#mutal weight gain

[alphasunpup]

realize it was getting close to the new moon and I wanted to post before then. At least spice things up a bit and not just post on a new moon or full moon 😂

I was watching Beauty and the Beast (the 1991 because it's clearly the superior) and I was thinking about what would happen with Belle and Beast post ending the curse and being married. First off I think that the Beast should've been more beastly??? Like the curse was about to become final and my poor nigga went through puberty as a beast, yeah he should've been more beastly, kinda like a werewolf stuck in a half shifted form (slightly pointy ears, black nails that look like claws, canines sharp as a wolf, incisors almost like tusks). Also should've been WAY more hairy and disheveled looking. Anyway I think after them ending the curse but the beast still looking a little beastly he's nervous to go out in public so he typically hunts for the castle. And I just think it would be cute that belle brings him out to the market square and he can sniff out the best meats. Or he knows when the baker is lying about the pastries being fresh. Pretty much Belle and Beast should get fat after Belle saves beasts life, ends the curse because Beast would have the abilities of a bloodhound and know how to get them the good shit. Also Belle teaching Beast how to cook instead of eating just raw meat (he still does it after learning how to cook for himself. She allows it cause she loves him 😊).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 😌

[gyuluttony]

i looooved your other txt ask! how about yeonjun + member of your choice that recently started dating and both start to plump up with relationship weight? one of them gains a bit faster than the other, and gets a bunch of casual comments from their mutal friends like “jeez, what has [member] been feeding you??” or “huh, you’ve been getting a bit fat, haven’t you?” but they both get at least a little soft cooking for and feeding each other💞

asks mentioning my ults always end up invading my brain space and causing me to hyperfixate until i end up writing them.. so that's exactly what happened here. i think i'm going to go with beomjun for this one because i do love a good bickering couple and especially when they get softer together...

Ice Cream

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes and stuffing. Don't like, don't read.

The key twisted into the lock easily and the sound of two men groaning came through when they finally made it into the space of their apartment. Yeonjun's voice was whiny as he complained, "You didn't need to order extra entrees when we already had that many appetizers!"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, "I know you're not complaining considering you're the one who ate most of it." He seemed rather proud of himself at that statement, which would have riled up Yeonjun more if he wasn't stuffed to the brim at this very moment.

Flopping onto the couch and knocking his head back, he groaned. "Well, when you're bringing the food to my mouth with your puppy eyes, am I really going to say no? You're lucky you're cute otherwise I would have fought." Beomgyu laughed warmly after sitting next to him, a grunt leaving him as Yeonjun smiles, "Full after all those appetizers and then you had like three desserts. You just wanted to skip the entrees."

He caught the way his boyfriend flushed and nudged him, "You're talking about me feeding you all the entrees meanwhile you made sure I practically licked the plate clean for that brownie we got." Yeonjun caught the way his boyfriend's hand patted his own stomach, beginning the digestion of all the food that he had eaten of his own volition and through Yeonjun's coaxing.

Most nights were like this when they decided to go out anyways. Going to restaurants so that they could spoil the other with food were common and considering they were getting paid on alternate weeks, there was no real rest. Ever since they started dating a couple months prior after meeting through some mutual friends.

It was truly a blissful life. Until the party that they went to this week.

"Hyung, you're starting to get a lot bigger, huh?" Yeonjun's head practically snapped towards Kai, the youngest of their little friend group who covered his mouth, almost like he spilled something that he wasn't supposed to.

Yeonjun approached him, standing in his face, cringing inwardly at the way he didn't notice his thighs rubbing into each other when he walked. "What do you mean bigger?" Even if he needed to ask, he was very much suddenly aware of what the younger meant.

What he didn't expect was Kai's hands to find his belly, protruding over his waistband and pressing the confines of his shirt. "Woah, you're so soft now, hyung! Beomgyu's been good to you, huh?" He caught the way the younger winked but the feeling of hands rubbing his gut was flustering him in a way that he didn't realize.

When someone was as confident in himself as Yeonjun, there were some things that needed to be thrown away to not doubt yourself in specific outfits. That meant being confident in your body no matter what. But, it was almost like this comment made him more aware of the fact that he was practically about to burst out of what he was wearing and it probably looked even more strained after he had eaten a good amount of the snacks that they put out.

He felt the way his gut protruded and made holes in the button up due to them struggling to stay together, explaining why he might have had some difficulty getting the shirt on in the first place and as Kai's fingers poked the chub, he was aware of just how soft he has gotten since the first time he wore an outfit of this style.

Kai waves his hand, finally taking his hands of Yeonjun's fattened stomach before he adds, "You've been plenty good to him too though so I think it just makes you both look cuter!" Yeonjun was going to ask what he means before he curiously looks at his boyfriend and feels his mouth dry up.

That sweet tooth of Beomgyu's certainly was showing its effects, his thighs exploded while he sat on the couch next to Soobin. He was always someone who was on the chubbier side but now next to Beomgyu, most people wouldn't even notice the weight. Kai said they had gotten a little softer but given how Beomgyu's shirt was riding up whenever he got heated from Soobin winning in Mario Kart, he was well aware that they had moved past chubby a while ago.

Seeing Beomgyu celebrate and Soobin play fighting with him, now aware of how much of Beomgyu spills out of his touch and how Soobin's arms press into the flab fairly easily makes his face heat up. He should have probably realized this a lot sooner but they had gotten bigger since getting together.

How many times has his hands rested on Beomgyu's plump hips, pressing into them without realizing how much there was to hold? Is that why he had been squeezing his ass when he walked by more? Now that he was thinking about it, the younger man spilled out of his hands when he squeezed him in such a way.

It'd provide an explanation as to why Beomgyu came up from behind him and rubbed his belly, now realizing why his hands had a lot more room to explore than before as he tried to make sure to rub every part of Yeonjun's gut when he was stuffed.

Kai looked rather proud of mentioning it before Taehyun jabbed him with an elbow to the side, "You're making hyung overthink." Taehyun shot Yeonjun a thoughtful glance as Kai looked at him, worried now and using his doting eyes, "Ah, hyung! I don't mean it like a bad thing! You're both looking so happy it's adorable!"

The warmth on his face was unfortunately not lost on Taehyun who shot him a smirk before he added, "Okay, let's watch something before those two kill themselves over who got last place worse." Sitting next to his boyfriend on the couch, he was more aware of the hand that ended up on his thigh, not able to completely hold it like Beomgyu used to do when they started dating. Leaning against him, it was almost like his moobs acted as a pillow and it was the first time that Yeonjun realized his chest had ballooned to the point that they could be classified as that.

The rest of the night was spent with Yeonjun moving carefully so that he didn't properly burst out of his clothes and Beomgyu still coaxing him to eat more with him unable to say no. Taehyun's eyes ended up on him when he felt like loosening his pants, only adding to the embarrassment that he felt towards this incredibly late realization.

Arriving at their apartment, they stumbled back in a similar fashion how they did most nights as Yeonjun pressed his lips passionately into the younger, unable to hold back from the constant touches the entire night. He hadn't noticed all this excess prior to today and now that he had, it was just another thing to drive him crazy.

Feeling so confident in the weight, he's put on, he presses himself into Beomgyu, leaning against the door, their guts mashing into each other and a burp coming out of the younger, embarrassed due to how stuffed he is. "Sorry," spills out of his lips in a quick breath before they're against each other again, Yeonjun's hands slipping under Beomgyu's sweater to massage his belly only to get more whimpers from him, the pleasure from both the massage and relief from his boyfriend making him melt under his touch.

Whatever happened that night was the best time they ever laid together. Full of attention, love and admiration of the other's softened body. Yeonjun didn't know if he ever have enough fat to classify as anything but skinny before but Beomgyu made to show extra love, squeezing his softened gut, kneading the fat and biting every extra bit of adipose on his thighs.

However, what he didn't expect was the way that they didn't discuss anything. They carried on with their same habits. He noticed that Beomgyu's hands lingered a lot more and explored just about every extra inch of Yeonjun's body and he wasn't going to complain about it.

As Yeonjun boiled about five packs of Buldak for them to share, he felt Beomgyu press into him from behind, hands on his stomach as they slipped into Yeonjun's undershirt, rubbing his boyfriend's belly. It had gotten to the point where it protruded pretty proudly even when not stuff and was currently rumbling at the food that he was currently prepping. Beomgyu's own stomach slotted comfortably into the curve of his back.

"How much longer, hyung? I think we're going to get a noise complaint from the way this won't shut up." He lifts Yeonjun's belly and lets it flop down, causing him to jiggle as he feels himself shiver. He can practically feel Beomgyu's mischievous smile on his back as he turns, pinching the flab on his boyfriend's tummy.

"Yeah, this certainly isn't helping. So, it won't be too long." Yeonjun shakes Beomgyu's stomach for good measure, causing the younger man to yelp before laughing while hugging his boyfriend again. A smile curls at both of their lips before they resume the back hug position so Yeonjun could continue cooking.

The weight they've put on is just showing how comfortable they made each other.

Beomgyu's hands move up to Yeonjun's plump chest as he holds them, voice sounding shaky, "We're not that good with spice so maybe we can have some of the ice cream in the freezer after." Yeonjun's mind remembers how they bought two large tubs and he was already thinking of dessert with the five packs they were cooking. His touch was teasingly slow on Yeonjun's stomach, speaking his thoughts for him. Wondering how big he'd get with all of that food packed in there.

"One for both of us." Yeonjun said it simply and he felt a shaky sigh leave his boyfriend as his hands moved onto Yeonjun's large ass, his own gut hanging on top of it.

If they were this comfortable with each other now, who knew what would happen if they kept goading each other on like this. But, Yeonjun couldn't say he minded it.

[bow-3]

Introduction

My name is bow and I’m a new Ana/wl account! I’m just making this post to try to get some reach & mutals & etc…

I’ve been struggling with food & losing and gaining weight for a LONG time so I’ve made this to help me finally lose weight & keep it off!

Stay safe lovelies<3

[alinelie]

tag game

I was tagged by @silentsundown and @olya-occult-lover, thank you so much! i really appreciate it

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

death by laughter definitely

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

mostly maxis match, but now I'm more open to mixing it with alpha cc

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

nope

4. Do you use move objects?

ofc

5. Favorite mod?

- more kisses by maplebell

- i love how wicked whims mod is life-changing with posing sims

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

cottage living

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

graham and victor

9. Have you made a simself?

No, and I have no plans to do so

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

loner, neat, art lover and bookworm

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

black, dark brown and light blonde

12. Favorite EA hair?

i don't use any of them

13. Favorite life stage?

young adult, adult

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

builder. I don't really play with my sims? I usually create a story around them and their places

15. Are you a CC creator?

no

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Not really, but I am very thankful for my mutals, and I can't tell you how happy I am that this community exists

17. What’s your favorite game?

ts2, ts3 for open world, ts4 for cas

18. Do you have any sims merch?

not sure if this counts, but I have graham photos and ventura wooden sign xd

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

nope

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

this can be seen in graham's changes over the months. my sims all had the same style, so they all looked similar (skin details etc)

21. What’s your Origin ID? noeliaye, i guess? xd

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

sciophobis, simmireen and dearkim for poses

it's so hard to choose just one creator who I love, but lately I have been focusing on woosteru and jellymoo

23. How long have you had a simblr?

march? i think

24. How do you edit your pictures?

photopea, picsart and befunky

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

get together

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

i think cats and dogs? or vampires?

Since I'm so late, I'm tagging anyone who wants to participate!

[bunnithechubs]

Sims get to know me Thanks for tagging me @bakersimmer ❤

What’s your favorite sims death? The Rodent Death really do be making me chuckle .

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? I would say 90% Maxis Match and 10% Alpha, even though my pc hates me for it.

Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? So I don't ever make my sims thinner (or thin in general) but I do fluctuate their weight depending on their habits/life events.

Do you use move objects? *Gia Gunn Voice* Absoluuuutely.

Favorite mod? I would say MCCC, UI Cheats, and BetterBuildBuy are my holy trinity. I will not play unless those three mods are working.

First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I honestly could not tell you... It's been so long.

Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? LIVing....

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Kitty is my baby for ever and ever.

Have you made a simself? Yes.

What sim traits do you give yourself? Foodie, Cat Lover, and Geek

Which is your favorite EA hair color? The Ash brown has a chokehold on me,

Favorite EA hair? Controversial...but the Rey Starwars buns are a favorite of mine.

Favorite life stage? Infant/Adult

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I'm a mixture of both!

Are you a CC creator? I have 0 cc making skills. :(

Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I am waaaay too socially awkward and inconsistent to make friends . I do have a few mutals I speak with sometimes but I always try and show support by liking/commenting/sending asks :)

What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) 2 and 4

Do you have any sims merch? I have a "traits" sticker on my water bottle!

Do you have a YouTube for sims? No, I've always wanted too though. I watch a lot of simtubers!

How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I think it has, I definitely spend HOURS in CAS to make my sim exactly how I envision them.

What’s your Origin ID? Bunnithechubs

Who’s your favorite CC creator? All of them, lol. Except the perma paywall baddies.

How long have you had a simblr? This one- 2019, but I've been in Simblr since 2012-ish.

How do you edit your pictures? ReShade + Photoshop - Crop -> topaz -> actions -> post!

What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I think I would like something that was more community lot based... I'm so tired of using the SAME lot types :(

What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Pets, I love having pets in the game <3

I tag: anyone who wants to do this... I'm too shy to actually tag and bother people!

[chubberbaria]

My half of a trade with @the-kinda-messy-attic ! their rare pair otp Peri and Laslow, I have to admit I had fun with the hair!

[achitachi]

Body Positivity

Ok, so I’ve been seeing here that a couple of my mutals and people i follow are in a funk about their bodies...

to my mom mutals - DUDE! you carried another human in that. i think this comic sums up what i’m trying to say (http://howbabycomic.com/comic/hb248/)

my opinion on diets - DON’T DO IT! Unless you’re doctor tells you, you need to. 

“dieting” does NOT work. unless you make a permanent change to your lifestyle you are going to do more harm than good.

look i’m 5′7″ and weight about 230ish (i don’t own a scale and only interact with one at the doctors). yes, i have back rolls. i have a tummy pouch. so what? i’m a human. a human who carried and birthed two other humans. 

we gain weight as we age. weight has a genetic factor. please, please don’t beat yourself up because you haven’t lost “the baby weight”. it’s OK. 

if you’re really seriously worried about it - TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR. if you can. otherwise take a good hard look at your lifestyle. keep a food journal. food journal. NOT calorie counting journal. and try to find little ways to be more in motion.

your body is an amazing thing. be kind to yourself.

[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 5- Witch's Brew

You look at the purple liquid in the cauldron as it bubbles and boils. You grimace and stand back, a look of disgust on your face. I roll my eyes at you and try to ignore your immaturity.

"Are you sure this is gonna make me big and famous?" You ask hesitantly.

I sigh and walk over to you. I poke your flat chest with my wooden spoon. "Are you the witch here or me?"

"You," you say with a gulp.

"Exactly, so shut up and wait for the drink to cook. Geez," I say with annoyance. When the liquid goes from purple to navy blue and back to lavender, I smile. I take the wooden spoon and shove a spoonful into your mouth.

You're taken a back by my forceful attitude. You slurp down the liquid and let out a hum of delight. A slight gurgle arises from your belly. You rub your belly feeling suddenly hungry but also a little bloated. Your flat stomach had a little pooch now. You just thought the potion may have bloated you up as a side effect.

"Hmmm, tastes like a taro milk tea. Can I have more?" You ask with a nervous blush.

I give you a wicked smile. "Why, of course! What are friends for?" I fill up a vial for you. You grab the flask from me and immediately start downing the potion.

You don't notice how your belly starts to press against your jeans. How your arms began to fill up your flannel. The way your pants were ready to explode at the seams. You finish and let out a modest burp. You have a bit of a drunken smile on your face. Your face had rounded out not. You grasped at your melon like breast. You smacked your lips and gave your fat belly a good shake.

I smiled and gave you a slight kiss on the lips. I licked up a drop of potion hanging off your lips. I feel the same bloat in my tummy and let out a soft moan.

"Oh we're gonna be big and famous alright," I chuckle.

[heartbreaker-johnny]

TATBILB-Chenle

(credit to gif maker, I tried to just get a gif off tumblr but like nothing was showing up like Chenle didn't exist?)

Chenle and I used to hate each other.

He was friends with Jisung since they were about ten. When he moved here from China, he had a very big superiority complex. His family was rich and they didn’t hide it, but they hadn’t exactly done a good job on teaching their son to be modest. He had been raised by nannys and done private schools and homeschooling before the move. His parents decided that after the move it would be best to send him to public school for a bit. He lacked a lot of social skills and manners so they figured public school might help with that.

Jisungs school wasn’t fancy or expensive but it was in a way exclusive. It was a school for the performing arts and most of the kids who attended also excelled academically. Chenle was no exception. He did a lot of singing n China and gained a lot of attention, not to mention he was very smart.

Jisung had a passion for dance, so our parents insisted that he attended the school. He did well in most classes but for some reason, math was the bane of his exsistance. After a few weeks of Chenle being at the school, their teacher had the idea of teaming Jisung and Chenle up. Chenle didn’t seem to be making friends well and Jisung, despite being the shy kid he was, always was very welcoming to new people. Chenle also excelled at math particularly, so the situation seemed like a win-win for both boys. The only person who seemed to lose, was me.

Every single time Jisung brought him home, he tested my patience. When he was younger, he just annoyed me. He would go off on little rants on how our family had such cheap things and his family could afford brand name. Our food wasn’t good enough and our clothes were off the rack. He just seemed to complain about everything. But Jisung always took the effort to give him a chance, despite his rough exterior. He would remind Chenle that not everyone was as fortunate as him and sometimes cheap food tastes the best and off the rack clothes were the most comfortable. He was by far the better sibling in the family.

When he was older, Chenle’s remarks were more geared towards me. He would comment on my looks, my clothes, the books I read or the shows I watched. It was a different topic to torture me about every day.

“No wonder you’re single Y/N, have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“Wow, I read that book in the third grade. Was it too hard for you to comprehend before now?”

“I hardly see you with any friends. Are you sure Mark even likes you?”

I didn’t let him get away with his attitude problem. I went off on him every time a remark went too far and constantly told my parents that I didn’t want him allowed in the house anymore. I just couldn’t understand why Jisung put up with him. Why would anyone stay friends with someone like him for so long? He just repeatedly told me, I didn’t know the real Chenle and that one day, maybe he’d show me the real him. He wasn’t wrong.

One day, I was sent to pick up Jisung from school early. He would be missing his last class and the class he was currently in wasn’t quite over yet. I wondered the halls of the school, looking at the various posters and trophy cases that lined the walls. I suddenly heard something hit a wall and I could hear faint voices. I looked around where I was and determined that it was coming from the boys bathroom, across the hall from where I was standing. I moved closer and could tell there were multiple voices and another slam to the wall. I opened the door ever so slightly and listened in, trying to figure out if maybe someone was having some kind of medical problem and they were calling for help. That wasn’t what was happening.

“You think ‘cause your family is rich you’re hot shit huh? You think you can walk around here all high and mighty and not have to your fair share of classroom chores?”

“Did you really think we were going to let you get away with always weaseling out and leaving us to do all the work?”

“I told you, I’m allergic to the cleaning spray, I can’t be anywhere near it.”

I recognized the last voice immediately. It was Chenle.

“Like I’m gonna believe that! If you were allergic, why would the teacher keep using it?”

“I don’t know, ask her!” Chenle fired back.

“I think you just think you’re too good to pull your own weight. We around here, we don’t let people skate by like that. I think it’s about time you got what’s been coming to you.”

I had a feeling I knew what was coming next and as much as I hated Chenle, I wasn’t going to let him get his ass beat. If anyone was gonna do it, it was gonna be me.

I threw the door open and rushed inside the bathroom to find two boys towering over Chenle who was on the floor. They were scrawny kids, he totally could have taken them, but it was Chenle we were talking about.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I yelled at the boys.

“This is the boys room, get out!” One boy said.

“Yeah this doesn’t concern you!” Said the other.

“If it concerns Chenle it concerns me! Now unless you both wanna get your ass beat by a girl, I suggest you leave. And don’t even think I would beat your ass because Chenle here can most certainly confirm that I will.” I threatened the losers.

They glared at me, then Chenle once more before rushing out of the bathroom.

I crouched down to Chenle, who was still on the floor, his lip and cheek had cuts in them.

“Did they hit you?” I asked, reaching out to touch his cheek.

“What do you care?” He asked swatting my hand away and getting up.

“In case you didn’t notice, I just saved your ass. You really wanna be a dick to me right now?” I said, shocked he was still being rude.

“I could have handled it myself.” I said, his confidence wavering.

“Yeah that cut in your lip and gash in your cheek really scream ‘badass fighter’.” I said rolled my eyes at him.

He didn’t say anything and just glared at the sink he stood in front of. I could tell he felt ashamed, this was not a side of himself he had ever intended on showing someone. Jisung’s words before suddenly sunk in.

“Have they done this to you before? Have they been bullying you?” I asked him.

“It’s the first time they’ve hit me. They hate me.” Chenle said quietly.

This wasn’t something new. This had been going on for a long time.

“Listen, you can’t let these assholes get away with doing this to you. They’re just jealous.” I said, wetting a paper towel. I turned his head to look at me and I began to wipe away the blood on his face. “You gotta stand up to them or they’re gonna keep doing it. And don’t just run your mouth like you usually do. If they hit you, hit them back. Report them to your teacher. Don’t walk by yourself for a while. They’re probably gonna try to use this against you. Just remind them, I’m always down to beat some ass.”

“Why are you helping me? You hate me.” He asked me.

“Yeah, because you give me good reason to.” I reminded him. “I just don’t tolerate bullying. I’ve been there and it sucks. Besides, even if you’re a dick, you’re Jisung’s friend. If he’s kept you around this long, you must be a good friend to him.”

I cleaned his face and fixed his hair for him before deciding my work as done and leaving.

It wasn’t until a few months later that I learned my words had stuck with him.

Yuta and I had broken up days before but my heart was still ripped wide open. It was the middle of the night, I was having a complete meltdown in the bathroom of my house. Chenle was staying the night, which he did every now and then. I was trying my best to stay quiet but I was still loud enough for him to hear me through the door.

I had forgotten to lock the door, so he knocked once, then opened it and stepped inside. He sat down next to me on the floor but did me a favor and didn’t look at me.

“If it makes you feel any better, he wasn’t good enough for you.” He said, leaning into the wall.

I looked over at him, confused by what he said and why he was there.

“I know he made you happy and he seemed to really love you, but you’re way out of his league.” He said.

I laughed, more like let out another sob, but I was a mess.

“I think it was more the other way around. Besides, it was a mutal agreement. We just weren’t good for each other anymore.” I said, truthfully.

“If it were mutal, you wouldn’t be on the bathroom floor crying because you aren’t with him.” He said. He was right and I hated it. “Sometimes the people we love the most aren’t meant to stay in our lives forever. Romantically, that is. Sometimes the people we need the most are people we didn’t realize we needed. You taught me that.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the boy. Jisung had been right. He did have another side to him that could be quite lovely.

“You’ll bounce back. You’ll find your perfect match. But until then, I’m gonna need you to get out of here because I’m about to burst.”

I laughed at him, them stood up and wiped my eyes.

“Thanks Chenle. Does this mean we’re friends now?” I asked, jokingly.

“Let’s just leave it at we’re friendly. You’re still an idiot but I don’t hate you.”

I nodded and left the room.

Sometimes the people we need the most are people we didn’t realize we needed. Chenle taught me that.

[writeyouin]

I'm sorry, I don't really understand how submitting works, but I would really love something where the reader and Newt are really close and Queenie, recognizing a mutal attraction between the two, often teases & eventually gets them together. Thx!

Newt Scamander X Reader – A Little Pressure

A/N – I hope this is along the lines of what you mean, it was a toughie to write but one I was happy to finish.

Warnings – Single mention of dementia.

Rating – T

Queenie flitted absentmindedly around the enclosures within Newt’s case, reminiscing the short time Jacob had spent there. Newt, Tina, and yourself had offered to leave her alone for a while but she’d declined the offer, insisting that she took comfort in your presence; in truth, she disliked the silence of being alone, even when nobody was speaking she took solace in hearing people’s unguarded thoughts.

All three of your voices filled Queenie’s mind now, stronger thoughts taking precedence over the others.

“-have to find that escaped wizard, he’s a danger to himself.” Tina’s voice resounded worriedly as she thought once again about Yusuf Talim. Yusuf was an old wizard suffering from the later stages of dementia. He had recently escaped the American branch of St Mungo’s with a stolen wand and the Auror’s had been assigned the task of locating him. Tina had been concerned with his safety ever since, reviewing the case repeatedly in the hopes of finding something new. Queenie considered reassuring her sister but decided against it, knowing that nothing would help until Yusuf was safe and sound again.

“- I should ask now.” Newt’s much less confident voice broke through. “No… (s)he’d hate that… (s)he’d hate me.”

Queenie couldn’t help the warm smile that lit up her face. Although she didn’t know what Newt was thinking about yet, she’d grown used to his constant inner arguments and conversations; she guessed that so much time spent alone made him converse with himself more than other people did.

“Why? Why would you risk jeopardising your friendship?”

Queenie listened intently, eager to know the topic of his discussion.

“Because… (Y/N)’s always been there for me, (s)he doesn’t think I’m a freak like other people do… (S)he’s like sunshine… I want us to stay together… Forever.”

Queenie looked over to you. You were on the other side of the case, using spellotape to temporarily patch up the tattered wall of the Savannah enclosure until Newt had time to fix it. She focused on you, listening to the thoughts on your mind. As it were, you were just mentally humming along to George Olsen’s “Just a Little Thing Called Rhythm.”

Queenie shook her head dispiritedly, while she was sure you had consumed most of Newt’s thoughts, she wondered if he was ever in yours; up until now, you did seem to be a little dense when it came to romance.

She approached Newt, startling him when she spoke, “You should tell (Y/N) how you feel honey, I’m sure it’d be better than constantly worrying about it.”

“Wha- I-” Newt stumbled, before sighing and slumping despondently against the nearest rock, “(S)he doesn’t like me that way…”

“Have you asked?”

“I don’t need to. We’ve worked together for a year now… I’d know if-” He stopped, unable to finish the sentence.

“What if (Y/N) feels the same way hmm? Maybe (s)he’s too scared to say as well.”

Newt shook his head rapidly, resembling some of the creature’s he spent so much time with.

“We’ll never find out this way.” Queenie tutted impatiently. “(Y/N).” She shouted, gaining both your attention and Tina’s.

Newt shot up, panic stricken, “Q-Queenie what are you doing? Queenie!” He spoke in a hushed, agitated tone.

Queenie ignored him, “(Y/N), Newt wanted to know something. Would you consider-” She paused for effect, “-working with dragons?”

Newt released a strained breath.

You grinned excitedly, “Sure, I’d love to. Think we could, Newt?”

Newt squeaked something along the lines of a ministry ban, puzzling you further.

“Alright.” You huffed. “Why bother asking then?”

Queenie turned to Newt again, “Newton Scamander,” she bubbled, “if it takes me all my best efforts, I will get you to confess your feelings to (Y/N). Excuse me.”

She skipped away, leaving Newt to sweat nervously next to the Bowtruckle tree which Pickett was trying desperately to escape from, “You know Pickett… I’m afraid she really means that.”

Pickett nodded in agreement, making a big swing from a branch onto Newt’s arm as they watched Queenie walk away.

As time passed, Queenie grew bored of waiting for Newt to confess his feelings towards you. As such, she’d resorted using whatever methods necessary to get the two of you together. Sometimes, she wondered whether she was doing the right thing but she’d quickly remind herself that if she left the two of you alone, you would both waste too much time awaiting one-another.

After several weeks and numerous failed attempts, Queenie pondered her next course of action. So far, she’d tried a love potion, a truth potion, spells to trip him on top of you, and the excessive use of mistletoe; none of which went according to plan. That left only one more scheme, one that was so simple, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Jealousy. However, there was limited time left to act as the ship bound for England was due to be in port in two days. With that in mind Queenie prepared a delectable meal for the three of you which could be described as nothing less than a miniature feast; Tina was staying late at work to finish some paperwork on Mr Talim who’d finally been captured and given a safer room within the St Mungo’s.

“So, (Y/N),” Queenie smiled genially at the dinner table where the three of you had slipped into casual conversation about anything and everything, “are you looking forward to England?”

“Yes.” You beamed, enrapturing Newt who suddenly seemed to forget his surroundings. “I can’t wait to see Newt’s book published, right Newt?”

“Hmm? Oh, r-right.” He blushed sheepishly.

“That’s nice.” Queenie remarked, moving on to the next phase of her plan. “What about romance (Y/N)? Anyone caught your eye?”

Clear images of Newt tending to his ‘children’ filled your mind’s eye, “No.” You lied breezily. “Can’t say anyone has.”

Newt relaxed, thankful that he didn’t have to picture you in the arms of somebody else.

“That’s fantastic.” Queenie pushed on.

“It is?” Your brow creased in confusion.

“Uh-huh. See, I have a pen-pal who used to work for the ACUSA and is now working for the Ministry of Magic and he’s simply dying to meet you, considering you’re not with anybody that is.”

“Oh um- Queenie, that’s really sweet of you but I’m uh, not really interested right now.”

“Are you sure? I mean, he’s exactly who I’d picture you with. He’s tall and handsome with a really great personality-”

Newt zoned out, unable to hear more about a man who was surely better for you than he could ever be. There was so much he wanted to end in that moment, the conversation, the uncomfortable expression in place of your usual smile, and the claustrophobic weight pressing down on him took priority on the growing list.

“Stop.” Newt mumbled, almost silently. When neither you or Queenie heard him, he shouted it, pushing up from the table with the loud scrape of his chair.

You shrunk away from his thunderous roar, a sound you’d never thought capable from the ever-gentle Newt.

“Newt,” You whispered cautiously, “are you feeling okay?”

“N-no (Y/N). I don’t- I can’t-” He couldn’t meet your eyes as he gripped the table for support.

“I don’t understand. What’re you trying to say? What do you want?”

“You.” He finished suddenly.

When you didn’t respond, Newt stalked out of the room with a strangled cry of, “I need to pack.”

“You feelin’ okay honey?” Queenie asked, struggling to make sense of your jumbled thoughts.

“Uh- No. Sorry Queenie, I need to talk to him, excuse me.” You left Queenie, heading to the room you and Newt had been sharing since Jacob left.

When you got there, Newt was nowhere to be found but his case was lying unclasped in the middle of the floor. You climbed in, heading straight for the animals where Newt always went when troubled. Sure enough, Newt was hunched on the floor, against the Occamy nest with his head in his hands, murmuring despondently to himself while various creatures surrounded him.

“I couldn’t have made it worse if I tried. Not only does (s)he know but you should have seen it… I never meant to scare (Y/N) like that.”

“You didn’t scare me.” You whispered quietly.

Newt lifted his head quickly, showing red stains where tears had fallen, “(Y/N)!”

“I was worried about you… I know you sometimes prefer being left alone but I’d like to talk if you’ll let me.”

Newt sat silently, awaiting your judgement.

“We’ve been travelling together for about a year now and you’ve never given any indication that you were interested in me so what’s going on?”

“(Y/N)… I was so afraid to tell you… so afraid that you’d treat me like everyone else did… so afraid that you’d leave. I always p-promised myself that one day I’d work up the c-c-courage to- But, when we were travelling it was all so s-secluded, there was no other wizard who could take you away from me. I don’t- No… I can’t see you with anybody else.”

“Then just say the words Newt. Say the words and I’ll be yours.” Your eyes bore into his, begging for something you were sure you wanted more than anything else at that moment.

“W-what words do you want to hear?”

“Whatever comes to your mind first.”

Newt was sure there were people who, if put in the same situation, could cite sonnets or powerful speeches that would move even the most stone-hearted of people but in that moment, he knew the only words that came to mind and he hoped they were what you longed to hear, “I- I love you.”

You bent down to his level, “I love you too.” You grinned weakly, grazing your lips lightly against his. Various crowing, howling, and squeaks erupted from the surrounding creatures until Newt was forced to quiet them by pulling away from you. The two of you sat in complete elation, content to simply be in one-another’s presence. Meanwhile, Queenie listened to the ecstatic thoughts coming from the confines of the case, proud of the night’s progress and the news she’d have for her sister when she came back.

[nya-random-nya]

♡ for any or all

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back

((For Jazzy, its the smell of hospital wipies. Ridicules right?, but sadly it brings back painful, heartbreaking memories of her mother during her sickness. Jazzys mother had pancreatic cancer, which was shocking for 16 Jazzy. Jazzy and her mom had a very close bond so it pained her to see the one she looked up to as a mom and dad suffering and constantly in pain. Having to wake up 4 in the morning on a school day to the sound of her mother calling for help and to see her own mother struggling to stay conscious as her blood sugar dropped down the fact her older sister was at work so she had to do it by herself.. Jazzy tried staying positive even though she spent many nights struggling to go to sleep fearing her mother would pass away while she slept. Having to go to school with 2 to half an hour of sleep. Grades plummeting and teachers getting upset at her. And just when she thought things couldn't get worse her mother begun to bleed out, couldn't keep her weight, body was failing her, retaining fluids. And Jazzy spent countless nights at the hospital spending time with her mother who still smiled and kept that upbeat cheerful attitude.All the way till she took her last breath. Thats why Jazzy covers her nose when her older sister wipes down the countertops. Because of the smell that's tied to a dark memory that she is still trying to overcome.))

((For Random, its the mix of his blood and peroxide. Blood has a strong iron smell when mixed with another chemical. Yet that smell is the same smell he rembers when facing off against ‘her’. The last boss he was supposedly going to kill to gain his last life, to be able get out Jazzys mind and to help her turned out to be already killed and replaced with the one demon that did not like anyone who wanted to help Jazzy. ‘Her’ had killed the last boss, took its life and kept it for safe keeping. Random needed that life for him to complete his quest. But things took the turn for the worst. Random didn't stand a chance against this sadistic killing machine of a demon. And thus traumatized him with body mutalation, amputated his limbs, blood loss and worst of all ripped out his soul and watched him die. Only to put it back in time to torture him some more. Speaking to him with such negativity and hate. Her red eyes were the only thing he could remeber so well, for they burned a whole in him so deep it would take years to burry such a memory like that one in particular.))

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not feedism related but Hozier dropped his new abulm. This man is an irish folk witch and no one can tell me otherwise! Now would anyone love to feed each other as we listen to Hozier and watch a movie??? (Okay so this was feedism related)