have with them at all times if they don't want to pass out from the exhausting movement that is moving their near immobile body from one room to another by changing the bottles when their empty

In any case, you're there to make sure they eat more each meal and get fatter by the hours

Speaking of which, you've grown darker with every pound they've gained and every fantasy they told you

From getting treated like a literal pig by never taking a shower, eating from a trough, doing everything on the floor form eating to fucking and making piggy sounds to being so fat, their heart struggles and hurts all the time and to suffocate the pain they can only open their mouth and let everything flow through to relieve the pain

As you were preparing their next feast, you were mesmerized by the enormous sight on the broken couch

They had grown so much ever since you became their at home feeder

Especially since the last bariatric scale you've gotten, which had a capacity of 750lbs said "error" while trying to weigh them a couple of months ago

They were finishing up their second cake by hand like the good piggy they were, and even that was getting difficult from them as their arms were becoming really heavy with all that fat hanging and their fingers becoming too fat to make any kinds of movement

Their flabby chest hanging on both sides of their body while their stretchmarks riden belly was touching the floor as they're cellulite covered ass was taking the entirety of the couch

They were always out of breath no matter what they did, with all that lard crushing their insides, you could understand why they had their cannula at all times, but that's perfect, you thought they look beautiful with their unhealthy look, bite after bite nearing another heart attack

Yes, I did say another, two months ago, while getting funnel fed a lard shake and getting fucked by you, they started to say how tight their chest was becoming as they swallowed the liquid, but as they were about to finish, they started to touch their chest where their heart was

"HONN..UUUURRRPPP..EEYYYY…..my heart….it'sh beating really….fassht….I think…..FRRRTTHHH…thish..ish….it……AWWWWW FUCK"

You weren't scared at all, ok the contrary, you took the tube out of their mouth, took the pizza nearby and started force feeding them while their heart was giving out

"YESSS, that's the moment we've been waiting for

EAT !!!! I want you to eat everything I give you no matter how bad it hurts

I want to see your heart pop as you take your last breath doing what you do best, stuffing your pig mouth"

You heard a moan escaping their mouth as they were clutching their heart, swallowing as fast as they could as you fed them with no signs of mercy

But after a while, they seem to have regained their composure and their heart wasn't hurting as much anymore

"HUFFFF….you know…..what…that meansh…?"

"What's that gorgeous ?"

"I'm not…..fat …..enough …yet…..feed…BOOOAARRPP……me….more…please

Feed…me….into my….early grave…like the slobby….mmmh…disgusting……piggy I am…..oink….oink"

From that day on, you've been even more unforgetful whit your feeding method

You've been putting weight gain powder,lard and melted butter in EVERYTHING

They were all but too happy to oblige and take everything you were giving them

You both knew there was no coming back, you had to make them so fat justovijg a little would cause some the risk of another heart attack to appear

You had to close those arteries and cover their heart in unhealthy coats of fat

You had to make them as unhealthy as possible no matter what it took

This is your piggy and the fun was just getting started

Chapter 4

The fatal one

As you walk through the hallway with your trolley with gallons of lard shakes, you realized how lucky you are of having the life you got

You're the caretaker to an immobile piggy who hasn't moved in a long time, their health getting worse by the day just the like you both want, it's gotten so bad that you had to fit a mechanized crane on top of them if you wanted to clean them or fucked them

Their health was now a mountain of obesity related issues

Ranging from at least type 2 diabetes, hypertension that as gone through the roof, multiple strokes a year which they called "ooopsies" which was the cutest name for them, their breathing was now so bad, the cpap was struggling to feed them fresh air

All in all, you've done an amazing job of feeding them without any restrictions and they did their part of keeping that belly packed to the point of exploding at any given time

You both knew they were certainly on the verge of having "the big one" as you called it as you entered their fully furnished bariatric room and looked at the display on top of them showing "1126 lbs" in bright red

"Hello there piggy, hope your ready for me to turn the feeding machine back on"

They could only blink as they couldn't really do anything anymore

Their body so completely engulfed by fat even talking was a restraint as the fat was pushing against their vocal cords and their arms were standing up, not because they wanted to, but because all the fat surrounding them was keeping them up with how much of the stuff there was

Their belly was so impressive it was spilling on both sides of their bariatric bed which was an achievement on itself

You've grown them to such an epic proportion even the bariatric bed was creaking just from how much weight there was to support

The bed's side rails had broken a long time just from the sheer force that was pushing on them when they tried to adjust themselves on the bed one last time before you both decided it was best to let the piggy themed face mask, which was both a feeding tube and an air cannula forcing as much oxygen as possible just for their lungs to feel something to work with, at all times to make them bloated at all times

You saw that the feeding tank was nearly empty, so you started taking the containers and pour the unhealthy liquid one after the other

You knew it was working when you hear a small moan coming front them meaning the flow was much better

After you were done, you sat on a nearby seat and started talking

"I know you don't have much time and you could die at any given times, which is why instead of being your bad death feeder, I wanted to thank you

Thank you for being your amazing self and becoming the fattest person to wanna eat themselves to death

Thank you for being the best feedee someone could ever ask for, you just kept on stuffing yourself no matter how hard it got or how bad it hurts,

But mostly, thank you for giving me this incredible opportunity, I couldn't have dreamed of a better life and it's all thanks to you

I love you and I'm by your side no matter what happens"

Tears started coming out and when you looked at them to see their reaction

They were also crying, their eyes getting red, the heart monitor going even faster

they were also trying to say something that was muffled by all the fat surrounding their face

You got up and told them

"Sorry baby, I couldn't hear you properly"

And in a very low whisper they said

'i…………..love …………..you………….too………."

You smiled, lifted their mask which hasn't been turned on yet and give them a passionate kiss

You were so happy in that moment and nothing could have changed that

But then, as the mask wasn't on them

They started to breath in an even more unsettling way

Their eyes started bulging as the hear monitor became ballistic with bpm's of 196 started showing

THIS WAS IT !!!!!!

You started the feeding machine back on and the lard began pouring again as they were truly struggling to stay alive, you were hornier than you've ever been and started straddling as much of their big belly as you could

Their face became reder and reder by the seconds, then it became purple with lard coming out of their mask as they struggle to swallow with what was happening

Until you saw the life in their eyes disappear and the heart monitor do a "beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………" as you knew it had been fatal

Even as their body began turning white, you decided to let them machine on to finish the liquid

After 30 minutes, the tank was empty and the only part of their body with some color was their gut as you could see the redness of how bloated it was, but also surprised at the fact that it didn't explode from the inside

Unfortunately, after 9 years of being their feeder

it was all over

you were sad about it even if you knew this was coming a looooong time ago

You've lost them, but have accomplished your ultimate goal and their most important wish in life

feeding them to death

Chapter 5

Who's next ?!?

After what happened, you decided to go and not look back, not knowing what could have happened to you if you would have stayed until the police, medical crew and crane have arrived to lift their corpse out of their house

You kept it low key, out of the eye of anyone for 10 months, finding shelter in an old apartment building situated in a small town far away from where it all happened until you felt it was safe to go out again

You looked online for some news article about anything that could be related to you and them

Nothing ?

Surprisingly, no one as talked about it online, not even a news article

You were surprised but relieved at the same time

That's when you got out of your apartment and decided to go to the local grocery store for some supplies

You walked through the isles, looking for what you could have during the week

You were also reminiscing about your feedee while passing the lard on one of the shelves

You could never forget all the incredible experiences you've experienced while being with them

You smiled and chuckled remembering everything

Then, in one of the isle, your heart stopped

From the back, you saw a massive form on a mobility scooter, basket full of snacks and fattening food

You couldn't contain yourself from the sight of another morbidly obese person in front of you

It's been so long

You were craving it

The need to feed someone to another fatal heart attack

You found your next feedee and this time, you were going to make them even fatter

Even slobbier

Even more unhealthy

You had all the experience you needed and you were going to make this happen no matter what

This was the beginning to a new chapter of your life

You were more than ready for another piggy 🐽

#death feedee #death feederism #death feedist #death feeder #extremely obese #get me fatter #help me get fatter #immobile #immobile feedee #immobility #dark feedism #deathfeederism #death feedism #morbid feedism #looking for a feedee

[futurefemalepolitician]

if I think about kristen applebees too long I will start crying!

she is just a kid! and she has had the weight of the world on her shoulders so many times! but now? now she is no one’s first priority! what must it feel like to be surrounded by friends with parents willing to bleed and die for them when her own have never even tried to understand her. what must it be like to see her friends gain these extra loving adults? for gorgug to find his birth parents, for fig to get two dads, for fabian to have cathilda, for adaine to be adopted by jawbone and know that she is legally part of a family that loves her?

she breaks my heart bc ofc this kid doesn’t always make the smart choice. ofc she gets sidetracked and doesn’t know how to follow through. ofc she fucks up in the little moments. she has never had someone to model that behavior for her. she has never had an adult that has seen her at her worst and said yes I will still love you. this isn’t what we do but my love for you doesn’t break. it has always come w conditions.

the big moments she gets, she cures riz in the forest, she reaches out to cassandra with praise, she cares when the universe asks her to

and so she seeks out these massive moments and keeps getting beaten down bc no one has been there to show her how do to the day to day work of building anything

she is sixteen and living in a house full of parents none of whom are hers

#like she is no one’s first priority! #and doesn’t that just absolutely shatter your heart #there is no adult who’s just there for her #like goddam give that girl a hug from a parent #maybe I will write a fic about this one day but until then *gestures broadly* #fantasy high junior year #kristen applebees #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjy #d20 fhjy #d20

[longhardtransitionreturns]

I've always had this fantasy of not knowing I was pregnant, getting on a flight, and then having a really difficult birth on a plane while all the other passengers listen to my screams.

I spend the day leading up to my flight dealing with stomach cramps but figure they're either from the dodgy kebab I had at the pub or it's my period finally showing up. I've never been regular but it's been quite a while since I've had one so this could be the start of a really bad cycle.

I'm excited to wear my new jumpsuit, which is basically a one piece sweat suit that zips up the front. I'm meeting my partner when I land so I put on a tiny black lace thong and the matching bra and set off for the airport.

Wrangling my luggage while my stomach keeps clenching so hard it takes my breath away is difficult but I finally make it through security. I'm taking a break, rubbing my aching belly, when a pregnant woman passing grabs my shoulder and gives me a sympathetic smile.

"It hurts when they get rowdy, huh? Seems like they know when you're about to fly."

My cheeks turn red. I know I've been gaining weight but I didn't realize I looked pregnant!

I feel like it's rude to tell her that I'm not with child and actually just have to take a massive shit so I smile and mumble what I hope sounds like a sympathetic noise.

After unsuccessfully trying to go to the bathroom, I finally board my flight. I'm grateful to be in first class because it's suddenly really painful to sit any other way but with my legs spread wide.

I try to sleep, especially because I hate flying over the water and the first 6 hours of this flight are over the Atlantic. But not only does the pain in my stomach stop me from sleeping, it drives me from my seat every ten minutes to go strain on the toilet. I'm starting to freak out a little; I've never felt pain like this and for the first time I start to get scared something is really wrong.

Eventually even the engine noise can't mute the groans coming from the tiny plane bathroom. When I stumble out for my 10th time in 2 hours, the flight attendant is waiting with an annoyed looking man in a stained Metallica sweatshirt.

She stops me with a wary smile. "Honey, I think we need to get you checked out. This is John, he's an EMT. He's the only medical professional on board but he agreed to take a look."

John looks hungover or maybe still drunk and his agreement had to have been reluctant but he sits down with me in an empty last row of seats and starts asking questions about my symptoms. When I tell him I haven't had a period for almost a year but the pain feels a bit like period cramps, his eyes go wide as saucers.

"Uh, ma'am, I think I'm gonna need to check your vagina. I think you might be in labor."

I've had enough. This is the second time today someone has thought I'm pregnant! I get up and brush roughly past John and start making my way back up to my seat, hopefully to sleep.

I barely make it to the middle of the plane before the worst pain yet clinches my belly and I feel an undeniable weight plop painfully into my pelvis. It drops me to my knees and I'm suddelny howling in agony, much to the horror of my fellow passengers.

I don't even have time to think before I feel a pop and fluid gushes out of my twat, soaking my panties and jumpsuit. I feel just a second of relief before the pressure is back, worse than I've ever felt, and I know with sudden horrifying clarity that the weight is that of a baby moving down my birth canal.

"There's a baby in my pussy and I need to push!"

John and the flight attendant are immediately at my side, pulling me painfully to my feet. Before I really even know what's happening I'm in the galley in the back of the plane with John unzipping my jumpsuit and peeling my soaked thong down my legs. They lay me spread eagle on the floor and he sticks his fingers up me.

I'm pretty out of it from the pain and shock but over the next ten minutes I gather I'm seven centimeters dilated, it's three hours until we land whether we turn around or keep going, and I'm probably going to have to crown a baby lying on a dirty floor underneath the drawer where they keep the diet Coke and little bottles of liquor.

I can't really focus on anything but the pain, which now includes long, searing stabs through my back as well as my front. The pressure is insane. I never imagined birth would feel like my hips are going to dislocate because the baby passing through them is so big. I hear John say things like "back labor" and "posterior" and, worryingly, "very narrow pelvis" but by that point I am in transition and shaking and puking and pleading for someone to let me die it hurts so bad.

I learned later, through a TikTok video a fellow passenger posted that got four million likes, that I crowned for thirty minutes. The guy who posted the video made a time lapse and edited my screams for help and death over it. He even got a cheeky shot of my bruised, bleeding pussy stretched around the head at the widest point.

When it finally pops out, I pray my ordeal is almost over. But, no matter how hard John pulls or I push, the shoulders are jammed tight in my opening. I spend the final half hour of the flight with a massive head hanging out of me while I drift in and out of consciousness.

I remember how bad it hurt for that head to be jostled when the plane landed and it was agony to be lifted on to the stretcher, my legs carefully held wide to accommodate the head hanging between them. I remember being horrified most of the passengers were filming me being wheeled up the aisle, legs open, screaming about the pain in my pussy every time we hit a bump.

It wasn't until hours later, my 14lb son in my arms and the good drugs masking the horror of what they had to do to me down there to finally get him all the way out, that I realized the creative folks on the internet had turned my birth from hell into a trending TikTok song.

I never really found the humor in putting me screaming "I've got a baby in my pussy and I need to push" and "Oh my God, my clitoris just ripped" to music. Especially since all I got was a kid I didn't want and a lifetime fear of both birth and flying.

#birth kink #labor and delivery #maesiophilia #preggo kink #painful birth #giving birth #birth

[sleepy-wyvern]

Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT CHAPTER 2)

Chapter: 2/4 (smut in next chapter) Part 1 here, Part 3 here, AO3 version

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural !

You shifted your weight from one leg to the next, mind buzzing with thoughts “I need to think, Billy.”

You turn, hesitating before you leave. Him acting like this was the very last thing you expected. Perhaps he really wasn’t how he had seemed at first glance.

“I’ll… see you around. Then we’ll talk.” Perhaps your words would’ve sounded fake to let him down easy but when you looked into his eyes he knew that wasn’t the case. 

The boy you were crushing on all week suddenly dropped that bomb shell on you of being back with his ex but you had to find out the worst way possible. On top of that, you had kissed Billy fucking Hargrove, the guy that had been chasing you since you moved here. You needed time to think and then you could talk to him with a clear head… clearer, at least.

He nodded, understanding “take all the time you need.”

You nodded back before turning, walking away. You expected to feel his eyes follow you but they didn’t.

The only thing you could think to do when you got home was to call Bunny. You hadn’t even taken off your shoes as you raced to the phone on the kitchen wall. 

“Bunny,” you gasped, holding the old plastic white phone to your ear “I kissed Billy.”

“I’m sorry- you WHAT?!” Her voice yelled at you and you winced, “what about Steve I thought you were hitting it off?”

You could hear Eddie in the background saying something but you weren’t sure what, as Bunny hushed him. 

“Yeah, well, he was kissing Nancy fucking Wheeler in the hallway.” Your anger had mostly dissipated into confusion since the encounter. 

There was more shuffling on the other side of the phone before she answered “we’re coming to get you. Let’s talk in person.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You reply and put the old phone back on the receiver. 

It took all of your willpower to not bite your nails as you waited on the cement steps outside your house. After what felt like an hour but was surely just minutes, a van pulled up with a driver who had shaggy brown hair that could only be Eddie Munson. 

Bunny wove to you from the passenger side and you hopped into the back seat. 

“Jesus fuck,” you whispered. 

You only knew Bunny for what, 2-3 weeks? But you were oh so thankful for her support. Her caring nature made tears well in your eyes but you had other things to work through right now. 

“Thanks, Bunny. You too, Eddie.” You click your seat belt in. 

You weren’t sure where you were headed but you were grateful to be away from your house. 

“I just do whatever the missus tells me to,” Eddie admits and Bunny gently smacks his arm. 

You watch your street roll away as Eddie drives onward. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“Just the diner.” Bunny answered looking back at you sweetly “when shit like this happens I think you deserve a milkshake.”

You smile sympathetically, genuinely glad to have your new friends. 

“Told you Steve Harrington was no good.” Eddie said and Bunny glared at him. 

“Not helping!” She whispered. 

Eddie tapped the steering wheel to the heavy metal song as he thought for a moment “open the lunch box. That’ll help.”

Bunny did as he suggested and took out a white rolled joint. You hadn’t dabbled in marijuana in a long time but figured it was a good excuse to. 

As Eddie pulled into the diner parking lot Bunny lit the joint with her lighter, taking a long puff before handing it back to you. As you take a drag your body starts to relax more, processing everything that happened. 

Eddie left the van on while you smoked together so you could drown your thoughts in the music until you were ready.

“Alright, let’s get that milkshake,” Bunny looked back at you with a smile before opening the van door. 

The diner was quaint and looked like any other. Still it was cozy enough. There was black and white chequered tile with bright red booths. The walls were lined with framed pictures of celebrities that likely never set foot near this town.

You sat down as the waitress took your order. You ordered your favourite flavour of milkshake and a basket of fries. Eddie and Bunny sat next to each other, while Eddie ordered a coke and a basket of fries Bunny got a vanilla milkshake with you. 

“So,” Bunny spoke up after the waitress was out of earshot “what happened?”

“Well, maybe I misunderstood things,” you look down at your hands nervously “but I thought Steve liked me, you know? We’d call until late at night, he always spent time around my locker.”

“He made it seem that way,” Bunny reassured “you’re not in the wrong for thinking that.”

Her words did help you as you continued the story. “I saw him against the locker making out with Nancy as I was leaving class.”

Eddie rolled his eyes genuinely annoyed, “I told you I knew he was good for nothing.”

“-and then Billy saw the whole thing. I was starting to cry so he chased after me.” You hesitated before continuing, remembering how you melted into his kiss. 

“He told me that what Steve did was wrong and he apologized for chasing me around and flirting with me.” You spoke and Eddie raised his eyebrows. 

“Wow,” he shook his head. “I did not expect that from him.”

“We shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” Bunny insisted. 

“Right, but the first chapter ain’t looking so hot.” He replied “until now that is.”

“What happened next?” Bunny asked eagerly. 

“Well,” you hesitated, looking out the window “we kissed- I kissed him.”

You expected Eddie and Bunny to wince, scold you or even laugh but they didn’t. Instead they listened intently to what you had to say, eyes soft with understanding. 

“The plot thickens,” Eddie comments.

“Well, is he a good kisser?” You expected the question to come from Bunny but she was laughing while it was Eddie that asked. 

You think back to his peach lips and then you nod reluctantly “well, uh, yeah.”

“Did he get to second base?” Bunny asked and Eddie sighed. 

“Buns, you can’t ask the girl that!” He rolled his eyes but Bunny paid no mind.

“No- Ms. O’Donnell uh,” you blushed “caught us and told us to stop kissing in the hall. Not that it would’ve gotten that far-“

Eddie’s eyes widened “see Bunny! I told you she’s evil!”

“Your F in her class has nothing to do with this,” Bunny glared at him. “Besides, we have bigger problems here.”

“-and he told me he liked me.” Eddie looked from Bunny to you shocked as if watching a reality tv show unfold in front of his eyes. “Well, he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about me since he met me. He was serious about dating me.”

They both looked at you expectantly and you felt helpless suddenly.

“I just, I don’t know what to do.” You tapped your fingers against the dining table nervously. 

“Well, do you love him?” He asked. 

Before you could answer the waitress came back, placing down all of your drinks along with your basket of fries and Eddie’s burger. He immediately went to grab it, taking a large bite of it. You could tell he was still intrigued with the conversation though. 

“I think it’s too soon to tell,” you admitted, “but of course I like him. Especially after today.”

“Did you kiss him just to get back at Steve?” Bunny asked, somehow she knew the right questions. 

You thought for a moment before shaking your head, taking a deep sip of the sugary cold drink “No. Nobody was there to see. Except, uh, Ms. O’Donnell.” You scratch your head embarrassed. “I did it to see if there was anything between us.”

“Do you think he’s changed?” Eddie asked in between bites. 

You shake your head dipping a fry into the shake “I don’t think he needed to, necessarily. Just be smacked on the head to get reminded and realise how he’s acting. I told him to stop bothering me a few days ago and he listened, until he saw me crying. After the kiss…” You trailed off looking down at your milkshake. “He really wants to talk to me about everything.”

Bunny looked to Eddie who shrugged before chugging some soda. 

“If you like him, it wouldn’t hurt. If he treats you wrong, promise you’ll high tail it out of there?” She asked you intently. 

You smile “I’ll be as quick as a Bunny.”

“Well, maybe not, I don’t run that fast.” Your laugh joined hers as it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You now knew what you had to do; confess your feelings for Billy Hargrove. 

You thanked your friends for their lovely company and insight. You went home feeling more confident now but wishing you had Billy's number to call. Instead you had to wait until school tomorrow to see him, which maybe was for the better so you could sleep on it. 

You couldn’t sit still or sleep still so you headed to class earlier than normal. Even so, he was there waiting, leaning against the cool brick wall with a cigarette between his lips. 

Despite your brain asking what the hell am I doing? Your heart convinced you it was the right choice as you approached.

“Y/n,” his voice was low as he held his free hand in his jean pocket “how are you feeling?”

You shrugged adjusting the strap of your backpack as you did “better, thanks."

His eyes met yours and it was then you noticed in the morning rays that his eyes were blue. How had you not realized that before? Normally they just seemed dark or clouded but now they were blue as the sky above your head. 

“Listen, Billy... I’m not promising you anything,” you glared cautiously and he raised a brow, “but I’ll take you up on that date if you’re still offering.”

His white teeth glimmered as he smirked down at you “you won’t regret it.”

“I’d better not,” you folded your arms. “I’ll let you choose the place. Pick me up tonight at 6pm, my house.”

You told him your address and that was that. Still despite your threatening glare he seemed giddy like a child trying to hold down their excitement on Christmas Eve.

“You better put that thing out if you plan on kissing me again,” you smiled as you walked past him, almost immediately hearing the stomping of his foot putting the butt out.

Part 3 here

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tag list: @alienthings my lovely loons 💙 thanks so much for all of your support!

Thanks so much everyone for reading, chapter 3 with smut will be released very soon!

-Wyv

💙💙💙💙

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove smut #stranger things billy #stranger things billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female!reader

[autistichalsin]

This has been one of the worst, hardest, most stressful years I've had. My grandpa broke his hip and passed away shortly after. My food stamp eligibility ran out and for a month I was literally counting pennies to buy food- my fridge broke and I couldn't even afford a new one, I had to take out a loan to get a mini fridge instead. Three of my guinea pigs passed away of old age within a few months. I have been extremely stressed with my grad school program and not understanding the material- and being ignored when i ask the profs for help.

I have gained a ton of weight from stress-snacking which I'm self conscious of. A relative committed suicide. I lost a good friend to cancer- weeks after she was diagnosed. I have to move cross-country, and I was REALLY happy where I was.

My mom's health is in rough shape. She needs spinal surgery because she's in too much pain to get out of bed a lot of days, and she can't afford it. She also can't afford the diagnostic bloodwork she needs to see if she has blood cancer. And there's nothing I can do about it.

I've been dealing with a lot of trauma and heavy stuff in therapy which is worth it but exhausting. I've had to distance myself from my older brother (Who I'm not out to) because of the hateful things he says about trans people. It's been a really hard year.

So imagine how grateful I am that I've found this fandom, with such beautifully written characters, written with so much love and care, whose personalities feel like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day.

And all the creative and kind and amazing fandom members I've met!

I'm just so happy that when I have awful shit going on in real life, I can come on here, type out some silly words about Halsin, and then share ideas and creative works and so much more with you. I am hundreds of times happier than I was six months ago because of you guys.

I love our tiny corner of fandom. Thank you all for giving me a place where my thoughts actually mean something to someone and where I can have yours shared with me too!!!

[marymary-diva17]

my past and future (2)

When you had thought you will never see the ones who hurt you, so much in the past for a long time or ever again it seems like you were wrong. As the ones from your past had come back seeking refuge from the return of old enemies, now you had to face them all over again after things had ended horrible between you and them. Now your life was going to change even more now, if the return of the RDA was not enough on you now your old friends and ex love have come back. Now after all these years everyone had changed but now it was time to see if it was for the better or worst.

Y/n " ......." It was early morning and the day of helping the new arrivals learn the ways of the water. The twins knew Jake is their father and that the sully kids are their siblings as well. It was easy to see that the twins were coming to their own terms when it came to the sully family as whole and as individuals.

Renya " mom we are going to head out to meet with others and the sully kids"

y/n " good but not before breakfast growing kids need a good meal"

renala " yes mama" the twins soon sat down on the mat as your served them breakfast, the kids seem happy about getting a chance to bond with their siblings.

renya " mama are you sure it fine if we bond with the sully kids"

y/n " yes it will be fine it will be good for you all to make friendship with other kids, I cant make you stay away from them as other mother might do"

renala " yes mother we will make sure not to let you down"

y/n " you kids never let me down now go have some fun" the children had nodded their heads towards you, they soon ate breakfast and soon went on with their day. You had watched from the home as they meet with their friends and soon took off towards the sully home.

y/n " oh great mother please watch over them"

With the children

tsireya " we are going to start with some basic and take you all for a swim if they fine with you guys"

neteyam " that good we are here to pull our weight"

tsireay " okay and yes we will love you to meet our friends they will be helping as well, this is renala and her brother renya"

lo'ak " hey"

renala " hello"

tuk " hey you are very beautiful and you have the same color as me"

renya " well yes we got them from our mother"

neteyam " now that I'm a better look you guys look like you can be from the forest"

aonung " you can ask them question later on we have should be getting to our lessons"

kiri " oh okay" the twins soon walked off their friends and the sully kids, it seems like they had gained the sully kids attention. The lessons soon stared the sully kids were amazed to see how well the twins, had been able to stay with the three metkayaian teens even due they looked omatacayia.

lo'ak " wow you guys are good swimmers how is that possible"

rotox " even they are forest navi they were born here spending thier lives learning the ways of water and the forest"

kiri " wow"

renya " yes but soon enough you will be good swimmers it take time" renya had finally showed his hands and bit more and his forehead getting the attention of the sully kids.

lo'ak " wait you have five fingers and eyebrows like I and my sister, and even our dad that amazing"

renala " yes it something we inherited from our mom"

tuk " who your mommy is has to be the very nice lady that helped us today"

renya " yes she our mom we got these features from here, so you don't have to worry about being bullied here for being different as our family different"

lo'ak " cool I never thought there were more avatar that were living so far out here and having kids"

aonung " Well as much is talks sounds amazing we have to get back to the lessons we can talk during our break" The sully kids seem to interested in the twin as they were omatacayia and had human DNA like them.

neteyam " wait so you are sixteen I'm sixteen as well"

renya " oh cool aonung also sixteen as well"

aonung " yeah"

lo'ak " you are twins as well wow that rare among navi"

renala " yes we are twins but renya is the oldest"

kiri " so if you were orb here and your mom is avatar then that means, your dad most of been metkayian right" the twins had gotten very quite and it seems like to was swore topic.

tsireya " the twins don't speak about their father"

kiri " oh I'm sorry I didn't know"

renala " it okay none of your knew it just us and our mom at all"

tuk " well our daddy seems to know your mommy they might be friends, so our daddy might know who your daddy is we can ask him ... come on we can go speak with him"

neteyam " tuk not now renya and renala might not want to know, about him right now"

renya " thank you for the offer tuk but we do know little about him since yesterday and that all, we rather not make our mom mad"

tuk " okay"

renala " hey why don't go see the IIu it will be fun and we can teach you to ride" the children had soon switch up the topic and mood, to something more cheerful and going on a new adventures as well.

somewhere in the village with you

y/n " you were on your strimwing coming back from some task, you always love going for a ride on your creatures.

????? " y/n" you soon heard Jake voice you soon turned around and saw him he was with tonowari and tsu'tey.

tsu'tey " good dive and landing we saw you come in"

y/n " thank you"

tonowari " y/n has been able to adapt very well she had shown the clan a former sky person can learn the ways"

y/n " I had very good teachers so how is your lesson going"

tsu'tey " we are getting there it not easy but we are still getting the hand of it"

y/n " don't worry you will learn the ways but it will take time"

Jake " thanks I have fallen off a couple times"

y/n " that remind me of when we were learning the ways of the clan, and you had fallen off the direhorse a couple times" Jake had laugh at what you had said, a bright smile growing on his face.

Jake " yes"

y/n " those were good days I remembered grace got on your case called you a moron"

Jake " still a moron at times"

y/n " your have mature over the years I can give you credit for that"

tsu'tey " it great to see and speak with you again it been so long, since the last time we saw you"

y/n " yes it has been a long time since I saw all of you and it seems, like you all are doing well"

Jake " you seem to be doing good as well"

tonowari " yes y/n here has become an important member of the clan, and has help us understand these human invaders that have come"

Jake " wow"

y/n " yes but tonowari is being nice when I arrived here many years ago, they were dealing with the after effects of the human I had helped them and when the RDA came back I helped them again"

Jake " you always had that gifts of looking out for others and being there for them"

y/n " yes after all this time if hasn't changed"

Jake " I'm happy to know you are still the same person I remember"

tsu'tey " so how has life been here for you find anyone after ..."

y/n " no I haven't but I made a life here and found some joy"

Jake " I'm happy for you y/n and I had spoke to the others they will be here in couple days, they will love to see you again we all missed you" you had become silent you didn't end on good terms with all your friends when you left that was easy for anyone to see.

y/n " I will like to see them as well it has been so long"

Jake " maybe some day or night you can come over and have dinner with my family and meet everyone"

y/n " sure I will love that" Soon enough you had parted way from the three males, as there was other task you wish to complete. There were times when you ran into mo'at or neytiri as they will strike up o convention with you, but it still hurt to speak with neytiri.

Later that night

y/n " so how was the lessons"

renala " they were good mom we got to know the sully kids more, they learned we are twins and that your our mom"

y/n " ......"

renya " we are sorry mom"

y/n " it okay my son I'm fine with you telling them"

renya " we saw you speaking with Jake today how did it go"

y/n " it went well but there is still some hurt when I speak with him"

renala " hey mom maybe when are our guest are here we can find you, a new husband that tsu'tey guy seem very nice" you laugh at your daughter words making her laugh as well.

renya " yeah mom you deserve to love again"

y/n " well when the time right I will love again" the kids smile at your words which had made you smile as well.

???? " good evening" the family soon looked up to see Jake sully and his two sons standing there, you soon got up from where you are sitting and walked towards the entrance.

y/n " hello it didn't know we will be expecting guests tonight"

Jake " oh yes I had come by you drop off some stuff that you might think you will need, and my sons came along to help"

lo'ak " yes dad we walk by here with the twins today"

Jake " twins"

y/n " yes my children my son renya and my daughter renala" renya soon stood up and walked towards the entrance.

renya " I can take that for you sir come on guys I can show you, where to put everything"

Jake " okay" renya had taken the box from Jake and soon went deeper into the home with lo'ak and neteyam with him.

Jake " wow you have kids I"m guessing that your miracle"

y/n " yes they become my miracles" soon the boys had return talking about something.

lo'ak " hey dad y/n has some of the same human stuff you have even renya knows how to use them"

Jake " wow ... wait you kids have five fingers and eyebrows"

y/n " yes they inherited it from me"

Jake " wow"

neteyam " they are even the same age as me dad sixteen, with renya being the oldest"

renala " yes that my older brother"

Jake " sixteen years old so they were born a year after the war"

y/n " yes just like your son"

Jake " wow I'm happy for you y/n it good to see you have a family"

y/n " thank you Jake"

Jake " your son kiding of remind of neteyam and twins are very rare, as well coming from what I had been told"

y/n " yes that is true twins are rare but I had them born as forest navi but raised of reef navi" it seems like Jake was looking at the twins more but his eyes seem to be on renya as he looked like the second version of neteyam but a older version of lo'ak.

neteyam " dad we should be getting home mom will have dinner ready"

Jake " oh yes I will see you later and it was good meeting you kids as well"

renala " yes it was good to meet you as well sir"

lo'ak " see you guys tomorrow" Jake and his sons soon left the house but Jake kept on looking back at you, and the twins he had many question about the twins. He was going to speak to neytiri about this and later on you, as the twins were to close in age with the neteyam and you and him use to have a romance relationship as well. He really need to find out more about your life here and the twins, he knew he was not the only one who had questions about you and your life here.

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The Prettiest Star

i started writing this last night but finished it today so it’s kind of both Song-fic Saturday and Smutty Sunday for my 250 Followers Writing Event

Song-fic Saturday 🎶 song: The Prettiest Star by David Bowie

pairing: Sirius Black x plus size! reader 

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!), smut, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, oral, p in v (unprotected — use condoms y’all, this is fantasy), fem!reader, plus size! reader, reader insecurities about her weight, body positivity, non-magical au (couldn’t have them just apparating out of the rain, right?)

notes: i’m a huge music fan and love Bowie and have been listening to Aladdin Sane a lot because it’s just had its 50th anniversary, so hence the song inspiration (“The Prettiest Star”)

word count: 8.1k (yike, please enjoy)

“Does this look too tight?” you ask Lily as you look at your reflection in your favourite jumper, tugging it down repeatedly. You’ve never been particularly thin, but you’d gained a noticeable amount recently, and it was increasingly making getting dressed the worst part of your day. “It looks fine, Y/N,” she says, a bit dismissively, then catches herself (and the look on your face), and adds, “Really. You look beautiful. Don’t ever let the scale tell you different,” giving you a warm smile. It was the “right” thing to say, perhaps, and you were grateful for what a sweet friend she always was to you, truly, but it didn’t make you feel any better. And… if you were brutally honest, it kind of annoyed you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, and the feeling made you feel guilty on top of everything else. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong; in fact, she was just genuinely trying to help, or perhaps even just genuine in what she said. But somehow, when it came to any comments on your body — especially specifically about your weight, negative or positive, you grew irritable even more than uncomfortable. You felt as if no one understood the mix of self-consciousness and self-confidence that you felt. As if everyone projected either how they felt about themselves or how they assumed all fat people felt onto you. Worse, you felt that you could never express your true feelings to anyone. Even when you tried, things came out muddled, or things you said were directly contradictory — yet equally true. It couldn’t possibly be that no one else felt contradictory things about themselves, about their bodies, could it? Were you just shit at articulating your feelings, or were your feelings that atypical? 

You opt to keep the jumper on even though it hugged your chest a bit more tightly than usual. A twinge of regret went through you at the thought that usually winter was your favourite time in terms of fashion in general and your wardrobe specifically. You loved your winter clothes and winter aesthetics overall. You really didn’t want to let a little weight gain get in the way of that, but it had a way of making itself known no matter how much you tried to avoid it. 

On cue, it whispers in your head, “You probably only like winter clothes more because they cover more of you. None of those pretty sundresses Lily, Marlene, Mary, or Dorcas wear ever fit you. Not to mention any summer outfit that involves no bra or a visible bralette - not a chance.”  You shake your head at yourself, trying to convince yourself that comfort was a complicated thing, that you didn’t have to overanalyze everything in such an accusatory way.  

You finish getting ready and head to the pub with Lily to meet the others. Remus and James greet you, and James can’t say enough times how lovely Lily looks. It makes you happy for them, two of your best friends so in love, but you can’t help but feel a little funny, a little longing at the lack of those comments ever made about you. 

The thing is, you didn’t dislike yourself. In fact, there were many times you genuinely thought you were beautiful, or that you wouldn’t trade yourself for anyone else. But those thoughts came more easily when you were alone, and not wanting to be anyone else did not include not wanting to be yourself, minus a bit here or there. 

You feel a pair of arms come around your middle from behind you, and there’s no time to be freaked out because you immediately know who it is. It’s like a sixth sense. Sure, you recognize his intoxicating smell, can feel and hear the texture of his characteristic leather jacket, but there’s more to it. Before you even consciously register these things or hear him whisper in your ear, you know it’s him. Sirius. Your best friend in the entire world. “Hello, darling girl,” he greets.  “How is my finest friend on this finest of evenings?” 

“Hi, Siri,” you smile, leaning back into him. “I’m alright; you?” You turn your head up to look at him. “Just alright? Oh, we need to remedy that, love. Urgently.” He looks around a bit, registering your other friends, sharing greetings here and there. “D’you have a drink yet? Let’s go get one, yeah?” he asks, unwinding his arms from his hug but leaving one around your shoulders, where it stays as you walk over to the bar together. 

“You’re good then?” you ask again, giggling a bit - sometimes it was as if you couldn’t help it; his presence made you giddy. “Me? Oh, I’m wonderful. I’ve been having the greatest hair day, which is truly saying something, and now I’m with you,” he squeezes your shoulder a bit, “What else could I possibly ask for?” 

You roll your eyes, your smile never fading, wrap your arm around his waist, and say, “Two rum and cokes, maybe?” You nod toward the bartender. “You always have better luck getting their attention than I do. It’s like they only see the attractive girls, honestly.” 

Comments like these came easily to you when you were around people you trusted. It was strange; they weren’t really intended as self-deprecating. And you weren’t fishing for compliments either, especially not with your closest friends. Part of you wanted to be able to make comments like that freely, to not have to censor your thoughts and feelings when it came to your appearance, thinking that such things really shouldn’t be taboo in the first place, and especially not with people you loved. The other part, well, you weren’t so sure what the other part wanted. 

“You’re attractive,” Sirius responds, matter-of-factly, your heart rushing a little at the sound of it. You knew you had feelings for him, had for ages and had no use in denying it, but there was also the lack of pity in his comment. He never treated you as fragile; his voice never took on the tone of a motivational poster. “Maybe not to everyone,” he adds candidly, “but no one is attractive to everyone. And,” he pauses, looking down at you conspiratorially, “a lot of people have shit taste anyway.” He pauses again, considering you intently. Then something shifts in his expression, and he adds, speaking more quickly than before, “I mean, not everyone likes Bowie, for example. Bowie, Y/N, Bowie. Why should we ever put stock in what other people think if some of those people can’t see - or hear or whatever - beauty when it’s right in front of them?”

You grin but shoot back, “You’re attractive to everyone.”

Raising his eyebrows, looking straight into your eyes, he responds, “Does that include you then?” A careless group of girls bumping into you saves you from having to decide how much of a joking tone to put on your response. You didn’t find Sirius attractive. You found Sirius the most beautiful person you’d ever met, in senses that went far beyond his impeccable hair, his striking grey eyes, his pronounced cheekbones. 

He holds you closer protectively at the jostling crowd, turns to ask for your drinks, and begins absentmindedly stroking your shoulder as he does so. 

“No wonder you always wear this,” he says, pinching your jumper, “It’s so bloody soft.” 

You had no idea he ever remembered or even noticed what you wore. Marlene, sure. Marlene was making a statement every time she stepped out of the house. And her face and body punctuated that statement with a big exclamation mark. But you? You hardly ever got that kind of attention. Maybe a “nice shirt” when you wore a particularly fun pattern, but that was about it. 

You notice him looking at your torso as he says this and swear his eyes linger on your chest. You’re worrying he can tell it’s tighter than usual, so you tug at the hem, but when he looks quickly away, you try not to make too much of it. 

You’re having loads of fun with your friends, swapping stories, sharing shots, occasionally shouting the lyrics to the good songs that come on. You and Sirius — who’s standing next you, his arm perpetually around you, much to the dismay of the many girls and few guys who come flirting — have a habit of turning to each other every time a new song comes on, deciding in unison whether it’s a good or bad one. The very occasional disagreement yields the most fun arguments, always along the lines of “You think this isn’t rubbish? You’re making me question our entire friendship here, love. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.” (Sirius) or “Oh, come on.  This sounds exactly like every other song in the genre but mediocre. Not everything has to be original, but it’d be nice if it weren’t typical and trash.” (You) 

Then some new Bowie comes on. And Sirius looks as though he’s just received the greatest news of his life. 

Cold fire, you’ve got everything but cold fire / You will be my rest and peace child, rings out Bowie’s electric voice. “Come dance with me!” Sirius bursts at you, hardly asking, dragging you by the hand to where a few (mostly quite drunk) people were dancing. He’s holding both your hands, and you’re moving together organically, falling into a languid rhythm with each other and the song. By the next line, Sirius is singing along, and as he sings with Bowie, “I moved up to take a place… Near you,” he shuffles closer to you seductively, looking nowhere but into your eyes as he places your hand on his shoulder and moves his own to your hip.

He’s theatrical with every lyric, each of which he knows by heart; “So tired,” he swoons; “It’s the sky that makes you feel tried,” he belts looking up toward the ceiling; “It’s a trick to make you see wide,” his eyes come back to yours, open wide and full of mirth; “It can all but break your heart…,” he steps closer to you again;  “… In pieces,” he swoons again, this time onto your shoulder, leaning on you and holding you close. You’re too busy laughing both with and at him to be able to sing along yourself.

“Staying back in your memory… Are the movies in the past,” he continues, acting less and dancing smoothly with you, spinning you around and catching you close afterward.

He’s staring into your eyes, his face very close to yours as he sings, much more softly now, swaying slowly more than dancing, “How you moved is all it takes… to sing a song of when I loved… the prettiest star.” His hands squeeze you as he says those last three words. 

He gives you another playful spin and goes on, “One day… though it might as well be someday… you and I will rise up all the way… all because of what you are…” Then, for the first time in the whole song, he and Bowie don’t synchronize. As Bowie finishes the line over the speakers, “the prettiest star,” you distinctly hear — and see, since his lips are so close to you after all — Sirius finish, “my prettiest star.” 

The rest of the world has all melted away by this point; all that’s left is Sirius; all you can hear is the song, his voice, your frantic heartbeat in your ears. His hand comes to your face, caressing your cheek then resting there.

You have no idea how to react. Sirius flirted with you often. But Sirius flirted with everyone often. It was just a quirk of his personality. And Sirius touched you often. But it was never this gentle, this intimate. You don’t want to get your hopes up. Because as much as — or perhaps because of how much — you love him, you can’t really believe he’d see you that way. You’ve let yourself entertain the idea many times, sure, even suspected from time to time over the years of your friendship that maybe just maybe your desire was mutual, but ultimately, your fears and doubts — doubled every time a girl half your size who could so easily be on any billboard flirted with Sirius — would win out and push those thoughts and feelings down. 

Your rhythmic swaying, your prolonged eye contact, your bursting heart and muddled mind continued through the end of the song. Though you knew it must have been about a minute and a half, it had felt like hours, time expanded by both bliss and trepidation, by the time the music changed and you broke apart. As you do, Sirius just watches you, as if searching for something. 

You’re fidgeting with the sleeves of your jumper when you whisper, “That was fun,” and give him a quick hug, not letting yourself linger and pulling back before his arms were comfortably around you.

You have plans with Sirius the next day, and as you’re getting ready, you can’t help but remember back to his comment on your jumper last night, more worried at your appearance now that you think he noticed it more than you did before. You’re standing in your room in just your underwear stressing out over what to wear. You’ve put on your best bra, the one that does the most to help your figure without being too uncomfortable, and you’ve made a mess of your knickers drawer looking for a clean pair of high-waisted ones. 

There was a time you would’ve avoided looking in the mirror at this stage, but now, you stand in front of it and give yourself a serious look. You suck your stomach in, and pull a bit with your hands on your hips, then let it all go, contemplating the difference. You turn to your profile, admiring the curves of your chest and your arse, but wishing there was less of your thighs immediately after. Arching your back and grabbing your arse, you wonder whether anyone — you close your eyes and admit to yourself: no, not anyone, Sirius — whether Sirius would find this, would find you attractive. As you take a deep breath, you lament how thinking of others’ opinions always made it so much harder to look at yourself with loving eyes. You didn’t hate your body, but your frequent worries that others would brought you down on more days than you wanted to admit. 

You put on your favorite jeans, but as you go to choose a top, you remember one you’d borrowed from Lily a few months ago that had looked good. It was quite loose on her and a bit tight on you, but you each pulled it off differently. You ask her for it, and she happily obliges, but when you put it on, a knot turns in your stomach. It’s way too tight. The pattern is stretched; your boobs look huge; it somehow brings out rather than covers the fat on your sides. Taking it off in a hurry, you have to take another long, calming breath to keep tears of frustration at bay. 

After finally finding something of yours that worked, giving the top back to Lily with a quick “Thanks, but it didn’t look as good as last time,” and giving yourself too many “final” glances in the mirror, you bundle up as you head into the windy afternoon.

You meet Sirius at the record shop near his flat. You see him before he sees you. He’s browsing the racks, and per usual, he looks effortlessly cool and unreasonably attractive. His long fingers are accentuated by his several silver rings as he flips through the records. He pushes his long hair out of his eyes in a careless gesture, and you’re almost angry at how it falls so perfectly he might as well have just spent an hour in front of a mirror. 

You’re approaching him when a cute girl in a hot crop top walks up to him. She steps closer to him than any normal interaction would warrant. “Anything I can help you find, handsome?” she asks, and you wonder whether you’re imagining the twinge of a double meaning in the question. Maybe she’s just a flirty person doing her job. “We have a few special ones in the stock room I could show you…” Nope, not just doing her job. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m waiting for someone.” As he looks away from her back toward the records, he catches you in his peripherals. He smiles a beaming smile at you and gestures you over. 

“You’re not going to believe what I found,” he begins enthusiastically. You hug; it lingers, and he squeezes you lovingly. “Mm, you smell nice,” he adds, as if it’s a normal thing to say. Is it a normal thing to say? Maybe it is. Maybe you’re overthinking, especially after the moment you shared last night.

“Thanks, new shampoo. What’d you find?” You look toward the records to ease the tension you were probably creating. 

“Check this out.” If he noticed any awkwardness, he definitely doesn’t show it. He pulls out a record you had recently had a long conversation about. 

“Brilliant!” you react, snatching it from him and turning it over in your hands, reading its contents eagerly. 

He chuckles at you, and if you’d been looking at him instead of the record, you might have seen the accompanying adoring look. 

“I know. It’s our lucky day.” 

You browse around the shop together, chatting easily, both about music and all sorts of random things that came to mind. Talking to Sirius is always easy, always gives you more than the contents of the conversation to hold onto, to fill you up. 

You go to pay, and the girl from earlier is working the till. Sirius goes to the loo, so it’s just you and her when you hand her a couple of records to ring up. 

“Cool choices.” “Thanks.” “Is that your boyfriend?” she asks, nodding behind her toward the toilets. 

“Oh, um,” you stutter. You’re not exactly sure why “no” doesn’t just easily come to your mouth. “I don’t know how you managed it. Lucky bitch,” she half laughs. You’re mortified; you can’t tell for sure, but you think she is trying to be friendly, just in a very strange record-shop-employee, rock and roll kind of way. 

Sirius comes back around, and you hope to hell he hasn’t heard anything. 

“All good, darling?” he asks, putting his arm around you. This wasn’t unusual for him, the nickname, the contact. But you’re already in an uncomfortable headspace, and your first thought is that you hope he isn’t doing it as an act for her benefit. You don’t even know if he’d heard, and your anxiety is taking over anyway. You keep running the woman’s words over in your head. How had she meant it? Did she mean she couldn’t believe you had managed it? As in specific, chubby, you? Or was she just making girly conversation? Would she have said the same to any woman, no matter how attractive, who had come into the shop with Sirius?  

“You alright?” Sirius’s voice breaks you out of your spiraling. You look over at him, and his gaze is gentle but concerned. 

“Yeah, fine, sorry,” you reply quickly. “It’s all good,” he smiles comfortingly at you. 

Once outside the shop, you debate your next move. Normally on weekends when you’d get records, you’d then go eat, then go to his and listen to some of them, sometimes sharing a blunt, sometimes just getting high on the music. 

You’re both looking up into the newly drizzling sky when Sirius says, “How about, we get take-away somewhere close, then just eat at mine? It looks like it’ll get worse soon, but I reckon we can make it before it really starts up.”

“Yeah, great.”

You’ve made it only a few blocks, though, when the rain pours down in sudden torrents. 

“Oh, shit!” he laughingly yells, protecting the records, taking your hand, and sprinting to the nearest protective awning. By the time you make it, you’re both already extremely wet, and the weather is so windy the cover hardly helps in keeping it from getting even worse. 

You’re squeezing as close to the wall as possible, standing chest to chest, the records between you, his arm around your waist, your faces close enough for you to see each individual drop as it travels down his face. His eyes match the sky behind him, and you silently marvel at his beauty. He looks up for a second then is overtaken by heartfelt laughter. 

“Didn’t quite gauge that one right, I guess,” he chuckles. You’re laughing with him when a particularly strong gust blows freezing water forcefully at you, making you gasp and stiffen. 

“Shit,” he laughs. “Let’s make a run for it.” He takes your hand again, and you both jog the few blocks to his flat. 

You’re both still giggly when you step inside, leaving a puddle in the doorway where you stand. You take off your shoes and outer layers, but you’re drenched all the way through. 

“Bloody hell, it’s freezing,” he amusedly complains, stripping down to only his jeans, leaving his clothes in a pile by the door. He hugs himself and rubs his arms, trying to warm up, and you’re glad your soaked demeanour is already such a mess he probably can’t tell how flustered you are by how attractive — and bare — he is. He reaches over to you and rubs your arms like he had been doing his. “Fuck, you’re freezing too. Come to my room, and I’ll lend you something to wear.” Your giddy mood dissipates immediately. There was no way in hell his clothes would fit you. He was obviously leaner than you, and your hips and thighs hadn’t gotten along well with men’s clothes even in your thinnest of states. He’s halfway to his room already, and you’re frozen by the door. “Y/N?” 

You look over. You hope he doesn’t notice your eyes quickly travel his bare torso. “You coming or what?” he keeps on casually. When you get to his room, he’s bringing some towels out of the bathroom and throws you one. You start drying your hair as he rummages in his drawers. “Um,” you start. You sound more nervous than you mean to. He clearly notices because he immediately turns back to look at you to see what’s going on. “What is it?”

 You hate worrying him like this, especially over something so stupid. Why did you always have to make things uncomfortable? Or better yet, why couldn’t you just be a girl who would fit in his clothes. “Hey, what is it?” he repeats, gentler this time, coming over to rest his hands on your shoulders. Your self-deprecating, cruel inner monologue is clearly showing more than you’d hope. “You alright, love?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, sorry,” you try to laugh it off. “Don’t apologise.” It’s gentle, not scolding. “Just talk to me.” His hands continue rubbing your shoulders lovingly. “Just that I think I’m fine like this is all. Don’t worry about finding stuff for me,” you try. “Don’t be ridiculous; you’ll freeze to death. It’s fine; I don’t mind.” He goes back toward his dresser.

Ugh, how do you say “It’s not about your minding, actually. It’s about my stretching and ruining anything you could possibly lend me” without sounding weird and embarrassing? 

“Thanks. Um, I’m not quite sure anything of yours would fit me though.” “We’ll find something,” he says relaxedly, opening another drawer. “Here, this one is really warm and comfy, and it’ll definitely fit,” he says, tossing you a sweatshirt. You recognize it, have seen him wearing it before. He only ever wore it while lounging at home, and it was quite big on him, so maybe it would be okay. 

“And… uh,” he rummages, “try these. They’re a bit small, but they’re stretchy.” He hands you a pair of sweatpants. You’ve never seen him wear these. They would probably be too big on him. He grabs his towel and some clothes for himself. 

“I’ll go change in the living room. Just come out when you’re ready. Grab whatever you want.” His tone is friendly, at ease. Unlike your feelings. You are freaking out. As soon as he closes the door, you strip down to your knickers, which thankfully aren’t very wet, at top speed, thinking you should hurry in case it takes you time to figure out the clothes. You don’t want to take too long and make things awkward. You towel yourself off and slip on the sweatshirt. It fits fine. It isn’t loose like it is on him, but it doesn’t look too weird. And it is indeed warm and comfy. Now for the more concerning part: you try pulling the pants on, a repeating “please, please, please” playing in your head. Fuck. No luck. They stop a bit above your mid-thigh, and there is no way you’d be able to pull them all the way up. You think of putting your jeans back on, but they are drenched, and it would’ve been like trying to get back into a heavy straight-jacket. You start panicking, unsure what to do, already worrying you are taking too long to come out. You look through his drawers, but all his other bottoms look even smaller. You try just wrapping the towel around your hips, but you look quite strange in the mirror. 

You’re pacing in his room when he knocks. “Y/N? You alright? No rush, really, just making sure everything’s okay?”

You brace yourself, go to the door, and crack it open, hiding your body behind it, just popping your head around. He’s standing there, his wet hair half tied up, a dry t-shirt and sweats on. 

“Um… the sweatpants don’t fit,” you whisper, embarrassed. 

“Oh. Uh, that’s okay. Um, how about…,” he looks around, as if bigger pants would magically materialise somewhere in his living room. “Oh, perfect.” What could possibly be perfect right now? “Your favourite blanket is already on the sofa. How about I turn around, and you can just go get under it, and I’ll hang your trousers on my heater.” 

You nod timidly, the warmth in your cheeks from your embarrassment blazing even hotter at the thought of how sweet he always is to you. 

“Great. Uh, ok,” he chuckles, awkwardly turning around. You scamper to his sofa in your underwear, quickly covering your legs with his big cosy blanket. 

“Ok,” you let out softly. He turns around and looks you over. You can’t tell what’s in his eyes as he does so, but there is an intensity there that you’re not used to. He blinks quickly and gives you a strange, strained smile. He disappears into his room, and you hear him sorting your clothes out to dry. 

You’re fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt when he returns. 

“You alright? Comfortable?” he asks, seemingly back to normal.

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I didn’t meat to, uh, well, sorry I’m a bit difficult,” you reply a bit awkwardly, not knowing what exactly to apologise for but feeling the need to. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. You have nothing to be sorry for. Really. If you’re okay like this, then we’re all good, right?” You can’t help but worry what will happen as soon as you have to get up. Would you wrap the blanket around yourself like a weirdo?  As if reading your thoughts, Sirius goes on playfully, “I’ll wait on you like royalty so you don’t even have to get up.”  You make an odd half laugh, half relieved exhale sound in response, and he just chuckles. “Starting with…” he fast walks over to the door, grabs the bag of records and brings it back over to the sofa, sitting next to you but not getting under the same blanket like he usually does. “Which do you want to listen to first?” he asks, bringing them all out to look at together. 

As soon as you started discussing it, it’s like waking up from a nightmare, realising all is well and returning to a calm normality. You debate and joke, decide on a record, and he gets up to put it on and make some tea, still chatting casually to you throughout. 

When he’s back on the sofa with you, he looks down, smiles, and says, “Looks better on you than on me.” You tug on the sweatshirt self-consciously, smiling shyly at him.  You fall into your easy rhythm, listening, talking, laughing, and before you knew it, the whole record’s played. Sirius gets up, walking toward his collection rather than the small stack of new records on the table. He picks one easily, and puts it on. The quirky piano of Bowie’s “Time” begins, and your heart speeds up. You love this album. So does Sirius. But this isn’t the first track. It’s the first track on the B-side, and the next song after this, you remember, is “The Prettiest Star,” the song you and Sirius danced to just last night. He doesn’t say anything until he’s seated next to you again. “I know we usually listen from the beginning, but the B-side is better on this one, and I didn’t feel like being patient.” His tone is playful, but there’s a heaviness to it. He glances away from you and leans toward the table to take a sip of his tea. 

“What’s your favourite track?” you ask, smiling. You’ve asked him this question innumerable times over the years, but you’ve never been as excited for his answer as this time, and you have a feeling you know what it’ll be. 

“‘The Prettiest Star,’” he replies immediately, looking toward you again. As quickly as he had, he looks away again as he adds, “Because it reminds me of you… even before last night…” After a beat, he ventures a glance toward you, that same searching look from last night taking over his beautiful features.

Unlike last night, you don’t feel panicked — nervous, sure, but more than that, loved. “Last night felt pretty special,” you say. “Yeah?” He seems hopeful. “Yeah, it was.” His voice is serene, like he’s contemplating something utterly peaceful. “It’s funny, though,” you say, and he looks at you, his eyebrow quirked. “It’s really about you, isn’t it? Not me.” You laugh. He looks like he wants to laugh with you, a twinkle in his eye, clearly happy that you are happy, but confusion holds his expression. You explain, “Well, you’re ‘the prettiest star,’ aren’t you? You’re obviously prettier, the prettiest… and the brightest in the night sky in fact… ‘Sirius.’” You say his name with all the love you feel for him.

He leans toward you, taking your hand. He’s smiling, but there’s a sadness to it. 

“You might not be named for a star, but you’re my prettiest star, Y/N.” He looks into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”  His eyes scan your face. “It’s almost too bright to bear sometimes, to be honest, your beauty,” he adds, smiling more vividly now. He brings his other hand to your face, just as he did last night. But this time, his fingertips begin by taking their time tracing your features: your eyebrow first, your nose, your cheekbone, down to your jaw. His thumb grazes your lip, barely touching it but lingering there, before moving to caress you cheek. “You’re so beautiful, my prettiest star,” he repeats, as the song begins in the background. 

“Sirius,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. 

“Darling girl,” he responds, moving closer to you until your foreheads meet. Your nose nuzzles his, and you stay like this for several seconds. You bring your hand to the crook of his neck, and holding him, you lean forward. The song goes silent, the intro ending, the anticipation built, and right as Bowie’s voice comes in, your lips meet. 

Sirius’s hand slips from the side of your face to the back of your head, holding you firmly, leaning into you hungrily. His hand holding yours goes to your waist, pulling you close to him until your chest is flush with his. You wrap your arms around his neck and slip your fingers into his hair. 

He moans into your mouth, and you deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue with yours, breaching into his mouth. He lets you, and as you explore him, he pulls your body until you find yourself kneeling on the sofa in front of him, the blanket fallen to the floor. 

You pull back momentarily, and he stills his movements, watching you, waiting for your cue for what to do next. His eyes are lidded, his pupils blown, his lips parted, but you know that if you sat back down and told him you just wanted to listen to the record, that’s exactly what he’d do. But that’s not what you want. So, you lean forward and pick up your exploration right where you left it. He groans appreciatively and sucks on your tongue in his mouth, before pulling you on top of him. 

You’re straddling him, and you’re so attracted to him you’re drowning in it, but even still, your nerves are there. You feel heavy. Too heavy to be sitting on top of him like this. He keeps his hands on your waist and strokes your back, not venturing any further down, pulling back to look at you. You shift clumsily, trying to put more of your weight on your knees on the sofa, but not being able to without spreading awkwardly wider or ending up lopsided. He holds you firmly, centering you again, hugging you close. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you whisper, trying to explain what he’s already figured out. 

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes him before he says, “Trust me, darling, I’m about as far form uncomfortable as a person can be right now.” He squeezes you lovingly, clearly careful to squeeze all of you and not just any specific place, which might make you uncomfortable. “I’ve been going absolutely mental this whole time just knowing you weren’t wearing anything but your knickers under that blanket.” 

“You have?” you ask, surprised, your eyes wide, your voice soft. He giggles again, always adoring, never mocking. “Fuck, how can someone be so adorable and so sexy at the same time?” It baffles you how someone can say the word “sexy” so seriously and not sound silly at all, give it so much confidence that it just sounds so, well, so sexy. He pecks your lips. “You’re going to kill me, woman.” Now you laugh. 

“Oh?” “Mm,” he groans affirmatively as he runs his hands up your sides and back and kisses you ardently. He moves to your jaw, kissing languidly down to your ear, where he nips playfully and sucks on your neck another moment before looking into your eyes again and saying, “Fuck, Y/N, tell me you want this too.” A kiss. “I’m desperate for you.” Another kiss. “But only if you want me too.” Another kiss, longer this time. “I want to make you feel good, darling. Fuck, I can make you feel so so good.” Your hips grind down on his at his words, and he throws his head back in a lustful groan, and his hands squeeze you tightly where they hold you. He recovers, stroking your back again and resting his forehead on yours as he asks, “Can I touch you, Y/N? I’ll stop anytime you say so, but I’m dying to worship you.” You kiss him deeply, holding him close, grinding your hips down again. “I want you to touch me, Siri.” At this, his mouth immediately devours yours, and his hands come down to squeeze your arse. He kneads it roughly, pulling you into him with each motion, inadvertently pushing his hips up a bit each time to meet yours. You feel the hard, evident bulge in his pants underneath you, and it turns you on even more to feel wanted in such a visceral way. There is no missing how much his body wants yours, and that surprises but arouses you to no end.

His hands come down to your thighs, and you gasp and stiffen a bit. He stops but leaves his hand there, stroking you cautiously. 

“Y/N?” He bumps your nose with his. “I…” You peck his lips. “You really don’t mind my body?” you ask, your voice small. 

“Darling,” he breaks a little. “Mind it? I adore it. Can’t you feel what you do to me?” he half jokes, thrusting up into you. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip at the addictive friction. “Y/N. Look at me, love,” he whispers. You do. “I think you are the most gorgeous, sexiest woman in the world. Of course it’s all intertwined with how much I love you, but that just makes it even better. God, you have no idea how much you turn me on.” He kisses you short but hard. “I never want to tell you how to feel, love, but I just wish you knew how beautiful you are, how you are the most beautiful to me.” You kiss him again and become immersed in it fully. Your tongues are dancing with each other, your hips, your hands, moving in tandem with each other, melting into each other in a perfect push and pull. 

His hands slip under his sweatshirt, and he whispers, “Can I?” You don’t hesitate, entrusting yourself to him, and detaching yourself from him only enough for him to slip it over your head. His hands come to your breasts, and you hear him say “fuck” again as he kneads them and keeps kissing you. His hands keep massaging as his mouth moves down your jaw wetly. He takes his time moving down your body, sucking your neck, licking across your sternum, kissing delicately down to between your breasts. He buries his face there and moans, and it’s so hot you pull him to you and scratch his scalp where you’re holding him by his hair. He kisses there again then his fingers move to pinch your nipples. He mixes pulling it with massaging your whole breast with one hand, but the other just grips your tit as his mouth wraps around your nipple. His tongue licks around it a few times before he sucks on it, and his groan is drowned out by your pleasured yell. 

“Fuck, Sirius,” you say, your voice a rasp. 

“Mmm,” he responds, not letting up, switching breasts after sucking a bit harder. Once he’s satisfied (for now) and your nipples are hard and sore, he grips your tits again with his hands and licks into your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, you have the most incredible tits.” He squeezes them. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of taking your shirt off and touching you.” He goes back down and gives each a quick but delicious suck. “Let’s go to my bed, yeah?” You nod heatedly. 

You’re a bit self-conscious as you move to get off of him, more aware of your body beyond the pleasure again though you had been so lost in it just a moment ago you’d forgotten about everything else. Sirius helps you off and up, his hands on your hips, and he pulls you into him as you both stand, making out with you before squeezing your arse as he pulls away to walk to his bedroom. You wrap your arms around yourself  as you walk with him, but when you’re standing in front of the bed, he takes each of your hands in his and kisses you while holding them, bringing his body flush with yours. You break the contact to pull on his shirt, and he eagerly obliges, removing it and tossing it aside. 

He guides you onto the bed, his body following on top of yours, your mouths connected the whole time. You shuffle up the bed then tug his sweats down when you’re settled. He helps you, shimmying out of them. They get caught on one of his ankles, and you both laugh as he curses and contorts awkwardly to pull them all the way off. 

You’re both left only in your underwear as he starts kissing you again, slowly making his way down your body. He spends a lingering amount of time on your tits again as he goes down then keeps kissing down your stomach to the waistband of your knickers. He looks up at you for any hesitation, but you just bite your lip and lift your hips. He smirks in excitement as he pulls your panties off of you. He does it slowly, teasingly, and he licks down your thigh tracing where the fabric passes. Once they’re off, he pushes your knees a bit further apart and starts kissing and licking his way back up. He sucks at the top of your thigh, and it makes a pop as he separates from you. 

Kneeling between your legs, massaging your thighs on either side of him, he says, “You drive me mad, Y/N. You’re so fucking delicious, I could spend eternity between these thighs.” You squirm at his graphic words, already exceptionally strung out. He chuckles lowly down at you and kisses you quickly before adjusting himself with his head between your thighs. 

“Today really is my lucky day,” he says, face lined up with your cunt. “This is the second time I see you drenched today, and I fucking love being the cause of it this time.” Without further ado, he licks a sopping stripe from your entrance up to your clit.  Even this first motion sounds wet. You’re sure you’ve never been so wet in your life. 

Sirius buries his face in your cunt, groaning as he licks into you then sucks on your lips. He goes back and forth between sucking on you and fucking you with his tongue. He keeps playing with you until you’re squirming before bringing his mouth directly to your clit. He’d grazed it as he licked you before now, bumped you with his nose, teasing you, but now he gives it his full attention. He’s licking and sucking, moaning all the while like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten, moving his whole body with the passion of it, and it takes very little more for you to start cumming on his mouth. You make a yelping sound you’ve never made before in your ecstasy, and with your eyes closed, you feel as if the world is a million miles away; all you feel is your body and where it is connected to Sirius’s.  He keeps up his motions and fervor until your pleasured squirming turns into overstimulation squirming. He gives you one last lick and suck then shuffles up your body, kissing it intermittently as he does, until he’s face to face with you, smiling a smile you’ve never seen before. 

“Hello, darling,” he says, clearly satisfied with himself, kissing you.

“Hi,” you sigh, sounding completely fucked out. He giggles at you and kisses you again. 

“Feel good?” 

“Mmhhmm.” You stretch underneath him and languidly wrap your arms around him, licking his lips slowly before kissing him again. 

“Fuck,” he responds. 

“Yes, please.” Your voice is high, blissful. You rut up into him. He chuckles at you and strokes your hairline, kissing your forehead. 

“You want to? You’re alright?” “Of course, Siri. I’m brilliant.” “That you are, my love,” he beams at you then pushes his pants off. “My prettiest star,” he says, as he pecks your lips then your nose then lines himself up with your entrance. 

His eyes penetrate yours as he pushes into you. You moan in unison, and his mouth lingers just above yours, grazing your lips, your foreheads touching, as he slowly pushes deeper and deeper. When he bottoms out, he kisses you eagerly, stroking his tongue into your mouth as his cock ruts deep inside you. Your hands grip his back. His hands come down to your thighs one at a time, squeezing passionately before pushing your legs up and out, wrapping them around his waist. 

Normally, you’d feel self-conscious in this position. Almost bent in half, your stomach protrudes between the two of you. Your thighs are thick at his sides. But the look on his face, the feel of the movements of his body is all love and adoration and ardor. 

He kisses you as he thrusts a bit harder, keeping it slow at first but vigorously punctuating each thrust. One of his hands rests beside you, holding him up, but the other stayed on your leg, stroking your thigh and gripping your arse or hip bruisingly with each forceful motion of his hips.  

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, “You’re fucking perfect.” He thrusts hard, a gentle kiss on your forehead contrasting it seductively, then begins picking up his pace. He rests his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking on it as he pounds repeatedly into you. 

You’re gripping him tightly to stay in position, your arms and legs tense around him. You can’t move much, but his movements are enough for the both of you, especially as he brings his knees up a bit to get a new angle. He’s hitting your spot with almost every thrust, and you’re whining in pleasure in time with each. You squeeze hard around him, not just your arms and legs but the soft walls around his cock as well, and he groans animalistically into your skin. His hips stutter in response, but a moment later he’s pounding rhythmically again. 

His breathing gets heavier, his muscles tighter, and with a broken gasp, he shifts sideways a bit to snake his hand between you to where you’re connected. He rubs harshly on your clit, not bothering to start slow, clearly aware he doesn’t have time for that. His hips piston even faster; his hand presses harder, and a few seconds later, you feel fit to burst. You let out a yell as you release around him, the most intense orgasm of your life making you see white stars. 

“Sirius,” you half yell, half sigh. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Fuck, fuck. Where do you want me to?” he rushes out, his hips still moving fast in and out of you. You tighten your legs around him, and clench your cunt, pulling him into you. “Inside, Siri. Cum in me.” His immediate groan sounds strangled as you feel the warmth of him inside you. The words “cold fire” play in your mind. He thrusts a few more times then goes limp on top of you, panting loudly, kissing your neck and cheek between heavy breaths. 

He rolls off but stays close, never fully breaking contact with you, and he wraps his arm around your waist, lightly stroking your back, as you both lie on your sides facing each other. You feel the urge to cover yourself up but resist it, trying to melt into the vulnerability. The utter adoration in his eyes when you look into them helps. 

“I love you,” you whisper. He smiles a smile that makes his stormy eyes shine, leans in, and kisses you tenderly. 

“And I love you,” he says matter-of-factly, his voice smooth and sappy. 

You pause, contemplating, reveling in the joy of the moment but unable to ignore a tug in your stomach. “I’m sorry I was too… I don’t know, scared? to really show you before.”

“Don’t be, darling. I’m sorry I waited so long to really show you too, but I’m even more sorry if I ever made you doubt how much I do, how loved you are.” “You didn’t.” You shake your head then nuzzle his nose with yours. “I just sometimes didn’t understand. It’s confusing, how someone like you can love someone like me so much.” “Darling. It’s the least confusing thing in the world. You’re the most beautiful person I know. In all kinds of ways. And I’ll show you every day you’ll have me; you’ll see it clearly too; I’m sure of it. I’m just worried when you do, you’ll realise the real wonder is you loving me.” He laughs a bit, but you can hear the truth to his concern, his own insecurities surfacing. 

You stroke his cheek, kiss him, and say, “We’ll both keep showing each other then. For always.” His smile is subtle, full of love. 

He nods, kisses you again, pulls you into his body, and, hugging you close, repeats, “For always.” 

P.S. notes: I try to keep my reader character inclusive, and this is a bit more specific than I usually do. I just want to acknowledge that everyone relates to their bodies, especially if they’re bigger, in different ways, and I in no way think of anything I write as a generalized take on being plus sized (or any other experience really). These are just things that I have felt in my life, and it has always meant a lot to me to see and hear stories about bigger characters, both when attention is brought to that specific aspect about them and when it isn’t. So, this is my way of adding to that and to write something for myself in that vein. 

#marauders #marauder x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black one shot #smut #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #plus size!reader #fem!reader #reader insert #david bowie #ria250 #fanfiction

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maple story and syrup mornings | ksj

a morning with your fiancé, the week he's finally home for good after two long years

tags: jin x reader (f) / ~2.5k words / fluff / slightly suggestive / established relationship, they're engaged! / slice of life / banter! / idol!jin but all it has is mentions of hybe, namjoon, jin returning from the military, a mention of his promise to live stream for army the day he comes back - nothing about "idol life" and it isn't mentioned if yn is an idol or not / also includes: naked seokjin, mentions of his new bulked up physique, swear words, mention of yn gaining weight in the past and that she had been nervous to have sex with jin but it's just a mention, she's pretty confident and happy here :)

note: this was originally supposed to be a very short drabble of only a few hundred words, but.... i got carried away :3 i might post the original one day / i can't believe this is my first jin fic in a while, so many just stay in the drafts and he's always on my mind. i actually have a couple i thought i posted but they're sitting there waiting to be uploaded!!! this can basically be considered a jin version of comfortable, bare, and hungry. i miss jin so much, i'm at a low place rn and thinking of him is bringing me so much comfort. imagining this made me smile when i first thought of it so i hope it does the same for you!! i hope you guys enjoy!! as always, feedback is always welcome! <3

It’d only been a week, but you’d already gotten used to waking up next to Jin again, as you always had. The empty space beside you shook you to your core for half a second as your half-asleep and delirious self feared the worst - that he’d still been in service - and that the past few days were, in fact, a dream. But the faint, familiar sound of his favorite video game, coming from somewhere in your reality, brought you back. He was home.

It’s only when you crawl out of the covers that you realize that you’d still been naked and sweaty from the night before, even aching all over as a result of the hours of passionate lovemaking after so long apart, as well as Jin’s new, bulked up physique. Both the regular sex and his new body would take long to readjust to, especially considering neither of you could keep your hands off of each other, forgetting you weren’t still running on limited time instead of just another day in the rest of your lives together. It brought you comfort to see that, even after spending so much time away from home, Jin was just as he always was and definitely still the man you were more than ready to marry.... even with his typical hobby of gaming, hours before the sun had fully risen. It didn’t make too much of a difference if it happened before or after sleep. Awake too early and still on military time, Jin’s already-enthusiastic gaming commentary was loud and clear, and you listened closely and happily as you slipped into a silky pink pyjama set - one of the many new lingerie and nightwear sets you’d been too naked to wear the past few days...

The early dawn light crept through from below the curtains, lighting the way as you make your way to the living room where your fiancee crouched in the dark facing the television with the controller in his hands and, unmistakably, the same damn sweatsuit he’d been wearing for seven days straight.

“You’re up!” he exclaims before biting his lip for a moment and once again facing the screen in concentration. “My pretty girl. Just a turn, a second,  and… BAH! Okay, I can pause this for a moment. How are you, my love?”

“Jin…. you need to stop wearing Namjoon’s clothes.”

The day he was discharged from the military, Jin had gone straight to Hybe and livestreamed a prepared special celebration for ARMYs on the group’s eleventh anniversary, as he’d promised, before finally returning home to you in clothes that weren’t his own.

“What are you wearing?” you asked him the next morning over breakfast, only realizing his outfit when he re-wore it then... considering you discarded his clothes with close to superhuman speed the second he got home the day before.

“Namjoonie’s clothes. I, uh… didn’t fit into the clothes the stylist prepared for me, so they just gave me this set. It was the only thing left at Hybe that fit him right before he enlisted, considering he'd been bulking up for so long then, too. Nothing in my closet fits either, so….”

Your fiancee had gone red at his explanation, and first vocal admission that he’d obviously gotten much, much bigger while he'd been in service…. He'd always denied it and acted more humble than he should, so you showed him just how much you loved it by taking the clothes off of him in an instant yet again, and spent many, many hours together. The sight and feel of his new body were incredible, to say the least.... but it's been days, and he really didn’t have anything else to wear.

“We already bought new clothes online! It’s not my fault they haven’t arrived yet!” he protests. “And the rest of Namjoon's clothes at Hybe are too small for me - wow, I never thought I'd say that. I can still kinda smell his cologne on it, which is nice, considering how much I miss him, you know?”

“I know, Jin. I can smell it too! And considering you’d been away for so long, I’d rather my fiancée smell like himself instead of his best friend.” You cross your arms over your chest, stepping towards Jin and bending down to bring your face up against the fabric. Not bad, but not your man. A wince was clearly on your face, followed by a pout to match the one on his.

“Honey, I bet you could fit into one of my t-shirts or sweaters and smell like me, the love of your life, instead,” you snark, wondering if he’d ever missed you and your scent all the time you’d been away from one another.

“My love… I tried. Nothing… nothing fits. Besides,” Jin shakes his head, standing up and towering above you before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m devouring you as much as I can.”

Jin's kisses brought you immense pleasure... but the smell was all too distracting. “I love you, honey, but I'm starting to get jealous of you and Namjoon’s shared boyfriend sweater…. Plus, it's beginning to reek.”

Jin wastes no time pulling the sweater off his torso, chucking it somewhere behind you. “Problem solved.”

Your hand quickly finds his nape, pulling at his hair there and almost losing yourself to his touch once again. “Jin… baby, let's shower."

"Mmm," he quietly grumbles against your skin. "I already did, boo, sorry."

"I told you I was looking forward to shower sex with you, Jin!" you protest, pulling away and pouting.

"I'm sorry, my love! I just got so used to working out and showering first thing... Next time," he smiles, pulling your head towards his chest. Feeling his buff chest against your head, you suddenly have no complaints if you had to wait a little longer... it might be nice that Jin is trying to maintain this physique.

"Tell you what," he says, pulling away. "You go shower and, since this is bothering you so much, I'll get the laundry going and throw Namjoon's clothes in. Not only that, I'll make breakfast too. Our signature choco-chip and banana pancakes. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good," you say, smiling and rolling your eyes as you give in.

"Go," he laughs, slapping your ass when you finally pull away.

-

"Honey, is that you? Breakfast's ready!" you hear him call.

Done with your shower and haircare, you forego your pyjamas or any other item of clothing, merely wrapping yourself up in a silk robe. Jin had looked too delectable already - you'd be naked with him again in no time.

You didn't expect it to be this soon.

Walking into the living room, you find your fiance, once again, crouched in front of the television and playing his game intently... naked.

"Oh, hey gorgeous," he says upon looking at you. "Let’s eat.”

“Jin.... fucking hell, why are you naked?!" you yelp, taking in the way the streaming sunlight highlighted his body.

"What?" he yelps. "I told you I don't have any other clothes! Let's eat, honey - I'm starving."

"I'm starving too! And I will not be able to eat if you're naked."

“What? A man can’t be naked in his own home?” Jin questions, genuinely confused.

"Not if he's you, looking like that!"

"Honey, I was just as naked hours ago in bed with you. We were both naked right there in the kitchen after lunch yesterday."

"And that was the last time we ate, Jin! Go wear… something. Let’s eat something besides each other, please I'm fucking starving, and you look like a whole ass feast. Jin your...," you stop, licking your salivating lips and proving your point. "There's one thing I want in my mouth right now."

“Baby,” he laughs with a flushed face, almost choking on the bite he’d taken of the banana that had adorned the dish. “I can’t be dressed, and I can’t be naked? Those are a person’s only two options! You’ve seen and felt… all of this…so many times. It’ll likely happen again very soon, and nothing fits! Can’t I just-”

“Are you hungry? Or can we fuck?” you interrupt him angrily, unwrapping your robe and letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh,” Jin moans, melting at the sight of you. “Oh, let me eat you out - that’ll fulfill me.”

“And what about me?” you say with raised brows and a hand on his chest when he wraps his arm around you.

“There’s sixt-“

Before Jin can finish, a loud rumble echoes from his abdomen. Your stomach lets out a similar noise in turn. 

“I’ll get dressed. We’re fucking later.”

“Good. Go." you teasingly push Jin away from you, catching the smile on his face as he reluctantly walks away and towards the bedroom... where he stays for far longer than expected.

“Seokjin-ah?” you call out from the kitchen, dressed in your robe again. “You okay?”

“Don’t you dare laugh.”

The door to your bedroom swings open, and Jin stands by the doorway in a floral skirt of yours paired with one of his regular old Disney t-shirts, so snug on his body like a Y2K babydoll tee and cropped right across his abs.

It was impossible to fulfill Jin's command, and you howl right on cue.

"No. No, you do not get to laugh. You said I had to change. I told you barely anything fits," he says, walking straight up to the dining table while holding back a smile behind his pout, and he finally lets it appear on his face when you inadvertently let out a snort. "Let’s just eat, you dorky, beautiful brat."

The cutlery clangs as you and Jin eat from the same plate, your preferred toppings messily intermixing around the plate. The pancakes were as good as you expected them to be, but it didn’t quite fulfill your appetite. Judging by Seokjin’s silence as he ate, you wondered if the same could be said for him. It was hard to savor any bite you'd taken, as it was just as hard to push away the thought that though he sure looked goofy in his mismatched, oddly fitting clothes... the Kim Seokjin magic was too damn real. With his growing hair sticking to his forehead, abs peeking beneath the shirt, and concentrated expression... he looked delectable as he licked off the fork in his hands. His plump lips are covered in chocolate.... and all you want to do is lick and kiss it off.

“What do you want to do today, Jin?” You'd asked him this question every day, checking in to see if he ever wanted to see anyone else or do anything different. Besides a quick family reunion, he hadn't left the apartment. After years of living on borrowed time, the lifetime you had in front of you together as husband and wife suddenly felt too short. You remember selfishly hoping to spend almost every waking minute with the love of your life while knowing his hobbies, friends, and commitments... and here he stayed.

“Today? Well, I worked out and showered already - might repeat that this evening for your sake, princess. I'll game. Watch a movie with you later? One of the ones I missed in cinemas while in the service. Dinner. You know... I want to do 'at-home-with-my-future-wife things' and continue this domestic bliss.. forever...” he says, finally looking at you. “Is that okay? Anything you want to do?”

“You,” you smirk, and Jin almost chokes on the bite he’d taken. You’d resisted licking that glimpse of his abs all throughout the meal. No more. "I'm disappointed not to hear the same on your list."

"Honey, sex and kisses were a given, but... even now?" he giggles, pointing to the clothes he had on.

"Even now, Mr. Worldwide Handsome.... This is unforgettable, hilarious and still adorable.... but you probably could've just stayed naked."

“I told you. Come here, baby,” he finally chuckles, and you listen, taking the two necessary baby steps to get to him and quickly help take off the clothes he had on. Ignoring the returning ache in your legs in the process, you straddle his naked body on the chair and loosen your robe to give him a full view of your chest and stomach before placing the plate between your two bodies, taking turns feeding one another the final bites of breakfast. 

When the plate is empty save for the disgustingly sweet combination of all your toppings, Jin calls your name to ensure he has your attention as he dips his three fingers into the untouched, decorative mountain of whipped cream before licking it off in one fell swoop, his eyes staring into yours all the way through. Quickly, you wrap your arms around his neck and finally begin to nibble at Jin's chocolatey lips, guiding his hand to your breast while the other is at the small of your back. The forgotten plate between you loses its balance and drops of the syrupy liquid make their way onto your thighs. Jin jerks as you, and he's quick to set the plate back on the table and wipe away the syrup. Though simple, the action makes your legs twitch, and the ache returns.

“Honey… Does it still hurt? I caught you limping." Jin quickly licks his finger clean before gently grazing your thighs as he begins thinking aloud. "If it hurts... should we start taking it easy? I want you, but if you're in pain... Maybe I should skip my morning workouts. If it’s making me rougher-”

You interrupt Jin with a kiss, tugging at his lower lip hard when he tries to pull away.

“Mmm, ow,” he mumbles.

“Want me to stop doing that?”

“Fuck no,” he says, licking his lips. "But it's different, I-"

“It'll just take getting used to, is all," you say, grazing Jin's chest.

"Do you remember what you told me when I gained weight? And I was scared to have sex with you? You told me that if I hurt you, you'd tell me. And you told me you loved my body no matter how it looked like. That's still true, right?"

You confidently ask the question with Jin's head in your hands, knowing the answer.

"Of course, my love. What are you saying?"

"The same goes for you, honey. Don't keep up or get rid of this physique for my benefit. If you want to skip your workouts, skip it. If you want to keep it up, that's fine too. If it hurts too much, if you’re too rough, I’ll tell you… And we keep promises in this relationship, right?"

Jin nods, his gaze fixated on your lips.

"As you said, we can always find another way, too,” you whisper, brushing the hair away from his forehead to place a kiss upon it and pushing your body closer to his. Feeling his length harden underneath you, you kiss him on the lips once more and undo your robe entirely, letting the silk fall down your back and rest bunched up over his thighs. Jin takes in the sight before quickly discarding the silky garment.

“Oh, my love,” he exhales with a tightening grip on your hips. “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you... just like this."

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[cuminspice]

Alternative to "William"

This is my first writing of anything in a really long time. No idea where I'm going with this but I knew if I didn't post it, it would never see the light of day.

XXX

It took 6 years, but when it happened, it felt like only 6 days.

She was walking William home from school (Andrew, his name was Andrew now, she reminded herself) when she saw him sitting on a park bench under a tree. Jeans, long sleeved shirt under a black bomber jacket, trying so hard to look casual and failing miserably.

Their eyes met and she thought she’d forgotten how to breathe. Andrew was pulling on her hand so she let him lead her back to the apartment. He pushed off the bench and slowly followed. She let him, allowing him to catch up at his own pace.

He maintained the distance, a slow shadow deciding whether to return to their world or slip away. She held the building door open, waiting for his decision. A half second’s hesitation in his step made her heart clench in panic, to have him so close yet still out of her grasp. Then he approached and she exhaled.

Late that night, after Andrew (William now, he could be William again) had chattered himself to sleep mid-sentence, did they talk.

“You were hard to find.”

“That was the point.” She had disappeared as an absolute last resort, cooked up during a desperate intervention. Her few loved ones still alive and present, trying anything to prevent her from making a decision they were sure she’d regret forever.

She had hated them in that moment, had screamed insults at each of them, the worst at her mother who took it all stone faced as she tried to break the final bonds of love and friendship so they would walk away.

It had been her brother, of all people, who had convinced her to run.

“There is no one else in the world who can understand what needs to be done to protect William,” he told her quietly. “No one else knows the dangers out there. You do this-“ he couldn’t even say the word “-and you think he’ll be anonymous and protected? How? You yourself have said they can find anyone anywhere. Use your resources and experience to protect yourselves.”

So she did. She thought several steps ahead of every decision she made, thinking of what “Normal Scully” would do, what “Panicked Scully” would do, what “Rational Scully Trying to Shake Off a Tail” would do. Then she did something else entirely. She changed her appearance, gaining weight, changing her hair, wearing drug store makeup in garish colors, and never touching a pair of her formerly signature heels again.

“Is it really over?” She asked.

“So far as anyone can tell. No guarantees, of course, but you can go home.”

“And you?” <Nowhere is home without you, don’t you know that by now?>

A soft exhale. An almost imperceptible loosening of tension in his shoulders. And then, the hint of a smile before he said, “Wherever you want me to be.”  

She reached out a hand, but he was the one who took it, stroking the soft back of her palm in a way she thought she’d never feel again.

“Let’s go home,” she whispered.

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[koogl001]

Part 2 would be lovely.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

This is part 2 of the Damaged Mind Headcanon

Part 1 HERE Part 3 HERE

When you woke up in your room, you instantly knew that what happened wasn’t just a dream

It felt too real, and too terrifying

You jumped when a gentle knock came, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, you were too emotionally and psychically drained

 But even without your permission, Alastor entered your chambers with a worried look on his face

He knew what happened, he suffered from panic attacks all the time when he was a child due to his father abusing him and his beloved mother

He could hardly taste it, the fear that was radiating from you yesterday evening, and he didn’t like it one bit

Who knew he was able to feel sympathy?

Definitely not you

You buried your face in a pillow, the weight f the situation and the embarrassment too much for you

You didn’t have the energy to talk, all you were able to produce were small “hmm”s and even that was tiring for you in your current state

Alastor, in a soothing voice, reassured you that your problems were something you could work on and overcome, and that he would not inform Charlie nor anyone else

But what he didn’t promise was not using this to his advantage

He was looking for a way to have you all to himself and this was his golden ticket

If he could gain your trust and use your paranoia to convince you that the only way for you to be safe is to take you to his home, a desolated place with not a soul anywhere nearby and lock you up there for you “protection” then he could and would be the only one to have access to you

And that is exactly what he would do

He’d make it his duty to point out any threatening traits the others possessed, to tell you that you were easily disposable to Charlie whom could just find another employee, that Vaggie didn’t trust you and wouldn’t hesitate to “dispose” of you if she felt it was necessary, that Angel was an ex-mafia member who could turn on you in a minute, that Husk could not care less about your safety and would not think twice to kill/sacrifice you to save his own skin, that Niffty whom was handling most of the cooking could slip you a poisoned meal without you realising till it was too late

He was the only one with the power and the actual intent of protecting you, he told you

But you couldn’t just take his word for it, so you did what only seemed logical to your dishevelled mind

You made a deal with him

You played right into his hands without realising

He would protect you no matter what and would never allow any harm to come your way in exchange for your absolute obedience

Hey, what is the worst thing he could possibly ask of you anyways?

He took you to his home under the pretence of retrieving some important stuff with which he would need your help

He told you the place was isolated, and it would be virtually impossible for anyone to stumble upon it, making it safe from any intruders and possible threats you could face as the Happy Hotel staff

You kinda liked it there, it was extravagant just like its owner, there was a calming quietness, it was far from other sinners, and it had the biggest library you have ever seen in your life

Alastor had you absolutely hooked without your knowledge, all he needed to do now was to reel you in

“You know darling, I’ve been thinking of moving back here instead of staying at the Hotel. Wouldn’t you agree it’s so much more peaceful here?”

Of course you agreed, this could be your safe haven, the place where you wouldn’t have to look over your shoulder every two seconds, the place where you could forget your fears and start living again

“And it would be only natural for you to come with me so I could protect you, no?”

Right, if he was here and you were at the Hotel and something happened to you, how would he even know?

This made sense, it absolutely did, you convinced yourself

You needed to stay by his side, you weren’t ready to die

He had you trapped and yet, you felt finally free

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[have-a-treato]

Sweet Things

hi i've been sad so have a comfort fic with my comfort couple

Gale/Tasha (Tav)

Content: hurt/comfort, no sex, bathing, headaches/migraines, brief positive mention of weight gain, short and sweet, post-canon

Word count: 2.3k

She was drifting when she heard his gentle voice in her ear, “You are so beautiful,” quiet and reverent.   Grinning she whispered back to him, eyes still closed, “You just like it when I’m under your spell.”   “A heady sensation to be sure, but,” she felt two fingers brush either side of her cheeks, tracing along the delicate scales there, “You have no idea how stunning you look right now.”  “Naked in the bath with the Hells knocking about in my skull?”  “Exactly,” he murmured, the feather-light brush of his soft lips against hers making her crack open an eye. 

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These times of hell within her own head haunted Tasha. She used to live her life constantly braced for the next episode, the next round of being chained to a bed in a dark room. Healers helped but did not cure, and she felt no long-term relief until she was ironically host to a terminal parasite.  

Long after being cured of the mind flayer tadpoles, those episodes started up again. She had hoped they were gone for good, but she supposed that she had to take some bad with overwhelming good that had come her way after everything. She and Gale had made a wonderful life together, her friends were whole and hale, and wrote to her often. What was a little illness now and then? 

This morning she woke to the usual citrus and salt fragrance of their rooms bombarding her nose, the lovely cast of the morning sun through their window piercing at her eyes, and the sounds of Gale through the house and the bustle of Waterdeep outside nearly deafening her. Loud and clear that warning had been. So, she darkened the room, crawled back under her thick covers, and cast a sound dampening bubble around the bed. There was sweet relief for a while, but then the pain came full force as she expected.  

Heat flashing through her skin, the muscles of her neck and jaw tightening painfully, the sludgy feeling through her mind, and of course the throbbing pain on one side of her skull. Her familiar demon. 

As she breathed evenly through the waves, she suddenly felt a blessedly cool hand on her brow, causing her eyes to flutter open.  

“Time again?” Gale asked in a whisper.  

All she could do was nod. She closed her eyes again, refocusing on her breathing as she felt him leave her side. The quiet sha sha of his clothes shifting with his movements told her where he was in the room. By the chest at the foot of the bed now, and next came the slow deliberate sound of him attempting to open it quietly. He was retrieving some of the potions she kept on hand from healers for these episodes. They helped with the pain, but her body would still feel wrong, sometimes for a few days when these attacks were at their worst, before the tadpole.  

Shuffling feet to her right announced Gale’s return to her side. “Here, love. Can you sit up?” 

Tasha propped herself up on her pillow, Gale’s arm hovering across her shoulders. He handed her a deep purple glass vial, stopper already removed, for her to bravely choke back. She shot it back like cheap liquor, grimacing and immediately reaching for Gale’s proffered glass of water to dilute the horrid taste in her mouth.  

“Really wish I could help them figure out how to make these taste better,” she groaned, sticking out her tongue.  

Gale only smiled at her, helping her shuffle back under the blankets. As she became settled again, closing her eyes, his forehead met hers gently. His fingers at either side of her delicately scaled temples provided magical coolness, a balm to the inferno building behind her eyes.  

Whispering still, he asked, “Now, before that kicks in, is there anything you need? Anything you’d like to do? What about a bath, or tea, or food?” 

She hummed as she took time to sort through her thoughts between waves of throbbing pain, breathing evenly, Gale’s touch grounding her. A bath did sound nice... 

“Maybe a bath first, then tea,” she sighed as his fingers began massaging in small circles, then a thought occurred to her. “Don’t you have classes today?” 

“Not anymore.” 

“You can’t cancel a full day of classes just for me,” she sighed again. He’d been teaching for a while with the Blackstaff and was quite accomplished.  

“Of course I can. Besides, I rather think most of my students appreciate the day off.”  

She huffed a tiny chuckle at that, causing a spike of pain in her skull. Sucking air through her gritted teeth, she grimaced, “As much as I love the way you make me laugh, better not for now.” 

“Of course my love,” he pecked her nose and pulled away, trailing his fingers along her jaw as he went, “I’ll make sure everything is set up in the bath and come back. Stay put.” 

No problems there. She sank into her pillow and let her mind wander a while, listening to the gentle splash of the water filling the tub in the bathroom. A tinkle of glass there, a shuffle here as Gale prepared the bath.  

Gale took her hands and helped her out of their bed. It was cozy, not overly large and made of dark wood. It had posts that were carved with vines - very useful when she was in better health, but those fantasies would have to wait.  

He led her across the carpets into their washroom. At her insistence it had been renovated when she moved in in order to fit a large and deep tub, kept magically warm for hours, of course. She could sit on a shelf that lined the inside wall and still be covered by the water up to her collarbones. This was worthy of a dragon.  

Now she sat with her head leaning on the rim, Gale brushing through her thick straight black hair with a bone comb. He had a slow and gentle pace, the teeth of the comb gliding through her untangled strands, softly scraping her scalp in the most wonderful way. She matched her breathing to his pace, grounding herself to his care. He always kept her tethered to earth when she needed it. 

“How are you feeling?” He whispered. 

“Seems to be working, but my head is still so foggy.” 

“Can I do anything else for you?” 

She sighed as she thought, eyes closed. “Hmm... talk to me? Tell me a tale, I love listening to you tell stories.”  

She couldn’t see Gale’s cheeks flame, but she’d surely set him off with that compliment. He’d have to behave himself. He cleared his throat, “Well, um. Let me think...” 

He continued his slow and methodical motions through her hair, pondering which of his many tales he might regale her with, when an idea came to him. He lowered the comb but his fingers still sorted through her silky tresses, until his hand came to the back of her head. His fingers kneaded the space where her skull attached to her neck, coaxing a small moan from her. Smiling broadly to himself, his forehead lowered to hers. 

“Have I told you about when we met?” 

“I was there, wasn’t I?” 

“Hm, yes, but you weren’t in my mind, even with the tadpole.” 

“True... did I stun you with my beauty?” 

“Exactly that,” he chuckled, speaking softly, “I thought my prayers were answered, that if anyone could save us it would be you.” 

Tasha huffed in response, clearly unconvinced. It was then that she felt his other hand slip into the water and trail down her arm, a loving light caress. 

“I thought,” Gale continued, watching her closed lashes flutter, “This contradiction of a creature, with her warm brown skin, icy eyes, and tempest disposition... Well, she knows what she’s doing.” 

That brought a full laugh out of her. She shook her head and opened her eyes as Gale lifted his head and dragged his hand back up her arm, resting it gently on the side of her neck. Her eyes always mesmerized him; she had a reptilian pupil and black sclera in the left eye, more of her draconic heritage coming through along with her opalescent scales. Both eyes were a stunning green-blue, icy being a truly apt description in most lights, but when one deigned to look closer, they would find a startling blue flame there, a sure sign of her warm-hearted nature that lay buried under her hard exterior.  

Her eyes lit up when she laughed, but then quickly collapsed into a grimace as she touched two fingers to her temple.  

“Ah, why must mirth be punished so?” she sighed and sunk lower into the tub. A sharp pulse of pain ricocheted through her skull, overcoming the potion she had taken earlier. After a moment it began to subside, but she was left even deeper in malaise.  

“Have you thought of seeing Halsin?” 

“No,” she blew out a breath, “My family and I went to many healers as a child, none of them Halsin, mind, but they could not fix this. They only help ease the symptoms.” 

“Still, I’m curious what Halsin would have to say.” 

“I’ve thought about it since these attacks have come back. You and he together might have interesting theories, I’m certain, but I also think fixing it would involve some sort of meddling in my brain that I’ve had enough of for one life.” 

Gale chuckled at that, “No arguments there, my love. Rest now, let me take care of you.” 

She dipped her head below the water to wet her long hair, staying under for a moment. The warmth relaxed the muscles in her face and scalp, a welcome relief as the earlier pain ebbed away. When she surfaced again Gale was there with soap and nimble fingers, digging into the roots of her hair and massaging her into a limp mess at his mercy. Her head lolled against the rim of the tub, her jaw slack, arms floating limp. 

 She was drifting when she heard his gentle voice in her ear, “You are so beautiful,” quiet and reverent.  

Grinning she whispered back to him, eyes still closed, “You just like it when I’m under your spell.”  

“A heady sensation to be sure, but,” she felt two fingers brush either side of her cheeks, tracing along the delicate scales there, “You have no idea how stunning you look right now.” 

“Naked in the bath with the Hells knocking about in my skull?” 

“Exactly,” he murmured, the feather-light brush of his soft lips against hers making her crack open an eye. 

When he pulled back she grinned at him again, “Dry and oil my hair then take me to bed, wizard.”  

“Yes my lady,” he did not miss a beat and gave her a quick wink before helping her rinse the soap from her hair. He guided her to lean her head back, letting her hair drip down the side of the tub. With a soft cloth he patted most of the moisture out, then used a simple spell to create an air current between his palms. The air tickled the tips of her ears as he worked and she let her mind wander. Again, the bone comb was meticulously run through her strands as he applied oil to the bottom half, leaving the dark curtain of her hair soft, shiny and smelling of roses.  

Finished, he guided her up out of the water with small touches to her shoulders, her hips, her hands. She stood on a woven grass matt as he dried her skin with a linen sheet. His hands never ruffled, never lingered, but continued his methodology over her body. He kneeled before her, eyes upturned, as he moved the cloth over her legs, even between her toes. Tasha was ever moved by his careful handling of her at her weakest, but never making her feel weak. A soft smile stretched her lips, her hand reaching out to trail down his cheek and jaw, following the old path of the magic that once doomed him. Her fingertips passed through the transition from textured skin to neat scruff, ending at his chin and falling away back to her side, their eyes never leaving each other.  

She felt his hands glide like wings upward to the space behind her knees. Her left knee had a dusting of scales that he passed quickly on his way over her thighs up to her hips, where more grew in a pattern that painted a V shape over her abdomen. He paused there, roaming over the softness that had widened her hips and rounded her belly since they had saved the world and taken up academics. Gale seemed to love that about her, that his food and their new life together had helped her “bloom” as he liked to say. She simply gained weight, but she wasn’t about to stop him from describing her in such flattering flowery language.  

The slight callouses on his palms tickled her soft umber skin as he leaned forward and rose up from his knees. His arms encircled her and lifted her up with him, fulfilling his agreement to take her to bed. Legs wrapped around his waist, arms over his shoulders, and head tucked into his neck, her heart melted to the floor as she was brought back to their bed.  

The satin bedclothes were a siren song as her skin brushed against them, and she scuttled further beneath the thick batting-filled blanket. Gale was there beside her as she finally got comfortable, reaching out and taking her fingers in his.  

“I’ll likely sleep all day but I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “What will you get up to today?” 

“Keep an eye on you.” 

“Not much to keep an eye on when I’m asleep.” 

“You’ve got to eat, don’t you?” He slipped his fingers from hers and lightly tapped the tip of her nose, “Besides, I’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on. No reason I can’t do both.” 

Tasha shook her head at him, eyes beginning to flutter. 

Gale grinned at her warmly, “Rest, love. Don’t worry about me and let me worry about you.” He reached out again to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be right here.” 

She sighed and did as she was bidden, slowly drifting off in the comfortable silence between them. Eventually she felt his weight lift from the bed and his soft steps fade into the background, her mind traveling with him as she sank into pleasant rest.  

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[mymistakewriting]

Diaz Family Dynamics

This comes with the standard warnings of 'hey if you think I'm bashing this character, I'm not' and 'if you don't like my content, you don't have to interact with it because I ain't fighting with people over opinions'. With a single exception. I am absolutely bashing Helena and Ramon Diaz. They're terrible parents and even worse people. my asks are open for questions or conversations!

I also have other thoughts about Eddie, including things involving him and Shannon, and more things about him and his sisters, his traumas, etc. However, I think this post is a little too heavy to share all of those. If you're interested in any of them, let me know. I'll do a separate post for them later regardless, but I'd love to see what people are interested in hearing about.

Trigger warnings: PTSD, talk of child neglect & abuse. It's Eddie Diaz and his family, that's it's own warning.

Let's get the hard stuff out of the way first, shall we? As someone who's been in shoes similar to Eddie and Maddie as oldest sibling who's had to step up and be a parent to their younger siblings, there is no situation where a child is raising another child and it's not because the actual parents are neglectful at best and abusive at worst. The Diaz parents are both. And it's exactly the way you'd think. Helena is shown to be verbally and emotionally abusive to Eddie in the flashbacks we're given during Eddie Begins. She sits back and watches her son, who's a newly single father and still healing from injuries he gained in a war that he ran to in part because of his parents struggle with multiple jobs at once, doctors appointments for himself AND his son, and did nothing to help. Instead, she used the fact that he was struggling as an excuse to ask for custody of Christopher. And considering Eddie grew up with that same style of abuse, that he shielded his sisters from receiving it, too? Yeah, I hope she burns in Hell for it.

And Ramon. Oh, Ramon. He's equally shitty to Eddie when it comes to verbal abuse. He abandoned the family (for work, yes, but what decent father looks at their 10 year old son and tells them it's time to 'man up'?). And no one has a fight style scrappy enough for genuine street fighting, the way Eddie's got, unless it was learned originally in self defense and then refined later on with actual lessons. I'd put money on Ramon having laid hands on Eddie a time or two before he got big enough to fight back. I've seen it, I grew up with kids who have that exact fighting style and that's what it was from. And the way he never turns his back on his father when they do interact? It's a survivor's skill that you learn the hard way.

Also? All of Eddie's doubts about him being a good dad? His worries that he's fucking Christopher up when he's given everything he's got for his son? Those come from his parents, too. He's always tried to make sure he wasn't like either of his parents, but those doubts don't leave very easily when you've spent your whole life not knowing anything else. Helena definitely drilled it in the entire time after Eddie came home from overseas that what he was doing for Christopher's sake wasn't enough. That he wasn't a good enough parent.

I'm also entirely sure that Eddie's lack of skill in cooking stems in part from his childhood. He was the oldest sibling of three, and he was helping raise his sisters. He probably tried to learn to cook by the time he was 12 for their sake but was told no by his mother. They're a Southern family, do you know how much time some boys are allowed to spend in the kitchen when there's daughters around to learn to cook instead? Sure isn't enough to learn anything. And I 100% believe Helena just refused to teach him. He learned how to cook eggs when he was 12, but no one ever taught him anything else until after he moved to LA, where Pepa and Isabel stepped in and tried to teach him. But it's harder to learn to cook in your late 20s when you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders already than it would be when you're a kid. It's just an unfortunate fact that some aspects of toxic masculinity like that are furthered by the mothers here in the American South. Sometimes.

Additionally, Eddie's never considered that he could be anything other than straight (I think he's bisexual but demiromantic, but that's just a headcanon). Again. Welcome to the South. He grew up Catholic. No way in Hell that Ramon didn't threaten to 'beat the gay out of him' the first time he was overheard jokingly flirting with a friend in high school. More families are like that down here than I want to admit. My own included. Just look how quickly Eddie's communication style changes when he realizes something sounds flirty. All those times he's jokingly said something to Buck and then went too serious directly after for no discernible reason? Bet you anything it's that.

He didn't leave despite hating staying with his parents after Shannon left not because he couldn't (Pepa or Isabel would've let them stay until he got a place, I'm sure that's what happened anyway because he packed them up and left on a dime anyway) because he had to make sure his sisters were out of his parents' home first. He'd rather suffer than leave them unprotected from it all.

All three Diaz siblings went no contact eventually. Then Eddie switched to limited contact because he thought Christopher deserved to know his living grandparents after Shannon's death. The only time they all show up is when it's required (like at Ramon's retirement party).

And final comment involving the Diaz parents: Eddie never wanted to marry Shannon. Another unfortunate tradition here in the South that still happens (less frequently, but happens): sometimes the parents force a marriage in the case of an unplanned pregnancy. We've had several in my family. Eddie loved Shannon, yes. But he never would have married her on his own. His parents forced it as soon as they found out Shannon was pregnant. It's part of why their marriage was so toxic, I think.

#kieran talks #911 #eddie diaz #not writing #tw: mentions of abuse #tw: ptsd #helena and ramon diaz can suffer imo #them and the buckley parents deserve pain and nothing else #those are my thoughts and no one can convince me otherwise #also ignore any misspellings or bad grammar its 3 am for me as I post this

[hellsbroadcaster]

I feel bad because I haven't really done much here. I don't really like using my health as an excuse but its genuinely what it is. I'm exhausted all the time. This steroid medication is the worst and its going on 8 whole month's I've been taking it. I've gained a ton of weight, like it doesn't feel normal. my body aches all the time. I feel like I'm pregnant. none of my clothes fit me anymore which only leads to more of my inner self loathing which I hate because after my last relationship i really worked hard to build myself up. And it felts like every time I think I'm getting better SOMETHING happens. and I try so hard to not let it get to me.

It took me years to stop being in denial about diabetes. i almost had to die before I started to accept that this was my life. and ive been proud and worked very hard to get where I am with it. not I feel like I'm failing again cuz the steroids work against them. my A1C went up, and i'm just so disappointed by it. I've been having some manner of fatigue about taking my meds. which i usually dont but i find myself taking them later and later in the day. Sunday, I opted to not take the steroid and with only ONE day it made me feel horribly sick. this blood disorder really is the worst. the fact that i cant go one day without it or it'll really make me sick just annoys the crap out of me. I hate it. i hate not having control on it. also when i talked to my therapist she talks about how trauma has a lot to do with your health and how it effects your body. and when I think back to all the trauma i've experienced within the last 6 years? it makes sense the way my body is just trying to kill me. because what are the odds I get a rare blood disease like really.

and I hate talking about it because I feel like such a burden. when people ask me how i'm doing and i say okay because if I tell them its day three and I still feel like shit like ppl get tired eventually. i always have to act like i'm good at home anyway because otherwise I'll hear my mom say 'oh its always something with you' like i asked for this shit.

I guess my point is, I really wanna be more active but I put all my energy into work because its such a complicated job, and if I slack off even a little its a pain in the ass to get caught back up and so its always frustrating when I have to take off and i come back to a mess despite me leaving it perfect for the person who is backing me up. they wont pay me FMLA, and I have to take off at least one day a week to make appointments for this illness. i technically work the full 80 hours but on the days i work 12s i cant take a lunch, i have to get up earlier. and its already draining for me. so by the time I get off work, I don't even wanna transition to my laptop. but I love being here and i have so much fun so i try my best. lately tho, I look at my drafts and I have so much muse but no energy at all. i promise i am working on it. I really just ask for patience. being in this fandom has been the most fun i've had on tumblr in a very long time.

my hope with this new medication I am getting, they will start to tamper me off the steroids, and my energy will start to come back as the dose goes down. my fingers are crossed honestly.

#⌜off the air⌟ . // ooc #health / mention. #delete later #sorry ndslfndskl this has been in my head and I just needed to write it down to get it out of my head #fndskflnsdklf #just chronically ill things