#and i don't want to be told 'oh you'll feel better magically! you'll get over those things!'

[uncanny-tranny]

Something that actually helped me feel less suicidal was accepting that I will likely always be suicidal. That sounds counterproductive to some, but I felt so guilty about having it "so good," yet still being suicidal. I felt guilty for what I felt, and I felt selfish for going through so much and being affected by it in a stigmatized way. Now that I accepted this part of myself instead of shoving it away, I appreciate the things that make me want to live. I do want to live, but I also want to change my circumstances to make my life easier, even if it won't magically change my deeper feelings.

Sometimes, you will never stop being suicidal, and you know what? You are allowed to make your peace with that without stopping the emotions or without demonizing yourself or being demonized for it. This might not help everyone, but I always think offering different modes of thought and different ways of seeing to be beneficial in making sure we actually take care of suicidal people in non-stigmatizing and compassionate ways.

[yuulettte]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫?!"

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

✰ Tags: gn!reader x various JJK men, fluff, reader has a cold oh NOOOO!!, sfw, just sugary sweet

✰Characters: Gojo, Yuta, Yuji, Geto, Megumi, Nanami

✰ A/N: I tested positive for covid so I decided to be self indulgent.. First time writing hcs for most of these boys ( ´ ▽ ` ) I apologize in advance

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You tell him not to come near you out of habit, but he reminds you about his limitless technique! Can germs touch him? Who knows~

Long movie watching sessions, he'll buy you whatever you want to eat. Shoko told him to make sure you're hydrated, so he might force you to drink. Good luck!

Still manages to make you laugh with his antics. He'll wave his hands over you, using that eccentric tone, "Get better~ get better~!" as if it'll magically heal you

One time you catch him reading articles online on how to take care of a sick partner. The expression on his face is that of pure focus

He eventually gets fed up and says something about how 'the strongest never gets sick!' And thus turns off his technique to cuddle with you. He catches your cold the next day LOL

Guess even the strongest isn't immune to flu season

𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Attentive in every way. Is absolutely unafraid of getting sick. He always ends up catching whatever bug you have because he takes care of you no matter what

Runs you warm baths. He'll help you wash, dry your hair, and get dressed.

Rubs your back if you're feeling unwell, even when you're not sick ( ´ ▽ ` )

"What do you need? I'll go get it for you. Is there a dish you'd like for me to cook?"

He's an insanely good care taker (no surprise)

Has a habit of buying you plushies whenever you get sick, so your bed is over taken by them after a few years of dating. It's an army.. Or so you call it!

Will give you that sad puppy look if you refuse to let him hold you, even if it's out of love. He just wants to make you feel better

Doesn't let anyone else enter the house unless it's your family, he's your boyfriend and so it's his responsibility to take care of you! (he's protective)

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Will show up at your place with a bag full of medicine and goodies

Also doesn't care about catching whatever you have.

"I've got a super good immune system, so it's no problem!"

It's true too, what takes you a week to get over he'll tank in two days. It's actually kinda scary

He'll do whatever he can to make you laugh. And if you can't, then he'll comfort you

You'll have video game tournaments in your bed, and by the end he's always curled around you like a guard dog. The both of you fall asleep like that often

He'll wipe the sweat from your forehead and give you a cooling pad when you wake up as an apology :'D

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He's not very good with germs, so he might keep his distance if you have a nasty virus

He still really cares! Just may approach you with a mask and some anti bacterial

Lots of praise. Reminds you that it'll be okay, you'll feel better soon and he'll make sure of it

"You'll feel better soon my love, don't worry. Just drink this,"

He'll sooth you with his voice to help you fall asleep.

Like Satoru, he'll ask Shoko for advice on how to care for you. He takes to it more naturally, though. It's the dad vibes! Care taking is in his DNA

You find yourself getting sick way less often when spending tons of time with him. He just has that sort of aura?

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Not the most emotionally attentive, but he'll come over and bring magazines/books for you to read and some medicine

Will sit with you in silence. He doesn't want you to hurt your throat from forcing yourself to talk

If you'd like, he'll summon his shadow dogs for you to cuddle with. He'd do it himself but he doesn't want you to feel sweaty

He's surprisingly strict about what you eat. It has to be homemade and full of nutrients

He cooks recipes that Tsumiki taught him for you ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ ) they're delicious!

Even if he doesn't show it outwardly, he's honestly extremely worried. He wants you to get better as soon as possible!

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He takes time off work, you're his number one priority. He WILL be the one nursing you back to health

Husband material. He knows all of your favorite sick foods and most effective medications

Firm about you getting rest. "Please, allow me honey," and it's you literally reaching for a cup of water

He cooks meals that are easy on your stomach. Took the time to educate himself on what vitamins to give you

Will likely also catch your sicky, but he honestly doesn't mind because that means more time off with you.

The two of you will be wrapped around each other in bed while he reads to you, both with wet towels on your foreheads <3

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⠀ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Best Prom Ever 👗💞🪩

Chrissy asks Eddie to prom purely to piss off Jason, you're devastated but Eddie is so happy so you fake a smile and hide how you feel.

So much for the magical prom night you wished for, but not all hope is lost.

This is a fluffy, angsty fic but this is an 18+blog so mdni,

💌🎀

There's this crushing weight on your heart when Chrissy asks Eddie to the prom. It must feel like a dream for Eddie. So why does it feel like your heart is breaking into a million pieces?

It's meant to be just a typical boring Monday but now your whole world feels like it's been shaken.

Of course he says yes. Looks at you for a second before hand and you give him an encouraging smile, hide the way you feel like you can't breathe.

Chrissy was a sweetheart. She would be good for Eddie. You resolve to ignore the stabbing pain in your chest and plant a fake, happy smile on your face.

You knew the two of them had a budding friendship, but you never expected this. Eddie hated prom and everything it stood for and yet he was agreeing to go with Chrissy.

If you asked would he have gone with you? No, of course not. You slip away from their conversation, your ears are ringing and the deep ache in your chest is only getting worse.

You hurry to the bathroom and into a cubicle, lock the door and let out the tears you were struggling to keep at bay.

There was a small part of you that hoped Eddie would ask you to the prom. You could go together and make each other laugh, dance like idiots and be in your own little world.

The bubble was quickly burst seeing Chrissy ask Eddie. Of course he wouldn't say no. This was Chrissy you were talking about. She was the cheer captain and Hawkin High's princess.

Shakily you get up and head out to dry your tears, try to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest and put on a happy smile. For Eddie.

He has a smile on his face for the rest of the day and at lunch he's telling the rest of Hellfire Club what happened.

"I mean, Chrissy told me she asked me to prom to get back at Jason for being a douchebag but I can be a little bit excited right? This is Chrissy Cunningham, we're talking about" Eddie babbles on to you while you're eating lunch.

He's been talking about prom for the last ten minutes.

Jeff raises his eyebrows at Eddie. "Dude, what about the whole "Prom is just a bunch of bullshit, you'd never see me step one foot in conformist shit like that" Eddie pauses as he steals one of your fries then answers Jeff's question.

"Dude I still feel that way, however this is a chance to piss off Carver and I never want to miss an opportunity like that" he explains and you listen half heartedly.

This is why he was going? A revenge fantasy for him? The thought depresses you and you make a vow to yourself that you will enjoy prom night in a different way. Maybe you could stay at home, watch a bunch of horror movies or sappy, wholesome movies and binge on snacks.

That made you feel a little bit better. But there was still a small part of you that dreaded Friday night.

💌🎀

Eddie shows up at your house half an hour before prom. Well, he climbs up through your window like he always does and nearly ruins his outfit.

He looks gorgeous, he's paired his leather jacket with a black dress shirt and black jeans. He frowns as his eyes trail over you.

"Why aren't you dressed yet? Proms starting in half an hour"

"Oh, I'm not going to the dance" you shrug and Eddie gapes at you. His big brown eyes are wide and searching as you flop back down in your bed, already cosy in your comfiest nightwear and ready to binge watch your favourite movies.

"But..." You turn to him and fake a smile once again, fuck, you were getting pretty good at this.

"Go and have fun Eddie"

"It won't be the same without you princess" you feel a tug at your heart but shake your head. No. You were not giving yourself false hope that deep down Eddie had feelings for you.

"Don't be silly, you'll be with Chrissy, you'll have a great time" you assure him and he gives you a faint smile.

"But my best girl won't be there" fuck. Why did he have to say such sweet things, he's still lingering so you give him a gentle nudge to the door. He looks back at you one more time and then he's gone.

Your night of movies and binging in ice cream is interrupted by Steve. He comes into your room and is at your closet, pulling out the dress you bought for prom.

When you were secretly hoping maybe Eddie would ask you.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing?" He turns around with one hand on his hip and gives you that "Mom" stare he usually reserves for the kids.

"You're not holing up in your room feeling sorry for yourself and missing prom. I missed prom because I felt shitty about Nance and you were there for me. Now I'm returning the favor. Get dressed honey"

You're tempted but the thought of seeing Eddie with Chrissy hurts your heart all over again.

"I don't know if I can watch Eddie with Chrissy, having the time of their lives. I mean, of course I want him to have fun but do I have to see it?" Steve settles beside you and puts his arm around you.

"I'm going with you. Robin and Vickie too. Fuck Eddie Munson, you will go and have the time of your life with us, now get dressed" he orders.

"So bossy", you mutter but kiss his cheek before you take the dress into your bathroom and start getting ready .

💞💌🎀

Prom is boring. He kinda expected it but it's even worse now he's here. The music is shitty and while Chrissy is really a sweetheart, all he can think about is you.

Would prom be more fun if you were here? Absolutely yes. Jason is glaring daggers at him and that is barely giving him any satisfaction.

Chrissy is looking at him all sympathetic and that doesn't help his mood. "Is yn not coming?" She looks around for you and Eddie shakes his head glum.

"No, she's having a movie night instead" Chrissy bites her lip, looking shocked.

"It's prom. She can't miss prom" he shrugs the weight of your absence weighing heavy on him, he's so tempted to just ditch this shit and go and be with you.

Chrissy softens when she looks at him, "You're really not having a good time huh? I'm sorry, I thought at the time this would be a good idea, but you're missing your girl and well... I miss Jason" she murmurs softly and Eddie while he doesn't get how anyone could miss Carver, he does sympathise with her.

"I think I've ruined everything" he replies and the small bubble of panic inside of him grows bigger and bigger when he thinks about you on your own.

"Oh Eddie, I think you need to go and see her. You haven't ruined anything, she just doesn't know how you feel. Maybe because you realised at the last minute" Chrissy scolds him.

Doesn't realise how you feel... He goes over Chrissy's words several times before realising she's right.

He's head over heels. For you.

"Shit" Eddie yelps and ignores the way some of his classmates look their way. Chrissy still looks disappointed in him and that doesn't help either.

"Wait, why are you pissed at me?" He asks Chrissy confused, she looks at him like he's grown two heads and sighs.

"Eddie, you've left your best friend all alone while she's hurting and trying to put on a brave face because she doesn't realise that you like her back. She's been so nice to me so I'm pissed for her that it took you so long to get your head out of your ass"

Eddie winces and nods. Yup, he deserved that. Then his heart skips a beat as he repeats her words.

"You really think she feels the same?" Chrissy's glare softens and she nods. Oh fuck, yeah he had messed up.

"Oh wow" Chrissy gasps and he turns around to where she's staring at and there you are in a beautiful dress, looking ethereal and like an angel as you enter the room.

You were here after all. His heart is going a mile a minute but sinks as he sees you with Steve. Then it lightens when Robin and Vickie arrive at the same time.

Chrissy is looking at him expectantly and he swallows as he looks at you with Steve. He messed up. He should be the one making you smile like that.

"I think I'm too late. She's with Steve" he mutters and Chrissy shakes her head looking exasperated.

"Most likely as friends. Eddie I've never seen you be shy in your life so will you go and get the girl and stop being a wimp" he gapes at Chrissy's words then nods.

Yeah, he was Eddie the Brave. He could do this.

💞💞

Eddie walks over to you, he looks nervous which is rare for him. He's also staring at you in a way that makes you feel butterflies. Why wasn't he with Chrissy.

"You came" he sounds so relieved and this surprises you but he was your friend, of course he would want to see you at prom. It didn't mean anything else.

"Wait, why aren't you with Chrissy?" You ask him curiously and notice she's dancing with Jason.

"Yeah, it was a big mistake coming with her, huge. Should have taken my best girl instead of getting sucked into some dumb revenge scheme" wait...what?

"Eddie. This is Chrissy we are talking about, she's queen B and she's so sweet and kind and...' he cuts you off, his eyes softening as he gazes at you.

"She's not you" three words but there is so much meaning behind them. Oh. Well shit. Maybe there was hope after all.

"I was coming to see you. Prom isn't prom without my girl. I should have asked you because...because you're everything to me and I'm so in love with you"

Slow music begins to play, your classmates are chatting loudly, giggling but you can only focus on Eddie. "You do?" he nods and holds out his hand which you take.

"I love you too" you blurt out and he grins all dimples and happiness. Pulls you closer to him and the two of you sway to the music.

Eddie dances with you, has your hand in his and holds it over his heart. He leans down and kisses you. The whole world melts away in that moment and it's just the two of you, passionately kissing and lost in each other.

"Best prom ever" you whisper to him and lay your head on his chest. His fingers caress your hair and sway to the music with the guy you love.

🎀❤️

Take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

Take my breath away - Berlin

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

I'd like to request for Dark Witch Agatha, who is ecstatic after stealing another witch's powers and wants to fuck reader

please

The Price of Power

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Word Count: 517

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, A is referred to as Mommy, R is referred to as baby, magic strap, magic used like a drug, breeding if you squint.

A/N: I decided to put this in the same AU as Mommy's Good Girl~

To Agatha there was nothing that made her feel better than taking another witch's power. The rush it gave her and it always made her look and feel younger. Being over 330 years old Agatha thrived on taking the powers from others to stay young.

“Baby? Where are you?” Agatha called out for you and you bounded towards her from the other room in nothing, but an oversized shirt.

“Wow! Mommy you look so pretty!” You complimented and her hand waved you saw the purple tint, “No wait I-” you were too late the purple tint covered your eyes.

“Be a good girl for Mommy. Go up to the bed, strip yourself, and present for me.” All other thoughts became fuzzy and unobtainable to you. Doing as you were told by your Mommy.

The wet smacking sounds of Agatha taking you from behind and the little moans you were making were all that could be heard. That is until Agatha smacked your ass.

“Ah…ah…!”

“Who owns you?” Agatha asked not letting up.

“Y-you do Mommy! Only you!” you cried out, feeling her hit you so deep as that purple tint started to fade and you could enjoy your Mommy. Just as you were. You felt the tug on your hair, a moan coming out. Agatha had been toying with you for you couldn't even tell how long.

The purple haze you had become accustomed to. It was routine at this point. You remembered it now, but Agatha still felt a need to use it. To keep you completely pliant for her. You'd always obey so long as you were under her magic.

“Took some undeserving witches power today. Just like how I'm taking your virginity baby.” You moaned out and fought against her.

“No Mommy please! Wanna be your virgin girl always!” Agatha chuckled, pulling your back to her front as she plowed into you.

“A little late for that baby. Mommy’s taken it. Over and over and over. You'll always be Mommy's virgin. Mommy's slutty virgin.” She growled in your ear.

“Yes! Yesh…yesh! Mommy's slutty virgin! Always Mommy's slutty virgin!” You rolled your hips back, feeling yourself getting close. “Ah! Mommy! Feels funny down there! Gonna pee!” You cried out.

“Oh its okay baby go on. Cum all over Mommy's cock.” You body listened to her words, shaking as you came as she thrusts until she's filled you up from her magic strap. When she let go of you that tint came over your eyes.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy please…no…don't wanna…” you begged half heartedly.

“Shhhh baby. Mommy is going to take care of you. Don't worry. Sleep now.”

Purple. Blink. Darkness.

She caressed your face in such a loving way. Truly Agatha loved you, but she couldn't have you running away. She didn't trust you without her magic to keep you submissive.

“You know baby…Mommy truly loves taking others' magic, the best feeling ever. Well, I can think of just one better.” A smile pulled onto her face as she watched your magic induced sleep. You were her prized possession. She'd never let you go.

[threepandas]

Hate Like Ours: Yandere Dabi

You couldn't rest until he was DEAD.

No matter how much it hurt. And God, did it HURT. Every moment, every DAY. A fucking reminder of what that BASTARD had DONE to you. Your fucking so called Father.

Ha! What a joke.

A so called Heroooo~☆! Moral and true! He would NEVER abuse his own KID! NEVER abuse the power he held over them for his own GAIN! Don't be SILLY, sweetie! You're just GRUMPY. Like a FUCKING TODDLER. Now do as you're told and DIE FOR US!

You'll kill him.

You'll KILL HIM!

If it's the last thing you ever do.

No matter the pain. The failing lungs. The brittle bones and bruising skin. The agony of each fucking step. You'll hunt him down. Show him EXACTLY what sort of monster he's made. He RUINED you. Took EVERYTHING! You were just a KID! A KID!! And he USED YOU.

Whored out your Quirk until there was nothing let to give!

Thought he could dump you in some hospital to DIE like a dirty little secret! As though you'd be a good little girl and take his crimes to the grave for him! Fuck that. Fuck HIM and everyone who KNEW something was wrong, KNEW something didn't add up, and looked the fucking other way!

Fuck so called Heros.

Everyone thinks healing quirks are some magical god damned gift from god. The ticket to a better life. A guaranteed life of doting and being catered too. HA! Ha ha HA HA HA!!!

Try endless emotional manipulation! You don't want this person to DIE do you? It would be YOUR FAULT! You just have to try a little bit longer! I know you feel sick, honey, but look how much PAIN they're in! Don't be SELFISH. Just one more.

Oh! And let's not forget the SOURCE. Where do you think all that fuel COMES FROM? Not every Quirk is like Recovery Girl's! Hell, she's an OUTLIER! It's why she's FUCKING FAMOUS! She can heal and heal and HEAL for DAYS. Other people? Have to STOP.

Or they'll DIE.

But tell that to DEAR OL DAD! Did HE care? No! He got the golden goose, then abused it til it DROPPED! It's FINE! He'll just pump another one out of his wife! To HELL with what he's done!

Your Quirk ATE YOU ALIVE. He KNEW it was doing it. In bits and pieces, your stamina, your strength, your muscles and organs. Past the point of no return. Past the point any amount of rest could FIX. But, HEY! At least he got his little promotion in the ranks! At least HE benefits!

You'll kill him.

As you slowly, painfully, put one foot infront of another. That's what keeps you going. You're going to KILL him. No matter what it takes. All you need to do... ALL YOU NEED TO DO! Is get him immobile long enough to RIP the life out of HIM.

Because, oooooh ho ho! That's RIGHT! Hospital beds and agony gave you time to THINK. If you can PUSH? Surely you can PULL right? Pull and pull and PULL all that health away? Take BACK what was stolen? He should PAY. He's GONNA pay.

They ALL will.

There! After walking for so long. Plotting for so long. The BASTARD. Getting chummy with Endeavor. Ha ha! Trash really does call to trash, huh? He never could resist ass kissing. Pity he doesn't have his pet healer to whore out anymore.

It's time.

The grin on your face, trapped beneath your oxygen mask, must be something ugly and terrible to behold. You feel insane. The world sharp. The crowd between you and him immaterial. You'll take them too! Take ALL OF IT! Ha ha! Why not?! All you need to do is-!

An almost burning hot hand grabs the back of your stolen hoodie and yanks, hard. You go crashing back and to the ground in a clatter of oxygen tank, cords, and quickly bruising limbs. You sprained something. You can FEEL it. Possibly cracked bone. The pain is so much worse.

You wheeze, barely manage to roll over to face your attacker.

Burned skin and burning eyes. Staples barely holding beautiful ruin together. Grin? Or baring teeth? He crouchs, looming, his eyes too intent as he informs you that Endeavor is HIS. You were stepping on toes. Ah. Got it.

You tell him that you want Regenerate. Not Endeavor. Apologize for the mix up, you didn't know if there was like... a formal way to declare that, oooor...

He laughs. Then asks the million yen question. How are you going to kill Regenerate, busted up as you are? You're kinda miffed. You WERE going to walk up and suprise attack him. Maybe use the crowd as a boost. But now? You'll be lucky to stand under your own power. Asshole.

He prods you for answers. You're kinda trapped on the disgusting ground, so like? Why the fuck not? Might as well. Your health was transferred away. You got used as fuel. Regenerate is your bastard of a sperm donor and you plan to deliver unto him, what he did to YOU. But you have to be able to MOVE for that.

The burned man above you tilts his head in consideration. Leans back, looking around, before rising to his feet. With a smirk, he tell you not to go anywhere.

Ooooh fuuuuuck YOU!

He knows DAMN well you can't move! Well, maybe crawl. But you're not there YET. You ARE curious to see what Hot N Staple-y has planned though...

He comes back. Dragging an unconscious Sidekick.

.......okay that's kinda hot. He then OFFERS you the unconscious Sidekick. Which? You take it back. REALLY hot. You manage to move your arm. Slap your hand against the fucker's face. Aaaand? Just like you practiced....?

Oh...

Like kitten fluff against the soul. Warm soup on a cold day. Relief. Pain stopping and aches you've leaned to live with, ending. You can MOVE. You... God, you could CRY. You sit up. It... for the first time in MONTHS, it's EASY.

You're not sure what expression your making. But you don't care. You thank the burn guy. Genuinely. He seems to get it. Tells you his name.

Dabi.

He seems to think you'll be seeing more if each other. And..? Yeah. Yeah you can see that. You'd work well together. Heck, with enough Health? You could probably do something about those burns. Might be nice. Teaming up. He seems pretty level headed, experienced. Maybe he could show you the ropes.

We could get our revenge.

Together.

[thegainingdesk]

The Crossroads of the Goddess

Zach heard the front door open and close, and frantically shoved his erection into his pants and buttoned up his trousers. Zach took one last look at the image on his phone, a man easily weighing over 400 pounds, hoisting his gut up with one arm, the other arm straining down to grip a small nub of cock still visible poking out of the soft pillow of fat at his groin, before he closed the window, hiding all evidence of his wrongdoings.

"You're back early," Zach said to Ellis as he came down the stairs.

"You're one to talk" Ellis snapped. "Why aren't you at the gym?"

Zach stifled a sigh. It was going to be one of those evenings. "I just think I pulled a tendon, I was going to take it easy for a while," he lied.

Ellis scoffed. "Do you really think that's a good idea? Do you remember what you looked like when we started going out? That gross little pot belly?"

"I remember," Zach said sadly. What Ellis remembered as a pot belly, Zach thought back on as a starter belly, the seed of something that could have been so much more.

"Then you understand why you can't just decide to take days off at the gym." Ellis marched into the kitchen and pulled out two tupperware containers filled with portioned out rice, chicken breast and broccoli. "I'm going to take some out of yours," he told Zach matter-of-factly. "You've not spent the energy at the gym so it'll be excess calories."

Zach felt his stomach ache as he watched the food fall into the bin.

-

"Would you like sex tonight?" Ellis asked bluntly, not looking up from his phone.

Zach looked up from across the room. He was gripping his phone tightly and unnaturally high, so that he was sure his screen was hidden from Ellis. "No, it's fine," he said. "I'm quite tired." He went back to reading a story about a man who was magically gaining one pound a day, imagining himself as the protagonist.

"Okay, that works for me," Ellis replied. "I might go to the gym early tomorrow so that I can get to work and prep for that meeting."

"Oh, umm, yeah. Good luck with that, you'll do great," Zach tried to offer.

Ellis stared. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. Zach recognised the tone Ellis used when he wanted an argument. "Do you think it won't go well?"

"No, that's not what I- I was just trying to say something nice," Zach said quietly.

"Well I don't need luck, I'm good at my fucking job, alright? Why don't you try and remember that while you sleep in the spare room that we can only afford because of my job."

Zach bit his tongue, knowing that pointing out that his job paid more than Ellis' would just make things worse. "I'm sorry, you're right,' he said instead, as he did so often.

Ellis left the room in a huff.

Zach rubbed his face with his hands and stood up to get some bedding for the spare room.

-

A woman stood at the crossroads in front of Zach. Despite the cold wind he felt through his pyjamas, her long dress and hair were unmoving. Zach almost began to think she was a statue until she began to speak.

"I am Morgana, Zachary. We have both been brought here by the Goddess to this space between time." Her voice was imperious, strong and clear. Zachary thought he could hear the ocean in it, could hear memory and mercury and power. As he approached, she smelled of gunpowder and ancient forests. "Actually, could we speed this up? I know you're in awe and stuff but actually I've got this date with this hot lesbian who looks like Aubrey Plaza and I'd quite like to go get eaten out, if it's all the same to you." Zach could hear impatience in her voice now, and a slight whine.

"Am I dreaming?" Zach asked.

"Are you- is he dreaming, he fucking asks," the woman, Morgana, said. "You went to sleep, right, and now you're stood at a misty crossroads with a mysterious and powerful woman. Yes you are fucking dreaming." She felt distinctly less mysterious and powerful now, but Zach thought it better not to say anything.

"This doesn't feel like a normal dream," Zach said.

Morgana rolled her eyes. "You've read the Sandman? Or at least seen the show?"

"I'm listening to the audioboo-"

"Oh, I haven't listened to them yet, are they good? It's that sort of shit, anyway. Dreams define reality, reality defines yada-yada-yada." Morgana looked at a watch on her wrist. "Anyway, I've been sent here as an emissary to the Goddess as the patron saint of sad sacks or something, despite the terms of our agreement being quite clear, and previous exchanges being very adequate!" She said this last part up to the sky, her voice raising to its previous grandeur, but still tinged with the whine she'd adopted. She looked back at Zach. "You're not happy," she said simply.

"I'm not happy," Zach replied, just as simply.

"Good," Morgana said. "Not good, sorry, but at least, like, you're the right person."

"No, it's fine," Zach reassured her.

"I'm here to give you a do-over, another chance," she told him. She pulled out a pocket watch from somewhere in her dress. "This dress has pockets!" she told him gleefully. "I'm going to send you back to a point in your life where you made a choice," she continued. "And let you make that choice again, see what might have been. Then I'll bring you back here, and you can decide." She looked closely at Zach.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because you're sad," she replied.

"But why me?" he repeated. "There's loads of sad people. People who would choose differently. Why me?"

Morgana shrugged. "Luck of the draw, guardian angel, interesting narrative device. Take your pick." She raised the pocket watch. "I hope you make the most of this chance Zach."

The pocket watch opened.

Zach fell, through the ground, through a swirling mass of colour and sounds and smell and sensation. Zach fell through clouds made of time and felt winds made of potential. Zach fell and fell and fell, spiraling so fast and so long he thought he would die. The clouds dissipated, the wind stopped, and he could see the ground below him. He was going too fast, he had to slow down, he could see buildings and streets and gardens and oh god he was going to hit the ground he was going to hit the ground and die and this was it this is how he died the ground was so close now there was nothing he could do he was going to die he was going to die in his pyjamas and the ground was coming closer and closer as it hurtled up to meet him he was about to crash into it and he would die and that would be it.

Zach stood outside The Rabbit and Stoat, a pub he remembered fondly from his time at uni. Wasn't he dead? He was sure he was about to die. He didn't feel dead.

He looked down at himself. He was wearing his favourite shirt from uni. Light blue with little pictures of otters all over it. What had happened to this shirt? His jeans were tight as well, far tighter and sexier than he'd wear nowadays. In fact, wasn't this-

"My date outfit," Zach said out loud to himself. "This is my old date outfit, I'm about to go on a date."

"Good for you love," an old woman said as she walked past.

Zach examined himself in the reflection of a nearby shop window. His skin looked youthful and fresh, and he laughed as he caught sight of the wispy stubble that grew along his sharp jawline, remembering how proud he was of what was in hindsight, barely a beard at all. His hair was the same dark orange he remembered, although perhaps his hairline was a little fuller and further down than he was used to.

There was nothing else for it. Zach squared his shoulders and walked forwards through the door, and looked around. Morgana said he'd be going into his own past, so he should recognise someone surely. And old flame? Some poor Grindr date he'd met once and rejected?

Zach froze when he spotted him. Josh. Sat nursing a pint and eating a bag of pork scratchings, handsome and tall and bearded and… well, and fat. A gut hung over his waistline, his shirt hugged his torso, and a heavy beard failed to hide heavy cheeks.

Josh was where it had started. The gainer porn, the stolen glances at beer bellies and dad bods in public, the obsession with all things fat. His relationship with Josh, all too brief, was the spark that ignited it all.

Josh was also where it ended. After they broke up, Zach was too scared, too self-conscious, to ever act on his desires again. Instead, Zach had to make do with his mind wandering back to Josh time and time again, while he returned to convention and expectation.

Josh had spotted him, and he raised his hand in greeting, a smile further rounding out his chubby cheeks. Zach forced his legs to move.

"Hi, Josh right?" he asked as he approached.

"Yeah, yeah. Zach?" Josh extended out a large hand, which Zach took. A jolt of electricity ran down Zach's spine. "It's so awkward on a first date isn't it, trying to guess what the other person looks like based off a few pictures."

Zach gave a small, nervous laugh. "Yeah, awkward."

Josh grinned, downed his drink and stood. Zach forgot just how big Josh was. Over 6 feet tall and broad, he'd have been heavy without the gut. Zach's eyes briefly slipped down to the meaty bulge at his crotch.

"I'll get the first round," Josh said with a wide smile. "What'll it be?"

Josh came back shortly after carrying two pints and a bag of scampi fries. Zach was mesmerised by his thick thighs and the pot belly they supported. Josh placed the pints down and settled down himself, grinning at Zach, opening up the bag of crisps and putting them on the table between them.

"So, tell me about this Zach character I keep on heating about," Josh said with a wink as he took his first sip.

The date was as easy and carefree as Zach had remembered. Josh was charming and funny and smart and so very sexy, and Zach felt his confidence growing as the date went on, flirting back, making his own jokes, hell, he even felt pretty sexy himself. Even if this was just a dream, Zach was determined to make the most of it.

As the night wore on, and the two drank more and more, each round accompanied by snacks, it became more difficult to keep their hands off each other. They would steal glances around the bar, checking no one was looking, before grabbing a squeeze of a thigh, or a pec, or of Josh's gut. Eventually, the two couldn't contain themselves, moving into a dark corner to steal a snog. Josh's hand moved slowly across Zach's tented chrotch, and he had to stifle a moan.

"We should go," Zach whispered.

Josh nodding, breathing heavily. "I live round the corner," he said. "If you wanted to?"

Zach didn't reply, simply pulling Josh up with him, and the two stumbled out of the pub laughing.

By the time they'd reached Josh's room, the two couldn't keep their hands off each other, and Josh began to unbutton Zach's trousers before they even got in. "Your housemates…" Zach began.

"Fuck 'em," Josh growled, before continuing with his groping and kissing. The two stumbled through the door, Zach clumsily unbuttoning Josh's shirt, finally getting to run his hands along that wide, heavy gut, sinking his fingers in, feeling the size and weight of it.

Josh smirked. "You like that, do you?" Zach simply nodded and kissed Josh hungrily, never taking his hands off of Josh's gut.

Josh maneuvered Zach backwards and pushed him down. Zach didn't hit the bed. He thought for a second that Josh had miscalculated and pushed him onto the floor, before the room dissolved into clouds, and he fell further and further down. Far above him, Josh seemed to blur and spread like ink in water, until he too eventually joined the storm that Zach was falling through.

He felt his shirt tighten around him, buttons straining against a thickening body. His jeans slid down, until there was a gap of several inches between the waistline and the hem of his shirt. As he fell, he pressed a finger into the fresh fat of his newly grown stomach, watching as it sunk into the second knuckle.

He landed on his feet, still wearing the same clothes, now in his own bedroom from uni. Light streamed in through the wide window he'd loved so much while he lived there, and he stood in front of a full-length mirror.

His shirt and jeans, once his favourite, once a mainstay of dates, were comically small now. A paunch swelled out over his waistline, and buttons gaped around soft flesh. A full-blown muffin top rose like dough between his shirt and jeans, filling a gap that could never hope to be closed.

In the mirror he saw Josh walk up behind him, chuckling. Leaning down, he kissed Zach's neck from behind and stroked Zach's gut with both hands, one finger dancing around his belly button. "Mmm, I'm not sure this fits anymore," Josh teased. Zach could see a smile growing on Josh's face, and his gut pressed into his back. "To be honest, I thought it was a little small when you wore it to that buffet last month, but you were just so cute that I couldn't bear to say anything."

Zach turned around, his face flushing. He remembered this moment, in vivid detail. It had played in his head hundreds of times since. He knew what happened next. He'd stormed out, tearing off the too small shirt and throwing it in the back of a cupboard, never to be seen again. He calmed down, but there was a tension in the relationship from that moment on, and they broke up a few weeks later. It wasn't long before he met Ellis, who whipped him back into shape.

It took a long time for Zach to respond. Eventually his eyes flicked up to meet Josh's. "Do you mind?"

Josh's smile grew wider and he leant into Zach's ear. "I fucking love it," he whispered, before kissing Zach slowly. He pulled back. "But best find another shirt for tonight. I'm not sure the fine patrons of Nandos will appreciate it quite so much, eh?" Zach laughed, relieved. Josh began to unbutton his shirt for him. "You want me to get rid of this for you?" Josh asked.

Zach shook his head. "I might keep hold of it," he said. "A reminder of the good times." He looked into his wardrobe, most of which, he admitted to himself, was no longer fit for purpose. "I'll go through all of this tomorrow though, donate a load to a charity shop." He pulled out a shirt that once fit perfectly, and winked at Josh. "I'm not sure I'll be fitting back into them anytime soon."

The room once again collapsed, and Josh's bulky body dissipated into the ether. Zach felt gravity twist and pull and warp in unfamiliar ways, tossing his body like a rag doll. Just as quickly as it had started, an unfamiliar room coalesced around him.

He found himself lying on his back, Josh straddling his waist above him, holding a box of donuts. Zach could feel Josh's hard cock press into his own, and was surprised to see how close their respective bellies were to touching.

"This is so hot," Josh said, pushing a donut into Zach's mouth. "I can't believe you're finally the same size as me, it's insane." Zach tried to chew, taken by surprise by how forcefully Josh had pushed the pastry in.

He looked down at himself. While he was shocked by Josh's statement - Josh was just so big, they couldn't really be the same size, could he? - he couldn't deny that it was believable. While Josh looked roughly the same size as he remembered him, maybe a little bigger, Zach's own body had swelled in size, his once small paunch now filling his middle and spilling up and out, covering up both his and Josh's cocks from his point of view. Josh's thighs were spread wide to accommodate Zach's fresh girth. Zach knew that Josh still probably weighed a fair bit more, due to having a taller and broader frame, but their guts were very much matched.

Zach swallowed the donut that Josh had fed him, but immediately another one was pushed into his mouth. He tried to speak around it, but only muffled sounds came out. Josh grinned. "Shh, shh, don't worry about a thing, you just concentrate on eating and growing for me." He tossed the now empty donut box to the side. Zach swallowed the barely chewed fried treat, suddenly aware of how tight his stomach felt.

Josh leant over to something on the bedside table, his own gut drooping down as he did so. When he straightened up, he was holding a large jug of some thick, brown liquid. "I blended some Ben and Jerry's into it this time, I think the chunks should have broken up enough."

Zach opened his mouth to respond, but the only thing that came out was a low, rattling burp. "I'm so fat," he said simply, once he'd finished.

Josh grinned and brought the jug closer to Zach's face. "You're so fucking fat," he said. "And this is just the beginning, just you wait and see." He began to pour the shake slowly into Zach's mouth. At first Zach choked a little against the cold, but quickly found his rhythm, muscle memory kicking in. The taste was sweet, and oily, and rich, a mad deluge of flavour and calories. The texture was thick and gritty, so that he had to concentrate on swallowing.

With Josh's free hand he reached down. Zach could feel him searching between the two soft pillows of fat that swaddled their torsos, until he found Zach's hard, leaking cock. He began to pump his hand at the same pace as he rocked his hips, the friction of the two motions working together to make Zach's eyes roll back into his head. He heard Josh moan above him. "You were so skinny," Josh sighed, his voice strained and barely audible. "Now look at you. I thought that I'd just put a bit of a gut on you, get you a few stone heavier, but you wanted it so so much, you just couldn't stop yourse - oh, oh, ohhhhh." The pace of his rocking became erratic as Zach felt a warm wetness spread across his belly. Without stopping his swallowing, he reached up with one hand and rubbed Josh's gut, now comparable to his own. Thankfully, Josh continued his attentions to Zach, and Zach wriggled beneath him until the large jug was completely empty. Josh tipped it up to drain the last few drops, and Zach gasped as he too reached his climax.

Josh rolled off of Zach and lay down next to him, both panting. Zach tangled his fingers through the hair on Josh's belly. "Did you not want to get fatter too?"

Josh laughed. "Would you like that?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, yeah, I could see myself putting on a bit more. Can't be looking too skinny next to my big man, can I?"

Zach smiled and sat up, surprised and aroused at how much effort it took. "Right then, I'll go get some more ice cream." He turned back to Josh. "It's your turn."

As he reached the door, the room span and fell apart. Clothes formed around his body from the fog around him, and shafts of sunlight came down from below as shadows rose above him, growing higher and higher until-

"Say cheese!" an elderly woman told him, before a bright flash dazed him. The woman shooed him away, before grabbing a small, timid looking woman in the same graduation cap and gown that Zach was wearing and hurriedly taking her picture too.

"Here you go," a man with a receding hairline said to Zach, holding up a tablet to show him a picture of himself against a plain blue backdrop, holding his diploma. "That alright?"

Zach studied the face in the picture. He had to be over 300 pounds, he thought. His cheeks were heavy and round, and while he'd attempted to grow a beard in a clear attempt to hide his double chin, it was far too sparse to do anything to disguise just how plump his face was now.

Josh walked up and kissed his cheek, grinning proudly. "Well done! I was sat with your parents for the ceremony." He gestured over at his parents, both looking a little dismayed at the size of their son.

Zach looked Josh and himself up and down, and realised his parents might have good reason for their dismay. Zach had ballooned, his graduation gown covering him like Homer Simpson in a muumuu. Even Josh, as heavy as his frame naturally made him, probably weighed less than Zach now. Even so, Zach noticed how Josh's suit stretched to accommodate him, and it was clear that Zach's growth was contagious.

"Hullo son," Zach's dad said, walking over with a thin smile and shaking his hand firmly. "We're so proud of you, of course." Zach's mother hung back a little, the slight woman staring silently agog at the size of her son. "We thought we'd take you for some cocktails," his father continued, "to celebrate before we head back home. There's a bar down the road that looks quite nice."

Josh cleared his throat. "Oh, we booked a table at a restaurant, actually Fred. You're more than welcome to join us, of course, we booked it for four."

Zach's dad's face twitched. "A restaurant, of course. Got to eat sometime I suppose." He looked at his wife, who shrugged nervously. "Uhh, yes, we can come along and maybe have something light, can't we Mary? Bit of a funny time to eat isn't, not quite lunch, not quite dinner." He made a show of looking at his watch.

Josh laughed and patted Zach on the shoulder. "Oh, we're not too bothered about mealtimes are we Zach, we just sort of eat when we feel like it."

Zach's mum made a sound like a squeak. "Yes, well, umm, maybe that's something to think about a bit, eh?" his dad said. "Well, we got you something, to say congratulations, anyway, on graduating, and the job." Zach's mum took her cue and pulled a small box out of her handbag.

"Job?" Zach asked, looking confused.

"Merton and Wainwright," his mother said in her small voice, speaking for the first time and handing over the box. "Very prestigious, we really are very proud." She gave a small thin smile and leant up to kiss his cheek, but when she realised she couldn't reach over the swell of his body, settled on patting his arm a few times.

Zach opened the box and looked at the expensive looking watch inside. Merton and Wainwright - not a name he'd thought about in a longtime. He'd interviewed with the law firm shortly before graduating, but their feedback had been that he was bright but lacked a lot of confidence. He'd gone on to get a series of perfectly fine jobs at a number of other firms, never quite settling, until Ellis had kicked up a fuss about not having bought a house yet, so Zach had settled down for a bit of stability, and they'd bought their perfectly nice modern-build in the suburbs.

"Right, yes, of course, Merton and Wainwright," he said. "Thanks so much, the watch is lovely."

"On second thought, maybe best we leave you to it, eh?" Zach's dad said. "I'm sure you've got plenty of friends to see." Zach hugged them both, eclipsing both of their bodies with his, before they awkwardly shuffled off.

"They're not big fans of your new and improved look then?" Josh asked Zach.

Zach shook his head. "You know, that actually might have been the least awkward conversation I've had with them in years."

Josh laughed. "Come on, let's return your cap and gown. I'm hungry, so you must be starving."

Zach reached for Josh's hand, but his fingers passed through, the world once again spinning into a blur. He knew what to expect by now, so just closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the rushing sensation he felt.

He opened his eyes to the bright glare of fluorescent lighting, and the sterile floors of a supermarket. The bottom of his gut was cold, where it hung out of his t-shirt and sat directly on the handle of his trolley. He attempted to lift it off but it was large enough that if his hands could reach the handle, so could his gut, and he had to choose between his gut bumping into it continuously, or laying on top. He elected for the latter.

He walked forward slowly, having to focus on moving each thigh out and forwards, rolling each around the other in a slow, methodical waddle. He could feel his love-handles, each uncovered by his t-shirt no matter how he pulled it down, bounce up and down with each step. He felt something collide with his side, pressing into the wall of flesh like playdough before bouncing away.

He turned to see a man his age apologising. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was going and I sort of-"

"Ellis?" Zach interrupted.

Ellis looked confused. "Sorry, have we met, I'm not sure that I remember…"

Zach realised his mistake and quickly made up a lie. "No, no, well, yes, but ages ago, some uni party. You went to Newcastle, right?"

Ellis smiled slightly. "Uhh, yeah, that's right. Sorry, I really don't remember your name, you must think I'm so rude."

Zach waved his hand. "It's Zach. Don't worry, we only met briefly, I've just got a good head for names. And anyway," he gestured down at himself. "I look pretty different now."

Ellis gave an unsure chuckle. "Tell me about it," he said, patting his own gut.

Zach looked Ellis up and down, surprised that he wasn't the skeletal gym-bunny he remembered. Ellis was actually fat. Nothing like him or Josh of course, but far fatter than he'd ever expected to see him. Ellis' t-shirt clung to doughy moobs and love-handles, and his arse looked positively gelatinous. The faintest hint of chubby cheeks and a double chin warped the face that was oh-so familiar to Zach.

"Babes, there you are!" Zach looked up to see a god walking towards them, pushing a trolley and smiling at Ellis. The man must have been well over six and a half feet tall, with the muscles of a bodybuilder and a waist smaller than any part of Zach's body. The man's complexion was flawless, his eyes were a dazzling blue, his jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. As he reached Ellis, he reached down and unsubtly squeezed his large, soft arse. "I thought I'd find you in the ice cream aisle." He turned to look at Zach, eyes taking in his body appraisingly. "I see you've met a friend!"

"This is Zach," Ellis said. "We were at uni together."

The marble statue of a man grinned wider. "Well well well, we'll have to invite you round sometime Zach. I'm Dylan. It looks like Ellis could learn a thing or two from you." He peered into Zach's trolley. "And look Ellis! He's got all your favourite types of ice cream as well." He leant down to whisper in Ellis' ear, loud enough for Zach still to hear. "Why don't you go and grab every single thing that your friend has in his trolley for yourself, hey? Would you like that?" Despite speaking to Ellis, he didn't break eye-contact with Zach.

Ellis nodded, and Zach could see him reach down to adjust his crotch, before dutifully obeying, checking Zach's trolley diligently to make sure he didn't miss anything. "Thank you," he said quietly to Dylan.

"What was that Ellis? I couldn't hear you," Dylan said loudly, smiling down at the shorter man.

"I said thank you sir," Ellis said, flushing bright red.

"What manners! Well Zach, lovely to meet you," he reached out and shook his hand. "Hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of Ellis in the near future." He reached down and stroked one of Ellis' love handles, causing his t-shirt to ride up and expose soft, pale lard.

"Christ," Zach heard Josh say behind him. "Who was the giant?" He turned to see Josh with an armful of biscuits, which he tipped into the trolley.

"New boyfriend of someone I met at uni," Zach said, watching the two of them walk away. "And I don't think he was that big, was he?"

"Well no, I reckon weight-wise we probably both had him beat." Josh shook his own gut, mammoth by most standards, but dwarfed by Zach's. "Tall though. And hot. Will we see them again do you reckon?"

Zach shrugged. "Maybe. Hopefuly. He seems a lot happier now. He was always a bit miserable when I knew him."

"That's good then," Josh said.

"Yeah, yeah it really is," Zach replied. He picked out a couple more tubs of ice cream and added them to the trolley as the harsh lights of the aisle were shrouded in shadow. The world revolved around him and he fell once more.

A bed formed underneath Zach, in an unfamiliar room. Zach sank into the mattress, deeper and deeper, the bedsheets curving above him in a large dome. He struggled to sit up, using both arms and legs to push himself into a sitting position. His gut pushed his thighs apart until they were almost at right angles, with his gut sagging onto the mattress, the duvet slipping down its wide slope to reveal its full glory. He was surprised that even this simple action left him slightly out of breath.

Josh's gut entered the room, followed by the rest of him. With both hands he supported a tray on top of his belly. "Happy one year anniversary babes!" he said, a smile beaming on his face.

Zach looked down at his hand, where a simple wedding band cut slightly into his ring finger. He looked up. "Happy anniversary," he replied.

"I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed, but don't worry, there's more downstairs, it's just what would fit on the tray," Josh said, placing the heaping tray down on the bed next to Zach and moving around the bed to kiss him on the cheek.

Zach picked up a slice of French toast and took a bite. "This is a lot of food," he said, eyeing up what must have been several pounds of food.

Josh laughed. "You've finally realised you eat quite a lot, have you?" He rubbed Zach's soft gut. "Shall I take some away then?"

Zach's stomach rumbled. "No, no. I was just saying." He took the top off a boiled egg, and dipped a slice of bread in the yolk. "Are you not eating anything?" he asked.

"Don't worry, this is all yours, you won't starve to death. I had something downstairs." He reached his fingers down Zach's gut, towards his crotch. "I can't believe your appetite sometimes, but then, look how big you've gotten after all these years." He squeezed his hand under Zach's gut, and Zach could feel him rummaging around, until he grasped Zach's cock and started to work it. Zach picked up several rashers of bacon and put them in his mouth, whole. "Is this big enough, do you think?" Josh asked as he stroked, his flabby arm jiggling with the motion. "Or will you keep going?"

Zach's eyes rolled back in his head. "More," was all he could say around the bacon. On instinct, he brought one hand up to play with his stretched nipples, the other grabbing more food, even as he tried to swallow his current mouthful.

"I could tell that first night, you know," Josh said. "Have I ever told you that? The way you stared at me, all those comments about how 'big' and 'strong' I was, how you couldn't keep your hands off that cute little gut I had." Zach moaned and did his best to thrust into Josh's hand, but his weight hindered him. "Do you remember how big you thought that gut was? How fat you thought I was? Could you imagine being so skinny ever again? I knew then that you'd want to get big as well, but I never imagined how far you'd take it. How small you'd make me seem, even as I gained right alongside you." Zach's moans reached a fever pitch, toast crumbs falling out of his mouth and onto his chest, as he came with a mighty shudder. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply between mouthfuls as he recovered.

Zach felt the weight of the bed shift around him, and opened his eyes to see Josh removing his sweatpants and lifting up his gut to reveal his once mighty cock, now more than half submerged by his fat pad. "Turn around," he grunted.

Zach struggled around, twisting and grunting and having to physically heft his gut to move it. The tray got pushed onto the floor with a clatter as his gut brushed past it. Finally, Zach was on all fours, his gut pressing against the mattress. He felt the mattress sink further as Josh knelt behind him, and felt the weight of Josh's gut on his back.

Zach could tell that Josh's cock wouldn't be able to overcome the twin obstacles of Josh's crotch fat and Zach's arse cheeks to reach his hole, but it seemed like he was building up enough friction to enjoy himself anyway, from the way that he groaned and animalistically gripped huge wedges of Zach's fat on his back and sides as he thrusted. The bed must have been specially made, Zach thought, because although it groaned and creaked under their combined weight, it was holding up valiantly.

After some time, Josh gave one final grunt and rolled to the side. Zach collapsed, relieved that his shaking arms no longer had to support his weight. Slowly, he rotated himself once more onto his back. Both lay panting for some time before Josh cleared his throat.

"I know we said we wouldn't do presents, but I found the fabric and remembered how much you used to love that shirt," he rolled off the bed and walked slowly over to the wardrobe, standing on tiptoes to take something from the top. He looked back at Zach and winked. "Figured you probably can't reach up here anymore." He turned back holding a wrapped gift, holding it out.

Zach tensed his body, and threw his weight to one side, rolling onto his side. Josh placed a hand on either shoulder and leant his strength to help Zach sit up on the side of the bed. Zach shooed him away, before haltingly standing. He took the present Josh was holding out, and began to unwrap it.

Inside was his old date shirt, with the same pattern of little swimming otters, but huge. There seemed to be entire yards of it. "I love it Josh, thank you," Zach said, leaning over to kiss his husband.

"Try it on then," Josh said, smiling. "I hope it's not too small." Zach laughed, imagining the circus tent he was holding being too small for anyone.

As he laughed, the room spiraled into colour and light and shadow once more. This time though, he felt himself rise through the maelstrom, up and up and up. He realised, as he did so, that the fat enveloping his body shrank and dissolved. His soft, sagging flesh rose and firmed, withdrew into a pert belly and tits, which further shrank and shrank and shrank, until he once more had the taut abs and toned muscles Ellis had cultivated on him over the years. As Zach's feet touched solid ground, he mournfully stroked his now thin body.

"Oh for fuck's sake."

He looked up to see Morgana, now dressed in an oversized Phoebe Bridger's t-shirt, her legs and feet bare. She tapped her foot impatiently.

"Date with Aubrey Plaz-a-like go well?" Zach asked.

"Absolutely bloody incredible," Morgana said. "But I didn't expect to come back here to find out I'm the patron saint of chubby chasers all of a sudden." She motioned with her arm behind Zach.

"What? I-" Zach turned to see what Morgana was gesturing at. Two Zachs stood before him, both dressed in the same light blue otter shirt, but while one was the same weight as he was now, the other was the same mammoth proportions of the vision he'd just experienced. Both were perfectly still. Neither had eyes.

"So not only am I apparently at the Goddess' beck and fucking call now," Morgana grumbled behind him. "But now apparently my speciality is fulfilling the deepest, darkest, heaviest wishes of the fat fetish community."

"This has happened before then?" Zach asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

Morgana sighed and walked towards the two eyeless Zachs. "Not this exactly, but when I-" She looked over at Zach and seemed to consider something for a moment. "Anyway, the Goddess made one of my friends monstrously fucking fat as well, and now it seems like, through me, you get the same thrilling opportunity." She rolled her eyes and looked the larger Zach up and down. "Not to yuck your yum or whatever, but I don't get it."

Zach turned back to the two stationary figures. Behind them, the sky was beginning to brighten, the first sign of dawn. "So what do I do now?"

Morgana peered into the smaller Zach's eye sockets curiously. "Choose," she said simply.

"Choose what?" Zach asked.

"Which one," she gestured at the two Zachs. "You made a choice once." She played with the hem of the larger Zach's shirt. "You've seen the consequences. Two lives. One you. Choose."

Zach looked at the two of them, avoiding their faces and their blank, hollow stares. He looked at the toned muscles of the smaller Zach. Remembered how out of breath even the smallest action took the larger Zach. He remembered how people would look at his sexy body in the gym. He imagined the disgusted stares his body would attract. He thought about Ellis. He thought about Josh.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped towards his choice. He felt himself sink into the body, losing form and shape and features, becoming one with the unmoving statue. He opened his eyes to see an achingly thin version of himself without eyes. It stood for a moment, before a strong gust of wind seemed to shake it for a moment, and the fine dust that made it up dispersed and swirled around, carried away on the breeze.

He turned to look at Morgana. "Sun's almost up," she said with a small smile. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get eaten out by a hot bitch again."

A bright glow filled the horizon, filling the landscape with light. Zach threw up one hand to shield his eyes, but struggled against the duvet covering it.

He looked around at the dark room he was in. He lay, enormous and quivering, in an empty bed.

"Josh?" he called out. "Josh?"

He clambered out of bed as quickly as he could, shaking the furniture around the room. He left the room, not bothering to put any clothes on. "Josh?" What had he just done? Had he just given up his life, everything he'd known, for a fantasy that didn't even exist? Was this his fate now? Fat and alone?

He thundered down the stairs, the house creaking with each step. Somewhere in the house, he heard the sound of glasses and crockery rattling against each other.

"Babes?" he heard through an open door. Josh appeared in it, wearing a huge dressing gown which barely reached his knees. "What's going on?"

Zach stood on the bottom step. "I uh…" He tried his best to catch his breath. "You weren't in bed."

Josh sighed softly. "It's this cold, I couldn't get to sleep and you were like a bloody radiator," he said, his voice bunged up and hoarse. "Come in here, I'm watching some old Doctor Who."

Zach followed him through to a living room, where he crashed down into a crater in the sofa that he assumed had been formed by himself over time. Josh draped a blanket over his naked body, and grabbed one for himself.

"Didn't bother putting on any clothes?" Josh asked.

"I was worried," Zach replied.

Josh smiled and rubbed Zach's thigh. Zach returned the smile and turned to the TV to see Tom Baker hiding from an oversized mummy.

"Hungry?" Josh asked.

"You'll miss the episode," Zach protested.

"Ah, I've seen it loads, it's a classic. Besides, I can hardly expect you to get up and fetch it, now that you're sat down, can I?" He groaned and strained as he stood up. "I tell you what, I think soon we'll reach a limit on how big we can get purely based on the amount of calories we'll burn just getting up to get food."

"Not for a while yet though," Zach said.

"No, not for a while," Josh agreed, rubbing a hand through Zach's hair as he passed, his love handle brushing against Zach's arm.

As Zach relaxed, the dream that woke him up left his head. A witch was there maybe? And he was so thin! At one point, he remembered, he'd freaked out when he'd outgrown a favourite shirt, eventually leaving Josh for their friend Ellis, but he'd turned into some fatphobic twink rather than the soft sub Zach knew. He laughed to himself - outgrowing clothes was now a regular, and greatly looked forward to, occurrence.

Josh came back in and handed Zach a thick sandwich, piled high with fillings, an entire sharing bag of crisps to the side . "Anything good happen while I was out?" he asked.

Zach nodded. "Oh, yeah. The daleks and the cybermen have gone to war with those" he gestured at the screen, "mummy things."

Josh fell down on the sofa with a soft "oof!" "You're not even paying attention! You can make your own sandwich next time." He took a bite out of his own giant portion of food.

Zach looked down at his body. "Do you ever regret it?" he asked. "Getting so fat with me?"

"Well first off," Josh replied. "No. Secondly, I don't think you're in any position to call anyone fat. And thirdly, what's all this about? You going to start P90X and live off celery?"

Zach shook his head. "Just a dream I had."

"Do you?" Josh asked, peering closely at Zach. "Regret it? You've taken it a lot further than me, it's okay if you want to scale it back a bit."

Zach smiled. "No regrets," he said.

Josh returned his smile, reassured, and turned back to the TV. "Good, because I don't think you're capable of dieting."

Zach leaned over and grabbed a handful of Josh's gut. "You're one to talk. We'll see how good at dieting you are when you're my size." The two kissed.

Zach smiled as he forgot his dream entirely. No regrets.

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Love Letters (Pt. 2)

(AN: Here's the part two to Love Letters! :D

Please read the first part before reading this one ^^

Yes, a lot of angst through this one, but it is hurt/comfort.

TW: Slightly suggestive joke at the very end, just the last few lines

Enjoy! ^^)

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

It was going on a week since Queen Dice had even seen Luci. All she could think about was what had happened those five days ago. How she'd broken that very slim barrier of trust that her wife had with her.

The guilt of all of this was eating her alive. It didn't help that Luci refused to talk to her. She didn't even leave her office. She didn't let anyone in, not even Henchwoman, which almost guaranteed that she didn't eat. Who knows how much she slept. It was so lonely at night for Dice there in bed. That empty space beside her in the bed was the loneliest she's felt in a long time.

Queen Dice really had taken for granted how much she enjoyed having Luci right there next to her. Yes, she snores incredibly loudly, yes she'd often kick in her sleep, and of course she had her reoccurring nightmares... But Dice would be lying if she said she didn't miss it all.

Luci was such a cuddler, and Dice definitely missed feeling her warmth and body against her own. The way she nuzzled against Dice when she ran her fingers through the demon's hair, her quiet purring that could be heard throughout the night.

Queen Dice missed it all. Every single thing.

It took a massive toll on not only her work but her mental health. She didn't realize how having Luci there helped her get to sleep. The guilt was another story, it wouldn't let her sleep. Nevermind even eat.

She couldn't even find the desire to even want to scam the sinners in the Casino. Most of the time, she'd just let them win, if they didn't, she wouldn't even bring up the betting their soul. The worst that would happen is that they'd just lose all their money.

She drummed her fingers on the card table after a game of poker had just ended. Frowning, all she could think of was regret and disappointment in herself. Only being interrupted by the tap on her shoulder.

"Hey, uhm, Dice...?" Chips asked.

"Hmm?" Queen Dice looked up quickly.

"Uh... There's a couple guys fighting in the billiard room..." Chips scratched the back of her neck as she nervously looked to the room.

"Ugh, I swear to Satan, those two assholes have nothing better to do than fight over that game." Dice muttered, marching straight to the billiard room.

Though as soon as she opened the door, she found the room was completely empty. Raising an eyebrow, she stepped inside, looking around, finding the room barren. Turning around to leave, she jumped to see none other than Luci herself.

"Luci?"

"... You...?"

"What are you doing here?" Queen Dice asked.

"Wheezy told me some guys were fighting in here," Luci walked further in the room. "What are you doing here?"

"Chips told me the same thing."

"What?"

Just then, the door slammed shut, locking.

Immediately turning to the door, the Devil pushed against the door before tugging at the door, as if it had magically changed directions of which way it swung open.

"Chips! Wheezy! Unlock the door this instant!" Lucifer yelled through the door.

"Not 'till you two make up!" Chips hollered through the door.

Luci turned to face Dice for just a moment before frowning and turning back to the door.

"I don't want to make up!"

"Please let us out!" Queen Dice yelled. "I'll... I'll give you each a raise!"

"Raise?! Hot dog!" Chips said excitedly.

"She's lying, idiot." Wheezy snapped.

"Oh..."

"Let us out or... Or... Or I'll burn down the door!"

"If you burn down the door, you'll risk burning down your wife." Wheezy reminded her.

Lucifer immediately whipped around to face Dice, her eyebrows creased. Finally giving up, the demon growled, marching off away from the door.

"Well... As long as we're here..." Queen Dice fixed the cuffs on her jacket. "I suppose I can try this again; I'm sorry I read your letters."

Still, the Devil still didn't accept her apology, keeping her back toward her.

Sighing, Dice shook her head.

"How many times do I gotta say it?!"

"I'll let you know when you get there."

"You're just... Ugh!" Queen Dice threw her hands up in defeat.

"I'm what?! Just say it!"

"Look, yes, I read your letters, which were private. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry, I really am." Queen Dice explained. "I've been feeling so guilty about this since it happened. I'll do anything to make up for it. But you... You're not even trying to forgive me!"

"Why should I?!" Luci whipped around to face Dice.

"Because I apologized!"

"That's not a good reason." She turned her back on Dice once again.

"Why are you so persistent about this? Huh? What is so bad about those letters that you couldn't show me?!" Anger was finally setting in, breaking through Dice's guilt.

"It's not important, Dice. I just didn't want you to see them."

"But why? What ever it is, I'll understand."

"Just because."

"That's not a valid argument, and you know it." Queen Dice crossed her arms.

"THaT's nOt a VaLiD arGuMenT, aNd YoU kNow iT." Luci mocked her.

"Now you're just being childish."

"NoW yOU'rE jUsT bEiNg cHiLDiSh."

"Lucifer!"

"LuCiFeR!"

"Take this seriously!"

"TAkE tHiS sEriOuSLy!"

"Ugh! Chips! Wheezy! This isn't working!" Dice turned to the door, knocking on it to get their attention.

Though to her dismay, there was no answer.

"Great, they ditched us."

"What a time to not bring my trident..." Luci sighed, leaning against the billiard table.

"Yeah... And I forgot my keys in our... My room..." Queen Dice did the same, quite a distance away.

Though they stopped fighting, the silence was almost worse. It was the such a horrible, horrible feeling just sitting in that silence.

Queen Dice glanced up at Luci, noticing her golden eyes were on her. Quickly looking away, the demon turned her head away from her and crossed her arms again.

"You uh... You read any good books lately?" Dice asked in an effort to make some small talk.

Only giving her a simple glance, Luci immediately looked away. Queen Dice did the same, sighing as her gaze fell to the ground. Curling a few locks of hair around a finger, Dice racked her brain on how to fix this situation.

Luci obviously wasn't accepting any of her apologies, no matter how many times she would say sorry. It only added to the already endless guilt that was eating away at Queen Dice. If only she could just go back in time and stop herself from reading those letters.

Maybe none of this would've happened.

It started with a quiet sniffle, the sound turning Queen Dice around.

Trying but failing, the Devil attempted to hide her silent tears rolling down her face. Her crossed arms turning to hugging herself, the Queen of Hell sobbed quietly, sniffing every now and then.

A sharp, aching pain pierced Dice's heart as she watched her cry. She wanted to comfort her, tell her everything would be ok. But she couldn't. That familiar, yet forgotten wall was built between them. That same wall that had restricted their relationship before. When Queen Dice believed that her Boss hated her, that she was just another worker.

She had no idea how to fix this problem yet she was the only one who could.

"Luci... I'm... I'm so sorry..."

The demon didn't answer.

"I..." Dice sighed. "I get it... I broke your trust and I'm sorry..."

Still no answer.

"And... And now you hate me... And— And— And there's nothing I can do about it..." Queen Dice went on.

"Woah, woah, woah, who said that I hate you?" The Devil suddenly turned to face her, wiping away her tears.

"You've been acting like it for days!"

"Look... Of course I want to forgive you." Luci's voice came out frustrated and broken. "I just want to know that you're going to keep your word... That I can trust you not to do that again..."

"You can, I— I assure you."

"Trust isn't an easy thing for me to grasp... Someone has betrayed me at every turn..." Luci explained on, wiping away the rest of her tears. "I guess I was more angry at the situation than I was at you... I didn't want that person I hated this century to be you..." She glanced at Dice, continuing. "I know how sorry you are... Even through your excuses and your arguing, I can read your deepest desires... I guess I'm just not quick to forgive..."

"That's ok. There's nothing wrong with that." Queen Dice offered. "Forgiveness doesn't come without time. And I'm willing to wait for that, as long as you need."

Smiling, the demon sighed contently, finally seeming to get some closure. Closing her eyes for a long while, she just appeared to be taking the tranquility of the moment in. Finally getting some closure and a well-deserved, well-rounded apology, it was nothing but the serine silence between them that filled the room.

Though the long moment passed, the Devil finally blinking her eyes open, frowning.

"Dice...?"

"Yes?"

"You asked me the other day... Why I never gave you those letters..."

"Oh?— O— Oh... Right... You— You don't need to tell me."

"No, no... It's fine. After all this time you deserve to know..." Luci said. "I never gave them to you because... Because I was embarrassed..."

"Whatever for?" Queen Dice raised an eyebrow.

"I wrote most of those a long time ago... And— And I started writing them because... Because I could never face you and talk to you... So everything I wanted to say... Everything I wanted you to know... I put in those letters..."

"Awe... That's cute..."

"No, it's embarrassing... It's weird."

"It's not."

The Devil opened her mouth to argue before realizing she was getting nowhere arguing with Dice. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes before continuing;

"Anyways, even after we got together... And married... I still couldn't bring myself to give you the letters... I couldn't live with the thought that you might not like what I wrote in the letters... So... I didn't..."

"I would've loved to see them... The... The ones I read were really sweet..." Queen Dice offered her a smile.

"You obviously didn't read any of the really embarrassing ones..." the demon chuckled half-heartedly.

"Oh come on, Luci, I'm sure they were all adorable."

Luci grimaced, still unsure.

"You wanna know how I know?~"

"How?"

"Because you're adorable."

The demon stared for a moment, blinking with a confused expression before she smirked.

"Well, I can't argue with that." She snickered.

Luci wrapped an arm around Queen Dice, pulling her closer to lean her head on hers. Finally taking that chance to relax and just sit in silence with Luci, Dice sighed and closed her eyes. Though she did have one more thing on her mind;

"Luci?"

"Dice?"

"If you don't mind me asking... How long..." Queen Dice started. "How long ago did... Did you write those?"

"Uhm..." Luci paused, thinking as she bit her lip. "Eight."

"...Months before we started dating?"

"Years."

"Eight years?!"

"Yes..." Luci chuckled. "It's actually kind of funny when you think about it..."

"Oh, you poor thing, you spent so long staying quiet..."

"How long did it take you to admit your feelings to me?" The demon raised her eyebrow, smirking.

Queen Dice pursed her lips, that was a long time, so long that the years had started to blend together.

"Touché."

Luci snickered, letting a few snorts out with it. Her laughter was such a sweet sound, no matter the circumstances, her wive's laugh never failed to put a smile on Dice's face. Even through their hardships, those simple things pulled them together more than other things could push them apart.

Those other things like what kept them apart for five days. They hadn't realized how much they needed one another until they were apart. But here together, everything was as it should be. Even if it wasn't perfect, it was what they needed.

"I guess Chips and Wheezy will be letting us out here soon..." Luci spoke quite unenthusiastically.

"I think they might've forgotten about us..." Dice chuckled, half heartedly.

"Yeah..."

"Maybe we can get their attention if we yell for them?"

"No, They're— they're busy working...We can just spend some time in here by ourselves... Alone... Just the two of us..." The Devil's hand trailed down Dice's body, fingertips brushing up against her thigh. "You want to play a round of pool?"

"Sure."

"Great! Is my cue still in here?"

"It's the tallest one in here, dear."

[practically-an-x-man]

I saw you reblog the post "send an OC and you tell me which of your OCs would fall in love with them" and had a moment of oh no, how many non-furry/dragon characters do I have. So I'm throwing you a variety!! We're gonna have to put aside the fact that two out of the three here are furry characters. I'm genuinely severely lacking in human people, despite how much I talk about them. (Is this a game show where only the winner out of all of them gets a date, or are they all getting paired off? Up to you!)

CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE

I gotta throw you a character I haven't mentioned before much. Silver Bullet Babe, or just Silver for short, spends a large majority of his time studying magic. Coming from a well off family who encouraged his focus on his studies and seclusion from others, his social skills are lacking at best. On the plus side, though, being with him comes with the added bonus of a very extensive library filled with otherwise forbidden knowledge. He's also very pink with lovely hair.

(I'll never get over how beautiful this commission is, and I'm devastated that I've lost access to the artist since)

CONTESTANT NUMBER TWO

You already know this one. His info post isn't up yet, so his exact details might be blurry, but let me introduce you to the danger to aviation laws himself, Hazard! I don't. I don't have his picture on my laptop, so you're gonna just have to imagine a tall Canadian with the most mid fohawk ever who talks with an accent that is an affront to the concept of language itself. He's a great guy, I promise. Asides from how much danger he puts himself in for his own entertainment, he's a great guy.

CONTESTANT NUMBER THREE

*Shuffles through my characters* fuck okay who else is in here. hm. I feel I've gotta give you another one I haven't talked about before. I'm digging up Doe for this one.

Do you need a girl in your life that doesn't take shit from nobody anymore? Would it be even better if it were impossible to tell if she even liked you or not? Then let me present to you, Doe! I know for a fact she has an anthro design around somewhere, but evidently not here. I don't even have her regular design on this laptop, so we gotta just imagine an orange skywing woman together. What does she have to offer? She's fearless with the strength to back that up. She's punched both Sandwing and Skywing soldiers on two separate occasions. Her boss is, unfortunately for her, also her best friend, so they're a two for one deal, so you'll also be gaining a really weird uncle as well.

Oooooh, introductions to new OCs!! I love this!!

Let's see here...

For Silver, I could see him getting together with Kestrel. They're also super inquisitive and work with magic frequently, so I could definitely see them bonding over that initially. And like... Kestrel's social skills aren't fantastic either, being a changeling who's been told effectively their whole life that the only thing they're good at is causing havoc and distress, so I think those early interactions might be a little awkward. But after that, y'know, it all would work out great!

I think Quinn would probably fall for Hazard in like.... a weird way. Like the "buddy you're just really fucking Odd. I kinda want to punch you in the face but I also kinda want to kiss you and we'll figure out the logistics of that later" kind of way. She's absolutely a daredevil too and would initially be drawn to that thrillseeking side of him, always trying to one-up him until it becomes a weird sort of game, and then that game becomes a weird sort of flirting... they'd be the weirdest, most hazardous (pun not intended) power couple on the planet, but that's my answer.

Doe definitely strikes me as Eris' type - someone who can fire right back to whatever little battles they want to throw at her, who isn't going to flinch, who's good and strong and driven to keep pace. You've heard of people getting along like a house on fire? These two would get along like nuclear fission. This might be The Most Dangerous relationship I have ever come up with, maybe not to the two of them but definitely to everyone else in the immediate vicinity.

[liviavanrouge]

Anne Overblot pt 2

Anne: *Shrieks in anger, Ramona firing a ball of ice at her* LEAVE ME ALONE!! PROMISE BREAKERS!!

Dina: *Runs in, her eyes wide, Sparky beside her* Oh no!

Sina: WOAH!

Sparky: We're too late!

Anne: *Swats Hunter away, sending him crashing into a wall*

Clover: HUNTER!!

Daisy: Anne! You hurt big brother!!!

Anne: GO AWAY!!! LIARS! DECIEVERS!!

Daisy: *Narrows her eyes, magic surrounding her* Big sis has forgotten that Papa and Father do try their hardest!! They can't be everywhere at once!

Clover: Daisy?!!

Daisy: ANNE, SNAP OUT OF IT!! -SLEEP POISON-!!

Anne: *Looks at her arms, quickly trying to shake the purple poison spores off* Wh-What?!

Clover: *Gasps as Anne starts to sway* Daisy, do it again!

Daisy: B-But I don't even know what I did!

Ramona: Little cousin, just breath and focus!

Daisy: *Sighs, relaxing her body* ....Sleep Wonderfully, Sleep Soundy, Sleep till you can't hear me....

Daisy: -Sleep Poison-

Anne: *Falls over, poison spores sticking to her body*

Hunter: *Groans, sitting up* Geez

Dina: *Stares feeling something wrong then grabs her Sight Pen, aiming it at Anne*

Sina: *Grabs Dina's wrist*

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Sina: *Looks around finding herself in a white room, Anne standing not too far from her*

Anne: Growing up, I've always admired my parents...My Father's dedication to his modeling and my Papa's dedication to being by my father's side

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Anne(5): PAPA! FATHER!

Vil: Anne?

Anne: I got the lead role! They said I was better than Neige's daughter!

Vil: Good job Anne!

Golden: *Chuckles* We're proud of you, you put in the hard work and here's the result!

Vil: Want us to help you practice, Anne?

Golden: We have spare time!

Anne: Yes! Yes please!

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Dina: *Stares as the memory faded away*

Anne: I loved making my parents proud, seeing their smiles always brought joy to me

Anne: I used to practice with them both, and they'd always tell me that I did so well and that I'd go far...but we started getting distant...

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Anne(7): Papa, Father? You'll come to the play right?

Vil: Not this Anne, we're sorry but we have to leave early, we'll be working late...

Golden: Auntie Livia and Uncle Jack will be there, they're coming to watch you! They'll record it for us!

Anne: But I want you guys there....

Vil: We know love, we wanna be there too, but my schedules busy and your father is my bodyguard

Golden: I wanna take the day off but the other guards are incompetent so I gotta be there in case anything happens

Anne: Oh....okay...I'm sorry for complaining

Vil: Anne baby-

Vil's manager: We gotta go!

Vil: We'll talk later

Anne: Okay...

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Dina and Sina: *Reaches out, touching the memory stunned*

Anne: I knew they wouldn't always be around, it was fun hanging with Aunt Livia and Uncle Jack but...it wasn't the same

Anne: I started avoiding my parents, they had gotten busier as time went on, making empty promises that hurt my feelings more as time went on

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Anne(12): Thanks Daisy...

Vil: Anne, want us to help you practice?

Golden: We have the week off, which means we can see your play!

Anne: No...I don't want your help....

Vil: Anne...

Anne: I've been fine practicing on my own, I'm busy please excuse me

Golden: Anne what's the matter?

Anne: I'm tired okay! I've been practicing all day for this play! One you guys aren't even gonna show up at!!

Vil: Anne, we're gonna be there for this one! We swear!

Anne: Yeah...okay...do whatever...

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Anne: *Rubs her eyes as tears started to fall* I understand that they're busy! I know they won't always have time for us!

Anne: It still hurts, it still makes me feel weak! I told myself to stop depending on them to come but I still do!

Anne: *Turns away, covering her face* I wish I never existed....

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??? And ???: ANNE BABY!!!!

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @teddymochi

[mooodyblue]

Hello, can I have a request, please? Would you consider writing something for little!e when he is sick? His girlfriend Linda Thompson wrote in her book how she would stay with him in a hospital and he would be very cute and very little, so it made me think of such fic … 🧸🤒

hi friend! thank you for the request! i just started linda's book yesterday, my heart melts when she talks about him when he's regressed. i wanna take care of him so bad💔 hope i did your request justice!

teddy bear | little!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: fem!reader, little space, age regression

wc: 636

>MASTERLIST<

send me requests!

elvis being sick meant two things. one, he was going to need all the attention he could get. two, you would no longer be playing the role as elvis presley’s beloved girlfriend, but as the best caregiver he could ever ask for.

unfortunately, last time he was sick, you weren't with him. he was stuck in another state. he even called you, begging you to come and take care of him and that he would even get you on the next flight. elvis must have called you several times a day. you cringed when you got the phone bill later but he volunteered to pay it, he told you he didn’t remember calling you so much and apologized over and over again.

he didn’t always slip while he was sick, but the more sick he was and the more you took care of him, the more he would fall into his headspace. he was always taking care of others, having someone take care of him was nice for a change.

forcing him out of bed was harder than you thought. he’d spent the last 24 hours in bed, cuddled up to you. if you weren't in bed with him, he was crying about you being away from him.

you slipped out of the bed quietly, doing your best to not wake elvis. you had one foot on the floor when you heard gentle whines from the other side. “mommy, no!” he cried, pulling you back onto the bed.

you let out a small yelp, finding yourself in a tangled mess between the sheets and elvis. “baby, i need to get your medicine. i’ll be quick, okay?”

“please don't go!”

you pulled him out of bed eventually, his legs nearly giving out from laying down for so long. of course, he groaned the entire way down the stairs. you could have practically been carrying him down the stairs by the way he was leaning against you.

you gave him his soup followed by the warm-red liquid that you spent over 10 minutes trying to get him to take. he always refused to take it.

“mommy, it tastes nasty! i don’ want it!”

“if you take it, we'll go back upstairs and you can lay in bed as long you want. we'll even watch a movie or cartoons, whatever you want.”

elvis sat silent for a second, “will you stay with me?” he asked.

“of course.”

so now here you are, in bed with a sick elvis presley who's having his fifth coughing fit of the day. you were definitely going to get sick after this, but anything for elvis.

you gently pat him on the back as he whimpered and curled himself on your chest. “i don't feel good.” he murmured.

“i know, baby. i know. that's why i gave you that nasty stuff earlier, so you'll feel better.”

“i feel better when i’m with you.” he snuggled into you and rested his eyes back on the tv. your heart melted as his words, oh how you loved him so much. “but i can’t magically cure you honey, i wish i could.” you frowned.

he sighed, too exhausted to even argue with you. “thank you for takin’ care of me, mommy.”

you smiled at him, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “you don't have to thank me. you know i’ll always be here for you.” you glanced down at him, watching him slowly doze off.

“mmhmm….love you” he mumbled, cold medicine starting to slowly kick in. you let him sleep softly against you the rest of the evening, watching how peaceful and comfort he looked. when he wasn't playing elvis presley, he was your own little teddy bear but most importantly, he was your baby. and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[ghostlyauroras]

Just watched Wakanda Forever and while I enjoyed the movie I just feel very dissapointed by the Namor/Talokani plot in general.

It seems most other indiginous cultures have gained some modicum of respect in mainstream media rep but to see the Mayan inspired people portrayed as the bad guys through most of the movie in this the year of our lord 2022 is just exhausting.

Evidently oppressed indiginous groups will always be in the wrong for taking violent action against their oppressors, because the oppressed can only take back their freedom peacefully to have a rightful claim to it.

But here's the kicker: am I saying Wakanda was their oppressor? Hell no! Wakanda is over there minding their own business! It's the good ol' US of A that's threatening their peace searching for their resources!

So why then, is the plot of the movie not Namor asking Wakanda for their help in attacking the US? Uniting to defeat the real enemy, the "colonizers"?

Instead they have a stupid vendetta against the scientist that invented the technology that can find vibranium. What for? The machines have already been built and are in use, why waste your time eliminating a scientist when the navy are already at their doorstep searching for the vibranium? This isn't terminator they're not going back in time to avoid the technology being invented.

Why threaten Wakanda with war if they don't deliver them the scientist? In this universe Wakanda has better technology and resources than even the US, so why threaten a potential ally that's more powerful than your enemy INSTEAD OF YOUR ACTUAL ENEMY? If they're so convinced they can take on Wakanda in a war, why not go straight for the ones actually threatening them???

I'll tell you why. Because for all those stupid "a colonizer in chains" woke jokes, the reality is that they'll never show the US as the real monster that it is. They'll skirt around it but you'll never have an indiginous culture waging war on the US and BEING IN THE RIGHT AND MAYBE EVEN ACTUALLY WINNING!

Because the US represents the status quo of the world that must be preserved at all costs and anything that threatens it is evil, even if they are completely in the right.

So instead have an almost 3 hour movie about an indiginous people waging a misguided war on the heroes only to in the end come to their senses and form an alliance... to... be protected? To go back underwater and have their secrets kept?

I don't get it, is the US just magically gonna forget that they were looking for vibranium in the middle of the ocean? Are they just going to peacefully back down because Wakanda told them not to keep searching? *laughs in history of the entire fucking world*

I'm sorry but this movie is very carefully crafted propaganda. Look we're so inclusive we make movies about other cultures! We call out colonization! While also piting indiginous cultures to fight against each other and completely forget who the real enemy is! Oh but don't worry they make peace at the end! And agree to help each other keep world peace by not challenging the US! Happy endings for everyone!

Idek how to end this, I just feel like it was a waste of really cool worldbuilding they had in the beginning, I wanted to see them flourish together with Wakanda, not go at each other's throats over a senseless plot point :/

[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ anon here! Ok I know I was here earlier but like as I said I've been rereading and like I'm being infected with even more brain rot. I was like too excited and I was worried I'd forget about it when the next update comes so I just decided I'd put the little detailed I noticed in here too because I just like NEED you to know that like I've noticed these little treats you've scattered in.

Ok so the first bit I noticed was Tech saying "I'm getting what I wanted so should I really question it?" that's gonna bite him in the ass so fucking viciously. Like yeah bro, you're gonna get that life of freedom in the woods you'll just get a whole new dad along with it and a change in title!

Oh also the smaller things with Phil that like mix in with like fae folklore!! I love them!! I am eating them up at the speed of light like the small things that get dotted in there. "You can call me Phil" instead of "my name is" since bro cant lie, him wording things differently / weird because because he doesn't wanna tell the truth but he also cant lie so he puts in little half truths. The honey stick!! bro loves honey (as most fae do) and then immediately popped in a tiny little deal with Tech.

Oh also the exchange when Tech first saw him by the cart, where like Phil was talking about the deal and stuff and saying that it's all gone to hell and like Tech tried reassure him with the pear bit and like taking what's left and then turning it into something to benefit him better. Tech might as well have just handed over the adoption papers and a pen for Phil unknowingly lmao

Oh and Tech like nearly slipping up a bunch with the names on top of like unknowingly giving the trophy hubby of the queen of fae like gifts and then happily accepting gifts in return! OH and Phils little ominous like responses when Tech mentions his family and then having lots of things to worry about!! Its all gold and I love it all!!

As well as Phil being like 'dont share my totally not magical cookies' while i like to imagine Tech already plotting giving one to Carl; I just have a feeling that Carls gonna be like a hidden big plot point or something, good for him tbh. Oh and like the crows turning up along with phil a bunch!

I also LOVE how naïve Tech is, like "huh this guy looks super familiar, I feel like I've heard about him before, oh only the queens husband really hangs around birch forests? shame I haven't bumped into him in this birch forest you've been hanging out in! That's a super cool crow I saw earlier, what a coincidence it is that these 'special' cookies you made me also have a crow on them! They're special because specifically YOU made them and you don't want me to share them? that's wild, thanks for the gift bro I really appreciate them! damn I'm super tired after you told me to go to sleep, guess I didn't realise how tired I was!" Like Tech when you finally connect the dots you're gonna be so upset with yourself lmao.

I love that it feels like super real too! Like when you already know Phil's a devious old man its so clear but like if you sit down and think about it from Techs perspective, its so clear that he just wouldn't connect those dots! Like bro Phil could've probably told me he was the queens hubby and I would've thought he was making a weird joke so like yeah ofc Tech wouldn't immediately clock that Phil is the queens hubby because why would he? he's just a strange guy who was stranded by the road!

Anyway I'm sorry for writing you like a bonus novel of my thoughts but like I am just gobbling all these little scraps of lore and worldbuilding up! I feel like a lot of readers will enjoy stuff and then never like tell the author like how fucking good that stuff is so I'm making up for all those people who will enjoy things and notice things but never say it! As always, have an even nicer day then the one I wished you had a few hours ago!

Never apologize for filling my inbox with brainrot. I love it 💚💚💚💚💚.

Techno is 13 and incredibly sheltered. He just wants to go out and look at some trees. Maybe some squirrels. Giant birds. The kid is not going to look the gift horse in the mouth, he just wants to SEE things. And yeah, definitely gonna come back to bite. The gift horse might have been a trojan horse. But he's having fun. He can't be bothered with being safe.

He can call him Phil until the time comes that he can call him Dad. Very simple. And yep, Phil does not lie. It is so fun writing a deceitful character who doesn't lie.

Honeystick idea came from my friend @l1m30. I was originally going to have Techno and the guards drink tea, but have Techno not like tea and just pour sooo much sugar in it. And then offer Phil some of his sugar instead of honey. But Limbo talked about eating honey sticks and I thought "😀 That's much better!" And yeah, Techno is agreeing to so many deals without realizing it. Phil is sneaky.

Oh yeah, Techno was just trying to comfort Phil. And he did. He just signed himself up to be PEARed with Phil for all eternity. The pair isn't perfect, but it still Jams well together. :D but yes, that whole part is fun to write. Techno is just thinking literally, Phil is complaining about the difficulties with the broken adoption system.

Yep. To be fair, he was only going to use their nicknames. But he is only supposed to use those WITH his family, not to others. It wouldn't have been catastrophic, but he HAS gotten in trouble for that before so he is a bit more careful.

Gift giving! Like a real family!! 😀 How much of yourself are you willing to give, Techno??

Oh, had Phil not said anything Carl would have ABSOLUTELY gotten a cookie delight. 100%. Carl is spoiled. He deserves to be spoiled. But Techno would have probably shared them with other people without that promise, and Phil gave those to TECHNO. No regifting.

I've tried very hard to make Phil's fae nature obvious for readers, but plausibly deniable for Techno. Like, c'mon, how many people are blonde with blue eyes? It doesn't mean anything. His ears are normal and he doesn't have wings! And so what if he is hanging around an unnatural forest! I am also going through an unnatural forest! And I'm not suspicious! And it was like 2am, I guess it makes sense I would be tired. I mean, Skeppy is over there drooling on Bad. Probably just didn’t notice. Sugar crash or something.

I loved every moment of this. Please do not apologize. I loved loved loved it.

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Okay so I'm usually very comfortable and very relieved to be aroace. But sometimes, the repeated invalidation wears on me. And then I end up going through the whole questioning phase AGAIN so I just needed to get some things off my chest.

I hate when I share my experience as an aspec person, even within the community, and someone always has to pipe up with, "Oh, I thought I was a late bloomer too. Until I met someone and now I don't feel that way anymore."

Listen. And I mean this with all my heart: kindly shut the fuck up.

Unless someone is seeking relationship advice, don't say that shit. It's condescending and invalidating.

It also puts me right back into the questioning cycle all over again and I'm really, really tired of revisiting that phase for the hundredth time. It took me YEARS of research and questioning and denial before I finally felt comfortable saying that I was aroace and non-partnering.

Then someone has to come along and say, "You'll change your mind!" in some flavor or another.

And I'm spinning out again.

Am I really aroace?

What if I'm just picky?

Maybe I'm a really unlikeable person and no one wants me.

What if it's just generational trauma holding me back? What if it's social anxiety messing everything up?

Maybe I'm not trying hard enough. Maybe I need to date, even though I have no desire to do so. But other people seem to know what's best for me, right???

I'm tired of people telling me that my value and my happiness hinges on someone else. No matter which way you look at it. If I don't rabidly hunt down a romantic partner, then I better have a QPR. If I don't have a QPR, then I better have some really good friends.

NO. I. do not. feel fulfilled. with. people. End of story. I've lived for over thirty years on this planet and I've never experienced a very close personal connection with someone. AND THAT'S FINE. I'm tired of being told that I have to do everything in my goddamn power to change that because I can't POSSIBLY be happy on my own!!!!

You know what does make me very unhappy??? When I'm told that I'm inferior or screwed up because I don't have someone to validate my existence as a human being. As if my life has no meaning until someone, somewhere, in this big wide world, sees me and says, "You have worth because I said so."

When I was growing up, my parents told me to act more like my brother so people would like me. They pressured me to be someone I'm not because prioritizing other people's favor was more important than valuing myself.

I'm tired of waiting for someone to notice me. I'm tired of putting my life on hold, waiting and waiting and waiting for some "magical person" to make my life amazing and allegedly bring me happiness.

You know what that does? It makes me miserable. It makes me depressed. Every year that passes and I remain solo, I wonder, "What's wrong with me? Am I unloveable? Why does everyone else have a special person but I don't?"

If you met someone who changed your view of the world, good for you. But there are times where you should keep it to yourself, rather than bragging about how your relationship made your life so amazing.

And DO NOT get me started on, "Oh, your forever person will find you when you stop looking and when you least expect it."

Bullshit. Once again, implying that my worth and happiness as a human being hinges on someone else. Once again implying that EVERYONE will partner up eventually because YOU can't seem to fathom anything differently. Because it makes YOU uncomfortable to think that *I* do not have a partner which challenges your viewpoint so you try to MAKE IT FIT by saying, "You will change to suit me and what I believe."

Just leave people alone.

[stagefullofentertainment]

Christmas Time pt. 8

5 more days! Can you feel that we are more than halfway there? In my humble opinion, 5/5 star Christmas are approaching! Today is a continuation of yesterday's winter activities!

Although this serves as another part of a bigger story, I think that you should be okay reading this before previous parts. But if you want to check out others, you are more than welcome! Shameless plug who..

Now, where were we? Oh, that's right! Charlie was trying to keep her balance and to not fall face first into hard ice.

In the meantime, Alastor was trying to not subdue into temptation to make Charlie's ice skates disappear with a snap of his fingers while Vaggie tried to think what was the better course of action; to try somehow getting to Charlie and help her get off or to go and kick Alastor for this.

Their individual thoughts were interrupted by an annoyed voice.

Why are ya here? And why it's so cold? Oh...

Everyone turned their heads to the source of the sound and it was no other than Angel Dust himself. He looked tired and in question.

Angel:*Yaws* Well, that's new.

He walked closer to the lake and snow piles, ignoring everyone around, mostly Vaggie's and Alastor's different kinds of annoyances. Angel leaned down and took some snow into his hands, making a snowball. His eyes changed from questioning to surprised.

Angel: No kidding, it's real.

Alastor: Of course, it's real! What, you thought I made it from yesterday's cotton candy? *Chortles*

Angel throws the snow to the ground and watches it breaking into smaller parts. He still couldn't believe that Alastor made snow appear. He looked at him mistrustfully.

Angel: What's the catch?

Alastor: No catch! I merely wanted to show our princess how a real winter looks like!

Angel: Charlie?

Charlie: Over here!

Everyone turned their attention back to her. Charlie was still standing in the middle of the lake but now she wasn't shaking.

Charlie: I think I got!

Alastor: Very good! Now, how about skating?

Charlie: ... Um, a little help here, please?

Vaggie finally decided on the second option. She marched in front of Alastor and looked at him with wrath in her eyes.

Vaggie: If you don't go and help her this instant, I swear, I will kick your radio brains so far, you'll be retuning yourself for a long time.

Angel: Ouch...

Alastor: *Glares at Vaggie* One piece of advice, my dear.

Unbeknownst to Vaggie, Alastor used his magic again,without his usual antics, for surprise purposes only.

Alastor: Never menace a menace.

With a blink of an eye, Vaggie's shoes were replaced with a pair of grey skates. Alastor quickly took her by the arm and spun into the lake, where Charlie was still residing. Vaggie almost knocked both of them down.

Charlie: Al! That's wasn't nice!

Alastor: See? I told you I'm not kind! Point proven. Vaggie: You scum! Just you wait! Charlie: Wait, Vaggie! Don't leave me!

Vaggie turned around and saw that while Charlie didn't move, she herself was few meters ahead of her. It felt like her legs remembered how to skate, even after all these years. She thought for a second and went back to Charlie.

Vaggie: Here, let me help you skate.

Vaggie skated to Charlie's left side and took her hand. She gave a couple of advice and encouraged Charlie to try to move forward step by step. Though feeling bit uneasy, Charlie tried and... succeded!

Meter by meter and Charlie felt more and more sure of herself. She stumbled a lot and felt few times. Other than that, she was quick to understand the mechanics of ice skating. Vaggie was by her side all the time and never let her loving eyes from Charlie.

During Charlie's trials and tribulations, Alastor was observing them. He was enjoying watching Charlie's attempts at skating even tough the couple's sweetness made him want to throw up once or twice. Deep down Alastor knew that Charlie would like this "surprise" nonetheless, but he could not pass the chance to tease her. It was so much fun watching her facial expressions yesterday!

While Alastor was preoccupied watching ice skaters and thinking about his endeavours, his shadow grabbed a snowball which had a couple centimeters left till Alastor's back head. It threw ball of snow to the ground and returned to it's regular state. Alastor slowly spun his head back, only to see a cocky smile wearing Angel.

Angel: Wanna go a few rounds? Or you are too scared to touch what you cretaed?

Alastor: A few rounds? I'm afraid we will be only needing one.

Angel: What's the matter? To old?

Alastor: *Cackles* No, it's just that...

Alastor's shadow stands besides him and few other ones from various objects become his little fighting force.

Alastor: I have more power than you it seems.

Angel: Oh yeah?

Angel's extra two pairs of arms appear, all showing Alastor the middle finger.

Angel: I've got guns of my own.

Alastor: Alright, if that's what you wish for, I will kindly entertain you.

Alastor's smile turns into an evil smirk while Angel stands immune to it, responding with a wicked grin of his own.

Alastor: Let's begin, shall we?

[mangodestroyer]

Might sound dumb, but for the longest time, I was seriously struggling to immerse myself in media. I just could NOT get myself comfortable enough to do so. Specifically, this is something that happened when I started college for the first time, while dating my ex/after breaking up with them, and working a job. I think this is because I started experiencing much harsher scrutiny over various aspects of my personality and interests (I've been training myself to stop caring). Lots of unresolved trauma came to the surface and hit me right in the face. And that led to lots of insecurity, which attracts a certain kind of person into your life if it's bad enough.

Anyway, I've been doing more to indulge in media. Even read a fanfiction yesterday that was longer than 10k words (as someone who will rarely even touch one-shots lately).

I kind of forgot how... amazing that escapism is. Reality sucks. My life kind of sucks too. Adulthood sucks. Adulthood especially sucks if you're gen Z. Late stage capitalism is getting so bad and we kind of don't stand a chance. And also, I have tons of personal problems that make everything so much worse. Basically, I grew up being told that adulthood sucks and is lots of work, but that you also get a house, a family, a loving partner, and some freedom in return for that hard work. I don't want a family, and I'm not sure the house thing will happen. I guess I have some freedoms? I mean, being able to eat Asian food whenever I want is a privilege I won't easily give up. But, I mean, I really do want the loving, healthy partner (I think about it sometimes and I hate it because I don't technically need one, it's just my biology making me want one). Also, no one told me that friends are difficult to make as an adult. It's partly because some people I knew growing up are too busy with their serious relationships. And some people I meet already have families and no time on their hands. So that unfortunately causes me to want a life partner even more. And yeah, I'm not sure I can call myself "attractive." I mean, I don't think there's anything wrong with how I look (I would say I've started looking much more appealing in my mid 20's than I was as a younger adult), but I'm not "attracting" anyone. Hell, my ex didn't even seem that serious about me in hindsight and wasn't even interested in kissing me. Not even after two years. Which is... ouch!

So yeah, that sucks. Oh, well. At least I'm starting to immerse myself into fanfiction again. Seriously, it's such a great way to "experience" certain life experiences that you just aren't getting irl. I mean, you can be whatever or whoever you want. You can just pretend to be some super attractive guy, dating another super attractive individual. The chemistry will just magically work. Ofc they're crazy about you! Ofc they're going to kiss you at some point! You'll probably even go on some wild adventures with them in some fantasy setting, or you're just lucky and living an exciting life in a more mundane setting.

It was kind of making me sad sometimes, reading such indulgent stories like that. All I could think was "this isn't real, it won't happen for me." Now... it's just starting to make me happy again. I can just get immersed in the story and not care if it's not real. I mean, seriously. I can't just focus on the depressing shit happening in my life all the time. It's hard, but I can't even do much to fix it and it's nice to be able to escape from it now and then.

Maybe it has to do with getting more vitamin C. I had this gut feeling for a while that I needed vitamin C. I was craving juice and fruit. Now I started consuming things with lots of vitamin C and I'm starting to feel better? More emotionally regulated? More energetic with less brain fog? And an increased appetite? Stress was causing me to eat tons of junk food. I would sometimes eat to the point of getting sick. My stomach has been struggling for a while because the large amounts of unhealthy food were causing inflammation. My gut health has been improving over the past few months (started eating other things too, like more garlic and fermented foods). I'm dealing with much less bloating now. I'm starting to think bad gut health can be a huge factor in depression.

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 1

Chapter below the cut

TONY

"If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now," Loki said, looking up at the horde of superheros standing over him, their weapons drawn. His eyes locked on Tony's, setting him on edge. Loki was up to something, and it scared Tony that he couldn't figure it out.

Deciding to ignore that for now, Tony shook it off and said, "Alright, get him on his feet. We can all stand around posing up a storm later. By the way, feel free to clean up!"

"Who gets the, uh, magic wand?" Nat asked, carrying the scepter.

Steve replied, "STRIKE team's coming to secure it."

Then, an elevator opened, and the STRIKE team walked out. Sitwell walked up to Natasha, and she handed him the scepter.

"By all means," she replied, eager to get rid of it, and started to walk away.

Sitwell examined it, and started to touch the tip, when Nat called back at him, "Careful with that thing."

"Yeah, unless you want your mind erased," Clint joked, probably referencing Loki possessing him, "and not in a fun way."

"We promise to be careful," Rumlow assured.

As they gathered up the gear, Steve walked past, talking into his com, saying "On my way down to coordinate search and rescue."

Loki shape-shifted into Steve, mockingly repeating what he said while cross-eyed and doing robot arms. He then transformed back into himself, saying, "I mean, honestly, how do you keep your food down?"

Tony had to fake a cough to hide his amusement. Thor then slapped an Asgardian muzzle over Loki's mouth, saying, "Shut up."

Tony packed up the Tesseract and headed into the elevator with the rest of the Avengers. Hulk tried to join them, but it was already full.

"Hey, hey, buddy! What do you think? Maximum occupancy has been reached," Tony said.

"Take the stairs," Thor suggested.

After a bit of negotiating, everyone agreed that Tony should be the one to show Loki his cell, as he was the only one immune to Loki's mind-control.

"So, this is where you'll be staying. Toilet's over there- Wait, do Asgardians need to use the toilet? Never mind. It doesn't really matter. Bed's over there- It's more like a cot, really- sink's over there, and here's where your food will come through. Oh, and we can take off that stupid muzzle." Tony explained to Loki, who immediately tried to teleport.

"Don't bother. Thor set up some weird kind of force-field that nullifies your powers," he said.

Loki froze up, and instantly his expression became guarded.

"Thank you for showing me around, but I think I can take care of myself. You may go now," he said, his face remaining expressionless. The only sign that he wasn't as calm and collected as he acted was his hand, which was starting to fidget with the hem of his cape. Tony instantly recognized the movement as something he did when he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Um, are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes. I suggest you leave now. You've finished showing me around, and I'm assuming that your fellow Defenders-" Loki started to say.

"Avengers," Tony corrected before he could stop himself. Great. Based on Loki's face, he just made things even worse.

"Avengers are waiting for you. Besides, why would the great Iron Man want to be around a murderer like myself? Surely you have better things to do than make conversation with the person who just tried to invade your planet," Loki hissed, the look on his face looking more like self-hatred than anger, with his eyes starting to water.

For now, the most Tony could do was give Loki some space. He knew firsthand how it felt when someone tried to forcefully "help" you when you're in that place.

JARVIS suddenly started talking, which made both Tony and Loki jump.

"I apologize for startling you, but Dr. Banner is requesting you in the common area to go over the security camera footage," he informed Tony.

"Sorry. I gotta go, but maybe we can continue this later?" he told Loki, who's face somehow became even more expressionless.

Loki didn't respond, and, not wanting to mess things up even more, Tony left.

When he arrived at the common area, he found that Bruce had an image from the security cam footage from when Loki tried to brainwash him with the scepter pulled up on his screen with another one next to it from the camera in Loki's cell.

"Tony! Come here! Take a look at this!" Bruce said hurriedly.

"Okay? What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?" Tony asked confusedly.

"Look at his eyes!" Bruce exclaimed.

"I'm looking? I don't get it," Tony said.

"In the one from earlier, his eyes are blue, but in the one from his cell, they're green!" Bruce explained.

"So? Maybe he was using magic to change his eye color or something," Tony said, exasperated.

"Maybe, but look at this photo from when Clint was possessed," Bruce said, pulling up another image. The eye colors from the earlier Loki one and the one of Clint were the exact same.

"Holy shit! So you're thinking that Loki was possessed too?" Tony exclaimed, completely shocked.

"Language, Tony," Steve reprimanded as he walked into the room, "And what did you say about Loki being possessed?"

"Steve! Come over here! Take a look at this! His eyes were the same shade of blue as Clint's during the battle, but when he went into the cell, which nullifies all magic, by the way, they turned green!" Tony said excitedly.

Steve froze.

"Okay. Have you talked with Thor? The eye color change could've been because he was using his magic to make them blue," Steve asked.

"That's exactly what I thought, but it would be a huge coincidence for it to be the same shade," Tony explained, "JARVIS, can you call Point Break down here? We need to get to the bottom of this."